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 NSFW/Explicit  Male x Male  BDSM Safety Isn't in a Word •Riddle&Butter•

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by ButterMyBuns, Nov 6, 2018.

  1. ButterMyBuns

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    Patrick hoped it wasn't because of him that Gabriel had given pause again. He held his breath as the crop ran along those tender nerve endings and skin, feeling the sting of its long since warmed surface gliding along his own burning-hot surface. One of those soft breaks between the whipping, the ache, the hurt, leaving him preparing. He didn't want to fall for how gentle it was or how soft it compared to the hard swats and smacks. He shuddered as Gabriel slid himself into the curve of his back, the prick from the cool of his pants button stinging and cooling his skin at the same time. This wasn't what he'd expected. He didn't want to lose his reserves, but Gabriel's heat meshing with his felt better than any balm he'd bought before.

    His skin shuddered beneath Gabriel's touch, his head betraying him and falling eagerly into Gabriel's touch. His glasses pushed awkwardly with Gabriel's fingers, but he didn't want to move an inch and risk losing it. Keep going? Patrick wanted him to continue, he wanted to keep going until Gabriel said they were done and he could relish the praises Gabriel could offer. His mind was slipping out of that space as he tried to recall the safe words. Gabriel had asked for them again, before he'd gone to the cross. He knew them a little better this time, didn't he? His mind was drawing up blanks, betraying him when he needed them most. "Please, continue, captain. Please, sir, I can continue," he whispered, praying that Gabriel would, praying he wouldn't lose these praises. He didn't want to upset Gabriel, to anger him to anything.
     
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    Gabriel nearly purred as Patrick seem to invite even more of his touches, the man all too happy to provide them. His hands gently caressed whatever skin he could reach, fingers combing through the boy's hair and being sure it remained tucked tidily over his shoulder. The smile that played on his lips as Patrick spoke was genuine and warm... but faltered when he didn't hear the two words he needed to hear. What had simply been a check-in to ensure the boy could still speak was leaving Gabriel with doubts about whether or not they should continue. If he could speak, had he simply forgotten their safe words? How could anyone forget 'red' and 'yellow'? They were the most basic and common terms used.

    Decidedly uncomfortable with how everything was beginning to add up, he slowly pulled away from Patrick, head tilted a little as he tried to figure out just what to do next. "I - I think this was enough for one night," Gabriel murmured. Looking at the scars he couldn't help but feel he hadn't given Patrick as much as the boy desired. He couldn't. There were Doms out there who would be happy to take what he was offering, but Gabriel didn't like to break the skin. Even his own body was something he treasured, anything that would leave a scar being a hard 'no' on his list when he played as a sub.

    Grabbing a spray bottle of water and a washcloth from a stack on a table near the door, Gabriel wet the washcloth down and carried it back over to Patrick. "Do you mind?" he asked gently as he reached down to press the cool cloth to his backside to take off some of the heat from the spanking. He hesitated, though, giving the boy a chance to refuse, knowing that some preferred to just savor the sting and warmth for a while. He felt a little guilty for ending their session simply because he was uncomfortable and wanted to do what he could to help straighten Patrick back up.
     
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  3. ButterMyBuns

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    Patrick soaked all of Gabriel's attention in with a desperate need, reacting more to it than any of the smacks Gabriel had landed the entire time. His hair had to be the biggest weakness he felt, when it was tended to so kindly. It was the only reason he didn't cut it all off already. He went so far as to whimper when Gabriel pulled away, leaning his head back against the cross when the soft touches stopped. Had it been him, or was Gabriel truly done? Patrick almost didn't care, grateful that he'd gotten the attentions anyway, even if they were cut short.

    "Of course, Captain," he mumbled, his mind still stuck on those tender touches. He felt a little weak at the knees, showing as much as the seconds drew on and there was not another sting that came. He stayed quiet now, listening to the faint shuffling of Gabriel moving behind him. He didn't care what came next, not after the caresses that felt like they really meant something. He tried to straighten up when Gabriel returned, tilting his head as Gabriel posed the question. He shook his head, not knowing what he was agreeing to until his backside was met with the most amazing cool sting he'd ever felt.

