“Nice. Welcome to Florida. What brought you here?”
“Job. And I wanted to get out of Iowa.” He found himself practically spilling his guts to her. “I couldn’t be out with all my family there. And I couldn’t find any kinky events or communities near me. I’m really new to all of this. And…this is going to sound strange but I swear I’m not a stalker. I’ve been talking to a guy I met on FetLife who’s a member here. He doesn’t know I moved here yet. I wanted to surprise him. He’s supposed to be here today. Albert Durkin?”
She cocked her head at him. “I’m sorry, I can’t reveal any personal information about members.”
“I have his picture. Can you tell me if he’s here yet?” He pulled out his phone and showed her the picture.
That’s when her expression really turned strange. Even her voice changed. “You say this Albert Durkin guy sent you this?”
She returned his phone and tapped something into the computer, a frown replacing her expression. “Wait here for me, okay?”
She walked over to another door, opened it, and summoned someone.
A man—Tony from the picture—walked into the office. He wore a volunteer badge. Stuart recognized him immediately from the picture.
The man pulled up short. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
Stuart immediately felt like an idiot. “Sorry, no. Albert told me all about you.”
Cali pointed at him. “Take a look at this. Show him the picture.”
Something about her tone of voice unsettled Stuart. He pulled out his phone again and showed Tony the picture.
“I’ve been talking to Albert online. He sent me that picture of himself talking with you.”
Tony’s expression went flat with more than a hint of darkness. “He did, did he?”
“Yeah. He doesn’t know I’m here. What’s wrong?”
Cali pointed at the phone. “That looks like it was taken the night of the St. Patrick’s Day party at our house.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Did he e-mail this picture to you?”
“Do you still have that e-mail on your phone?”
“Yeah, it’s in Gmail.” He opened it and showed him.
“Get Sean, Max, and Ross in here,” Tony told the woman. She headed out to do it.
“What’s wrong?” Stuart asked.
“This picture was taken without my consent, and likely without the consent of him, too. You said the guy who sent it to you said it was a picture of him?”
“Yeah. He said he was talking to you.”
“Did he mention who took the picture?”
“No.” Three more men entered the office from the door Tony had come in. “What’s going on?” the first one asked. “What’s wrong?”
Tony had pulled his own phone out and was looking for something, comparing it to Stuart’s phone. He introduced Stuart to the three men. Ross had been the one to speak, and the other two were Max and Sean, partners of the woman manning the counter, whose name was Cali.
“We have a serious problem,” Tony said. “Someone took a picture at the St. Patrick’s Day party without permission and sent it to him. The guy who sent it to him claims his name’s Albert…” Tony looked at him.
“Durkin,” Stuart filled in, now feeling uneasy. “Albert Durkin.”
“We don’t have any members by that name,” Cali said. “I checked. No Durkins at all.”
“We’ve been talking online for a couple of months.”
“On the phone?” Ross asked as he looked over Tony’s shoulder.
“No. Just online. I didn’t mean to get him in trouble.”
“You didn’t,” Tony said. “But unless he’s been lying to us, that man’s name is not Albert Durkin, and I think you’ve been catfished. Ah, there’s the folder I want.”
“Who do you think did it?” Max asked.
“I can safely rule out over ninety percent of the attendees, because they’ve been long-time invitees.” Tony went quiet as he searched for something. “Gotcha.”
“Who was it?” Sean asked.
Tony held his phone up so the three men could see it, but not Stuart.
Ross glared. “Fuck. He had that new girl with him that night.”
“Yep. I made her RSVP separately so I could go over stuff with her, like I always do. This picture was sent from the same IP address she e-mailed me from. He might not even know she did it. I don’t want to jump to conclusions and blame him if he didn’t know.”
Now Stuart was confused. “What?”
Tony turned to him. “I work in IT. Every time you send an e-mail, the full headers include information about where it came from. Including what’s called an IP address. You haven’t been talking to a guy.” He looked at Cali. “Go ask him to come out here, please. He needs to know about this since it involves him, too.”
She went to the door and summoned someone else.
The door opened a moment later and Albert—or whatever his name was—walked out, looking confused.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Stuart’s heart fluttered, but now he didn’t know if it was excitement or fear.
“We need to talk,” Tony said. He showed him Stuart’s phone and explained what was going on.
Stuart now wished he could melt into the floor and disappear and have never heard about this place or anyone here.
As the guy—not-Albert—listened, the expression on his face darkened, grim. “So that woman pretended to be someone and used a picture she took on the sly of me and you to lie to this guy?” His blue gaze finally met Stuart’s. “Sorry, that came out harsher than I meant.”
Stuart was beyond being able to talk. He sort of held up his hand indicating it was okay.
Tony apparently forwarded the picture to himself, because he returned Stuart’s phone to him and then did something on his. “Son of a bitch, yep. There’s the picture metadata from her phone. She definitely took it.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Stuart said, feeling sick and realizing his voice was barely a whisper. “I should leave.”
Cali patted him on the shoulder. “Please, don’t leave. It’s okay. This isn’t your fault.”
“I’m so stupid. I thought he was a real person.”
“I am a real person,” the guy said. He stuck his hand out. “Brandon. Nice to meet you.”
