Supply and Demand

Supply and Demand

Chapter 4

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to Lisa for betaing, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Also I have no real experience with BDSM so if I make any errors sorry. I did some research though.

Carlos's P.O.V.:

The next day I found myself at school.

I sat with my friends at lunch. Jessica and Tommy sat next to one another, hand in hand. I was not bothered by it. Stuff like this happens all the time. Someone is together for awhile, they break up, a few days later they are with someone else. It was a common occurrence.

You don't make a big deal out of it, you move on and find a new piece of tail too cling to, simple as that.

We sat outside the cafeteria. There was a large courtyard littered with tables. We sat at the top of a hill; below us are three more levels. Our level was the smallest, as you went down the stairs the levels got largest with the last being the largest.

The last level led to the theater that was used for outdoor plays and stuff. I saw Alex on the third level eating with a small group I assumed were his friends.

We were talking about the usual; football, partying, movies, games. It was so weird too be sitting here with them. Here the guys are talking about Halo, while I think about last night when I helped a man fuck his wife.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell. Alex had given it to me before school started. He said he would pay for it; he said I would need it so he could call me and tell me about jobs.

I sent him a text asking him what he was doing.

From below, I saw him reach into his pocket and pull out his cell. I saw him read the message and grin. A moment later I got a reply.

'Hanging out. You?'

'Same, want to come sit with us?'

Before I could send it the phone was snatched out of my hands.

"Holy shit, guys Carlos has a cell!" Chris exclaimed.

Chris was a white boy. And a beach bum; he had curly blonde hair and blue eyes and a slim swimmers build. When he wasn't practicing for the games he was surfing the waves. He was the most laid back of my friends, he also like too party a lot.

"Give it back man," I said trying to grab it.

Chris tossed the phone to Dustin. Dustin was black; he stood at six foot two and had short curly, black hair. "Who you texting?" he asked.

"Come on give it back," I said.

"Alex Kingston? Who the hell is that?" Dustin asked.

"He's that kid," Lindy one of Jessica's friends said pointing to Alex who was oblivious to us.

"What are you texting him for?" Chris asked.

"Because I work for him now," I said.

"I thought you were working over at McDonalds?" Jessica asked.

"I quit. I work for Alex and his dad now."

"What do they do?"

"They remove trash that people need moved, or they clean yards. It's better money then what I was getting over at McDonalds," I said.

"Dude, you are such a cliché, first McDonalds now this? You are hispanic, you are making people think the old stereotype is true," Chris said.

"I don't care, I need the money," I said.

Dustin handed me my phone back. "Why are you asking him to come sit up here?"

"Because I figured maybe since we were going to be working together…"

"Dude, no. You can't be seen with him," Chris said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You and Alex are from way different circles. I mean people see you with him, it will hurt your rep."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Just ignore Chris; he is being a dick," Jessica said rolling her eyes at Chris.

"Dude, you know his old man got a gambling problem?"

"So?"

"So, his dad is always cheating people out on shit he sells on Craig's list. You hang out with him people are going to think you are helping him."

"He's a cool guy Chris; I owe him a lot for getting me this job."

"I think it's nice of you to be friends with him Carlos," Jessica said.

"You're just saying that because you were his girl," Chris said.

"No, I am saying that because it is true, asshole," Jessica threw at him.

"Come on Jess, easy now," Tommy said laying a hand on her shoulder.

"I think it's nice of you to be friends with him too," Peter said.

"That's because you are a Saint Peter," Dustin said nudging him playfully.

Peter, or St. Peter as he was called, was one of our best players. He was taller than me; about six foot seven, he had black hair and grey eyes. He had really pale skin despite living in California. He weighed about two hundred and eighty pounds, all of it muscle. He was bigger than me, more buff. He had a square jaw, and strong cheek bones. Peter's parents were immigrants from Russia, so he had a strong Russian accent. We called him St. Peter because he was the nicest, most straight laced guy I knew. Also, he was the only guy on the team who was still a virgin.

"I am saying this because it is true, just because we are different social circles doesn't mean we can't have friends out of the circle," Peter said with a shrug.

Kitch, who was sitting next to me, just shrugged. "Carlos can have friends; it's his life." Kitch was six foot four, Asian with Korean, Japanese, and American heritage. He had short, cut black hair he kept spiked up and high cheekbones. He was the slimmest of us all; he was on the track team and was the best runner on our team.

