The warm darkness was filled with moving bodies: a mixture of shiny, dark coverings and naked flesh; muscle, tattoos, bare buttocks, rope, boots...
Mick led the way for the Baron, making a path for him and his boys. Steve brought up the rear. People gave them curious glances as Mick ushered them aside, despite their own unusual appearance.
They made their way across the vast floor of the converted factory, coloured laser beams scribbling rapid shapes at their feet. Music pounded through the air but few people were dancing, most were milling around in groups, chatting, drinking and watching the antics of a few more active participants.
Along one wall were erected various pieces of equipment to which people were tied, chained, bent over, strapped to, hung from or were otherwise restrained. A naked man was fixed to a large wooden X-shaped cross and being whipped by a woman dressed in bright red leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs. A girl intricately wrapped up in rope like an exotic parcel suspended from a small hoist was being tormented by a stout man with a vibrator in each hand.
They headed towards the far end of the room, where tables had been set up and diners were waited on by outlandishly-dressed French maids. A tall young drag queen in a sequinned gown, made even taller by highly-stacked platform boots, looked Mick up and down appreciatively. He smirked and winked at her. He and Steve were both in uniform, the khaki green sleeveless T-shirts and black leather trousers that the Baron favoured, their boots shined to perfection.
Baron Michael himself was in a military dress uniform, looking something like an Admiral. His navy blue jacket was pressed and the sleeves decorated with gold braid. Beneath this he wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers tucked into his usual riding boots.
Tonight he had three boys with him: Jamie, Paul and Taz. All young, handsome, fit and naked. Mick and Steve therefore had a total of four bodies to guard. Each boy wore a collar that showed they were owned and a pair of sandals, nothing else. It was Mick's job to keep an eye on them (as well as the Baron himself) and this was not exactly a difficult task: the boys were beautiful.
A young man stood waiting for them; tall and refined looking and wearing form-fitting white rubber. The form it was fitting was admirable. He saw Mick and smiled.To the Baron he said “This way, please. Lady Alicia is waiting for you.”
He led them to a table with two large, ornate wooden chairs. In one sat the Lady Alicia, an elegant woman in a striking scarlet dress. The other chair was empty. The Baron smiled at her and she rose as he approached.
“Michael!”
“My Lady!”
They hugged and kissed and then sat down. Mick pulled out the chair for the Baron, and pushed it back in when the Baron was seated. Then he and Steve took up position a few feet away. The three boys sat on the floor at the Baron's feet. The man in white rubber kneeled by the side of the Lady.
She sipped from a flute of champagne. “Michael, you are a bad boy! Not so much as an email for months. I should spank you right here, in front of all these good people.”
The Baron laughed. “I humbly beg your forgiveness. How can I make it up to you?”
The Lady frowned, deep in thought, and cast her gaze over the Baron's three boys and two guards. Her eyes came to rest appreciatively on Steve. “Hmm. I don't know, darling, maybe you could let me play with one of your boys? You seem to have more than enough to go round!”
“The boys, yes. My bodyguards are a different matter, however. They are actual employees, not slaves. Plus they are on duty!”
She pouted. “I promise not to break them!” She smiled at Steve, who sheepishly grinned. Mick knew Steve was bisexual, but the Lady was about twice his age. She looked good for it, but was Steve partial to being whipped?
Michael chuckled. “Well maybe they can provide a little titillation for you. Steve, Mick, shirts off.”
“Yes, Sir.” Both men peeled off their tops, feeling the Lady's eyes roaming over their torsos. Steve was a fit young bloke with a nice toned body, but Mick noticed that the Lady was also taking an interest in his own heavy-set frame and hairy chest.
“Nice specimens, Michael. I'd love to put them to the test against my scorpion.” One hand caressed the coiled bull whip attached to her belt. Mick felt his jaw fall open. Steve's eyes went very wide.
The Baron howled with laughter. “Alicia, you're incorrigible! Always wanting what you can't have!” He glared at her over his champagne glass and added pointedly “Until you get it, that is!”
“I don't know what you mean, Michael, darling!” She looked at Steve. “What's your name, bodyguard?”
“Steve, Ma'am.”
“Have you ever been whipped, Steve?”
“No, Ma'am.”
“Would you like to try it sometime?”
Mick had to suppress a smirk. Steve was blushing!
“I... I don't know, Ma'am.”
Poor guy. Everyone was looking at him. Lady Alicia's dark lovely eyes seemed to devour him. The Baron's eyes sparkled with amusement and a little curiosity. His three boys stared in fascination. The Lady's slave was smiling in a mysterious, knowing way.
She pouted at the Baron. “Oh, go on. Please! Pretty please!”
The Baron shrugged. “The man's a free agent. Being flogged at a kinkfest wasn't in his contract. I can't coerce him. Why don't you use one of my boys? Paul here has a high pain threshold.”
“Hmm, maybe as an hors d'œuvre .” She kept her eyes on Steve, flickering now and then to look at Mick also.
The Baron scratched his chin, gazing at the high ceiling. Mick could almost hear the cogs turning. “Steve, how would you like a bonus this month?”
“A bonus, Sir?”
“Jamie here.” The Baron indicated one of the boys at his feet. Jamie was cute: a slim redhead, twenty-one, captivating green eyes. “Everyone knows you've got a hard-on for him the size of Madagascar. Submit to the good Lady here tonight and you can have your wicked way with Jamie.”
More blushing. Steve looked confused, excited, terrified... But he quickly composed himself, standing straight with his hands behind his back and looked the Baron directly in the eye. “Yes, Sir.”
The Lady hooted with a triumphant laugh, clapping her hands. She then leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the Baron's lips. “Thank you, darling! I love you!”
A maid approached the table carrying a silver tray. The starters had arrived.
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