Secrets Of A Power Bottom - Ch. 3 (FSALA Side Story, Patreon Exclusive) (Patreon)

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Chapter Three – The Arrogance Of Youth

The one good thing about being twenty-one was that his parents let him off his leash a lot more. Maybe it was because they thought they had imprinted in his mind all the rules they wanted, and now he was free to move in the world. Not very far, and he still needed to come home each night, but he would test their boundaries soon enough. He had asked to be allowed to go to a party that would stretch by morning on Saturday night, and he had been granted his wish.

They had asked him where the party was, and Christian had invented one in the minutest details. Conveniently, the people throwing the party were from good families, but not local, so his parents wouldn’t harass them with phone calls.

Plus, he was a very trustworthy son.

Now, what he had in mind wasn’t exactly as well planned as his imaginary party. Quite painstakingly, he had managed to discover one of the clubs Brown frequented. No, he wasn’t just frequenting that place; he was on the menu in the sense that he liked to put on a show.

All right, so it hadn’t been that hard. Christian had started his research on BDSM clubs that allowed people from the street to walk inside and had been pleased to discover that Brown was listed as a guest performer. Unlike other people who liked to keep that part of their lives hidden, this guy was flaunting it.

Christian had no idea how that worked. But Brown was loaded, as rich as few were in the entire city, and maybe that meant that he could do anything he wanted. That was what people said.

Was that the path to follow so that he could, too, do what he wanted? Christian was sure his family was well-off, but so far, their situation had been more like a leash for him. Because he was the heir, he was supposed to be kept under a glass dome and nurtured like a flower.

So, in his case, money didn’t help with anything. Curious about Brown, he had run some research. He knew that Brown was the CEO of his parents’ company, basically left to take care of things while they were touring the world or something like that. Briefly, Christian had wondered how long people needed to visit the planet far and wide to get bored with it, but it looked like they had done that for a long time. Brown had started to work at the company right after high school, and some people even said that he had been involved before that.

His parents’ company dealt in financial investments, and it appeared to do well, regardless of the economic environment. While others crashed and burn, after reaching incredible heights, this one went on at a steady pace, like an unstoppable force. Christian suspected Brown to be a sort of genius in that respect, something that, again, people talked about with unhidden envy.

Rhett Brown wasn’t liked. His proclivities were too well known, which was the problem with associating with him in broad daylight. Then Christian would just have to carry out his plans under the shelter of darkness.

He stuffed a hat on his head and looked in the mirror. It was big and weird looking. However, it could hold all of his hair, which he had allowed to grow longer ever since the summer break had started. The sunglasses came next.

One look in the mirror, and he was satisfied. He hadn’t opted for a too elaborate disguise because he needed something he could put on once outside the house. He would just sit somewhere in the back and observe Brown during one of his sessions.

The good part about his parents’ willingness to allow him more freedom was that he now had more liberal leeway to use his cards. That had bought him a ticket to that club, and it had been pretty expensive. Good thing they didn’t run background checks and things like that.

He looked like a traveling merchant from the nineteenth century, but now wasn’t the time to focus on details. After all, he was going there for research purposes. First, he needed to know what exactly Brown did when he was with his subs. Second, he had to discover what his type was. Ed’s words had stung pretty deep. Christian hadn’t cared too much about how he looked all his life. He enjoyed swimming in summer and skiing in winter. That had made him develop a slim body, and that, apparently, wasn’t what Brown liked.

It wasn’t like he could grow muscles overnight, and he didn’t want to go to such lengths, at least not momentarily. His lanky body would have to do, and he also had to check if his innocent act had done more harm than good to his plans.

Ed was wrong. Brown must have seen something in him to grab him and kiss him like that. So, Christian just had to forget about worrying whether his body was good enough or not. After all, it was his wits that would help him win over Brown, and he had great trust in them.

***

Rhett enjoyed having a full house. The club owner was an acquaintance who liked it best when he could keep all the profits. Money didn’t interest him since he had enough. But having an audience gasp and murmur with his every move was something he very much enjoyed.

He wasn’t particular about where he picked his subs, either. Of course, the ones coming from wealthy families could be on display only at elitist events, such as The Awakening. Since his subs didn’t last long, he needed to replenish the stock with new blood. Therefore, he wasn’t discriminatory regarding the social background of his lovers.

The young man he would abuse tonight had a perfect body, just as he enjoyed the most. The club owner had asked him if Rhett found him to his liking. Yes, he did. But one thing he didn’t do at such events that were open to anyone with enough money to get a ticket was to flaunt his cock and fuck the toy he played with.