Like Peter, he was more level headed than Chris or Dustin. Unlike Peter, he didn't get as embarrassed or flustered as easily and always kept his composure.

"Fine, invite the little gleetover." Chris said rolling his eyes.

I dialed his number on my cell. I saw him look at his cell, then at me. He answered and looked at me as he talked. "What?"

"Come hang out with us," I said.

"What?" he asked looking surprised.

"Get your bony ass up here," I said waving him up.

"I am not bony," he said frowning at me.

"Yeah, sure. Just come up here," I said.

I hung up and watched as he grabbed his tray and walked up the steps. I saw some people watching him curiously as he made his way to our table.

I moved over, offering him a seat. "Thanks," he said.

He looked a little nervous. Like I said before, Alex was not one of the cool kids; he was one of those people that avoided being put in a category. I guess you could call him normal. He wasn't way into something like music, sports, computers, or anything most of the other cliques were. Now to be sitting with my group, he must feel like a fish out of water.

"Guys, this is Alex. Alex this is Linda, Jessica, Tommy, Chris, Kitch, Peter, and Dustin," I said introducing him to everyone.

"Hi," he said.

"So you helped Carlos get a new job, huh?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, my dad decided to find a new job and I knew Carlos might need one so I asked him if he wanted it and he said yes. I convinced dad to let him join, I could use the help," Alex said.

"I need a job, can I work for you?" Dustin asked.

Alex glanced at me, than looked at Dustin. "Sorry, dad only wants two of us working."

"Damn, my old man is on my back about finding something to do," Dustin said.

"McDonalds is hiring," I said.

"Fuck you Carlos, I ain't working at McDonalds," Dustin said.

We continued to eat and talk. I showed off my new cell phone to everyone, I never had a cell before, we couldn't afford one, but now I had one. I could call my friends; send texts and pictures, all the things everyone else could do. Alex had no idea how much I appreciated this. It helped me feel more normal and not so poor to have a cell. Now I didn't have to feel like the odd man out.

No one made much conversation with Alex; Peter and Jessica were nice enough to ask his opinions about stuff and whatnot, but I could tell the others were dismissive of him, and I was starting to feel bad about having him join us.

The bell rang and everyone got up to head for class. I stayed behind to talk to Alex and told the others I would catch up to them later.

"Sorry about that," I said. "I saw you down there and thought you might like it up here."

Alex shrugged. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, right?"

"So…any more jobs?" I asked.

He smiled. "Why yes; right after your meeting with Rebecca. Claire and Alaric recommended you to a friend who has a fantasy she wants to try out."

"What kind of fantasy?" I asked.

"Well, you play the innocent bible seller who knocks on her door hoping to sell her God's books, but instead she seduces you."

I stared at him blankly. "What?"

"I know it's…." He struggled to find the words.

"Sinful, blasphemous, heretical," I offered.

"No, that is our job. After your little lesson on BDSM, we have to stop by that costume place Uncle Rufus mentioned. I already ordered you a suit and it's waiting to be picked up," he said.

"How much?" I asked.

"Two thousand five hundred."

"Just like last time."

"Yep. All you have to do is pretend to be an innocent, God loving bible thumper who is going to be corrupted by a horny woman. Sounds easy enough."

"What is her name?" I asked.

"Karen. Her husband is a pastor at the local church."

"Seriously?"

"Hey she has a thing for church-goers I guess."

"I am so going to hell for this," I said with a sigh.

"We were going anyway, might as well go down with style."

That's true.

"Well better get to class. Listen, thanks for letting me sit with you today. I really appreciate that," he said.

"Hey, no problem. I mean I figure since we are working together we should be friends."

"Nice to know we can have some normal relationship through all this," he said.

I laughed. "Yeah. Who says whores and their pimps can't be friends?"

Alex's P.O.V

Carlos sure did throw me through a loop today.

I was not expecting him to ask me to join him and his friends at lunch. It was nice of him to do that. I admit I was out of my league; I had nothing in common with any of them. I could tell that only Jessica and Peter cared enough to at least try and be nice, the others acted like I wasn't even there.

I still appreciated what he did though.

After school I met with Carlos at his house. Hoped to God his mom didn't invite me in. She was a wonderful lady. But I just could not help but feel a little sick when I was around her. She was so sweet and nice to me, but the whole pimping out her son made me feel so fucking guilty around her.

To my luck, Carlos came out of his house and jumped in my car and I drove him over to Uncle Rufus's place.

