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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.

  Alphabet Soup

  TOP SHELF

  An imprint of Torquere Press Publishers

  PO Box 2545

  Round Rock, TX 78680

  Copyright 2011 CB Conwy

  Cover illustration by Alessia Brio

  Published with permission

  ISBN: 978-1-61040-209-5

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  First Torquere Press Printing: April 2011

  Alphabet Soup

  by CB Conwy

  Prologue

  The strap hits him across the top of his shoulders and the pain is sharp, fire spreading across his back. It makes him tense up, and he curls in on himself as much as the bench lets him, digging his fingers into the leather at the edge. He can’t have moved enough for it to show, though, because the Dom doesn’t let up. The next blow falls just beneath the first one, and he realizes that this Dom is one of the meticulous ones; the man is going to beat Andy until there’s no part of his back that isn’t burning with the heavy pain from the strap. It’s exactly what he needs, and it’ll be easier to take now that he knows the force and the aim of this particular Dom.

  The next blow hits him a little bit lower down, and then the next one and the next. They overlap just a tiny bit, and the pain is so much worse where he’s hit twice. The next blow almost makes him gasp, but he keeps it in and lets his breath out slowly instead. Controlling his breathing is supposed to help, but he’s never quite gotten the hang of that. It doesn’t make it any easier that the Dom is harsh; the man uses a lot of force and the rhythm wavers just too much for Andy to lose himself in it.

  Another blow hits, down to the middle of his back now, and before he can control himself enough to hold it back, he moans. He twists his head to muffle as much as possible of the sound in the padded leather under him. No matter how hard he fights, he still makes a sound when the next blow hits, too fast for him to get over the last one.

  The Dom picks up on it, and the next blows are faster, making him gasp as they dig into his skin. The strap hits him on the lower part of his back, the sensitive skin where it always hurts the most. The next blow is the hardest yet to take, and he yelps from the brutality of it. This is where he begins falling apart.

  He digs his numb fingers into the spanking bench, but he can’t feel the leather anymore, and his body jerks when he gets the next blow. He’s losing the control he’s fought so hard to maintain, and it’s devastating. He’s not losing himself in the pain, he’s just losing himself. He’s pressing his head as hard as possible into the leather, trying to hide his sounds, but he can’t.

  The strap is on his ass now, and it’s supposed to be easier there, even good. But the blows come too fast and his silence is long gone. The sounds are forced out of him, and every gasp, every cry is involuntary and so humiliating. He’s writhing under the strap, and when it hits him on the crease between his ass and the top of his thighs, he shouts and reaches back with his hand to protect himself. He’s lost.

  It takes several minutes before he realizes that the beating has stopped, the Dom standing next to him, waiting. Andy struggles to catch his breath, to make his numb arms and legs obey him. His lungs feel too small to get enough of the air he so desperately needs. It takes a long time, but he finally manages to get his arms under him and push himself up on shaky legs. He turns to the Dom, eyes low.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  1

  He closed the door behind him and sighed; it had been a long, long day of hammering and sanding and finishing up in the house in the woods. But the result had been worth it; Mischa’s sub would be really happy with his new library. Mr. Richter, Andy should probably call the Dom when they weren’t in the club, but old habits die hard.

  Andy bent down to untie his heavy work boots. There was still a bit of sawdust on them, and a couple of shavings followed as he took off his jacket and shirt. He kept undressing until he was naked and had a pile of messy clothes on the floor next to him. Jeff had seen him doing this once and had teased him mercilessly with it ever since. Well, first Jeff had been flabbergasted at what the guy had misinterpreted as an attempt to seduce the boss. Andy didn’t care; it was his house, and he was free to decide how he wanted to live here. And he wanted it clean and tidy. Orderly.

  He bundled up the clothes, careful to get the little shavings, and went to the bathroom, where he deposited the bundle in the hamper. There, now he could have his shower.

  Under the warm water, his thoughts kept straying back to the image of Mischa’s sub on the floor. Tom had looked so peaceful in what Andy considered to be a pretty humiliating pose, sitting at Mischa’s feet. Andy shook the thought from his mind; humiliation definitely wasn’t what he was looking for when he was playing. At all. Still, the sub had seemed so content...

  He ordered himself to get the images out of his head and efficiently washed his hair before turning off the water. He had a new book, and if he got out of the shower and had something to eat quickly, he would have an entire evening to read.

  Planted in his favorite chair, the empty plate from his dinner next to him, he found that he had trouble concentrating on his book. It was an analysis of world politics after the fall of the Iron Curtain, and he had wanted to read it for weeks now. But the memory of Tom on the floor at Mischa’s feet kept disturbing him. He was thirty-five pages into the book when he finally realized that he could only remember the blurb on the back cover. He put the book down with a thud; it wasn’t like him to have difficulties concentrating. Not anymore.

  “You need to get off.” He had spoken out loud without thinking about it, and he winced. It made him seem even more like a hermit than he already did. If nothing else, that made a visit to the club necessary. It was still early, but there was bound to be somebody to play with anyway.

