(A/N Chapter 8 spans over several weeks and there were a lot of 'events' to cover as next Saturday's chapter jumps to December, as we were writing it, we realized it was getting very long so we decided to split it into two, 8 and 8.5. Together the title is Those That Play Together...Don't Often Stay Together. For those of you reading or who have read Loving His Submission, some of the events of this chapter and the previous one as you can tell coincide with events in LHS.  Chapter 8.5 will be posted tomorrow night, like a bonus chapter!  Also, Happy Birthday to the best co-writer anyone could ever have!  Love you PrinceKenzie )

Pictured above is Ashton

Chapter 8 Those That Play Together...

After several days of wondering about their friend Lane, the boys were relieved when he finally showed up back at school. It hadn't been too long, maybe a week and a half at the most, but with no real explanation, the boys were worried. They knew about the paddling, but didn't think that was enough to keep him away from classes. Lane wasn't serious about too much, but school; getting his degree and opening his own place, was something he was serious about.

Since Lane was a sophomore, they didn't share any of the same classes, but Payton and Tommy had spoken with some of the people they had met through Lane who were and were able to photocopy notes from the classes he missed and sent them through Denny. It wasn't much, but it was the only way they could think of to help.

When he did return, they didn't speak to him about the paddling because as far as they knew, he didn't even know they were members of the club. He was more quiet than usual and often looking away as if he were preoccupied. They weren't sure how to bring it up and since he still wasn't himself, they found it easier to keep deferring the conversation. They figured, if he wanted to talk about the paddling, he would and when the time was right, they would tell him they were members of The Red Door.

Payton

"Payton," Tommy says, leaning over while we wait for the professor to begin class. I look up and raise an eyebrow. "See that guy with the dark hair and CSU soccer jersey in the back corner over there." I turn to look. "Wait...don't look right now because he's looking at you."

I turn back to Tommy, "look, don't look, make up your mind T!"

"Okay, here." Tommy reaches over and pushes my notebook off the desk.

"Hey, what was that for?" I blurt out because with these stupid desks I have to get completely out of it and walk around to pick up my notebook, while everyone else is already seated.

"Okay, when you stand up to go get it, casually glance back. There's a group of four of them sitting together, they look like they're all jocks. He's the one with the blue jersey and number 37 on it, dark hair, good looking."

"Whatever Tommy," I grumble. Last I thought he was still crushing on the big long haired guy at the gym, now he wants me to check out some new guy he likes? I stand up and go to the other side of my desk and glance over where Tommy described. I see four jocks, three of them are talking and laughing with each other and the fourth, a good looking, dark-haired guy with a blue jersey with number 37 is staring at me, watching intently as I pick up my notebook. Once I have it I stand up and stare openly at him, probably with a confused look on my face, and wonder if maybe I forgot to brush my hair or something. I look down to make sure I wasn't wearing that white shirt that had all the grease on it that wouldn't wash out from when I was helping Ashton change the oil in both his car and Tommy's. Tommy's not really good with car repairs, so Ashton and I do the easy stuff for him.

When I look down I realize I'm not wearing anything too weird that would cause the staring. I was pretty tired this morning when I got dressed, so anything was possible. I look back up and he's still staring making my brows furrow in question. It looks like he suddenly realizes I'm watching him stare at me because his face suddenly looks surprised. He meets my eyes and smiles, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Hi," he mouths and all I can think to do is mouth the same greeting back.

"Okay class, let's get started," the Professor calls out and I quickly sit back down.

"He'd been watching you since we first got here," Tommy whispers. I don't know what to say to that so I just nod and look up the professor as he begins his lecture.

When our Professor finishes class, I'm still jotting down some notes I'll need when Tommy leans over. "I have to pee really bad, I'll meet you out front."

"Okay Tomtom," I murmur without looking up, but I hear him pick up his bag and walk away.

A few seconds later I hear him sit back down in his chair. "I thought you had to pee Tommy?" I ask.

"Um," an unknown voice says, "I'm not Tommy and I went before class."

My head pops up and I feel my usual blush heat up my face. The guy from across the room is now sitting next to me with a smirk.

"Uh, hi," I say, "sorry, I thought you were..."

"Tommy," he supplies.

"Yeah."

"I'm Brody actually," he says and holds out his hand. I reach over to shake it and his grip is strong and confident. I shake back just as strongly because I hate limp handshakes and a strong handshake is one way I can try to project the confidence I don't always feel. Fake it until you can make it.

"Payton," I reply.

"Um, you're new here," he finally says after an awkward pause.

"We both are," I reply, "this is a freshman class."

"Oh yeah," he laughs. "It's actually my second year, I just changed majors."

I nod and look back down at my notes, then back at him. I really have to finish writing down a few more things before they're gone from the board and my head, but I don't want to be rude. I bite my lip, pen poised in my hand as I figure out what to do. I look again at my notebook.

"You can finish what you're doing, it's alright," he drawls, and its only then I realize he has a very slight accent. Maybe Midwestern or something though I'm not really good at figuring them out. I quickly finish writing the last of my notes while Brody sits patiently. When I've got them all done, I close up my notebook and stuff it in my backpack.

