5. Felix

5

Felix

I walked into Garret's club for the third night in a row. I couldn't explain why I felt so compelled to go back after the submissive role I'd agreed to the night before. I felt this electric energy between myself and Garret, a sizzling chemistry that intoxicated my senses and left me craving more.

Even though I wasn't entirely sold on the idea of being his submissive, I was curious enough to come back for more. I could explore my submissive side as long as it meant I had the chance to privately play with Garret and his enormous cock.

No matter how hard I tried to convince myself to stay home that evening, I found myself getting ready, stepping out the door, and before I knew it, I was inside the club again. It was as if my brain and my body each had contradicting opinions, but pleasure won out in the end.

Temptation had always been a struggle for me. I almost always caved to the risks, no matter what the situation presented.

Was it so wrong to want to give in to pleasure? I found myself becoming aroused just thinking about pleasing Garret and bringing him to new heights of erotic euphoria. I wanted to seek his approval, which left me feeling indecisive.

Craving another's approval was a token trademark of a sub, and I still wasn't entirely convinced that was what I wanted for myself, but for now, I was willing to explore my options.

I was supposed to be the one in control, not here to please someone else. When I'd initially wanted to join the club, I'd envisioned myself in fantasy situations with men where I was the dominating party, commanding them to do what pleased me. But here I was, finding myself in a completely opposite situation with Garret, yet I didn't utterly detest the idea either. This in itself was enough to scare me but challenge me as well. And my Dom side didn't want to back out so easily.

I wandered around the club for several minutes. I checked out the bar scene. There were more patrons here tonight than the night prior. The dance floor was peppered with half-naked men, dancing and grinding against each other in a sweaty, sex driven environment that excited me.

My eyes panned and inspected every corner of the place, but I didn't see Garret anywhere. I wasn't interested in sticking around if I was unable to find him, so I started drifting back toward the entrance of the club in order to exit and go back home.

"Felix?" I heard a familiar male voice calling out behind me.

I quickly spun around and smiled. "Garret."

Garret frowned, looking at the doors as he put two and two together. "Were you… leaving?"

I shifted my weight uncomfortably. "Well, I, uh…"

Garret's demeanor softened and his eyes sparkled with warmth. He cupped a strong hand over my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Let's go somewhere and talk privately," he suggested.

"Just… talk?" I asked, already feeling cynical and hopeful at the same time.

I didn't know if I was up for the role of sub tonight, but the night was early, and the atmosphere was supercharged with sexual tension hovering around us.

"You can tell me anything. I look at you, and I feel like you need to vent." His smile was sincere enough for me to take the bait.

"Well, I guess I could get some stuff off my chest—"

"Good." Garret gave me a bright and beaming smile and led me to another private room.

This one had a bed and a couch.

"Let's sit on the couch," I suggested and pointed to it as Garret closed and locked the door behind us.

Garret yet again seemed unfazed by my direction. "Whatever makes you feel more comfortable."

I plopped down on the couch with a resigned sigh and chuckled at the irony of how my life was currently unfolding.

"Go on," Garret coaxed gently. "Just release that built-up tension. You need to unwind."

He lightly grazed his fingertips across my back, but through my shirt, not under it. The motion of his hands stroking my back and the way he tenderly touched me still felt incredible.

I lifted my gaze and made eye contact with Garret.

"In an effort to fully disclose openly and honestly with you, I feel like the Dom side of me needs a little upkeep. I have left it unattended for so long, that I feel like it's reached a suppressive point of no return."

Garret simply gave me an encouraging smile but didn't say anything, as if he wanted me to elaborate more.

"I'm still working out some kinks regarding some issues I had with an… ex…" I trailed off and laughed. "Don't worry, he's completely out of the picture now." I rolled my eyes. "Of course, who doesn't still struggle with internal battles stemming from bad relationships that have gone sour? I probably sound like such a cliché right now—"

"It's all right," Garret said with an encouraging smile. "Go on."

"Well, I'll spare you the boring details," I recounted vaguely, "but for the most part, my ex never really responded well to my Dom role. We clashed a lot more than you would expect. He told me that I was too uptight and controlling, but I know why I'm like that." I paused and glanced at my lap.

"Why is that?" Garret lightly pressed.

"I moved around a lot as a kid," I said, still staring at my lap. "My mother never gave me much stability or structure. Maybe that's why I feel like I have to overdo it now that I'm an adult."

