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When Lee first learns of the club, a plan starts to formulate. He thinks about how George sprung that little shopping trip on him, and decides that it's time for a little payback.

He does some research and makes an appointment, then texts George to tell him that they're going out for dinner, that he'll be picked up at 8pm, and that Lee would like it very much if he wore the plug.

The thought of going to a sex club is sort of nerve wracking and intriguing all at the same time. He doesn't know if he particularly wants to partake in anything, but he's curious. He wants to check it out, and he thinks that George will, too. Hell, with all that George has gotten up to, it might seem like child's play to him.

But to Lee, it's entirely new. For him, sex has always been this clandestine, hidden thing. It was animal behavior, biology to be taken care of and little else. But he's learning so much about all the other ways it can be, and this seems like a good way to further his education.

He's even snuck the collar away to keep in his pocket. He doesn't want to tell George to wear that, too. It's never been worn out of the safety of George's apartment before, and he wants that choice to be George's, so Lee will let him make it once he has all the information.

He decides to get a cab for the trip, not wanting to drive his beat up old truck when he may possibly be impaired. He's dressed in all black-- jeans and a silky button down and his boots, with his face shaved and his dark red curls actually combed and styled. He looks-- good. It's not often that he looks into the mirror and thinks that, but it's happening more often lately. That's George's influence, he's sure.

Once the car pulls up to George's building, Lee shoots him a text. Come downstairs.

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“Good boy,” he says, cradling the girl’s cheek as she stares at him almost hopefully. “Good girl.”

His voice is a low growl, full of genuine approval, and the young woman grins up at him as it means the world to her. “Go find someone else to play with, okay? But if they treat you poorly, come find me and I’ll take care of it.”

The girl nods and Lee releases her, watching as she walks away sort of unsteadily. Even from here, he can see the insides of her thighs are slick.

He’s still staring when a man slides in front of them, audaciously reaching out for George’s cock. Lee shoots his hand out to grab his wrist, twisting it enough to make him wince without causing any actual damage.

“Don’t touch things that aren’t yours,” Lee bites out, his voice at complete odds with the warm way he was just speaking to that girl. “Get away from us.”

The guy nods and Lee lets him go, huffing as he curls his hand possessively around George’s cock, now slick with spit. “I have to beat them off you with a stick, don’t I?”

"Seems so," says George, his breath catching as Lee strokes his cock. He doesn't feel entirely in his skin. Having his shirt open, his trousers shoved down, makes him feel more naked than he would if he was stripped altogether. The plug in his arse is still buzzing quietly. It's such a lot to process. He wants to come so badly, but he knows that its useless to beg, right now. Unless he taps out, this will all happen at the pace Lee chooses.

“I’m sure you’d love it if I just put you on your hands and knees and let them all take turns on you.” He says it like it’s a possibility, but Lee would rather chop his own hand off. He would never do that, and he doesn’t think George would actually want him to. The fun is in talking about it, and making George feel like he’s little more than a hole that Lee owns. “Hm? Wouldn’t you like being used like that? So full of come you’re choking on it?”

George is a shivering mess and Lee grins, kissing the side of his face as he looks around the room. So many people are staring, but Lee’s eyes catch on a dark haired woman off to the side. She’s watching them more speculatively than the others, who are more slackjawed. It makes Lee curious enough to quirk a brow at her, one arm wrapped around George’s chest as if someone might try to take him away.

She's been watching them for a while. There's something about the guy who's clearly in charge, something dark and wolfish about him despite the bright colour in his chair, that makes her Spidey senses tingle, and the guy he's with, the one who's stripped half naked and clearly already in over his head, is beautiful. Alex isn't sure what she's doing in the club, to be honest. She hasn't gotten close to laid since Steve disappeared and, before that, it was Darlington for years.

But a girl can dream.

She crosses the space between them, drink in hand, coming to stand in front of them, a whole different story from the redhead who'd found herself dismissed a few minutes before. She quirks an eyebrow.

"Looks like you've got your hands full," she says.

The woman walks over confidently, and her energy is different from the girl who was just here. Lee looks her over and then smirks.

“He’s a holy terror. Thinks more with his cock than his head,” Lee says as he lifts his hand from George’s chest to cup his face, forcing his full lips into an obscene pout. There is such obvious fondness in his voice, though. “But isn’t he beautiful?”

"He can't help that it's taking up so much blood flow," she says, smirking as he blushes darker, her eyes dipping down to his cock and then back up to his face and then past him altogether, to the man who's clearly in charge. "I'm surprised his brain's getting any blood at all." She used to have her own beautiful boy who she occasionally put in positions like this, though Darlington had never let her bring him here -- they'd kept everything at Black Elm. "He's gorgeous. No need to think when you're that pretty, right?"

They talk about George like he isn’t right there, and in any other scenario Lee would not stand for it. But right here, in this moment, he’s sure that it’s doing wonders for George. He already seems so dazed, lax and pliant in Lee’s embrace, and Lee would die before letting anything bad happen to him for real.

