BDS&M Mini Series Pt.2: Safe, Sane & Consensual #taekook

A/N: I wrote this quick story so that people who happen to read my stuff learn that in the BDSM lifestyle consent and proper etiquette is very important and is always strictly adhered to.

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It was a fine Saturday night and Kim Taehyung found himself watching from a distance, his eyes riveted to the scene.

From his vantage point, he could see only the unknown man's back, which was obscured by the crowd that gathered around the scene station.

He was naked, save for a pair of thong, wrists and ankles cuffed against a portable st andrew's cross. With each flick of the whip against 'his' red ass, his cock twitched with appreciation.

His back was streaked with dark pink welts, the kind that stung like hell when delivered, but would probably have faded away by morning.

The onlookers watched the unfolding scene with silence, several with their mouths hanging open in awe and there's always that one guy that had his hand down his pants.

He edged closer to get a better look at the man cuffed to the cross. He admired the long, lean curves of his sweat-slicked, youthful body. Hee flinched as the whip's tip made contact with his flesh, but otherwise remained still and quiet.

The man delivering the whipping was mechanical in his movements, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

Taehyung didn't normally bother with the public domain clubs. He'd only stopped by on a whim, technically he was on his way to his private club.

Mildly amused, Taehyung started to turn away, but a cry took his attention.

Shouldering his way to the front of the audience, he saw the long red welt curling around the man's hip bone.

The man murmured something inaudible.

Taehyung moved closer as he held his tongue, straining to hear.

What did he expect from a public club?

The doms here were amateurs at best.

"It's your fault," the amateur dom snapped, "How am I to aim properly when you're squirming all over? It's over when I say so," then barked an ugly laugh.

This time the man spoke loud enough for Taehyung to hear.

"Are you deaf and just stupid? I used my safeword - Gold! GOLD! Let me down."

A husky female voice from the crowd called out, "He used his safeword, asshole. End of story."

The would-be dom glared back, turning back to the girl, he snarled loudly, "Fucking tease. You said you could handle anything-"

Taehyung had had enough, the jerk was being a total dumbass.

He made a move forward, "The boy said his safeword," he put his hand on the man's shoulder, "You should know that it means 'end of the scene.' Or should 'I' train you on basic etiquette?"

The man shook himself away then glared around at the crowd, but found no sympathy.

"Fuck this," he growled, grabbed his bag then stuffed his whip inside and stalked away quickly.

Taehyung had the urge to follow the guy, tap his shoulder and punch him in the jaw.

But he stayed and crouched to release the bound man's ankles then reached up to unclip the wrist cuffs.

The naked man lowered his arms and turned slowly from the cross.

He was lovely, milky white skin, a slender torso, tiny waist and gently flaring hips continued to long firm thighs.

Taehyung's cock twitched in appreciation at the lovely sight then his gaze moved up to the other's face.

A jolt of recognition shot through his brain.

"Holy shit," he mouthed silently.

Taehyung's brain was having a hard time connecting the dots as his two worlds colliding.

The man's hair had fallen in a tumble of loose curls in front of his face, his face was heart-shaped, large doe eyes, his upper lips were thin but the bottom was lush and red, like a plump piece of fruit just waiting to be bitten.

Why had he never noticed before how ravishingly beautiful this young man was?

Because in his 'normal' world, he wasn't a submissive who's naked and vulnerable, his back and ass streaked with marks from the previous lash.

He was Jeon Jungkook, one of the newer associates at his design firm.

While Taehyung had never worked directly with him, Jungkook had recently done a good job for one of his top client's homes.

His brain tried to combine the two contrasting images of this young man.

And failed.

Taehyung liked to compartmentalize his life - neat and orderly, with no bleed between the two.

He castigated himself for the brief fantasy that had leapt full-blown into his mind - Jeon Jungkook was in a submissive kneeling pose, naked and his erect cock had pre com leaking down the taught ligament, eyes on his erect cock-

He shook his head to clear away the unacceptable, teasing image.

Though there was no specific rule at the firm about colleagues being involved outside the office, he'd made it a personal rule never to 'dabble,' blurring those lines in any fashion.

He didn't have time, he got all the release and satisfaction he needed at the 'Poison Blossoms," a private Masters club.

As if feeling a gaze on him, Jungkook lifted his head.

As they stared at one another, Jungkook's hand fluttered to his neck as colour washed over his cheeks and ears, his red lips formed a small O in surprise, his adorable doe eyes widening. 

Jungkook had recognized him as well.

Taehyung offered him the hint of a smile, "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret."

Jungkook didn't seem to receive the message, snapping his mouth closed, he whirled away. Grabbing a discarded robe from the mat, he draped it over himself And remained with his back to him.

It was a dismissal.

Not wanting to embarrass the younger man any more than he probably already had, Taehyung walked away from the scene station, the smile still playing over his lips.

What an interesting turn of affairs, what should he do about it?

If he were cautious, he'd do nothing.

Nothing at all.

But Kim Taehyung hadn't gotten where he was by shying away from risks.

Why start now?

~~~fin

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