    He sank back against the cross with that, moaning softly at the feeling. "Thank you, Captain," he said in a far weaker voice. "Thank you.. that is incredible.." The most words he'd strung together about his own pleasure. By far, this was the best tell of Patrick's truthfulness. A sort of serene calm had filled him, staying as still as he could so he could continue to receive such kind reparations.
     
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  4. Riddle

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    When Patrick consented to his attentions, Gabriel relaxed and carefully used the damp cloth to draw some of the heat from the young man's newest marks. Newest. He took the time to examine a few of the older scars marring the man's skin as he worked, that tendril of uncertainty now firmly rooted. Things were not adding up at all where Patrick was concerned, which meant that Jackson would have to be notified. In the past, it would have been an easy matter to simply call the boss down here. He would have worked a session with the member in question and made a determination for how best to proceed. Gabriel knew he wouldn't be able to coax him from the office now.

    "You're very welcome, handsome," he smiled. Chuckling at the soft moans he was earning from Patrick, part of Gabriel had to wonder if he should have stuck to something gentle like this. Yet why all those marks if Patrick didn't enjoy that kind of play? It didn't make sense. Setting the cloth aside, he unhooked the man's ankles and retrieved his pants, guiding his legs into them and pulling them up gently, mindful of how his backside probably felt right then. "I think it's okay for you to just call me 'Gabriel' now. I know there's some people here that like 'Master' or 'Sir' all the time, but I guess I kind of like my name. Or maybe I just like hearing people say it," he practically purred. "A few of the girls here say the only think I like to hear is the sound of my own voice."

    Gabriel just tried to lighten the mood as he helped Patrick back into socks and shoes before finally reaching up to unfasten his wrists. Pressing lightly against him, he kept an arm around the man just in case he stumbled or couldn't find his footing right away. "Do you need to lay down for a while? We have cushions if you want something soft to sit on. I could get you a drink or snack... Whatever you need, sweetie. You did a wonderful job."
     
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    Patrick was grateful when the ankle cuffs were removed, making an attempt to regain at least his wobbly footing. When he moved, the muscles on the backs of his legs lit up with new heat, protesting the sudden use and flexing of them. It caught him off guard as Gabriel helped him with his pants, not used to so much care afterwards. His member was still only semi-flaccid, a small of mess around his tip indicating he hadn't yet peaked for the night. Out of all his experiences, a few had come close, but even that was laced with an ulterior motive. Gabriel was the first like this and -- in a true first -- he found himself aching for more of the man.

    He had needed one-hundred and sixteen stitches after one, his Master for the night bewitching Patrick with promises of pleasurable pain and ending with him crying and thanking the man. He'd orgasmed with permission and played off the gashes on his side as nothing of worry as they sat to mostly one-sided small-talk after a quick shower. His shirt had done well to hide the still bleeding wounds, and soft doe-eye laced compliments had been easy to redirect that Master's attentions. His blood was thin, he apologized. He'd taken too many aspirin for his headache earlier. That was all. The blood and redness to his skin had hidden the damage enough, and Patrick had come. The bleeding? Stopped, of course! Of course he had liked it! Of course he was being honest! He'd gone to the hospital before he crept back to Heath's and he'd been fine after that. The scars stayed firm on his sides. Reminders, he supposed.

    One master liked urine play, while he couldn't stand it himself. The acrid taste had had him biting back bile, the weight of it on his stomach emasculating him to kissing his master's feet and begging for more. That man had liked it. He'd rewarded Patrick with a face full of cum and a tender shower afterwards, the whispers offered only met with small responses and repeated thanks for a session well spent. Patrick had to stop a few blocks away from Heath's apartment to throw up all he could, and brushed his teeth four times that night and five in the morning.

    One.. well, he never saw that man again. That Sir. . . he'd explained as they sat down to work out the ground rules that he liked to punish his submissives. He liked when they messed up, and he'd love to play that. Just part of the session. It became the whole session, Patrick always disobedient at the wrong times. Patrick had been sure he'd followed the directions, but his Sir for the night knew how to work their time together. He wouldn't be wrong. Patrick did mess up a lot, and it was understandable. Unknown to Patrick, his first call-out of disobedience had been a test to see how Patrick would react. Patrick's quick apology and acceptance of punishment had spurred the Sir on, blatantly taking advantage of Patrick's pleasing nature. Maybe the Sir thought he did it all on purpose, just for the punishments. Maybe he had thought that Patrick loved it as much as he did. Patrick had thanked his Sir for their session with oral, making sure to clean up after their adventure so his Sir wouldn't have to lift a finger, despite the pain of his feet. He left with promises to take care of himself and take it easy, in at work early and staying late the next night with not so much as a whimper from the pain. He didn't complain once the rest of the week, even when his lack of rest had developed blisters where he had shifted his weight to the far too unused sides of his feet to walk the first day after.