I look over at him and slowly stand up, throwing my backpack over my shoulder because I told Tommy I would meet him outside. Again, I'm not sure what to do. This mingling and socializing thing is not my forté.

"Where are you headed?" he asks.

"Tommy's waiting for me out front, we usually meet up with our friends for lunch after this class."

"Oh, I was going to ask you if you wanted to grab some lunch with me." He's leaning forward on his elbows with a killer smile on his face. I only now notice his eyes are a deep blue and his ears are perfectly shaped and proportioned to his head. Don't ask me why I notice these things, but ears are always something I notice. Unless you have long hair like Tommy and you can't see them. Tommy's ears are fine though, I have checked.

"Come on, it's my treat." He flashes that smile again and I realize when the gods handed out charm, he seemed to have gotten more than his fair share.

"Well," I shuffle back and forth on my feet in uncertainty, looking back at the door. It would be weird to go off and have lunch with someone I don't even know. Tommy and Ashton and hopefully Lane are expecting me. What would we even talk about. I don't like to be the center of attention really and with just the two of us I'm going to have to think of things to talk about.

"Okay," he says when I don't answer, since I'm still thinking of how to answer. "How about you invite me to join you and your friends for lunch. It's a good compromise, don't you think?"

"Um, sure." I don't think Tommy will mind. He's the one trying to get me to notice the guy in the first place, only then I thought it was because he was interested in him. Ashton probably won't care as long as he doesn't try to make stupid conversation with him, Ashton doesn't like pointless small talk. And Lane, Lane is always up for meeting new people, especially if they're good looking and possibly up for a one night stand. My brow furrows at this thought. Not that I care, I mean...this is just some guy from our class.

"You're not much of a talker are ya?" He says as he stands up. He looks to be about Tommy's height, which is a few inches taller than me. He's muscular without being bulky and even through his loose jeans I can tell he has those soccer legs; kind of lean, slightly bowed, with thick calves. Made for sprinting across the soccer field, fast starts and stops and powerful enough to kick the ball into the net from the 50 yard line. He's got a nicely developed chest and strong looking shoulders. I like strong shoulders. He smiles when he notices me admiring him and I immediately turn red and look away.

"I talk," I say defensively. I'm sick of people telling me I don't talk or how quiet I am, I've been hearing it for years. I let out a sigh as I realize most of the time I have so much of the inner dialogue going on, I don't even realize that maybe I haven't been talking to the people around me. "When there's something to talk about..." I trail off because that made no sense.

"Come on Payton, I'll buy your lunch and you can tell me all about yourself." Brody picks his bag up off the floor and gestures with his hand to the door. So I guess I have to go first. I turn and walk out and realize he's only steps behind me. I'm kind of bummed because I was going to check out his ass when he walked out first, but now...wait. I hope he's not checking out my ass. I am wearing my favorite pair of jeans though and Tommy said they make my ass look really good. But still. I look back over my shoulder and his eyes pop up. He was looking at my ass.

"You have a nice ass," he says. Bold! He's fucking bold.

"I, uh...thanks." I slow down when we're in the hallway so we're walking side by side and my ass will be safe from inspection.

When we get outside Tommy and Ashton are sitting on the wall of the courtyard waiting for me. Tommy looks up and smiles while Ashton looks...well, I don't know what his look is. I guess mild disinterest, though he does look Brody up and down before looking at me and lifting one eyebrow slightly. That's a thing he does sometimes and I've found that I started doing it too. He looks cool when he does it, so maybe I do too...or at least I feel cool when I do it. I flash my eyebrows up about a millimetre in a gesture that says, 'Don't ask, I have no clue' and he looks away with a barely noticeable chuckle. Yeah, that's what I love about Ashton. We can have entire conversations with no words and only very subtle gestures.

"So...Brody, this is Tommy and Ashton, guys, this is Brody," I say awkwardly while they all do the nod thing to each other. "Um, is it okay if Brody comes with us for lunch?"

"Yeah, of course," Tommy says quickly, the outgoing and friendly one of the group. "Ash, Brody's in our Intro to Medical Terminology class." Ashton nods and stands up, clearly unimpressed.

"I'm starved, where are we going?" He says and I smile because that is so Ashton.

"I texted Lane and told him to meet us and Lou's if he was free. Let's go there and hopefully he'll make it," Tommy says. "Have you ever been to Lou's?" Tommy asks Brody, "It's only a few blocks away."

"I don't think so, but I'm up for anything. My next class isn't until 2:30." Brody looks at me and winks. I'm not really sure what that wink means so I just put on a forced smile which I'm sure looks stupid. The four of us head in the direction of Lou's and Tommy luckily makes small talk with Brody while Ashton and I walk along in silence.

I find out that Brody is actually from Virginia, close to DC so I was way off with his accent. He's the co-captain of the soccer team which is pretty good for a sophomore (he tells us) and he originally was a business major, but didn't really like it, but has always been interested in the health field and anything sports related.

