Boots

Five

"It's so cozy in here." The house was large and stately, full of rooms and a manicured lawn. "Where did you get the money for this?"
"It's family money. Why? Looking for a sugar daddy?"
"I...would prefer to work for my money."
"Oh? Cuz I can make you work.~"
"I'm not going to be your prostitute."
"I didn't say that's what you were." Gilbert put his hands in his pockets. "Now, there's two ways this can go..."
"What do you mean?"
"We can go the safe route...get really drunk, make out, exchange blow slash handjobs, maybe fuck a little in my bed and then you sneak out before I wake up and we never see each other again...or..." Gilbert's mouth twisted into a seductive smile, "we go the dirty route."
"Dirty route?"
"I have a special room...lots of leather and chains...but you need a safe word to get in."
"Oh...oh!"
"But I'm fine with whatever. Consent is the most important staple of-"
"I want to go the dirty route!" Matthew interrupted. What was he thinking? He was a virgin and he was just going to jump right into bdsm?! This was a bad decision.
"Somebody's eager,~"
"I just...haven't tried it before."
Understatement of the year.
"Great! Now, before I show you the room, I'll let you in on the perks of the dirty route."
"Mhm?"
"You get to call me up and have sex with me whenever you want and I can add you to my network of people who do this. The more you please your master, the higher up on the list you go. It's like a really kinky harem where I choose favourites."
"Oh...okay." Matthew nodded. He was getting really nervous about this.
"But the number one rule is consent. If you're not up for something, tell me. I'll stop immediately. What's your safe word?"
"Uhm...Hockey..."
"Great. Just say that if you're the least bit unsure about something. Don't be shy about it. I might be choking and binding and smacking you but I truly want you to be comfortable and enjoy the experience."
"Right...this sounds like a business transaction..."
"It pretty much is. I actually make money on this sometimes."
"H...how?"
"Rich white men pay me to yell at them so they don't go power hungry, basically. I can make a few thousand off one night."
"Holy shit..." Where was this job years ago?
Just kidding. Matthew wasn't assertive enough to make it in that field.
"Are you ready, then?"
"Uhm...yeah..."
"Follow me to the dungeon."
Matthew shivered. What was he getting himself into again? Why did he agree?
What was Gilbert going to do to him?
"You seem nervous." The Prussian reached out and put his hand on Matthews shoulder.
"I am...a little nervous..."
"It's okay That's natural. You don't need to worry." His voice, despite being scratchy and high pitched, was oddly soothing. "I'll start out slowly and work you up from there, okay?"
"Yeah. Okay."
"Good." Gilbert grinned. "Now let's get into motion. Times a wasting."

Haha fuckers you have to wait until Monday for smut also it's Monday the sixteenth as i finish this so I am way ahead. I hope the rest of this fic goes this good.