Chapter 4

Hidden Dark Secrets

Hello everyone! I AM BACK! Finally! I have had this chapter written since January but no internet access. I had to move after being robbed twice in the same month and I was threatened by the fucktards that committed the crimes.

So without any further ado here is the next chapter. There is no smut but the different issues are starting to come out with Noah. There is one more big one to come but that is the next chapter. So please read and review. Hemmy

Dave drops Noah off at the Puckerman home telling he would be back in about thirty minutes to pick him up. He continues on to his own home making a call to his Dom friend in Columbus. The articles that he needs are simple and he had sent the order in earlier after Noah's melt down in the choir room. The large jock packed a couple of days worth of clothing, a few extra special things and a book for Noah to read. He heads over to pick up Noah and to start their 'learning and healing' weekend.

Noah was packing his bag when his mother's latest fuck of the month came barging into his room. The dark teen didn't even know the guy's name. The drunken lout demanded money from Noah so he could go and buy more booze.

"Where is it? I know about your whoring ways with the older women of this town!" The drunk grabs Noah's arm spinning him around to face him.

"Get the fuck off me!" Noah tries to jerk his arm free from the vice like hold the inebriated man has on his bicep. "I gave Ma the last of my money a week ago so the two of you could stay drunk over the weekend!"

"Then call one of your clients and do what you do best! Go turn a trick whore! One of those rich bitches has to be horny!" The man grabs Noah's cell phone.

"Fuck you! Get a job you lousy motherfucker!" Noah jerks his arm free and tries to punch the fuming drunk. He misses and the livid man grabs him pinning against the stench emitting body.

"Boy you need to be taught some manners!" Noah begins to struggle against the taller fat man but the drunkard slams him into the wall beside his closet. The first punch is to the side of Noah's head, the cell phone making the blow substantially harder leaving Noah vulnerable. The man manages to land three more punches before being tossed across the room by a rage filled Dave Karofsky.

"Fucking sick bastard! You have no right to touch what is MINE!" The deep booming voice yells at the body on the floor as he reaches down and picks up the semi conscious form before throwing it down the stairs.

"Noah? Baby talk to me." Dave kneels down by the trembling jock sprawled across the floor. Noah has his face covered with his hands trying to protect himself. "Noah LOOK AT ME!"

Noah looks up at the command given by Dave. He touches the small cut above his dark eyebrow pulling a red finger back. The tanned jock looks around the room for his mother's latest flavor of the month not finding him.

"Thanks but I could have handled it. It's not like it's the first time one of her fucks has come after me." Noah stares at his blood covered finger tip. "Fucking cell phone hurt, that's what threw me off or I would have taken him out." He reaches for his cell phone and puts it into his pocket.

"It may not have been the first time but it was the last. NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT IS MINE!" Dave growls the last sentence as he inspects the cut. It isn't that deep and it doesn't need stitches. Dave helps Noah off the floor and grabs the packed bag from the bed. "Come on let's get out of here."

The boys exit the house quickly after making sure the heap at the bottom of the stairs was not dead. Dave drove for a few minutes before stopping at a gas station just outside of Lima to clean the cut and put a band aid over the split. Noah kept his eyes trained on the night landscape as they continued down the interstate towards Columbus. The rest of the ride is in silence, even the radio is silent.

Dave pulls into a rather nice hotel and parks the truck before turning to Noah. "I am going to get us a room. I'll be right back. Okay?"

"Yeah it's cool. I'll wait here." The voice of Noah is distant and withdrawn.

The large jock steps from the truck and goes inside to register for the room. He specifically asks for a room away from most of the guests. The clerk never questions Dave's motives or even his age as she hands over a card key. Thanking the young clerk he takes the key and heads back out to his truck and the troubled teen that is sitting inside of it.

Once the teens are inside of the room, Dave pulls Noah against him. The tension in the olive skin body was riddled with tight coils. The anger, the fear, the confusion easily read by the pale jock.

"How long Noah? How long has that bastard been abusing you?" Dave questions the trembling body he is holding. "How long has this been going on?"

"This guy? A couple of weeks….How long? My Dad has been gone since I was eight and I'm eighteen now. So you do the math!" Sarcasm laces Noah's voice at the last sentence.

"Ten years? You have been taking this shit for ten years? Why? Why the fuck do you stay?" Dave's voice is laced with anger and horror. "Tell me Noah!"

"Where the fuck else am I going to go?" Noah stares up into the green speckled eyes of his lover. "I HAVE NO WHERE TO GO!"

"Come and stay with me! I have an extra room and my Dad wont care after we explain what is happening at your house." Dave stares back equally as hard at Noah's smoky orbs. He drops his arms from around the olive skin teen.

"I CANT! I CANT LEAVE MY LITTLE SISTER IN THAT HELL HOLE! SHE WONT MAKE IT IF I LEAVE! THEY DON'T MESS WITH HER AS LONG AS I AM THERE!" Noah practically shouts at the taller jock. His hands clenched into tight fists.

