It was a stupid idea to come to this bar alone. I didn’t realize how bad the creeps would be when I didn’t have my friends here to save me. I was trying to enjoy my drink when another one came up to me. He had greasy, shaggy hair, and he smelled bad.
“Hiya hot stuff,” he said in a low voice that made my skin crawl. I ignored him, hoping he would go away. He sat down next to me, seriously invading my personal space. I moved away but he moved closer. “What’s wrong?” he asked, throwing an arm around my shoulder. I ducked under his arm, moving away.
“Please leave me alone,” I said. He grinned, grabbing my wrist as I turned to walk away.
“Nah, you’re sitting here looking all pretty and then you won’t even talk to me? You’re going to sit down, and you’re going to have a nice chat with me like a good girl. I don’t mean any harm.” he raised his other hand as a show of innocence that I absolutely didn’t believe.
“First of all,” I said, trying to pull away from him. “I’m not a girl. Second of all, please leave me alone. I’m just waiting for someone.” I was lying through my teeth, but I hoped he believed it, because there was no way I was breaking his grip on my wrist. He was strong.
“Aw come on, babygirl, give me a chance!” he said, pulling me closer to him. I tried to push him off of me, but it didn’t work.
“Hey, they said they’re not a girl,” came a deep voice from behind me. The creep let go of me, stepping back. I turned around, faced with a tall man with dark eyes and dark hair. He was dressed sharply, in a black button down and black jeans. He had a strand of pearls around his throat, and several chunky silver rings on his hands, one of which held a glass of some alcoholic beverage. I also noticed the glint of an earring in his right ear. He was gorgeous to look at, and currently he was my knight in shining armour. I put on a big smile, hugging him.
“Babe! Finally, I’ve been waiting for ages!” I said. He gave me a quick glance and winked so I knew he understood what I was doing.
“Sorry I kept you waiting, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and moving me away from the creep. “Who’s this?” he asked, nodding to the man.
“I’m just admiring this beautiful lady you've got,” the creep said. I glared at him.
“I already told you, I’m not a girl,” I said. My saviour glanced down at me.
“It’s ok sweetheart. Let’s just go,” he said. I nodded, and allowed him to lead me outside of the bar. Once we were on the sidewalk, he dropped his arm from my shoulders. “Are you alright?” he asked me. I nodded.
“Sorry about roping you into that,” I said apologetically. “I didn’t really see another way out.” he shook his head.
“No, don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help,” he said. Now that I felt safer, I could get a better look at him. He was very handsome, the streetlight illuminating him so it looked like he was almost glowing. I leaned against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief. He stood next to me, almost guarding me.
“I’m Y/N, by the way,” I said.
“I’m Brandon,” he responded. “What are your pronouns by the way?” he asked me. “You mentioned that you’re not a girl, so I just wanted to check.” I smiled.
“I use they/them pronouns,” I answered. “Thanks for asking. Not a lot of people do.” he smiled.
“So, Y/N, what brings you out tonight?” he asked.
“Honestly, I’m not sure. I usually go out with friends,” I said. “I guess I was looking for a hookup? But honestly, I don’t know.” I laughed a little.
“That’s fair,” Brandon said. “I take it you didn’t find what you were looking for?”
“What gave it away?” I laughed.
“I don’t know!” he joked. “Just a little hunch I had. I’m a bit psychic, you know.” His smile was beautiful. We laughed for another moment or two, and then fell into a comfortable silence. After a moment I spoke up.
“I hate to ask you for more, but would you possibly be able to walk me home? I only live a block or two from here, and it’s later than I thought,” I said. He smiled.
“Of course,” he said. “Shall we?” he asked, making an after you gesture. I blushed a little, and began walking. He fell into step beside me. “So what do you do for work, Y/N?” he asked as we walked.
“I’m working on getting a degree in animation,” I answered.
“Animation? Impressive!” he remarked. I blushed again. “You’re cute when you blush,” he said. I blushed harder.
“So what do you do for work?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Let’s say I’m a social influencer,” he answered. I looked over at him. His cheeks were a little pink.
“Ooo!” I squealed, clapping my hands. “You’re embarrassed! What, are you secretly a porn star or something?” he laughed.
“No. I’m not a porn star,” he answered.
“So it’s a different kind of embarrassing,” I said. “If I guess, will you tell me?”
“Sure,” he said. “But I don’t think you’ll guess.”
“Would people recognize your face?” I asked.
“Some people would,” he answered.
“So you’re not like, a famous blog on tumblr,” I said. “Good to know. Are we talking pictures? Or videos?”
