In light of the upcoming story
featuring Lucca and Carl I thought I'd post a bit of a "side story" with
you about the two of them. This is part of a short I did with a friend:
Seth. You'll see him from time to time posting on the blog.
I don't know how much of this short
I'll post, it's going to depend upon the readership. If there's no
interest, I'll leave this as it is, and at some point it'll be released
in its entirety in the near future. I just wanted to give you a basic
taste of these two "Doms" when they were younger, back when Lucca was
finding who he was with the help of Carl.
Enjoy, and let us know what you think.
Michele & Seth
Carl returned to Lucca’s favorite leather bar,
Kinks, , determined to find that brat he’d told to stay home. That
stubborn boy never listened. Ever. Lucca had an agenda of his own, that was for
damn sure, and he never used the thinking side of his brain when he went out on
these agenda-driven missions. Infuriating. That Italian beauty managed to wake
Carl’s Dom side with a fever he hadn’t felt in a long time. And damned if he
could squash those feelings.
Unfortunately for Carl, an hour later, Lucca was nowhere to
be found. Carl searched Kinks,
only
leaving when the club owner informed him that Lucca hadn’t been in since
the
week before. Carl looked at his watch, and phoned his best friend Torro.
He had a very missing boy on his hands, and that certain alluring brat
needed to be taught a lesson. And now that Carl had some free time on
his
hands, he decided to expand his horizons and visit a few BDSM clubs in
downtown
Tucson.
Since meeting Lucca and taking him on as his sub full time,
he’d tried unsuccessfully to get that boy out of the clubs; it was a losing
battle. In Carl’s mind’s eye, he kept seeing those eyes and those lovely, plump
lips that were made to suck and to be sucked on. The very image of the boy on
his knees, taking a cock down his throat, a cock that did not belong to Carl,
was almost Carl’s undoing. He took a deep breath and looked at the patrons at
the bar, but so far, none of the men there matched the vision that was etched
in his mind. Carl looked at the red light and tapped the steering wheel
impatiently, his mind going a mile a minute. “Lucca, boy you are in some deep
trouble,” he mumbled as his phone lit up warning him of an incoming call.
“Yeah?” His brow rasied, a small smile played over his lips
and he said, “Give me twenty minutes.”
“Dreads,” Carl said to himself, looking for the neon red flashing
sign. So, this is where his brat ended up at. He turned off the engine of the
Jag and opened the door. His eyes swept the building, the near to full parking
lot, and the area around it. Nodding his head, he slipped his keys into the
front pocket of his jeans. With a sigh he said, “Sounds about right.” He walked
to the front door with a purpose, flashed his exclusive membership card, which
allowed him access to any BDSM club in the state of Colorado, and headed right
to the heart of the place.
Several of the members
nodded and bid him a good evening. He merely nodded in response, ignoring the
eyes of several of the submissive men and boys who vied for his attention. His
reputation as a Dom in the city was well known, especially after the times he
and Lucca had played publicly to help the boy overcome his anxiety over trust.
One look from him and the pathway cleared, giving him access to the main hall,
where he was told by the front man that a scene of special interest would be
taking place. He found several men of all ages standing in front of a display
window, their eyes gazed over and watching the two people inside.
Two men stood with
their backs facing the large window, discussing, what Carl guessed, was a scene
they were to take part in. The older, balding, slightly overweight man briefly
turned to look at something in the room, and Carl cringed. His blood boiled; rage coursed through his
system. He took a breath to calm himself, for entering that room could prove
fatal for all involved if he went in without control.
Lucca never even
looked around. His eyes were focused downward, but Carl knew that boy was being
anything but the submissive the other so-called Dom thought him to be. To
Lucca, this was a game, a test of sorts, and Carl was tired of them.
Carl stormed in the
door, shocking not only the Dom, but also the young man who was supposed to be
at home. He looked at the other man, with a scowl on his face, and said, “What
do you think you’re doing?”
The man coughed and
glared at him. “What am I doing? I should think it would be the other way
around. What the hell is your problem? This is my room at the moment, my scene,
and you weren’t invited. See yourself out, immediately, before I call
security.”
Carl wasn’t paying the
man any attention; his eyes, his thoughts all centered on the young man staring
at him in what Carl could only define as fear, shock, and satisfaction. “You
misunderstood me. This young man here is mine. He is not in a position to
accept anything from anyone without my permission, and I did not, under any
circumstance, give my permission. Remove yourself from this room at once.” Carl
ignored the small gasp he heard coming from the boy, and looked right into
baldy’s eyes.
“Now wait just one
moment. I know for a fact that this slut has no Master.”
“Are you sure about
that?” Carl let what he said sink in, he stared at the other man and with a
smirk he said, “I beg to differ. Now, you leave here while I have a talk with
my sub about his actions with you here this evening.” Carl looked at his charge
and said, “Where are you supposed to be right about now?”
“Sir?” The quiet,
innocent reply came. Innocent my ass,
Carl thought.
“Present.” Carl looked
scornfully at him. “That’s ten for disobedience. The longer you stand there,
the more marks I’ll add, and believe me, young man, it will be anything but
pleasant.” He glared his eyes unblinking. “Drop that innocent act, boy.”
The younger man
blushed, dropped to his knees, and bowed his head. “Yes, Sir.”
Carl reached a steady
hand out and placed it on top of the dark head. “If you ever disappear on me
again and leave me no clues as to your whereabouts, you’ll be sorrier than
ever. Understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,
but I was upset when you refused to talk to…”
“That’s ten more for
speaking out of line. I required a yes or no, not an explanation.” Carl walked
away from him and stood inches from baldy, who watched them with distaste.
“He’s my boy and if you ever make an advance on him again, I’ll not only have
your membership, I’ll have your ass in a sling.” He moved in closer and peered into
those beady eyes. “I know who and what you are, and you do not scare me in the
least. He is not a part of the circuit and never will be. And you damn well
know it. Got it?”
The man’s nostrils
flared; his face turned red, and he opened his mouth, snapped it shut, and then
took a step back before saying, “You can’t do…”
“Oh,”
Carl said,
walking closer to the other man. “I can. The regulations plainly state
that it
is against the rules to interact with another man’s sub, and/or slave,
without
permission from both parties. I did not give you permission. And I damn
sure
did not give my boy permission. And between you and I, regulations or
not, I would kill you for this. Now, if you’ll kindly excuse yourself
from this
room, I have work to do.”
“I shall call…”
Carl waved him away,
like he would a bothersome insect, and turned his attention to his kneeling
boy. “You do that. Just go away at once. Ciao.”
The man huffed.
“Perhaps you need to brand the little bitch so others will know he’s not the
unclaimed whore he plays himself off to be.” The other man looked once more at
the kneeling boy, shook his head in anger, and promptly left the room, leaving
the door open in his wake.
If
you'd like to see more, leave a comment and I'll get it posted between
the others blogs. And they by the way are out of town training again.
All of them this time.
