Chapter 4

Chapter Four

West

After Spencer and I made sure the room was clean and ready for the next guests, I opened the door, letting in the various voices and sounds that mingled in the hallway. I gestured for him to go ahead of me.

“How kind of you,” he said, and stepped out of the room and to the side of the doorway.

“It’s the least I can do after the Mitzi negotiations,” I teased. I was trying to make light of the situation because I knew how frustrated both of us were over the continual difficulties with finding a third. And not drawing attention to the fact the third was seemingly impossible to find.

Cries of pleasure and sounds of skin being smacked drifted out of a room down the hall. Spencer briefly looked over his shoulder in the direction of what appeared to be someone having a good time. “I thought you made up for that just now with your mouth,” he murmured.

I was distracted by the sounds coming from two or three rooms away. Being a lover of impact play, Spencer and I were naturally drawn to the echoes of consensual beatings. Spencer tilted his head and listened to what was music to our ears.

“Shall we go take a peek?” Spencer asked.

“I don’t know, man. Tonight’s been fucked-up. Maybe we should cut our losses and head home,” I replied. As much as I love watching, after the wasted time with Mitzi, I was looking forward to getting out of here.

“You’ve already been the ringleader for decisions tonight, West.”

“Exactly. I’m owning my mistakes and suggesting we leave,” I said as a loud cry followed a thundering slap. Spencer turned around to face the direction the noises were coming from. He turned to face me again, and a huge smile stretched across his face.

“I went along with your game earlier.” Spencer pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “We love watching this kind of stuff. Let’s go, West.”

He was right. We did love it. We leisurely walked down the hall and peered into each room we passed, hoping to spot the group that was having all the fun. Three rooms down was quite the feast for the eyes. Norman was in there using a strap on a young man. Spencer and I looked at one another and smiled before we leaned against the wall opposite Norman’s room and settled in to watch the show.

Judging by how far Norman brought his arm up before bringing it down on his partner’s ass, it was apparent that he was playing extremely rough. After watching a few swats, Spencer and I looked at one another. Speechless, we returned our focus to Norman and the young man. The guy he was playing with had his hands balled into fists, and his feet were pointed inward with curled toes. I tilted my head to the side to see if I could see the guy’s face but wasn’t able to due to where Norman was standing.

Norman had been a longtime member, and until tonight, I thought he was a decent top. I’d only seen him play a few times, but never this roughly.

I was surprised when Norman stopped using the strap and took it to the table in the center of the room without so much as saying anything to the bottom. No words were spoken to let him know he was walking away or to even check on him first.

“Mmm.” The sound of dissatisfaction growled from Spencer’s throat. I turned to look at him and saw him standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re thinking the same as me,” I muttered.

Spencer and I were definitely into impact play, and even into some humiliation, but we played with safety in mind. One thing I learned when I first started was that you never left your bottom restrained and then walked away from them without so much as a word.

Norman was at least quick at the table. He was there long enough to set the strap down and get a condom and some lube. It was as though the sex was an afterthought as he quickly fucked the guy hard. He didn’t appear to care about his partner, just moving toward his goal. As soon as he was done, that was that. He didn’t even bother to get the other guy off. The fact that he’d drawn blood was a good indication as to how hard he was wielding the strap.

I took a deep breath and hoped Norman would at least take care of him now that he’d come. I narrowed my eyes when the bottom pulled and tugged on his restraints. He wanted to be free.

“Let him up, you dick,” I said under my breath.

Given Norman’s lack of care and attention up to this point, I was surprised when he told the bottom that he at least wanted to wipe off the blood. I looked at Spencer when I heard him huff out a short, sarcastic laugh.

“How thoughtful of him,” Spencer mumbled.

Norman untied the young man and stood beside him while the guy climbed off the spanking bench. Though, it looked like as soon as Norman felt the guy had his balance, he walked away from him. With Norman out of the way now, the man’s face and body came into better view. Spencer and I looked at one another when we saw how young the guy looked. Both of us were pissed.

Norman reached into his bag and set an envelope next to the guy’s clothes. They said next to nothing to one another except for making plans for next week. He wasn’t just going to end their time like this, was he?

The young man picked up his clothes and the envelope before hurrying out of the room. Once he was clear of the room, he crouched and pulled his clothes close to free up both of his hands to open the thick envelope. He pulled back the flap and revealed money. With his fingers, he quickly flipped through the bills. Seemingly satisfied with the total, he closed the envelope, stood, and walked down the hall.

I looked at Spencer. “Did I just see what I think I saw?” I asked him.

“Did you think you saw a guy get paid for taking a beating and a dick?”

“Yep.”

