A Night at Trained Strangers Ch. 01

A gay story: A Night at Trained Strangers Ch. 01 (This chapter is all about the discussion, smut in.02)

Please note that all characters depicted in this story are above the legal age of consent (18+)

🢖 I N T E R V I E W

M I C A H

Micah couldn’t help feeling a little jittery as he walked up the stairs to a sex club in broad daylight, on a busy street, only a mere three-and-a-quarter blocks from the Law Firm his father worked at. That was way too close for his comfort, but at the same time, this was the club to go to for what he wanted, so he couldn’t be too picky. He was a little promiscuous, but not stupid; he wouldn’t give his ass to literally just anyone… okay, maybe he would consider it, but he had enough common sense to know when somewhere seemed a little questionable. He was raised by a lawyer and could pick apart any contract he was handed, he’d tried other places but he had just had a feeling that he shouldn’t trust it so easily.

He’d gotten lucky at a party and met someone just as… cautiously promiscuous as he was, and that was how he’d gotten the information about the club he was going to. She’d even had videos she had shared with him so he could verify for himself that it was normal, safe, etc. This felt like his last-ditch effort without crossing state lines or going through some less-than-reputable businesses.

He felt somewhere between excited and nervous as he stopped in front of the door and peeked inside. The sign said closed, but the owner of the club had specified for him to get here at twelve, and it was twelve, but the door was still locked. Micah sighed, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he glanced around nervously.

Just as he was about to admit defeat, a delivery truck drove from the alley behind the club, turned onto the street corner, and stopped in front of the club. The truck idled as the driver leaned over the center console.

“The office is around the side!” She called out the truck’s open window. Micah nodded his head, calling out a quick and shy thank you to her before ducking his head and walking around the corner to the office. Micah looked down the alleyway, taking notice of the sign hanging over a door that said ‘Office’ on it with a mental face-palm. He should’ve seen that, honestly, he had just been so caught up with getting inside without being seen that he’d overlooked it. With a steadying breath, Micah headed toward the office, pausing at the door to see the lights on. Micah raised his hand and knocked carefully on the glass, unsure if he should walk in or not considering he had a scheduled appointment.

He held his breath for a moment, his head tilting down to look at his feet nervously. He was feeling shy and nervous all of a sudden, it had him shuffling around anxiously as he waited for someone to open the door.

When the door finally pulled open, after realistically a few seconds, but it felt closer to an hour with the nervousness washing through him, Micah’s head popped up and he looked up into the eyes of a well-dressed businessman. The man wore an expensive dress shirt, a pair of very nice designer jeans, and an expensive belt around his waist. His shirt was wine-colored, the top couple of buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up so that his muscular forearms were very much in view.

Micah’s eyes roamed upward more, taking in the sight of a strong, chiseled jawline with the faintest hint of a five-o’clock-shadow, and deep, piercing green eyes. His hair was deep brown and slicked back, the slightest bit falling down onto his forehead. Micah met his eyes, his cheeks flushing bright red.

“Hello, sorry, are you here for an appointment, or…?” The man asked, his deep baritone voice washing over Micah’s senses and making his heart skip a beat as he quickly nodded his head.

“Yes, I spoke to someone on the phone, I was supposed to be here at noon, but I went to the wrong door,” Micah explained shyly, keeping his voice soft as he let his eyes fall down to the man’s chest after a moment. The man nodded his head and motioned him inside of the room, holding the door open so he could slip inside of it. Micah stepped into the room and glanced around, biting his lip as he took in the sleek and modern furniture in the office.

“Please have a seat, I assume you’re Micah, then?” The man questioned, and Micah nodded his head, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He could feel his heart begin to pound as the man walked around his desk and took a seat, piercing green eyes looking into his soul. “I am Caelan Chambers, the owner and event coordinator for ‘Trained Strangers’.” Micah nodded his head shyly, his fingers tangling together in his lap nervously. “So, how can I help you today?” Micah felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he tried to come up with a response of any kind.

“I’m Micah Wilkinson,” Micah introduced himself, glancing up into his eyes. “I… was, um,” Micah trailed off nervously, “I was hoping for an… event,” He finally settled on, much too shy to just blurt out ‘get me gangbanged’ to a complete stranger. Or anyone. Unless he was drunk enough to be loose-lipped, that is.

“What kind of event?” Caelan asked, and Micah swore he couldn’t get any redder as he opened his mouth to respond, words failing him as he tried to find a more polite way to request what he wanted. “Everything discussed here is completely confidential, even if I were to decline service your privacy would be ensured.” He assured, and Micah nodded, gulping a little.

“I’m just a bit nervous,” Micah explained, “I’ve never gotten this far along in the process yet, so this is pretty much unscripted. Um… Basically, I heard about this place from my friend?” Micah offered, “She told me you offered group events,” Caelan nodded his head.

