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Summary: Set in Sev’s third summer visit, shortly after the events of Lean on Me, Damon and Grant prepare to go to a play party but plans change when Severus is added into the mix.
AN: This is Severus' first time being taken to a play party either as Dom or a submissive. He's felt he might be a switch since he began his 'friends with benefits' relationship with Max early in the summer and wanted to explore what it would be like on the other side of the flogger. The scening is not too terribly graphic, but it is in there. We see a bit of Grant's jealousy come to the forefront. I suppose I'm simply trying to say this is about Sev's first time in a dungeon that is not the Wolffe's and his exploration of submissiveness under Damon.
Love Puppet
Grant stood in the kitchen in his leather chastity shorts and the little mesh tank top Damon liked so much. His motorcycle boots were polished to a high shine and laced up tight and his black leather collar snug around his slender throat. He'd braided his hair back tightly and had it wrapped with several leather strips as well. The little submissive knew he looked damn good, now he was just waiting on his Master to finish dressing so they could leave for the play party.
"Damon... Sir... we should go soon," he called back to their bedroom as he looked at the large toy bag the other man had packed earlier that afternoon. So far he'd resisted temptation and not looked, but his resolve was wearing thin and he was reaching for the zipper.
“Don't you dare, Injun. I'll beat your ass before we even arrive at the dungeon and I'll make certain that you won't enjoy this spanking." Damon entered the room wearing his motorcycle leather pants, his combat boots and a leather riding cap, sitting jauntily crooked on his head. He had several straps in his hands, which were supposedly a harness type top and was trying to figure out just how the harness went across his chest. He tossed it down on the table and dragged Grant into his arms. "Fix that shit. It's all knotted up and for the life of me I can't figure out how it goes." He ran his hands over Grant's leather clad ass and squeezed the cheeks hard.
Grant purred and winked at his Master, pushing his ass back into the man's hands before he bent over to pick up the assortment of straps. "Yes Daddy," he purred and quickly set the harness to rights and was buckling it over the hairy, sculpted chest of his husband in moments. "You look so handsome." Grant stepped back from his husband and gave him an appraising look before he picked up the belt that would be run through the loops in the waistband of his shorts and then locked into place so no one could disrobe him without Damon's consent. He handed the belt to the other man and put his hands behind his head to give total access to his Dom.
Damon stepped closer, reached around and threaded the belt through the loops one at a time. He bent and leaned close to Grant's ear, whispering across it softly. "What would happen if I just happen to forget to lock this belt?" He licked the smaller man's ear and nibbled on the tender flesh. "Put you on display and strap you into the suspension rig then leave you open for all who wish to come by and touch you... use you while I watch."
Grant inhaled sharply at the words and shivered. "I am your toy, Master, if you wish others to play with me, then I will suffer at their hands to make you smile," he said softly. He knew his slit would still be covered if someone was to unzip him and the idea was both exciting and frightening at the same time.
Damon grinned. He nibbled down Grant's throat and sucked on the pulse point he found there. "How about I display you and start an auction and give you to the two highest bidders?" He breathed in the scent of Grant's growing arousal and the leather. It was a heady combination. "I'll sit back and watch as the both take you, one in each hole and then together in first one hole and then the other. Then I'll join them, fist you and then set you up in the swing I think maybe and we'll each get a hole to fill." He blew across the damp skin he had just been nibbling on.
Grant's dark eyes fluttered open and smouldered with lust as he listened to his husband. "I'm wet already Sir, do you want to use me before we go?" he asked as he shivered again. The idea of being taken by complete strangers as Damon watched made him hot as hell and the promise of a fisting just made him want to lie on the bed and spread his legs. "Make me your whore."
Damon leaned back and left the belt hanging open for a moment. "Shall I strip your shorts off and take you on the table?” He ran a hand over the front of Grant's shorts and rubbed on the small cock encased within. "Shall I call for Sev to hold you down while I fuck your little cunt and not let you come? Just get you good and wet and fill you then zip you back into the shorts so the others can smell me on you?"
"Make him hold my legs open while you fuck me hard Master," he growled and pushed into Damon's hand. "Fill my cunt til it's dripping Master," he begged. Why not he figured, Damon could always make Severus put a hood on and he'd never see a thing. Merlin knew the boy had already done everything shy of fucking him so far.
Damon grinned and squeezed Grant's firming cock through the leather. "Do you really want me to, Pet? You want to go to the party looking and smelling like you just had the best fuck of your life and yet I deny you the release so that it stay's pent up." He had been tempted to invite the younger man into their bed just because he had seen Severus as they trained and he saw how the other man looked at Grant and how shocked Grant had been that day in the living room when Severus and Max had played. He had no problem with swinging.
