XXX'd Box Set (books 1-4) (gay humiliation role-play BDSM erotica) (5 page)

Chapter 1

Kyle bit his lip, unable to look away from the
computer screen. It made him feel like an old lecher, even though he was just
nineteen. His cheeks were burning as he watched the video he bookmarked a few
days ago. He had lube and tissues on hand by the computer, along with a
generous helping of shame. What he was about to watch went against everything
he always fought for, yet it had his cock hard in no time. Deep down, he knew
people couldn't choose their own turn-ons, but being the president of the LGBT
club at his university didn't go hand in hand with watching what he was about
to see. It shouldn't even go dick in hand.

He swallowed hard when the actors went right into
action, already feeling his heartbeat quicken. He liked to massage himself dry
first, so he slid his hand down his chest, straight to his cock. Glued to the
screen, he was imagining himself in just the same situation. His toes were
curling. His ears and lips were pulsing. His...

“Yo, Kyle! I forgot my freaking car keys, can you
believe it?” A moan from outside was followed by loud banging on the door. It
would be enough to kill anyone's boner. Fucking Jeff! Why couldn’t he just
freaking leave for once and let him get on with it?

Kyle got up so abruptly, he spilled lube all over
the keyboard, and that wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t for the movie that was
still playing on screen. Kyle’s lungs emptied when he heard the rattle of the
key against the lock. Jeff was opening the door. Time was running out. Kyle’s
heart went up his throat, and all he could think of was that turning off the
computer had priority over pulling his pants up.

Jeff barged into the room as soon as Kyle pulled
the plug, falling on his ass in the process. He stopped mid-way to his bed,
giving the whole scene a once over. Kyle was ready for a snarky comment, but
all he got was a burst of laughter so loud, it must have been heard on the
corridor. He rolled his eyes and pulled up his jeans, all the way up from his
ankles. That he could deal with. It could have been so much worse. Jeff could
have actually seen the porn flick.

xxx

Dan hurried down the corridor, searching for room
304 where the LGBT club meeting was supposed to be taking place according to
the leaflet he got during the club fair. It was already dark outside, and with
most of the students gone, Geary Hall looked so deserted, Dan half expected to
see a tumbleweed rolling across his path. The sound of his footsteps carried
over the endless, cream-colored walls as he passed the dining hall and turned
into another corridor that happened to be a dead end. Instead of the staircase
he expected, there were only two corkboards with event pictures and the door to
the psychology department offices. All he could do was to go back to the
building plan he passed on his way here.

Any other time, he might have decided not to
bother, but he had just transferred from his old university and needed to meet
some like minded men. A brief look at the floor plan revealed that room 304 was
in another wing of Geary Hall, which could only be accessed from the first
floor. Frustrated, Dan ran two stories down and made his way in the right
direction. When he finally found the room, the meeting was already taking
place, so he opened the door as quietly as possible and slipped inside.

It certainly wasn’t the biggest club on campus,
with around thirty people present. They had chairs arranged in a messy
half-circle and a table with coffee and donuts on the side, close to three
stacks of folding tables. He did his best not to disrupt the meeting, but the
room went silent as soon as he closed the door. Dan raised his head, meeting
the eyes of the only person standing, who happened to be male, young, and
handsome. The guy turned his body towards Dan and gave him a wide, all-American
smile that went well with his black sweater vest, slim tie and a tea-colored
shirt. He wasn’t all that preppy though, with snug, washed-out jeans and
sneakers, even though his hair was perfectly trimmed with a side parting. Very
cute. So was his voice, smooth and warm.

“Hi... uhm, can I help you? The dance classes are
down the hall.”

Dan frowned and looked over the faces that had
turned towards him like he was the last person they expected. “Oh? What kind of
dance class?”

“The...” The guy looked at his friends for
support, but no one helped out. “This modern dance thingy.”

Dan couldn’t help but smile. Could they be
actually thinking he was looking out of place at an LGBT meeting? Was his set of
a white t-shirt and jeans too plain? His hair was short, naturally tousled and
he wasn't styling it, so maybe that was where the confusion was coming from?
“I’m looking for something more non-traditional than that.”