Also, that was convenient. He was still on self-imposed celibacy, ever since he had had the uninspired idea to kiss Eddy’s cousin. While two weeks was enough time to make him worry, at least a bit, he had trust that his sudden infatuation with a boy he knew almost nothing about would fade on its own.

Now, he knew a lot more about Christian Marshall, though. While he had been amused to learn about the boy’s horrendous driving skills, at the time, he had just thought that someone like him could be chauffeured everywhere all his life, so it wasn’t a tragedy if he never learned how to do that right.

His IQ wasn’t just hearsay, either, and Christian was, indeed, brilliant. That, of course, made his innocence all the more striking. His family kept him on a tight leash, forcing on him from an early age, foreign language lessons, private tutors, and whatnot.

He was an accomplished young man, academically speaking, and groomed to become a successful lawyer. Still, his private life appeared to be either unknown to those who gossiped day in and day out about the lives of the rich and famous or very scarce.

By how inexperienced he had seemed, the latter was the option Rhett bet on. Christian had let him know he also preferred men, like his cousin, as if that was no big deal, and that had surprised him.

Definitely, there had been no girlfriends. The rumor mill had no information of the kind. However, there was no talk of boyfriends, either. Could it be that the young man didn’t like sex or relationships at all? It wasn’t unheard of.

Maybe he needed to meet someone who could awaken that part of him. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be Rhett. What was he to do with a kid like that? At least, he hadn’t lied to Eddy when they had talked about his lack of interest in a boy who knew nothing about sex.

Plus, even to him, it felt like too low a blow to use Eddy’s cousin to get even. The initial idea had been focused on defiling an innocent, but Rhett hadn’t expected his own reaction at being met by such a lack of experience.

As cynical as he was in all his dealings, he preferred to be able to sleep at night. That was bound to create unnecessary problems, as he would get too involved. There were just so many reasons why he needed to stay away from Christian.

The audience was in awe of his performance. In all truth, he wasn’t enjoying it as much as usual. But he needed to keep up with his regular lifestyle if he wanted to get that particular boy out of his head.

After all, it had been nothing but a kiss. Rhett pulled the sub by the hair, making his head tilt back. He could kiss anyone if he wanted; to make a point, he crushed his mouth against the other’s and enjoyed the moan that reverberated through the taut body as he did that.

He let go fast. It was nothing like that kiss, and it felt as if he was tainting that memory somehow by attempting to replace it.

All his hesitations and internal struggles remained unknown to all these people who were there to enjoy what happened on stage. Rhett looked over his audience, who appeared thrilled by what seemed like a short moment of kindness in a show that had tested the sub’s limits.

Someone in front drew his attention instantly. Who wore sunglasses indoors? Maybe someone who needed to hide his identity, but still, that disguise was ludicrous. Also, that horrible hat belonged in a museum.

He tried to return to his task at hand, but his eyes kept going back to the strange apparition in the front row of tables. The guest was alone, and he seemed fidgety like he couldn’t find his place. A few times, he tried to cross his legs, only to almost lose his balance. Brown had to bite back a laugh.

Then the stranger picked up the menu in front of him, apparently absorbed by what drinks were offered. Who did that while he was on stage, spanking that amazing looking sub to the point that his voice was hoarse from shouting?

He continued but sneaked looks at the weird guest now and then. The menu was back on the table, but the stranger still wasn’t looking at what Rhett was doing. Was that a cop leading some undercover operation? No, cops wouldn’t stand out like that.

A smile stretched his face. The stranger pushed back his hat, and a few strands of golden hair escaped from underneath. Rhett couldn’t believe his eyes. Was that who he thought it was? He would have to check.

He wrapped up his number and helped the sub from his subservient position. The young man hugged him, and Rhett offered him a short kiss on the forehead.

“Are you free after this?” the young man asked.

“No, I don’t think I am.”

“May I have your number, then?”

“I’m afraid not. This was it,” Rhett replied.

He hurried backstage before allowing the guy to express his disappointment. He caught the club owner. “I want a word with the bouncers in front. There’s someone I need them to check.”

***

Christian couldn’t believe his eyes. Or ears. Was that really how that kind of show went? So, it was different from whatever he had learned from porn videos and whatnot. Somehow, he had ended up in front since tickets came with places at tables, and that had been unexpected. Also, his disguise had been absurd, in the end. Brown had kept staring at him, probably drawn by that oversized hat.

Could it be that he had suspected something? No, it couldn’t be. Christian had carefully layered so that he would appear more corpulent than he was. That had caused him to feel extremely hot and uncomfortable.

He had watched about one-tenth of the show. The moment Brown had grabbed that poor guy’s dick and done things to it, astonishing things, Christian had decided that it was better not to watch. Maybe only if Brown had started fucking his sub, he would have had, but it looked like that wasn’t on the menu.