Yet this was his Grant that he was considering doing this to. Severus would help him take care of Grant and he trusted the British man enough that if he ever truly decided to share Grant it would most likely be with Severus. Jealousy flared in him suddenly. No matter how much he could fantasize for Grant that he wanted to watch another use him sexually, in all actuality, he'd most likely beat the other person to a bloody pulp and then dance in their remains. So no he wouldn't be sharing his special husband with anyone anytime soon... or ever.
Grant looked up at his husband and smiled. "Every time you touch me is the best time in my life," he said and leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. He had wondered for a moment if Damon was actually going to bring the young man up to their bedroom and was glad when he saw in his mate's face that it wasn't going to happen.
He'd watched Damon being the receiver of oral sex and watched him fist other slaves before and had always found it an intriguing mix of jealousy and excitement to see the big blond make someone else scream in pleasure. The only times Grant ever really got jealous was when Damon would flog, whip, spank, or otherwise use another submissive. That was his and he'd let the sub in question know how he felt the first chance he got. "Do you want me on the table or over the counter, Master?" he asked as he ran one hand over the curve of his ass and blew Damon a kiss.
Damon raised an eyebrow. "How about I fling you up against the wall and fuck you standing up? Bend you in half and slide myself first into your sweet little pussy and then your tight ass." He grabbed Grant's hand and held it behind him and then moved their hands to the zip in the back. It was extremely loud in the room as he lowered it, it seemed, because he could hear nothing but that. His hand slid inside and squeezed one firm rounded cheek.
Grant panted and mewled as Damon groped him, spreading his legs more to allow the other man more access to what he had to offer. "Yes Master, please against the wall," he begged and wriggled so that Damon's fingers were brushing over his pussy and could feel how wet he was, how swollen his sex was between his legs, how much he needed to be touched hard.
Damon moved his hand from Grant's ass to between his legs. He pulled on a small leather tongue that looked like an extra strap of leather and a pocket opened up on the shorts just below the one in the front covering Grant's cock. He slid his fingers inside the material and two of them in to Grant. "So tight, hot and wet. I can't wait to feel you on my cock." He murmured along Grant's ear and lazily slid his fingers in an out of the other man.
Grant shuddered and ground himself down on Damon's fingers, riding them as he clung to the man's arms. His eyes opened once more and he realized the kitchen door was open and Severus could walk in at any point. He didn't care. He bounced and whined on Damon's long fingers, his hand ghosting over Damon's crotch, but he'd not been given permission to touch and he was in subbie mode tonight. His breath hitched and he moaned throatily as Damon added a third finger and he felt his muscles clench tight around the digits. "Master... " He breathed and tipped his kiss swollen lips up to the larger man.
Damon moved his fingers faster in and out of Grant then turned and bumped him hard against the wall. He undid the zipper and button on his pants with one hand and peeled them back so his cock could spring free. Pulling his fingers from the other man, he lifted Grant easily and slid him down on his cock and then bounced him back into the wall again as he thrust up into his husband's tight pussy. "Yes, my Own. Is this what you wanted?"
Grant braced his hands against the wall. "Oh gods yes Master, fuck your bitch hard," he growled, wanting to push back onto his husband, but Damon was holding him off of the floor and all he could do was squeeze himself around the thick shaft and try not to come. He had his legs wrapped around the other man's waist and was trying to move, but his Master had too tight of a grip on him
Damon leaned forward and captured Grant's mouth roughly, nipping and biting his full lips. He thrust harder into his husband, the force slamming him back into the wall, rattling the dishes in the cabinets and the pictures on the other side of the wall.
Grant's hands were clenched into fists and he beat them against the wall as Damon pounded into him. As the other man pulled back from the submissive's mouth, Grant began to cry out loudly with each thrust.
Severus came out of his room and just barely caught one of the pictures as it was rattled off of the hallway wall. "What the hell?" he muttered to himself and cautiously made his way to the kitchen where it was sounding like a brawl was going on.
Damon revelled in Grant's cries and the feeling of him clinching around his cock. As much as he wanted to deny the other man his release he wanted to feel him squeezing his prick as he came. "Come, Grant." He growled out. "Come now." He slammed into his husband harder, feeling his own balls draw up in anticipation then leaned forward again and bit down on the smaller man's shoulder.
Grant heard the command and moved one hand to between their bodies and rubbed a finger over his clit, shuddering and bucking in Damon's arms as his back arched and he began to come hard. Trying not to scream, he sunk his teeth into his lower lip, his eyes widening in passion and then shock as he looked over Damon's shoulder and saw Severus standing in the door way.