    "Gabriel," he whispered, tasting the man's name on his tongue for the first time tonight. Gabriel liked hearing his own name. If he had Gabriel's voice, though, he'd whisper to himself all night long, so he couldn't blame the girls for assuming such a thing. His lips traced along the name again as Gabriel's hands reached to undo the wrist cuffs. He sank against the taller man, the continued praising leaving him continuing his lean on the man. "Please, Gabriel. Thank you. Can. . . can we. . . I-I'm sorry. Thank you for tonight, Gabriel."
     
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  6. Riddle

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    There was no way. With how Patrick was eating up the praise and attention, there was no way Gabriel could let him walk out of the club tonight without at least making sure Jackson had had a peek. The concerns about the young man forgetting the safe words were still on his mind, though admittedly he felt better with how well Patrick seemed to be recovering. "Please?" he asked with a soft chuckle. "Let's get you settled in comfortably somewhere, then we can figure out what you're trying to ask for." The words were gentle and teasing, eyes bright with humor as he turned Patrick around in his arms so he could get a better hold on him.

    "Thank you for tonight. We'll have to do this again sometime." Would Jackson let him once he met Patrick? Gabriel certainly wouldn't mind another scene with the young man, one where they didn't use the hard toys. He was pretty confident he could make Patrick turn to putty in his hands just with soft touches and a gentle tone... which was exactly why Jackson needed to meet him. "Would you mind meeting a friend of mine? I promise he won't touch you. He's just... well, he's special? I don't know how to describe it, but you'll see." Jackson didn't have to touch Patrick; the man radiated some kind of pheromone that seemed to have all of the subs and half of the Doms eager for his attention. Gabriel was thankful he'd grown a little immune to it over the years.

    Rubbing Patrick's arms, he made sure the man was steady on his feet before picking his shirt up off the floor and easing it over his head, helping guide his arms through the sleeves. He ran his fingers through the man's hair to straighten it, then adjusted his glasses a little on his face. "There, all ready," he decided with a grin. Guiding Patrick out of the room, Gabriel paused outside the door to tap the buttons to indicate the session was over and the room needed to be cleaned, which would be his job later. For now, though, he gestured for Patrick to head back towards the main room, then upstairs. "Ah, we're going back towards the entrance. Do you want to stop and get some drinks at the bar though?"
     
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  7. ButterMyBuns

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    The last thing Patrick wanted to do was to burden Gabriel after the night being cut so short, but Gabriel's smooth tone and the soft tinkle of amusment from him was swaying Patrick far too much. The younger man nodded, steadying himself on his own feet. It took a minute or two at the least, but Patrick never let his pain show in front of any man that had any sort of mastery over him. That sway had him shivering at the very thought of meeting one of Gabriel's friends. Special how? Special like Gabriel? Different?

    "It would be an honor to see you again, Gabriel." The transition to using Gabriel's name had been smooth, as if he were just following more instructions. Gabriel enjoyed his name, and so Patrick would use it. He moved his arms to help Gabriel, his hands taking over and straightening out the shirt. He did so blind, closing his eyes as Gabriel moved his hair and grazed his cheeks with those faint touches again. "I'll meet him. It wouldn't be anything for him to touch me. I don't mind that." That slight whispery undertone in his voice was there again, but a single clearing of the throat would dispel it. "Thank you, Gabriel."

    Patrick's own hands reached to adjust his hair himself, allowing himself to be led wherever Gabriel wanted to go. His eyes fell over the guests still taking up the main room, noticing the couple from before weren't there anymore. He wondered if they'd moved to a private room, almost missing what Gabriel had said. He nodded, following up the stairs after Gabriel. If it still hurt, it didn't show in the way he took the stairs as he normally would, more than keeping pace with Gabriel. "Maybe. A martini, if anything. I keep it simple at the bar." There were more new faces on the main floor, but his mind filtered through them enough. He remained close to Patrick as they stopped at the bar, his mind settling on guessing what kinds of friends Gabriel kept.
     