We parked outside the apartment building and took the elevator to his apartment at the top. I knocked on the door and Uncle Rufus answered. "Bout time you got your cracker ass here. I'm a very busy man you know," he growled.

"Busy doing what?" I asked with a raised brow.

"You know…stuff….get your ass's in here."

We walked in and headed for the living room. Rebecca was sitting in there as well.

I had met Rebecca before. She was five foot eight, long, creamy white legs, curly red hair, pale skin with some freckles around her green eyes. Her face was triangular and she had dimples around her cheeks. All in all, a very pretty woman.

Rebecca was a college student earning her masters in therapy and human psyche. She wanted to be a therapist and was taking all the necessary classes. Unlike some of Rufus's other workers she wasn't doing it for the money; she enjoyed the life of a dominatrix and it helped her with her studies in sex therapy.

She figured if she can get paid from learning something, why the hell not?

"Alex," she said with a heartwarming smile.

She got up and kissed me on the left cheek then my right. Funny thing about her is you would never think of her as the type to be into BDSM. She was so sweet and tender hearted, she always spoke so softly, the idea of her spanking someone or barking orders at them seemed ludicrous.

"Hello Rebecca," I said kissing her hand.

"Rebecca this here is the one I want you to give lessons to," Rufus said jerking a thumb at Carlos.

Rebecca eyed Carlos; she smirked and walked over to him. She began to circle him, looking him up and down. Finally she stuck out her hand. "Hello, I'm Rebecca."

Carlos took her hand and shook it. "Alejandro," he said.

"What is your real name?" she asked.

Carlos looked at me and I nodded, letting him know it was okay to tell her.

"Carlos Santiago," he said.

They shook hands. "Good grip." She let go of his hand and walked forward until they were pressed against one another. I saw her reach behind and cup his ass. "Nice, firm body."

She pushed her hands under his shirt, her hands trailed up his chest and she pinched his nipples and he jumped. "Good reaction too. I can teach him a few things."

I watched as Carlos smiled at her, I could tell he was getting into it. Problem was, so was I. Seeing him get his nipples pinched made something in me twitch. I got this image in my head of me on top of him doing that to him. I started to get a hard on and did my best to try and compose myself.

"Take him down to your apartment and teach him, I need to talk to Alex here," Rufus said patting my arm.

Rebecca looked at me and smiled. "Really Alex? You as a pimp? I would have never pegged you as one."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," I said.

"I will bring him back when I am done with him," she said.

"You only have two hours," I said.

That Karen woman wanted us over before her husband got back from work.

"Two hours?" she shook her head. "So many things so little time, come."

She took Carlos's hand and led him out of Rufus's apartment. Carlos seemed a little eager to go with her; I guess that nipple pinching did more for him than he thought. Got to remember that.

No, I can't be having thoughts like that. That would only lead to a disaster. Carlos was not gay, he was my worker I was his pimp. I can't be having thoughts like this; I need to get my shit together. There was no way him and I would ever be an item.

"Want something to drink?" Rufus asked.

"No thanks Uncle Rufus," I said.

We sat down; me on the couch and him in his old worn down chair.

"So, how long have you have a hard on for him?" Rufus asked suddenly.

"What?" I said.

"I saw the look on your face when she tweaked his nips. I thought you were about to cream yourself boy."

"Shit, was I that obvious?" I asked sullenly.

"Maybe not to the untrained eye, but I have been in this business since before you were sucking on your ma ma's titties. I know lust when I see it. You cannot be having feelings for your workers boy, I thought you knew that," he said sternly.

"Can you blame me? He's gorgeous," I said.

"As a pimp I admit he's a fine piece of ass but he is not for you Alex. You start getting feelings and attachments to that boy and it could ruin your chances of getting the money you need."

"I know, I know," I said.

"You can be friends with him, but the two of you cannot be in a relationship. Could you date a guy and sell him?"

"No," I sighed.

"When all your debts are paid off and you have no more need for this job, maybe then, but not before. Stakes are too high and you need to keep your heart out of this."

"I will. But how am I going to keep him in the business Uncle Rufus? He is only doing this until he can get the money he needs to help pay all his bills. What if he quits before I get the money I need?"

Rufus rubbed his chin with his thumb and finger. Thinking. "Well that's easy; you got to pamper his ass."

"You just said not to get attached," I said.

"Stupid cracker, you want that boy to stick by you, you got to tap into his greed, you got to show him the sweet life he can have as a whore."