I looked into the room and watched as Norman wiped down the spanking bench. Before I could react, Spencer stepped into the room. I hurried in right behind Spence.

“Evening, Norman. I couldn’t help but notice your session with that young man,” Spencer blurted.

“Hey, Spencer.” Norman greeted me with a smile. “Hey, West. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys. How have you been?”

“Fine, thank you. Look, I don’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong?—”

“Then don’t start now, Spencer.” Norman stood with his hands propped on his waist, glaring at Spencer.

Spencer ignored Norman’s words, just as I knew he would. “Your play with that young man was reckless.”

“That’s presumptuous of you. You guys don’t show your faces here for months, then you show up and monitor people? Look, I know it appeared rough, but you guys play rough too. Unless?—”

“Unless what?” I asked sharply.

“Unless you don’t play rough anymore. Did it maybe get to be too much? Hard to find a third wheel to take both of you?”

“If you only knew exactly how rough I play at work, you’d keep your mouth shut,” I barked.

“Look, guys, don’t bust my balls over what I do. It was consensual. I don’t have to tell you anything, but I’ll tell you that he likes it. I play responsibly.”

Spencer took a few steps forward until he was within a foot of Norman.

“A responsible top cares enough to look beyond what the bottom likes and sees what they need . Deciphering them and then figuring out how to incorporate both is what being a responsible top is,” Spencer growled.

“He doesn’t like aftercare. He won’t play if I attempt it.”

“Then your play is dangerous and damaging to him,” Spencer added.

“You drew blood on that kid and let him walk out of here,” I said.

“Again, he won’t play?—”

“Then don’t play!” I shouted.

“He’s fine.”

“How long have you two been playing like this?” Spencer asked.

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

Spencer and I looked at one another for a moment, and then he turned to look at Norman. “You’re right. You don’t have to tell us anything. But I’m going to tell you something, Norman. Next week, you’re not going to play with him. You’re simply not going to show up here. Do I make myself clear?”

“And if I do show up and play with him?”

“Then we’re going to go to management and the police about you giving the young man money for sex and physical abuse,” I explained.

Norman paled and ran his hand through his hair.

“What do I say to him?”

“After watching you beat the shit out of him, fuck him, then let him walk out of here without any care, I doubt you’ll lose much sleep over it,” Spencer said.

“Are we clear?” I asked. Norman nodded, and I turned and walked out of the room. I knew Spencer was right behind me without looking. We never left one another hanging.

“I feel like I should go check on that kid,” Spencer murmured as we made our way down the hallway.

“From what it sounds like, he may be used to this.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay, West.”

“I didn’t say it was.”

I stopped and took hold of Spencer’s forearm and turned him so I could look him in the eye. Whenever we’d co-topped, Spencer had always leaned in the Daddy Dom direction. He was the one who could spank or flog and then wrap them in blankets and cuddle. He naturally wanted to take care of all the bottoms after he whipped them.

“It’s damaging to be emotionally stripped bare and then left to wander about.”

“I know, Spence. I’m not stopping you from checking on him. I’m just gently trying to tell you not to expect him to eat out of your hands if he’s used to this treatment. You and I will show up next weekend, and we’ll see if he wants to play with us.”

“I’ll go check the locker room and see if he’s still there. I would feel better seeing him before we leave.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you in the main room.”

Spencer and I went in different directions once we reached the end of the hallway. I spotted Steph and David sitting on a couch. I walked over to them, and before I took a seat across from them, I asked, “Mind if I sit?”

“Feel free,” David said as he gestured to the chair across from them. “So how was your time with Mitzi?” he asked. He and Steph both had huge smiles on their faces. They were there and saw the joke of a session it turned out to be.

“Disappointing probably sums it up,” I replied. They nodded as if they weren’t surprised. I glanced in the direction of the hallway as my thoughts drifted back to Norman and the guy he’d played with. “Hey, let me ask you something.” I leaned closer, over the narrow coffee table, to keep our conversation as private as possible. “Spence and I were watching Norman and a guy play tonight. They were playing rough, and Norman just let the guy leave without any care. Do you have any idea who it was?”

“That’s the kid we were talking about earlier.” David sat up straighter and moved to the edge of the couch. “That’s Skyler. He’s the opposite of just about all the new young people. You’d never know all those screams and cries come out of him,” David said.

“He just plays with Norman and quietly leaves,” Steph said.

“Like a ghost,” David commented.

“A rope ghost,” Steph added.

“Why?” David asked me.

Spencer walking into the main room caught my attention, and my eyes naturally gravitated toward him. Both of us were craving a third who could handle both of us. This Skyler kid might be worth talking to.

As Spencer sat in the chair next to me, I smiled at him and then looked at David before saying, “I think Spence and I want to catch the ghost.”