Ittentale

Hi, Simon here. First of all I would simply like to thank you for checking out my work. If you're just skimming through and want a quick description, this series revolves around a timid bisexual young man who, along with his charismatic and eccentric friend, delves into the world of BDSM. This is meant to be a slow burn series, so there won't be any real action until a few chapters in. Also, as you might have guessed from the title, petplay is the primary kink in this series, but it will not be the only one. One final note: this story frequently switches between third person omniscient and third person limited and also skips around a bit. For clarity, a series of "-" signifies a change in perspective and a series of "*" signifies a time skip or flashback.

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Chapter One

"I still can't believe you did this." A young man peered out the driver's side window of his friend's Mercedes Benz, anxiously twiddling his thumbs as he watched the clouds pass by.

The driver let out a soft chuckle. "Which part can't you believe, that I did this for you, or that I convinced you to go along with it?"

"Both!"

"Heh. Well, believe it Michael. This is really happening. Nervous?"

Michael managed a weak smile. "That's a joke, right?" Of course he was nervous! He was nervous, anxious, and a little scared. . . but mostly, he was excited. He turned to look at the driver, a 22 year old male with well kept clean dark hair and equally dark and wild eyes complimented with lightly toned skin, and his best friend since childhood. His full name was Eric Dougland Magnus IV, but most people (Michael included) simply referred to him as Doug. The casual nickname well suited to match his equally casual demeanor, which was itself a front to mask his more eccentric qualities. Whether the $75,000 inheritance he had received a year prior had served to dull or intensify these qualities was still up for debate, but on the whole it had done little to change him -- at the end of the day, he was still the Doug that Michael had grown to admire and cherish, which was why, contrary to what he was saying, he could in fact believe that Doug would do something like this. This was exactly the kind of thing he would do, and Michael both loved and hated him for it.

As of right now, however, he was leaning towards the first, though he was far too anxious to properly show it. "So let me make sure I have all this straight. You found a giant, high end BDSM club 15 minutes from our school."

"Yes."

"And you're taking us there so I can potentially live out my inner fantasies, and because you yourself are curious about BDSM after hearing my description and looking at a few sites."

"Correct."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "And you're paying for everything?"

"Currently three for three."

Michael sat back into his seat, staring ahead blankly, the reality of it all slowly sinking in. "Wow. . ."

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Doug had a simple smile on his face. He was a little surprised at how well Michael was taking all of this . Doug had half expected Michael to have chickened out and begged him to turn around by now, but nope. It seemed Michael really wanted to go through with this, which was good, because Doug couldn't wait to see what crazy antics someone like Michael would get up to in a place like this.

In all fairness, even Doug himself was a bit taken aback by how quickly things were moving. He had only learned what BDSM was a mere three days ago when Michael had finally told him his best kept secret of many years, although now that he knew, he couldn't really ray that he revelation was all that surprising. Standing at a hair under five and a half feet and 115 lbs, with a boyish face and haircut to match (you'd never believe that he was 20), Michael was hardly someone you would call imposing. Michael's relatively small stature was complimented by a similarly small presence, the type to avoid conflicts whenever possible and the type of person who seemed almost determined to please others.

"Hey Doug?"

Doug was brought out of his internal monologue by Michael. He glanced over at his passenger, mild anxiety still present on his pale face, sporting hazel colored eyes and topped with dark blonde hair. "Yeah Michael?"

"Um, thanks again for all this, but I still don't understand why it's all happening so fast. You're not the type to rush into things."

It was true. For all of Doug's eccentricity and nonchalant behavior towards many of life's problems, he had plenty a head on his shoulders, and while he was hardly stingy , he wasn't the type to blow large amounts of money either (the Mercedes was an exception to this rule), and this club was not exactly cheap. Nonetheless, Doug had a quick and simple response. "Because I know you well enough to know that you'd never have the guts to do this on your own. Besides, after hearing your colorful description and seeing the crazy stuff I saw on those sites, I just had to see this for myself."

"Colorful? What did I say that was colorful?"

"Eh, mostly stuff about being stripped and tied up and other stuff of that nature."

Michael's face turned about five shades redder. "R-really? I said all that?"

"You mean you don't remember?"

"You know how my memory is when I'm flustered like that!" Michael whined.

Doug chuckled. "Yeah yeah, I know." Doug had heard this excuse from Michael before. Usually it was simply his way of saying "I don't want to talk about this right now", but sometimes it really did seem as though he had trouble remembering details details of awkward situations. "Would like me to remind you of everything that happened?"

