Page 12 of Calculated Chaos

“Time out? Got a question.”

“What’s up?” he asks, kneeling in front of me.

“I think I’m on the wrong side of this.”

His smile grows. “I had a feeling. Want to try it the other way?”

“Yeah.”

Blaze helps me up, and I catch Hollister’s confused expression.

“Didn’t like it?” he asks.

“I think I’d rather be the Dom,” I answer.

Hollister’s face flushes. “Yeah, that actually makes sense.”

Does it?

“Do you want to try with each other?” Blaze asks. “Or if that’s too weird, give me a few minutes to find a sub for you.”

Hollister shakes his head. “I don’t want another stranger, uh, person here.”

Blaze nods, his eyes focused on my friend in a way that makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Is he hot for Holl? I guess he is kind of submissive, and that’s obviously Blaze’s thing.

“Yeah, no problem,” Blaze says. “So…?”

His question hangs in the air. Can I hit Hollister in a sexual way, even if it’s just to get experience? Would he let me?

“I’ll be your… um… w-whatever,” Hollister says, stuttering over his words.

“Sub,” Blaze supplies. “Play partner works too.” He offers a comforting smile. “Remember, guys, this is a benign experience. It’s not sexual. It doesn’t have to mean anything outside of these walls.”

We both nod. Hollister stands, shaking his shoulders, then he shifts his eyes to me, silently pleading with me to help him through this. I’ve seen the look a thousand times.

“I got you, Holl,” I whisper.

He exhales, walking over to the bench and climbing on without saying a word. Blaze walks me through the restraints, and I’m well aware of Hollister’s shaky breaths and soft gasps every time I secure the bindings. I think I unexpectedly helped us each find a new kink. Go figure.

Blaze pulls my attention back as he explains how to position Hollister, or whoever my play partner is, for full effect, and my mind unhelpfully offers a visual of my best friend, naked and splayed over this bench, ready to accept whatever happens to him.

I cough at the unexpected image.

“You okay?” Blaze asks.

“Yep. Tickle in my throat.” I smile, even though I’m uncomfortably warm.

“There are flat ones that are similar,” Blaze explains. “Easier, in my opinion, for more varieties of sex.” He pulls on a rope above Hollister’s back, lifting him slightly. “From this position, blow jobs are good.”

Hollister, cheeks red and lips parted, gazes up at me, breathing through it. He looks kind of… peaceful. Huh.

“Is it uncomfortable?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Want to give him a few swats?” Blaze asks, handing me the crop.

I look to Holl for the answer, and he nods, flicking his tongue over his lips.

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