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It was shameful for an Alpha to have these urges, and even more shameful to seek them out. Hongjoong knew that no amount of furiously jerking off whilst imagining an omega dominating him would satisfy this unnatural yet primal need.
This wasn’t the kind of shit you could look up online, but he frequented clubs, and if you knew the right people, you’d learn who knew about the secret clubs.
He met Yeosang at his usual club and most nights they saw each other there, they’d dance, then Hongjoong always found an Alpha to go home with, never an omega. It was obvious that Yeosang had been claimed. His Alpha’s pheromones saturated him.
On a night Hongjoong wasn’t drunk by the time Yeosang came in, they sat down at the bar and talked for the first time.
“My Alpha owns a club up the road.” Yeosang said after being asked what he does for a living. “I run the front desk.”
“If he owns a club, why do you come here?”
“It’s more of an invite only club. I’ve gotten the feeling with you recently that you might be interested.”
“Why me?”
“Because you always go home with Alphas. It’s a kink club.”
“Oh—” Hongjoong’s face turned bright red.
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“Come by this weekend and we’ll find someone who suits you.” Yeosang said.
The club looked like any other high end, high rise hotel from the outside.
He went in, and Yeosang was there at the front desk. He smiled. Hongjoong had never seen him in normal lighting, not swathed in strobelights and disco balls.
His hair was blond and his eyes pierced you with their intensity. “I’m glad you came.”
“It looks like a hotel.”
“It is a hotel. The club is in the penthouse.” Yeosang came around the desk and walked with him to the elevators and scanned a keycard before pressing the button to the lift. Once they stepped inside, there was only one button with a placard beside it reading “The Siren”.
Hongjoong breathed in, letting the omega’s scent fill his lungs. The smell of lemongrass and raspberry was intoxicating, and it was making his mouth water. Yeosang noticed him starting to tremble as the elevator ascended.
“Don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not.” He lied, as if every instinct wasn’t telling him that this was a bad idea, because it was shameful. Alpha’s shouldn’t crave subjugation and yet here he was.
The elevator doors opened and they were met by a taller man in a suit with his black hair slicked back, and square thin rimmed glasses standing next to a shorter, stern looking man in all black.
“Who’s watching the desk?” the shorter of the two asked.
“Hongjoong, this is my Alpha, Jongho and this is the Alpha advocate for the club Mingi. I’m going to back to the desk now.” He said, smiling at his Alpha. “Help him meet someone?” he asked politely.
“Of course.” Mingi said with a nod. Yeosang stepped back into the elevator and Hongjoong felt frozen to the floor. “Welcome to The Siren. Before you’ll be allowed to enter the club, you’ll need to sign a few documents and provide ID.”
“I was hoping I could stay anonymous.”
“I just need to run a background check. Your information will be kept confidential.” He said then put a few sheets of paper on the counter between them.
“Read carefully, sign on the last page. You may choose a pseudonym but it’s not a requirement.” The man said. Hongjoong read carefully and signed, handing it back the looked over to Jongho standing beside him.
“So you’re the owner?” he asked. Jongho nodded then looked at the keycard that Mingi set down on the desk and handed it to Hongjoong.
“You’ll scan this at the elevator to gain access. We can talk more later if you like. Mingi is going to show you into the lounge.”
“Thanks,” he said starting to follow Mingi through the double doors into a lounge walled in by windows overlooking the city.
The furniture was red velvet, the carpet swirled into black and red patterns like a casino floor, and the walls were a deeper shade of burgundy. A full service bar lined the whole back side of the club in between two doors, one from the foyer from which they came, and the other on the opposite side, which surely led to private rooms.
He was hit by the handsome aroma of mingling omega scents, many of the notes rich and delicate like expensive perfume and florals, and subtle hints of vanilla and cherries.
“I’ll be at the reception desk by the elevators if you should need me.” Mingi turned and walked back out through the door to the foyer.
“Wow.” Hongjoong took in the overwhelming scent again. It had never been so rich and pungent anywhere else he’d ever been, even the club.
“I know. Strong isn’t it?” another tall Alpha said close by. Hongjoong looked him and down, dressed formally but not quite as strictly as Mingi had been.
“Yunho.” He said casually. Hongjoong immediately spotted the collar on his neck.
“Come here a lot?” He asked.
“I do.”
“And you have a Dom?” Hongjoong asked, pointing shyly up at the collar.
“Mingi.”
“But he’s an Alpha.”
“Yes, but this club isn’t just for submissive alphas and dominant omegas, it’s for us too. You disapprove?”
“Not at all. My fathers are both Alphas, you just surprised me. It’s uncommon. So you work here with him?”
