***Alex***
Alex Stone sat wearing just a pair of basketball shorts in his room, blaring music and playing Call of Duty on his Xbox when his parents returned home from work that evening. His father was the first to arrive, parking his precious Jaguar in the garage and coming inside, heading straight to the fridge for a beer. Alex heard him shout to turn the music down but ignored him and continued his attempt to numb his mind with the video game and clear his mind of Nina and their conversation.
In a brief moment of insanity, he considered asking his father about his experiences from earlier that day and the possibility that Nina had brought up about BDSM. He quickly discarded that thought though and returned his attention to the screen just in time for his on-screen character to get shot through the head. With a sigh he switched his console off and threw the controller across the room in disgust. "So much for mind-numbing," he thought bitterly and walked over to his desk.
As he sat down in front of the computer he glanced at the clock in the bottom corner. "Mom will probably be home soon," he mused as he opened up a browser and typed in a command to pull up his favorite sports page. Highlights and scores couldn't keep his mind occupied for long though, and he kept seeing Nina's face in front of him, or hearing her voice in his head.
When she had associated their encounter with BDSM he had been overcome with emotion; shame and anger that she would associate him with something so brutal, as well as fear that she was right. All he knew about BDSM was that B stood for Bondage and S stood for Sadism, someone who enjoyed causing pain. He didn't want to accept the idea that even a small part of him might have a sadistic streak.
As Alex looked back at the screen in front of him he realized that almost by accident, he had typed BDSM into the search bar at the top right of his screen. He stared at the letters for a second before pressing Search. He wanted to know more about the feelings that had overcome him that afternoon, wanted to understand the force that had come from so deep within him, driving him to action.
As the search results arrived he chose the first one, which opened a page full of images. Women bound to tables, hanging from chains, ropes tightly wound around their bodies; images of women bent over, black and purple bruises spreading across their bare flesh. The images made his skin crawl and he quickly pushed the back button. "Definitely not into that," he told himself firmly.
He almost closed down the browser but another image caught his eye under the second link. As he enlarged it he saw that it was an image of a woman in beautiful lingerie kneeling on the floor. Her wrists were bound in front of her with a thin strip of silk and she was looking up, an expression of adoration, trust, and love on her face. That look is what made him stop, as he stared at her face his heart began to pound rapidly in his chest. "I would do anything to have someone look at me like that," he thought.
As his eyes continued to absorb the details within the picture, he saw a man's hand reaching out and cupping the woman's face. The hand was very obviously caressing, not striking her beautiful features, and it was tilting her chin up to look at him. The rest of his body wasn't visible, simply his arm and his hand, but she was obviously looking at his face. No woman could ever look that way at a man she feared was about to hurt her, he realized. "How can this be BDSM?" he asked himself.
Clicking on the main link he was brought to a page that had big block letters across the top and smaller writing underneath. The large letters were set in pairs. The first read BD, followed by DS, and then by SM. And underneath each pair of letters were written two words that began with the letters above them.
The second line of the page read:
Bondage and Discipline, then Domination / Submission, and finally Sadism and Masochism. The image that had caught his eye was directly under the middle pairing and underneath was a caption describing the couple as a being in a loving, trusting D/s relationship. With a start, Alex realized that the S he had always associated with Sadism in fact had two meanings. While Sadism and Masochism was in fact a part of the BDSM acronym, it was not a complete description of what BDSM was.
Returning to the search screen he replaced BDSM with Domination / submission and pressed Search. As before, the first link led to a page full of images. But unlike the last page that left him feeling disgusted, he was now seeing more images that sent his pulse racing. Images of beautiful women of all figures in various positions of submission; a brunette lovingly sucking the offered shaft of her Dom's cock, a fiery redhead crawling on her hands and knees wearing a collar around her neck approaching a fully dressed man sitting in a chair, a blonde being taken from behind, her head thrown back in ecstasy with the man's hands tangled in her hair.