“Yeah, I kinda... Don’t know if I can help with
that. You’d have to check the board for other dance classes.” The guy smiled,
but Dan noticed the way he discreetly rolled his eyes to one of his friends.

Dan cleared his throat. “Do I have to wear a
rainbow t-shirt to be invited to take a seat?”

“Oh.” The guy's brows shot up and he gave a
nervous laugh, making his way towards Dan with so much haste that he almost
tripped over a stray chair. “So sorry! I kinda... I’m Kyle, the president of
the LGBT club.” He held out his hand, which Dan readily accepted, amused by how
nervous the guy got as soon as he understood his mistake. Was he just ashamed,
or was that a glint of interest Dan saw in his eyes? He couldn’t figure it out
yet, but gave the hand a gentle squeeze and brushed his thumb over the sensitive
flesh between Kyle’s thumb and forefinger.

“I’m Dan, nice to meet you.”

“Cool, I’ll get you a seat and you can meet
everyone.” Kyle's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away, smiling towards the
group. He eventually slipped his hand out of Dan's, but gave him one more
glance, before going off to get an extra chair from the side.

Dan looked around the room, trying to make eye
contact with the members. “Sorry I’m late, but I just transferred and got lost
on the third floor.” Inevitably though, his attention was drawn to Kyle, who
bent over, reaching past a whole stack of plastic chairs to get something that
was stashed at the back. As Dan’s gaze slid lower, he let it brush over Mr.
Club President’s narrow ass. Was he chosen for this position on looks alone?
The president of Dan’s former LGBT club certainly wasn’t.

Kyle finally pulled out a metal chair with a
padded seat. He brought it over and put it at the end of the half circle, close
to where he was standing when Dan entered.

“We’re discussing our engagement in this year’s
city Pride parade,” said a girl seated next to Dan. He gave her a nod and after
a short exchange of words, he got to know a few more details about the event.
He was lucky to have an easy way with people, so he hoped to adjust to the new
place fairly quickly. Kyle he wanted to adjust to even quicker. Preferably
tonight, so he flashed him a friendly smile that made Kyle pause for a split
second mid-sentence.

“So what we want to do this year is make sure,
that our club supports the University's upstanding image and isn’t overly
sexualizing the LGBT community. I thought we could have matching t-shirts so
it’s also gender neutral.”

“Could we get fitted ones too?” asked a
long-haired girl sitting across the room from Dan. “I don’t want to wear that
sack of potatoes of a t-shirt again.”

Kyle sighed. “We’ll think about it but our point
is to not sexualize the club’s image. There’s enough of that at the parade as
it is.”

Dan raised an eyebrow, but the girl replied right
away. “How is girls wearing girly t-shirts sexualizing our image?”

A few people rolled their eyes and slumped in
their chairs, as if it wasn't the first time they  heard this argument.

Kyle raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “I
didn’t say it’s a ‘no’. We’ll have to see what money allows.”

“Well, I’m sure those who want a more expensive
option can chip in to cover the difference,” said a bearded guy from the
corner.

“As long as they’re not totally different, then I
suppose we can work something out. Anyone wants to volunteer to talk to the
parade committee with me so we can arrange a good spot? We don’t want to end up
in front of the BDSM float again.”

Dan looked up at him. “Is there some kind of
ongoing conflict I should know about?”

Kyle tugged on his tie, pressing his lips together
with a thoughtful frown. “I wouldn’t call it a conflict per se. It’s just that
it’s not the image of the LGBT community that we want to project to the
public.”

Dan’s eyebrow shot up. What the hell did that
mean?

“That’s something we keep discussing here. You’ll
get used to it,” said a boyish looking woman in a biker jacket.

Kyle opened his pretty mouth, but before he could
speak, a pudgy guy sitting to Kyle’s side butted in, pinching his thigh with a
chuckle.

“Kyle is all about the sanitized-gay.”

Kyle flinched and took a step closer to Dan. “That
is not what I mean! I only think that there is no reason to antagonize the more
conservative members of the public.”

“No one is asking you to walk around in leather,
but what difference does it make whether the club is next to the BDSM group, or
next to gay parents?” Dan shrugged, crooking his head.