Closing his eyes, Damon gave a shout then emptied himself into his husband, shivering as the aftershocks washed over him. He backed up and sat down hard in a kitchen chair at the table. He leaned against Grant, panting and pressed soft kisses to the bare skin on Grant's neck then raised one hand to bring Grant's face to his. "That was amazing, my Own. Remind me again why we don't wear leather more often?" He captured Grant's mouth again, focused only on his husband.
Grant chuckled against his husband's lips. "Because it costs too damn much to have it dry cleaned and I get funny looks when I pick it up," he murmured and laid his head on Damon's shoulders, his lips next to the man's ear. "Sev is behind you, Master," he whispered softly as he followed the young man with his eyes.
Damon groaned and kept his eyes closed. "Afternoon Sev." He could feel the aftermath of their adventure, cooling and running down between their legs. He reached for his wand that was setting on the table next to the bag of implements. "Something we can do for you?" He opened his eyes and turned his head looking for the younger man.
His other hand reached around and pulled the zip up in the back of Grant's shorts, patting the other man's ass after he did so.
"Erm... well, I was catching photographs as they were rattled off the wall and wanted to make sure everything was alright. And well... apparently it is," Severus said as he self-consciously took a glass from the drain board and filled it with tea. "I'll.. uh.. just be going now." The younger wizard tried to get back out of the kitchen as gracefully as he could.
Grant sighed quietly as he watched how uncomfortable the boy was. He loved it when Severus visited, but sometimes he missed the fact they could do what they wished whenever and wherever they wished without worrying about someone walking in. "It's alright, Sev."
"He's right, Sev." Damon waved his wand over them then carefully lifted Grant off him but kept him straddling his lap. "We are on our way to a party in Wheeling, would you like to go?" He reached between them and done up Grant's shorts.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea Sev," Grant said as he squirmed a bit to get comfortable in his shorts once more. "I know you have some leather, so go put it on."
Severus stood in the doorway, undecided and then shook his head. "I'd feel rather out of place without someone to play with," he said and gave the smaller man a smile. "But I do thank you for the invitation."
Damon tucked himself away and turned to the other man. He settled Grant into a more comfortable position. "Come with us. We can find you someone to play with there and if not, we'll play with you." He turned to his husband. "Won't we?"
Grant bit his lower lip and smiled. "Yes Master, I would like that," he said thinking that both men would be putting him on the cross that night. He turned his dark eyes to the third man and smiled. "Come on Sev, you know you want to go."
Severus chuckled and looked at the two of them and shook his head resignedly. "I'll look to see if I've anything to wear," he said as his way of agreeing and then left them alone in the kitchen.
Damon kissed his husband and patted his ass. "Go help him get ready. You can get in my leather things if you need to. He's been moping around here ever since Max had to leave on that medical conference. He needs to relax and let go." He smirked at his husband and leaned closer, licking the shell of Grant's ear. "That was fun. Next time I say we make even more noise so that maybe he'll walk in earlier. What would that do to you, my Own? To know he could walk in at any moment and see you laid out for me so wantonly?"
Grant smirked at his husband as he stood up and swung one leg over his lap and stood to the side of him. "I know Sev has leather pants, we got them for him for Christmas. So he just needs a black tee shirt and his motorcycle boots. I hope they are shined," he said as he leaned down to press a kiss to his husband's cheek. "Master, are your boots shined to your liking?" He looked down at the gleaming leather with a sense of pride; he'd polished the man's boots everyday he had been with him since 1954.
Damon didn't even have to look down at his shoes to know they were done to perfection. "Yes, they are Pet." He pulled Grant's face towards him once more and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Make him look good, My Own. We'll find him a playmate tonight so we can continue our games."
"Yes Master," Grant said and scooted out of the kitchen, his bottom swaying and a bounce in his step. He knocked on Severus' bedroom door and waited for him to let him in.
Severus had one leg in his leather pants and was about to step in with the other when Grant knocked on the door. He lost his balance and went arse over teakettle spewing Muggle curses as he went down. He landed hard on the floor, on his arse then slammed his fist into the floor and groaned.
Sev sat there for a moment and sighed. He felt tied up too tight and didn't know what to do about it. "I'm not going!" He bellowed.
Grant opened the door to find Sev sprawled on the floor in a heap. Trying not to laugh, he stepped in and squatted down next to the younger man. "Did you put talcum powder on your legs first?" he asked as he peeled the tight trousers from his legs and stood up, shaking them out and getting them set to rights. He looked down to see Severus in a loose pair of boxers and shook his head. "Those won't work, you need to put on a pair of the tighty whities and you won't feel bunched." He sat down on the bed and waited for Sev to get to his feet.