"Please."

"Very well then. It all began three days ago. We were in the courtyard of the school, heading towards the eateries. . ."

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"Whew! I don't think I could be more ready for lunch," Doug said as the two of them headed out of the Mathematics wing. "I am famished!"

Michael raised a skeptical brow at his friend. "Really? Because I've seen what you're when you haven't eaten in awhile. I'd put you at 'peckish' at best."

"Alright, O wise one. You caught me." Doug replied with a laugh. "I'm mostly just glad to be out of that Cal B class. I swear, if I have to see even one more integral formula, I'm going to rip my brains out and toss them onto the nearest freeway!"

"That bad, huh?"

"Really, I don't even want to talk about it right now. Anyway, change of subject. I've noticed that you've been acting a bit strange in Psychology over the last week or so."

Michael tensed. "Really? What. . . what would make you say that?"

"Don't fool with me Michael. You're easily the geekiest guy I've ever met. Usually you're super attentive in class, taking notes, answering questions, but this week is different. Every day you've been coming in with this anxious look on your face, and in class you've been your head down, like you just want the class to be over. Is something going on within your life that I need to be worried about?"

"Wow, was it really that obvious?" Michael sighed. "Alright, maybe this week's lesson has me feeling a bit uneasy."

"What? Human Sexuality?"

"Er, yes. More specifically, the part about sexual deviancy."

Now Doug was really intrigued. "And why would that particular subject make you feel uncomfortable?"

Michael looked off into space, as if trying to distance himself from the question."Just. . . reasons."

"Reasons like?"

"Doug, really, it's not that impor- oof!"

"HEY!"

Michael stumbled to the floor, gazing up up at the large man that the just bumped into.

"Watch where you're going, twerp!"

Michael slowly got up, doing his best to avert his gaze away from the man in front of him, his face slowly turning pink. "S-sorry, I didn't-"

"Look at me when I'm talking to ya you little -" Michael felt a large pair of hands momentarily grab him, only for them to be pushed away. He looked up to see that Doug had placed himself between them.

"Hey, back off man."

Michael looked onward at the tense situation. Doug and the man kept their eyes locked on each other for several seconds before the man walked away, muttering something the two couldn't hear. Doug turned to him with a look of concern. "You alright?"

"Y-yeah. I'm fine," Michael replied, the pink still visible on his face.

"Good. Damn, the nerve of some people. . . hey, why's your face so red?"

Oh fuck, he noticed.

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Oh really? So you're not blushing like a schoolgirl right now? Even though you clearly are?"

"I. . .I. . .okay, you got me."

"But why? Do like that guy or something?"

"Well, kind of. Not him in particular, but, well, his type I guess."

Doug cocked his brow in his usual inquisitive expression. "You're into bossy jerks that push you around?"

"I can explain. It's, well. . . Doug, can I tell you something?"

Doug wanted to roll his eyes in response to that question, since the answer was obvious, but he refrained and remained cordial. "Of course, bro. You know you can."

Michael looked at the ground as he collected his thoughts before looking up at Doug. "Well, you know how I said that the lessons on sexual deviancy had been bothering me? Well, that's because I'm into. . . strange things. I'm finding myself fantasizing about being controlled by others. Every time I think of someone talking down to me or telling me what to do. . . I imagine what it would be like if they pinned me up against the wall and kissed me. The idea of it just. . . just makes me feel giddy!" Michael quickly covered his mouth as a giggle escaped during the last bit. Then he sighed. "It's also one of the reasons I don't go on dates. I'm too afraid that I'll do something embarrassing."

Doug gave him a funny look. "That. . . actually explains a lot. How long have you felt this way?"

"Since my teens, but I've only recently started exploring these feelings. I was worried that there was something wrong with me, but then I found something."

"Found what exactly?"

Michael was silent for a moment as he worked up the courage to continue. "It's called BDSM."

Doug thought for a moment. "BDSM? Now that you mention it, I think I've seen something called that on some of the harder porn sites."

"Yeah, well, porn tends to not really do the subject justice."

"Oh really? Then by all means, enlighten this mere plebe."

Michael actually laughed a little. "Alright, alright. After lunch."

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Doug and Michael sat across from one another, and with their meals consumed they began to converse.

"So, this BDSM thing. What exactly is it about?"