When we got close to Lou's we see Lane riding down the street on his board. I introduce Lane and Brody, they both comment that they've seen each other around campus and at parties, but have never spoken or been introduced. Lane seems back to his normal self and even eats half my fries, which I'm actually happy about because it means he's okay. Brody chuckles at it, but seems to be watching Lane warily which I find annoying because A, Lane's just my friend and he can have my fries if he wants them, and B, I just met Brody and just because he's showing an odd interest in me, doesn't mean he can judge my friends or anyone else who I'm close with.

When the waitress clears our plates and tells us she'll bring back the bill, Brody turns to me. "Payton, this girl I know is having a party tonight at her house off campus, will you go with me?"

"A party? On a Wednesday night?" Who has parties on a Wednesday night?

Lane huffs and I look over at him. "That's exactly what I said," he mutters.

"Oh, are you going?" Brody asks.

"Unfortunately I got roped into it," Lane grumbles.

"Well then," Brody beams, "one of your friends is already going, and you, uh, you guys can come too," he says looking at Tommy and Ashton.

"I have to work tonight," I say, "and then finish a paper that's due tomorrow."

"I have to start the paper that's due tomorrow," Tommy says sheepishly and I roll my eyes at him.

"I'm busy," Ashton says simply.

"Are you sure?" Brody asks, "Come on Payton, what time do you work until?"

"Nine, but I have to finish my paper."

"Come on Payton, I can pick you up at nine, it's going to be a great party!" Brody pleads, flashing me his smile and big blue eyes.

"Yeah, lots of booze, sex and drugs," Lane scoffs, "only one of which interests me," he adds under his breath with a small smirk.

"Payton has to finish his paper." Ashton's voice is deep and just loud enough for all of us to hear. I look over at him and he's staring at Brody and I can tell he doesn't really like him.

"Yeah, Brody, not tonight," I reaffirm.

"Okay, another night, I'm going to hold you to that." Before I can reply, because he made it sound like I made him a promise, he stands up. "I've got to head off guys." He throws down two twenties, "that's enough for mine and Payton's since I was treating him. Lane, maybe I'll see you at the party tonight, Payton, if you change your mind, call me." He takes a pen from his pocket and writes his number down on a clean napkin before handing it to me. "I'll see you in class on Friday if not before." He winks and grins again. What is it with the winking?

"Okay, thanks for lunch...um...next time it's my treat," I say because it makes me a little uncomfortable that he paid for my lunch.

"I'll hold you to that too," he says and squeezes my shoulder before walking off.

"Paypay, do you have an admirer?" Lane says with a wide grin, "he's not bad looking, nice body, looks like he's packing a decent lunch..."

"Lane," I interrupt, "I just met him, he's in one of our classes, I don't know...I...I'm not sure if I want to date anyone from school."

"Pay, just get to know him, it doesn't...change anything, you can get to know him and meet other people at the club, leave your options open," Tommy says.

"You guys are going to have to take me to this club you're always going to sometime." Both Tommy and I open our mouth at the same time, before Lane keeps going, "as long as it's not one of those fucking kink clubs, there's some fucked up shit going on at those. Anyway, I've got to bolt. I have crap to get done before I go to this stupid party with Drew...and don't say a thing." He holds up two hands to stop us from saying anything, "I'm going to one party with him, I feel guilty...but just one party and then I'm going to wean him off me, he's getting too clingy and I don't need that shit. This time next week I'm going to be Drew-free, I should probably drop Abby too, maybe I'll fuck her one more time though...anyway, gotta run, talk to you guys later."

Before we can say a thing Lane drops some bills on the table and takes off on his skateboard.

"We should have told him," Tommy says.

"I know, but..." I start, but don't finish.

"I'll talk to Denny about it, see what he thinks," Ashton tells us. The waitress comes over with our bill and we settle up, leaving her a generous tip. "I've got a class I need to get to," Ashton says once we're ready to go, "I have a lab all day tomorrow and then I'm meeting an old friend tomorrow night, but I'll see you on Friday."

"Yeah, we won't be around tomorrow night either, I'm taking Payton to his last..."

"Maybe last," I interrupt Tommy.

"Maybe last training with Master Matthias," he repeats with a laugh.

"Oh yeah, congratulations Tommy, I forgot, you're official now," Ashton says.

"Yup, I'm officially a sub if I want to be, still not sure, but I've been talking to Master Giovanni and Jacobi a lot about it and they keep saying not to rush it, make sure it feels right." Master Giovanni and Jacobi have kind of taken Tommy under their wing for training, while Master Matthias has mostly been working with me, with the exception of a few sessions he had other people fill in for him.

I grin because I know the biggest uncertainty for Tommy is his interest in a certain personal trainer who's still out of town, yet they've been texting back and forth regularly. If Casey asked him out, he'd say yes in a heartbeat. If Casey's not interested, I can see Tommy putting a lot more effort into getting to know some of the Dom's at the club. Several of them sure have been showing an interest in him since the red bracelet came off.

Master Matthias say's I'm almost there. He doesn't want to let me loose until he knows for sure I won't immediately get in over my head and he told me he's going to keep an eye on me at first. His biggest concern is my...lack of experience. I'm a little frustrated at that lack of experience myself and I'm about ready to throw in the towel and just offer myself naked in the showroom to the first taker.

