The Dom Prequel is Born: Chain Me

So, while talking with fellow author Freddy MacKay, about Ethan’s Earl, I mentioned that there were two friends of mine who I found hilarious that I use to inspire certain characters. I made mention that if they were in the same book that the (and I quote) “shit would be funny as fuck.” So, Freddy MacKay responded with: “They would drive their Dom nuts.” And thus, another book was born.

It is the prequel to The Dom: Mark Me, entitled “Chain Me” and I started writing it today and in one hour had already written 2400 words. It will be a novella and, because it’s me, will be out probably before the other works on my schedule.

Here is the first chapter. Let me know what you guys think.

Until next time Vicksters!



Chapter One

Ahijit Gupta Khan sat at the bar, his eyes trained on the dance floor. His gaze took in the gyrating bodies, cataloging and dismissing most of the ones he saw. The young man, Vicktor, seated next to him squirmed in his seat and Ahijit, called Jit by his close friends, only two people, smirked. He didn’t often take on new Doms, especially not ones as green as Vicktor, but there was something about the young man that made him think that perhaps there was something there. Vicktor had all the makings to be a great Dom. If he could ever stop fidgeting.
“Stop moving, Vicktor,” Jit said with a menacing growl. Vicktor froze, mid-fidget and settled back down in his seat. This would have been so much easier to accomplish if Jit had his own sub, but he’d just released his most recent one. It hadn’t been an easy decision on his part, he never liked getting rid of subs, always believed that every sub could be trained but Kevin had been untrainable. At least by him. And as the foremost expert on BDSM training, that was saying a lot.
“Why can’t we just pick one and go with them?” Vicktor asked naively. Jit laughed and shook his head.
“It doesn’t work like that. You don’t just walk up to someone and tell them you’re going to tie them up and flog them,” Jit responded.
“Why not? It’s what you did to me,” Vicktor argued hotly.
Jit laughed boisterously, remembering the moment he’d met Vicktor fondly.
They’d both been at a BDSM party, though Jit had been a seasoned member and Vicktor had definitely been a newbie. His wide eyes as he took in the sights and sounds of people engaged in different aspects of a scene had been both amusing and intriguing to Jit. He’d walked over and introduced himself to the tall, broad-shouldered black man, Vicktor’s black hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“Your name is what? Ahchoo?” Vicktor had responded and Jit had barely restrained the growl from rising in his throat.
“Ah-jeet,” he’d pronounced. “Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn.”
“Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn,” Vicktor had repeated. “My name is Vicktor. Vicktor Parthings.” Jit had nodded and smiled back at the younger man before brushing his fingers along the black man’s forearm. He chuckled darkly at the shiver that rushed through Vicktor’s frame.
“So tell me Vicktor Parthings. Are you a Dom or a sub?” he’d questioned, knowing what the other man was just from the way he’d stood in the room. Feet spread shoulder width apart, hands held at his side, shoulders pushed back, head held high, eyes missing nothing. Vicktor looked like the most in control Dom Ahijit had ever seen, next to himself of course. He’d been determined in that moment to be the one to train Vicktor to be the best Dom he could be, but first…
“Um… which one is which again?” Vicktor questioned nervously.
Ahijit stepped close to the young man and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to take you home and tie you up to my bed, flog you and then fuck you into the mattress.” The sound of shock and outrage that exploded out of the man was quickly followed by hands shoving him away.
“Hell no!” Vicktor explained and Ahijit had done nothing but grin.
“I didn’t think so. But just so you know, you will never learn how to be a good Dom until you first learn what it is to be a good sub,” he’d instructed the panting young man, with clenched fists. Ahijit knew he’d have to eventually get to the bottom of Vicktor’s issues with being tied up and flogged, but that would come in due time.
He’d turned away from the still upset young man and like clockwork heard Vicktor’s soft question. “C-can you teach me?”
And that brought them to where they were. Seated at the bar of Mack’s Bar, trying to find a sub or two for a few scenes. Subs to train Vicktor on how to be a Dom, know that he knew what it meant to be a sub. Ahijit had taken Vicktor on as a sub for two weeks. Two of the hardest weeks in his life as a Dom. Vicktor hadn’t wanted to take instruction, each step had taken countless lashes, smacks with the cane, and restraints. It was with a sigh of relief that the second week started with Vicktor on his knees, hands folded behind his back, head lowered, in a perfect position of submission, waiting for Ahijit’s instruction. At the end of the two weeks Vicktor knew for a fact that he was not a sub trying to be a Dom and Ahijit had been sure that it was time to train Vicktor with his own sub.
Now he just had to find one.
“You were a special case,” Ahijit pointed out to Vicktor, laughing along with the other man.
“My parents have been telling me that my whole life,” Vicktor joked.
Ahijit opened his mouth to retort when his eyes zeroed in on two men dancing together in the middle of the dance floor. They moved together, looking like a couple, one of them with long blond curls to his shoulders, the other with brown hair in a crew cut style. The blond was tall and thin, though Ahijit would wager he was still shorter than his own 6’4” frame. The brunet was petite, Ahijit would bet he barely hit 5’5” on the chart and looked as if he barely weighed a hundred and ten on the scale. Both men looked as if a stiff wind would blow them away. Both men looked as if a good fuck would break them.
They were perfect.
It wasn’t that Ahijit wanted to break them, or even that he would allow Vicktor to break them, but while it was obvious that they were a couple, they were both in need of another man, a third man to dominate them. Another man to take care of them, guide them, instruct them. A third man to keep them standing and grounded. And Ahijit was the perfect man for them.
No, wait. Vicktor was the perfect man for them. Yeah, that’s what he’d meant to say. Because he was going to dominate them in order to teach Vicktor how to be a Dom and Vicktor would be the one to take them on at the end of his training. That was the way Ahijit was taught and it was the way he would train his own student. The two men were for Vicktor, not him.
No sir, no way.
And the fact that it was his collars that he could see decorating the necks of both men was merely because of the fact that he hadn’t had his own sub for a while. That was it.
“Jit?” Vicktor’s voice penetrated the fog in his mind and Ahijit blinked and turned to look into the worried gaze of the young, black man.
“Those two,” he nodded toward the two gorgeous men grinding on the dance floor without answering his unspoken question. He watched as Vicktor’s gaze swung to the dance floor and then widened. Ahijit’s fist clenched as Vicktor’s nostrils flared as if he smelled something delicious, a low moan rumbling up from his chest. This was what he wanted, what he was counting on, in fact. He would train Vicktor with the two gorgeous men if they were agreeable and then when it was over, he would walk away and Vicktor would keep the subs. It’s what a good Dom trainer would do and that’s what he was. Regardless of how much he wished it were different.