"I'm not following."

"Gifts!" he growled. "Presents, trinkets, nice shiny shit, anything that hits his fancy. Give him material things he craves but could not obtain normally. Real fancy shit you know? Give him a taste of the things he could have if he keeps making money. Make him want to continue to hook himself out for all the pretty shit in life. Cars, clothe's, watches. Big screen TV's all that."

"I got him a cell today," I said.

"There you go. Did he love it?"

"Yeah, he never had a cell before, he couldn't afford it and I figured it would be useful to have. All his friends were impressed with it."

"See. Any good pimp knows you got to spoil their bitch a little to keep them happy. I am buying shit for all my workers all the time."

Rufus was right. All I had to do was string Carlos along with expensive things. Stuff he couldn't afford normally. Stuff his friends had but he didn't. I remember how he beamed as his friends checked out his new cell phone.

I had to wonder what he must feel like being so poor and yet hanging out with people who could afford the finer things in life. How would he feel if he started showing up at school with clothes that weren't faded or torn? Or with a fancy new watch or even a new truck to replace that piece of crap he had?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized it would be easy.

"Thanks Uncle Rufus, I needed that," I said.

"Anything to help; Rossini is a dangerous man Alex, I will help any way I can."

Carlos's P.O.V.:

I lied down on Rebecca's bed. She straddled my lap, grinding her ass into my lap in a pleasurable way.

"You ever do anything like this?" she asked.

"No," I said.

I was sure looking forward to learning though. Rebecca was one hell of a knock-out. I was looking forward to this a lot.

"First thing about the scene is that people think it is all about dressing up in tight leather and whipping people. This is a common view on BDSM. The leather and whips are only a small part of it. You don't need the leather for it or the whips."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs that were padded.

"In truth BDSM is a very complicated system, but at its core it is about freedom and trust. The freedom one obtains when all caution is thrown to the wind, the trust that comes when you put your safety and well being into the hands of another."

"So it's not just about being called a maggot and being bled?" I asked.

"Like I said BDSM is complicated, like sex it has many forms of pleasure, practicing BDSM does not mean you have to cause pain. Some prefer to be degraded, some enjoy being bled. First, we shall start with the basics. I am your mistress and you are my slave, I will handcuff you now. This is where the trust comes in. Can you trust me to not hurt you more than what you want? Can you trust me enough to give up control?"

"Yes, I trust you," I said.

It wasn't like she was going to kill me. This was all a lesson.

She cuffed my hands to the head of the bed; I tested them out andI could not break the bed post no matter how hard I tried.

"Now before we begin we need a safe word."

"Safe word?"

"BDSM is all about trust right? It is also about pleasure, but everyone has a limit for pain or pleasure. When the bottom or submissive reaches that point, they say a word to let the top or dominant know to stop. No matter what, once the bottom says the safe word, they immediately stop what they're doing and the bottom is given a moment to catch their breath."

She ran her hand along my chest sensually and grabbed my throat.

"Now, let's say you are a submissive who likes to be choked. What if you start to feel light- headed?" She gently squeezed my throat. "Or what if it gets to painful? Then you say the safe word and the dominant backs off and you catch your breath."

She let go of my throat.

"But how can you trust them to let go?" I asked.

"Exactly," she said with a smile.

"But…that doesn't make sense? Why trust someone who might kill you? Why risk it?" I asked.

"Why do people do dangerous sports? Why do they risk their lives to climb mountains? Why do boxers beat the hell out of one another?" she asked. "It is for the thrill; that rush of adrenaline gained from danger and the unknown."

"So what should the safe word be?" I asked.

"Let's keep it simple, how about stop?"

"Okay, I feel uncomfortable I say stop, got it," I said.

"Good. Now from now on you will call me mistress, or Mistress Rebecca, understand?"

I nodded.

"Good."

She got up and walked over to her closet. She opened it up and began to disrobe. I watched as she took her shirt, bra, pants, panties, socks; all of it off. She turned her head to look behind and smile at me.

I shifted, seeing her naked backside was making me a little hard. My pants began to grow a little tight as my cock swelled to life.

She reached in her closet and pulled out a leather thong attached by two metal rings and put it on. Next she put on two silk opera gloves. Next she put on a leather bra and a simple black party mask. Then she pulled out a leather strap and bound her hair in a pony tail.

She turned to face me, and the bulge in my pants grew bigger. She looked so fucking hot right then; I wanted to fuck her bad.

