Taking the Knot by Sean Michael

 

 

Chapter One

“What the fuck is that?” I blink at Don, shocked out of my mind. It isn’t that he’s shaved clean. God knows we’ve all done that. It’s the fact that he’s got a wire cage around his fat cock, a little jewel sticking out from the slit.

Seriously, this is a fucking locker room.

“You never seen a cock cage before?” Don asks, looking at me like I’m the crazy one. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to brazen through it. At over six feet with a fuckton of muscles, I imagine that look usually works. Unfortunately for Don, I can match him pound for pound.

“What the fuck are you wearing it for? Here?” And why is it so fucking impossible to ignore? Don’t look. Just don’t. Eye contact, right? Don’t look at Don’s prick.

On my way up to meet Don’s eyes, I notice the tatt—no, it’s not a tattoo. It’s a brand. On Don’s chest, over his heart. It looks like a fucking demon head—horns and everything. When I finally make it to Don’s eyes, his gaze is on me, boring right into me.

“I am wearing it here because my master demanded it.”

“I—” Whoa. Just whoa. “Okay.”

“You want to see the plug I’m wearing, so I’m ready for his will?”

“What?” I can’t fucking breathe.

“You seem pretty curious about it, so I’m wondering if you want to see the plug too? Get an eyeful of the whole deal.”

“I’m not. Christ.” I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. This is my fucking best friend.

“Sorry, Matt. I didn’t mean to get a tone with you—but you were sounding rather judgmental there.” Don finishes drying off and pulls on a pair of underwear.

“Just shocked. Sorry.” Christ. Christ. I need to get out of here. I head for my locker, drag on my jeans.

“Oh, come on, Matt. We’re friends. If you’ve got questions, I’m happy to answer them. Seriously.”

“Whatever turns you on, man. I mean, it’s none of mine.”

Don chuckles. “You should have seen your face. Shocked doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He pulls on a pair of jeans and adds a T-shirt that’s tight, showing off his muscles.

“Yeah, sorry.” What am I supposed to do? Not freak?

“Come on. Let’s go get that coffee you owe me.” He smacks me on the butt as he walks by, just like he’s done a hundred thousand times before when we leave the locker room.

“Yeah, yeah.” I tug on my shirt and grab my wallet. Seriously? I’m supposed to sit there and…what? Be like nothing happened?

I follow him out and I can’t stop watching his ass, knowing he’s wearing a fucking plug. I try to forget it, but I just can’t.

Fuck, I need to get laid.

Don looks back at me and grins. “You do, do you?”

Oh fuck, I said that out loud?

“Huh?” Go for stupid. Go for stupid.

Don laughs and claps me on the back. “I bet we could find someone to take care of that for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. You got sex on the brain.”

“You going to pretend you didn’t say you needed to get laid?” Don shakes his head.

“I didn’t!” Of course, I didn’t. “And anyway, you know me and Bry are done.”

“I know. That’s why I’m thinking you need to be set up with someone else. Someone who can give you what you need and tear your ass up.” Don holds open the gym door for me.

“Yeah.” Fuck, like anyone has been able to do that…ever. I’m too aggressive, too big, too much. I’d thought Don was just like me too. If I ever thought about it. Which I haven’t. Because Don is my friend.

“It can happen, Matty. I swear. There’s a place…”

“Shh. Coffee. We’re not talking about sex.”

“Why not?” Don asks. “We’re both adults.”

“Because it’s weird? Because you have a thing in your cock? Around your cock?”

“You curious about how it feels? Because it’s hot. It’s even hotter that my master wants me to wear it.” Don doesn’t seem at all embarrassed.

“Stop saying that.”

“Stop saying what?”

“You know what!” We aren’t the type of guys that say things like master.

“I’m not ashamed. I’m fulfilled. Happy.”

We go into the coffee shop and get in line, and I’m grateful he leaves it at that because now we can be overheard.

I order a latte and a piece of lemon pound cake and then wave to Don. “Whatever he wants.”

“Just a black coffee, please. I have a date in an hour.” He looks extremely pleased about this fact.

“Busy, busy.” I pay, hand Don his drink.

“I have time to sit for a few minutes though.” Don nods toward a table in the corner.

“You want half my cake? I’ll share.”

“Yes. Please.” Don offers me a grin and sits across from me, lounging in the booth, dominating it, really. He’s such a big guy.

That’s one of the reasons we’re friends. He gets it. He gets me. It’s not tough being a big guy. I mean, I’m not whining. But people make assumptions, and it’s nice to be with someone who doesn’t.

I break the piece of cake in half and hand it over. “You have a good workout?”

He snags a corner of his half and pops it in his mouth. “Decent, yeah. You?”

“Not bad. It was leg day.”

“I like leg days. I’m less fond of cardio days.” He makes a goofy face that clearly means ew.

“No shit. Can’t we just pump iron?” That would be easier. “What’s your meeting?”

He grins at me. “I said date, honey. And it’s with the guy who has the key.”

“Oh.” Fuck. “Sorry. I assumed it was work.”