  He didn’t bother dressing up; fitted jeans and a white t-shirt would have to do. Besides, these were the clothes that got him the most attention anyway; the handyman look just worked for him. Walking to his car an hour later, he smiled a little at the memory of the time he had left his five o’clock shadow and added a few carefully placed rips to this uniform. That had resulted in a wild night.

  Like he had expected, the club was pretty quiet this early on. He looked around, eager to find someone to give him a good night’s sleep. The people here were the usual suspects, though, and there weren’t really any of them he wanted to play with. He was in a peculiar mood, wanting none of the things he usually came here to get. It was a little disconcerting, and for a moment, he thought about just going back home.

  Sitting at the bar and ordering a Coke, he decided to give it at least an hour. Then he could go home and jerk off in bed. Not the perfect Friday night, but he had had worse.

  “Earth to Andy.”

  He started and turned on the bar stool.

  “Oh, hi, Toby. I didn’t hear you.”

  Toby smiled.

  “No, you looked as if you were far away. Thinking about last Saturday?”

  “Something like that.” Andy tried to smile. He most definitely wasn’t thinking about last Saturday. He was actually trying very hard not to, bu
t there was no way of explaining that to Toby. Especially not to Toby. He forced himself to look at the man next to Toby.

  “Well, now that you’re back with us, I’d like to introduce you to CK.”

  Andy obediently shook the hand of the stranger, trying to pull himself together. The guy -- CK -- was a welcome distraction. He was tall and wide and caught Andy’s attention immediately. Maybe it was just his size; Andy didn’t meet a lot of people bigger than himself, but CK was at least an inch taller than Andy, maybe even two.

  “Nice to meet you.” The guy actually looked as if he meant it, the gray eyes warm. He wasn’t smiling, but he still exuded a relaxed friendliness. He wasn’t exactly Andy’s type -- Andy played with the rough guys, and this guy seemed confident, but definitely not rough. He was almost proper with his businesslike haircut and discreet clothes, slightly out of place in a BDSM club.

  “You, too. I’m Andy, by the way. Are you new here?”

  “He is, and I wondered if you could show him around. I have to cover for Ben tonight; he’s walked into a door again.” Toby looked annoyed.

  With anybody but Ben, “walking into a door” meant that you had been in a fight. Ben, on the other hand, really did walk into doors. And tables, and everything else he could possibly get close to. There had been one memorable night where he’d bumped his head into the bar counter when he bent down to pick up some ice and had slashed open his forehead. It had been bloody.

  “Sure, no problem.” Andy could babysit a little while he waited for someone more suitable to show up.

  Toby looked relieved, and after saying goodbye to his new member, he disappeared into the storerooms behind the bar.

  “So, would you like a tour of the place? Or have you been here before?”

  “I would.” CK studied the surroundings with interest, and Andy used the opportunity to admire his body. Someone spent a lot of time in the gym. “I’ve just moved to Boston, so it’s my first time here.”

  Andy got up and started walking toward the other room. “Well, you can pretty much see what’s in here.” He made a vague gesture toward the bar and the chairs in the room. “The small stage isn’t used much; it’s quieter in here than in the main room. This is where you get a blowjob, not where you string up a sub and whip him.”

  “I’ll try to remember that.”

  Andy saw the little twitch in the corner of CK’s mouth. Okay, maybe he had been a little blunt.

  “Well, if that’s what you want.”

  Now he was definitely being laughed at, even though it still only showed in CK’s eyes.

  “I mean...” Damn, he wasn’t very smooth today.

  CK seemed to decide to save him. “I have varied tastes, even though I don’t do many whippings.” His tone of voice was reassuring, and Andy relaxed a bit.

  “Well, if you ever feel like it, this is the best place.” They entered the main room. This early in the evening, it was almost deserted. Both of the stages were empty, and there was only a couple fucking in a corner and a very young sub getting a spanking against the wall. As they watched, he cried out and came all over himself. His Dom kissed him, looking very pleased.

  “Most of the real kink happens in here. If you want, you can make an appointment to use the big stage, but normally we just use it if it’s free.”

  “Okay. Do you bring your own floggers, or do you have equipment here?”

  “We have basically everything here.” Andy walked over and opened one of the cabinets. CK gave a low whistle.

  “Yeah, impressive, isn’t it?” Andy let his eyes slide over the whips, floggers, and paddles in all shapes and sizes. There wasn’t much you couldn’t find at Slake. He caught a glimpse of the strap the Dom had used on him last Saturday and abruptly closed the door again. CK looked at him questioningly.

  “You can use everything, as I said, but please remember to put the used stuff down here.” He spoke a little too fast, pointing at the low shelf for equipment needing to be cleaned.

  “I like a club that’s meticulous about hygiene.” CK’s eyes were kind, and Andy nodded. He continued the tour, guiding CK toward the rooms in the back, showing him the key system and how to make reservations. CK was easy to talk to, asking questions and listening with interest to the answers.

  “So, did I interrupt your plans for tonight?”