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    Gabriel studied Patrick a little more closely, lips pursed ever-so-slightly. He hadn’t even met Jackson and was already giving permission for the man to touch him? “All the same, he’s not very active in all this these days,” he shrugged, waving a hand to indicate the entirety of the Basement as they climbed the steps. Jackson had at least dabbled after David, but he just seemed angry after Zhane. Darker. It worried Gabriel more than he wanted to admit.

    Brushing that worry off, he put on a smile as they approached the bar. Ordering a martinit for Patrick and another vodka soda for himself, Gabriel sipped it as he led the young man through the doors to the lobby and coat check. “Oh! Umm, just call him Master, I think, if you have to. Not that you have to call him anything,” he quickly amended. Stopping in front of a handsome wooden door, he tapped a code in on the keypad above the handle.

    Jackson glanced over only long enough to glimpse Gabriel’s blonde mop of hair, then turned his attention back to the papers spread out neatly on the pale marble top of his desk. “Whatever you need will wait until morning, Gabriel,” he said curtly.

    “C’mon, Jackson,” Gabriel chirped brightly. “Just a little break? I needed you to look into something for me. Pleease,” he whined almost sweetly.

    Knowing there wasn’t much arguing with Gabriel - he just get bratty - Jackson swiveled the chair around to face him, a blank look falling over his face when he saw Patrick. “What’s this?”

    This is Patrick. We just did-“ Gabriel started, only to be cut off by Jackson standing up suddenly.

    “I didn’t ask who; I asked what. I have no interest in what you did downstairs or with whom,” Jackson growled as he stalked to the door. Gabriel covered his hand on the door handle, though, leaning up to whisper to him.

    The expression on Jackson’s face slowly changed, gaze flicking over Patrick from head to toe as he let go of the door handle. He hesitated, then went to the black leather sofa to fold up the plush blanket on the back of it, setting the make-shift cushion directly in the center of the sofa and pointing to it as he dark gaze found Patrick again. “Sit,” he ordered.
     
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    Patrick accepted his drink with a nod of thanks to the both of them. The first sip was a balm over the weekend tingle down his backside, and a welcome one at that. Patrick didn't seem to object to the idea at all, though he did quickly finish his drink to prepare himself. If there was a Master at the end of their route, he wasn't going to come off looking poorly and drinking around in front of him. He set it down outside the door as Gabriel opened it, clutching his wrists behind him on natural instinct. His eyes didn't go above waist level now, only catching a hint of Jackson's frame to go with the voice.

    He stayed quiet, tilting his chin up slightly as Jackson came over, wanting to at least aid Gabriel and offer a good impression. He didn't catch what Gabriel said, but that didn't matter much to him. Whatever it was had changed the man's mind, though, and his eyes chanced to wander up the whole of Jackson's back to build a better mental picture of him. Neat suit, clean haircut, precise steps. He was a dominant among dominants if it transferred so well to his normal habits.

    Patrick eased his shoes off at the door, as the blanket was folded up. He nudged them with just his one foot until they stood flush with the martini glass, neat and as if they might have even belonged resting there. The command that rang out sent a soft shiver down his spine. Gabriel wasn't lying when he'd said there was something different about him. Patrick would have obeyed anything regardless, but it felt as if he needed to obey this command above all the others he'd heard the past few months. Sitting on furniture after a command like that felt strange, but he slid past Gabriel all the same, his hands still firm around his wrists behind him. He turned his back to the couch, bringing up one leg to tuck underneath him before bringing the other leg to do the same, no different as if he were kneeling on the floor. He kept his back straight, tightening his grip on his wrists so he could square his shoulders a little better. Patrick was tempted to offer a word of thanks to the man, but the tone almost held up a neon sign that he would do well to be quiet.
     
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    Jackson’s gaze flickered to the shoes tucked tidily near the door, appreciating that gesture more than most would expect. He hated things being out of order or in the wrong place, and absolutely couldn’t stand for his own spaces to be messy or cluttered. Even the papers spread out on the desk were in a particular order and neatly stacked. “Thank you for removing your shoes; we should teach Gabriel to be so polite,” he said, voice slightly softer now.