"It's kind of hard to describe, but it's kind of like a roleplay type thing were one person commands and controls the other in some way. The one controlling is called the dominant or dom, and the one being controlled is called the submissive."

Doug smirked a little. "And let me guess, you're a dom, right?" Michael did not give a verbal reply and instead responded with an annoyed look. Doug casually threw his hands into the air. "I'm kidding. Please continue."

"Anyway, that's the general idea. There's a lot of variation to it though. There are different kinds of subs and doms, that each have different characteristics to them."

"I see."

"Honestly, it's been on my mind quite a lot lately. Being grabbed by a big, strong guy, stripping me naked, tying me up. . ." Michael gasped and clamped his hands over his mouth. "Did. . . did I just say that out loud?", he whispered across the table.

Doug couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Relax bro, pretty sure no one else heard."

Just then, Michael's watch beeped. He looked down at it and gasped. "Crap! I'm gonna be late for Chem 140! Gotta go, we'll talk later." Michael scrambled out of his seat and headed off towards the science wing.

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The two never did get another chance to talk that day, but that was alright. Doug had heard enough from Michael -- now it was time for some of his own research. Fortunately, the internet proved to not be a disappointment, and as Doug surfed from site to site the amused the amused little smirk on his face. He was never the type to judge others, instead admiring differences, even if (and often especially if) those differences were considered quirky and "out there", and such things were not in short supply here. From whips to gags to leather, he found himself enthralled. Within a mere hour, he had familiarized himself with BDSM lingo and terminology. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to see it in action. With gusto his keystrokes spelled out "BDSM clubs" into the search bar, and he hit "Enter". The results proved astonishing.

Well lookee here. This one's right in the neighborhood.

The club in question was called Club Exotica, and even had its own website, which Doug clicked on. To his delight, it turned out to be exactly what he had hoped. It had everything: BDSM training, line scene play, classes, and meet and greets for newcomers -- all at a realistically affordable price. Doug knew what he had to do..

The next morning, Doug approached Michael with the news.

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". . .and you were all like 'WHAT?', and then I asked you if you were interested, and you replied 'oooahumunahumuna -- okay!' And here we are, two days later, heading out to the club for the first time." He glanced over at his passenger with a smile on his face. "Is it coming back to you now?"

The passenger sighed. "Yeah, it is." He propped his elbow on the dashboard, still staring out ahead. "So, how much longer until we get there?"

"Shouldn't be too much longer."

While nearby, its exact location was not immediately obvious. The GPS took them off of the main highway and onto a dirt road leading into the woods. Doug would have believed his navigation to be on the fritz had he not checked the maps beforehand. Soon, however, they passed an old "No Trespassing" sign and, half a mile later, arrived at their destination.

Michael's jaw dropped. "This place is huge!"

Doug nodded. "Yeah. According to the website, this place used to be a mansion owned by a crotchety old guy who wanted to get away from the world. Then when he died, Club Exotica thought it would be the perfect place to relocate their HQ. Then as business grew and membership increased they expanded the mansion, adding on extra wings and satellite buildings, and now they're the largest club in the state." Even Doug had been impressed by the size at first, mainly because he wondered how they could keep membership high enough to afford to keep such a complex running. Then he remembered that the area they were in was bordered by three fairly large cities. Looking around the perimeter of the complex, Doug could see several drab and inconspicuous dirt roads much like the one they came in on spiraling outwards from the site. Getting in and out of this place unnoticed would be quite easy.

The complex was surrounded by a roundabout, which Doug followed until it led them to a parking garage. Once parked, the two of them stepped out and headed towards the main entrance. As they stood in front of the gates, Doug couldn't help but notice the fact that Michael was trembling.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Doug wasn't convinced. "Michael, you don't have to do this. We can hop back in the car and leave if you want to."

"No!", Michael replied hastily. He took a deep breath and willed his nerves to still . "No. This is what I want. Let's. . . let's go."

Doug smiled. "Alright then." The two of them opened the gate and stepped inside.

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Hi, me again. Thanks for taking the time to read this! I hope you liked this chapter. Please comment and critique. I don't have a specific date in mind for when Chapter Two will arrive as of yet, but positive feedback is an excellent motivator, so if you enjoyed this, then by all means please let me know! I'm also working on rewriting 'Puppy Love' from 2016 and making that into its own mini series, so be on the lookout for that too. That's all for now. Byeee! :3