Todd was proud of himself. He was proud for finding the courage to go out in public. And not just any kind of public, but a bdsm bar. It had been ages since he had been out, but his therapist had suggested dipping his toes back in the dating pool. Granted, his therapist didn't know that he was so invested in the bdsm world, before. But his therapist was aware of his abusive last relationship where things went too far...
Todd was using his safeword, but Master was not listening,. Master was still whipping him, causing him to bleed. Todd was begging him to stop, begging as Master topped him, and entered him raw, ignoring Todd's screams of pain.
Todd shooks his head as he navigated the room and asked for a dry martini. Something standard. He saw a person watching him, and glanced back. The person looked like a dominate. He had a take charge kind of attitude. And looked almost mysterious. The kind of "bad boy" that Todd would normally have asked out, but he didn.t He wasn't sure how ready he was before that happened. He went to hide in his corner.
Mark stood there, at the bar, checking out the young man. The young man seemed skittish. Was he a newbie to this bar? Or to bdsm? Mark felt intrigued as he sipped his drink. He had been getting bored, and it was a while since he brought home a new slave. He was feeling curious...Slowly he went to the young man-who had backed into a corner, almost like a scared little rabbit. Mark's heart went out to him. As a buisness man Mark had learned a long time ago to stop caring about people in general. But he felt angry that this young, almost kid, was so scared of everything. He was aware, then, that this was NOT the young man's first time.
"What did that last master do to you?" Mark hissed to himself. He walked up to the boy.
"What's your name, son?"
The boy looked at him, startled,
"I...Todd. My name is Todd."
"I'm Mark," Mark told him. "You don't need to be so afraid, Todd. I don't bite..hard." He cursed at that last part of the joke as he saw Todd flinch.
"Todd...you seem very out of place here," Mark told him. "Are you sure that you should be here?"
Todd looked relieved in the question.
"No. My therapist wanted me to be more daring," he admitted. "Not sure if this is what she had in mind."
A therapist..."Mark took a sip. Interesting.
"If you want, you could take a ride home, with me, and eat at my house," Mark suggested.
Todd looked at him,
"I...I don't think so."
"I'd pay you, of course...for dinner, that is," Mark added, and showed Todd the money. Todd hesitated. His rent was coming up, and so he swallowed.