"We can talk to my Dad. He is a lawyer and he will know what to do. You BOTH need to be out of that house! Please listen to me!" Dave implores the smaller man in front of him.

"They will take her and put her in a home! It would be worse for her! She would be all alone! At least this way, she has ME! AND I HAVE HER!" Noah's body is rigid showing the caring man that he is not about to back down.

"Where is your sister now Noah?" Dave is concerned for the young girl's safety.

"She stays with our Nana Connie on the weekends. Nana says she needs the help around the house, but I know she knows what is going on at our house. I can take care of myself but Sarah's too little. I usually go and pick her up on Sunday nights. So she is safe while I'm not home on the weekends." There is a softness to Noah's voice when he talks of his grandmother and sister, it suddenly changes when he sees the concern and the possibility of more questions. "We both are FINE! I got it covered dude! Dave just let it go!"

Dave knows that it is useless to argue at this point so he changes the subject.

"So you like the room? I mean it is nice enough right?" Dave looks around the spacious room and all the extras. He tries to smile at the hard yet scared face in front of him.

Noah can tell that Dave is trying to let it go so he does the same. "Yeah. It's even nicer than the ones we stayed at in New York City. I like it."

"I wanted the next couple of days to be special and private for us. We need the time alone, just for each other. I am glad you like it." The smile on Dave's face is genuine this time. He wanted this weekend to be about discovering each other and if what they had could be taken to the next level.

"That sounds so nice. Just time to be alone. I like that." The voice is a murmur, almost lost, as Noah leans into Dave, placing his head under the chin of the pale football player.

He can feel the Jewish boy begin to relax against him. "I have to go out for a while. I shouldn't be gone more than a couple of hours. I brought a book with some pages marked for you to read while I am gone."

"Okay Dave." Noah's response is muffled against the soft fabric of the X-Large shirt. He wants to melt into the body of his savior/rescuer. To let the world disappear around him. Shaking arms slowly reach around Dave's waist. He inhales the scent he has come to need like a drug.

"The book will help explain what the rules are for tomorrow night. Where I am taking you there are rules and the people there will have expectations of our relationship." Dave smiles at the way Noah has finally started to hold on to him. He can feel the warmth of Noah's breath through the cotton fabric of his shirt. He wraps his well muscled arms around Noah's smaller frame pulling him tight against his chest.

"I don't understand….This..what we have is a relationship?" Noah looks up into the hazel green orbs that are open not holding any emotions back.

"Yes, what we have is a relationship. That is part of the reason I brought you with me. Tomorrow night is special in two ways….One our first real date and two we solidify our relationship in front of other people that are like us. That enjoy the same type of relationship that we have and the sexual aspect of it." Dave leans down to kiss the slightly chapped cinnamon lips of his boyfriend. "Now what I want you to do is take a shower while I make a couple of calls. When you get out just wrap a towel around your waist and come out here."

Noah nods his head as he disengages himself from the warm and comforting body in front of him. It is easy to let go with Dave, to let the big guy be in charge. There is a safeness, a protective aura envelopes him when Dave is near by. There is also a soft side to the larger teen, one of compassion and understanding without words being spoken between them. He steps into the shower room to do as Dave instructed him.

Dave makes the first of his two phone calls as he is pulling certain items out of his bag. A set of hand cuffs that are long enough for Noah read the book comfortably without strain and to do something else without any trouble. The next item is a velvet blindfold for Noah. And finally the book, The New Bottoming Book by Easton and Hardy, with sticky notes on the pages Noah is suppose to read.

He slips the handcuffs through the headboard, laying them out on each side of the bed, the book is put in the middle of the handcuffs, while the blindfold is laid on one of the pillows.

After the second phone call is made Noah steps into the room still damp from the shower and with a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. Hazel umber eyes grow wide as he looks at the bed and then to Dave who is ending his last phone call.

"Noah" Dave watches the hesitant steps of the olive skinned jock.

"What are those for?" Noah stops at the foot of the bed pointing at the handcuffs. "I…I cant do this Dave…"

"Tell me what is wrong. What are you afraid of? Noah tell me!' Dave uses his normal voice first before resorting to his commanding one. He doesn't move from where he is standing beside the head of the bed.

"They remind me of…Karl …my mom's ex-boyfriend…of being…..helpless…." The words are mere whispers from the full dark lips. "he is a dirty cop…he would cuff me…my hands behind my back…then he would beat me with his fists to show me who was 'the man of the house'. He would leave me for hours locked in the closet…he told a snitch he knew in the boys prison to make it special for me…so I would remember my place…"

"Noah I could never…" Dave's words are cut off by an outburst from the smaller dark jock.

"Is that what this weekend is about? Teaching me my place?" Noah's voice is full of animosity and fear.

Dave is stunned into silence for a couple of minutes. Everything was making sense to him now. The bullying, the fighting, the hate you could see in his eyes. His boyfriend had never been taught or given love by anyone. .

