Those Who Trust (Phan)

Part 2

PJ looked around the club, his fingers playing with the chain bracelet around his wrist. He didn't feel like submitting tonight but he still wanted to come. It had been so long since he had been to the Dungeon before last week, entire months that Dan had asked him not to go and his girlfriend was frustrated with him, because when PJ could not live out his fantasy of being dominated for a while, he would become unfocused quickly and a real pain in the ass, according to her. It was a not so common relationship that the both of them had. During weekdays they would be the normal couple from next door, but on Friday nights she would press a kiss to PJ's lips and send him off to the Dungeon to live out his fantasies. It was unorthodox but it worked and they've been happily dating for three years now.

PJ sipped on a Safe Sex on the Beach cocktail and watched the crowd around him, when his eyes caught a familiar face. It was the dominant from last week, the one that had cornered Dan and ruined all of PJ's hopes of ever bringing Dan back to the Dungeon again. They both had met in this club for the first time two years ago, when Dan had moved to London for university and was still pretty new to the scene. They had talked and PJ had given him advice on being a submissive and good dominants. Only two weeks later they had met again at university and PJ had made it his mission to befriend the boy then. A strong friendship had formed between the two of them in no time. Dan was initiated into PJ's group of friends, but was the only one who knew about PJ's Friday night activities. PJ was the one that really introduced Dan to the world of BDSM and that was why he felt guilty for what had happened to his friends.

It had taken PJ six months to talk Dan into joining him to come to the Dungeon again. He knew that Dan would have never set another foot in there if it wasn't for PJ and his birthday wish. He knew that he shouldn't have pressured the other man, but he also knew that Dan did enjoy being dominated those times that he had been with a responsible dominant. And maybe he had also hoped to get the old Dan back, or at least some parts of him. The old Dan had been loud, always had a joke ready and was adventurous. The new Dan, however, barely left his dorm room, he talked in a quiet voice and only when he was directly addressed and he was always very aware of his surroundings, jumping at his own shadow. Bringing Dan back to the Dungeon had been a desperate attempt to have his old friend back and when the night had ended, he had regretted having this idea in the first place when he brought a shaking Dan back to his and his girlfriend's flat and woke up from the screams of his night terrors.

Now PJ was watching the dominant from last week with hawk-eyes. He was talking to a submissive and trying to lure him in.

"Is there any particular reason that you're staring at Phil like you want to see his head fall to the ground?"

PJ turned around to see a red-haired bartender grinning at him.

"I'm not."

"Are you sure it's not because he has talked to a certain brown-haired giant last week?" she asked cheekily.

"How do you know?"

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously PJ; it was the talk of the night in the staffroom."

"I've never seen this guy here before", PJ said, hoping to get some information out of the bartender. She smirked at him while grabbing one of the wet glasses stacked on a tablet and polishing it.

"That's because he moved from Manchester to London about four months ago. He was pretty famous in the Manchester scene, has a perfect reputation as a dominant. He's here almost every week and submissives talk about him like he's a god. His name's Phil Lester, he's twenty-eight and works for the BBC. When he moved here, the gossip about Dan had already subsided. I'm pretty sure that he has no idea about Dan and what happened to him and that he didn't mean any harm last week. He just didn't know better, no one warned him."