“No, I have a long weekend.” Don shifts and smiles, then shifts a little more.

I’m going to pinch him. Hard.

“Good deal. I do too. Yay bank holidays.”

“So come back to the club with me.”

“What?” What club?

“I won’t pussyfoot around. It’s a sex club. They’ve got what you need though, I promise you that.”

My cock jerks, filling, surprising me. “A sex club? Where the hell did you find something like that, man?”

“I got lucky and stumbled across it. You got lucky in that you know me.”

“You stumbled on a sex club.” I’ve been in this city my whole life, and I’ve never stumbled into a jewel in my cock.

“Yep.” He’s obviously not going to tell me the story.

I have to admit. I’m curious. Intrigued. Horny.

“Fucker. Tell me what’s up.”

“What’s up is that this place is a no-holds-barred sex club. They will chew you up, spit you out, and have you thanking them for it.”

“I wish.” Did I say that out loud? Seriously?

“I can grant that wish. Like I said, come with me and I’ll get you in.”

“And what? Some guy’s gonna…” What? Fuck me silly? Like I can relax enough for that.

“And you’ll get what you need. I can’t say what that is—I can only speak for myself.”

“So, do you have to pay for it?” Damn, my coffee tastes good.

“No, that’s not how it works. All you have to do is show up and trust the right one is going to find you and you’re going to get exactly what you need. Whether you know what that is or not.”

“Dude, life doesn’t work that way. Someone always has to pay.”

“Money is not a coin that carries any weight at this club.”

I don’t understand. I just don’t. “How long have you been…going?”

“Almost a year now.”

I can see the happiness on his face. The fulfillment.

“A year?” How have I not known? “And you kept all…this”—I motion to his crotch—“hidden?”

“This is the first time I’ve worn it in a place where someone might see it. So, it hasn’t been hidden so much as it’s never come up.” He closes his eyes and groans. “Pun not intended, but it was a good one.”

“You’ve lost your mind, man.” I don’t really mean it, but I have to tease. The dude has a jewel in his cock. “How does it stay in?”

“The butt plug? It’s huge. I have to be ready for him.”

“What? I don’t. No! I meant the…the jewel deal.”

Don chuckles a little, but it doesn’t sound mocking, more knowing. “It’s a plug too. A slender piece of metal that goes into my slit. The jewel on top is to keep it from falling in deeper. And it looks sexy.”

“Fuck, man. In your prick?” No way. Never. Hell, I can’t even…

So, that’s a lie. I can imagine. In fact, I’m imagining it right now, damn it.

“Yeah, in my prick. You’d be surprised by how incredible it feels. It’s even better because I know it’s my master’s will.” He touches his fingers to his chest, just over his heart where I know the brand is. “He wanted me to show it off—the penis plug, the ass plug, my cock cage. He wants me to prove I’m not ashamed.” Don’s eyes twinkle, dance. “He told me to find someone like-minded to come with me. He has friends.”

I stare at him like he’s lost his damn mind. Because maybe he has. Or maybe I have because my fucking balls are aching.

“You can come and try it out. I’ll be there. It’ll be like nothing you can imagine.”

“I’m not a bottom though…”

“That’s what I thought.” Don leans in. “You’re curious, though, aren’t you? About what would happen if you gave into someone who could tear your ass up but good? You want to know what it’s like with someone who’s not afraid to really take you.” His voice drops farther. “Someone who can make you stretch, turn you inside out. Someone who can touch you in places you can’t imagine being touched.”

I moan. I can’t help myself. It just hiccups out of me.

He sits back, looking fucking smug.

“I ought to go, man. You have plans.” And I feel totally confused and fucked up.

“Come with me, Matt. You don’t have to do anything, just take the place in, meet some of my master’s friends.” Don smiles at me, winks. “I’ll protect you. Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not scared!”

“Then there’s no reason for you not to come with me. We’ll finish up here and go. I’ll have plenty of time to show you around.” He grins again. “Show you off. You’re a stud and everyone’s going to be interested.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I don’t know if I want to stand around and be the beefcake just to go home alone.

Don looks me in the eyes. “I dare you to come with me.”

“I’m not nine, butthead.” Fucker. I’ve never turned down a dare, never ever, and the piece of shit knows it.

“I wouldn’t be inviting you if you were nine,” he counters before chuckling. “You’ll come. It’ll be great.”

“Just once for a few minutes.” Because I’m curious. Impossibly, insanely, fucking hugely curious.

“I’ll take it.” Don snatches up the rest of his cake and munches on it, looking happy.

“Butthead.” I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m not trying to get out of it either.

“We’ll see if you feel the same way when our visit is done.” He drinks the last of his coffee, and there’s only a scant swallow of mine left as an excuse to wait longer before we go. “Come on. You’ll be fine and I don’t want to be late. He’s waiting for me.”

He’s waiting for me. The words make me shiver. I don’t have anyone to wait for me.

“There’s someone for you. My master knows.”

“Are you trying to talk me out of coming now?”

Don simply chuckles and stands. “Come on, Matt. I swear, you’ll never be the same.”