Oct. 5, 2013. Deerfoot Casino, Calgary, AB.
Scott
After Taylor left, things went back to the way they’d been before… mostly. Even if my daily activities hadn’t changed, there was just a different feel to it all. The knowledge that I had a slave, that I was in control of someone… it was hard to explain, but it made me look at everything a little differently. There was the obvious change, too, though; every day I’d get a call or a text from Tay. Sometimes it was just a quick update on his day, other times it was a funny story about something that’d happened. But after a few days… nothing.
On day one, I chalked it up as a fluke. He was on tour, and I knew how crazy that could get; maybe he just hadn’t gotten a chance, or forgotten in all the hustle. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to just blow someone off. Especially not after what we’d shared.
Day two, I started to get pissed. I’d given him every opportunity to say no, to tell me if this wasn’t what he wanted. I thought I’d made it pretty fucking clear how serious I took this. But maybe he still thought it was just a game, just a quick fling. I was the one who left people hanging; not the other way around. I’d actually trusted him. And this was my repayment?
Day three… I looked up their tour schedule. They were playing Calgary the next night, so I hopped the first plane. If he wanted out, I was gonna make him say it to my face. I didn’t want it to end, not when we’d barely just started. As much as I hated to admit it, I was starting to like him. He wasn’t what I expected, and I was glad for that. But if he was just playing me, there was no way I was letting him just disappear like a fucking coward.
The morning of the concert I gave him one last chance to get a hold of me; I was already there, but it would’ve been decent. But still, nothing. Maybe I’d been right about him from the start; just a rock star diva who loved being the center of attention. Well even if he did want out, he wasn’t gonna get it without a few battle scars.
Since I’d already been to a couple shows, it wasn’t hard to convince the roadies to let me wait backstage. And when Tay and his brothers walked into the green room, the look on his face was fucking priceless.
”Great show, guys, you really rocked the joint. Nice solo, Zac. Ike, my man… killer shredding.” I gave the older and younger Hansons a grin that I didn’t think was too mocking, then stared at Tay. “Nice moves, rock star.”
”Scott… w-what are you doing here?” The fear in his eyes probably shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did… but I am a sadist, after all, and anyway he had every reason to be scared.
I got up and walked over, shrugging. “What, can’t show support for my favorite band? I was in the area. I am from here, remember?”
”No, I didn’t,” he said after a second. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
I heard Zac grumbling from across the room, but ignored him. I had bigger things on my mind then an annoying kid brother. “So, how’s your week been? Pretty busy?” I stepped closer, and watched his face pale even further.
”I… um… yeah, well, we’ve had back to back shows…”
”Funny,” I said, closing the distance between us and lowering my voice. “Your fingers don’t look broken.” I smiled at him, but he caught the implication. He trembled a little, glancing at his brothers.
”Um… guys, I’m gonna have to cut out early. Let everyone know I won’t be out to sign stuff?” He turned to me, lowering his voice. “Can we not do this here?”
I glanced at Zac when he crushed his empty beer can; he got up and headed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I didn’t know what his problem was, but if he was trying to piss me off, it wasn’t working.
”Fine with me,” I said to Tay, smirking. “Let’s go.” I held up my hand in a ‘goodbye’ wave to Ike, then headed out the door. Taylor would follow, of that I was sure enough. He didn’t say anything on the drive to the hotel, but at least he had the common sense to look sorry. I didn’t speak either; I figured it was better torture to let him imagine what his punishment would be. I did some imagining of my own, and it wasn’t pretty.
When we finally got to my room I let him go first, slamming the door behind me. He jumped about a foot, spinning around to look at me. He looked so tiny, even if he was taller; I had a feeling I could snap him like a twig if I wanted to, and right then I wasn’t so sure I didn’t. I wondered if it was an act, playing the vulnerable sub to the big bad Dom.
”Do you want out?”
”N-no,” he answered, shaking his head.
I walked closer, staring him down. I didn’t know whether to believe him or not, and I didn’t like that. “You sure? Cuz I thought I was pretty fucking clear on what I expected.”
”I know, I… I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy and this is… it’s a big change.”
”I don’t want excuses. What had you so busy that you couldn’t take thirty seconds to text me? I told you that’d do.”
”Just…” Tay sighed; he really did look sorry. Maybe he really had been busy. “Just the tour, I guess. It’s not even a good excuse, I know.”
”Well, what’s done is done. Only question now is how to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I eyed him, circling him slowly; I still didn’t know what to believe, but I’d be damned if he wasn’t going to pay for making me feel this way. I ran a finger down his back, watching him tremble.
”After all,” I whispered in his ear. “What are rules without consequences?”
”Th-that’s true.”
I took a step back, looking him up and down. He obviously wanted this, and so did I, so I decided to just go for it and worry about the consequences later… if at all.
