Chapter 1
(Stav Strashko, my idea of who Thomas looks like.)
Sammy
"Your little admirer is watching you again." Kyle whispered in my ear and he leaned over and pretended to grab something from the center of the table. We were sitting in the middle of the University's café courtyard. We were at our usual agreed upon meeting spot and we had settled to eat our lunch and study after classes.
Rolling my eyes, I just ignored Kyle's foolishness and returned my attention back to my psychology book and pretended that I didn't hear what he'd said. For three weeks now he'd been going on and on about some pixie like little blonde girl watching me all over campus like she was a deranged stalker. Every time I looked to the spot where he indicated, there was no one there or there wasn't anyone looking our way. But as usual, the drama queen kept it up and wouldn't shut up about it.
I tried my best not to let the exasperated sigh escape my throat when he scooted closer and elbowed me in my side.
"Sammy, I'm not playing, just turn your head towards the left and you'll see her. No, no, no... Don't make it obvious." He chirped when I turned my head quickly to the side and to my surprise.
My eyes collided with a pair of big, shocked blue eyes. The girl jumped like someone had startled her and she quickly turned away before she disappeared around the side of the building and into the mass crowd of students shuffling either to class or to lunch.
"See, I told you. Now do you believe me?" Kyle slapped my arm with a hint of smugness to his voice. He was ecstatic to be proven right after weeks of me telling him he was off his rocker.
"Huh, I guess you were right, but it still doesn't change anything. I have no idea who that girl is, and I'm not interested. I don't swing that way, and I have my Master." I pointed out as I shrugged my shoulders and attempted to get back to the chapter in my textbook.
"Oh come on, Sammy. Aren't you at least a little bit curious as to why she's been stalking you for weeks now?" Kyle bounced in his seat like a hyperactive little puppy.
I slammed my book closed and shoved it into my backpack. "Okay, there is only one way to put this nonsense to rest and get you to shut the hell up about. I have a quiz at the end of the week and you are making it impossible for me to study. So come on, let's see if we can find the girl and find out why she is so interested in what I'm doing."
The next thing I knew, Kyle released an ear splitting squeal, jumped up from the table, grabbed me by the wrist and we were off. He dragged me across the courtyard, shoving people out of our way and I had no choice but to keep up with him, or else I was sure that even if I lost my footing he would have continued to haul me off into the direction the slender girl was last headed.
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Thomas
My heart was pounding away a mile a minute in my chest as I skidded to a stop in the hallway in front of the art building. For the millionth time I cursed my ineptitude to just work up the nerve to go over to them and ask that guy Sammy about the rumors behind the stunning piece of jewelry he was wearing around his neck. I'd just realized a couple days ago when the weather had gotten warmer and people started shedding the outer layers of clothes that his best friend wore and equally stunning necklace around his neck as well.
The rumors I've heard from listening to some of the other students around campus is that those necklaces the guys are wearing are more than just pretty decorations. They are actually collars. They represented the fact that both of those stunning boys belong to someone in the BDSM community. Ever since that photo shoot I'd assisted my mentor with, I've been burning with curiosity about the lifestyle.
My photography instructor as well as my mentor here at the University had allowed me to assist him one weekend not so long ago. It was a private photo shoot of his client's club and some of it's patrons. Bliss, was the name of the establishment and it is reported to be an upscale, members only private adult bondage establishment. Bliss provided a safe, clean, and elegant place for it's members to indulge in their preferred kinks in private and semi private venues.
I'd almost tripped over my own feet and swallowed my own tongue the whole time I was there hiding behind all the photography equipment and lights as I gawked at the larger than life men who were called Dominants. The subs had called them Master, or Sir. The men and a few of them were female known as Dommes and addressed as Mistress. All of the submissives were indulged, fawned over, and spoilt by their partners. The Doms made them their sole focus and priority at all times.
The connection I witnessed between the men and women, the level of trust, and open adoration on both parties faces and their actions towards one another had made my heart ache. I found myself wanting that. I wanted it desperately. Me, the poor little cast off orphan who no one has ever wanted. A throw away baby. My own mother had thrown me in garbage when I was born. It was only the actions of a good Samaritan digging me out of the trash why I'm even alive today. So finding someone who will look at me, want me, and will take care of me like those men and women took care of their subs would be a miracle in my book. Nevermind the leather, the collars, and the kink.
