Chapter 1 

  Part One

"Absolutely not, Kyle. Never, nope, no, and not even for Jesus Christ himself." I adamantly refused his request as I scurried towards the locker room. I was diligently trying to get away from my best friend, co-worker, and roommate, and what he was trying to beg me to do for him. 

Kyle chased after me and followed me into the employee’s locker room. I studiously ignored his barrage of puppy eyed pleading as I changed out of my well worn blue jeans and my V neck sweater. I pulled out the black skin tight leather pants that the club required the bar staff to wear from my locker and prepared to step into them. 

 "Come on Sammy, please. It's just a couple of hours of your time; no one says that you have to go home with the winning bidder. It's just for one evening here in the club, and you know the mantra, safe, sane, and consensual. You do not have to do anything that you don't want to do. I can't get up there in front of everybody, please just do me this one favor." He pleaded. Kyle was almost on the verge of tears. He was so distraught; I could feel myself softening as he batted those big blue watery eyes at me, I had to turn away from him. 

Shit, shit, shit. I didn't want to do this. Over a year ago, I had my turn on the yearly submissive’s auction block and what a fucking disaster that had turned out to be. The encounter had turned out so bad that Julius, the Master Dominant and owner of the club has actually let me slide every year since then when it came to the charity auction that took place this time of year to benefit the local charities for the LBGTQ homeless teens. 

 "Please Sammy, there is no way that I will be able to function at all up on that stage, Julius said he will only release me from the responsibility if I found someone suitable enough to take my place. He is not budging on this. You are my best friend; and I will most likely have a panic attack of epic proportions. You remember the last one I had don't you?” He meekly reminded me of his last emotional and gut wrenching episode. 

After literally jumping into my leathers, I spun around and glared incredulously at him. "Then why the hell did you decide to come and work in a god damned BDSM club of all places? It's not like I never explained what the atmosphere around here is like before you applied for the server’s job." I barked at him as turned back and angrily slammed my locker closed. I stomped over to counter with the wall to wall mirrors and picked up the jar of hair gel. I ran my fingers with some product on them through my hair to keep my unruly curls partially tamed through the night, and I made the ultimate mistake of looking at Kyle's reflection in the mirror. I felt my heart constrict at the sight of his slumped shoulders and his dejected expression. 

I turned around and faced him and I leaned my butt against the counter and crossed my arms across my slender chest. "Kyle, every employee that’s a submissive with the exception of the kitchen staff has to participate in the auction at least once. If I do this for you this year and you are still working here next year, what are you going to do then?" I asked him in hopes that he will overcome his stage fright and just get it over with. I am a sub, but unlike most submissives in this club, I even more paranoid about who I choose submit to, especially after the fiasco with that Dominant who had bid and won me for an evening. There was no way I was putting myself at the mercy of highest bidder again, even if it's for a good cause. 

I didn't feel like going into the sordid details about that horrific night and explain to Kyle why I didn't want to take his place in tonight's auction, but I also remembered that it took me almost three days to get him to calm down and make sense again after his last panic attack. I vividly recalled the jealous sub, one of Julius cast offs who had accosted Kyle in the parking lot one night and accused him of trying to steal his Dom's attentions. We all knew that was the last thing that Kyle would ever do to someone.  

He was a server and he was not a practicing submissive. The green armband he wore clearly advertised that fact to everyone on the scene. All of the employees wore one, the red band was for hardcore play, the yellow band was for open to try something, the black band was for open for everything, and the green band was for no scenes or playing of any kind. The band I recently switched to is yellow, after my experience with that over inflated Dominant, I had worn the green wristband for awhile, but I had slowly but surely gathered the courage I needed to reclaim my yellow band. 

Julius had found out about the altercation almost immediately and he wound up canceling that sub's membership to club. I had to hand it to my boss, he ran a classy establishment. Bliss was considered one of the most elite adult clubs people in the lifestyle tried their best to get into; it's a membership only BDSM hot spot in the gay community. You had to pass a rigorous vetting process in order to get even a one night’s pass and most times to get an invitation to join were by recommendation only. No Joe Schmoe off the street could walk into Bliss and request to become a member, but unfortunately some of the assholes managed to slip in regardless of all those precautions. That was the case with my bidder; it had been just my rotten luck that I had a run in with one of those said assholes, a man that had no idea what it truly meant to be a Dominant. He hadn't respected the number one rule of respecting a submissive's right to use his safe word to stop the scene at any given time. 