    That soft tone remained, almost deceptive as he watched Patrick settle onto the couch. Jackson waited several moments before saying, “I did not say to kneel, Patrick.” One eyebrow arched, but he said nothing else as he crossed to the desk behind the couch. Easing into the chair again, he watched the young man as he rolled the chair back up to the laptop folded beside the papers. Opening it, he beckoned Gabriel over.

    Gabriel thought it was going well, a smirk on his lips as he hopped over to prop his ass on the edge of Jackson’s desk, oblivious to the glare leveled at him before his friend moved the papers away from him. Jackson asked a few hushed questions, pointing to a few things on the screen that made Gabriel frown. Tapping one finger on the edge of the laptop, Jackson finally stood up again.

    “Patrick, I would like you to answer some questions for me,” he said as he sat down on the coffee table in front of the man. Leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees, he watched Patrick carefully as he asked for his name, date of birth, and place of employment before asking, “What were your safe words tonight?”
     
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    Patrick's chest felt a brush of warmth with Jackson's praise. Of course he would be so considerate. He wouldn't dirty up anything, let alone furniture, with his shoes. He closed his eyes, savoring that tone and grateful he did so when Jackson chastised him for his choice of seating. It was the only proper way to sit when meeting anyone in such a situation, and most took appreciation to it. This wasn't like meeting a new coworker or client to get more information. There were guidelines to follow.

    He listened to their whispers, not catching much past the tone and the different speakers. Considering himself quite partial to Gabriel's voice already, he was reminded of the thought he'd had on Gabriel's voice. He would sit and whisper to himself all night, just to hear how the tone changed even as a whisper. He could imagine several dirty lines of thoughts being only made better with that honeyed edge. But Jackson's? Jackson's still held that firmer side even as it was dropped so low. It was somewhat enchanting in it's own right, but he wouldn't dirty it with such a thought.

    When he heard the movement, his eyes fluttered open again, roaming again at waist level before settling on Jackson's chest as he sat in front of Patrick. On the coffee table. Ah. So sitting as normal would have been alright. This wasn't too formal a meeting, he thought, courteously listing off the required details about himself. Jackson's follow-up question gave Patrick a pause, his mouth running dry for a moment. "I am afraid that I've forgotten them, Master. Forgive me." He hoped Gabriel's advice would soothe any annoyance Jackson had on the matter, still trying to recall just what they were. The momentary lapse in his expression showed nothing but concern as he tried, having to close his eyes for a moment to regain himself and settle on accepting whatever Jackson had to say to that.
     
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    Jackson was unsettled by the way Patrick continued to kneel on the couch, his entire posture looking not only too tense for to be comfortable, but also unsteady. It would have been different had he instructed the young man to kneel on the floor... but he had very clearly said ‘sit’. Jaw clenching as he bit back another reprimand, he tried instead to focus on the man’s answers.

    “I am not the one you need to apologize to,” he pointed out. “Is Gabriel a machine? With no thoughts or feelings? I do not think you stopped to consider how it would affect him emotionally and mentally if he were to push you past a limit because you failed to remember your agreed upon safe words.” He ignored Gabriel’s hand motions from behind Patrick to take it easy on the boy.

    “Gabriel would like me to be gentle, but a submissive who does not respect and use safe words is a danger to themself and others. You have put me in a difficult position, Patrick. I cannot revoke your membership, as a review of your background check indicates you will simply make yourself and your bad habits available elsewhere. At least here I can keep an eye on you, which is exactly what I intend to do.” Jackson stood up then, motioning for Patrick to follow him over to the desk.

    Rifling through a drawer, he pulled out a set of paperwork designed for restricting members to certain floors or activities. It was typically used with newer Dominants to ensure they received proper training before making use of some amenities, but it was easy enough to make the same restrictions on a submissive. “If you wish to remain a member, you are restricted to the upper two levels of the club pending six sessions with one of my staff, which I will supervise over. We can review after that time.” Jackson’s voice made it clear he didn’t expect an argument as he wrote as much on the paper, then turned it towards Patrick and presenting the pen for his signature.
     
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    Limits? His limits? Was Jackson trying to be funny? Was he making a joke? Patrick couldn't find it in himself to laugh, let alone smile at it. When his eyes opened, they held the faintest glimmer of confused amusement before he seemed to regain hold of his calm demeanor. He had never meant for harm on Gabriel, just making sure he was satisfied. Gabriel had approached him, and he had to make it worth Gabriel's time. It wouldn't have done good to make Gabriel uncomfortable. He didn't understand a lot of what Jackson was trying to get across. What about his background check? He didn't do anything illegal. He'd never been to a club like this before.