”Strip.”
He stared dumbly at me or a second, but when he snapped out of it he wasted no more time, practically jumping out of his clothes. I watched him, smirking; I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing his body.
”Good. Now get on the bed. Hands and knees.” I noticed he was shaking as he climbed onto the bed and into position. I didn’t know if it was from fear or excitement; I hoped it was a bit of both. “Hand or belt?”
”I… um…” He swallowed hard, but answered after a second. “Belt.”
”You sure?” I lifted his chin, forcing him to look at me. I was a little surprised, but I was happy with his choice. He looked like a scared bunny, but he nodded anyway; I had to give him props for his determination, if nothing else.
”Alright,” I said, taking my belt off and stepping back. “How many you think you can take?”
”I… I don’t know.”
”Okay… why don’t we start with ten, see how you handle that?”
”Okay,” he nodded, taking a deep breath and bracing himself.
”Count them for me.” I dragged the leather over his bare ass; his skin was like a porcelain doll, and I couldn’t wait to break it. I brought the belt down hard, the slap echoing in the room.
”One,” he gasped. I rubbed the already bright red spot with my hand for a moment, then brought the belt down again. “Two,” he whimpered.
We took it one lash at a time. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help letting some of the anger I was feeling pour into each strike. He’d come closer to hurting me than I’d let anyone in a long time, and I wanted to hate him for it. But he took it like a champ, and it made me a little proud. He really was a good slave; whether or not he was still my slave remained to be seen, but as I got my aggression out, I thought about it. He was still here, wasn’t he?
”Last one, baby,” I said softly, bringing the strap down harder than ever.
”Ten!” he choked out, blinking back a few tears. I rubbed the raw skin gently with one hand, and wiped away the tear rolling down his cheek with the other.
”Shh, it’s okay babe, you did it.” I tossed the belt aside and helped him collapse onto the bed. I sat down next to him, rubbing his back and kissing his shoulder. I wasn’t angry anymore; if he’d wanted out, he would’ve told me. He wanted this. I had to believe that.
”Now, what are you gonna do from now on?”
”Follow the rules,” he answered after a deep breath. I nodded, kissing his neck; I didn’t know where this affection was coming from, but I just wanted to make him feel better. The image of him laying there, naked, sweating and shaking, might’ve had something to do with it, too.
”Which one?”
”All of them… but especially the one about calling or texting you.” He inched closer to me, and I could feel the heat his body was throwing off in waves.
”Good,” I whispered, nipping at his ear. He whimpered again, scooting even closer.
”I guess I’m not… very good at being a sub yet…”
”That’s okay. Practice makes perfect.” I sat back on the bed, hands behind my head, and gave him a wink.
”I guess so.” He smiled, curling up against me, looking like a little kitten; I chuckled, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “What’s so funny?”
”Nothing.” I looked down at him and smiled. “It’s just funny how innocent you can look sometimes.” I leaned close, biting his bottom lip. “But I know better.”
”I… was that a compliment?” Tay asked, his cheeks turned almost as red as his ass.
”Maybe.”
”Then, um, thanks?” He smiled sheepishly, but I was paying more attention to biting his neck.
”So about that practice…” I peeled off my shirt and crawled over him, grinning; he watched me closely, with that nervous smile that told me he wanted it just as bad. I leaned down, dragging my tongue up his chest; he smelled like sweat and cologne, but he tasted fucking amazing. As he stared up at me, I kicked myself for ever doubting him. He was mine, probably more than he even knew. Taylor Hanson, my little slave.
”What would your brother say if he knew…”
Taylor
“W-what… why would you say that?” I stuttered out.
After the beating Scott had given me, which was both faster and full of more rage than I’d expected, neither my body nor my brain were really cooperating with me. I knew what he was implying, of course, but I didn’t know why he was implying it. He couldn’t have known what Zac and I did, could he? He couldn’t know that guilt was part of why I hadn’t kept in contact with him. Could he? Surely not.
Scott seemed untroubled, though. He just chuckled and nipped at my neck. “Well, he does seem awfully interested in how you spend your free time…”
“He’s just…” I sighed and turned my head away from Scott as I tried to think of a way to describe my brother that wouldn’t sound incriminating. “He’s just Zac. Thinks he’s my bodyguard or something.”
“Bodyguards usually don’t care who you fuck…” Scott nibbled on my neck, running his hand up and down my thigh.
I began to tremble, both because of Scott’s actions and the unsettling implications behind his words. “Yeah, well, this one knows I have a tendency to get into ill-advised relationships. N-not that this one is…”
To my relief, Scott just laughed. “Right. Nice save.”