“I offer everything from privatized gangbangs to recorded professional pornography, as long as it falls within the lines of safe, sane, and consensual,” Caelan explained, and Micah nodded his head.

“T-The former, not the latter,” Micah managed to get out, and Caelan nodded his head.

“I’m assuming by your shyness, this is your first time?” Micah nodded his head and Caelan smiled. “Well, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, we all have urges and desires. I guarantee that you can’t say anything that will surprise me, I’ve heard pretty much about every pitch out there.” Micah nodded his head and cleared his throat. “How many people were you looking for? Preferred genders?”

“I-I was thinking maybe eight to ten?” Micah questioned, “Um, men, though, I don’t fuck with pussy.” Micah blurted, his eyes widened a bit, mentally facepalming himself, “I-I am so sorry, I don’t usually lack tact, at least not to this severe of a degree.” Caelan straight up laughed, his deep green eyes alive with amusement.

“Eight or ten?” He asked, managing to reign in his laughter and reassume his professional attitude, “In order to create the request, I need specifics. Everything and anything you want to happen during the scene has to be laid out in advance so your safety is ensured.” Micah nodded his head.

“T-Ten,” He admitted, and Caelan nodded his head and grabbed his mouse, clicking a few times before Micah heard a printer start.

“There’s paperwork you’ll have to fill out should we decide to schedule the scene. It’s quite the packet,” Caelan said, eyes roaming over his computer screen as he clicked around a couple more times.

“Gotcha,” Micah replied, feeling less anxious already. He liked the sound of paperwork, not because he really wanted to do paperwork, but because it seemed much more professional than the last place he’d tried. It provided a bit of optimism about this being the place he was looking for.

“Do you want to use protection, or not?” Caelan asked kindly, professionally. Even with the attempt at professionalism that Caelan was putting into this, Micah couldn’t help but feel shy as he shook his head. “Okay, no protection. When you come for your event, I’ll need an updated STD test results form. If you don’t know where to obtain one, I have connections with the one closest to here, and can get you an appointment there.” Micah shook his head again.

“I can handle that,” Micah said. He already had a testing facility, if he suddenly charged his insurance to a new location, his dad might get suspicious over it. Micah did not want to have to answer any questions or run the risk of his dad calling the new facility and finding out that he’d been sent over by the owner of a sex club in preparation for an event. Micah kind of doubted they’d know, but if Caelan had connections there, he might be friends with them so it could be like, just an assumption they’d make. Micah might be a little paranoid.

“Okay, I will need it before the beginning of your scene,” Caelan instructed, his deep green eyes roaming from his computer screen to Micah’s face and then back again, “Top or bottom?” Micah felt his flush spreading to the tips of his ears as he pointed down, symbolizing bottom silently. Caelan nodded his head and began typing. “Since you aren’t using protection, do you have any specifications about where the release goes?”

“Ummm, on me, inside me, I don’t care,” Micah answered, keeping his tone soft.

“Alright. Any kinks? Special requests?” Caelan asked, and Micah looked up into his eyes.

“I have a size kink,” Micah admitted, “C-Crossdressing? Um, do you count fetishes as kinks or is that a question for later?” Caelan laughed again, seemingly unable to help himself. Micah’s flush only increased more, his eyes lowering a bit.

“Fetishes are a question for later in the interview,” Caelan responded, amusement flooding through his tone. Micah nodded his head.

“Okay.” Micah nodded his head, “Then, uhh, dumbification, size kink, breeding kink, exhibitionism, and voyeurism clearly,” Micah listed, “Humiliation kink, degradation kink, praise kink,” Micah hesitated a little, having a hard time thinking of everything right off of the top of his head. “I’m a big masochist, have a biting kink, umm, I-I really like it rough. Choking, um, face-fucking, the works. I like impact play, like spanking, I like bondage, umm…” Micah trailed off, looking up at Caelan nervously, listening to the sound of his keys clacking as he typed.

“Alright,” Caelan said after a brief pause to finish typing, “Don’t worry if you can’t think of absolutely everything right here on the spot, you’ll have a very detailed packet of paperwork you’ll be filling out going over this as well as your fetishes. This is just for the big kinks that come to your mind right off of the top of your head when asked.”

“Gotcha, okay,” Micah answered. “I’d probably say breathplay, then, too, but not anything too heavy… mostly just like, choking on dick. Or like, if you choke me, for instance. Just nothing insane, I do not need lasting damage.” Micah laughed nervously, looking down at Caelan’s desk instead of his eyes.

“Perhaps like plugging your nose while sucking dick?” Caelan asked, sounding a bit as if he was talking about the weather with how casual he sounded. Micah nodded his head, excitement coursing through him. “Understood. Anything else in particular?” Micah shook his head, prompting Caelan to nod and begin typing.