I shuddered when I remembered what could have happened to me if I hadn't gotten to the panic button in the room and alerted everyone that I needed help. Julius had been beyond furious at the Dominant, and he had even called the cops on the bastard after the Dungeon Masters had finally restrained him. It had turned out that he had broken another cardinal rule of the lifestyle. He had arrived at Bliss already under the influence of either drugs or alcohol, and no one had suspected it before he had gotten me alone in the private room where he tried to rape me. 

Thankfully the shithead hadn’t caused any physical damage, but he did manage to give me a fair amount of psychological trauma, and it was enough that I told Julius point blank that I refused to participate in anymore of the auctions. I withdrew from the scene for awhile and even now I only played with the Doms of my choosing, the ones I had gotten know over time, and those who have an unblemished record of playing safely with other subs in the club. I never played with anyone new or with anyone no one’s played with before. I had to choose who and when I participated in a scene with, that was the only way I could deal with the lifestyle for awhile. 

Julius had no choice but to either fire me or agree to my terms, and since I was very popular amongst the club’s clientele and I am sure Julius had felt a little guilty about the entire situation, he had given me a pass, and now Kyle was trying to throw me right back into something that I vowed never to participate in ever again, but what choice did I have? It’s was either I take the selfish route and make him do it himself and send Kyle into a possible mental breakdown or get auctioned off again and have a free meal and call it a night, because I will be damned if I was going to play with someone I didn't know. Maybe one of my previous Doms will be the one to win and that will make my night even better. 

"Fine, Kyle. I will do this for you but you owe me a big fucking favor, I mean a huge one of epic proportions." I snapped at him and braced myself because I knew exactly what was coming. Kyle squealed on the top of his lungs and even though I expected it, the wind was still knocked out of me as my best friend crashed his slender frame into mine, and literally climbed my body and clung to me like a little monkey. It was just at that precise moment that a few of the other servers and subs came rushing through the locker room door. Julius was hot on their heels barking at them to make themselves pretty because some of the heavy hitters were in the club tonight for the auction. I almost dropped Kyle out of my arms when he started throwing out the names of some of the most sought after Dominants in the club. The seasoned Masters that the subs here that would gladly give up their entire being to belong permanently to these men.  

Then Julius said the one name that made me weak in the knees, Master Dominant Sloan McIntyre. Fuck me. He was the one man that I knew was way out of my league. I love this lifestyle, I love to fly, I love giving all my burdens over to my Dom and letting him guide my body through a range of sensations, whether it's bondage, the power exchange, a little pain, or even orgasm denial, those where my major triggers, and all of which I have watched Master Sloan perform to perfection and silently yearned for him to play with me. 

 I wasn't into the S&M stuff, or the humiliation or other extreme practices that some of the others were into. Tie me up, spank my ass, before fucking me unconscious and I am a happy puppy. But damn Sloan was a Master Dominant in the true sense of the lifestyle, but he has never taken a permanent submissive, and he is a legend. His specialty was the power exchange and I have seen him edge a sub almost to the point of insanity. His shibari shows were always standing room only and the submissives he has played with could only sing his praises, even if they were bitterly disappointed later on when they were never chosen again to play with the sexy as hell Dom. 

I hugged Kyle a little closer to my body seeking a little comfort and he had no problem cuddling into me. Kyle was just as slender as I was, but where I had midnight black curls and pale gray eyes that were so clear, they almost seemed transparent. Kyle was baby faced with big blue eyes and bouncy blonde curls. He drew a lot of attention, he was just that pretty but Julius made sure that the delicate little beauty was protected at all times and he made sure that it was known that my little friend was not a player in the lifestyle, at least not yet.  