“It’s not,” I replied, sighing. “I know it’s not. He just… thinks it is. Not that it’s any of his business.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think he was jealous.” Scott sat back on his heels and eyed me, a little smirk on his lips. As a bit of an afterthought, he added, “Not sure who of…”
“That’s just… no. It’s not like that at all.” I scowled, hoping I looked sufficiently outraged by what Scott was suggesting. It wasn’t like I didn’t find it appalling, but in light of what had had happened just a few days earlier on the bus… well, if Scott had had any clue about that, he wouldn’t just be making jokes about how strange my relationship with Zac was. I had been somewhat in control of that situation, and even I didn’t understand what had happened.
“Wouldn’t matter to me,” Scott replied, shrugging in a way I thought was far too casual for this conversation. He looked me up and down and added, “Not like he’s getting any of this anyway.”
“That… no. That’s sick.” I could only hope Scott didn’t notice the way I tripped over my words; it was sick, but it was also a lot more complicated than I could explain to him or even understand myself.
Scott stared blankly at me, his smirk fading away. “It’s pretty kinky, yeah, but I wouldn’t say sick…”
I stared back at him. I supposed, with the way he joked about it, I shouldn’t have been surprised that he could be so open minded. Still, I didn’t think he would be so nonchalant if he realized how close Zac and I had come to crossing some major lines, and so I had to keep denying. “Well it’s… it’s not happening, okay? Zac is weird, but it’s not… it’s not like that.”
“I never said it was…” Scott replied, eying me critically. Maybe I had gone too far in my denial.
“Well, you’re the one who mentioned Zac… said he seemed jealous or whatever…” I inched away from Scott, unable to stop myself from feeling and–I was sure–looking and sounding defensive.
Scott’s head tilted to the side, no doubt trying to figure out why I was acting so weird. As if to lighten the mood, he poked me in the side. “It was just a joke, Tay. Why you getting so sore over it?”
“I’m not, I’m just… I’m sorry. I guess the whole punishment thing has me… whatever.” I shrugged. It wasn’t much of an excuse, but it was the best I had, and truthfully I still wasn’t back to my normal self after taking Scott’s lashes.
He laid down next to me and wrapped an arm around me, his entire demeanor suddenly shifting to something more affectionate and comforting. “It’s okay, I get it. Just forget I said anything about Zac, alright? I’m the one here with you, not him.” As if to punctuate that statement, he kissed my shoulder.
I nodded and inched back toward him. “Yeah, I know… sorry if I’m acting weird about it…”
“It’s fine, baby. No harm done,” he replied, kissing my forehead. Softly, he added, “Not really that sick, though…”
I choose to ignore that statement, because I was in no condition to try to figure out what he meant by that. Instead, I decided just to enjoy being near him. I let my fingers run down his arm aimlessly; they eventually landed on his tattoo. Tracing the letters, I said, “I keep forgetting to ask… what’s this all about?”
“I am,” he replied, looking down at my hand on his arm. “It’s my sign motto.”
“Your… what?”
“My sign,” he repeated. “I’m an Aries.”
So it was an astrology thing; that made a little more sense, even if it was something I knew absolutely nothing about. After a moment’s thought, I replied, “Oh… I’m a Pisces, I think.”
“Yup,” Scott replied, nodding; of course he would know my sign, too. “You wanna know what your motto is?”
“Sure,” I replied, giving him a little smile. It was kind of cute to see him getting interested in something, anything.
He smiled back and kissed the center of my forehead. “I believe.”
“Oh,” I replied, smiling wider as I considered those two words. “I guess that fits me.”
“You ever think about getting inked?”
“Umm… sometimes. We had this thing with the band, these three lines we would draw on our arms. It was a thing. But not a very good tattoo, really.” A little softer, I added, “Plus my wife isn’t really a big fan of tattoos…”
Scot snorted. “Right… you obviously really care about what she thinks.”
“Well, she could see the tattoo. She can’t see this,” I replied. I chose to ignore the fact that she could see the collar just as easily as Zac did.
Scott seemed to think for a moment, then asked, “What about getting pierced?”
“What about it?” I asked. “Other than that it hurts.”
He smirked and pinched one of my nipples. “Pain can be good.”
I yelped. “Yeah, well, I’m not arguing with that.”
“Why don’t you get this pierced for me?” My nipple was still caught between his fingers, making it obvious what this was.
“Umm… I dunno, maybe. N-never really thought about that…”
“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear.” He pinched it again. “I want you to get pierced.”
“O-okay…” I whimpered both at the pinch and at the thought of how much worse getting pierced would feel. “Wouldn’t be the first time. I mean… first time for that piercing…”
“Oh?” Scott asked, actually seeming surprised by something I had said… for once.
I shrugged. “It was just my cartilage. I took it out, though.”