There was a moment of silence between us before Garret smiled. "I appreciate your honesty. Your background does help enlighten me."

"Thanks?" My response sounded more like a contemplation than an assertion. "You probably think I'm just some broken guy who isn't worth fixing."

The last thing I wanted to do was show weakness and seem sorry for myself, but the flood gates of honesty were pouring open in the presence of Garret.

I felt comfortable gushing to him. I felt like he wasn't the type that was going to judge me, and it gave me a sense of refuge and security. I was already starting to think like a sub. Sometimes I felt like I couldn't play the game to win.

"I don't think that at all," Garret said sincerely.

"Well, at any rate, I appreciate your willingness to hear my complaints." I gave him a meager smile.

Garret stood up. "I'm always willing to be a listening ear and a loyal friend."

I glanced up at him. I was still sitting on the edge of the couch. Did I want to be more than friends with Garret? Perhaps even more than friends with benefits?

"Undo my pants and remove them," Garret said as he stared down at me.

I started getting hard at Garret's command. I tried to remind myself to do what was pleasing to him so that he would be satisfied and invite me back on a routine basis. I was desperate to see and play with his throbbing cock again.

Garret took my hand and guided it to his shaft. "Stroke it," he urged, but not with an antagonistic demeanor that might have intimidated me.

I responded the best way I could, even though I knew he was probably left wanting more from me. I drew my hand up and snaked my fingers around the sensitive, pounding flesh of his rock-hard cock.

"Pump up and down," he instructed. "You know what to do."

I thought I heard a slight twinge of frustration in his voice, which frustrated me because I had just unloaded my fears and doubts about myself and here he was, making commands left and right.

I tried not to behave in a begrudging manner and vigorously pumped my fist up and down on his throbbing cock.

"That's too fast," he scolded gently after a few minutes of intense groaning. I must have unintentionally picked up the pace.

"Really?" I asked, peering up at him curiously.

"I didn't tell you that you were allowed to speak," he reprimanded.

I must have looked like a wounded bunny because he instantly softened. "I'm just trying to guide you and improve you to be who you are supposed to be," he said.

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, but I decided to roll with it. If he wanted to guide me, I would have to comply if I wanted to stay here, feasting on his naked body in this private room.

I should have considered myself lucky to be locked away with the owner of the club. He was handsome, witty, charming, and financially stable. He was also exceptionally endowed. His girth was mesmerizing. If anything, I should have been thanking him for allowing me to play with his cock.

There I went again, thinking like a sub…

Yet, I still wasn't entirely sold on the idea. I tried to put my mouth on his cock to show some initiative, but Garret responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging it.

I cried out, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You are a naughty boy," he said and clicked his tongue. "I didn't tell you to put your mouth on my cock, either."

"I wanted to taste it," I said looking up at him.

"You'll do what I tell you to do." There was a twinkle in Garret's eyes, and his lips curled into a devious smile.

"I—"

"Don't argue," Garret stated. "Just say yes, sir."

I hesitated, but I continued to stroke his hard cock.

He craned his neck to the side and gave me a skeptical glance. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes… sir," I finally managed to croak.

"Naughty boys who get ahead of themselves need to be punished," he declared in a reprimanding tone.

I had no idea what that meant for me, but I had to go with the flow, and I constantly had to remind myself of that.

"Do what I say," he crooned into my ear. "I will get my way. Do you hear me?"

I nodded, feeling intense heat rush to my cheeks. "Yes, sir."

Garret gave me a pleased smile. "Very good. See? You're learning already."

"Now, take off your pants," he demanded.

"Me?" I gave him a look of surprise.

Were we taking it this far already? I was under the impression that he was trying to teach an old dog new tricks.

Garret gestured around the room. "Who else?"

"Right." I swallowed hard, nodded, and began to fumble with my belt with shaking hands.

"Here," he coaxed in a gentle whisper. "Let me help you."

I locked eyes with him, and a surge of passion penetrated the depth of my soul. His expression was charming.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered.

His voice was so seductive and sexy that I knew it would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life and in the most erotically pleasurable way possible.

When I pulled my pants down, I felt flushed as Garret looked at me. His wandering eyes widened, and his lips curled into an impressed grin.

"Very nice," he said and nodded in response to my endowment.