I had a feeling that Kyle hasn't run into the right Dominant yet that will capture his interest and give him the motivation he needed to play. If only he would just open those gorgeous blue eyes and look at what was right in front of him, he would see that he was meant to belong to Julius. Kyle decided right then to jump out of my arms and bound over to Julius and I watched as the big man's gaze soften when the beautiful boy wrapped his arms around the Dom’s narrow waist and babbled the entire story about begging me to take his place in the auction and how I agreed to do it. 

Julius' breathtaking green eyes snapped to my face, the concern in those emerald orbs was obvious and I just shrugged my shoulders to let him know I was okay with my decision. I didn't fail to realize that the badass Dom still had Kyle protectively tucked under his arm and I couldn't help the smirk that curved my lips and the rise of a knowing eyebrow at him. Julius gave me one of his most Dominant glares and the submissive that I am, I lowered my eyes to give him his due respect. If he was the one to bring sweet little Kyle out of his shell then so be it. The poor little lamb didn't have a clue that he has already chosen his man. The tell was right there for all to see with the way Kyle was wrapped around the Dominant’s big muscular body. 

Chapter 2 

I jumped when the door to the locker room burst open once again and this time it was our stylists for the evening Julius hires for these events and they had finally arrived. We all were gathered and shuffled into the showers. I hated this part of the event preparation on one hand but on the other, it was nice to be pampered as well. We were washed inside and out, moisturized, shaved, tweezed, moisturized again, styled and fluffed until we all glowed. The perfect pretty pieces of ass for any man's enjoyment tonight. We were dressed according to our coloring, but you better believe it was silk, lace, and leather.  

I cursed Kyle and his big pretty fucking eyes as my junk was stuffed into a delicate red lacy boy shorts, my shirt was made of silk in the same fire engine red color as my barely their underwear, and my pants were made of the softest black leather. They seemed tighter than the ones I usually wore to serve my drinks and damned if they didn't pour me into the damned things. Yeah, Kyle owed me a fucking kidney after all this shit. I refused to let my mind drift to Master Sloan and the fact that he was going to be in the audience tonight. There was no point in getting my hopes up. 

I have seen the man face to face approximately three times in the year and a half that I have been working here and master Sloan doesn't even know I exist. Anytime he had ordered directly from the bar, he never made eye contact with me or even took the time to look in my direction. It was always the same, a sparkling water with a slice of fresh lime. The man never drank anything alcoholic when in the club and I respected him for that.  

You never imbibed on liquor and turn around to play a scene, it wasn't safe for either parties involve. I had learned that the hard way. I remembered the first time when I first laid eyes on the man, it was right after my run in with my one and only auction experience. Master Sloan had made want to play again, even if it was just to get a chance to do a scene with him.  He has sat right at the bar next to Julius and they had talked about their shared experiences in the lifestyle and mutual business dealings and so forth. Master Sloan had stood up to pull out his wallet to get a card or something to give to Julius. 

I recalled standing there behind the bar and staring at the man like I was the village idiot. Sloan McIntyre stood at an impressive 6'4 tall and weighed in at about 240 pounds of pure packed muscle. His hair was a mass of midnight black waves, and he had the most intense eyes, his eyes are what captured you at first. They were deep violet almost purple with flecks of hazel around the outer rim. It was almost like they were glowing when he looked at you. 

 I knew I was completely lost though when I saw the man in leathers for the first time. I had popped a boner that no matter what I had done, the thing wouldn't go down. It was that very same night I snuck into his show and I wound up coming all over myself as he tied, edged, and finally allowed the poor sub to come after an hour of intense play. Needless to say, I have never willingly made myself go to another one of his performances ever again. 

I shook my head to clear my thoughts, now that we were ready, all we had left to do was sit and wait for the auction to begin. Kyle had disappeared with Julius earlier, and I am sure he was out on the floor by now serving the patrons not involved in the auction out on the main floor. Soon enough Julius returned to the locker room and called out the name of the sub that was first up on the stage. It was Timmy; a cute little ginger that I knew for sure that he was going to get a fetching price.  

Time seemed to have slowed down for me as name after name was called, and I found myself growing exceedingly nervous. I really didn't want to do this, but before I lost my nerve, run to Julius and beg him to take me out of the event, he called my name. I stood up and my heart was pounding away in my chest, my palms were sweaty, and I was on the verge of running away. Julius must have sensed it because he pulled me out into the hall for a quiet word. 

