Callum was one of the most loyal people William has ever met, since the second grade when he helped the teary boy up from the concrete playground it was apparent. They both had gone through middle school, puberty, and Callum'd divorcee with Veronica. It was implicit that Will trusted his best friend, a simple fact of life. But in all of his 35 years he never had a more compelling moment of wanting to jump ship.
Cal was trying to 'get back out there', after the divorce and invited him to go out to a club. What his friend failed to mention that it was a BDSM club. William's body sagged with defeat as he grabbed a green wristband, fiddling with it until it clicked securely around his muscled wrist.
As the two men forged onward to the club Cal was easily distracted and drifted to the shibari demonstration in center stage. Leaving William to his own devices, decidedly the strong man drifted to the bar sitting at a comfy wooden stool. His hand raised, grabbing the attention of the bartender.
"May I please have an old fashion?" William asked. He rolled up his dress shirt exposing his forearms, readying himself for a night of waiting for Cal to get laid and getting sufficiently tipsy.
"Sure thing, just so you know we have a two drink limit, from then on it's dry. Boss doesn't want any subs to be intoxicated, or anyone really." The man replied as he started making Will's drink.
"That obvious I'm new?" Will asked as he ran a hand through his brunette hair. The guy chuckled his lithe body crossing his arms as the drink was served.
"Big Guy I am the only bartender here, and I definitely would have clocked the 6' and a half-something muscle show." The guy name-tag labeled 'Dmitri' eye's looked him up and down. Giving William a burning blush, as he nervously took a sip of the strong alcohol.
"William, it's nice to meet you.... Dmitri, can I give you my card for the drink?" He started to pull his beaten leather wallet from the back pocket of his gray jeans. Handing the American Express card to Dmitri who turnt to the register.
As William was waiting he attracted the attention of a couple who respectively wore red and orange bands. They walked to the new sub sitting on either side of him, relishing in his surprised expression and quick relaxing.
"Couldn't help notice that you're alone pretty-boy, my names Brice and this is my partner Sami." The introduction was given by a lean muscled man, he seemed to be at least five years younger than Will with the bold confidence of his 20s. His partner, Sami, was quick to introduce herself.
"Hi there sweetie, I'm Sami you may call me Ma'am or Dom. At least until we've negotiated some more," the first thing that caught Will's eye about Sami was the red wristband she donned. Secondly was the absent minded way she took his card from Dmitri and gave it to him without breaking eye contact.
Sami definitely colored herself intrigued as the grizzled man seemed to already look like a deer in headlights at her and Brice's flirting. It seemed like the sub wasn't used to advances of any form. The thought left a sweet taste in her mouth, already gratified by taking up Brice in trying for a scene with the new tall drink of sub.
"I-Ma'am, I don't think I'm really what your looking for," William tried to catch his stutter at the beginning of his speech. Instead flustered looking to Brice for an out, or conversational purchase he could latch onto.
"Nah pretty, I think Mistress' proposition is right in tune with mine, how about we go to a paper room and have a conversation. No wrong answers," Brice purred snagging William into his and Sami's flytrap. The poor guy was at a loss to his footing initially just nodding dumbly until Sami's manicured hands grabbed his chin, stubble peppering his jaw.
"Honey, we need a verbal answer, and if this goes any further we want an enthusiastic yes, or we will take the word and leave." Sami's brown eyes pierced his hazel to convey her sincerity.
"Yes, yes please doms, I-I'd love to negotiate with you both!" William internally chastised himself for the desperate tone. As he stood to follow the two both standing up as well praising him kindly for using his words with a 'Good boy' that sent a warmth down his spine.
Brice snapped his fingers and rolled his wrists excitedly stimming, the idea of having this mountain of a man on a pretty leather leash was giving him spank-bank material that would make his horny high-school self question the need of porn at all.
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Branded in Bold Collar of Gold
Short Story(That is my photo please give credit if you use it) - fuck yall i suck at descriptions but here i go Thus William McKenly's bestfriend, Callum getting a divorce is how he got the most fulfilling relationship of his dating career. Venturing into the...