“No, we just like to keep each other close, so I stay and keep frightened new patrons company.” He smirked down at Hongjoong who laughed nervously.
“You think I’m scared?” He said, trying hard to play it off but miserably failing.
“You look like a lost puppy.”
“So could you help me? You know—talk to someone?” he asked, and Yunho nodded, first leading him to the bar for a drink, then turned and started toward a couple sitting by the window.
A small omega sat crossed legged on a chaise, grinning down at an Alpha kneeling beside him, wearing nothing but black underwear, a collar and a leash.
“Looking for another sub, Woo?” Yunho asked him. The omega, with mischief in his eyes, grinned and eyed Hongjoong lustfully.
“I don’t know. Can little Sannie tolerate sharing today?” he asked, baby talking the Alpha who laid his head against the omega’s knee. “Poor baby.”
“I’m—Hongjoong.” He said nervously sitting down on an adjacent ottoman. Yunho walked off, leaving them to talk.
Hongjoong breathed in their scents. The two of them together smelled like maple and amber.
“Wooyoung, and this is my pet kitty, San. You into pet play?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, tell me what you’re into and I’ll throw you to the omega that would be the most happy to devour you. You sure you can’t share Sannie? Look how cute this lost puppy is. So kissable.” Wooyoung pouted.
“Oh. I don’t really know what I’m into yet I guess. I’ve never done this.”
“Hmm, you seem confident. Might need to find someone to knock you down a peg or two. Humiliation maybe? Degradation?”
“I’m—”
“Nervous.” Wooyoung cut him off. “That’s obvious, but you really don’t need to be. You’re really cute. Any Dom will have you, but we should get you with the right one, so I’m going to ask you questions and you’re going to answer yes or no. Simple enough?”
“Yes.” Hongjoong answered.
“Good. Would you like kneeling?”
“Yes.”
“Impact?”
“What is that?” Hongjoong asked.
“Being hit or spanked or flogged.”
“Yes.”
“What about being bound?”
“Yes.”
“Leashed?”
“No, not really.”
“Collared?”
“Maybe, for the right person.”
“Good answer, and you’re open to men and women?” Wooyoung asked. Hongjoong nodded. “Okay, how about breath play? Being choked?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, let’s see, cum control?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“And sex is on the table?”
“Yeah.”
“And you can handle being talked down to?” Wooyoung asked.
“Yes, but it makes me cringe if it’s too much.”
“And what about power exchange?”
“Honestly, I don’t want this to spill over into my life too much. Texting is fine, rules are fine, but I can’t be micromanaged.”
“I think I know the perfect Dom, but he isn’t gentle.” Wooyoung said then flicked his eyes up at someone standing behind Hongjoong.
“I didn’t come here for gentle.”
“So you like unpredictable and rough?”
“I crave it.” Hongjoong said then felt someone behind him, and saw him in the corner of his eye. A chill ran down his spine. He turned his head and his eyes fell on the most exquisite man he’d ever seen.
The Dom’s long black hair fell in loose black waves around his face, his outfit was so pitch black you could barely see the details of it, and a fur lapel sat around his shoulders. He looked and smelled expensive.
“I’ll take him off your hands.” The Dom said smoothly to Wooyoung. His voice was like warm honey but his scent was like spiced cranberries and rose, with a sharp, almost menthol twist, and something else he couldn’t place. “Come with me.” He demanded sharply.
Hongjoong followed him to the door on the opposite side of the room, down a dark hall, into a room where the Dom closed the door behind them and locked it. A tablet was placed into Hongjoong’s hand.
“Read carefully. I will test you to make sure that you have. Tap on an item to strike it out, sign at the bottom and submit. I’ll return shortly.” He said then left Hongjoong in the room alone.
The contract was simple. It was made for scenes and play, not permeant dynamics. His rules were simple and straightforward.
1. Traffic light system will be used in place of safewords.
2. The submissive will snap twice if they are unable to speak.
3. The submissive understands contraceptives will always be used, no exceptions.
4. The submissive is not permitted to look at the Dominant without permission.
5. The submissive is not permitted to speak without permission unless you are in pain or injured.
6. The submissive will bow to the Dominant once either of them enters a room.
7. The submissive will obey orders without question.
8. The submissive will be spanked as punishment for disobedience or disrespect.
9. The submissive does not have permission to touch the dominant unless otherwise told.
10. The submissive hereby gives permission for the Dominant to touch them in any way not specifically stated on this document.
11. You will discuss what names are to be used verbally.
12. The submissive understands they will not be acknowledged by the Dominant outside of The Siren unless otherwise specified, and you agree that you will not approach.