"No." Severus sighed. "I don't have any. No wonder the damned things were so uncomfortable the last time I wore them." He got to his feet and rubbed his bottom. "Can I just stay here? I don't think I'd be very good company." He sat down on the bed and gave Grant the most pitiful look he could muster.
Grant stood up and faced the younger man, bending down to put his forehead against Sev's. "Oh come on, you want to go. Just think you get me on the cross..." he grinned impishly and then swatted the boy's thigh. "Go change your unders and I'll go get the powder." He stood and then left the room for the master bath.
Severus hung his head and sighed. It sounded all good and well and he loved to play with Grant but he was itching for something and he had no idea what it was. He missed Max something terrible and wondered if their little tryst wasn't the cause of his melancholy. He had felt so safe and relaxed with the big man last week after they had come home from Sturgis. But there was nothing he could do about that now. He shed his boxers and tied the towel around his waist and waited on Grant to return.
Grant came back with the powder and looked at Sev sitting in a towel. "Did you put on the tighty whities?" he asked as he put one hand on his hip and raised a brow to look at him. He opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out a pair, tossing them to the younger man. "Put those on and we'll get you into the pants." He turned away and began to rummage for a nice tee shirt for him to wear.
Severus gave a put upon sighed and dropped his towel then slipped on the underpants. He fussed with the things trying to adjust himself and still be comfortable. "Grant, these smalls aren't going to work." His face flushed and he pulled at them again. "They are too tight."
Grant looked over at him and winced, that just looked uncomfortable. "Okay then, try these," he said as he fished a pair of long line briefs out and handed them to him. "It'll be alright Sev, we'll get you sorted in no time." When Severus continued to stand and just look at Grant like he'd lost his mind, the little man stepped forward and smacked his hip.
"Come on, move it Sev," he ordered.
Severus jumped at the smack. It wasn't all that hard but the tone of voice got him going. Merlin, what was wrong with him today? First jumpy as hell then sullen, it was like a damned roller coaster. He turned his back and slithered out of the tighty whities then pulled on the briefs. He smoothed the legs and adjusted himself. Much better now that his cock and bollocks didn't feel like they were in a vice and tucked up under him. "Alright, that's better. Now what?" He turned around and crossed his arms over his chest and waited on the older man.
Grant pulled him forward and began to powder his legs liberally with the talc and then stepped back to let the white cloud settle. "Now put the pants on and I'll do the rest," he ordered as he handed him the trousers. He was surprised when the swat got the boy moving, but he'd known there was a small submissive streak in the younger man, it just stayed well buried most of the time. Tonight ought to be interesting. Maybe Damon would let him flog the boy.
The pants went on much easier this time and Severus sighed as he stuck his hand down the pant leg to straighten out the lines the legs of the briefs had created in the supple leather. He buttoned and zipped the pants and then smoothed his hands over his backside. "Merlin, that was so much easier than before." He turned and looked in the long mirror hanging on the wall. Maybe he could have a good time tonight with the older couple. "What next?” He turned around and looked at Grant.
Damon came into the room and stared at them. "What's taking so long? How hard is it to shove his skinny ass in a pair of leathers?"
Grant looked up at his husband and winked. "I had to spank him first, Sir," he grinned and held the tee shirt out for Sev to put on. "Actually, he didn't have any talcum powder." He eyed how Severus looked in the pants and looked back to Damon. "Do you think he needs a cock ring, Sir?"
Severus rolled his eyes and pulled the t-shirt on over his head. "What do I need one of them for?" He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Grant.
Damon raised an eyebrow and looked at his husband. "Spank him?" He grinned. "Yeah, I believe that. More like you need the spanking, Pet." He winked at Severus and ran his gaze over the younger man. "Maybe but what good is it going to do for him?"
Grant rolled his eyes at the both of them. "You know, to make his package stand out more, geez, I swear, you two. I'm going to beat you both," he muttered as he dropped to his knees and held out a sock for Severus to slide his foot into. "And yes, he needed a swat to get moving. Come on Sev, get your foot in this."
Damon shook his head. "I know that but I don't think he needs any more help there, Pet. He was graced with more than he knows what to do with." He smirked at Severus.
Severus lifted his leg up and pointed his foot so Grant could put the sock on him. He smiled down at Grant and stuck his tongue out at Damon. "Thank you, Grant. Are you going to help me put it on?" He smiled even wider at the other man.