“The difference is, that it’s not something I want
to be associated with. We then get photos from the parade, and can’t put them
up in most places, because there are always half naked guys in leather
somewhere in the background!” A flush was creeping up Kyle’s neck and his
nostrils flared.

“For once I do agree,” said the bearded guy. “I
can’t show almost any photos to my parents.”

Dan’s brows shot up even higher. He was starting
to wonder how Kyle got to be the club president in the first place, since it
was clear many of his opinions weren’t shared by the members. “Uh, well,
everyone in that parade has family. And what’s the shame in liking BDSM? They are
not naked during the parade itself.”

“No, but they are almost naked--” Kyle got cut off
by the same pudgy guy who pinched him before.

“And as we all know, you don’t like that.”

Kyle threw his arms in the air. “That is so not
valid to this discussion!”

The girl sitting next to Dan leaned over to
whisper into his ear. “If you want to know, he’s as sanitized as it gets.”

Dan blinked at her before turning his attention to
Kyle again. “So?”

Kyle shook his head and muttered, “Coffee break.”

Dan straightened his back and looked straight at
him as the club members slowly gravitated towards the food.

“There’s donuts too...” Kyle shifted his weight
from one foot to the other. “Sorry you had to witness this on your first day
with us. It’s usually a lot more fun.”

Dan got up from his chair and walked close enough
to Kyle, to have to look down on his brown hair. “Sounds kinda exclusionary.”

Kyle looked up at him, and Dan got electrified by
that unmistakable bolt of chemistry. “But it’s not. It’s about showing the LGBT
community as normal people, promoting equality and partnership.”

“Are you saying leathermen are less normal than
anyone else?”

“To be honest, yes, I kinda am. Just think about
it.”

Dan frowned at him, settling on letting his
silence speak for him. Kyle swallowed, nervously playing with his tie again.

“Uhm, are you a closet leatherman, or something?”

“What if I were?” Dan kept a watchful eye on
Kyle’s face, trying to read his mind. The guy was clearly uncomfortable. He
kept fidgeting, and his gaze roamed all over Dan’s face, but avoided his eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t be happy if you turned up in
some revealing outfit at the parade.”

“I wouldn’t, but that’s not the point.” Dan shook
his head and snapped his fingers in front of Kyle’s nose to get his attention. “How
come a gay man, not exactly accepted by everyone out there, is so readily
discriminating against a group that is proud of their sexuality?”

Kyle stared at him, all wide-eyed. “Did you just
freaking snap your fingers at me?” he asked, instead of answering the question.

“You were avoiding my eyes.”

“And I can do that if I want to.” Kyle frowned and
inched away. “That is not on.”

Dan felt the muscles around his mouth twitch, and
he couldn’t suppress the wide smile that spread across his face. “I’m not intimidating
you, am I?”

“I... are you trying to?” Kyle appeared
dumbstruck. He looked over his shoulder, to his friends at the coffee table,
but help was clearly not coming.

“No, but you’re trying to get away.” Dan sighed,
then pinpointed Kyle with an even more intense gaze. “If things continue like
this, you’ll not have coffee with me.”

“Oh, you’re fast.” Kyle gave a nervous laugh. “I’m
not ‘getting away’. I was just establishing some personal space.”

“I don’t bite, unless it’s consensual.”

Kyle stretched and wrapped his fingers on his own
nape. “I kinda... yeah. Whoa.”

“Yeah?”

“I suppose we could grab coffee sometime. Yeah,
that would be cool.” Kyle smiled and nudged Dan’s arm as if he were approaching
a wild boar.

Score. Dan nodded and brushed imaginary dust off
Kyle’s arm, but let his hand linger, catching his gaze again. “Sounds good.
Would you run if I came in leather pants?”

Kyle rolled his eyes, but a smile lingered on his
lips. “I suppose I’d have to ask you to change, or take them off whatsoever.”

Dan drew in a sharp breath, unable to look away
from the pale, handsome face. Kyle had very dark eyes and the most perfect pair
of wide eyebrows he’s seen in a long time.“I’d rather take ‘em off.”

“So that’s sorted. No leather pants for you, Dan.”
Kyle discreetly pointed to the coffee table. “I have to go, yeah... you know...
mingle and stuff.”