No, I'm only kidding, but I'm sick of being a 19 year old virgin and I'm determined to do something about it as soon as...as soon as I work up the courage. Sigh.

The next week and a half went by quickly. Brody talked to me every chance he got and I actually started to become more comfortable around him. He's a really nice and funny guy, though I'm still more interested in a mature Dom than a college boyfriend. But Brody's attention makes me feel good about myself as it becomes more and more obvious that he's attracted to me. Tommy says even if I don't end up dating him, it's good to know that such a hot guy likes me, which is true.

I had two more training sessions with Master Matthias and one with just Jacobi who told me all of the "sub secrets". Like, the embarrassing but practical things every sub needs to know, which I'm not going to repeat here because I'm too embarrassed. Embarrassed, but glad to know just the same. Tommy was the only one I could tell about it when I got home that night and only because he's my best friend and he also got the same lecture and instruction from Jacobi himself. Me and Tommy actually got a good laugh about it and when Master Matthias finally said I didn't have to wear the red bracelet anymore, Tommy took me out for pizza and ice cream to celebrate. We got all silly that night and played a game where every guy we saw we told each other if we thought they were a top, bottom or a switch. Of course, we assumed they were all gay as part of the game.

Lane kind of disappeared again, but Denny wasn't at the club last weekend to ask and we felt weird bugging him again about it. We decided that if we didn't see Denny this weekend, we'd call or text him on Monday.

Ashton

Friday night. The music blasts in my ears as I walk into the club and although it's my favorite song, I don't find the need to bob my head like most people do. I walk across the packed dance floor and resist the urge to roll my eyes at all the hands grabbing at me. When I make it to the door, the bouncer steps aside and opens it for me. I nod in thanks before stepping through the red door and making my way upstairs towards the locker room to change. I see a few people heading into the showroom and nod in greeting when they wave at me.

Pushing the door open to the locker room I head towards my locker. The room is empty as far as I can see so I take my time for once. I kick off my shoes and unbuckle my belt before grabbing my boots and shorts from the locker. Tugging the earphones out I put my iPod on the bench before letting my jeans drop around my ankles. A sigh escapes me as fold my jeans and boxer briefs before putting them into the locker along with the shirt I tug off my torso.

I grab the small bottle of lotion I keep in my locker and quickly rub myself down so I'm completely lotioned up, but not all slippery with it. Just as I stop my iPod and put it in the locker I hear something hit the ground making me turn around. When I don't see anything, I walk towards the sound of something rolling across the ground and it leads me to the showers. My eyes land on a bottle of lube that stops only when it hits my foot. Bending down, I grab the lube and hold it out to a blushing Eddie who is looking anywhere but at me.

"Why do you find it necessary to watch me change every night?" I ask blankly as he takes his lube back quickly.

"I don't!" He scoffs and I raise a brow making him sigh. "Okay, you're really hot. Like really, really hot and I wish you'd just bend me over and fuck me already."

"Is that so?" I question as he crosses his thin arms over his naked chest.

"Yes! Like, you could be a Dom but you're a freaking Sub! It's not fair because I really want you to fuck me!" He whines as I let my eyes drift down and notice he's naked.

"Well, there is no rule saying two Subs can't play together." I say making his eyes widen as he stares up at me.

I mean why not? He's a Sub, I'm a Sub. After this maybe he'll get over this little fascination he has with watching me change. I could use some relief too because it's been a while. With that in mind, I walk forward and grab his face before slamming my lips onto his. He literally squeaks in surprise making me mentally roll my eyes but it gives me the chance to slip my tongue into his mouth. His hands latch onto my hair as I hear the lube once again hit the floor.

My dick rubs against his as I pin him to the wall and let my hands slowly slide down his sides. I cup his ass and grind against him making him moan into my mouth. I swallow the sound quickly before ripping my lips away from his and kissing down his neck. His hand wraps around my cock and I bite his neck as he starts stroking me slowly. My cock starts hardening and growing in his grip as I slowly kiss back up his neck, leaving red marks in my wake. Eddie tilts his head back and I almost moan as his hand speeds up.

"Fuck me Ashton please," he moans as I squeeze his ass.

"Shut up," I grumble before pressing my lips to his again.

Fuck me, he tells me. I'll fuck him if I want to not when he begs for it. I grab his thighs and hoist him up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist as his hand leaves my erection to grip the back of my neck. Our tongues caress each other quickly as I walk us back towards my locker, kicking the bottle of lube in front of us as I go. His legs drop from my waist when we reach the lockers and he quickly sinks to his knees. I fist his hair in my hand as his lips wrap around the head of my cock.

I drop my head back with a low moan as he takes me to the back of his throat. Shit, it's been so long since I've gotten head. I start thrusting into his mouth while guiding his head by my grip on his shockingly blonde hair. Eddie hums around his mouthful of my cock making the vibrations shoot up my shaft and my toes curl as I bite my lip. I look down, watching as my cock repeatedly disappears into his mouth but I also look over to see Eddie fingering himself. Fuck, that's hot.

