Chapter 2

Damian's pov

Tuesday 27th April 2021

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I'm going to the club tonight to finally face my fears. I've already arranged with Mason to meet me at the couch at 8pm so we can have a rough scene. He is more of a slave than a submissive and I'll be playing his Master which is freaking me out a little but I'm determined to get over this.

I get out of my car and go into the club to Marcus' office where we are having dinner together before going to the club. I'm a little late so everyone is already here when I go inside. There's pizzas on the table between the couches without everyone sat around. Thomas is here with Lacey who's taking over for tonight so Marcus can go to the playroom with Nathan and Cole. Lucas is here and is trying to keep Cole away from his slice of pizza.

"Hey Damian!" Cole says happily and pats the space beside him on the couch. I sit down and say hello to everyone. I look at Marcus and see his scars on his arms from his suicide attempt. I should be the one with the scars, not him.

"You okay?" Marcus asks and I snap out of it, putting a smile on my face and reassuring him.

"I'm fine, just a little tired," I answer and he nods.

"So Damian," Thomas starts with a cheeky smile. "Mason told me you were spending the night with him."

"I am," I say.

"Mason's really excited for it, you better give him a good night because he turned down Andrew for you," Thomas says.

"Really?"

"Yeah so you've got to make it worth it," he says with a wink.

"I will, I've already planned the scene and he was happy with it," I say and they all start asking me questions.

When we've finished eating and they've grilled me enough, the subs go to the sub room to get changed and we go to the main room. Lacey goes to do her rounds and I sit with Lucas, Marcus and Nathan. About ten minutes before the show starts I see Cole, Thomas, and Mason come in and go to the dance floor. I'm sat on the end of the couch next to Marcus so he takes advantage to corner me.

"Orion told me you didn't go to the last appointment. Why not?" He asks with a knowing look.

"I was busy," I reply and he sighs.

"You're retired Damian, you're never busy. You've got to keep going to see him until he says otherwise," he says sternly.

"I don't like going," I admit.

"I didn't either. It's hard to talk about how you're feeling but you've got to open up before you'll get better."

"I am better, I'm here aren't I?"

"If Orion still wants to see you then you must be hiding something that's wrong. It's not my place to ask you what it is but you should tell Orion."

"I'll go to my next appointment. Just let me enjoy tonight," I say defensively as the subs come over. Marcus leaves it as Mason kneels between my legs facing me. Cole sits on the couch between his husbands which thankfully takes Marcus' attention away from me.

"Good evening Mason," I say as I rest my hand in his soft hair.

"Good evening Master," he replies respectfully, his hands on his thighs in the attention position.

"Do you want to watch the show or pleasure me?" I ask, knowing what his answer will be because he loves to please.

"Can I pleasure you Master?" He asks, keeping his eyes lowered.

"You can," I say as I unbutton my leather pants and free my limp member. Mason gets to work on licking and sucking until I get fully hard. He keeps his hands where they are and uses his tongue to lick up the length and on the head. I moan quietly as the show starts on stage. It's a threesome with two subs and a dominant which I watch as Mason gives me an amazing blowjob.

When the show ends, I say a quick goodbye and take Mason to my playroom. He kneels patiently in the middle of the room in his tiny leather shorts. I order him to strip naked as I get out the things I need. When I turn back around I take a second to admire him.

He's kneeling again but is completely naked this time. He has such cute muscles on his body and a little hair scattered across his chest and down his stomach to make a happy trail. I usually like a clean shaven submissive but I understand Mason likes his body hair because it makes him feel more masculine. I don't care that he's transgender because at the end of the day he's a man and a very good submissive.

"You gave me a very good blowjob so I'll reward you tonight. But first I'd like to clarify what you like to be called," I say, knowing he likes to be called slave.

"Could you call me slave please Master? I want to serve you as a slave tonight," he says respectfully. My throat feels dry but I manage to reply and tell him to get on the bed on his hands and knees.

"Remind me of your safewords," I say.

"Red to stop, yellow to slow down," he recites.

"Good slave," I say but it leaves a horrible taste in my mouth. Luckily Mason is facing away from me so he doesn't notice I'm struggling. I kneel on the bed behind him and stroke myself a few times.

"Now stay still or I'll have to tie your hands," I warn as I get some lube. I put it down when I realise he's already wet anyways. That's giving me more confidence, at least I'm turning him on. I slip a finger into his front hole, a term he told me to use, and curl it to hit his g-spot. Thomas gave me some tips which seem to be good as Mason moans.

