“I’m not sure about this.”
Ashton took a hold of the
shorter man’s wrist and for measure gave it a yank. “Oh come on. We’re just
going in for a drink or two and have a look around. Who knows, maybe I’ll get
lucky.”
Kyler snorted, “You’re too
damn vanilla. They’d eat you up.”
“Do you know how
long it’s been since I’ve had sex?” He stopped and knocked on the door. “Too
long, and right now I’m wiling to undergo a spanking for it. So, let’s do
this.”
Almost at once the door
opened and Kyler yelped as Ashton pulled him in.
“Jeez, I swear that guy at
the door was going to do a butt search,” Ashton huffed as he drug Kyler behind
him towards the set of wooden doors at the end of the hallway. “Would you stop
pulling against me already? There’s no turning back from here.”
Kyler’s heart, or what was
left of it, pounded within his chest, feeling like it was looking for a way
out. He tried to talk, but his tongue refused to leave the roof of his dry
mouth. And with as tight as Ashton was holding him, he no longer felt it. All
he could do was follow his wicked friend down the twenty foot hallway towards
the big wooden double doors. The closer they got the louder the music grew, and
the harder his heart worked at finding a way out. There were Masters on the
other side of the doors. There were men who wanted nothing more than to strip
his ass naked and hurt him, and here he was going right on inside.
Ashton knocked at the
locked door and turned to smile at him, giving him courage, or something like
that.
“Let’s not do this, Ashton.
I can’t do this. I…”
His words were cut short
when the door opened and they were immediately surrounded by waves of warm
lights and music almost giving a sense of comfort. He followed blindly behind Ashton
and apologized to everyone he ran into, no thanks to Ashton who was almost
running throughout the establishment. In and out of tables and around people
who seemed to be standing in the way no matter what way he was drug.
“Come on! I see a clear
spot in the back.”
“Would you slow down, I’m
gonna fall dammit.”
“Holy fuck I think someone
just patted my ass!” Ashton hissed in excitement.
Kyler laughed. “No, that
was my foot kicking you in the ass to slow the hell down. We aren’t in a
marathon.”
“Holy Mary, Mother of
Jesus!”
Kyler watched Ashton’s
head to see where he was looking, not that it mattered, he couldn’t see over or
around him anyway. “What?”
“Those guys over there?
One has the other tied to a rack or something and he’s hitting him with a whip.
And over there…holy shit! How in the hell do you do this shit?”
Kyler stopped. “You are
such a prat.” He dug his heals in and pulled his arm back. “Seen enough now? You
are so worse than a tyke in a candy store! Now can we leave?” he yanked on
Ashton’s sleeve back in the direction of the door.
Ashton looked up over the
crowds and shook his head, pulling Kyler back to his side. With a grin he said,
“Not a chance. We just got here. Now who’s being the prat?”
Before Kyler had an opportunity
to do anything, say anything, he was being dragged again deeper into the
interior of the establishment. He didn’t even have a moment to look around. Not
that he really wanted to, but still. He would admit, feeling were returning and
not all of them bad, but that still didn’t fit into his comfort zone.
“Here we are. Damn, this
place is huge and so full. I didn’t realize there were so many guys into the scene.
Come on over here.”
All Kyler could do was
what Ashton wanted. It was that or get
run over by a really big guy and his little sub that happened to be crawling on
all fours being led by a leash. All Kyler could think was, ‘no way.’
“Thank the gods he didn’t
leave.”
“Who?”
Ashton turned to look at Kyler.
“No one,” He turned back to where he’d been staring. “Let’s just see about
this,” he mumbled once again yanking on Kyler’s wrist.
Kyler growled when Ashton yanked him once again and
tried pulling away but his strength, or lack of, wouldn’t stop the now trotting
Ashton. “What is your…” Suddenly he was let go and due to the momentum they’d
gained during their flight, Kyler plummeted ahead. He tripped over someone’s
foot and screamed
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