Grant held the second sock out and after he'd gotten it on Severus, he stood and took one of his thin leather wristbands off. Glancing at Damon, he advanced on Sev and tugged his pants open, pushing the briefs down enough to get the strap behind his sac and then up over his cock. "There," he said as he tucked him back into his underwear and then zipped the trousers back up. "Now that is a thing of beauty. Too bad he isn't a sub, just think at how bad everyone would be drooling to have this to play with." Grant patted Sev's crotch and then went to fetch the man's boots from the closet.
Severus nearly yelped when Grant grabbed him. "I was just teasing. You didn't really have to help me." He shot a glance at Damon.
Damon shook his head and chuckled. "Alright, you two. Don't make me put you both on a cross. I wouldn't know what to do with myself then. Mmm two pert asses to tan." He sighed dramatically then eyed Severus, critically. "You know Grant, I think you were right. That ring was just what he needed."
Severus' lightly tanned cheeks were tinged pink at Damon's words. To be put on the cross... what would that be like? To feel the heavy sting of the leather as it struck his back. He looked to where Damon was standing and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. "You wouldn't really put me on the cross, would you?" he asked in a half whisper.
Damon rubbed his face and shrugged his shoulders. "If I felt you needed it, yeah. I think every Dom should experience it at least once. I know I did." He shrugged again. "How can you know if you are giving the sub what he needs if you haven't experienced the place he's in?" He eyed Severus and raised an eyebrow. "Why? Did you want me to?"
Severus swallowed hard and then nodded. "I think so," he said and sat down on the bed, taking the boots from Grant and stuffing his feet down into them. "I'd like to go as a submissive to you tonight, if I may."
"Are you certain?" Damon blinked and looked at Grant. He rubbed his face and nodded. If this is what Severus thought he needed then who was he to say otherwise. "Go get my bag, Pet and let him see what I'm taking so he can make up his mind." He turned back to Severus. "If you do this you'll need a safe word Sev. One different from Grant's."
Grant looked from Damon to Severus and silently left the room. He wasn't sure he wanted to share, but he had no say in the matter it seemed. He picked up the toy bag, surprised at its weight and carried it back to the bedroom, setting it on the bed and then going to kneel behind Damon. He didn't get to see what was in store for the evening.
Severus nodded and thought for a moment, smiling at Grant as he brought the bag in. "Apple will work for my word Damon," he said and unzipped the bag to rummage through the contents.
"Apple it is then." Damon put his arm around Grant and pulled him to come around and see what was all there. He knew the little man was uncomfortable when he would put someone else on the cross. He would include him in this for Sev tonight if the Brit would allow it. "Come on and look too, Pet."
Grant lowered his eyes and stood next to Damon. "I know the rules Master, I'll wait," he said softly and waited as Severus poked through the bag and then zipped it shut. "Do you wish a collar for him as well, Sir?" He took his other wristband off and offered it to his husband to be resized to fit the younger man's neck. He smiled and picked the bag back up off the bed, slinging the strap over his shoulder, it was his job to carry the devices Damon would use to make him scream.
Damon nodded and took the band from his husband. "Go on out and wait in the living room for us, Pet. We'll be out in a minute. I want to talk to Sev." He kissed his husband lightly and patted his bottom.
"Yes Master," Grant said softly and left the room with the bag on his shoulder.
Severus looked at Damon and smiled a bit nervously. "So what now? I don't think we covered this Damon."
Damon nodded. "We haven't and it's a bit different when two Doms play. If we do this you will have to submit to me. So the submission rules apply somewhat. Seeing as you are not a total sub, traditionally that would mean Grant would have no say at all in what I do with you." He took a deep breath. "Technically you could push Grant out of the play totally but I am going to ask that you don't do that to him. He likes to be involved with what I do, but it is ultimately your call if you feel comfortable with him playing beside you."
Severus looked at Damon and nodded. "I understand, but how could Grant feel like I'd shove him aside? He's a huge part of this for me, I'd never try to step into his place," Severus said and shook his head. "Do I need to speak to him to reassure him?"
Damon snorted and shrugged. "Severus, you know what it's like to lay leather across someone's back. It's infinitely more intimate than sex. You are entirely focused on that one person on the cross. Nothing can distract you not just for safety but it would throw off the whole experience for both the sub and the Dom would it not?"
He eyed the other man. "Besides after what has happened this year, can you honestly blame him for thinking that? First the revelations that you had possibly developed feelings for him, you now have submitted somewhat and taken up with Max who is a Dom but then you ask to submit to me as well. Knowing that you play like I do and enjoy it, do you understand why now that he could feel that way?"
He looked towards the living room. "I think it might help if you would speak with him. I understand you might just be looking for a Top for the moment but he might not."