13. By agreeing to this contract, you’re agreeing that any item not crossed out may be performed.
14. On a scale of 1 being least aggressive and 9 being the most, indicate the level of aggression in play you’re comfortable with 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
He tapped on the 8 to circle it, read through the list of items, things that he could do or have done, and crossed out the ones he wasn’t willing to experience. He crossed out the items he wasn’t comfortable with, then signed and hit submit.
He didn’t have to wait long before the Dom came back in. He dipped his head and lowered his eyes to the ground, assuming the terms of the contract were meant to start that moment.
The Dom circled him then lifted his chin.
“Look at me.”
Hongjoong flicked his eyes up to the deep dark eyes of the Dom and the room started to spin around him, like he was heavy and the Dom's intense gaze was his only anchor.
“What will you do if you cannot speak and you need to stop?”
“Snap twice.”
“Show me.” He said, and Hongjoong lifted his arm and snapped twice. “Good.”
“Tell me what the traffic light system is.”
“Green for good, yellow for discomfort and need to slow down, red to stop and end the scene.” Hongjoong said.
“You’ll call me only sir or Mother, and I’ll call you anything I like.” He said, Hongjoong nodded. “Speak.”
“Yes sir.” He said.
“Kneel, useless Alpha.” Hongjoong sank to his knees and looked up at the beautiful man. “Did I say you could look at me?”
“No sir.” He looked down.
“If you’re already breaking rules, I don’t know how long you’re going to last before needing a punishment. Would you like to start a scene now?”
“Yes sir,” the word came out breathy, like a gasp, or a beg.
The Dom slid his hands down through the collar of Hongjoong’s shirt and down his chest.
He closed his eyes and willed himself to feel every inch the Dom touched, and every hair on his body stood straight up.
“You mentioned to Wooyoung you like unpredictability. Did you mean it?” He tested, then walked across the room and picked up a single piece of cloth from inside a drawer.
“Yes sir.” Hongjoong replied as Mother now stood holding the blindfold at eye level to him.
“Good. Shirt off.” The Dom tied the fabric around Hongjoong’s head then watched as thew new submissive obediently removed his shirt, then with another bit of fabric, he tied the sub’s hands loosely behind his back.
Hongjoong held his breath, the adrenaline slowly starting hit him, sweat beading on his skin. He wanted this man to destroy him in every way imaginable, though he knew they wouldn’t get that far right off the bat.
A cascade of leather strips hit the skin on his chest and he shuddered. The flogger glided over his bare shoulder, then down his back, over the back of his neck. A trail of goosebumps followed it. The strips traced over his chest, back around to the shoulder it first fell on.
“You’re holding your breath. Breathe normally.” The Dom commanded. He let his breath out and slowly and deeply breathed back in, this time anticipating a strike from the flogger.
When it hit his skin lightly, he startled and breathed in a deep and staggered breath. “Good. Just like that.” Mother said. Another strike hit his skin and he managed to let slip a gasp before he pressed his lips together to muffle the rest.
Mother reached down, caressing Hongjoong’s cheek, his thumb traced over the Alpha’s lips pursed together, forcing them to relax under his thumb. He sat down on the chaise behind Hongjoong who was still kneeling.
His finger’s gripped Hongjoong’s shoulder and pulled him back to rest his back against the seat of the chaise. Mother slid his hand down around the submissive’s neck and gripped it, not cutting off circulation or air flow, but held it just to hold him, and possess him in that moment.
The other hand swung forward with the flogger, hitting Hongjoong’s chest, and the motion repeated until the submissive finally stopped stifling his reactions and let out a desperate moan.
“There— good.” Mother whispered down in his ear. “You’ve learned your lesson today haven’t you?”
“Yes sir.” Hongjoong said.
“Tell me what you learned useless Alpha.”
“You want to hear me react naturally.”
“I expect you to remember when you see me next week.”
“I will.”
“Good boy. Tell me how you’re feeling.” He said, still holding onto Hongjoong’s neck.
“I can’t think of the right words.”
“Give me one word.” Mother commanded and Hongjoong took a moment to think deeply about it.
“Unrestrained.”
“What?” The Dom asked, confused at the contradiction, as he held the submissive Alpha, literally restrained.
“Free from what society expects from an Alpha, at least right now.”
“Good.” He said removing his hand and then the blindfold. “You may come back next week. Same time.”
Once Hongjoong was freed, he glanced up to meet Mother's eyes before he remembered the rules again.
“You did well. Have a good night.” Mother said gently then left the room, leaving Hongjoong to re-dress himself and shuffle out of the room, dazed and almost floating.