    . . . Oh.

    Patrick felt the discomfort then. Not from his position, not from the way his heels were pressing into his backside and heightening the dull ache there, but from the thought of anyone peering in on that incident and assuming anything. What did Jackson think? Bad habits? What bad habits could he possibly have? He didn't smoke, he drank often but never to the point of drunkenness. He didn't like drugs. Jackson didn't elaborate, either, leaving him guessing. With Jackson's prompting, he stood up as smoothly as he'd sat down, following after him and hovering around the desk. Unlike before, he brought his hands together behind him, his fingers ringing between each other nervously.

    He stopped only to accept the pen, leaning and reading through the entirety of what Jackson wished for him to sign. A temporary revokation of priveliges, with stipulations Jackson had written in. Jackson's handwriting was neat, but not perfect. It seemed almost surprising that Jackson's control didn't continue into his penmanship. Six sessions was manageable. It wouldn't be any different from what he normally did, save for an everpresent third party standing in the wings and waiting for him to mess up. Bad habits. What bad habits? Finally, Patrick signed it, setting the pen on the paper and sliding it back over.

    He bit his lip as his hands returned to behind him, having the sense enough to control the nervousness that had them wringing together prior. "If. . . If I may ask, what bad habits do you see, Master? This is the first club of it's kind I've heard of, and I have never met with anyone for or about this before in my life, outside of my. . . My ex."

    It didn't feel right to put any sort of title on him. Master. Sir. Never boyfriend. And ex on top of that? It dug up things he didn't want to feel. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home and forget about all of it, let alone forgetting the worry he held over what Jackson might think of him. Might think of Spencer. That hurt him. That hurt even worse, to think of his name. Patrick cleared his throat, wanting to forget about it. "It is not my place to ask things of my Masters. I apologize. It won't happen again."
     
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    Jackson waited patiently as Patrick read the document, surprising him a little until he recalled that the young man did, after all, work as a paralegal. "Very good job reading that before signing," he murmured, the words rolling easily off his tongue as he watched the pen glide across the paper. He was much more interested in giving praise than in punishing anyone, often accused of being to quick to compliment the simplest of tasks. As if he cared one whit what anyone else thought of his methods.

    Taking the paper as it was slid back across the smooth surface of the desk, he sat back in his chair to scan it thoroughly again, nodding his approval before filing it away. Six sessions was always how many he started with, as that equated to about one month's time at the club given the frequency with which their average member visited. Based on how often Patrick had been visiting it would take him less time than that.. if the man didn't cancel his membership the moment he was safely home tonight, away from the pressure of the club.

    Gabriel flinched a little when Patrick spoke up, looking away from Jackson so he wouldn't have to see the mixture of stormy emotions cross his face. Having been on the receiving end of those looks, he knew well enough to not get involved, folding his arms and moving silently to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the couch, studying the crowd at the bar as if it were suddenly the most interesting piece of artwork. Of course, he absolutely eavesdropped on what Jackson was saying, far too nosy for his own good.

    Jackson's jaw clenched at the unexpected question, but he waited until Patrick had finished before standing up, towering over Patrick by half of a foot. Ex, he thought with a dismissive snort. It wasn't hard to piece together. "I would be happy to list the habits you should seek to avoid. First," he growled, "When asked to sit, I expect you to sit, not kneel. Do you presume to know better than me which position is the one I desire? Don't be so conceited as to think that you know how best to please each Master you encounter."

    Circling Patrick, his voice dropped an octave lower as the tension growing in him made itself known by the tightness across his back. "Second, you failed to make Gabriel aware of your limits. Medical records attached to your background check indicate metal supports in your arm. You should have notified your partner of this so he could be sure not to engage in any play that might compromise the previous injury. Third, your refusal to either acknowledge your own limits or share them - I am not sure which it is just yet - is not conducive to building trust between you and your partners. Whatever you learned in the past, I am telling you now that consent is our cornerstone, trust is fundamental, and safety is our dedication. I have no desire for anyone to leave here and make a trip to the hospital. Do you understand?"
     