Severus nodded and headed for the living room where he figured Grant would be waiting. And indeed, there he was sitting in his chair and reading his book.
"Did you and Damon need anything?" Grant asked as he laid his bookmark in between the pages and set the book to one side. He glanced over by the door to make sure Damon's bag was still there and then looked back to Severus.
Severus sat on the coffee table in front of Grant and eyed the older man. "You have any objections or thoughts you would like to share with me before we go to the party?" He eyed Grant wondering what he could say to the other man to belay his fears and misgivings.
Grant looked at him and then averted his eyes. "No, I know my place," he said quietly. "I won't act up, I promise. I hope that you enjoy it."
Severus sighed. "Grant, look at me please. I'm not trying to take your place, honestly. I want you to speak freely with me about this because I have no idea what I need." He reached out and cupped the smaller man's face turning it to face him. "I feel I need a Top, Grant, just like Damon needed earlier this year."
"Damon is a good Master," Grant said and then hesitated. "Do you think you may be switching to the submissive side?" He knew if that was the case and Damon wished to take him on as a submissive as well, he'd not deny his husband that right, but he really hoped that wasn't the case.
"That he is Grant and he's yours." Severus smiled at the other man. "I think I am what you would call a switch, Grant but I am not staying. I only want to borrow Damon for a bit. Does that make sense?" He eyed the other man. "He's the only one I trust to do this for me. Max is a wonderful man and Dom but he can't help me with this."
"I understand," the smaller man said and nodded to himself. "Are you both about ready to go? It's a bit of a drive." He looked at Severus once more. "You may want to pull your hair back so it stays out of the way."
"Thank you for loaning him to me. I would like you to be there as well. He told me you liked to be involved and thus far in my training you have. I can't see myself pushing you out in this stage either." Severus nodded. "Would you plait my hair for me to get it out of the way? Then I think we can go."
Grant simply nodded, rising to his feet to go up to their bathroom where he got what he needed to fix Severus' hair for him. Once back, he stood behind where Severus was sitting on the coffee table, brushing his hair back and quickly putting it up in tight braid. He laughed to himself at the sight of the short braid. "I suppose you've noticed that Damon seems to think braids make good handles?" he asked with a chuckle. "He's worse when he's playing."
Severus ran a hand over the tight weave and sighed. "I've seen." He laughed with the other man. "I am hoping since it's so short he won't want to."
The man in question entered the room at that moment and smiled at the two younger men. He reached out and pulled first Grant's hair and then the short stub on Severus' neck. "Won't want to what? Are we ready? If so there is one more thing I need to do."
He walked over to an enclosed curio cabinet next to the door leading to their basement. He unlocked the doors with his wand and opened them then pulled on a shelf and drawers that opened almost like a tackle box. Several collars lined the little drawer shelves and others more ornate resided in their own boxes. He mulled over which one to choose before settling on a collar set.
He selected the one he wanted and then closed the doors. He carried the box over to Severus and Grant.
"I was simply warning Severus that you liked to use a braid as a handle, Sir," Grant said with a smile and followed his man's actions with his eyes. The smaller man flashed a grin to Severus and reached up and tugged on the taller man's braid. "What do you know the urge to tug was overwhelming."
Severus smiled at him and did the same to Grant. "And contagious as well apparently."
Damon cleared his throat and looked at the two men. "Are you finished now?" He smirked at them. "We are going to be late." He raised an eyebrow at his husband and looked at the box then lifted the lid off the top. Inside lay an ornate one and a half inch wide gold and silver bejewelled, engraved collar that was lined in butter soft leather and cuffs that were connected by delicate filigree chains.
Severus looked over and caught a glimpse of something. Moving closer, he let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Damon, that is exquisite. May I?" he asked and held his hand so he could examine it closer. He'd never seen Grant in a collar that wasn't either functional leather or something extremely discreet that would easily be covered by the man's shirt collar. He knew Grant would ask to wear his slave collar from time to time in everyday settings and Damon always indulged him. The one he would wear was a simple rolled silver circlet that locked with a screw, it was nothing compared to the work of art that was setting on the royal purple velvet in front of him.
"You may but don't take it out of the box." Damon held out the box to him and winked at Grant. He smiled at his husband and motioned him forward with a nod of his head. "Give us a kiss, Pet. You are going to be the best dressed one tonight, my Own." He drew his wand and summoned the leash that went with the set that was made of the same filigreed chain then removed the plain leather collar Grant had on.
Grant went to his Master and tilted his face up obediently, offering his mouth to the other man. He was making the shift into his slave mode for the evening and Damon knew the moment that the collar was locked about the smaller man's neck that he was ready for anything that could be asked of him. "Thank you, Master," he murmured as he mouth was captured.