“Well, you can push my limits,” Micah said, glancing up at him through his lashes, a bit nervously. “Like, if I’m saying no or something… I will safeword if I want things to stop.” Caelan paused for a moment, his eyes scrutinizing him with a look that made Micah shift around shyly in his seat.

“Have you ever safeworded during a scene before?” Caelan questioned, and Micah nodded his head.

“I stop things when I fall out of it, and that happens whenever I’m uncomfortable,” Micah confirmed, keeping his voice steady despite his shyness. He didn’t want to unintentionally send off the wrong message by being nervous when responding… but Caelan made him nervous. In a not-bad way, just a… anxious, horny way.

“Do you need safeword check-ins?” Caelan followed up with, and Micah shook his head. That’d kick him out of it, at least a tiny bit. Breaking the fantasy would be enough to make his mind stutter at least, though if he was deep enough he supposed that wouldn’t really be a problem.

“It tends to somewhat take me out of it,” Micah explained, and Caelan nodded his head, his fingers continuously moving as he typed on the computer.

“What if I made it into a part of the scene?” Caelan asked, making Micah hum. He’d never really considered that, most just ask, and when he says no, they move on. It wasn’t a super huge deal usually, but with a scene of this magnitude, he could understand why it might be necessary for him to sprinkle one in somewhere. “I’d only use if you were resisting and seemed deep enough in subspace to warrant a check-in.” Micah nodded.

“How would you go about making it into a part of the scene?” Micah asked, and Caelan smiled kindly, glancing up at him over his computer.

“Well, after asking, as long as you responded coherently enough, and use conversation to make it into a part of the scene,” Caelan explained, “Say you were resisting something someone said to humiliate you, and for example, you seemed upset, I would check in with you. Genuinely. If you needed your safeword, the scene would end and you’d be given your aftercare.” Caelan continued, “If you didn’t, then I would turn it into a taunt. Say something like, ‘Well then it mustn’t bother you too badly,’ and continue on with the scene.”

“That would work,” Micah said, nodding his head. “I just wouldn’t want it to linger at all, it’ll pull me completely out of it.” Caelan nodded his head in response. “I uhh… I just thought of something else. I’m fine with like, a little cock-stepping. I don’t want no, like, severe CBT or anything, but like, I really like overstimulation, and ummm stuff like cockstepping.”

“Okay. And when you say cockstepping…” Caelan trailed off. “Do you want everyone stepping on your cock, or is it more of a sporadic thing for you? Situational, perhaps.” Micah nodded his head.

“I definitely don’t like it enough for everyone to be doing it,” Micah said, giggling shyly as he brought his hand up to scratch at the back of his head shyly. “If just someone did it, then I’d be fine. Like, does that make sense?” Caelan nodded his head.

“Relax,” Caelan said, shifting forward in his chair to rest his elbows on the desk in front of him. “This is called an interview because I can tell you to fuck off if I think you’re nuts, or if something seems off, but it’s more or less a fancy negotiation.” Micah let out a giggle, nodding his head a bit as he peeked up at Caelan through his lashes.

“I understand,” Micah answered confidently, though his heart was thudding against his ribcage like nobody’s business. Caelan was way too attractive, this wasn’t fair. The guy at his old club, the owner, had been good-looking in like an ‘I have a mortgage and 3 kids’ kind of way… which really didn’t do much for Micah he couldn’t lie. He didn’t care about that at all. Caelan was hot in the same way that Robert Downey Jr was in Iron Man. The rich, arrogant, smart, confident, sexy way.

“Fetishes, then?” Caelan asked after a beat of silence, and Micah nodded. He couldn’t help but wonder if he could just fill out the paperwork instead of this, trying to tell this massively attractive man all of his kinks and fetishes felt so intimidating if he was being honest. He was self-confident enough to know he was a hot piece of ass, but that didn’t stop him from feeling like a fish out of water when he was around someone he was actually attracted to.

“Would it be okay if I just filled those out on the paper?” Micah asked shyly, “I don’t intend to be difficult, it’s just a bit… uh… embarrassing. To say all of this aloud.” Caelan nodded his head.

“That works fine for me, I can’t submit the form until I receive the paperwork and your identification anyway, so there is no rush,” Caelan smiled kindly, and Micah let out a relieved breath, nodding his head. “Appearance-based requests?” Caelan questioned and Micah bit his lip and flushed a little, shaking his head.

“N-Not really,” He stammered, “Um, I’d prefer between the ages of twenty-eight to at most, forty-five?” He asked, “I like there to be at least some of an age difference between me and whoever is fucking me,” Micah explained, feeling a little shy as he ran his tongue along his lips.