He had enough information for his research purposes. All that remained was to find something to do until morning, and he wondered if he could just hit the clubs on his own. After all, he was supposed to be at a party.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we need to check your ID.”

It took Christian a couple of moments to realize that the bouncer was talking to him. They had checked his ID when he had entered, but why did they have to do the same when he left? He rummaged through his pocket and produced the ID; politely, he handed it to the bouncer. The man took it, stared at it for a moment, and then back at Christian. Since he only wanted to be in disguise inside, he had taken off his sunglasses and gotten rid of the hat, stashing it into the small backpack he wore over his shoulder. Still, he was so layered up that he was sweating through all his pores.

The bouncer turned and began whispering. Christian grimaced. Could it be that his parents had him followed? But that didn’t seem like their style. Was Ed so worried about him that he had put people to look after him? Ah, damn, he would get a scolding again.

As he verbalized various arguments in his head, he squared his shoulders. He was twenty-one, and he didn’t need to be kept on such a short leash. Damn it. If he wanted to watch a BDSM show, he could.

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, startling him. Had they really sent someone to take him back home? He turned, decided to give whoever that was a piece of his mind.

His throat turned instantly dry when his eyes landed on the man in front of him. Brown stared him down. Without moving his eyes away, he said, “Please return the ID to the young gentleman.”

Christian took it and put it back in his pocket with automatic moves. Nothing crossed his mind. It was completely blank and frightening.

“Walk with me,” Brown said abruptly and hooked one arm over his shoulders.

Christian had no choice but obeyed that direct order. How come he hadn’t thought of what would happen if he were discovered? This was bad. He needed a lie, a plausible lie that would get him off the hook. Brown’s proximity turned his thoughts into a tangled mess. He could smell his cologne, something expensive and masculine, and that didn’t help, either.

“Would you care to tell me what are you doing here?” Brown asked as he continued to walk.

Christian stole a quick look at him but turned his head fast when his companion did the same. “I just happened to be in the neighborhood.”

“Really? Attendees need to book their tickets in advance, as far as I know.”

“Are you talking about the club? I wasn’t inside.”

“Hmm.”

Was that all he had to say? Christian began to sweat even more than before. He huffed, annoyed with his own horrible disguise. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we can talk in private. Your cousin warned me not to touch you. The way I see it, you want to be touched, so that’s quite the dilemma, isn’t it?”

He could say ‘no’. He could shake off the man’s touch. But he was curious, and regardless of what people said about curiosity and cats, Christian doubted felines could have gotten as far as they had in conquering the attention of the human race without being exactly that. Curious.

“Are we going to walk to whatever that place is?” he asked, trying to ignore the small tremble in his voice. He was horribly hot, so why was he on the verge of shaking?

“No. I just parked a bit far from the club. I like stretching my legs a little.”

Christian let out a small nervous laugh. “Are you sure you want to waste your Saturday night when you obviously have more exciting things to do?”

“Like what things?” Brown asked airily.

“I don’t know, spanking guys, and pushing things through their pee holes --”

“I thought you weren’t inside.”

Great. His entire intelligence was reduced to one neuron. “I wasn’t,” he said defensively. “But that’s what BDSM is all about, right?”

“I don’t think you know the first thing about any of that. But I will indulge the arrogance of your youth for a bit. We’re here. Get in the car.”

Christian climbed in the car without saying a word. He was a bit scared. But much more than that, he was excited. What would Brown do to him now?

***

Whatever conflict had tortured him for the last two weeks, it was completely gone from his mind. Rhett had wanted to make fun of Christian, of his curiosity, and yet, the moment he had seen the young man, all the crafted words disappeared from his memory. Instead, an intense desire coursed through his entire body, something that had eluded him for many days now.

To hell with everyone and what they wanted of him. The boy was too willing to play with fire. It didn’t hurt to have a taste, just once. Maybe Christian would get scared again. But Rhett had other plans now, and they included how to alleviate those fears.

For years, he had played rough with men who wanted it rough. Although he hadn’t envisioned a change of pace at this point in life, this night would be different.

This night, he would be gentle and coax maddening pleasure out of his companion. Playing with pain and conflicting emotions could be exhausting at times. Like a man on a strict diet, he was ready for his cheat day. Still, there was something inside him urging him to at least attempt to do the right thing.

“Christian,” he said in warning, as they stood inside the car without moving just yet, “this is your chance. Walk away.”

Insolent blue eyes stared at him. “Why? Do you plan to do something bad to me?”

“Maybe I do. Shouldn’t you be scared? Run along.”

“Scared? I don’t think so. Just drive.”

