Phil sighed loudly. He didn't want to go to this stupid party. He would've preferred to stay inside and browse the internet than go here.
But his friends insisted. They told him he needed to get out of the house, get out of his head. He needed to get pleasure that wasn't from his own hand.
"You're here," His friend PJ said surprised.
"You would've bothered me all night if I didn't," Phil mumbled. He held his hand out and let his friend put on the bracelet. Blue "What's it mean?"
PJ laughed. He pointed out that everyone had a bracelet. They indicated what each person was and what they were looking for.
Blue meant open dom, looking for sub.
Pink meant open sub, looking for dom.
Phil stopped listening after that. He didn't need to know the rest.
"How do I know if they are into boys or girls?" He asked PJ.
He put another bracelet on Phil's wrist. Gray this time. He guessed that gray meant bi, up for either sex. PJ explained, proving me correct. White meant into female and black meant into male.
"Thanks."
With that, Phil walked away and mingled around, doing what PJ had been wanting him to do for the past few weeks. Hell, it may have been months now.
"You need to get out." Pj told him. "Find a new toy to play with."
Phil chuckled, thinking back to PJ's comment. A new toy. Was it even worth it? Toys either got broken or boring to play with. Or they left.
That's the problem Phil had been running into. His toys have been leaving him, bored with the master/pet relationship. Some of them began having feelings for him. Some just wanted a steady relationship. Whatever his pets had wanted, Phil couldn't provide. All he wanted was pleasure and a tad bit of fun.
Phil glanced around. He looked for anyone who caught his eye.
No one. Go figure.
Phil walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He never understood why PJ liked these parties. He already had his own pet to play with.
Three beers later, Phil decided he would take one last look around. If no one caught his eye, he would go home. Surely, PJ couldn't give him too much crap if he tried.
As he walked through the living room, he found a pretty boy. Not usually the kind of person Phil was into. A boy in such feminine clothing was usually off his list, but something about this boy was interesting. He looked at the boy's bracelet. Pink and black.
Perfect.
Phil took a chance. He walked up to the boy and introduced himself. The boy looked up from his phone and met eyes with Phil.
"Dan."
The two boys started a conversation. It didn't take long for Dan to agree to give Phil a shot. He said that he would text Phil to let him know later, and then he got up and left.
"Dan?" PJ asked after Dan left.
"What do you know about him?" Phil asked, leaning back into the couch.
"He's been to a few of these. Comes in with a friend, who quickly separates from him. Then he just sits by himself until he has had enough. I have never heard of him actually talking to anybody. Usually when people try, he just walks away or doesn't answer."
Phil scoffed. "So you are trying to say I'm special? Yeah, right."
PJ shrugged.
"I'm leaving." Phil waved goodbye to his friend and left the house. He was glad he walked and hadn't had too much to drink.
The idea of Dan lingered on his mind as he walked home. PJ's words played in his mind. I have never heard of him actually talking to anybody. If that was true, what made Phil special?
Of course, the same question could go for him. Phil walked all throughout the house, seeing every person who had showed him. The only person he cared to look at the bracelet was Dan. What made Phil interested in Dan.
Phil sighed loudly. The alcohol made his brain fuzzy, making thinking hard. Luckily, he was just about home. He sped up and went into his apartment. He climbed into his bed without bothering to change.
He woke up late the next morning. He discovered he still had his bracelets on from last night. Yawning, he looked at his phone to find a text from Dan. A request to meet up for lunch. Phil agreed, though he had to hurry if he wanted to be on time.
Half an hour later, he was showered and dressed and walking through the door of the café Dan picked out. Dan was already sitting at a table, sipping from a mug. Phil walked over to the table and apologized for being late.
"You aren't even late," Dan stated.
Phil took a moment to look over Dan's outfit. Another fairly feminine outfit. Pink jumper (complete with flowers on the front) and white jeans.
"So you want to figure this stuff out or what?" Dan asked. Phil found it slightly amusing how blunt Dan was, considering he claimed he was sub.
Phil agreed, though they had to wait for the waitress who interrupted them to bring Phil his coffee. Afterwards, they discussed what each of them wanted and what was to be expected.
They both had experience, years of experience in their role. Dan said he could pretty much put up with whatever Phil had to offer, if that's what Phil wanted. The only big thing that both boys stressed is that this was just for fun and pleasure. Even if feelings developed in their relationship, their relationship would remain the same.
"When do you want to start?" Phil asked. He knew they still had more specific things to talk about, but maybe they shouldn't talk about it in public. He never was a fan of flaunting his kink in public.
"Whenever you want." Dan smirked slightly. He lowered his voice slightly. "You are the master after all."
It had been awhile since he heard himself be referred to as master. His last pet left him because she wanted more from a relationship, which Phil couldn't offer.
"We do have other things to discuss. Shall we start tonight?" Phil questioned.
"Of course… Master."
Author's Note: This is a rewriting of a story I started before. Same overall premise, but different set up and characterization of the characters, if you read the other one. This is the prologue.