“A bit of both,” he said. “My main work comes from videos though.”
“Youtuber?” I guessed.
“I do have a youtube channel,” he said. “But again, that’s not my main work.”
“Hmm,” I said, thinking hard. “What, are you a TikToker or something?” I guessed, jokingly. He turned a bit red and I laughed. “Oh my god you are!” I cried, covering my mouth as I giggled. “Wait, if you’re embarrassed about telling me that, then- holy shit you’re one of those spicy TikTokers!” I’m practically cackling at this point. “What’s your at?” I asked, wheezing. “Please, I have to see this!” I’m slowly calming down, and I looked back up at him. He looked slightly uncomfortable. “I’m just messing,” I said, regaining my composure. “Seriously. If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to show me.” My attention was on Brandon, so I didn’t see the uneven pavement of the sidewalk in front of me, and I tripped and fell. I felt my ankle twist slightly and I cried out in pain. Brandon caught me before I hit the ground, holding me up.
“Are you ok?” he asked, concern etched across his beautiful face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just twisted my ankle a bit. I’ll put some ice on it when I get home. I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to get to my feet. He sweeps my feet out from under me, lifting me bridal style.
“You shouldn’t be walking on it if you twisted it,” he said. “Just tell me where to go.” I sighed and just let him carry me.
“Turn right,” I said. He did, and we kept walking. “Seriously, Brandon, I’m fine,” I said.
“Better safe than sorry,” he answered. I rolled my eyes.
“Turn left at the next corner,” I said. “It’s the building on your left. The one with the red double doors at the top of the stairs.” I pointed it out. “You can set me down at the door. I can make it from there.”
“At least let me take you to the elevator,” he said. “For my own peace of mind?” I rolled my eyes.
“Fine,” I said. We reached the stairs to the doors of the small apartment building and I leaned over to punch in the code to the door. I could feel my cheeks burning as Brandon carried me through the lobby to the elevator. Thankfully, there was no one in the lobby to ask any questions. Brandon was about to set me down in front of the elevator when we both noticed the out of order sign on the door.
“Dammit,” I say. “I was counting on the elevator.” I didn’t want to admit it, but my ankle did actually hurt, and I didn’t think I could make it up three flights of stairs.
“If you’re ok with it, I can carry you to your apartment,” Brandon said. “I don’t want to invade your privacy or anything.” I sighed.
“I really don’t think I can walk all the way,” I answered reluctantly. “I’m on the third floor.” I pointed out the stairs for him. He strode over and began climbing the stairs. As we climbed, I admired his face. He was just a beautiful man.
“What are you looking at?” he asked. Busted.
“I just think you’re hot,” I answered honestly.
“Is that right?” he said, glancing down at me. We reached the top of the first flight of stairs and he turned to continue our ascent. “What about me do you find so attractive?” I blushed.
“W-well, your eyes, for starters,” I stammered.
“Yeah. they’re dark and mysterious, and really pretty.”
“Dark and mysterious?” he grinned.
“Yeah, dark and mysterious,” I retorted. We had reached the top of the second flight of stairs.
“I think you have a kind face,” I said. “And a nice smile, and…” I trailed off. “I don’t know, you’re just hot, ok?!” He laughed. His laugh made me giggle, and soon we were both laughing as we reached the top of the third flight of stairs. I pointed out my door to him and he strode down the hallway until we reached it. Then he set me down in front of my door. “Thank you for making sure I got home safe,” I said. He smiled.
“Of course,” he answered. “Have a good night, Y/N.” he turned to go, but I grabbed his hand.
“Do you want to come in for a few minutes?” I asked. “Like, for a drink or something? I feel bad that I interrupted your drink at the bar.” he turned back towards me, considering me. I stepped a little closer to him. I don’t know which of us moved first. I honestly don’t. But suddenly our lips were on each other’s and I was fumbling with the door to my apartment, entirely forgetting that I needed to use my key. I broke away for a second, pulling my key out of my pocket and unlocking the door, before we resumed our kiss, stumbling into the apartment. I wrapped an arm around his neck, my other hand threading through his hair. We fell onto my bed, although I’m not entirely sure how we got there. I don’t really remember moving through the apartment. I just remember his lips on mine, and his hands on my waist. He was over top of me, straddling me, kissing me passionately. I moved my hands to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped me, pulling away. We’re both breathing heavily.
“What?” I asked. “Did I do something wrong?” he shook his head.
“No, but we need to have a chat before things go any further.” I sat up a little.