Rhett turned his head so that Christian couldn’t see his smile. Maybe he would take things a bit further tonight. Perhaps a bit of punishment was in order. He threw one last look at the other. Damp strands of hair glued to a tall forehead. The boy’s face was perfection incarnate; maybe it was a bit angular, but he was young, and he would grow into it. “There’s no need to be scared,” he added in a quiet voice. “You’ll love it.”

There was no reply this time. And one wasn’t needed. As usual, he would be in control, and still, why wasn’t the thought filling him with the usual excitement? Something new was taking its place.

***

So they were back to Brown’s penthouse, the place where he had failed the first time. It was good to return to the same battleground since he wanted a do-over. If only he weren’t so hot and uncomfortable.

He sat gingerly on the sofa. He should think of something witty to say, something that would make Brown pounce him again because now he was ready to be kissed like that. How many times hadn’t he replayed the episode in his head these last weeks? He wouldn’t be scared. He wanted it.

“Take off your jacket.”

Christian struggled with it. Underneath, he had one tank top, two shirts, and a light sweater. He made a small surprised sound when Brown sat next to him on the sofa.

“It looks to me like you’re uncomfortable. Let me help.”

He made not one sound as Brown pulled the sweater over his head. Now, he was really like a child, but he had no idea how to act. Nothing had prepared him for that.

“A bit overdressed for a summer night, aren’t you?”

Christian just nodded. Brown turned him gently.

“And where has your bravado from earlier gone, hmm?”

No acceptable answer could be offered. Steady fingers began unbuttoning his first shirt, only to stop after the first two.

“Were you preparing for a game of strip poker?” Brown sounded amused. Of course he did.

Christian felt really stupid, all of a sudden. “I’ll do it.” He was fast to remove both shirts, and then he got rid of the tank top, too. At the end of it all, he was only in his jeans and topless.

And very, very, sweaty. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m sweaty. I should go wash or something.”

“No.” Brown took him by the shoulders and pressed him down. “I’m starting to think that I enjoy your smell.”

Christian closed his eyes as Brown’s lips descended on the side of his neck and began peppering small kisses everywhere. A moan left his lips when a deft tongue began to lick an invisible path down to his collarbone.

“So far, you’re delicious,” Brown said, making his worries disappear with simple, compelling words.

He shuddered as Brown attacked his right nipple, taking it between his lips and sucking it, eliciting a tingling sensation in that small nub of flesh that Christian had no other thing to compare it to.

What will happen? An alarming thought formed in his mind, tainting his pleasure. He was supposed to play this man and be in charge. All he did was to let Brown have his way with him. He sobered up and placed his hands on the other’s head. “Please, stop.”

Dark eyes looked at him, a question apparent in them—a justified one.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“Sure you can,” was the aggressive reply. “You came tonight looking for me, didn’t you, Christian?”

He said nothing and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he was young and vulnerable. Everything went wrong. It was nothing like his well-laid plans.

“You put on a ludicrous disguise and came to a club where I was giving a performane, the type only adults should attend.” Brown’s voice was cutting, accusatory.

“I am an adult,” he protested but didn’t open his eyes. He stood there, stiff like wood, his arms crossed over his chest in a vain attempt to hide.

“You don’t behave like one.”

The same thing being said to him over and over. It wasn’t fair. How was he supposed to grow up if no one let him? Christian opened his eyes and stared at Brown defiantly. “It’s easy for you to say. All you have to do is snap your fingers and have muscular guys prance like ponies in your dungeon.”

Brown blinked a few times. He was still close, hovering over him, and Christian hesitated for a moment. But no, he had come this far, and with his righteous indignation over being treated like a kid, an idea came to him.

A brilliant idea.

“I bet you wouldn’t be so full of yourself if you were in my place.”

Brown scanned his face with focused eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Yeah. What if you were the helpless one, and I were ... the attacker?”

“The attacker? Just what the hell do you think I’m doing to you?”

Christian was too worked up at this point. A picture formed in his mind, and he didn’t plan on letting go of it. “If you were tied up and I could do what I wanted to you, I bet you wouldn’t think of me as a kid anymore.”

“Tied up?” A grin lit up Brown’s face. “Maybe we should do that,” he added with a mysterious wink.

He pulled Christian to his feet. “Let’s try it your way.” The words were whispered in his hair, making him shiver.

***

Rhett had to give it to the boy. He was skittish as a colt, but his head was screwed on right. Despite how overwhelming the situation must have been for him, his mind gears were turning.

Hadn’t he wished for something exciting to happen? After all, Christian was right. It was easy for him to take the lead; it came naturally to him like a second skin.

But relinquishing control? That was new. He couldn’t wait to see what would happen once he passed the reins over to his young and lovely companion.

TBC

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