“Understood,” Caelan answered, “Are there any things that you know for certain you want to happen during this event?” Caelan questioned.

“Umm…” Micah hummed, tilting his head a bit as images flickered through his head. “I know that I want to be fucked by everyone. Uh, blowjobs, too, face-fucking preferably? I’d like it to last as long as possible, I’m really into overstimulation and stuff like that. Umm, maybe a bit of pushing me? Like, pushing at my limits, I mean.” Micah said, pausing for a moment, “I want it really rough.” Caelan nodded.

“Okay. Then I’m going to need a safeword, one for when you need things taken back a notch, and one for when you want things to end entirely.” Caelan said, and Micah nodded. “You can use Yellow for ‘slow down’ and Red for ‘stop’ if you wish, but if you have your own words you’d prefer to use then now is the time to specify that.”

“Um, I use sgaoil as my ‘stop’ safeword, and slaodach for my ‘slow down’ safeword,” Micah explained, and Caelan nodded his head.

“Gaelic?” He guessed, and Micah nodded his head.

“My mom,” He explained, “She um… yeah, she grew up speaking it, so I know it well enough. It usually works well enough as safewords because not everyone speaks it so it usually confuses them.” Micah paused, “I-I just mean that it breaks through the haze in their mind, to like, bring their attention to what I need. I know ‘confusing them’ isn’t really the intention.” Micah giggled nervously, lowering his eyes a bit.

“I understood what you meant,” Caelan said, nodding his head as he began typing on his computer once again. “I’ll also need safe symbols for you, something you can do if you can’t speak and need to alert to an issue.” Micah nodded, humming a bit.

“I could tap whatever surface repeatedly,” Micah said, and Caelan nodded his head, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips as he typed.

“You mentioned being into humiliation and degradation. Is there anything that you are sensitive to that should be avoided? Any words that trigger you or make you feel some type of way?” Caelan prodded further.

“Ummm, no, I’ve never had anyone say something that caused me to get upset in the bedroom,” Micah said, “Maybe just like, no slurs or anything? I don’t mind being called a slut or a whore, or whatever, that stuff doesn’t bother me. I don’t know if slurs are even a part of what you’d usually do in a scene I just uhh… well, that’s the only thing I could think of that might take me out of it?” Micah explained and Caelan nodded.

“I prohibit the usage of certain terms within the walls of the club to ensure a safe and fun time for everyone,” Caelan said, “If it’s a specific kink for being called something, I might find someone(s) who aren’t bothered by it depending on what it might be. Generally speaking, if it is something that is considered provocative, or could make anyone feel unsafe or unwelcome, then it is against the forms that everyone signs when becoming a member here.”

“W-Will I be a member after the event?” Micah asked curiously. Depending on how this went, he might actually want to join it. “What’s a member of the club? What does it mean?”

“No, anyone can schedule an event, given they pass all of the qualifications and are asking for something reasonable and not too dangerous,” Caelan explained, “Members have access to the full club, not just the event rooms. The ‘Strangers’ are a subset of the members,” he continued, “Everyone on the members list is asked to go by a pseudonym so as to protect their privacy, which is pretty standard for events like yours1 as well–anonymity is important to us.”

“What is the process of becoming a member?” Micah asked curiously.

“Well, you are technically going through half of it just to schedule the event,” Caelan said, “There are some other requirements. For one, you have to have a member vouch for you to join, and you have to go through training to be either a dominant or submissive, or both if you want to switch between roles.” Caelan explained, “Furthermore, bi-monthly STD tests are mandatory, either with the company I mentioned before or from an outside tester. If you use an outside tester, you must bring the test to my office on the 4th of every other month.” Micah nodded.

“What if you were trained elsewhere?” Micah asked. “I went through training and completed that almost a year ago.”

“That depends on where you were trained, frankly,” Caelan said, “In those cases, I would need to see the training certifications, as well as do a light test scene with you going over the things that I might have questions about, multiple if necessary. However, for the most part, you’d be able to skip the long and drawn-out process of retraining and only train on the things I think you need to be retrained in.” Caelan said, prompting Micah to nod his head. “Do you have any other questions regarding membership?”

“What are, uh, the benefits to being a member versus just, like,” Micah trailed off shyly, “Scheduling multiple events at different times?” Caelan smiled a little, running his eyes over Micah, for the first time really making direct eye contact with him. Micah flushed all the way down his neck, his eyes darting down to the man’s chest respectfully.

“Well, members get access to the club part, and also are invited to public events, like public scenes of different kinds,” Caelan explained, “There are rooms that are rentable for members, either by the month or nightly depending on what they need, fully furnished, and with a number of sex toys, lubricants, condoms, and connecting bathrooms. For anyone without a private room, there are changing rooms, with full showers and bathrooms.” Micah nodded his head.