She slowly walked over and stood over me.

"What do you want slave?" she asked her voice firm and demanding.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

She reached her hand down and firmly slapped my cheek. It didn't hurt; it was the kind of slap you give someone to make them shut up.

"You dare ask for such a thing from me? This is not about you slave, this is about what I want." She bent down and kissed me, her tongue invaded my mouth and I kissed her back. She pulled back. "You want pleasure?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Well too bad, I am not going to fuck you."

"Oh come on," I said huskily.

Once again she slapped me firmly, this time on the other cheek.

"Know your place slave. You have done nothing to deserve me. You want to fuck me? You need to earn it."

"How?"

"How mistress," she said.

"How mistress," I repeated.

Her hand moved to my chest and trailed to my pants. She felt the bulge in my pants, rubbing my cock, making it harder with her sweet touch.

"You want to cum?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Then I will make you cum."

She moved to the foot of the bed, she unbuttoned my pants and unzipped me. I lifted my hips up so she could pull them down more easily. She looked at my half erect dick and I saw her eyes widen a little.

"My, my, the slave is well endowed." She reached out a hand and grasped it. The silk of her glove felt great against my skin. Soon my dick was at its full twelve inch length.

"Mmm, mistress likes," she purred.

She used her other hand and cupped my ball sac. Her fingers tickled it and the sensation of her gloved fingers caressing the sac felt wonderful.

She pulled back, I watched her curious, as to why she stopped. She walked over to her drawer and pulled something out. She walked back to the foot of the bed and wrapped something around the base of my prick.

She wrapped it tight around my dick, trapping the blood.

"Mistress?" I asked.

"This my little slave, is called a cock ring. It is used to help teach little subs like you to keep your dicks hard."

She backed up and pulled her thong off and trailed a finger over her pussy. "It has many other uses of course. Now shut up and watch. If you so much as moan, I'll tighten that fucker until it falls off, got it?"

"Yes mistress," I said.

"Good boy."

She pulled her left breast out and played with it while she used her free hand to play with her pussy.

Her fingers trailed over her snatch, rubbing her lips. She brought her hand up to her mouth and using her mouth she took off her glove, her fingers went back to her vagina and she pushed a single finger in.

The sight of her playing with herself was so erotic. I kept moving my hips, trying to get comfortable but the cock ring made that difficult. My dick was starting to turn purple from lack of blood.

It hurt a little, but at the same time it felt good as well; the lack of blood flow caused my dick to grow thicker than I thought it could.

Rebecca added two fingers in this time. "Does the slave like what he sees?" she asked.

"Yes mistress," I said.

"Should we take of the ring? Give that monster cock of yours some air?"

"Yes."

The pain had increased a little; my cock had turned more purple and even thicker than before. I still felt shots of pleasure but the pain had mixed in too. I had never felt anything like it before; it was intense, it was wonderful. But it was getting to be too much and I needed to get the ring off now.

She stepped forward and took the ring off. The second she loosened its grip on me I grunted. Blood went rushing into my dick; the purple vanished replaced by a pinkish red. My cock was still swollen, but now I could feel how swollen. The lack of blood had caused it to feel numb, but now with the flow of blood, the sensation of my blood filling my engorged dick was beyond amazing.

I gripped the headboard of the bed tightly and I hissed in pleasure. It felt like I was cumming only much, much better, which I didn't think was possible.

I looked back down at my cock; it was still slightly swollen, but was a bit more red from the blood rush.

"How does it feel, slave?" Rebecca asked.

"It feels amazing mistress," I said.

"Do you want more?" she asked.

"Yes! God yes!" I said eagerly.

She smiled. "Such a little boy at heart, so eager to play."

She took off her other opera glove, and using both hands she lightly gripped my cock. I gasped when she did; it felt so sensitive. Her grip was gentle yet felt like iron.

She began to slowly jack me off. When a bead of pre-cum leaked from my head she licked it off. "Mmm; so sweet. Give me more, slave. Give it all," she said making it an order.

I thrust my hips up and down, making her jack me off faster. The feeling of those soft creamy hands rubbing my sensitive dick, and the sight of her licking my pre-cum whenever it leaked out threw me over the edge.

"Mistress I'm cumming!" I shouted.

"That's right, give it all to mistress!" she said eagerly.

I thrust my hips forward, I felt my balls tighten and I shot eight, thick, whole loads out. For me cumming was always a bit messy because I had a lot to shoot. By the time my cock was spent, my stomach was covered in jizz. Rebecca's face and chest was covered as well.

