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For readers who enjoy stories about best friends, domination, and submission.
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Brennan
The studio was neat, with toys lined up on racks or strung up on the walls. Rubber toys, cockrings, dildos of all shapes and sizes, whips, and other contraptions that could either provide great pleasure or inflict pain made up Brennan’s collection.
There had to be something for everybody.
This dominant streak had followed him through his life from the first moment he had watched a guy get tied up and whipped.
Work was work, and his personal life was another.
His trusty balaclava provided him anonymity; even his eyes were covered by a thin layer of black fabric.
If a submissive desired it, they could wear one as well.
The newcomer wore no mask.
The handsome lad had mid-long hair, black as ink, and eyes so blue they seemed unnatural.
Brennan’s face turned white under his modified balaclava.
He’d had his fair share of hot athletes in his dungeon, but he had never expected to see his best friend walk in.
Tanner Lafferty, rugby man extraordinaire and a guy who fucked guys and chicks with equal enthusiasm, settled in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back. His chin was pointing toward the wall behind Brennan, but his apparent composure was betrayed by eyes that darted left and right.
Brennan clenched his jaw and walked toward him.
My voice…
Tanner would recognize his voice.
I should tell him… I… No, this can’t… words swirled in his mind, and Brennan stopped breathing.
Taking advantage of a friend had never been on his to-do list. Ripping off his disguise would take a second, and they would have a good laugh and go on with their lives.
Or maybe, this was an opportunity for Tanner to be himself, away from the spotlight, far from pretense and falsehood. A few months of play wouldn’t do Tanner any harm if he never learned the truth.
“Master Maverick,” Tanner said solemnly with his honey-sweet voice before putting his knee to the wooden flooring, which smelled of polish and detergent. “I am here to serve and obey you, but…” he looked up. “I’m new to this. Please forgive me if I make mistakes, sir.”
Brennan bit his tongue, his hands clammy and his throat tight. He inhaled through his nose, forced confidence back into his lungs, and exhaled.
That’s when he summoned a southern accent, slower and deeper than his usual pitch. “I’ll be sure to use you well, boy. And no need to worry, we’ll explore your kinks together.”
Tanner’s left eyebrow shot up, putting Brennan on edge.
Brennan kept his feet planted on the floor, unable to move before Tanner spoke again.
The kneeling jock’s face relaxed, and he bowed his head as if he were in a place of worship. “You’re not from around here, master?”
Being a theater kid had its perks, fortunately, and Tanner seemed unaware of who he was about to submit to.
Brennan’s knees wobbled as perspiration built up around his hairline and along his spine.
Shit.
As Brennan ran his fingers along Tanner’s stubbled jaw, he wondered if this was really the right thing to do.
Honesty would hurt them both. No way they’d call it a day if either of them revealed their secret.
Maybe he could send him away.
Then what? Tanner would look for someone else. Someone who could hurt him.
Fuck no.
The contract had been signed before Tanner had even entered the security code and stepped in. Brennan had it in his files, safely classified. A faceless profile with kinks listed neatly.
Tanner had made his choice, and in a split second, Brennan made his.
He’d give Tanner whatever he wanted. For all the stress he was under, letting go would be good for him. Better than playing video games and drinking his butt off every weekend.
For a few hours, the pressures of rugby, studying, or trying to be the best version of himself wouldn’t matter.
Adding submission to his activities would be beneficial, give him solace even.
You’re such a saint, a little voice told him sarcastically.
He shut it off with a mental punch, eager to see how far his long-time friend would be willing to go, and afraid he would enjoy the situation too much.
He was sweating beneath his well-ironed clothes. Plain black pants with black leather shoes and a black pullover.
Leather had never been particularly comfortable to him.
Brennan grabbed a handful of Tanner’s soft hair. “I’m not, but you’re not here for small talk, are you?”
“I’m here to be disciplined, to be trained, and to please my master.”
“Good boy,” Brennan stroked some strands of hair away from his slave’s forehead and stared into his sparkling blue eyes. “You’re one of the most gorgeous boys I’ve seen.”
“Thank you.”
Brennan yanked Tanner’s head back, exposing his throat. “Forgot something?”
“Master… thank you, master.”
“That’s alright, you’ll learn,” Brennan reassured him, his own heart about to burst out of his chest.