“What sort of chat?” I asked, concerned.
“About what we like, and what we don’t like. I’m not a guy who usually does vanilla, so we need to talk about some stuff before this continues.” I sat up, adjusting so I was sitting next to him.
“Ok,” I said, nodding at him to speak.
“I’m into some pretty intense stuff. I need to know what you’re comfortable with, and what you aren’t.”
“What kind of stuff?” I asked.
“Well, for starters I like to degrade my partner,” he said bluntly. I nodded.
“What do you mean exactly?” I asked.
“I like to insult my partner. Tell them they’re a whore, a slut, a bitch. Call them dirty, stuff like that.” I nodded. I was surprised that hearing him say those words turned me on a little.
“I’d like to try it,” I said. “I’ve never tried it before though.” he nodded.
“I’m also a bit of a sadist,” he continued. “I like to slap my partners. I like to use my belt to whip them. I like seeing their makeup run when they cry.” I was taken aback. He looks so gentle, and yet he’s into such… violent things.
“How hard would you slap me?” I asked.
“Here, why don’t you hold out your arm?” he said. “I’m going to demonstrate, ok?” I nodded. He raised his hand and brought it down on my arm, slapping it harshly. It stung, but strangely, I kind of liked it.
“I’m willing to try a little bit of slapping,” I said. “No belting or anything though. I think that’s a little extreme.” he nodded.
“I also like to choke my partners, but I’m not sure if you’d be okay with that.”
“Can I ask for a demonstration? Kinda like how you did with the slap?” I asked. He nodded.
“Ok, I’m going to put my hand around your throat, ok?” he asked. “I’m going to squeeze gently, at first. If you feel comfortable with that, I’ll try at my usual pressure. Tap my shoulder if you want me to stop, alright?” I nodded. He gently placed his hand on my neck. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I said. He applied light pressure to my neck. It felt good.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“I like it,” I answered breathlessly.
“I’m going to show you my usual pressure, alright? Again, tap my shoulder if you need me to stop. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready,” I said. He squeezed my neck. The breathlessness felt amazing. My head was swimming in a delicious way, and I didn’t want it to stop. He let go a moment later.
“How did that feel?” he asked.
“I really liked it,” I answered honestly. “But I’m not sure if it’s something I want to try just yet. Maybe when I have a bit more experience with this stuff.” he nodded.
“That’s understandable. I appreciate your honesty,” he said. “The other thing I really like is to tie my partners up. I like it when they’re entirely at my mercy. Helpless. I can do anything I want to them.” I could feel my cheeks burning red. That sounded really hot.
“I want to try that,” I said. “Maybe not fully tied up, maybe just my hands. But I want to try it.” Brandon nodded.
“Ok. Would you prefer your hands tied up in front of you, so you have more use of them?” he asked. “That is assuming you have a scarf or something I can borrow to tie your hands.” I nodded.
“Yeah, I have a scarf you can borrow. And yeah, I think I’d be most comfortable with my hands tied in front of me instead of behind me, at least to start out with.” he smiled.
“I think that’s everything on my end,” he said. “Is there anything you’d like to ask about? We’ll agree on a safe word in a moment.” I thought for a moment, but no questions came to mind, so I shook my head.
“I don’t have any questions,” I said. “You did a really good job explaining.”
“Alright, then we need to agree on a safe word,” he said. “It needs to be something easy to say, and easy to remember.”
“I know some people use, like, the stoplight system?” I asked. “I think I’ve read it in books before.” he nodded.
“Yes, green meaning you’re ok, yellow meaning you’d like me to slow down or ease up, and red meaning you want me to stop completely. Is that going to work best for you?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yeah, I think that’s going to be easiest for me to remember,” I said. He nodded.
“Alright then. I would like it if you called me ‘Sir’ when we do this,” he said. “Is that alright with you?”
“Yes sir,” I said. He smiled.
“Good kitten,” he said. “Is it alright if I call you that?” I nodded.
“I actually like that a lot,” I said. He smiled.
“Wonderful. Then shall we get started?” I nodded eagerly. “I want you to go grab that scarf you mentioned. Bring it here,” he ordered. His voice was low and husky, and I loved it. I stood and went to my closet, grabbing a red scarf and bringing it back to Brandon. I held it out to him and he took it. “Good kitten,” he said. “Now strip for me, and get on your knees.” I took off my shirt quickly, before fumbling with my jeans. I dropped them, and then my underwear, before kneeling in front of him. “Hold out your hands,” he ordered. I did, and he gently began to tie the scarf around my wrists. When he was finished, the scarf was snug around my wrists, and I didn’t have much movement as far as pulling against the restraints. “Is that comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” I answered.