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    Patrick seemed content with the praise above anything else. His eyes didn't touch Jackson's face at all, not realizing that he'd just opened a can of worms. He did hear Gabriel's wince, and that was enough of a warning system for him to square up a little and prepare himself. Of course Jackson would have pointed out his discrepancy. He was so used to doing that way, he didn't even think about what someone else's personal preference was. Normally, they'd see it as a good thing, and just yank him into the position they wanted. Note one, follow Jackson's words more closely, least Jackson see it as something else that it wasn't. He didn't like being called conceited. It was the first time the word had ever been used towards him, and he realized he didn't like it.

    His hands clenched at each other a little tighter. He'd never thought about his arm. They'd promised a full recovery with nothing to worry about from then on. Well, nothing except electroplay. That had left his hand and arm aching for a little while. He didn't understand what else Jackson said, though, and he didn't know how to feel about that. It went against everything he knew thus far and with that, he knew his six sessions would turn into many more once Jackson realized.

    He cleared his throat and bowed his head. A small part of him welled up, wanting to make it clear he had been to the hospital, that he had no limits. But this was about placating Jackson, not his own baseless emotions. He gave a small nod, acklnowedging that he'd taken all the information in. "No, sir, I don't understand. I asked so I could, and I will reflect on these before you see me again, Master."
     
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    What he had read in Patrick's file was unsettling, yet perhaps more unsettling was the fact that someone had reviewed that background check and approved the man's membership regardless of the obvious red flags. Perhaps it was better that he had made his way here where, hopefully, he could learn to play safely. The analytical part of Jackson still saw this as a risk to the club; they couldn't afford another incident splashed across the covers of the newspapers right now, and a member ending up in the hospital after a session was exactly the kind of thing that the press would jump on.

    "We'll see," he sighed. He had his doubts that they would ever see the young man again but kept quiet about that. "Thank you for your honesty. That is a good first step in establishing trust, open and honest communication."

    Gabriel relaxed enough to turn away from the two-way mirror, watching as Jackson sank into the chair behind his desk again and bowed his head over his paperwork. As quickly as that it seemed the boss was done with them, his lips moving silently as he read over a stack of papers he had pulled close, one finger tracing along the words. A little uncertain, Gabriel glanced at Patrick, then crept closer to Jackson's desk, a cautious smile tilting his lips. "Umm... are we good, boss?" he asked lightly.

    Jackson looked up from his paperwork, gaze shifting from Gabriel to Patrick to Gabriel once more. "No. Patrick has his restrictions. You, on the other hand, will clean; condition; and polish all of the equipment in the Basement before engaging in any more scenes."

    "What?!" Gabriel flushed red, straightening up suddenly, indignant at being punished when he hadn't done anything wrong. "I - I didn't do anything!"

    "I've asked you before not to disturb me," Jackson said calmly, though one arched eyebrow dared Gabriel to keep pushing him. "You could have called or messaged me instead of letting yourself into my office. Now, get out. Both of you."

    Cleaning the equipment was no problem, but conditioning the leather and polishing the metal? That would take a full week of regular shifts, assuming he could get to half of it in between people using the rooms. Seething at how unfair the entire situation felt, he practically stomped towards the door and pulled it open to let Patrick leave first. "If I'd known what a jerk he would be..." he muttered, trailing off when Jackson just turned a cold shoulder to them.
     
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    Patrick didn't feel as good with those praises as he had the rest of the evening. He felt. . . relaxed, yes, but worse off than before. He stayed as he was, waiting for his dismissal even as Gabriel approached Jackson. Jackson's reply hit him hard, making him realize that Gabriel worked here. He wasn't just friends with Jackson, he worked here. There was no way he'd be paid for his own pleasures and moments with people. Patrick's chest tightened with that knowledge, suddenly aware that he couldn't breath as well.

    He mumbled followed out after Gabriel, Gabriel's voice muffled under his own thoughts. He sat down to get his shoes on, the ache of his backside spurring on the tightening in his chest. "You work here, Gabriel. Y-you work here. That. . . That, downstairs, w-was that for you? What was that?" His breath was shaky, one shoe on before he gave up to hold his arms to his chest to try and dispel it.