“Is there a fee to join?” Micah questioned, feeling his heart pick up as excitement washed through him. That was much more than the club he’d been signed up for until now. He’d had to stop at way too many gas stations to change in the restroom before going to it. Plus this would absolutely save him a shit ton of gas money. Caelan nodded in response. “How much is it? And to rent a room? Like, do you have any just, plain bedrooms? And is there cleaning included?”

“The fee for membership is fifteen hundred even. It covers all of the drinks and food you’ll consume while here, as no food or drinks are allowed to be brought in,” Caelan explained, “Furthermore, we will pay for your STD tests, either by card if you use the company we collaborate with, and if not, we’ll shave that off of your fees yearly.” He continued. “If you pay for it, you will get a very detailed receipt that will explain everything it is that the money covers that is too small to mention off-handedly.” Micah nodded his head.

“That’s doable for me,” Micah said, biting into his thumbnail, “Well, as long as I can pay with a card, ummm…” Caelan nodded his head.

“We accept cards,” Caelan said agreeably, and Micah nodded his head. “There is a yearly fee, which will be gone over in detail in the paperwork. As for the room: how long would you be looking to rent for? Just for the night of your event, or for a longer period of time?”

“Actually, a longer period of time,” Micah admitted, “Umm, I still live at home with my parents, it’d just be more convenient if I had somewhere I could change and rest after, before going home.”

“Well, for a month it costs around six-fifty, but the sex toys are free to keep once you vacate the premises, even the unused ones–we do not reuse even if the packaging is intact. Water, power, and furniture are included, as well as meals if you order them. Cleaning for the rooms is provided. The kitchen closes at 3 in the morning, so you’ll want to order at least thirty minutes ahead of that.” Micah nodded his head.

“So in total, the cost would be two-thousand-one-hundred-and-fifty-dollars?” Micah asked, and Caelan nodded. “Can I join, like, as a member? I’m pretty sure my friend is a member, do you think you could call her to get the referral?”

“What I’ll do is,” Caelan said, “Right now, I’ll get you set up with the event, get you to pay for that, have you fill out the forms and hand over your identification. I will make a copy of it to keep on file and have you get started on the membership forms, and you can have your friend call me if she wants to vouch for you.” Caelan stated, “If not, wait until the night of the event. Everyone present will be able to vouch for you, and all you need is one to agree. Out of ten, you have a pretty good chance. Especially if you’re good with your tongue,” Caelan teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as Micah flushed.

“Well, I’ve never gotten any complaints,” Micah said, unable to help himself from flirting a little in response.

“Oh really?” Caelan asked, quirking up his eyebrow as he ran his eyes over Micah more scrutinously. The gaze he was pinned with had the submissive part of him trembling, the urge to sink to his knees at the man’s feet just a little hard to fight. He could feel his heart speed up in response to the gaze, adrenaline, and excitement flooding through him. Micah nodded his head, batting his eyes coquettishly, keeping his eyes downcast as he tilted his head to the side slightly, showing off his slender neck.

“Yeah…” Micah answered, drawing out the word playfully, “If you want to find out for sure, though, maybe you should come to my event.” Micah said, leaning forward a little, feeling his hair shift around his face as he looked up into Caelan’s eyes after a moment of hesitation, “I would love to give you a demonstration of my talent.”

“Hm, is that so, now?” Caelan asked, and Micah nodded. “Well, I suppose if you insist, I am the owner of the business and it is my duty to ensure the customer leaves happy, isn’t that right?” Micah nodded his head, smirking a bit against his will.

“Of course,” Micah said, “That’s just proper business,” he teased, and Caelan hummed in response, a smirk tugging up the corners of his lips.

“Then I will count myself in the tally then. So nine, now, instead of ten.” Caelan said, glancing away from him to look back at the computer, “I will need a pseudonym for you to go by while at the event.” Micah nodded his head.

“Hazel,” Micah said, because he had hazel eyes, and that just made sense to him. Caelan typed it into his computer and looked over at him.

“Okay, furthermore, I need to see your identification card, as well as all of your certifications from your current club,” Caelan explained. Micah nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

“I have digital copies can I email them to you?” Micah asked, “If not, I will have to run home and pick them up. I… kind of forgot to bring them.” Micah admitted shyly. Caelan nodded his head.

“I’ll accept the digital copies for now, so we can go ahead with the planning of the event,” Caelan paused for a moment, “However when you bring your STD test, you’ll need to bring the physical copies. I just have to see them to verify their authenticity and then you’ll be able to continue on as planned.” Micah nodded gratefully. “Send them to this email,” Caelan said, grabbing a business card and a pen, quickly scrawling down a business email onto it, and then handing it to Micah. Micah took it and went straight to his email, copying the email into the recipient line and then attaching all of the documents to the email, and then sending them.