I was breathing hard; that was the best orgasm I have ever had and I didn't even fuck her.

"Jesus, you're like a fire hose," Rebecca said.

"Sorry for the mess mistress," I said gasping for air.

She smiled. She licked her lips, licking semen off them. "It's okay. Should have known with a package like yours."

She went over to her drawer and pulled out a box of napkins and wiped off my stomach. Then she cleaned as much of her chest and mouth and undid the cuffs.

"That was fucking amazing!" I said.

"It gets better," she said.

"Really?" I said amazed.

"Yes, dominating someone is a thrill as well. You know that possessive feeling in the back of your head you have when you are fucking someone? Well for dominants we take it a step further when we top someone. We make them crave us, we make them want us, we make them love the things we do to them to enflame that instinct."

She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth and I kissed her back.

"But the truth is in BDSM the bottom is the one with the power. Because no matter how intense things get, no matter how awesome the dominant feels, once the bottom says stop, they must stop. It is what makes BDSM so fun; the thrill of the unknown, but the trust you can put your safety and welfare in another's hands and when you say stop it all stops. They need one another; the top and the bottom, but the bottom always has control, no matter if they are tied up or not, once they give the signal the game stops. Understand?"

I nodded.

"When the time comes for you to dominate a woman you must remember these facts. Just now I could have ignored your plea to remove the cock ring. I could have left it on and left your cock starved for blood until there was nothing but pain. But when you said to remove I,t I did."

I had not considered the fact she could have left it on. She was right. I could still have the thing on me and I could have been crying in pain as my poor dick was starved for oxygen. Strangely, the fact made me feel excited.

"How long before I can start dominating?" I asked.

The idea of tying women up and making them beg for me made me eager to get to work. I remember my night with Caroline and how I made her beg for my dick, I remember the dark pleasure it brought me to watch her squirm for my cock.

"A few more lessons. This was just to give you a taste of the scene and for me to get a feel of you."

I stood up and pulled up my pants. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I had to find out if you were a dom, a sub, or a switch."

"Switch?"

"It's a term to describe a bisexual, or in BDSM a switch is someone who likes to dominate and be dominated. The purpose was to see how far you were willing to be dominated so I could see how far you would like it. Pure dominants would have never allowed this to happen. But I do not think you are a pure dominant, nor are you a real switch. I had to keep reminding you to call me mistress and you did not like being slapped did you?"

"No; kind of pissed me off," I said.

"I think you are a dominant. I think you would enjoy some things from being a bottom like the tying up bit but I don't think you would enjoy the things like being spanked or degraded."

"Tying up I wouldn't mind, but I wouldn't like being degraded or hurt at all," I agreed.

"Good, now I know what to do for our next meeting," she said. "Our next meeting I will bring a friend and I will teach you how to dominate her."

My cock twitched in anticipation. "I can't wait," I said.

She trailed her hand down my cheek. "Oh yeah, I can see it in your eyes. You are a dom alright. With your size and strength you are going to be a real treat for the subs."

She cleaned up and got dressed. I made sure I didn't have any more cum on me and we went back up to Rufus's apartment.

Rufus and Alex were talking when we got back. "Have fun?" Alex asked me with a grin.

"Dude, freaking awesome," I said with a smile.

We made arrangements for another lesson which I was eager to learn. We left to head to the costume shop. I was telling Alex everything.

"A cock ring? Did it hurt?" he asked as he drove.

"No, it felt good; my dick actually swelled larger than I thought it could. It started to hurt after a while."

"Thicker?" Alex asked his eyes widening a little.

"I know, can you believe it?" She says I am a dominant though, so next time she will be bringing a girl in to help teach me how to top."

"You sound eager."

"I am. I had a few fantasies where I tie up a girl but never had the balls to ask any of my girlfriends. Now I am being taught to do it professionally, what's not to love about it? You should try it out Alex; Rebecca really knows what she is doing."

Alex smiled but it didn't quit reach his eyes. "I doubt she can train me; Rebecca isn't the right type."

I pondered what he meant, but before I could ask any further, the sound of cop sirens wailed behind us. Alex glanced in the rearview mirror and his lips curled into a snarl.

"What is it?" I asked surprised to see such an aggressive look on his face.

"It's her," he said.

Fusedtwilight: Who is the she Alex mentions? Stay tuned for the next chap and please review.