  The tour of the club was almost over, and they were back in the big room. Andy cast a quick glance at CK, but there was no innuendo in what he said; he was just making conversation.

  “Not really. There were only the usual suspects when I came here; not really what I’m looking for tonight.” Andy had no interest in a repeat of last Saturday.

  “No? What are you looking for?”

  “Someone I can kiss.” He had answered before he had a chance to think about it. CK seemed a little taken aback.

  “You’re looking for someone to make out with? Isn’t it a bit hard to find vanilla sex here?”

  Andy laughed. “I didn’t say I wanted vanilla.” He stopped and turned toward CK. “I still want someone to take control, I just don’t want to be screaming my head off while I’m chained to a cross tonight. And sometimes you just want to be with someone you can kiss while you get your brains fucked out.”

  CK blinked. Then he smiled, a slow smile that changed his face completely. Into something very, very hot. Andy found himself transfixed by the look in his eyes, the only thought left that maybe this guy wasn’t so far from Andy’s type after all.

  “You’re right, sometimes you do. If you feel like it, I’d be more than willing to kiss you. You did show me around, after all.”

  Andy forced himself to remember how to talk. “So, you think your skills will be adequate to make up for the entire, uh...” He checked his watch. “...twenty minutes, I’ve spent on you?”

  CK laughed. “They just might be.” He got serious, and his eyes narrowed a bit as he inched closer.

  Andy swallowed nervously as he was gently pushed backward until his back hit the wall. Then CK slowly took his hands and lifted them over his head, nailing him to the wall. The unhurried, deliberate movements went straight to Andy’s dick.

  “Was it something like this you had in mind?” CK’s gray eyes were fixed on Andy’s. Andy had to clear his throat to answer.

  “I think it’s just about right.”

  Before Andy could make any more clever comments, CK bent down until the his lips were so close to Andy’s that Andy could feel the heat emanating from them.

  It was scorching hot, and so was CK’s warm breath on Andy’s face, feeling almost like a physical touch. He managed not to move, staring at the dominant man in front of him, desperately wanting the kiss and obediently holding himself still. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, the seconds stretching out until he could hardly stand it anymore.

  CK tightened the grip around his wrists, and then Andy had to break his stillness and lean forward, finally tasting those warm lips.

  “Good boy.” CK only pulled back enough to whisper those words and went right back in, letting a moist tongue glide over Andy’s lower lip. For a moment, Andy was confused; he had no idea what CK meant. Then his thoughts were lost in the way CK gently probed his mouth, seemingly intent on driving any attempt at coherent thought out of him.

  CK succeeded so well that when the man pulled back, Andy forgot about his resolution to hold still, following those lips until the grip around his wrists forced him to break contact. He made a little frustrated sound, panting as he tried to remember what he was doing. CK smiled again, that slow smile that did something strange to Andy’s knees.

  “Like that?” CK’s voice was low and his eyes intense.

  Andy nodded, unable to talk.

  “Good.” Suddenly, the intensity in CK’s face was gone and the big man gently lowered Andy’s arms, letting go of his wrists. CK’s hands slid
up Andy’s arms and massaged his shoulders. Andy blinked, swaying a tiny bit and trying to adjust his balance.

  “Shh, you’re okay.”

  Andy looked at CK without understanding. Of course he was okay; it was only a kiss. He felt a little dazed, though, struggling to find the light mood again.

  “I think...” Andy had to clear his voice. “I think that was worth twenty minutes of my time.” It wasn’t the smoothest attempt at lightening the mood, but CK laughed anyway.

  “Yeah? Glad to see that I haven’t lost my touch.” CK turned toward the room again, keeping one hand on the small of Andy’s back. “Let me buy you something to drink. Then you can let me know if I can help you with the rest of your plans for tonight.” He had a teasing smile on his face as he lead Andy toward the tables in the bar room.

  The club was busier now, but the Dom still found them a table and pulled out a chair for Andy. Feeling a little awkward at being waited on, he sat down. He ended up almost missing the seat of the chair and had to correct his position to keep from falling on his ass. He felt his cheeks heating. CK let a hand slide over his neck before the Dom went to get something to drink. The touch made Andy’s skin tingle.

  He only realized that he had been staring at CK when the man got their drinks from Toby and turned around. CK caught Andy’s eyes and smiled. Andy adamantly told himself not to blush; they were at Slake, for Christ’s sake. That they might have plans later on was as normal here as buying milk when you were in the supermarket.

  After placing their drinks on the table, CK sat down next to Andy and let his hand slide over Andy’s neck again. His fingers were cold from the glasses, and Andy shivered.

  “You’re sensitive.” CK leaned forward, looking at him.

  “I... No, not really.” Quite the opposite; the Doms Andy played with always complained that they couldn’t get a reaction out of him. He lowered his eyes, nervously fiddling with the napkin that came with the drink.

  CK seemed skeptical at Andy’s explanation, but then he changed the subject.

  “So, this Ben, does he walk into doors a lot?”