marble flooring. But he wouldn't fail his Dom. That was the most important thing in the world.
As Jessie repeated that litany to himself in his mind, another Dom approached, a sub following behind him, completely naked. The Dom didn't acknowledge Jessie in any way, but that didn't surprise Jessie. "Hey, Jake," the strange Dom said. "Long time no see."
"Damn, Clint, it's been what... two years?" Jake chuckled. "How have you been?"
Clint plopped down on the couch next to Jake, while his sub sat on the floor, just like Jessie. "You know me. Same old, same old. Lots of traveling, lots of business."
"Well, you know what they say. All work and no play makes Clint a dull boy."
Clint snorted. "I assure you, I get plenty of play." He gripped his submissive's jet black hair and forced his face into his crotch. "Come on, my pet. Show Jake what you've got."
Obediently, the sub lowered Clint's zipper with his teeth and started sucking the other man's dick. Jessie watched it all through the corner of his eye, all the while struggling to keep his stance perfectly straight. With Jake's friend here, it was all the more important for Jessie not to fuck this up.
The slurping and sucking seemed to last forever, but at last, the other Dom's body shook as he came. Jake applauded. "Very nice. But I think he has nothing on my Jessie."
Jake got up and gestured for Jessie to follow him. Jessie obediently followed, so proud that Jake had praised him in front of his friend. When Jake led him to a St. Andrew's cross in the center of the club, Jessie thought nothing of it. It wasn't something they did on a regular basis, but Jessie had a voyeuristic streak, so he liked watching and being watched sometimes.
A mix of peace and anticipation filled him as his Dom bound him to the X-cross. He was positioned with his front against the cross, which meant that his back and ass were exposed to his Dom. The strong padded cuffs kept him immobilized, and the paradoxical freedom that he always found in this lack of mobility destroyed any misgivings and discomfort he might have had about tonight.
He waited eagerly for the first blow to come, but it never did. Clint walked in front of him, humming in obvious admiration. "He's certainly very beautiful."
The hilt of Jake's whip ran over Jessie's spine, making him shiver. "Indeed. Tell you what. An idea occurred to me just now. How about I trade you? My sub for yours."
Jessie's blood froze in his veins. He tried to tell himself that he'd heard wrong. Jake would never say that. They were more than Dom and sub. They loved each other, and were faithful and exclusive to each other. This had to be some sort of peculiar nightmare.
"You have a deal," Clint said, oblivious to Jessie's incipient panic attack. "I can't wait to fuck that little ass of his."
Jake laughed. "I'm sure I'll have just as much fun with your sub."
A male hand landed on Jessie's back, trailed over his sides, until it reached his naked ass. It wasn't Jake's hand, and Jake didn't stop it. Jessie had had enough. "Vitamin," he croaked out.
"What did you say, Jessie?" his Dom asked from behind him.
"Vitamin," Jessie repeated, louder. It was his safe word. His Dom had to let him go now. He'd apologize, and they'd go home. Jessie would give Jake a piece of his mind and make it clear that, even if he was a sub, he refused to be passed around like a piece of meat. They'd argue, but eventually, they'd kiss and make up.
"Is that his safe word?" Clint inquired, removing his hand off Jessie's body.
"Don't worry about it," Jake said. "We have a deal, don't we?"
Clint chuckled and he stepped closer to Jessie, rubbing against him. Even through the material of the other man's pants, Jessie could feel his already erect dick. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
"Jake!" he shouted. "Let me out. I don't want this. Vitamin!"
By now, Jessie was sure everyone at the party had to be staring, but no one intervened. Jack stepped up in front of the