Severus carefully held the jeweller's box by the edges and brought it up to his eye. He'd rarely seen anything so well made in such detail. He could make out the runes that had been engraved into the precious metals as well as the detailed tendrils of ivy that wound its way amongst the lettering. He turned the box and saw where there was a bit of traditional engraving:
My name is Pet and i am the proud Property of Lt. Colonel Damon N. Wolffe if found please return me immediately to my Master.
The tall man shook his head and chuckled at the words before handing it back to Damon. "It's beautiful, but has anyone ever had to return him?"
Damon kissed Grant languidly and pulled him into his arms. "Always, my Own." He grinned.
"Only once has he ever been lost. One of the leashes we had was of substandard quality and a link snapped. We got separated at the Folsom Street Fair. The crowd was huge and as soon as I felt the slack lighten I turned around and he was gone in the sea of people. Then this huge man stepped up and had him by the arm. " He smirked. "It was Max. We had met him earlier that year when he was here for a tour of Blue Ridge. It wasn't long after that he decided to move to Echo." He took the box back from Severus and looked at his husband. "Ready, my Grant?"
In lieu of a spoken answer, Grant sank gracefully to his knees and bowed his head, pulling his braid forward out of Damon's way.
Severus held the jeweller's box out for Damon and watched. He'd never witnessed Damon actually placing a collar on the smaller man's neck; he did know it was something that both men considered very intimate.
Damon took the collar from the box and looked down at Grant. Love, lust, acceptance and appreciation shined brightly from his blue eyes "I accept your willing submission and offer this symbol of my love in return. Do you freely accept this collar and all it entails?" He held the collar down to Grant's face.
"Yes Master, I accept the collar and what it represents. I accept your authority willingly, openly, and with love. All I am is what I offer to you for you to mould and make me better," Grant said softly and then leaned forward to press his lips gently to where the collar would be locked and then went back into his kneeling position.
Severus found himself holding his breath as he watched the couple before him. He'd never seen anything quite like this and found himself looking forward to placing a collar of his own about someone's neck.
"My Pet." Damon bent down and placed the collar around Grant's neck and then locked it into place. He placed a kiss to the lock then tipped Grant's face up and took his mouth in a long kiss. He broke the affection gently and then ran a hand down on small chain that was connected to a cuff and wrapped it around Grant's right wrist. He locked this cuff as well and placed a kiss on the tiny Master lock.
He leaned to the left and locked that cuff around Grant's other wrist repeating the procedure and ending it with a kiss. He looked Grant in the eyes and smiled then kissed him again just as slow and languid as before.
He stood and helped Grant to his feet then clipped the leash to the ring on the front of the collar. He draped the chain across Grant's shoulder for a moment and then stepped back to admire his husband. "Beautiful my Own."
Grant stood proudly with his head tipped down and to the left just a touch as was proper, his hands palm out on his thighs and his feet were shoulder width apart. "Thank you Master, this boy exists to serve only you," he said softly and the pink tip of his tongue darted out and wet his kiss swollen lower lip.
Severus shook his head in amazement as the small submissive was bathed in the soft light that came from the lamp on the hallway. Grant was ethereal as he stood there waiting to please the blond.
Damon nodded and smiled at his husband one more time. He then turned to Severus, raised an eyebrow and held up one finger. He went back to the curio and pulled out the bottom drawer. Inside were some leather collars and Damon held one up and eyed Severus. He put that one back and took out another and held it up to the tall man again. He looked over at Grant and raised an eyebrow. "Well Injun? What do you think? I'll have to lengthen and widen it. Say two inches?" He pulled out a heavy leather leash as well and held it up for Grant's inspection.
Grant looked at the leather in his Master's hand. It was one of his early training collars, just a plain black leather band that buckled and had a D ring in the front for a leash. It hadn't seen use in years, but Grant knew the curio was charmed to clean and oil all the contents once a month regardless of use, so he knew the leather would be soft and supple.
"Yes Sir, two inches should look handsome against his throat," he said and smiled over to Severus who was eyeing the collar with curiosity. He'd not really realized he'd be wearing one that night.
Damon nodded and looked at Severus again. His husband had a good eye and he stood and waved his wand over the leather, watching as it grew wider and lengthened. He walked over to Severus and eyed him and then held up the collar to him. "I offer this collar in perfect trust to keep you safe, sane and consensual in your gift of temporary submission. Do you accept it with perfect trust and short lived submission?"
