[[things will get better after this instalment for poor Booker, I promise!]]
He should have known it couldn’t last. He had been spending the past couple of Thursdays with the same Dom, a guy named Will who was built like a truck, had a brutal hand with a riding crop, and liked to see Booker cry. Booker liked to have a chance to cry, to finally let the tears slip that were always simmering just under the surface but that he couldn’t seem to let go otherwise. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Will had told him, running his fingers over the welts on Booker’s back, and Booker preened under even that tiny bit of praise. “Want to show you off,” Will continued, and Booker was so loose-limbed and blissed out in that moment that he would have agreed to anything, and so he promised Will that they could do a show the next week.
He almost wanted to back out, his nerves coiling in his gut as the moment approached, but his friends were so excited about it, coming early to get a front row view. Nile even stepped away from the bar to watch, nudging Booker excitedly. “Finally we get to see you after you’ve been hiding yourself away in those private rooms! I can’t wait, I’m sure it’ll be beautiful,” and Booker stifled a sigh as he imagined what she would really think when she was watching them.
It started off alright, Will tying his hands behind his back and slapping Booker’s cheeks a bit with his cock, and then he ordered Booker to suck him off, which wasn’t exactly a hardship. The problem started when Will decided to give him one of those impossible challenges that he enjoyed concocting so that he would have an excuse to punish Booker. “Get me off in less than a minute, whore,” he commanded, and Booker didn’t mind a little degradation but Will really seemed to get off on calling him names. Still, he did his best, pulling out all the tricks he knew as he gagged himself on Will’s cock, hoping against hope that it would be enough.
It wasn’t. It was never enough, just like Booker himself, and when Booker heard a soft gasp from Nile he realised that he must have said that last bit out loud. Oops. Will just grinned though, all teeth, and yanked painfully on Booker’s hair. “That’s right, you aren’t even a very good slut,” he said, and spat right in Booker’s face. “Can’t do anything right except take pain, isn’t that right? Well, I’m going to give you what you deserve,” he said and shoved Booker to the floor, one booted foot on his back to hold him down. “This is all you’re good for,” he proclaimed, and brought the crop down hard on Booker’s shoulders. Booker gave a cry, his eyes already filling with tears, and squirmed under the blow. Will’s boot only pressed down harder, and Booker whimpered. “I’m sorry,” he gasped out as Will hit him, again and again. When Will asked him his colour at one point, he said green like he always did, even as he was curling in on himself and murmuring “stop, please, please stop,” in between sobs.
Will hit him even harder after Booker said green, and he was a wretched thing at this point, snot running down his face as he cried, his eyes desperate and haunted. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he pleaded, shoulders hunched in agony, and he braced himself for another hard stroke of the crop when Andy’s voice rang out, clear and firm. “Stop. Can’t you see he’s not alright?”
Will stopped, but he just laughed, low and ugly. “He said green, he likes it rough like this,” he defended, and Andy walked onto the stage, all quiet fire, and took the crop out of his hand. “I know what green looks like, and nobody likes giving it to someone roughly more than I do, but this isn’t green and he isn’t okay. I want you to get off this stage right now and leave, or else it’s the last time you come to this club, do you understand me?” Will looked as if he was going to argue before thinking better of it and leaving with a huff, his cock still hanging absurdly out of his jeans.
Andy handed the crop off to Quynh, bending down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to Booker’s tear-tracked cheek, and that just made him sob harder. “Shh, I’ve got you,” she murmured, for his ears only. “You did really well, none of this is your fault,” she promised, carding her fingers through his hair. “You tried so hard to be good, nobody could have done more than you did,” she continued to reassure him, soothing him with soft touches, and slowly his weeping started to taper off and he arched into her touch like it had been a long time since someone had touched him so gently. It probably had, she thought, and kicked herself for not having realised earlier how bad things were.
“Can I help get you to a private room, do you think?” She asked, not wanting to drag out his breakdown in front of the entire club. “I want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay,” she explained, still rubbing his back lightly, careful of his injuries from the crop. “Don’t deserve it,” he muttered, low and pained, and she shook her head adamantly. “Booker, please let me make sure you’re okay. It would be my privilege as a Domme and as your friend,” she said softly and he gave a shaky sigh and nodded, melting into her touch.
Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (2/?)
He should have known it couldn’t last. He had been spending the past couple of Thursdays with the same Dom, a guy named Will who was built like a truck, had a brutal hand with a riding crop, and liked to see Booker cry. Booker liked to have a chance to cry, to finally let the tears slip that were always simmering just under the surface but that he couldn’t seem to let go otherwise. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Will had told him, running his fingers over the welts on Booker’s back, and Booker preened under even that tiny bit of praise. “Want to show you off,” Will continued, and Booker was so loose-limbed and blissed out in that moment that he would have agreed to anything, and so he promised Will that they could do a show the next week.
He almost wanted to back out, his nerves coiling in his gut as the moment approached, but his friends were so excited about it, coming early to get a front row view. Nile even stepped away from the bar to watch, nudging Booker excitedly. “Finally we get to see you after you’ve been hiding yourself away in those private rooms! I can’t wait, I’m sure it’ll be beautiful,” and Booker stifled a sigh as he imagined what she would really think when she was watching them.
It started off alright, Will tying his hands behind his back and slapping Booker’s cheeks a bit with his cock, and then he ordered Booker to suck him off, which wasn’t exactly a hardship. The problem started when Will decided to give him one of those impossible challenges that he enjoyed concocting so that he would have an excuse to punish Booker. “Get me off in less than a minute, whore,” he commanded, and Booker didn’t mind a little degradation but Will really seemed to get off on calling him names. Still, he did his best, pulling out all the tricks he knew as he gagged himself on Will’s cock, hoping against hope that it would be enough.
It wasn’t. It was never enough, just like Booker himself, and when Booker heard a soft gasp from Nile he realised that he must have said that last bit out loud. Oops. Will just grinned though, all teeth, and yanked painfully on Booker’s hair. “That’s right, you aren’t even a very good slut,” he said, and spat right in Booker’s face. “Can’t do anything right except take pain, isn’t that right? Well, I’m going to give you what you deserve,” he said and shoved Booker to the floor, one booted foot on his back to hold him down. “This is all you’re good for,” he proclaimed, and brought the crop down hard on Booker’s shoulders. Booker gave a cry, his eyes already filling with tears, and squirmed under the blow. Will’s boot only pressed down harder, and Booker whimpered. “I’m sorry,” he gasped out as Will hit him, again and again. When Will asked him his colour at one point, he said green like he always did, even as he was curling in on himself and murmuring “stop, please, please stop,” in between sobs.
Will hit him even harder after Booker said green, and he was a wretched thing at this point, snot running down his face as he cried, his eyes desperate and haunted. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he pleaded, shoulders hunched in agony, and he braced himself for another hard stroke of the crop when Andy’s voice rang out, clear and firm. “Stop. Can’t you see he’s not alright?”
Will stopped, but he just laughed, low and ugly. “He said green, he likes it rough like this,” he defended, and Andy walked onto the stage, all quiet fire, and took the crop out of his hand. “I know what green looks like, and nobody likes giving it to someone roughly more than I do, but this isn’t green and he isn’t okay. I want you to get off this stage right now and leave, or else it’s the last time you come to this club, do you understand me?” Will looked as if he was going to argue before thinking better of it and leaving with a huff, his cock still hanging absurdly out of his jeans.
Andy handed the crop off to Quynh, bending down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to Booker’s tear-tracked cheek, and that just made him sob harder. “Shh, I’ve got you,” she murmured, for his ears only. “You did really well, none of this is your fault,” she promised, carding her fingers through his hair. “You tried so hard to be good, nobody could have done more than you did,” she continued to reassure him, soothing him with soft touches, and slowly his weeping started to taper off and he arched into her touch like it had been a long time since someone had touched him so gently. It probably had, she thought, and kicked herself for not having realised earlier how bad things were.
“Can I help get you to a private room, do you think?” She asked, not wanting to drag out his breakdown in front of the entire club. “I want to take care of you and make sure you’re okay,” she explained, still rubbing his back lightly, careful of his injuries from the crop. “Don’t deserve it,” he muttered, low and pained, and she shook her head adamantly. “Booker, please let me make sure you’re okay. It would be my privilege as a Domme and as your friend,” she said softly and he gave a shaky sigh and nodded, melting into her touch.