Caelan clicked around on his computer for a couple of seconds, and then his eyes began scrutinizing the screen as he scrolled occasionally. After a few minutes of scanning over the images, he nodded his head.

“This actually isn’t the worst club to be trained at,” Caelan said, “Pretty beginner-friendly, you might be able to skip a fair bit of retraining.” Micah nodded his head, excitement bubbling up in his chest.

“I was very careful when selecting my club,” Micah admitted bashfully, “I wanted to feel safe, and like I could trust the people I was around. I had a good experience with the club, this one is just much closer to home and offers things that are of high value to me,” he continued, feeling even more shy as he explained himself for some reason.

“Very good,” Caelan praised, the corners of his lips pulling up more, “Now, I’m going to hand over this paperwork for your event, you’ll need to fill it out. If you have any questions for me, you’ll need to ask them.” Caelan instructed, “Take all of the time you need, I schedule these appointments to be four hours long, with an hour between them, so you have plenty of time.” Micah nodded, watching as Caelan stood up from his desk and turned around, grabbing the papers out of the printer that had stopped at some point without Micah having noticed.

Caelan took the thick stack of papers and carried it to his desk, straightening the edges by tapping them on the desk before grabbing a clipboard out of a metal bin on a shelf just beside his desk and putting the stack beneath its clip. He grabbed a pen and then handed the paperwork to Micah, giving him a comforting smile.

“Gotcha,” Micah said as he took it, pulling his ID out of the back of his phone case before handing it over to Caelan. “And there’s my ID.” Caelan took it and nodded.

“I’ll give this right back to you after I make a copy of it,” Caelan said, standing up and walking around his desk, going over to the copy machine on the other side of the room. Micah looked down at the paperwork and began filling it out, not nearly as bothered by the monotonous nature of having to fill out paperwork.

All he could think about was that he was finally getting somewhere with his little fantasy. He honestly couldn’t wait. Part of him wanted to have it scheduled for the next day, just so he could jump into it. That wasn’t smart, though, and Micah wanted to be smart about this so he could properly enjoy it. He didn’t want to rush it, even if he was so impatient for it that the idea of waiting felt a little agonizing. At least he’d have something to look forward to, right?

“Here you go,” Caelan said, setting his ID down on his desk right in front of Micah. Micah reached forward and grabbed it, jamming it into his pants pocket until he could get into his car and put it in the back of his phone again. He just didn’t want to fuck with it right now. Once that was taken care of, Micah went right back to filling out the paperwork.

The room was silent, only the sound of the air conditioner lightly going in the background, Caelan seemingly distracted with something on his computer as Micah went about his paperwork.

Filling out the entire packet took three hours, and Micah already knew a lot of the answers to everything it asked. He’d gone ahead and scheduled it for a week and a half away, the first day of his week-long break from classes, knowing it would be beneficial to have some recovery time after taking on ten dudes. He’d be surprised if he could walk. Maybe he should arrange for Hanna to drive him and pick him up… He’d think about that later, though.

As soon as he was finished with the packet of paperwork, he handed it over to Caelan and sat in agonizing anticipation, watching him slowly flip through the pages and read through his answers. It took him much less time to read it than it’d taken for Micah to write it all, thankfully, though.

“Now, for the specifications. As you are getting gangbanged, there are some questions I need to ask to put in the notes here.” Micah nodded his agreement, and Caelan nodded his head. “Alright first of all: Double penetration, yes or no?” Micah hummed, biting into his lip as he nodded, unable to help himself from shuddering the slightest bit as images flooded through his mind. “You said you have a degradation, humiliation, and a praise kink.” Micah nodded. “So you want soft degradation then,” Micah hummed.

“I-I’m… I don’t know?” He asked.

“Well, soft degradation is somewhat of a personally coined phrase, as the two kinks often go hand in hand,” Caelan explained, “An example of soft degradation would be something to the effect of; Just a pretty little cockslut, begging to be fucked.” Micah shivered a little as the baritone of his voice washed over his senses, his cock twitching in response.

“Y-Yeah, I like that,” Micah answered shakily, shifting around a bit in an attempt to hide his erection. “You can go meaner than that sometimes too.” Caelan nodded his head.

“Understood,” Caelan said, smirking a bit. “Perhaps more to the effect of; What a dumb little puppy, taking cock after cock like a bitch in heat, looks so pretty when you’re crying,” The words made him whimper a little, his cock actually hardening, making him flush a little as it tented the front of his shorts.

“Yes,” Micah answered, “Both work for me,” He answered, leaning over a bit in an attempt to hide his erection. Caelan nodded his head and began typing on his computer. “Y-You can be meaner than that, too, also… I just need to be praised sometimes, it helps.”