Hey, I actually thought all of being tied up and at someone's mercy could be hot as hell depending on if end game turned out to being fucked within a inch of your life by one of those hot ass men. But shy, mousy little me would never stand a chance in any situations like that. I'd have a heart attack and drop dead right then and there if I was ever brave enough to approach Sammy and his friend to ask them about learning the lifestyle.
My heart had finally calmed down enough for me to go my assigned studio space. I needed to add the photos I'd taken over the weekend to my collection for my final presentation that's coming due in the next few weeks. I pushed off the wall just as two guys came barreling around the corner almost trampling me to death.
"Whoa...There she is" The blonde exclaimed as he skidded to an awkward stop causing his friend to slam right into his back. It was a tangle of arms, jackets, and backpacks before I recognized the two in question and my heart rate kicked right back up into high gear all over again. I was trapped and mortified to the point of rendering myself speechless.
It didn't even occur to me that he'd referred to me as a 'she.' If I wasn't so surprised that they had noticed me watching them, then I would have gladly point out that I was indeed, a male. It's understandable though, if I had a nickel for every time made the gender mistake was made with me, I'd be a billionaire by now. I couldn't help the fact that I was what is described as androgynous in appearance.
It didn't help that I preferred my bone straight, curtain of blonde hair to hang long over my shoulders and down my back, stretching down, reaching to just under my shoulder blades. My eyelashes were thick and long, and I've been told they make the blue in my eye pop even more. My lips were naturally tinted pink and I didn't have a lick of hair on my face or my chest. All my life I've been mistaken for a girl, so it shouldn't surprise that these two would have made the same assumption as well.
"Alright, girlie. Why have you been stalking us?" The cute blonde asked me while his dark haired friend wore an confused expression as he looked to his friend then back at me.
"Um...I...I... Just wanted to know about your..." I managed to quietly stutter out before words failed me altogether so I just pointed to their collars as my face went thermonuclear.
"You want to know about our collars?" The dark haired guy asked and all I could do was nod my head while keeping my eyes firmly on the tips of my sneakers.
"Hell, you could have just come up and asked. We don't bite." The blonde snickered and his friend just shook his head.
"Shut up Kyle, she's probably shy and didn't want to ask two strangers about something so personal." The dark haired guy said and my shoulders slumped with relief. A least one of them understood how I was feeling.
I took a deep breath and decided to clear the air right now. "Um...I don't mean to pry or anything. It's just that I'm interested in the lifestyle. I have been for a while now, but I don't know anyone other than you two around here who are familiar with it. I noticed your collars and I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you. I'm Thomas by the way, Thomas Cavanaugh."
"You're a dude?" The blonde blurted out while he bent slightly at the waist to get a closer look at my face. "Damn, you're really pretty for a guy."
His friend pushed him out of the way while shaking his head. "I apologize in advance for him. He has no home training, it's a good thing he's a submissive. His Master will hopefully succeed in training him properly. His name is Kyle, and my name is Sammy. Pleased to meet you Thomas. We'll gladly help explain the lifestyle to you if want."
Kyle started hopping around like someone had ignited a fire under his ass. "Oh...We should take him to the club and introduce him to our Masters. My Sir will gladly help explain all there is to know about BDSM if you are truly interested in learning and practicing it. Hold on let me call Master Julius and then we can go." Kyle gushed excitedly before pulling out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.
With a series of taps on the device's screen, Kyle made his phone call and talked a mile a minute into the mouthpiece before ending the call. He spun on his heel with a big grin on his face. He grabbed s both by the wrists and hauled us towards the parking area. For a slim guy, Kyle had a firm grip. Sammy and I were dragged off before I could even start to panic about the fact that I was on my way to speak to two Dominants. It was bad enough trying to approach two submissives, and now suddenly I was going to be taking to men who made control and dominance their lifestyle choice, oh help.