The bulge in Tanner’s pants was popping, his dick pointing left and seemingly desperate to be freed. On his knees, he looked fragile, but Brennan knew he could break through any melee and tackle any player in his way. Having him like this, subservient and willing, made Brennan leak in his pants.
Brennan moved over to an armchair and sat down. “Strip for me, slowly.”
“Yes, master.”
“When was the last time you came?”
Last night.
Brennan had heard Tanner bring back a girl and fuck her senseless from his room.
He had fought the urge to jerk off to it because he wasn’t that kind of pervert.
Or maybe he was worse than that.
He shook his head and commanded Tanner to speak since his friend hadn’t yet given him an answer. “Answer the question!”
“Last night, I fucked some girl I picked up at a bar, sir!”
“So you’re bisexual.”
“Yes, master.”
Tanner tried to unbuckle his belt, but his hands weren’t steady. It took him multiple tries to succeed, and a few more tries to unzip his jeans. The shape of his shaft, thick and slightly bent upward, made Brennan salivate. The outline of Tanner’s circumcised head was clear, and precum stained his white briefs.
“You’ve been hard all the way up to here?”
“On and off,” Tanner admitted with a cocky smile.
That smile Brennan had always found charming but never fallen for was even more attractive.
They’d fooled around before, but they’d never gone all the way.
“I don’t want to take the risk, bro,” Tanner had said once. “I don’t want to screw us up.”
Friendship had always seemed more important.
Now, Brennan was risking it all only because his mask made him into someone else.
As Tanner pulled off his T-shirt and revealed his six-pack, Brennan resisted the urge to rush toward him and lick them. When the pants and briefs dropped completely, Tanner looked absolutely perfect: straight tan lines, trimmed bush with shaved balls and a furry chest so big his nipples seemed slightly too small.
The flush on Tanner’s face was the hottest thing; his embarrassment showed through the way he danced from one foot to another while he did his best to keep his hands from hiding his hard cock. The tip was pink, nearly red, contrasting with the skin of his veiny shaft.
The circumcision line was clean, with only his frenulum remaining.
It was massive, too, which wasn’t always the case. Big guys weren’t all well-endowed.
Tanner had won the golden ticket of the genetic lottery. His nipples looked perfect for clamps, and his piss slit seemed adequate for some light sounding, and maybe more in the future.
“What makes you want to submit?”
“Well,” Tanner admitted. “I wanted to try… Because…” He swallowed.
“Speak.”
“A former girlfriend of mine loved slapping my balls and I kinda… Well, I kinda liked how it felt.”
“Did she go harder and harder?”
“Yes, master.”
“Did you cum from it?”
More than likely.
“I…” Tanner turned his head to look at the paddles on the far left of the room. “I did.”
“I might have a pain pig on my hands, then.”
The whips, ball stretchers, and weights had cost a lot of money, but Brennan had built his collection over a few years and was even gifted some of his toys by clients and cash-pigs.
Since Tanner had so willingly mentioned his balls, they would be the first part of his body to be tortured.
He rose from his throne, moved toward his slave, and squeezed some precum from his slit before feeding it to him.
“How do you taste?”
“Salty, master.”
“Come on,” Brennan led Tanner to the St Andrew’s Cross and pushed him against it before securing his wrists and ankles. “Comfy?”
Tanner nodded.
“Do you still want this?”
He nodded again.
Afterward, Brennan stroked Tanner’s beautiful dick, smearing his head and length with precum. His best friend was a leaker, and they were the best kinds of boys to play with. His balls were tight, not overly big but beautifully shaped.
Like apricots.
Brennan awarded them one kiss. “I won’t be so gentle all the time, don’t worry.”
Brennan picked a soft, rubber ball stretcher and forcefully pushed Tanner’s nutsack into it. Equal parts careful, but blunt enough so his new boy would understand this wasn’t going to be easy. Grunts and curses welcomed the new toy, but Tanner pushed through without begging for mercy.
“Did it hurt?”
“A bit, master,” Tanner confessed, doing his best to take a peek at his nut. “Thank you.”
Brennan grabbed a small paddle. It was perfect for tenderizing testicles, turning them a nice shade of red and making them ache so good Tanner would remember his time in the dungeon with every step he took.
Brennan let the paddle strike the palm of his hand loudly. “We will start slow, but you won’t get out of here without some tears in those pretty eyes.”
Tanner’s lips quirked up in a discreet smile. “I’ll take it, master. Punish me.”
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