“I understand,” Caelan said, nodding his head as a smirk pulled up the corners of his lips, his head tilting to the side. “I only have a few more questions for you before we can get to the end of the interview.” Micah nodded his head, his teeth biting into his bottom lip nervously. This was a very intensive process–he’d been expecting it and was relieved for it but still.

It was embarrassing to just be interviewed like this. Suddenly he felt an infinite amount of pity for the casting couch porn actresses who had to force small talk when they knew what was coming, and they had it sooo much worse than him because they were immediately getting banged after.

“Tell me, Micah–what is it that you want from this scene?” Caelan asked, “In your head, you’re picturing something I’m sure. So paint it for me with words. Tell me, in detail, what you are looking for.” Micah practically choked on his tongue as the words left Caelan’s mouth. He hadn’t expected this question, though he wasn’t too sure why it caught him so off guard. It did make perfect sense… but it was so embarrassing to just blurt it all out.

Micah took a shaky breath, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he took a moment to toss the question around in his head. The embarrassment had his cheeks heating up even more somehow, but his cock aching nonetheless.

“In my head…” Micah murmured, “Like, when you ask that… do you mean like when I fantasize about it?” Caelan nodded his head, and Micah’s teeth sank down harder into his lip. “Well… I fantasize about myself dressed up in something revealing, sexy, slutty… lingerie–I don’t know, just something feminine.” Another nod brought Micah to glance up at Caelan’s eyes to try to gauge his reaction, uncertain if he was embarrassing himself.

“Um, also, I fantasize about being a toy… used, I want it really rough. Like if I’m not crying then it’s not hard enough. I want to be degraded, humiliated, and pushed to the edge of my limits–safely, of course…” Micah trailed off for a moment, glancing away and hiding his face behind his hair. “In my head, I am nothing but a pretty little fuck toy, cockdumb, stupid, and worthless. I want to be nothing.” Micah’s voice lowered a bit as if he feared that someone might overhear him though they were alone in the office. “I want it to be rough, and messy, and I want to be bullied by everyone. I just want to be…. used. Really used.”

Micah held his breath for a moment as he waited for Caelan’s response, uncertain of whether or not the darkness in his eyes was arousal or anger. He wanted to think it was arousal, but the tiny little voice in the back of his head brought that into question. Heavily.

“I see,” Caelan said, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes as Micah peeked up at him through his lashes. “A doable request, really.” Micah let out a relieved sigh. Thank every being that might exist, someone was clearly looking out for him.

“Really?” Micah asked excitedly. “Okay, so… like, there’s gonna be ten guys… how’s aftercare going to work?” Micah asked, unable to help himself. He couldn’t help it. He needed to know how that part was going to work before going into it because otherwise he might be left without someone to do his aftercare. Of course, that’d be bad, and definitely not a ‘recommend to a friend’ level of care. Still, he’d rather be safe than sorry.

“Alright: In the way of aftercare. There’ll be one person who is responsible for your aftercare. They will take care of everything from driving you home to helping you clean up,” Caelan explained, “You’ll be fed, bathed, comforted, and taken care of, and then taken home. You will be taken care of before you head home.”

“Really? That’ll be great!” Micah said, “That’s perfect, I was worried about getting home if I was too sore to drive.” Caelan nodded, smirking a little.

“I would suggest being dropped off,” Caelan said, “You probably will be in no condition to be driving home afterward. You will more than likely end up in subspace. It’d be irresponsible to let you drive home after a scene of this magnitude.” Caelan paused for a moment, “And your car would be stuck here until you picked it up, which would be fine… but I can’t promise you won’t get a ticket for parking without a permit.”

“I’ll have my friend drop me off,” Micah agreed. He couldn’t leave his car anywhere, he was certain his father would lose his shit. And it’d only be worse if he got a ticket for parking without a permit. Especially if his father asked to see the ticket, realized where he was parked, and began asking questions. That’d be problematic in more ways than one. Furthermore, it could get worse if one of his cousins saw his car there. Some of them were cool… others? They just wanted his place in the company his father owned and were willing to do anything to get it.

“Alright. I’ve got pretty much everything I need from you for this part of the process.” Caelan said, “It’ll take me a few days to get it set up, so you might not get the confirmation message for a maximum of five days. I’ve already picked out multiple different people to participate, so it shouldn’t take too long to fill up a ten-person roster.”

“Gotcha,” Micah answered, nodding his head. “So, is there anything I need to do in preparation for the event? Other than the usual stuff before anal, I mean.” Micah said, making Caelan nod his head.

“Do you have any plugs that vary in size?” Micah shook his head. He had a lot of plugs, but most of them were about the same size. He often wore them to match his shirts when he went to his club, as the shorts he wore had a little slit in the ass that let his plug slip into view through a mesh window. “Wait right here,” Caelan said, standing up from his desk and walking around it, then out of a door behind him, disappearing down a small hallway.