Stuart couldn’t believe the guy was being so generous. Had his picture been used to trick someone, he wasn’t sure he’d feel the same. He shook with him. “Stuart.”
The outer office door opened, and a man and woman walked in.
All the others, except for Brandon, focused on the woman.
“Cali,” Tony said, “please stand outside and hold anyone else for a minute.”
“I’ve got the dungeon door,” Sean said, moving to block it.
“What’s going on?” the guy asked.
But Stuart instinctively knew.
This was the woman.
“I want you to fuck me, Sir. Please!”
He arched an eyebrow at him. “A lot of times when I fuck you, it’s going to be after I’ve spanked or caned your ass. Nothing I love better than fucking a freshly reddened ass, how hot it literally feels.”
“Are you going to be my good boy and follow my rules?”
He eagerly nodded. “Yes, Sir!”
“Anything, Sir. Please!”
He nudged in, the head of his cock pressing against Stuart’s rim.
This was it. This was happening!
Brandon took hold of Stuart’s ankles and slung his legs over his shoulders. “Go down on him. Get him hard again, keep him hard, but don’t let him come, or it’s ten cane strokes for you.”
Jeff grinned at Stuart before leaning in and engulfing his cock with his mouth.
Almost immediately, he felt his cock respond, trying to thicken and harden. Jeff was every bit as good as Brandon, just a different technique.
In his ass, Brandon started gently pressing until the head of his cock popped through the outer ring of muscle. That’s where Brandon paused, watching his face. “That’s it, baby. Focus on my cock. First cock inside you. You’ll never forget your first time, will you?”
Brandon took short, slow thrusts, going a little deeper each time, until his body was pressed against Stuart’s ass. “Look at that. You took every bit of my cock the first try. Such a good boy.” He slowly withdrew until just the head remained inside him, then pressed forward deeply again.
“Once you’re used to me, don’t be surprised if there are times I just bend you over and use you, hard, and then send you on your way again to do whatever you were doing.” He smiled. “My personal fuck toy. Make you eager to earn your orgasm. Might be times I let Jeff use you like that, too, if he’s been a good boy. Maybe even at the same time. Fill you up at both ends before we let you come.”
Stuart realized he was nodding, even though he had no conscious notion of doing it. “Yes, Sir!” Nothing was hotter than picturing that scenario, serving this man.
Both of them.
“You are an eager bottom,” Brandon said. Another long, slow thrust that left Stuart moaning. So much better, different than having his fingers in there. “I can’t wait to train you now that we’re over this line. Expect to be wearing a butt plug to work sometimes. I might even have you call me on your lunch break and let you stroke yourself but not come until the next time you’re with me.”
Jeff eased up with his mouth as Stuart’s cock twitched at that mental image. To cede all control like that had been one of his biggest fantasies.
“And I’ll make sure my boy gets to come a lot, don’t worry. Especially at first. I’ll be using orgasms as rewards for you after spankings, so you start getting hard whenever you even think about me taking something to your backside.”
Brandon picked up the pace, slowly fucking him but now in steady thrusts, every stroke going deep before pulling nearly all the way out and plunging in again. It felt amazing, especially combined with the magic Jeff was working with his mouth.
“I think for the next round, I’m going to let Jeff fuck you on your hands and knees while I teach you how to worship my cock.” He smiled down at him. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir, please let me worship your cock.”
“You know exactly the right answers to make me happy, boy. See? You’re a natural.” Brandon didn’t seem to be in a hurry to come, taking his time fucking him. He reached down and stroked Jeff’s hair, grabbing a fistful of it and holding on tightly. “You enjoying my boy’s cock?”
“Yes, Sir,” he mumbled around said cock. The vibrations from his voice reverberated throughout Stuart’s balls.
“I’m trusting you to obey me. You don’t get to make each other come, or make yourselves come, without permission. Understand? He breaks a rule, you’ll get punished for it. You’re more experienced, and you said you wanted to switch and top him sometimes. That comes with responsibilities. You have to take care of him when I’m not around.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jeff moaned around his cock again.
Brandon released Jeff’s hair after ruffling it. “Such a good boy for me. Maybe it is for the best that you two are living together right now. Less chance of you feeling jealous over me that way, if you guys are close. I’m hoping at some point we can talk about you guys moving in with me.”
Brandon dropped his hands to grip the front of Stuart’s thighs. “Okay, buddy. I need to bust this nut.”
Hard, deep thrusts had Stuart moaning with every stroke. Now he really wanted to come again, amazed to be ready so soon after the first time. Brandon’s gaze bored into his, watching him.
“Yeah, baby. You take that…for…me.” He fell still as his eyes closed, Jeff also stopping what he was doing and now holding Stuart’s hard cock in his mouth. Then Brandon reached down and held the condom as he pulled out. “Be right back. Jeff, stay where you are.”
Brandon left the bed and Stuart wished he could reach Jeff’s cock with his mouth.
When Brandon returned a moment later, he sat next to Stuart on his other side, propped against the headboard with a pillow behind him. He leaned in to kiss Stuart before unclipping his wrist cuffs.
“Between my legs, baby. Hands and knees. Jeff, get yourself ready but don’t you fuck him until I say so.”
Stuart turned over and stared at Brandon’s cock. Even having just come, it was still large and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth around it.