"Calm down pup, all the bidders tonight are long time members of the club and I trust every single one of them. You will be safe and perfectly alright."   The Dom whispered in my ear. Julius placed a large warm palm on the back of my neck and gave me an encouraging squeeze before pushing me towards the stage. 

I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the heavy black curtain and I was almost blinded by the brilliance of the stage lights. I knew there were men seated out there in the audience, but I couldn't see them beyond the glow of the lights. The auctioneer, another Dom and member of the club, Master Corbin was the announcer tonight. He motioned for me to smile and I vaguely heard him introducing me the crowd and telling them a little information about me and how pretty I was, how exquisite and so forth.  

I heard him begin the bid at one hundred dollars.  There was a flurry of words and numbers being thrown out by the Dom while I tried not to fidget as I stood there on center stage. Then all of a sudden, I heard his booming voice shout, "Sold for 500,000 to paddle number ten." Master Corbin turned to me and gave me a thumbs up sign and I nearly fell of the stage. That was alot of money. My eyes went wide and Corbin literally had to escort my shocked form off the stage. He handed me over to Julius and the big man gave me a firm slap on the ass. The sting of his heavy hand made me yelp before blinking up at him in confusion. 

"Th...That's alot of money. Who was it and what does he expect from me for that kind of cash?" I mumbled as I started to have a minor panic attack of my own. 

"A private dinner and whatever it is you are comfortable in doing tonight. Remember pup, you are the one calling the shots not him. You have your safe word and the room is fully equipped for your safety." Julius reassured me as he led me towards the rear of the club where the private rooms where located. 

"Do you know who it is?" I asked as he was practically pulled my unwilling body down the private hallway, I was relieved to see several of the Dungeon Masters lining the hallway scanning everything and everyone with the watchful gaze. Julius came to a stop in front of suite number three with an all knowing smirk on his face. 

"Trust me on this; you will have no need to use the panic button this time around." He said as he opened the door and pulled me into the dimly lit room. 

I was scared shitless as I took in the intimate ambiance of the room. There was a table set up in the middle; it was impeccably set for a cozy candlelit dinner for two. There was someone sitting at the table, someone tall and muscular. Their face was in the shadows and it was until Julius addressed the person by name that I felt dizzy and I went weak in the knees. 

"Ah, Sloan my friend, here is Samuel, your companion for the evening. Have a good time and thank you for your generous bid, Club Bliss and the numerous charities it will benefit thanks you." Julius intoned before he excused himself from the room and closed the door behind him. I was left standing there shocked the depths of my soul. All of my training failed me as my mind continued to cease firing as I stood there dumbstruck. 

It wasn’t until the man himself gracefully rose from the table and slowly made his way towards me that I recalled enough to stand up straight and clasp my hands behind my back. I lowered my gaze respectfully as I presented myself for his inspection and viewing pleasure. He stopped right in front of me and I swore that you could hear every beat of my frantic heart in the quietness of the room as I peeked at the massive chest in front of me.  

Master Sloan was dressed in what was no doubt a designer suit, his tie was silk and it was blood red like my shirt. I discreetly watched as he raised his hand and I had to bite my tongue to keep the needy little whimper of delight trapped in my throat as he ran a gentle finger across the curve of my cheek. 

“You are simply exquisite, stunning in fact.” The huge Dom whispered in that deep whiskey smooth baritone of his and I forgot myself as my head snapped up and I gaped up at him in surprise. I am sure this man has seen me behind the bar and around the club, why now would he pay me such a compliment when has never done so before. 

The Master stepped closer to me and I had to remind myself to breathe and again I lowered my eyes to show him his due respect. I felt his thumb and forefinger slide under my chin and I had no choice but to raise my head and my eyes to look up into his mesmerizing eyes. 

“Samuel, you do understand that you are mine for the evening, right?” He whispered, his lips were mere inches from mine and once again I found myself swallowing a desperate mewl. My body heated and my shaft strained full and heavy in my lace underwear. 

“Yes Sir.” I managed to choke out the answer. 

“Good boy, now tell me your safe words.” Master Sloan demanded as he continued to caress my cheek with that long thick finger.