“He doesn’t need to think about anything. That’s why I’m here,” Lee tells her, and normally he wouldn’t ogle a woman quite so blatantly, but he has to assume it’s okay here. She’s gorgeous, curvy with a dangerous smile, and she seems as if she’s familiar with all of this. Lee can’t decide yet if that makes him nervous or puts him more at ease.

“Would you like to touch him?” Lee asks, realizing that he’s very much not against seeing such a thing. “He’s very agreeable. Aren’t you, darling?”

George nods sluggishly and Lee grins, letting go of his chin to wrap his hand around the front of his neck. Loosely, but still possessively.

When she'd decided to come out tonight, Alex had put on one of her favourite outfits from the club, skin tight and black, a corset that lifts her tits and nips in her waist. She'd painted her lips red. She's appreciative of the look he gives her. Nobody's looked at her like that in a long time. The other man nods, and, if she'd didn't know better, she'd think he'd been dosed with Merity, he's so dazed. She's seen that look before, though. He's so turned on he can barely function.

"Touch him how?" she asks, stepping closer. She trails one fingernail along the length of his cock, teasing against delicate skin and enjoying the way his hips squirm, even from that tiny touch. She brushes the pad of one thumb over a pierced nipple. "Maybe I'd rather touch you and make him watch."

Her painted nail trails along his cock and Lee finds himself entranced, endlessly curious as to where this all might lead. He’s completely out of his depth here, but he’s having the time of his life.

“Careful,” he says when she touches his nipple, and that one word makes it clear just how precious this man is to him. He clears his throat and slides his hand from George’s neck to the center of his chest. “They’re still healing.”

His brows lift as she continues and he hums, reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder and draw her in closer, practically sandwiching George between them. “Maybe I’d let you.”

"God, I remember how shitty that was," she says, and then he's drawing her in until her tits press against the other guy's bare chest and it's the easiest, weirdest thing in the world to lean in enough to kiss the guy over his shoulder. She feels him shiver between them.

"I should probably get your names," she says. "And then maybe we could go find somewhere that's slightly less of a focal point. Unless that's the point? I'm comfortable on a stage."

She leans in and Lee goes easily, kissing her enthusiastically with George between them, holding onto George’s cock as he licks into her mouth.

The woman is calm enough that Lee finds himself relaxing in her presence. As much as he likes being in charge of George, he finds that he wouldn’t mind a little guidance himself. Not from someone like her.

“This pretty thing is George. He likes to be watched,” Lee tells her, smiling as he curls his hand around the collar’s lock again. “But I don’t think we’d mind going somewhere a bit more private for a bit, would we?”

George seems too out of it to answer and Lee laughs, slapping lightly at his hip. “Say hello to our new friend, George. You’re being rude.”

George blinks. He'd been almost drifting, lost in the sensation of the plug and Lee's hand on his cock, the press of bodies in front and behind him, the fact that he couldn't quite see them kissing, but he could hear it.

"Hello," he says, his voice rough. The woman smiles and leans in to kiss him, too, a brush of red lips against his.

"Hi," she says. "I'm Alex." She looks past him. "Do you have a name, too, or...?" She raises a dark eyebrow, suddenly imperious.

“It’s Lee,” he says with a smirk, though he feels a bit of a thrill at the look she gives him. He reaches down to pull George’s pants back up, carefully tucking his cock away without zipping them back up. George lets out a faint groan in protest and Lee laughs fondly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Alex,” Lee tells her, sliding out from behind George and reaching out to grab the lock again, using that to lead him in the absence of the leash. “Please lead the way.”

"Lee and George," she says and then she turns and walks ahead of them, not looking back like she trusts them to follow. She's pretty sure that they will but, if they don't? It's no real skin of her nose, right? She leads them towards the back of the club, where there's partitioned spaces with couches and beds, designed to be a bit more intimate than the main space. They kind of remind her of the champagne rooms at the club, only there's no security.

Once she finds a vacant space for them, she sits down on the couch and props one boot up on the platform in front of her.

"Why don't you tell me how you see this going, Lee," she says, because it's no good asking George. "So I can...calibrate."

They follow Alex into the space, where it’s only slightly more private. Lee can still hear everything going on around them, all the moans and the slapping of skin.

There’s a cushion on the ground near the sofa and Lee puts a firm hand on the back of George’s neck, urging him toward it. “On your knees, baby.”

As George complies, Lee steps over to drop down next to Alex on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder as they look at George together.

“As long as George is a thoroughly used up puddle by the end of this, I’ll be satisfied,” Lee quips, turning his head to look at Alex. She seems unbothered in a way that Lee appreciates. The stakes don’t feel so terribly high. He hates admitting weakness, but maybe that isn’t what this is.

“I will admit that I am new to this,” Lee tells her, one corner of his mouth quirking up wryly as he turns to look at George again.

