Someting I Call Mine

Chapter 2

Gun drove to Pandora's Box, found a parking spot, and cut the engine. He took the keys out of the ignition and looked toward the entrance of the place. People entered through the double doors of the club. The young boy took a deep breath.

Did he really want to do this?

An SM club? What did he know about SM clubs? Could he be considered a Dom or a Sub? Gun started laughing. He knew he could be considered a submissive. Not only because of his size, but he liked strong men, the "alpha" type.

What the hell. What was the worst that could happen?

Should he go home alone again? Either way, he had done it every night. Why would tonight be different? At least inside he would have a chance to find someone.

Taking a deep breath Gun got out of the car. He put the keys in his pocket and headed for the front doors. He took out his wallet and searched for his ID. They always asked for it.

When he got to the entrance, he handed his driver's license to the doorman, waiting for him to let him in.

"Are you sure you're old enough?" The guard asked, looking at the ID and then at Gun.

Gun barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes. "Yes, I am old enough."

The guard looked at the license one more time before handing it back. "Well, you can come in."

Gun put his ID in his wallet and put it back inside the pocket of his pants, then he walked through the doors.

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't that. A sea of skin, chains, and nearly naked bodies in front of him.

All over the place.

Some men led others on a leash attached to a spiked collar. Others had men kneeling at their feet. Some wore leather, other suits, and other jeans and T-shirts.

Apparently, Pandora's Box did not have a standard dress code.

What surprised him the most was that they all had the serene joy on their faces, even the kneeling men. Everyone seemed to be happy in whatever their role was. Gun shrugged and headed for the bar.

Finding an empty chair, he greeted the bartender and ordered a soda. He wanted something stronger for courage but figured he would need all of his powers tonight. He wouldn't be comfortable there without being sober.
Once he took a sip of his soda, he turned to see the hall room. He could see several men staring at him, seemingly sorting him out.

Perhaps he had made a good choice and tonight was not a total waste of time, after all. He wasn't quite sure he was interested in the lifestyle these people enjoyed, but he would definitely do something tonight.

"Is that place occupied?" A deep voice asked next to Gun.

Gun turned to see a tall dark-haired man pointing to the chair next to him. He was very handsome, dressed in a black suit and white shirt. The top button was open showing his broad chest.

"No, no, not at all." Gun replied, giving him his sexiest smile. He saw the man a moment before realizing that the guy barely saw him, once he sat down, his eyes went to the dance floor. With a sigh, Gun turned around.

'Oh well, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.'

He also checked people on the dance floor. He drummed his foot to the beat of the music as he spotted a particularly hot guy in black jeans and a navy shirt, standing on the opposite side of the room.