"Please Ashton, fuck me and fill me with your cum," Eddie pleads while looking up at me with his green eyes shining with lust.

"Kneel on the bench," I order and he quickly scrambles to do as told while I grab the lube and pour it over my dick after rolling on a condom from my locker.

His ass is in the air, his chest pressed against the bench and his hands gripping the edge of the bench. I step up behind him and spread his cheeks before slowly sinking into him. My eyes roll back as he lets out a long and loud moan. Fuck he's tight. I grip his hips and slowly pull out until only the head of my cock is in his ass before slowly sinking back in. After a few more slow thrusts I speed up and groan as he clenches around me as I pound into his tight creamy ass. His knuckles turn white with the grip he has on the edges of the bench as I dig my fingers into his hips.

"Give me your hands," I demand and his hands quickly rest on his lower back.

I clasp both of his wrists in one hand and keep a tight grip on his hip. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the locker room along with his low pitched cries and loud moans. I feel sweat forming on my forehead as I continue snapping my hips forward, drilling into his ass like I've never done with anyone else before. His head pressed onto the bench, his back arching down and making me go deeper. I repeatedly slam into his prostate until I feel him tightening around me quickly.

"I'm going t-to cum!" He screeches as I reach around and grab his cock before stroking it quickly.

"Then cum," I grumble and he lets out a loud shout as his walls clamp down on my cock squeezing the orgasm out of me as his cum drenches the bench under him. I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth to keep from moaning as he milks out everything leaking from my pulsing cock. He slumps against the bench making my softening cock slip out quickly. I look down and pull the cum filled condom off before walking over to the trash and tossing it in. Padding towards the showers, I grab two face towels from the stack and wetting them before walking to Eddie who is now standing, panting next to the dirty bench.

"Here," I mumble while tossing the towel at him.

"Oh um, thanks," he pants as I shrug and quickly clean up any evidence of what just happened.

"Don't mention it," I reply while standing up, seriously don't ever mention it.

"Ashton, can I ask you a question?" He asks as I toss the towel into the hamper of dirty rags, towels and such.

"You just did," I say while pulling up my shorts, socks and stepping into my boots.

"Why aren't you a Dom?" He asks curiously making me frown as I tie up my boots. "I mean, you could totally be one. You were just all dominating while we had sex and you seemed so into it. Why are you a sub?" He questions as I close my locker and lock it.

"Does it matter to you?" I ask bluntly and he flinches back slightly but shakes his head.

"No, I'm just curious," he admits making me chuckle and nod.

"Yeah well where I'm from, curiosity has killed a few cats," I reply before walking past him and out of the locker room.

Tommy

"Ashton, you're here!" Payton says when our friend finally joins the table. He shrugs his shoulders noncommittally and I hide a smile. Ashton is a complex person hiding under a seemingly simple exterior.

"Well, you're not going to believe this. I'm not sure I totally believe it yet. I'm not sure what I think of it. I mean, I'm fine, I'm okay. It's just not what I expected in a million years." Payton begins to ramble. I know he was surprised by who we saw earlier, we both were. I'm just not sure how he really feels about it.

"What Pay?" Ashton asks purposely slow and even, hoping to calm Payton's nervous energy that we can feel building. I watch as Payton opens his mouth, but the plethora of words coming out a few seconds ago have stopped and he looks stumped as to where to begin.

"Master Matthias has collared a sub," I blurt out, "you'll never believe who it is."

Ashton looks thoughtful, but I can tell he has no idea. "Lane!" I say quickly and look over at Payton who sits at the edge of his seat, his back straight, as if he's ready to jump up at a moment's notice. His mouth is closed and his eyes look between Ashton and I like he's watching a tennis match.

"Lane? Really?"

"Yeah, Lane," Payton says, finally speaking again, "Isn't that weird. I mean, a few weeks ago he comes here for the first time and gets paddled by Master Matthias...well, I guess then they became friends...then more than friends...and boom! Lane's a sub...a collared sub, it's like...speed dating, only it's speed collaring, and, oh yeah, remember when he had a stalker? The stalker was really Master Matthias. Master Matthias was the crazy stalker!" He says incredulously.

Payton is talking really fast again and I begin to worry about him.

"And remember the other day when Brody said he was pretty sure he saw Lane driving off in a Bentley? And we said no, that's crazy, where would Lane get a Bentley? Well it was Lane! Master Matthias gave him a Bentley? A freaking Bentley? Well, Lane said Master Matthias is just lending it to him on a permanent basis, but yeah, what's the difference really..."

Ashton looks at me and I shrug my shoulders, then we both look at Payton.

"Why are you guys looking at me like that?" His face is red and his fingers are tapping on the table nervously.

"Payton, are you okay?" I ask.

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"

"Maybe you should take him to the bathroom," Ashton suggests, "Or outside for some fresh air. He looks a bit flushed."

"Yeah, Pay, let's go outside for a little while and cool off, it's warm in here tonight."