Images and stories flew past Alex's eyes as he visited page after page, becoming more and more aroused with each passing screen. Deep within his chest, he felt a power, the same power that had prompted his uncontrollable urges when Nina had been sucking on his cock. Becoming very aware of the throbbing erection in his shorts, he reached down to adjust himself. Adjusting soon turned to stroking and before long his shorts were around his ankles and he was furiously pumping his thick shaft. Just as he felt his balls tightening he saw an image of a girl with ebony hair looking up at a cock that was being stroked in front of her. The caption below gave voice to her pleading look, begging to be covered in warm thick cum.
Alex closed his eyes, his back arching as he stroked down hard on his shaft once, twice, and suddenly in his mind's eye Nina was kneeling before him begging, "Please Alex, Sir, please cum for me, please mark me as yours. Claim me as only yours with your cum! Please!" A roar seemed to echo through Alex's head and was matched by his audible groan as wave after wave of pleasure suddenly smashed through him, resulting in an explosion of cum from his pulsing shaft, arching up and splashing over his bare chest and stomach.
While diminished due to the number of times he had cum that afternoon, a sizeable amount of gooey cum was splattered in white trails up his body. Turning his monitor off he walked out of the bedroom and across the hallway to his bathroom to clean up. After turning on the shower and letting the water begin to warm up he looked at the familiar face in the mirror. "Could I be a Dom?" , he asked himself silently. He had never considered himself as that type of person, too quiet and shy to speak up and take charge of a social situation. The stormy blue eyes stared back at him as he considered the events of the day and wondered at their potential consequences.
When the steam from the shower began to obscure his reflection he opened the shower door and stepped inside, releasing a deep breath as the hot water hit his skin. Slowly washing the cum still smeared across his chest and stomach he allowed his mind to continue wandering over the possibility that Nina might have actually been right, maybe the urges that had lain dormant inside him until that day really were related to some aspect of BDSM.
"Well, Domination/submission at least," he told himself. He still didn't feel comfortable with a lot of the things he knew went on in BDSM lifestyle. Turning off the shower he stepped out of the cloud of steam and reached for a towel. He didn't know how he would do it, but he did know that he had to continue this path of discovery that he had found himself on.
It was while he was pulling on a clean pair of boxer briefs and his jeans that he thought of Nina. He remembered the look on her face as he had dismissed her a few hours before. Once again he hung his head in shame because of how he had treated a girl that yesterday he would have done anything to have acknowledged his very existence. "Looks like I blew that," he thought, convinced that she would never speak to him again. "I still better find a way to apologize though."
When he heard commotion coming from downstairs he realized that the rest of his family was home and probably putting together a late dinner. He could hear his younger sister Sarah arguing with their mother about the length of her skirt, and heard dad yelling at his brother Jason to grab him another beer from the fridge. Deciding that he really didn't want to deal with the noise he went back into his room and closed the door.
It was still earlier than he would usually go to bed, but there was nothing else he felt like doing so he decided to just crash and sleep off all the confusing emotion from the day. Stripping down to his briefs he climbed in bed and stared at the ceiling. Thoughts and memories continued to stream through his head, and two hours later he was still laying there wondering what the next day might bring. Finally exhaustion overtook him and he fell asleep.
***Nina***
At the same time Alex was trying to turn off his mind, Nina was fighting the same battle. After the experience with Jake she had driven home and spent the rest of the night locked in her room, listening to music, and trying to get her mind to shut the hell up. More than once, tears of frustration streamed from her gorgeous eyes as she fought to bring her emotions under control. She had never felt so lost in her life, never questioned who or what she was supposed to be. But one afternoon had completely turned her entire existence upside down. Her phone went off a few times, but she ignored the calls and texts, even Brooke's. She didn't want to talk about it, she wanted to forget about it.
But she couldn't forget about it. She couldn't stop thinking about it, remembering the feelings of pride and pleasure she had felt when the shy nerdy boy had cum in her mouth. Remembering the sound of his growls and groans. Remembering the feel of his hands in her hair, possessively holding her. And the desire she had felt to please him, to give herself to him.
