My heart was beating like a jack rabbit, my palms were damp. You could hear the music from down the street. I walked through the bar's front door for the first time, this was where I met him. God, I can't believe it led to this. I moved downstairs into a big loud room, heavy beats penetrated my chest. It was busy, packed, sweat filled the air. I kept to the edge of the crowd and looked for a way to the bar. I pushed my way through bodies, until I managed to lean over a counter. The bartender was pouring a customers drink close by, when he looked up to my gaze "What can I get ya?!" he shouted to me over the music.
I clear my throat, raising my voice "Whiskey, with ice, please!" he smiles and nods. I slide the money across the bar as he returns with my drink "Keep the change!" I say to him. He thanks me and walks away to another guy at the end of the bar. I turn as I sip my whiskey, looking around the crowded room.
He captured my attention. He was short, a little bit taller than me, with brown eyes and hair. He started to walk towards me. I rolled my shoulders and finished my drink. He smiled and leaned into my neck "Hey, aren't you hot in that?!" I looked down and realised I'm still wearing my leather jacket. I shouted to him "Kind of, but I wasn't planning on staying long!"
"Is that an invitation?!" He smirked.
"Do you want it to be?" I remarked. He smiled at me, taking my glass from my hand and putting it on the bar.
He leaned into me again "I'm Mark" he stated, then took my hand and dragged me out of the room and back up the stairs. It had never happened this fast before. I knew I needed to tell him before we got too far into it.
We stepped outside and he pushed me against a wall, hand around my throat. He kissed me roughly "Whats your name?" he growls at me.
I bite my lip, "Its Julian." he kisses my mouth hard "Julian, I live right by here... do you wanna come with me? Have some fun?" I nod as much as I can with his hand around my neck. Mark grabs the back of my arm and we walk.
I blurt out urgently "I need to tell you something... I'm trans... I'm a transguy."
He smiles, puts his arm around me holding me closer "Thats okay. I've been with transmen before... how about we get to mine, get out of the cold and talk more"
The walk to his apartment was silent and took no more than five minutes. He opens up and lets me in first. Mark takes my leather jacket off me and sternly tells me "Sit down" I smile and sit on his couch. Mark folds my jacket and puts it on the table in front of me, before sitting on an armchair opposite. That was when he introduced me to our night together. He asked for my consent to a night of BDSM, him being my master, me being his slave. He laid out the rules: what we were to call each other, limits, safe words etc. Mark reiterated several times that at any point I could leave. His dominance was mesmerizing. Telling me how it was. I wondered how many other guys had been in there before me. I could feel my cock getting wet and hard in my pants. I'd never done this before, BDSM, I mean. Part of me wanted to run, but I consented anyway. If I could leave at any time, whats the harm?
Mark smirked and commanded me "Stand up, strip down to your underwear." I stand before him and say quietly "Yes... master." as I fumble with the hem of my shirt, pulling it off over my head. Exposing my chest scars. I look to him and he nods for me to continue. I bend and untie my boots, kicking them off and putting them next to each other against the couch. Then I undo my belt and jeans pushing them down my thighs to the floor, showing Mark my tight grey briefs. I quickly fold the jeans and shirt, placing them on top of my jacket. I look into his eyes as I stand, half naked, Mark sizes me up and I avert my eyes.
He stands, walking around the small table. Mark grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard and rough. As he pulls away, Mark turns me and whispers into my ear "We are going to my bedroom now, boy. Remember your safe word?"