In Texan arms: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 6: An Erotic Paradise

Jac was surprised he had succeeded to ignore his brain this long but his curiosity had gotten the best of him. Walking through familiar doors, Jac wanted to turn back.

The lights of the bar were still on, so maybe they were not closed yet.

Who was he kidding? No sane person would still be at a bar at this time. Maybe if it was closed then it was a sign from the universe telling him he should never come here again.

Sure enough the room was empty, if not for the bartender who was hunched under the counter. He turned back, ready to walk out.

"Can I help you?" The bartender called out as Jac was already halfway out the door.

"I'm sorry to disturb. I can see I came late." Jac said about to leave.

"Josh is expecting you." The bartender said. "You're the guy from last night, right?" Jac nodded. "Lock the door behind you and follow me."

Jac followed those instructions effectively and followed the bartender he remembered to be Mark towards the closet. It seemed old (probably an antique) and very out of place in a seemingly fancy club. When Mark opened the doors to reveal an elevator, Jac understood why it was there.

"After you." Mark instructed as the door opened and Jac obliged.

Once they had made it down, Jac followed behind towards a woman hiding behind a stack of files. Next to her were two large doors with faint music coming from behind them.

"Hey, Tif. Can I have my stuff, Josh's file and a collar please."

The woman obeyed silently and pushed a file first towards Mark. When she entered the door behind her, Mark turned to Jac.

"Take out your ID and fill this out. Sign down there and make sure you read through it carefully. I want you in just your underwear once you are done. If you want to leave, you can head right back."

Mark looked different from one Jac had met yesterday. He wasn't exactly rude but he was mean, instructive and very bossy.

Although Jac did not like this side of Mark, he didn't have it in him to complain so he grabbed the file and started to fill up his details.

He wrote down his personal information hesitantly thinking of turning back, then he turned the page and read to himself.
It read;

I, (he filled out his name) am a guest of Joshua Rodriguez to FairyDust BDSM club. My intentions are pure. I intend to keep the secrecy of the club and keep to myself any judgement and misgivings I have for the club scenes and members of the club. If I get involved in any leak of the information about FairyDust or its members to the public, it is my responsibility to pay at least $6 000 to the club or such member.

Then at the bottom, Jac signed before it registered in his mind he was about to enter a BDSM club which made sense of why he had to undress.

When he was done with the paperwork Jac began to strip. He was overly conscious about his body and hated being naked. He didn't really hate it, it was just something he did not enjoy.

The receptionist had already returned and Mark's outfit was different.

He was just wearing a red chest harness now with nothing but the black leather pants he had been wearing. On this upper right arm was a gold glowing band tied to it. He approached Jac slowly, putting on Jac's neck a black leader collar.

"Keep that on while you're here, it belong's to Josh. It keeps every dom from talking to you or touching you without Josh's permission. So don't take it off. Follow me." Mark said once again as he began to open the doors, letting out a roar of music and people's loud voices.

Jac looked around, completely petrified. The first thing Jac saw was an open space with couches where men and women sat comfortably chatting away the night. All of them were barely dressed, making Jac surprisingly half-decent.

"Hey Dirac." Mark approached the man sitting on couch with authority Jac had never seen. Another man was snuggled comfortably by his side in irritation as Dirac kept drawing circles on his arm. It was cute. "Have you seen Josh? Someone is here for him."

"He's over at Daisy's scene. Quite an audience the woman makes."

"Can you blame her? That woman knows her way around a man's body." He laughed as he motioned for Jac to follow behind him.

Mark led him forward passed themed glass-walled rooms with different equipment and furniture, each occupied by a couple, or thruple or a bunch of people. In front of every room was what Jac guessed was a viewing area because of the couches that portrayed a good view of the scenes.

On one scene Jac saw a man on his hands and knees like an animal. Arse red with obvious whiplashes, his head between another man's legs who sat comfortably on a chair, and he was sucking him. Well no, he was not sucking him, he was being mouth fucked ruthlessly.

Then on one scene a woman and a man tied to each others hands palm to palm as they were bend over on a desk. Both their male partners dominating them from behind.

Jac felt himself sweat as he passed every scene he saw. The cries and the pleads not making anything better.

He was contemplating turning around and run out as fast as he can when finally they arrived in front of a glass of a whaling man begging and tugging and restless. He was bound on what looked like a doctor's examination bed, completely naked.

His knees tied up to his arms, leaving to view all his private areas and his butthole. A woman stood above him, tugging the clips on his nipples. He screamed louder and Jac saw why. His hole had a vibrating dildo in it that was vibratiting violently inside him.

"Do you want me to gag you, John?" She asked dangerously, her voice making Jac's balls to search for cover. She was vicious, dominant and so sinfully sexy Jac almost had an orgasm. The man on the bed went silent, aside from a whimpers that were definitely out of his control.

Jac felt himself tighten, and wasn't it a shame that all he had on were his very tight briefs? He attempted to hide his embarrassment with his hands, but it was already too big and too late.

"Good to see you, little Jac." Josh greeted, his beautiful grey eyes not at all on Jac's face.

Oh flip.