Onyx
a Fetish Heat Sheet by Mychael Black & Shayne Carmichael
Phaze
In Onyx, DC's newest fetish club, Ian Vaughan, a Dom returning to the scene,
finds himself greatly interested in the crowd favorite: Kale Daniels. After
observing a tense, staged whipping, Ian takes Kale for a private session of
their own.
Can these two men form a bond that goes beyond the public sphere of Onyx?
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Excerpt:
Kale Daniels. Barely touching five-and-a-half feet tall, with a trim
but muscled build, he was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, ass facing
the rapt audience below. Spiky black hair stood up everywhere, and his
golden skin was glazed with sweat that glistened under the white light.
Arms trussed above his head, legs spread—God, he was beautiful.
Ian just stared. How the Hell had he missed that?
"How old is he?"
"Twenty-four," David said.
"Looking for another Master? Or is he just playing the circuit for
now?" Ian couldn't pull away from the sight of that sweet body, spread
wide for the entire club to see. Kale had the body, the posture, that
many in Onyx would absolutely love to see before them. But, if he was
playing the circuit, it was doubtful that Kale would be interested in
any of them in private.
"Playing the circuit for now. He came to me after the contract with
Mark ended, said he wanted to keep playing but without a Master."
Ian nodded. Yeah, he could see the appeal in that—no bullshit, no
strings attached. Just pleasure, pure and simple. He watched as one of
the house Doms stepped up beside Kale, one whip hanging from a studded
leather belt and a cat-o-nine-tails in his right hand. Judging from the
studded belt and the matching harness criss-crossed over the Dom's
torso, Ian knew the man.
"This his first time with Alan?"
"Oh, no." David shook his head, though he seemed just as caught up in
the scene beginning to play out on the stage. "No, Kale likes the whip,
and with you gone, the only other one to give him what he wanted and
needed was Alan." David glanced over at Ian in what was clearly a
challenge.
"I see," Ian said quietly, sipping his water. He left it at that,
content to watch the show before making any sort of decision. Kale
Daniels was definitely a beauty, but how he reacted was something
completely different. Ian hated unresponsiveness, and if Kale proved to
be unresponsive… Well, best to cut his losses there before he
got to know the man.
Alan whispered something to Kale and Kale nodded. Hands tightening
visibly on the leather ties holding them to the wooden frame of the
cross, Kale seemed to tense and relax all at once—if that were
possible. Alan stepped back—but left enough room for the crowd to
see—and slid the tails of the cat over his left palm. The room
fell into an unearthly silence, and the first strike landed.
A collective hiss of breath slid through the crowd and Ian suppressed
his own reaction. Fuck. Alan's skill was close to his own, and each hit
landed with expert precision. Another blow snapped bright red across
Kale's buttocks and the muscles in Kale's arms jumped. A groan
somewhere close by met the rock of Kale's hips into the cross.
Sweet Jesus.
Aware of David still watching him, Ian's expression retained a bland
edge as he studied the other two men closely. Apparently
unresponsiveness wasn't a particular problem for Kale. Not with the way
his body arched in expectation of the blow to come, then tried to find
relief from the sharp rise of need. Tilting his head slightly, one of
Ian's fingers idly tapped at his lips as he continued to watch.
"I know that look," David said, leaning close. "I'd be happy to introduce you when the scene is over."
Alan's whip drew up another brilliant red line across Kale's buttocks.
Kale pulled on the restraints, body surging instinctively upward.
Ian rarely showed a great deal of interest in anything around him, and
he wasn't about to start now. Glancing over at David, Ian gave him a
noncommittal answer. "If you want to."
When Alan coiled his whip, the silence in the room was deafening. "Come."
With that one word, Kale's head fell back and he cried out, body
shaking as his seed spilled onto the stage. A ripple of groans
followed, moving through the crowd in response.
The instantaneous response to the one word intrigued Ian, more so
because no touch seemed to be required. His gaze followed the quivering
line of the sub's body. "He is a beautiful creature, I will agree to
that, David." A faint smile curled his lips as his gaze stayed on Kale.
"You don't know the half of it, my friend."