“I love leather. I have a few toys and some cuffs.”
Cason paused for a second, imagining Vince on his knees with his hands cuffed behind him, a leather half-hood over his head covering up his eyes. He breathed deeply for a minute before he grabbed two glasses and filled them with ice and water from the refrigerator. He walked back into the living room. “Here you go.” He flipped two coasters out of the holder onto the wood table he’d carved. He sat down on the other end of the couch and took a drink before setting down his glass.
“So.” Vince’s hands were clenched around his glass and he was staring at his knees. “Is this where we negotiate?”
Nodding, Cason settled back into the cushions. “It is. I can ask you questions, or you can tell me what your limits are.”
“I… you could ask me?”
“Okay. I remember you like bondage, but don’t like rope.” Vince nodded. “Are you willing to let me tie you up if I used something else, like silk? Or do you like cuffs?”
“I haven’t let anyone tie me up in a while.” His hesitance told Cason volumes.
“We don’t have to incorporate that, if it’s a hard limit for you. I don’t want bad memories to pull you out of your headspace while we’re playing.” Cason could work around that, though he loved to see a man held immobile, quivering as he waited for whatever came next.
“Maybe you could tie me so that I could get out of it, if I really needed to?”
Cason tapped one finger on his knee. “I’ll consider a few things. I have some options for bondage. What about pain? Not everyone feels the same about it.”
“Spankings can be hot, if they start slow. I don’t need it in every scene, though, and I don’t like a lot of pain. Definitely no blood or permanent damage.” Vince glanced up through his eyelashes in a look that was almost coy.
Cason felt a slow smile spread across his face. “Spanking could be fun, if used as foreplay.” With his hand. He could just imagine the taut curves of Vince’s ass slowly turning pink. His cock twitched with interest.
“What about toys?”
“Like?”
“Nipple clamps. Dildos. Cock rings. Though the last one might be considered bondage, there are different types like vibrating cock rings, ball spreaders, glans rings for guys who are uncircumcised… all sorts. I also have some ball straps which can take weights, cock cages. I own many things to play with.”
Vince swallowed. “Weights… that would hang from my balls?”
“It can stretch them beautifully and bring all of your focus to your balls.”
“Would it hurt?”
“I’d say it aches, but it isn’t a sharp pain. I never start a sub out with too much weight. The key is to build slowly.” That was going to be what Cason had to do with every scene; even the one he was already starting to plan. He would build things between them slowly; increasing the intensity bit by bit until he made Vince fly.
“Whatever you want.”
“So those are your limits? No blood or permanent damage? No severe pain? That’s it?” Cason wasn’t surprised that Vince seemed reluctant to speak up with the stories of how his past Dominants had treated him. “What about things like water sports?”
Vince’s nose wrinkled up. “Gross. No.”
Finally, a hard limit with no waffling. “Good. I’m not into that either. What about exhibitionism? Service?” Cason refused to suggest any humiliation play. He wasn’t into it and that would be the last thing that Vince needed. Breaking a sub down and pushing their boundaries didn’t mean breaking their spirit by degrading them.
“Service means what?”
Cason reached for his glass and took a drink, the ice clinking against his teeth. Vince was still holding his glass but he hadn’t taken a drink yet.
“Drink up,” Cason told him. “You need to stay hydrated.” He watched as Vince once again obeyed him immediately, taking a long drink. It pleased him, even if they weren’t playing yet. Clearly the man had a strong submissive streak, even if he didn’t want to live as a sub all the time.
“Service is just like how it sounds. You serve. It can mean taking care of the Dominant physically, or doing things like chores.”
“Doing chores can be a scene?” Vince sounded disbelieving.
Cason shrugged. “You’d be surprised what people get off on. For example, a sub could serve by washing my body in the shower before I let him suck me off. Or, a sub could bring me a drink while he fixed dinner for both of us, then sit blindfolded at my knees while we eat so I can feed him from my fingers. I’d consider that service, because he was taking care of my needs before I took him to my room and took care of his.”
Vince wiped at the droplets of water gathering on the side of his glass in short strokes with his thumbs. “I can’t cook,” he said bluntly. “But I’m not averse to being fed from your fingers.” He licked his lips as he looked down at Cason’s hands.
Cason chuckled. “That does remind me, you’re not allergic to anything, right?”
“No lubes or anything like that. I am allergic to shellfish, but nothing else.”
“Good.” He put his water down and then reached for Vince’s empty glass, setting it on the other coaster. “I think I have a pretty good idea of what you need. We’ve talked enough.”
“We have?” Vince bit his lip.
Standing up, Cason held out a hand to the nervous sub. “Yes. Come with me.” He normally didn’t have to guess what a sub needed. He could tell who needed to be hooded and whipped until they came screaming or who would respond better to being tied up and teased with a feather until they begged to come before their balls exploded.