Sam
The house felt new, he cleaned the bathrooms, beds, tables, and the fridge. The fridge was full of old take-home meals, not in an edible state, so he had thrown them away and cleaned off any mold. Sam sat on the couch waited for Clint, he said he would be here shortly. He was still worried about not being able to contact Mia, but there was nothing he could do about that.
Soon enough he heard the sound of an engine, he peaked out the window while putting on a jacket and saw Clint's car. It was a simple but nice sedan that he obviously put a lot of work in. Sam drank the last of the tea that he was using to get over his coughing, then checked to make he had his phone and wallet somewhere in his coat. Once he confirmed that Sam opened the door and stopped dead. There was no way he would leave the house unlocked so he scanned the doorway. After a second, he found a spare key in a plant. Sam lifted a finger to Clint using the universal sign for 'gimme a minute', and went back inside. He wrote a note using supplies from her office and stuck it back in the hiding spot then locked the door.
Sam opened the passenger door and slid in. Clint looked no different, still larger than Sam, still mostly cleaned up.
"Everything all right there?" Clint asked putting the car in reverse.
"Yeah, just had to get the spare key," Sam answered.
"Okay, where to?"
"I don't care, just pick somewhere."
***
They ended up at some small sandwich place in a nearby mall. They both got their food and sat down. For some reason, Clint ordered a side of pineapple. Sam felt awkward at first, he still felt guilty and anxious. The only thing on his mind was an imaginary countdown until Mia would come back. He didn't know when she'd be back, and that only made it worse. How dependent he had become was scary, somewhere he knew he should take it slow and keep a part of himself separate, but that was overshadowed by how much he needed her.
"So," Clint started, but he didn't finish. This was a conversation not easily had in public.
"Um, so how is Kim?" Sam tried a pretty vanilla question.
"I think she's happy, she doesn't usually talk emotions. But she has her fun." Clint pulled his right sleeve and Sam saw the handcuff cuts as well as strips of different colored red. He quickly rolled it back up and checked if anyone saw. Sam subconsciously rubbed his wrists, Clint eyed the lack of marks and scoffed. "Someone got it easy."
The one-time cuff for only a few hours was nothing compared to what Sam had to assume was multiple incidents. Plus, his forearms had what looked like whip marks. Sam was not well versed with dungeon equipment so he guessed knowing she had a whip. He didn't even know what whip marks looked like.
"Is it, enjoyable? When you left you said you'd try one night."
Clint smiled, then it turned sour. "When Domin- Kim, said she could make my life heaven or hell, she lied." His voice lowered as he explained the things, he'd rather not have others overhear. "It's both. That first night was the best night of my life, she kept using more and more toys and I had no idea what was happening. Soon enough I was tied down, blindfolded, gagged, with too many toys to count stuck onto me. And that was all night. She has some skill. If you ever have the chance to get a blowjob from someone who can do it with vibrators strapped to your cock and balls, take it." Clint shifted again, Sam had noticed that he seemed uncomfortable no matter how he sat. He also seemed in somewhat of a daze. He shook himself out of it. "But you should probably make some ground rules first. I left at, what? Seven? Eight? I had that blissful torture until midnight. Then an ice pack and the cage."
Sam frowned, "The cage?"
"Lucky you, just wait." Clint leaned back. He looked relieved to get that off his chest, an excuse that he was telling himself and was finally able to tell someone else.
Sam thought for a moment, imagining himself in Clint's shoes. They had the opposite situations, Clint had all the pleasure a man could ask for but no emotional attachment. Sam and Mia had a connection, but he refused to let that part of the relationship take off.
"So, are you thinking of staying?"
Clint thought for a moment. "Domi-, Kim, said that my first release would happen in a week. I'll give it 'till then."
"Why don't you try to make a real relationship out of it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Mia and I, we, at least I'm trying to make a stable relationship. If all you have is -the flair- and no substance it definitely won't last."
"Dude, we got sold, but we still have the chance to walk away. Enjoy it a little, then quit while you're ahead."
"Mia is a wonderful person, we haven't had any flair-"
"Stop calling it that, it's sex, or kinky time, or whatever. It's not flair."
Sam tried not to blush, telling himself to be mature.
"We haven't had sex yet, and we're doing okay."
"So, you're telling me to romance someone who likes to whip me?"
"Everyone needs someone, I'm sure even Kim's lonely. Does she have any friends?"
"How would I know that?" Clint immediately realized where he went wrong. "You know I was in the program for two years, you were in it for what? Six, seven months? Yet you took to it much better than me. I'll try it your way. But you take some advice from me, emotional attachment is great, but you can't ignore Mia's needs, and you can't ignore your own."
Sam, took a moment of pride in being right. Then he thought about Clint's advice.
"I went into this program after a relationship. We were great together, we dated junior and senior years. She didn't cheat on me, nothing went seriously wrong. She just turned, I dunno, she was just horny. Every moment with her turned sexual, and our relationship devolved. She wanted me to be someone I wasn't. I kind of associate sex with a bad relationship now."
"So, you joined the program to make up for a love life, maybe charm some girl, marry without having sex, then do it once or twice." He took a drink of his soda. "Sounds like hell, mind you, a very different than mine."
"What did you mean by a cage?" Sam asked but Clint wasn't listening
"So, let's mix it up," Clint said in a moment of clarity.