"Is that good slave?" I ask as he lifts his ass up higher and moans. I add another finger and move them quickly inside him which makes him gasp. I pull my fingers out and order him to lick them clean which he does eagerly. I pick up a thin vibrator and coat it in some lube so I can slip it into Mason easily. I turn it on and his body jolts forward as he lets out a choked moan.

"Master!" He cries out. I have to pull his hips back up and hold him there as his body trembles with pleasure. I kneel up and use lubed fingers in his asshole to stretch him out for me. I turn the vibrator down so he can hold his orgasm as I scissor him with my two fingers. When I think he's ready for my dick, I slip on a condom and line up with his asshole, holding onto his hips tightly as I slowly push the head in.

"Good slave," I praise, pushing away the thoughts of Adrian.

"Please go deeper Master," Mason begs. I bottom out inside of him and moan as the vibrations stimulate my dick aswel as him. I start thrusting all the way in and out harshly as I enjoy the tightness.

"Jerk yourself off, but stop before you cum," I order and he reaches between his legs, holding himself up with his other shaky arm. I fuck him hard and fast as I play with the vibrator in his front hole. Mason stops touching himself and begs me to cum so I turn up the vibrator and piston into him.

"Cum for me, but I'm not done with you yet," I say and Mason's body shakes as he moans out his orgasm. His asshole tightens around me which feels amazing but I'm not close to cumming yet, so I decide to change positions. I keep the vibrator inside him as I pull out and turn him onto his back. His face is flushed as he squirms away from the overstimulation.

"Master, it hurts," he whines as his hips move side to side and his legs tighten around my waist as I try to get inside him again. I hold his wrists in my hand and pin them above his head, pulling out the vibrator with my other hand.

"You love pain, slave. Now stay still," I say and try to hide the expression on my face when I have to say slave.

"Yes Master," he says and keeps himself still. I change my condom so I can make use of his front hole as Mason waits patiently under me. I hold onto his wrists again and line myself up with his hole, pushing inside slowly. He moans and arches his back off the bed so his chest presses against me, his skin hot.

"Such a good slave, moan for me," I say as I start thrusting in and out of him at an angle so I can hit his g-spot. I lean down and kiss him hungrily, his stubble rubbing on my skin. My tongue invades his mouth as we makeout, Mason moaning. I kiss down his neck and leave a hickey on his shoulder as my hips slam into him.

"Im going to cum, please Master!" He begs as he tightens his legs around my waist. I feel myself getting close as I speed up my hips and start grunting as the pleasure makes my legs feel weak.

"Cum when I say, just wait a little longer," I order as I fuck him the best I can.

In a few minutes I'm ready to explode, so I rub Mason's tiny dick the way he did and order him to cum. His body spasms as I groan and unload into the condom. When I'm done, I pull out and stop to catch my breath, Mason panting underneath me.

"Was that good?" I ask him as I take off the condom and get off the bed.

"It was amazing," he breathes out. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're a very good sub," I say and he blushes. He excuses himself to go to the bathroom as I clean the vibrator and put it away. He comes back out in a pair of boxers and I get him to lay on the bed so I can give him aftercare.

"Do you like massages?" I ask and he nods excitedly. He lays on his front as I massage his shoulders and biceps. Mason chats to me about how good it was as I listen quietly. I'm trying to push away the thoughts that I'm just like Adrian for using him as a slave but they just won't leave.

When I've finished the massage, we both get dressed and I give Mason a lift home. He kisses my cheek when I pull up outside his house.

"Thank you for an amazing night. I'd love to do it again," he says as he glances down to my lips.

"Me too, sleep well," I say and he goes into his house.

The drive to my house is terrible. I start crying when I realise I'm a terrible person. First, I used him as a slave which makes me no better than Adrian. Second, I used him without telling him the real reason why.

"Fuck!" I shout as I wipe the tears falling down my face. I pull up to my house and I go inside quickly, going straight to the kitchen. I grab a knife and stand by the sink, not too sure what I'm planning to do with it.

I remember what Orion said if I want to harm myself. He said to hold ice cubes instead so I get pain without any damage. I really want damage but that's visible and then people would know how I feel. I put the knife down and get two ice cubes from the freezer and hold them in my hands, leaning over the sink so the water doesn't leak onto the floor.

More tears fall down my face as I sob. I think about calling Orion but I don't want him to know. Pain radiates through my hands as I hold the ice in tight fists. The pain is soothing my guilt but it'll never get rid of it. There's only one way I can do that, but not today. 

In case anyone forgot what Mason looks like, the model is called Laith Ashley so you can find some reference pictures.