Severus looked from the collar in Damon's hand to the clear blue eyes that were watching him. He felt his mouth go dry at the thought of something put around his neck and he didn't know if he could actually go through with it. He knew he wanted to experience the other side of the power exchange, but didn't know if he could give up control to another person. He'd fought long and hard to have just a little bit of himself that he could call his own and now he was being asked to give that to someone else, however short that time may be.
He knew he was safe with Damon, in his brain, he rationally knew this, but his emotional self was screaming for preservation, that this was just another way for him to give up control of his life as he'd given Lord Voldemort and later Albus Dumbledore.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips as he felt his palms begin to sweat and his body tremble. Severus knew he needed to be topped in order to be a better top to someone else. He opened his eyes and looked at Damon. "I'll try," was all he could give the man and he was ashamed of that, but he knew it was the best he could do at the moment. "I'll try to not fight it."
Damon raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend. "Is there something I can do to reassure you that I do this only with your consent, Severus? That the collar is there to protect you from others and keep you only to myself and Grant tonight?" He turned and looked at Grant then back at Severus. "Would you like to see if you can wear it here before going into the dungeon?"
"I know I am safe with you and I know why I should wear it, it's just..." Severus stopped and shook his head. "I accept the collar for this evening Damon." He gave both men a smile and bent down, bowing his head for Damon.
"It's going to be alright Severus, we won't let anything happen to you," Grant said reassuringly as he reached out and stroked the other man's arm.
Damon carefully and loosely buckled the collar around Severus' neck and lifted the other man's hands to show him the buckle and how to remove it if necessary. He lifted Severus' face and pressed a kiss to first his right then left cheek then softly on his mouth. He met the dark eyes and held them. "I promise to care for you and nothing will happen."
Severus felt the buckle with his fingers, it wasn't a locking one, and he could get out of it on his own. He smiled gamely at Damon and kissed him back. "Thank you for this." He turned to Grant and kissed his tanned cheek gently. "Thank you for sharing."
Grant looked up at Damon, his brown eyes showing his happiness. "Do I need to fetch anything more for your toy bag, Sir?"
Damon smiled at Severus and clipped the leash to the D ring and then reached out for Grant as well. He held lightly to the two leads and looked over the younger men. Merlin, what a set. Both such contrasts in everything from size to colouring. He grinned even wider and shook his head. "No Pet, I think we have everything. Are you both ready?"
Both men nodded and Grant picked the keys up to his car and handed them to Damon. "Sir, I forgot, may I have my glasses?" he asked as he spotted them on the table next to where his keys had been. "It's always so dim in her dungeon and I don't want to fall again."
Damon took the keys, nodded and smirked. "Take whatever you need, Pet. Are you going to actually wear them this time or are you going to let your vanity get the better of you?" He waited for his husband to grab the spectacles, and then draped his lead over his shoulder. He took hold of Severus' leash and wrapped it loosely around his fist. He tugged on Grant's first and then Severus' lightly. "You look exquisite, My Grant and my Sev. The talk of the party."
Grant rolled his eyes and slipped his glasses on. "Thank you Master," he said and stepped proudly behind his husband. He glanced up and saw Severus looking a bit nervous and gave his hand a squeeze. "We are going to have fun Sev, relax, okay?"
Severus nodded and squeezed Grant's hand. He swallowed and took a deep breath then slowly let it out. "I hope so, Grant." He said softly. Damon grinned at them both then led them to the door, stopping to pick up his bag and pass it to Grant before continuing out the door.
Out at the car, Grant laid the bag in the trunk and then climbed into the backseat, giving the front to Severus while Damon drove. "Take it easy on the curves please," was heard from the backseat as Damon got in the driver's side. "I don't want to be ill before we get there Master." Grant was hoping that Damon would remember that he did get carsick and wouldn't feel he had to drive like he was running NASCAR.
Damon revved the engine as he started the classic, candy apple red, cherry condition convertible. "You take the fun out of life, My Own." He shifted the car into drive and made a large donut on the front lawn and then sped down the drive. He stopped at the end and looked at Grant in the rear view mirror. "I'll behave now, Pet." He revved the engine again and tore out of the drive, shifting gears quickly as the muscle car ate up the miles to Mama Love's dungeon.
They arrived at the home of their friend and hostess in one of the suburbs of Wheeling. She had a large full-scale dungeon set up in her basement and hosted bi monthly play parties for select friends.
Severus stretched once he was out of the car and looked around him, noticing that everything was kept discreet and tasteful. Grant climbed out after him and waited as Damon opened the trunk so he could carry the toy bag in. The door was opened by a handsome young man wearing a butler's uniform, who then ushered them to the entrance of the dungeon.