“Not too tight?”
“Not too tight, sir,” I confirmed. He nodded.
“Good. come sit on my lap,” he ordered. I stood, straddling him. He pressed his lips roughly against mine, hands moving to my waist, pulling me close to him. He grabbed my ass before slapping it harshly. I moaned. “What’s your colour?” he asked.
“Green,” I said breathlessly.
“Yeah?” he asked. “You like that?”
“Yes sir,” I answered. He slapped my ass again.
“You like it when I slap your ass, whore?”
“Yes, I like it sir!” I cried out in pleasure as he spanked me again. I was grinding my hips against his, moaning. He pressed his lips to my neck, trailing kisses down to my collar bone. He sucked a small mark at the point where my neck and shoulder meet, making me let out a breathless sigh. He lifted me up, turning around and laying me on the bed. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. I lay there, watching in anticipation as he slowly, teasingly, undid his buttons. Finally, he let the shirt slip off his shoulders. Then he undid his pants.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” he ordered. I obeyed. “Don’t move them. If your hands move from that position, you won’t get to cum tonight.”
“Yes sir,” I said. I clutched the headboard, desperately wanting him to touch me. He adjusted himself, bringing his face to my crotch.
“Spread your legs.” I did. His mouth felt wonderful. I arched my back in pleasure, crying out. He was an expert with his mouth, doing every little thing that would drive me crazy. How did he know just what would make me unravel? I could already feel my orgasm approaching, but apparently he could tell as well, because he ceased his actions, pulling away despite my whine of protest.
“Now now, Kitten,” he said, slapping my inner thigh. “Don’t be greedy.” he rolled a condom over his cock, positioning himself at my entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded. “I’m going to choke you,” he said. “As I thrust into you. Knock on the headboard if you need me to stop, alright?”
“Yes sir,” I said.
“What’s your colour?”
“Good.” his hand wrapped itself around my throat, squeezing tightly. I felt him thrust roughly into me. My moan was caught in my throat by his hand and I could only let out a strained gasp. It felt fantastic. His grip squeezed tighter as he began thrusting into me. Spots swam in front of my vision, and then he let go. I coughed. He stopped thrusting.
“Breathe, whore,” he said. I caught my breath. “Colour?”
“Yellow,” I said. He nodded.
“Was it the choking?” he asked.
“It was just a lot all at once,” I answered.
“Alright,” he said. “Are you good to continue?” I nodded.
“Yes sir,” I answered. He began thrusting again, hard and fast. He slapped my thigh hard, digging his nails into my skin. “Fuck, that feels so good!” I moaned, nearly screaming in pleasure.
“You getting close?” he asked, an almost condescending tone to his voice.
“Yes sir!” I cried.
“You wanna cum?”
“Beg for it bitch!” he barked harshly.
“Please!” I cried. “Please! I need it! I need to cum so bad!”
“I don’t think you want it that bad,” he said. How was he so composed? I’m a writhing mess and he’s barely breaking a sweat. He slapped my thigh again, before lifting my legs over his shoulders. I could barely form a coherent sentence. “I told you to beg, whore!”
“Please sir!!” I could feel tears of pleasure running down my face. “Please I’ll do anything please let me cum!” he leaned down, letting go of my legs, leaving marks on my neck as he dug his nails into my thighs.
“Cum for me whore,” he whispered into my ear. I came with a cry, gripping the headboard tightly. He finished a moment later, pulling out and disposing of his condom. Then he untied the scarf from my wrists and pressed kisses to each wrist.
“Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “How was that?”
“It was amazing,” I answered honestly. “That was really fun.”
“Where’s your washcloths?” he asked. “I’m going to clean you up.” I told him where they were and he left for a moment, returning with a wet washcloth that he ran over my body, cleaning up the mess we made. Then he pulled me into his arms, curling up beside me on the bed. “You did really well,” he said. “I’m really impressed. For someone who’s never done this before, you handled it fantastically. Do you need anything? Water? Food?” I shook my head.
“Well, maybe some water,” I corrected myself. He stood up again, going into the kitchen to get me a glass of water. He returned a few minutes later with two cups of water, one clearly for himself. We both drank our water in contented silence.
“So, Brandon, do you need to be anywhere?” I asked after a while.
“What do you mean?” he asked me.
“I mean, if you wanted to stay the night, you could,” I offered. He smiled.
“I think I’ll take you up on that, beautiful.”