Nic is happy running a kink club with his three best friends and business partners. Sure, he’s young and often gets mistaken for a sub, but he knows who he is and is comfortable with his life. The only thing that puts him on edge are the werewolves that get closer everyday to the human parts of town. He tries to keep his head down and not attract attention to himself, but when the wolves push, he’s not one to stand idly back.
Hooking up with a human could ruin the stable life Morcant has built for himself. But he’s desperate to find something to hold onto and Labyrinth is one of the few gay clubs in the city. Werewolves don't look well upon same-sex relationships, but Morcant can't stand being in the closet any longer. He has an ex-wife and years of pent up unhappy memories that he needs to be released from and a desire to let it all go.
Within the sanctuary of the darkened rooms of Labyrinth Morcant finds his freedom, but Nic can never know his secret. Humans don’t play with werewolves and Morcant’s submission to Nic could cost them both everything.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration as I listened to the increasingly loud moans on the other side of the room from me. I was on duty as the designated sub babysitter for the next four hours. Labyrinth was one of the hottest gay kink clubs in San Francisco, and I owned a fourth of it. We all had to share the responsibility of looking after the subs on First Night. It was their time to come and explore their fantasies while knowing that at least one of us Doms would be around to make sure that they were safe.
I didn’t mind having to watch them because making sure the subs were safe and able to play with whoever would have them was what made First Night great. Labyrinth was also popular for the simple reason that the wolves would never come to such a place. Located in the darkest part of the city, Labyrinth was a den of depravity and pain. No wolf would be caught dead in this club. Maybe that was why I loved being there so much.
Outside of these walls, the wolves controlled everything. They were the government, the police...even our doctors and lawyers. It wasn’t that we weren’t allowed to be in those positions, but more that none of the jobs were ever open to my kind when we went to apply for them. It was often not so thinly veiled discrimination and a point of contention with the humans. Most saw it as just another form of control that the wolves put over us. I tried not to think about it too much. There wasn’t anything to do about it. I had a doctorate in biomedical engineering, but I’d never worked a day in that field because wolves preferred to hire other wolves unless there simply wasn’t another option.
There were four play spaces around me and I sat there in the middle like a king surveying my people at work. Most of the time scenes were relatively vanilla. A bit of a light spanking here, a rough blowjob there. Hardly anyone even went for much more than a riding crop on First Night. These were not hardcore boys looking for a bit of extreme play. They were guys off the street wanting to see if they even liked submission, to begin with.
There was one group though, a guy locked into a pillory and two others walking around him, that were beginning to get more and more of my attention. They’d had him in there for an hour, which wasn’t exactly extreme, but it was longer than I liked to keep my subs in place for. That alone wouldn’t have been a cause for concern with me. But it was the way the guy kept crying out, his words becoming garbled as he whimpered through what they were doing to him that had my attention.
When I heard him start to sob I got up from my chair and went over to them. “Hey,” I said, stepping between the two men and him. They backed up instantly, but my attention was all on him. I touched his hands, his face, and checked his eyes. His skin was warm and his pupils were normal. No drugs in his system then. “You’ve had enough for tonight.”
He nodded and dropped his head. Arguing with me wouldn’t have worked. In this space, I had the absolute last say when it came to what was done with subs, even when it came to their own bodies. I unlocked him and helped him straighten up. He wobbled but managed to keep his balance after a few seconds of me supporting him against my side.
“That was such a rush,” he mumbled into my shirt.
I was sure that it was. Being worked over by two guys who knew what they were doing when they had a sub bent over and locked in the pillory was probably a pretty intense experience for a sub.
“Not as much as with wolves though.”
I nearly dropped him. The man leaning against me was human. I knew that much from the lack of wolf tattoos on his back and shoulders. They were special to them, to the point that us lowly humans weren’t allowed to have tattoos that even encroached on those areas of our own bodies. “You’ve submitted to wolves?” I tried not to snap at him, but of all the stupid, reckless things a sub could do... I couldn’t think of one more dangerous than playing with a werewolf.
The sub nodded and gave me a sleepy smile. I’d watched him come more than once tonight so I knew he was exhausted from more than his own submission. I shook my head and dug my phone out of my pocket. A quick text to Ludo, one of my fellow co-owners, would get this sub taken care of, and I could go back to watching the other three groups of people. Got a sub needing some TLC. We’d bought it as a bar originally and then the warehouse next door had gone up for sale as well. The decision to transition from gay bar to gay kink club had been an easy one to make.
Ludo came through the door across from me within seconds and quickly assessed the situation. He was ex-military and figuring out what was going on before anyone could say a word to him was something he was exceptionally good at.
“Did he play himself out?” Ludo asked me as he took the sub from my arms.