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“So,” Binx started, lowering his voice though no one was around. “Do you…I mean, have you ever…?”
“Are you kinky?” Mal finished.
Sel barked a laugh and looked around to ensure they were still alone. “You guys!”
“Oh, come on, Sel. We all are! Ruben’s got two dominant guys that are pretty much wrapped around his little finger,” Mal grunted.
“Yeah, I do too. You have no idea what that doctor and preacher of mine get up to when we’re alone, and still, as much as they dominate me, I’m always in charge.”
Sel liked the sound of that. “I’m…interested in that, you know, lifestyle, but I really don’t like being told what to do.”
“Sexually?” Mal asked.
“Oh, that, well, as long as it’s something I like, which is…okay, most things.”
Binx sighed with exasperation. “There are limits, hard and soft limits, contracts, lots of talks?”
“See, right there! He’s not a talker.”
Binx smiled patiently. “Then write it down, hand it to him. We can help you write something.”
Mal confessed, “The thing is to make them think they’re calling the shots. It gives them a boost of self-confidence. It’s some primal thing, where they are cavemen, dragging home a mastodon for dinner, or some shit.”
“It’s true,” Binx agreed. “They need to beat their chests and spank our asses and they’re all peaceful and calm after, like giving a baby a pacifier.”
Sel couldn’t believe they were saying those things, but if it worked, he’d try anything. “He’s like a feral cat. You work to get him to eat out of your hand, but one wrong move and he runs off and you have to start all over again.”
“Now he’s got it,” Mal told Binx.
“He sure does.”
“What do you mean? How do I have it?”
Binx spoke like he was teaching a classroom filled with third graders, and that was about how Sel felt. “Listen, they’re all like that in one way or another. If you’re giving him the control, he feels like he’s in charge, like he can bolt if he needs to. The thing is, having that control means he won’t bolt.”
“I don’t want to…lie to him. Fool him into being with me.”
Mal sighed, so exasperated he looked like he could punch Sel. “In bed, tell me that he is some simpering bottom that lets you call the shots.”
“Yeah, right!”
Mal simply stared at him until the truth arrived on its own. Sel got it, knowing that if Indio had even a pretense of control, he’d likely be more open to take the relationship a few steps further.
“Well, help me! Help me write whatever and get him all comfortable. Does he really have to spank me?”
“Don’t throw that out before you’ve tried it,” Binx suggested. “That little bit of pain brings pleasure to the next level.”
Sel thought of it and confessed, “Sex with him is mostly painful anyway.”
“I knew it,” Mal whispered. “He’s hung.”
Binx giggled while Sel admitted it with just a shrug.
“Okay, we’ll get together today with Ruben and see what we can whip up for you. Until then, don’t do your…Carrillo shit,” Mal suggested.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Ask Blaine,” Binx whispered. “I’m sure he knows. Maybe your mom.”
