Page 10 of Evil Beautiful

Was it where the patrons of the club got their frustrations seen to?

“Do you want to see what’s behind the curtain, Kell?” Strange asked with a wicked wink.

I could only nod.

I definitely wanted to see.

I’ve never been to a BDSM club and wasn’t sure the lifestyle was for me. Sure I liked being tied up and in turn tying up my partners and spanking happens to be a turn on, but the rest? I wasn’t so sure.

Taking my hand she pulled me up and led me to the doorway. The handsome man dressed in dark dress pants and white shirt with a red velvet bow tie pulled the drape back and opened the door for us.

The music was the first thing that I noticed. If you could call music erotic that’s exactly what this was. Not heavy, not soft either but the beat and the guitars all played on the senses. And then I saw the room. The black walls, heavy red and gold velvet drapery, thick black carpets, gilt framed mirrors and huge crystal chandeliers gave the room an aura of old world decadence. There were several small groupings of dark leather couches, most were occupied.

A few of the groups had naked collared and leashed men and women sitting at their feet. Some were busy giving head to whoever was holding their leash. But mostly there was nothing much going on, just people watching the scenes taking place on the various small stages scattered around the room. I recognised a Saint Andrew’s cross but I wasn’t sure about the function of the rest of the equipment I saw on those stages.

She led me to a grouping where two of the guys I surfed with almost daily sat with women on their laps. The women had their backs against the men’s chests and their legs were spread wide open. They wore short tight black dresses that were pulled up to their waists and they weren’t wearing underwear. Brody had his fingers deep inside the pussy of the woman on his lap and carried on as if it was something that happened every day. In this club I suppose it was.

“Hey, Kell, good to see you. Have a seat, bru.” He said as he indicated the empty seat next to him with his head.

I looked at Strange and when she nodded I took the seat.

“Strange told us she was going to invite you to the club and Adam and I seconded your invitation. It helps that you know all three of us.” Brody’s voice sounded perfectly normal while he made the girl on his lap writhe and moan. Suddenly there was the sound of a wet slap and the girl threw her head back with shout as she came.

“There you go, sweetheart.” Brody kissed the back of her neck. “Get off me, go clean-up then get back here.”

“Yes, Sir.” She said softly as she slipped off his lap.

“You may pull your dress down for now.” He ordered.

With a quick shimmy she covered her pussy and ass and walked away on sky high stilettos towards where the bathrooms were I suppose.

I took the time to look around the room as Brody cleaned his hands with a wipe he had taken out of the dispenser on the table.

“Have you ever played at a club?” Adam asked.

“No, I’m not sure I’m into the lifestyle really. I was curious and allowed Strange to talk me into coming here with her tonight.”

“But you have tied your partners up and spanked them, haven’t you?” Brody inquired quietly.

“Yes, I have and I’ve been tied up and spanked as well but never in front of people who were watching us. It was always just me and my partner or partners. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with people watching me getting off.” I cast a quick glance around the room.

“That’s absolutely fine, you don’t have to do anything out here if you’re not comfortable with it. There are rooms where you can play. Some like to be watched and they leave the curtains over the windows open while they play, others are more private and close them. Whatever you prefer.” Adam reassured me.

I was about to answer when movement on the opposite side of the room drew my attention. A group of people were clustered around a raised platform. On the platform a naked man was tied to a contraption that looked like an X. And standing on the platform with a whip in his hand dressed in tight fitting black pants, knee high boots and no shirt was Gideon Acheson.

Fuck.

His skin was glistening under the spotlight that was aimed at the platform and red stripes covered the torso, arms and legs of the man on the X. His member was hard, it looked swollen and an angry looking red, to me it looked bloody painful. As I watched Gideon put the whip he had been using to the side and picked up a short handled flogger. He expertly started to flog the man, avoiding his groin entirely it had him arching his hips and pumping into the air.

And then finally the flogger snapped over his balls and cock and he came in great spurts with a shout that reached me even where I sat across the room.

“That’s one of the Masters here, Master Gideon. He doesn’t have a submissive that I know of. He trains the newbies and let me tell you, they fight like cats and dogs to get him to take them as his sub. Not that he ever accepts any of them.” Strange explained, her voice pitched low.

I didn’t tell them that I knew Gideon. I don’t know why but maybe it was because I would be exposing his private life and I somehow knew he wouldn’t like it.

While we had been talking Gideon had taken the man off the contraption, gently covered him in a towel and sent him away with a man who had been sitting in a chair on the platform watching. I followed him with my eyes as he made his way over to a table around which several men sat with their partners. His big erection was very obvious in his tight pants but he did nothing to relieve it.

For the rest of the time we were there I found my eyes straying over to their corner several times. Some of the men would disappear down a corridor with their partners for some time before coming back to the table but not Gideon. He had dried off and pulled on a black shirt but that was it. He talked to those at his table and watched some of what was going on around him but mostly his attention was focused on one of the men at the table. They were having a very intense conversation.

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