    If it hadn't been for Gabriel, then why had he done that? Why had Gabriel taken him back and. . . It couldn't have been for Patrick. There was no way. Just the thought made it worse, made it all worse. He couldn't breath. His chest still rose and fell in a rapid pace, but they didn't seem to be hitting his brain with the oxygen. Patrick did not want to be here for another moment. He leaned and struggled with his other shoe, getting it on and trying to stand. He had to leave, before he got an answer to his question.
     
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    Jackson's shoulders sank the moment he heard the click of the door latching, elbows propped on the desk as he buried his face in his hands. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Gabriel had brought Patrick up here on purpose, knowing that turning him away from the club was far more dangerous than letting him remain. Gabriel had won, slyly coercing Jackson into participating in scenes again, even if it was just in a supervisory capacity. His fingers trembled at the thought, hands scrubbing at his face as he tried to regain some semblance of control. He hadn't been to the Basement while the club was open since that night with Zhane, only recently going down there to do a few equipment checks. They had absolutely drained him, the fear that hit him each time he saw one of the private rooms turning his stomach without warning. Now he was supposed to watch as those rooms were used? Gabriel deserved a far worse punishment than what he'd been given.

    Gabriel's anger faded as he heard Patrick's soft statement, not about to deny it. "Yeah," he shrugged. "You didn't know? I'm one of the dungeon masters; we're supposed to keep an eye on things downstairs and be available to help members if necessary." Realizing how that might sound, he quickly tried to backtrack, cheeks flushing a little. "Not that we're forced to or anything. I mean, it's just like, if we want to. Jackson can be a dick, but he'd never force us to do a scene with someone if we didn't want to. I've seen you here a few times before and was curious. I wanted to see what you were into. I'm sorry we ended it so early... I - well, you have to have Jackson supervise the next few sessions, but if you're really into the rough stuff, Jaenelle might be a good match for you."

    Jaenelle's little black heart seemed to beat to the sound of screams, nothing like Gabriel's bleeding heart that hurt a little just thinking of what Jackson had said in there. "Don't take everything he said to heart, okay? He was right, but you don't need to worry about me. Nothing bad happened, which is all that really matters to me. If you ever have any questions, feel free to ask," he smiled, trying to help ease that panicky look in Patrick's eyes as he reached down to help him to his feet.
     
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    What Patrick was into. Patrick didn't even know the answer anymore. That was for him and all he'd wanted to do was be there for someone else, to make everything in his life right again, at least for another few days. Tears stung at his eyes, stumbling away from Gabriel. "It was for you, Gabriel. It was for you. I don't do things for me. Nothing is for me! None of it! If I get something out of it, it's because you were happy with it!"

    He felt dirty raising his voice like that. He felt disgusting for saying as much as he did, especially after what Jackson had said. He risked hurting Gabriel, for no reason? He'd focused on what would please Gabriel, for himself? Patrick shook his head, stumbling for the doors. He needed to leave. He needed to go home and sleep and worry about this later. He couldn't do this. Patrick didn't even stop to say goodbye before he got out, gasping in the warm night time air as if he'd just been drowning. He had, but at least drowning would have only hurt him physically. Why? Why did he do this to himself? What was any of this really if he was such a big part of it? If he was supposed to worry about safety and stupid safe words, and telling the truth about how badly it hurt?
     
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    Gabriel instinctively pulled his hands back as Patrick stumbled away from him, fighting the urge to try helping him. They didn't know each other well outside of the time spent together earlier, a fact he had to remind himself of when faced with the sudden desire to just tug the young man into a hug and promise him that everything would be okay. He didn't quite understand all of what Patrick was saying, shaking his head even as the words poured out from him. "No, that's not... not how it's supposed to work, Patrick," he tried to explain. The look on the poor guy's face though...

    He was left to stare after the man as the doors opened, then slowly closed. The staff at the check-in counter politely averted their eyes, which meant they turned away so that they could whisper to one another about what they assumed had happened. Gabriel dragged a hand through his hair and let out a heavy sigh, not for the first time wishing he was better with words. At least he hadn't blurted out that nothing they'd done tonight, aside from the basic dynamic, had been for him either. He enjoyed the space he'd flowed into as they played, but that was really all Gabriel could claim to get out of any encounter lately.

    Glancing between the front doors and Jackson's office door, all he could hope was that Patrick decided to come back. Jackson hadn't shared with him everything on the background report, but he could guess well enough what it might say and sincerely hoped the young man didn't find himself in any trouble after this.
     
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