Those Who Trust (Phan)

Part 11

Dan was nervous, but in the best way possible. It was his second time at the Dungeon and PJ was by his side, a newfound friend who he very much liked. He could feel the coolness of the chain bracelet around his wrist and hear the loud music, feel the bass vibrating through his body. The first time he hadn't been brave enough to go with a dominant, had stuck to staying at the bar and watching, but tonight he was ready.

It didn't take long for a dominant to approach him and PJ, who were talking at the bar. He was well-built and kind-looking and Dan secretly hoped for this man to show him the world of pleasure and pain. They got invited to drinks from him before the offer to join him in a private room got voiced. PJ excused himself. Dan agreed. They talked on the couch provided in the room for a while, discussed safewords and boundaries and once Dan was cuffed to the St. Andrew's cross, his heart beat as fast as it had never beaten before, from nervousness and arousal. Dan had never come this hard in his entire life as he did that night, not once but twice.

The following week, Dan returned with PJ by his side again to the Dungeon, no sight of nerves anymore, just pure excitement. He bounced on his heels and he laughed at jokes, talked to different submissives and dominants, watched some public scenes. It was a tall dominant that asked Dan to come with him into the private rooms that night, but as hard as Dan tried, he couldn't see his face, which was extremely frustrating. Dan agreed, of course he agreed. The stranger was charming and made him compliments and when Dan was on his knees in the private room and choking on the stranger's cock, fingers tugged harshly on his chestnut-brown strands of hair and gave him a feeling of comfort.

Dan met the man at the club week after week and always went with him. He enjoyed the scenes they did although sometimes he did feel like wanting to safeword. But when that happened, he just bit his tongue and tasted the acid blood in his mouth. The pleasure was always worth the pain in the end.

On one Friday night Dan was bound to the wall by chains and the whip stroked over his back and ass over and over again and he had finally found his point, finally had enough. "Home." He said the word loud and clearly, but the pain didn't stop, turned into a laughter instead and the wall before his eyes started to wobble, forming into a white ceiling and he was lying on a bed, a bed with green and blue bedding that was familiar to him from looking into a room he had never entered and there were cuffs around his wrists that dug into his skin too deep, too painfully and something in his mouth that made it hard to breathe, made it impossible to speak.

Panic was settling in his chest, pressing against his ribcage like the weight of another person that was too heavy, that made it hard to breathe.

Dan trashed around in his bindings and the words came out muffled, tears stinging in his eyes. He saw Phil coming out of his walk-in closet and Dan wanted to ask him for help, because Phil was here and Phil was going to get him out, wasn't he? But there was a harsh smile on Phil's face that Dan had never seen like this before and he spoke in a threateningly low voice that Dan had heard him talk in once or twice already, and a flogger was in his hands and Dan knew that something was terribly wrong. He felt like he was drugged, the entire room around him was shaking, and Phil came closer. Dan wanted to back away, but he couldn't and then he finally listened to Phil, heard not only his voice but also the words the other man said.

"You and I, Dan, we're going to have so much fun together."
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Dan sat up in bed with heavy breathing, cold sweat of fear covering his skin, making the shirt he was wearing stick to his body. It was a dream, only a dream. He's alright, he can deal with this, he's had them before- but not like this, never like this.

His heart was beating rapidly fast against his chest and he turned on the nightlight to chase the darkness and the shadows lurking in the corners of his room away. The screen on his mobile phone told him that it was 03:53 on October 23rd. He still had few hours to sleep before getting up for university, but the idea of even closing his eyes and dreaming again made him shiver, so Dan got out of bed. He opened the door very slowly, just a crack, and listened. When he was convinced that there were no noises coming from the hallway, he dared to leave his room. Phil's bedroom door was closed and Dan held his breath while passing. Just don't wake him up.