“Sure. But why just us?” They usually all hung out as a bigger group. Calen couldn’t remember the last time he’d been invited to Garrett’s without everyone else going too.
“My guess is he’s trying to ease Wyatt into things. We’re kind of overwhelming. He seemed a little unsure of how to act around us. He wants the lifestyle aspect but we’re the most open family he’s ever met. I’d think we were all a bit strange too.”
“Small doses would probably be best. Hopefully, he’ll be more comfortable in time.” Calen thought back to the bouncy little creature that he’d first met, and he could already see the boy was much more comfortable now that he didn’t have to hide what he needed.
Brent nodded. “He’s already doing much better. He just needs to see that we don’t mind. From what Garrett hinted at, Wyatt’s family isn’t the most supportive.”
“Part of me understands, but I’ve been around you guys for so long it seems perfectly normal now. But when Garrett first told me about your entire family being in the lifestyle, it seemed crazy—like I’d walked into another world. It took some getting used to.” To begin with, Calen had thought Garrett had been making the whole thing up. Meeting everyone for the first time had been a shock.
Brent laughed, but seemed to understand what Calen meant. “But dinner’s okay with you tonight?”
“Yes, as long as we’re not going to stay too late. I have plans for you that do not include leaving the bedroom.” Calen had to suppress a smile as Brent started choking on his water again. “I worry about your ability to safely swallow. Are we going to need to practice that?”
Practicing watching Brent swallow could be fun…dildos…his cock…there were all kinds of interesting options.
Brent blushed, shaking his head. “Just stop saying stuff like that when I have something in my mouth.”
“Am I going to have to worry about what I say when I have something else in your mouth?” There was no way he would be able to control the dirty talk coming out of his mouth when Brent was sucking him off. It wouldn't be possible.
His blush deepening, Brent tried to appear calm. “No. I’m not worried about that.”
“Good. We might need to have you practice several times to be sure.”
“Practice, huh?”
“Lots. Safety first, you know. And speaking of that, what safewords do you prefer?”
Brent shrugged, “I’m boring. I like red, yellow, and green. I think it’s easier to remember.”
“Easy to remember is good. Nothing kills the mood faster than randomly hollering out every fruit you can think of instead of saying green because you chose something too hard to remember.”
Brent frowned at Calen. “That’s not funny. I felt so bad for him. In the middle of that spanking demonstration and he was so close. It completely ruined everything. His Dom took it well but still…”
“Yeah, it was frustrating to watch at the time, but now it’s just funny.”
About a year ago, they’d gone up to observe some demonstrations that were being done by members of the club. One cute sub became so absorbed in the spanking he was receiving that when the Dom asked where he was, the sub couldn’t remember the safeword he’d chosen to show that he was still good with the scene. He’d ended up hollering out random fruits and vegetables.
The Dom had later explained that because his boy got lost in subspace so easily, they didn’t use verbal safewords at home except for brand-new activities. So when they were in a scene at the club, where verbal safewords were required, the sub hadn’t been used to it. Needless to say, they decided playing there wasn’t for them and just socialized there instead.
“I trust that we wouldn’t have the same problem?”
Brent shook his head, obviously still thinking about the scene. “No, it’s one of the reasons I stick with something simple.”
“Good to know. Now, I am going to have one more cup of coffee and you are going to follow instructions.” Calen had been waiting until Brent finished his meal for the next part of their day.
Brent gave him a suspicious look but didn’t argue. He simply pushed his plate away and looked at Calen. He had a right to be worried, but Calen wasn’t going to push him too much. “Yes, Sir.”
The diner was still fairly empty so Calen lowered his voice a little and didn’t worry about someone overhearing them. “Who does your pleasure belong to, subbie?”
The blush that had faded was starting to pink Brent’s cheeks, but he didn’t look away. “You, Sir.”
Calen had a difficult time fighting the urge to adjust his hardening cock. “You are going to go into the restroom and jerk off again. You may fantasize about anything you would like, but no touching your ass. Are we clear?”
Staringat Calen, Brent’s mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out. Finally, he swallowed hard and managed to nod.
“You’re my dirty little slut so I know it won’t take long. But remember, if you’re in there for a while, people will start to talk. I’m going to call the waiter over for more coffee, so off you go. If you dawdle, I might make you take a picture as proof next time.”
“Next time? I mean, okay…um…yes, Sir.” Clearly not able to talk coherently, Brent slid out of the seat and headed towards the restroom.