When he returned, he had a large black back with no logo whatsoever on it and handed it to Micah before sitting back down at his desk.

“Before your event, you need to begin anal training. You should start with the smallest size necessary, and go up from there. Have you got any experience with it?” Micah nodded his head, “Do you need a recap or do you remember everything,” Micah nodded.

“I remember everything,” Micah said, making Caelan nod his head.

“Alright. Then all that is left to discuss is the price of everything.” Caelan said, and Micah nodded. “So to schedule the event room it’ll be one-thousand-two-hundred-seventy dollars flat. Did you want a private room as well?” Micah nodded.

“Will I have somewhere to get dressed beforehand if not?” Micah asked, and Caelan nodded. Micah bit his lip. “When am I doing the membership sign-up?”

“Right. You’ll want to come early enough to fill out the paperwork for that, and we can get all of that finished then as long as your friend calls me. Don’t forget the STD test and the physical copy of your certifications.” Caelan instructed. Micah nodded and smiled.

“I won’t,” He promised.

“Alright. Let me get you rung up and then I’ll send you on your way and get on contacting some people for you.” Caelan said and smiled, making Micah nod, giddiness spreading through him. He needed to call Hanna when he got home to have her call Caelan and vouch for him. He’d literally owe her for life.

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When Micah finally made it back home, he was giddy and excited. As soon as he pulled into the driveway of his parent’s house, he pulled into the garage and parked. He then snuck in and went straight up to his room. He needed to call Hanna right away, he couldn’t wait to talk to her about scheduling the event. And about Caelan. He was sure that she knew him, god, if she was a member how couldn’t she? Damn, he was so hot.

The wine color of his shirt really offset the color of his skin, Micah thought dreamily as he tossed his shoulder bag onto the floor, kicked off his shoes, and crawled onto his bed, pulling his phone out and unlocking it with his fingerprint before he moved from his message screen to his home screen, then to his contacts. After briefly scrolling through his contacts he settled on Hanna’s and called her, listening to the sound of the phone ringing.

“Hey, Babe!” She said happily as she answered, “What’s up?”

“I went to Trained Strangers this morning,” Micah said, biting into his thumbnail as he rolled over onto his stomach, bringing his feet up into the air behind him, and lacing his ankles together.

“How’d that go?” Hanna asked, “Who did your interview? Was it the big boss, or the little boss?” Hanna asked, and Micah shrugged.

“Guy named Caelan,” Micah offered, and she broke out into giggles.

“So the big boss then,” Hanna said, giggling. “He’s hot, isn’t he? God damn what I wouldn’t do to let that man have his way with me,” Hanna sighed, prompting Micah to giggle a little in response.

“I totally feel you!” Micah exclaimed, “I think he might have his way with me,” Micah said, listening as Hanna shrieked out a laugh, “I asked him to be a part of my scene,” Micah admitted, “He flirted with me a little, and he agreed. So, I think, at least.”

“No fucking way,” She cackled out another way-too-loud noise, “Pics or it didn’t happen, preferably of the nether regions. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge,” Micah laughed, rolling his eyes as Hanna kept giggling to herself for a minute. “Anyway, did you schedule your Ménage à trois or whatever?”

“More like a Ménage à dix,” Micah answered.

“Nuts,” Hanna chortled, and Micah giggled in response. “Seriously though, damn, ten? Holy hell.” Hanna said, and Micah nodded.

“That’s the idea,” Micah answered. “So like, can you call Caelan at Trained Strangers and vouch for me so I can become a member? I would literally sell you my kidney,” Micah said, and Hanna hummed.

“Well, my kidney is pretty healthy so that’s of no use to me,” Hanna said, pausing for dramatic effect. “However, if you get me that pair of Zenith heels I want for my birthday, then I think that would be payment enough.” Micah just giggled in response and snorted.

“Oh, damn, it’s almost like you don’t want anything at all, and just love me and want me to be happy!” Micah said dramatically, making Hanna snort.

“I was going to do it for free! But then you offered to sell me a literal internal organ. I mean, really, a pair of heels seems like much less of a payment than that, so isn’t it fair enough?” Hanna questioned.

“Fine, fine. I got it,” Micah giggled, not really upset. He just liked to tease her a bit. “So do you think that you can drop me off there on the day of my event? Someone else is going to drop me off at home, but I need a ride there so I don’t have to worry about going back to get my car later.”

“Sure! You got it,” Hanna said, “So, are you going to tell me all about it?” Micah giggled as he began recounting the events of the interview with Caelan, only growing more excited as he talked about it. He couldn’t wait! This was going to be the best.