“But he likes pain. And he loves to be embarrassed. Fucking loves it,” Lee says with a happy smile, reaching out to put his hand on Alex’s knee. “He also has a vibrating plug in his ass and if he comes before I say so, we’re going to have to leave.”

"Hmmm." Alex tilts her head, studying George as he sinks down onto the cushion on his knees, head bent, the outline of his hard cock in his open pants obscene. Her head resting against the back of the couch, all the better to show off the swell of her tits above her corset, she studies Lee for a long moment.

"New isn't bad," she says. "That's what he likes. What about you?" George is definitely the sub here, but she needs to figure out whether her and Lee are supposed to be equals here or not.

For some reason, the question takes him by surprise. He blinks at looks at George again, feeling his expression soften.

“I like him,” he admits helplessly, feeling his cheeks flush and clearing his throat. “I like that he belongs to me. I like— I like the power in it.”

He hesitates, opening his mouth and closing it again. “I like that I can be mean and not feel bad about it. Because I want so often to be mean.”

It sounds so like had she'd felt about Danny that it makes her stomach lurch, just a little. She rights herself, shifting on the couch to run one fingernail along Lee's jaw, turning him to face her.

"And what do you want from me? Just so we're all on the same page before we get started." Her dark eyes flicker across his face. "Because I am open to anything except you being mean to me. I'll double team him with you, or, fuck, I could have fun with both of you on your knees, but...Not that. Okay?"

“I understand,” Lee assures her, utterly sincere. “I don’t want you to be mean to me, either.”

Her nail on his face makes him shiver and he thinks about it for a long moment before answering.

“I will not kneel for you,” he says finally. He’s not going to do that for anyone but George. “I will not hand him over to you entirely. He’s mine, and he has a safe word he can use if he needs to.”

He swallows hard and looks at George again. He feels a little overwhelmed, and almost dizzy from how turned on he is. After taking a breath, he turns to look at Alex again, leaning in closer. “But I would not be adverse to taking a little direction from someone with more experience. I want us to have fun with him. Together.”

Alex would admit to being a tiny bit disappointed, because he's a pretty boy -- they both are -- and it might be kind of fun to have two of them at her mercy, but what Lee has in mind sounds good too. Ignoring George, for the moment, she leans in and kisses Lee, tongue with an edge of teeth.

"You said he likes being embarrassed," she says, one hand cradling the side of Lee's neck. "What works on him? Is he a verbal humiliation kind of bitch, or do I get him licking my boots?" She deliberately never wears these boots outside for just that purpose. "I could make him hump a pillow while we make out."

She kisses him and Lee can’t help the tiny sound he makes at the scrape of her teeth, sliding his hand higher up her thigh.

“God, all of the above, probably,” Lee says with a laugh, kissing along her jaw and neck before turning to look at George again. He’s watching them, eyes vaguely glazed over. Lee has never seen him quite like this.

“You like when someone points out what a slut you are, don’t you?” Lee asks in a louder voice, lifting one hand to the curve of Alex’s waist. It’s been a long time since he touched a woman like this, and he’s enjoying himself immensely.

He lifts his head enough to watch them, the slide of Lee's hand against the curve of Alex's waist, the way he kisses along her bare skin. God, they're both so beautiful.

"Yes," he says, nodding. "I like that."

Alex raises her eyebrows.

"Like what?" she says.

George swallows, feels the bind of the collar across his throat.

"Hearing...that I'm a slut," he says.

“And he really is just a horrible slut,” Lee says calmly, dropping his head to press kisses along Alex’s chest, over the swell of her breasts spilling out of the corset. He sort of wants to bury his face between them. “Messy with it.”

He lifts his head and lounges back against the sofa next to her, palming at her inner thigh as he looks at George. Lee assumes that if he does something that Alex doesn’t like, she will have no trouble redirecting him.

“I want to see you lick her boot,” Lee tells him, jerking his chin to where her foot is propped up. “C’mon. Show her how well you listen to instructions.”

George looks at the boot for a long moment, like he's warring with himself, but then he shuffles forward on his knees, off the cushion until he can get to the boot, propped up on the platform. He bends his head and traces his tongue over the polished leather of the toe of Alex's boot. She rolls her ankle, directing his mouth.

"Sole, too," she says. He hesitates for a split second, and then he bends lower, so that he can get his tongue to the sole of her boot. The humiliation eats at him. It's fucking delicious.

As Lee watches George lick at Alex’s boot, he feels a complicated swirl of emotions. He doesn’t necessarily enjoy degrading George. Outside of settings like this, Lee would never want him feeling humiliated. But he likes that George obeys him, and as much as George hesitates, the degradation clearly does something for him. He’s so turned on that he’s trembling, and Lee likes that very much. That’s why he does this.

“See? Such a good little pet,” Lee says happily, reaching out to gently nudge the toe of his own leather boot up under George’s chin to lift his head enough for them to clearly see his face. “Aww, look how red he is.”

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