Payton looks at Ashton. "Just get some air and then we'll hang out when you get back. I should go say hi to Lane," he says quietly.

"Okay Ash, you guys are right. I feel a bit overheated." The two of us stand up and I lead him to the locker room where we grab shirts, change from our new black leather 'booty' shorts into our jeans and grab our wallets. I figure I'll take Payton to the coffee shop down the street and get him a frozen latte or something. We make our way towards the door and I spot Master Adam who I've been talking to a bit lately.

"Tommy, are you leaving?" He asks, walking over. I look up at his rich brown eyes which contrast well with his dirty blonde hair. The man is a god to be sure. I mean, he's no Casey, but...I quickly shut that thought up and look down as I've been taught.

"Hi Sir, um, no. I'm taking Payton outside for some fresh air, he's just a little overheated. I'll be back in a little while."

"Good, how about you join me later in the private showroom. I'm quite interested in watching a wax play demonstration, I'd like to see what you think of it as well." His silky smooth voice is more than a little enticing and I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Yes, Sir. I'd like that."

"Okay, don't be too long."

Once he walks away I turn back to Payton. "We don't have to go if you want to go be with him now?" He says.

"No, I need some fresh air now, besides, I want to talk to you, make sure you're okay." Payton nods and we walk past the bouncer, through the public club and out onto the crowded street. Payton bristles at the comments a few drunken guys make, some lewd comments about his ripe little ass and I quickly move so I'm blocking their view of him. I'm not much of a fighter, but if they give Payton a hard time, I'm more than willing to bring out my inner animal on them. Either that or I'll text Ashton to come outside. I don't know if he's a fighter either, but he's big and looks like he could take someone down.

A block down the street is the coffee shop I've spent some time in when Payton had training sessions after I was finished with mine. The waitress who I'd gotten to know pretty well, Elyse, was working and she made us each a fruit smoothie. Payton and I sat down in a quiet corner away from the other patrons.

"So Payton," I begin. "How do you really feel about Lane showing up as Master Matthias' sub tonight?"

"It was a surprise, I mean...I thought Lane was a top, didn't he say he only topped that time we were talking about stuff like that?" Payton looks thoughtful for a few seconds, "How do you think that works? Do you think they switch or..."

"I don't even want to know," I laugh, but note that Payton's voice sounds strained and he has this defeated look on his face. "I'm sure they've figured something out. Since Lane's the sub, he's mostly likely the bottom. I guess Master Matthias changed his mind."

"Yeah. I guess."

"Payton, have you ever thought that maybe part of the reason you have a crush on Master Matthias...had," I correct as his eyes go wide, "is because he's unattainable?" Payton looks for a second like he's going to explode, but then he takes a deep breath and calms right down.

"I don't have a crush on Master Matthias, I... He's my trainer, well, was my trainer. I admire him the way anyone admires a strong leader."

"Pay, I've known you for like...forever. I see the way you look at him." Payton lets out a weary sigh, but doesn't say anything and begins playing with the straw on his smoothie.

"Pay, you're afraid of intimacy. Whenever a guy shows any interest, you end up pushing him away before he can get too close. Now, you go to the club and hide behind Master Matthias. You wore his training bracelet longer than any of us. You have an unhealthy attachment to him and now you're depressed because he's with Lane." It all flows out so quickly that I can't stop it once it begins. Payton's face turns bright red and I feel my heart fall into my stomach.

"Tommy, just stop. Please? I know he's with Lane. I'm happy for them. I'm happy for Lane. I love Lane, he's one of my favorite new friends."

"Payton, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out that way."

"It's okay, you said what everyone's thinking. I don't know...Master Matthias...made me feel safe...because I knew he wasn't interested. There was no pressure to try and be something I wasn't, all I had to do was do what he told me, the only way I had to impress him was to be good at following directions, he didn't expect anything else. He made me feel good about myself, like I could do something right."

"You do lots of things right Pay, you have to stop being so hard on yourself. Stop...stop letting your parents make you feel bad about yourself."

"I am, that's why I'm here. Since we moved here, I've felt like a big weight's been lifted off my shoulder, I finally feel in control of my own destiny. You've helped, Ashton's helped, all my new friends and Master Matthias too, but now I know that I have to move on and start...challenging myself. I'm going to start talking to some other Doms, you'll see. I'm not afraid anymore Tommy."

"Okay, Pay, and you know I'm always here for you."

"I do, and I'm always here for you."

"Okay, I feel better," Payton says, "Let's go back. You have Master Adam to go see and I need to find my own sexy Dom."

"Are you sure you're okay? I don't mind hanging out here longer, or even going home if that's what you want."

"Tommy, no way! I'm a free sub, I've worked hard for this status, now is my time to play!"

"Okay, but start slowly Pay, there's no rush for anything."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not going to do anything crazy," he says standing up. I hop up and give him a hug and we head back to the club where we change back out of our jeans into our shorts and take off our shirts once again too.

When we return to the main room I see Master Adam who waves me over. Ashton is still at our table talking to Chris and Tai so I tell Payton I'll catch up with him later and walk over to the table where Master Adam is sitting with a few other people.