"Thanks," I said.

"Now get on your knees and stroke me."

"You don't want me to suck—"

He wagged a finger at me and gave me a playful smirk. "Remember what we just talked about?"

"Right." I nodded and set to work, roping my hands around his cock as he moaned with satisfaction.

As I diligently did as I was told, I still felt like I could bring more to the table, that I could bring Garret more pleasure than I was offering. I needed to open both my mind and my heart and feel comfortable with myself before any of that could happen.

I brought Garret to the edge. As I did, he jerked my hand away and gasped.

"What's wrong?" My heart stopped and my face collapsed. "Can you not come?"

Garret was panting hard and grinning. "No, sexy boy, you can make me come. In fact, I was so close that I had to make you stop."

"Why?" I frowned. "I didn't do a good enough job to finish you—"

"Shh…" Garret soothed.

He placed a finger to my lips and gently pushed. "Don't beat yourself up. You're doing great."

"Really?" I felt like my entire life hung in the balance and I preyed on every word that dripped from Garret's mouth. "I don't want to let you down. I'm really trying here—"

Garret interrupted me by pressing his lips softly to mine. He parted my lips and tenderly pushed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me and running his hands through my hair.

I groaned and melted into his arms, positively responding to his wishes.

"You are very talented," Garret praised.

He grazed his hands through my hair and moaned softly in my ear, driving me wild. My senses were ignited with erotica and pleasure.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Garret plucked a condom from a drawer beside the couch.

"Sheath it for me," he said.

He raised his arms over his head, exposing his incredibly sexy body with his very erect cock pointing directly at me.

I did as I was told, unrolling the condom over his cock, covering it entirely. Garret grabbed me by the waist and gently hoisted me over the couch, positioning me so that I was dangling over the back of it, but not in a twisting or compromised position.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed with anticipation.

"Do you want lube?" he asked.

I paused.

"I don't want to hurt you," Garret informed.

I didn't know why I felt shame in admitting it, but I nodded. "Yes, I want lube, please."

Garret took a bottle of lube from the same drawer as the condom.

"Rub it on my cock for me," he instructed. He squirted a dollop into my open hand.

I gently stroked the lube on his cock. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as he succumbed to the pleasure.

"You are a rock star," he practically purred. "That feels so good."

I fed off his energy, and my heart pounded with joyful adrenaline at his praise.

He lubed up two of his fingers. "I just want to get that tight little hole of yours ready," he explained. "Let's allow some time to get you nice and relaxed to receive me."

I nodded, grateful that he gave me that option at all. I was used to being the top. As if reading my mind, he asked me something.

"Is this your first time as a bottom?"

I shook my head, apprehensive to admit it, but it was the truth. "No."

"Good." He seemed satisfied with my answer.

He pushed his two lubed fingers inside me. I gasped. It felt amazing. He wiggled his index and middle fingers around inside of me. I grunted and came instantly, gripping the side of the couch for support as I groaned through gritted teeth. The pleasure ravaged me when I was least expecting it.

"Very good boy," Garret said. "Now you are nice and loosely relaxed. No pun intended." He chuckled at his own wit.

"I—shouldn't I clean up? I'm sorry I got all of my—" I pointed to the massive load of come I had sprayed onto the back of his couch.

"No need to worry about that," Garret assured. "You will be doing it again, as soon as I push my hard cock inside you and have my way with you."

I waited, gripping the sides of the couch. Garret slowly entered me from behind. I gasped as ecstasy flooded me. Garret was right. It didn't take me long to come again. My vision blurred. I couldn't see straight through the ecstasy. He touched me in all the right places, in all the right ways. I tensed every muscle in my body and then convulsed violently as my second orgasm ravaged me inside and out.

Garret thrust in and out of my tight hole, grinding his hips against mine and slamming his balls into the back of my ass. It was the most erotic moment of my life, and I couldn't believe I was experiencing this level of pleasure as a bottom.

When Garret came soon after I did for the second time, he gripped my hips and dug his nails into my back. He groaned as if he was immersed in an unbelievable paradise. I felt his warm come unloading, filling the condom to the brim inside me.

He kissed the back of my neck and nibbled on my ear lobes after he finished. He was still inside me. It was incredibly sexy that we remained linked together like that. When he finally did pull out, I found myself disappointed that it was over. It was the best experience as a sub I'd ever had.