He snorted dismissively. “That’s nothing.”
“Well, they did it wrong or something, because it hurt like hell. I took it out once and couldn’t get it back in, so…” I felt myself blush a little, embarrassed that I had to justify taking out what was really a fairly minor piercing.
“Baby,” Scott mumbled, pulling me closer and laying back.
“What?” I asked, unsure if he was calling me a pet name or insulting me. Both seemed equally likely with him.
“You can handle this,” he said, slapping my still-sore ass, “but not a measly ear piercing?”
I winced at the slap. “Well, I mean… I didn’t really even know I was into that back then.”
“So when did you figure it out?”
“I guess, umm…” I tried to figure out how to explain it all without getting too far into my messy history. “I mean, I had some suspicions when I first started seeing… this one guy. And he was really into it, so I got to test that theory out.”
“Okay…” Scott nodded. “But what made you suspicious in the first place? Or did you wake up one morning and think ‘gee, I wonder if pain gets me off’?”
I gave him a scowl that he promptly ignored. “It was just like… a natural progression, I guess. I liked it a little rough, then a little rougher, then… you know, I just kept trying more and more kinky stuff, or whatever. I mean, nothing that kinky.”
“Right… nothing as kinky as messing around with your brother.”
“Of course nothing like that,” I replied, not meeting Scott’s eyes. Why did he keep coming back to that? What was so funny to him about the idea of Zac and I messing around? Did he really suspect that something had happened between us? Then again… something had, though perhaps not at all what Scott imagined.
“Still so innocent…” Scott mumbled, chuckling a little under his breath.
I pouted, thinking of the stories Scott had told me the night we met. “Sorry I’m not as wild as you. I had to settle down pretty young, you know.”
To my surprise, Scott gave me a look of genuine sadness… even sympathy. “It’s a shitty hand you were dealt, I’ll give you that…”
“I’m used to it,” I replied, shrugging. It was a more lackluster response than I usually gave, having been conditioned to put on a brave face and pretend I was perfectly happy being a father of five at my age, but it still didn’t say all that I really felt about my marriage and life.
“You don’t have to just take it, you know.”
“Don’t I?” I asked.
“Hello no,” Scott replied, sitting up and staring incredulously down at me, like my nonchalance about my circumstances genuinely offended him. “Lemme ask you this. How much of your time is spent on you?”
I stared blankly at him. “What’s less than none?”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”
“What do you expect?” I asked. “A wife, five kids, a band, a record label… By the time I take care of all that, there’s nothing left for me.”
“You know, the world’s not gonna implode if you take off for a couple hours.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” I shot back semi-seriously. For so long, I had had to be in control. I had to do everything, whether I wanted to or not, because shit had to get done. The idea of not doing that… well, it was still a little scary.
“Sure enough,” Scott replied, chuckling. “You gotta take care of yourself, otherwise you’re no good to anyone.”
“I never really thought of it that way…” I frowned, hating how I sounded. I had always just taken for granted that I would be fine. I had too many other responsibilities; my own health and happiness took a backseat and I just accepted that as the way it had to be. What if Scott was right?
“Basic laws of nature, ya know? It’s like on the planes, when they tell you to put the oxygen mask on yourself first, then your kids.”
I sighed. “I know you’re right, it’s just… no, you’re just right, and I suck.”
“Yeah, you do,” he replied, laughing a little as he reached down to touch my lips. “But not because of that.”
I blushed and rolled my eyes at his innuendo. “Thanks?”
“Okay, why don’t we add that to the list, huh?” Scott asked, his face turning serious. “Every day, I want you to take some time for yourself. Go watch a movie, get a massage, have a beer. Whatever.”
I frowned as I tried to imagine how that would work out on tour. But while I might not mind earning a few punishments for disobeying his rules, Scott did have a point. “I… I guess I can do that. I mean… I’ll do it.”
“Good.” He gave a short nod. “Trust me, when you stop giving a crap about what everyone else expects, life gets a whole lot easier.”
I wanted to say that was easier for him than for me, since he was a lot farther from the spotlight than I was, but I didn’t see that statement going over well. Instead, I replied, “I’ve always wanted to be like that, but it just… never really worked out that way.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re a sub, silly,” Scott replied, giving me a nudge.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” And I did know. I had always known my greatest flaw was caring more about others’ needs and feelings than my own.
“Hey, nothing wrong with that.” He kissed my nose. “Where would I be without you?”
“California?” I offered, grinning.
“Yeah, but I’d be having a lot less fun.” To punctuate that statement, he bit my shoulder.
“Yeah…” I whimpered. “I guess the same goes for me.”
In response to that, he sunk his teeth into my neck and slid his hand down to wrap around my dick. I wasn’t all that hard, but Scott was quickly fixing that for me…