"Tommy, do you know Master Cole and his boy Dylan, Master Clark, Master Kael and Master Bennett?"

"Hello Sir, I know Master Cole and Dylan, but not the others."

"Gentlemen, this is Tommy, Tommy, you may greet my friends." I turn and say hello to each of them. "Come sit next to me, we'll be going into the showroom shortly."

"Yes Sir," I say as I sit down on the couch beside him. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to kneel, but it seems that most of the Doms only have subs who belong to them kneel, which is fine with me because at this stage, I would find it awkward. I'm still getting used to the whole idea of subservience.

Master Adam puts his hand on my bare knee and his fingers rub circles into it while he talks with the others. I sit quietly, waiting until I'm spoken to, which is awkward for me since I like making conversation. After a while he turns to me and starts asking me questions about myself. I tell him about school and my major and working at the Boys & Girls club. He compliments my physique so I tell him I've been working out with a personal trainer and he commends my hard work which actually makes me blush a little.

About a half hour later someone comes over and whispers in Master Adam's ear and he nods and looks over. "Shall we go watch the demonstrations?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir."

Master Adam leads me into the private showroom and Master Cole and Dylan followed, while the other three Doms stay in the main room. I see a stage in the center which is raised about a foot and a half and soft lights from the ceiling point at the center where a bench is set up. We sit in a small loveseat close to the stage which is in the semi-dark. Master Cole and Dylan sit not too far from us and there are several other Doms and subs filtering in the room while a Dom I haven't met yet is on the stage cuffing his naked partner onto the bench. The sub is not the typical sub I've become used to, but is quite large and muscular, maybe in his mid to late twenties; while the Dom, a more normal size, probably my height with a slim build, looking to be a couple of years younger than his sub. With his black leather pants, black vest and a very severe facial expression though, there was no doubt he was in full control of his 'boy'.

"Dominating someone isn't always about size and strength," Master Adam whispers to me when I realize I must be staring. I nod and sit back into the sofa. "This is Master Edward and his submissive Francisco."

Master Edward proceeds to put a blindfold and ball gag on his submissive. Since I'd started watching scenes I wondered how a sub could use their safe word if they were gagged, and with a blindfold he can't even use his eyes to convey any needs he may have. Master Giovanni had explained that Doms and subs often develop many ways of communicating a safe signal depending on what type of scene they were performing. When Master Edward puts a small red ball in Francisco's hand I know this is their safe signal. If Francisco needs him to stop he will drop the red ball.

Master Edward takes a bag from the table on the side of the stage and dumps out what looks like a few dozen black plastic clothes pins. I also had learned that most likely these are not just regular clothes pins from the dollar store, but specialty ones made especially for use on the body. The Dom, pale with dark hair then takes a string which he puts through a hole at the end of each clothes pin. He does the same with another string so he has 2 strings of about a dozen. He then begins putting them on the deeply tanned skin of his submissive, starting with the right side, he clamps the first one on his nipple and proceeds down that side of his body, even over the sensitive skin between his stomach and upper thigh, down over his inner thigh with the last one seeming to be right in the area of his testicles. I can't be positive, but I think the last is actually on his testicle. He then does the same thing on the other side of the boy's body.

I watch fascinated and can almost feel the pinch when the sub winces at some of the more sensitive areas, but he holds tightly to the red ball, squeezing it occasionally. Master Edward whispers things in his ear which seem to always make the sub relax. When he finishes with the stringed clothes pins he picks up a cat-o-nine-tails from the table. I haven't experienced one, but I'm told its very similar to a flogger, but stings a little more. Master Edward flicks it all over Francisco's skin lightly warming it up and slowly I see the tan skin turn pink and red in some places as he increases the strength of the arc his hand and arm make.

During the process I see the submissive is getting an erection and his chest is rising and falling faster and faster as he breathes through his nose and around the ball gag. Occasionally I hear moans when the Master flicks the tails against his shaft or balls. When he is fully erect Master Edward gets a bottle of lube and pours it over his cock and begins to stroke him, lightly at first and progressively harder and faster. I realize he is edging him when the sub starts to moan louder and then Master Edward stops and moves the cat-o-nine-tails over his chest or thighs. As the sub calms he slowly starts the process again and again and again until the sub seems to be pleading and begging around his gag. The pace of the scene builds and the air around us seems to be thick with tension until finally, in a crescendo, Master Edward gives him a few hard strokes and then quickly pulls at the strings and while he's ripping off the clothes pins in a fast movement he yells at his sub to cum, which he does with a long scream as his entire body bucks up; his muscles convulsing as a long stream of thick white cum spurts straight up in the air.

It seems to last for minutes though I'm sure it's only seconds and finally as the sub's body calms down I take a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I also didn't notice Master Adam's hand stroking over my leg, moving toward my inner thigh as his touch becomes firmer and more purposeful, my obvious erection not going unnoticed as the back of his hand rubs against it.

Master Edward is cleaning up his sub, removing the gag, blindfold and cuffs when Master Adam whispers in my ear. "The next scene won't be for a few minutes while they clean the stage and set up, why don't you get on your knees and show me what that sexy mouth of yours can do."

