Base Over Apex

By Kim Dare

It’s Valentine’s at the Spread Eagle leather club, but the only sub Jack’s even spoken to belongs to his best friend, Marcus—and all Bret did was con him into taking a stupid bet. It is not going to be a good Valentine’s night...

The moment Jack sees Ricky walking naked through the bar, he wants him. When Ricky kneels at his feet and offers him the keys to his restraints, it’s obvious that his interest is returned. It might just be the best Valentine’s Jack’s ever had...

Ricky is sweet, and eager to please, and obviously new to leather. He’s the kind of guy who actually makes Jack wonder if “something at first-sight” might really be possible. But, when it suddenly becomes apparent that everything is not what it seems, the only thing Jack knows for sure if that this Valentine’s night is going to get very, very complicated.

Please note: This story was previously published under the title Call Me, Sir, Boy! This version has been tweaked and re-edited to become part of the Kinky Cupid series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kim Dare
• Release date: Feb 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9780463093436

Kim Dare

Kim is a bisexual submissive from Wales (UK). First published in 2008, she has since released over 100 BDSM erotic romance titles ranging from short stories to full length novels. Having worked with a host of fantastic e-publishers, she moved into self publishing in 2013. While she occasionally enjoys writing other pairings, most of Kim's stories focus on Male/Male relationships. But, no matter what the pairing, from paranormal to contemporary, and from the sweet to the intense, everything she writes will always feature three things - Kink, Love and a Happy Ending.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Also in the Kinky Cupid Series

Also by the Author

About the Author

Chapter One

Bloody hell!

Jack Bowen looked up as he heard the exclamation, knowing that anything that could raise an eyebrow in The Spread Eagle had to be worth seeing. Craning his neck, he lifted himself slightly out of one of the low, leather armchairs arranged near the back of the club’s main bar room, and peered through the leather-clad press of people.

Finally, a guy wearing a set of well-worn chaps stepped to the right. Another man wearing a top to toe leather body suit moved to the left. A boy came into view.

Short spiky brown hair. Big green eyes. Nice lean lines of muscle. Not more than twenty-three, maybe twenty-four years old.

Some strangely detached and analytical part of Jack’s brain noted all those particulars and filed them under just my type. But most of Jack was far too preoccupied with the fact the boy was stark bollock naked to immediately take in anything else.

As the young man continued to make his way slowly through the crowd, Jack gradually registered other details, like the way the boy was blushing very prettily for his audience. Jack smiled slightly to himself. It was possible the boy was carrying out some sort of Valentine’s bet, but it seemed more likely that one of the doms who enjoyed humiliation was making a prospective submissive jump through a few hoops for his entertainment.

The boy had black leather cuffs separately padlocked around each of his wrists and ankles. The restraints begged someone to fasten them together and render him completely and gloriously helpless. There was no collar though…and any man who let a submissive who looked like this boy wander through The Spread Eagle without a clear sign of ownership wrapped around his neck was damn near asking for the boy to be snatched from beneath his nose.

The sub came closer. Jack let his eyes drift up and down his body. The sub’s cock was slightly hard, but he was nowhere near enthusiastic enough about his predicament to be marked out as an exhibitionist. If the fresh cut on his crotch, right where his skin creased between his leg and his groin, was anything to go by, he wasn’t very experienced at shaving anything other than his face either.

There wasn’t a hair to be seen anywhere below the boy’s neck. If it really had been his first attempt to follow a command to shave himself clean, he’d done a bloody good job. Jack glanced at the cut again—a literally bloody one. Jack smiled more broadly.

Whoever the boy was subbing to was one lucky sod and obviously destined to have a far more enjoyable Valentine’s night than Jack was.

Silent, bare footsteps brought the boy closer still. Jack straightened in his seat as the submissive glanced in his direction and turned toward him. It didn’t seem to be just wishful thinking that hinted he was the boy’s destination…

There were doms sitting in armchairs either side of Jack. Marcus Tremayne sat to his left—but the boy couldn’t be going to him. Sub or not, Bret would have Marcus’s balls if he screwed around on him. Dan Jacobs sat on Jack’s other side, and even though he didn’t currently have a sub, he was due to work behind the bar that night, and he never played when he was working a shift.

It seemed reasonable to assume that—

Yes. As Jack watched, completely entranced, the boy stopped directly in front of him and lowered himself to his knees.

Jack was just able to glimpse a flash of metal near the boy’s lips before the submissive placed his hands behind his back, bent at the waist, and leaned forward until his forehead touched the floor between Jack’s leather boots.

Habit made Jack reach up to push his hair back out of his eyes as he looked down at him, but of course, there were no shaggy, blond strands hanging forward into his eyes that night. It was all trapped under that bloody stupid baseball cap.

Jack dropped his hand back to the arm of his chair, barely able to waste more than a second wishing he’d never taken on that stupid bet with Marcus’s brat in the first place. But, seriously, who could have expected Bret to stay silent for an entire hour?

I think he likes you. The words came from Jack’s right.

Marcus? Jack said.

Yeah?

Go away. Jack didn’t raise his voice. He’d barely even changed his tone, but Marcus knew him well enough to be able to tell when he wasn’t messing around.

A few seconds of silence passed, during which the other dominant no doubt drained the last of his drink, then Jack heard Marcus leave the chair next to him.

His friend clapped him on the shoulder on the way past. Fair enough, mate. Have fun!

I’ll take that as my cue to get my shift started, Dan said, with a wry chuckle. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

For a few seconds, Jack was aware of Marcus and Dan speaking to each other as they walked away. Then, they were gone, fading from his consciousness as if they’d never existed.

Jack wasn’t exactly left alone with the sub. The room remained crowded. The boy was still attracting a hell of a lot of interest from anyone with eyes and a clear line of sight. But the men around them ceased to matter as Jack focused in on the submissive and gave all his attention to the scene the boy was apparently offering to conduct with him.

Straighten up. Keep your hands behind your back.

The boy obeyed. He sat back on his heels and squared his shoulders, but his head stayed bowed, his gaze remained lowered. Even now it wasn’t clear what the glint of mental hanging from his lips actually was.

Look up. Look at me, Jack ordered.

For a few seconds the boy seemed confused by the simple order. It took far too long for him to obey it. By the time their gazes finally met, Jack was frowning. Those pretty green eyes quickly mellowed his mood, so did seeing the keys hanging from the ring held between the boy’s lips.

Jack’s mouth