Teaser Tuesday #3: Dreams Consumated

In last week's Teaser we joined main character Eric on his first exploratory outing on the London gay BDSM scene. Here, towards the end of that experience, he meets his first ever sub lad and his dreams become reality for him as he takes the eager slaveboy with the prospect of consumating his desires at last!

This was the moment Eric had been waiting for. He reached out slowly, his heart pounding in his chest, and stroked his fingers along the bound sub’s tight stomach. The sub twitched at his touch, the small movement somehow spurring Eric on. He moved his hand upwards and gently pinched one of the sub’s nipples, making him squirm and moan through his gag. The sub’s cock was rock hard now. Eric reached down and squeezed it hard, feeling it pulse warmly in his fist. The sub’s reaction was dramatic: he gasped and writhed against his bonds, trying to pump his hips forward so he could milk himself against Eric’s hand.This was what Eric had always wanted. It was what he needed, to have another man totally and willingly under his control. He had entered the club in search of something vague and wordless, trying to find a name for the gaping void within himself. Now he knew exactly what would fill that void.“He likes you,” the Master said with a grin.“Is he your slave?” Eric said.“No, no. I train him, but he isn’t mine. Unfortunately.”“Is he well-trained?” Eric said, feeling a little thrill at the very notion of a sub being trained to serve his master.“Why don’t you take him home and find out for yourself?” the Master said. Eric was too stunned by the suggestion to reply. The Master went over to the sub and removed his gag. “Do you want to go home with him tonight?” he said.With no hesitation whatsoever, the sub replied, “Yes please, Master!”What came next was like something out of a dream. Eric went to wait by the bar while the sub dressed himself, part of him thinking that he should run from the club before he dug himself any deeper while another part of him marvelled at his good luck.The sub appeared back at his side ten minutes later, grinning widely and looking like an eager puppy. They exchanged hurried introductions: the sub’s name was Kevin, and he was a young student. More importantly, he had a flat nearby.