I feel my face flush and my heart rate pick up and for a moment I'm stunned into silence. Yeah, not often that happens to me, but before I could put too much thought into it I sink to my knees in front of Master Adam. He spreads his legs wide and I tuck myself in between while carefully unzipping his leathers. They are designed for this with an obvious pouch which his growing shaft is now filling. I pop him out of his pants and look up into his eyes before I lean forward and take him into my mouth.

He's big, not the biggest I've seen here at the club, but the biggest I've ever wrapped my lips around. I take him in as far as I can and start a slow bob up and down while gripping the base with my hand. I hear noises behind me as the next scene is set up, but I ignore everything around me and focus on my task. I feel slightly depraved...naughty...lewd...but I also feel an excitement I've never felt before and it feels good. My shameless indecency equates to an audacious thrill that's more stimulating than any of the sexual encounters with high school boyfriends. This is more than a whole new level, more than a new playground, this is another universe. This is a universe where I want to play, a cosmos where I want to let myself go...where I want to belong.

I feel Master Adam's hand on my head, his fingers carding through my hair and gripping it slightly when I suck him particularly hard or take him perilously deep. "Mmmm, Tommy," he moans, "that's good. That's how it's done boy."

He continues to moan words of encouragement and praise only loud enough for me to hear.

"Go slow," he whispers when I try to pick up my pace. It sounds like the new demonstration has begun and I'm not sure if he wants me to be finish up. "I want you on my cock while I watch this," he says, answering my unspoken question. I slow down to the pace his hands on either side of my head set for me. I can hear whatever sub is up on the stage moaning and I can smell a candle so I know it's the wax play scene I had heard about.

Since I can't see I just tune them out and enjoy the feel of Master Adam's smooth cock while feeling my own get harder and harder. "Good boy," he breathes and I anticipate that I will be rewarded if I do a good job so I do my absolute best.

I hear two sets of groans coming from behind me and the slapping of skin so I figure the Dom is now fucking his sub.

Something is niggling at the back of my mind, but I just push it down. I am being the ultimate submissive and servicing this Dom.

"Yessss," Master Adam hisses and I know he's close, I feel it as his shaft pulses and his balls tighten. The sounds coming from the stage sound equally close.

It all happens very quickly and in slow motion all at the same time.

I hear a final grunt on the stage and it suddenly dawns on me what my brain was trying to tell me.

Master Adam lets out a loud grunt as well and grips my head as he pumps copious amounts of semen down my throat, yet at the same time I turn my head just enough so that I can see the stage, as Master Adam's cock slips out and the last remnants of his completion splatter against my cheek.

The timing is impeccable because the Dom suddenly turns my way as with a final grunt he slams into his sub, a sub whose chest is covered in wax while the Dom holds a votive candle above him. I can see the strength of his climax as he shudders against the boy lying on the bench and I watch the slow motion of realization as the Dom's eyes meet mine and mine his.

"Casey?" I mouth, no sound escaping as Master Adam's cum slides down my chin.

"Tommy?" Casey's face is a mask of confusion and then realization and then anger. The candle he is holding up above the boy slips out of his hand and falls down, landing and splattering hot wax all over his still hard and unfulfilled erection. The boy lets out a scream...more like a shriek and then the slow motions speeds up and there is chaos. People are jumping up, Doms running over an employee grabs a pitcher of ice water that had been placed on one of the side tables.

Casey looks numb for a minute, his eyes are still locked on mine until realization hits him and he jumps back, his softening cock slipping out of the sub. It's only then that the situation starts to come clear as I look Casey up and down, bear chested wearing a pair of black leather chaps, the kind that just go up to the top of the thighs leaving his ass and crotch exposed...for easy access.

I see a filled condom slowly sliding down his shaft until with a jerky movement his hand reaches down and pulls it off, like it's something highly offensive and he throws it down towards the back of the stage.

I don't know what I should do, so I stay where I am, watching the scene unfold and soon Casey looks back to his submissive and joins the others who are seeing to him, pouring the cold water over his flaccid, but bright red shaft. There's shouting and angry words, but I don't process any of it and Master Adam gives me a reassuring pat on my shoulder, but it serves no purpose to provide any comfort.

Maybe I'm numb. I don't know what I am...I look down at my bare knees and see the glistening of Master Adam's juices where they dripped out of my mouth and down my chin.

"Come on Tommy," Master Adam says once the stage has been emptied, save for one employee who looks sad and miserable as he wipes down the bench and moves it off to the side. You can be sure there won't be any more scenes there tonight as a solemn mood takes over the room and only the sound of quiet whispering and the base of the dance floor in the main room reverberates through the walls.

I see Master Richard run into the room and down the hallway they took the injured sub. Master Richard is a doctor and he is the one Payton and I went to see to get a physical and have tests done before we finished our training.

Master Adam helps me to my feet and I almost stumble from the stiffness in my knees. He leads me out of the room and down to his playroom where he seats me down onto a divan just inside the door. He brings me some water, but all I want to do is get out of there. Get to my friends, get out of this place.