and what they do. Each of the Doms is different, as am I. I will explain my tastes to you on Monday before we return.” Jake went into his room to get dressed.
Ten minutes later, Jake came out wearing navy blue leather pants and a matching leather vest without a shirt. Davey was waiting dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt. Jake carried a navy blue leather collar. “What is that? You want me to wear a dog collar?”
“This isn’t a dog collar, it’s a play collar, and its permanent replacement is the thing for which every sub strives. A friend of mine recently collared his sub with a braided collar of eighteen karat gold—one braid yellow gold, one red gold and the other white gold. There were matching bracelets. Each of them wears one. He was an Army Ranger and he saved for that collar and cuffs for years. His sub is Johnny Nyugen.”
“Adroit Systems? The software billionaire?” Jake went into the bedroom and retrieved the smaller sized T-shirt and told Davey to put it on. “I want everyone in the club to see how beautiful you are.”
Davey blushed but went dutifully back to his room and changed into the smaller shirt. It hugged his toned body. He put his belt back on, his new sneakers and presented himself to Jake for inspection. Jake took the play collar and put it in the pocket of the leather jacket that he slipped on as they left.
“Yes, Johnny belongs to Caden Donahue. He is the former Army ranger who got the braided gold collar.”
“Will I recognize anyone else?” Davey asked.
“Gary Sayer also belongs to the club.” Jake said smugly.
“You mean the former pitcher for the Yankees?”
“Yes, that Gary Sayer, he and his submissive came out on television a year ago. The rest of the subs are local, but are very educated men. Johnny, of course, has a double doctorate in IT and Electrical Engineering. Danny owns a nursery and is almost finished with his bachelor’s in horticulture and botany. Robbie is apprenticed to the club chef and attends culinary school. Jamie graduated summa cum laude from Rutgers, is a CPA and does our accounting. Greg is a psychiatrist, and Brian is Bear’s private investment counselor with an MBA in both IT and Business. He tripled Bear’s portfolio last year. Jim is the mother hen at Indiscreet. He owns part of the club and runs the back of the house, the kitchens, the waiters, and the house subs. He is fair and compassionate—but I didn’t tell you any of this, let them tell you themselves.”
§ § §
Friday Evening
Davey watched the signs. They got off Route 1 and went to Route 206, and then turned onto Route 29. After Route 29 they turned onto another road with no streetlights. There an unmarked road turned into a driveway paved with brick. Up ahead was a huge farmhouse with barns attached to the house and then out of the corner of his eye he made out two newer additions shaped like ells.
The driveway was circular and there were five valets who made sure that no one had to wait. They left their car with Tim, as Jake called him, and went straight to the door.
Davey was amazed at the opulence displayed before him. The exterior of the farmhouse didn’t prepare him for the English club-like atmosphere. Except for the half naked boys on pillows on the floor they may as well have been in the Harvard Club. “This is the Dom’s dining room. It will get very crowded tonight. On Fridays most of those here gather to meet and mix but on Saturday and Sunday, the Doms like to play,” Jake said that with a secret smile.
“Tonight we’ve been invited to eat at Bear and Reed’s table. They own the club. The Doms will introduce themselves and you will bow your head and say, ‘Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,’ et cetera and you’ll be fine.” He turned to the man at the door and showed him his card. “Hi, Dan. Can I have a white armband for my friend?”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll procure it immediately. If he doesn’t get one, you’ll be beating them off with a stick.”
Ten minutes later, Jake came out wearing navy blue leather pants and a matching leather vest without a shirt. Davey was waiting dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt. Jake carried a navy blue leather collar. “What is that? You want me to wear a dog collar?”
“This isn’t a dog collar, it’s a play collar, and its permanent replacement is the thing for which every sub strives. A friend of mine recently collared his sub with a braided collar of eighteen karat gold—one braid yellow gold, one red gold and the other white gold. There were matching bracelets. Each of them wears one. He was an Army Ranger and he saved for that collar and cuffs for years. His sub is Johnny Nyugen.”
“Adroit Systems? The software billionaire?” Jake went into the bedroom and retrieved the smaller sized T-shirt and told Davey to put it on. “I want everyone in the club to see how beautiful you are.”
Davey blushed but went dutifully back to his room and changed into the smaller shirt. It hugged his toned body. He put his belt back on, his new sneakers and presented himself to Jake for inspection. Jake took the play collar and put it in the pocket of the leather jacket that he slipped on as they left.
“Yes, Johnny belongs to Caden Donahue. He is the former Army ranger who got the braided gold collar.”
“Will I recognize anyone else?” Davey asked.
“Gary Sayer also belongs to the club.” Jake said smugly.
“You mean the former pitcher for the Yankees?”
“Yes, that Gary Sayer, he and his submissive came out on television a year ago. The rest of the subs are local, but are very educated men. Johnny, of course, has a double doctorate in IT and Electrical Engineering. Danny owns a nursery and is almost finished with his bachelor’s in horticulture and botany. Robbie is apprenticed to the club chef and attends culinary school. Jamie graduated summa cum laude from Rutgers, is a CPA and does our accounting. Greg is a psychiatrist, and Brian is Bear’s private investment counselor with an MBA in both IT and Business. He tripled Bear’s portfolio last year. Jim is the mother hen at Indiscreet. He owns part of the club and runs the back of the house, the kitchens, the waiters, and the house subs. He is fair and compassionate—but I didn’t tell you any of this, let them tell you themselves.”
§ § §
Friday Evening
Davey watched the signs. They got off Route 1 and went to Route 206, and then turned onto Route 29. After Route 29 they turned onto another road with no streetlights. There an unmarked road turned into a driveway paved with brick. Up ahead was a huge farmhouse with barns attached to the house and then out of the corner of his eye he made out two newer additions shaped like ells.
The driveway was circular and there were five valets who made sure that no one had to wait. They left their car with Tim, as Jake called him, and went straight to the door.
Davey was amazed at the opulence displayed before him. The exterior of the farmhouse didn’t prepare him for the English club-like atmosphere. Except for the half naked boys on pillows on the floor they may as well have been in the Harvard Club. “This is the Dom’s dining room. It will get very crowded tonight. On Fridays most of those here gather to meet and mix but on Saturday and Sunday, the Doms like to play,” Jake said that with a secret smile.
“Tonight we’ve been invited to eat at Bear and Reed’s table. They own the club. The Doms will introduce themselves and you will bow your head and say, ‘Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir,’ et cetera and you’ll be fine.” He turned to the man at the door and showed him his card. “Hi, Dan. Can I have a white armband for my friend?”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll procure it immediately. If he doesn’t get one, you’ll be beating them off with a stick.”
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