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Travis Jake Caballero looked over at the two men at the bar surreptitiously and smiled back at Etan. “They’re still watching us,” he pointed out to his boyfriend, his cock jerking at the intense gaze coming from the barrel-chested Middle Eastern man whose gaze was undressing them from a distance.
“Good. Let’s give them something to watch then,” Etan said before shoving his hands down Travis’s pants.
“Oh god,” he moaned as Etan’s index finger tapped against his clenching hole. He and Etan Henry Davidovsky had been together for five years and were still looking for that third person to complete them. The two of them had met as juniors in high school and had been inseparable ever since. It had taken them a year before they’d finally gotten together, which was mainly because of Etan’s uber-religious parents. Travis had been afraid they were going to send his best friend and lover to a “rehab” clinic when they walked into Etan’s bedroom only to find their son’s cock buried deep in Travis’s ass. Etan’s mother had squeaked out in horror and his father had roared for them to get dressed and come downstairs.
They had gotten dressed and gone downstairs… as soon as they’d both cum and cleaned up afterwards. They had rationalized that if Etan were going to be put in a rehab and Travis jailed for statutory rape (he was eighteen to Etan’s seventeen), that they weren’t going to do it without busting a nut first. So they’d walked downstairs, prepared to face the firing squad, only to be surprised that Etan’s parents had been angry because he’d kept it from them. After being sufficiently horrified when his parents had given them papers they’d printed from online about “homosexual sex,” “STDs,” and “using condoms and lube,” the two boys had come out to Travis’s parents and all of their friends.
Their story was a lot different from that of other gay teens that they knew, both sets of parents being completely supportive, and for that they were forever grateful. While their parents were supportive of their relationship, they were pretty sure that they would all be opposed to them not only inviting a third person into their relationship, but being involved in the BDSM Lifestyle. They knew that the time would come when they would have to confess to their parents that their tastes didn’t run as “gay vanilla” as they thought it did. They were a lot more kinky than they’d ever expect.
“Fuck baby, you feel good,” Etan whispered against his throat and Travis shivered, turning to press his back against his man’s chest. He trained his eyes on the hazel ones of the gorgeous tanned stranger who watched them intently and lowered his jeans until his ass was exposed to Etan. He moaned when the Middle Eastern man licked his lips as he watched them and felt the press of Etan’s naked cock against the crease of his ass. The two of them had foregone using condoms after their first year together and Travis always looked forward to feeling of Etan’s bare cock sliding into his ass.
Etan’s finger pulling out the butt plug made him moan, but the press of his lover’s cock into his ass had Travis groaning in pleasure. He bent over slightly and hissed out a breath as Etan bottomed out inside of him. He dropped his head forward and closed his eyes as pleasure swamped his sense before lifting his head and finding his gaze trapped by the very man they were performing for.
He and Etan loved having sex in public and were true exhibitionists, but having sex in the middle of the dance floor, to the pleasure of a complete stranger was a first for them.
“God sweetheart, he’s touching his cock through his pants,” Travis panted as Etan slowly and deeply pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Travis’s channel.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Etan responded. Travis could do nothing but nod, all his powers of speech leaving him in a woosh as Etan pegged his prostate again and again.
“I can’t hold on E,” Travis warned, the tingling at the base of his spine letting him know that he was on the verge of exploding all over the dance floor.
“Hold on baby, wait for me,” Etan pleaded.
Travis panted and shook his head, before nodding. “Okay.”
His breath caught in his lungs as the sexy Middle Eastern man, who was built like the love child of a soldier and a bodybuilder, stood to his feet and headed straight for them, a sexy tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscled black man with long black hair following him. Travis noticed the black man, but he only had eyes for the sexy Middle Eastern man with the curly, black hair, chiseled jaw and kissable lips. He watched the sexy man who came and stopped right in front of him. Travis looked up at him, licking his lips and moaning when the other man unzipped his pants without a word.
When the stranger pulled out his long, thick cock Travis groaned while Etan simultaneously moaned.
“You boys are very bad, having sex on the dance floor. I think you need to be spanked,” the smooth, velvety voice said.
“W-who is going to be the one to spank us?” Travis stuttered. His fingers twitched with the urge to grab onto the other man’s trim waist and suck the tanned cock down his throat.
“Depends on how bad you are. If you’re just a little bad, it will be my friend Vicktor here, but if you’re really bad then it will be me,” the stranger said.
Travis wanted his name, he was desperate for it, but he knew that they had to prove themselves worthy of receiving it.
“We’re really, really bad, Sir,” Etan responded when Travis remained silent, his gaze focused on the stranger’s leaking dick.
“Prove it,” the stranger said.
Without another thought, Travis lowered his head and sucked the man’s cock deep into his mouth.