"Yes and no. I want you to learn that it is okay to let go, to let someone you TRUST take control. You can trust me Noah, completely trust me. I promise Noah that I will be back soon and that you can trust me with your life. I would never hurt you like that Noah. NEVER!" Dave's voice is soothing and comforting in tone. "We can start this off slowly and build up to longer periods of time okay?" He watches Noah's face closely to see what emotions are flashing across the handsome features. Fear, apprehension, and love ripple over the dark face.

"I am scared Dave. Scared of how you make me feel. Scared of trusting you." The dark skinned jock looks at the emerald hazel eyes. He finds nothing but love and understanding in the eyes of his lover. "I am so tired of pretending to be tough, of being a badass. I want to try to just be Noah." He takes the hand that Dave offers to him allowing the larger jock to hold him close for a moment.

"You are Noah to me babe. The gentle side of you is just as much of a turn on as the badass side of you." Dave lifts Noah's chin up making the smaller jock look at him. Noah Puckerman was a true force to be reckoned with, after all he was the only one that came close to being able to beat Dave in a one on one fight.

"I am scared too babe. When I started this I just wanted to fuck you, to be able to control you. I have always liked you but what I feel now is so much more. When I walked in your room and that fucker was….touching/hitting you…all I could think was he is hurting my Noah. I realized at that moment how much I care about you. Do you believe me? Are you willing to try this tonight?"

The Jewish teen kisses Dave quickly before nodding his head in agreement.

"Good. Now drop the towel and sit on the bed, in the middle." The pale jock watches as Noah drops the damp towel on the floor using one hand to try and cover Puckzilla before climbing onto the bed. "Sit Indian style and lean back against the headboard."

Dave watches as Noah's beautifully naked and bruised body sits in the middle of the pillows. He hands Noah's blackberry to the trembling jock. "This is your safe thing, instead of a word, your phone. Tonight for the next two hours you may call me twice while I am out. You are not allowed to call anyone else or answer if anyone other than myself calls you, understand?"

"Yes. Thank you." Noah takes the phone sitting it to the side of the book. He takes a closer look at the title of the book and begins to blush. "So I am the bottom in this…this relationship?" He looks up at Dave with a confused expression. "Since I am the weak one?"

"No. Bottoming means that you are a sub and I am your Dom. But only in this part of our relationship. We are both equals at all other times, unless you are out of control and need to be calmed or restrained only then am I also in total control." Dave reaches for one of the cuffs and one of Noah's hands as he explains. "When we are alone in the privacy of a bedroom or if I feel that you need to be calmed down then I am the one that is in charge no matter what we are doing you must obey me or be punished by me. No one else is allowed to touch you; to physically harm you. NO ONE!"

"Why are you doing this to me? For me? Why do you care so much about me?" Noah watches the first handcuff being placed around his wrist. The cold stainless steel feels strange and he almost pulls his hand away.

"Because you are worth it to me. The possibility of what we are building is worth it to me." The pale jock closes the second cuff with a soft click before leaning down to kiss Noah deeply.

"Until a couple of weeks ago I hated you Dave. For everything you did to Kurt, to the rest of the Gleeks. You stood for everything I used to be and still am." The dark umber hazel eyes search hazel green ones for agreement or denial. "But I always thought of you as the only person that is as tough as me. And now here you are trying to put me back together, to save me. What a fucked up world we live in, huh?"

"Maybe we can change it so it won't be so fucked up for both of us." Dave watches as Noah tests the length of the chain on the cuffs and places his hands over his impressive cock. Watching a shy Noah is something that Dave could do all night. The way the light pink tinges his whole body, the way his movements become soft and subtle when the dark jock is being Noah. Dave's pants become uncomfortably tight as his rather large cock becomes semi hard.

"Maybhmmmf" The word is cut off by Dave's lips capturing his. The kiss is broken after Noah begins to moan and pull at Dave's collar.

"We will have plenty of time to do that when I get back. I'll be back soon." Dave pulls gently away from Noah and walks to the door. He stops and walks over to the small refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water and tosses it on the bed for Noah. He waits until Noah places the bottle next to the blackberry phone and then he opens the door and quickly exit's the room.

Noah reads the book with a look of both fascination and horror. Subs are not allowed to speak unless they are spoken to by their Dom's at the 'meetings'. Subs are not allowed to interact with anyone unless they are given permission. They have 'certain positions' that they must maintain when they are standing still or sitting, both are totally submissive and controlling.

That was the thing that interested Noah the most acutely. The fact that all Subs had to learn to just let go and trust their Dom's implicitly. No questions, no rebuttals, just do as they were told to do. He was suppose to let Dave make all the decisions in that part of their relationship without question, total submission in every aspect.

Most Dom's require their Subs to call them a certain title; Sir, Master, Lord, are among the favorites by male Dominants. Noah thinks for a moment at what Dave could want to be called and settled for Sir. It rolled easily off his tongue when he tried it out loud to the empty room.

He thought back to being restrained with the leather cord, to the way Dave held his throat and arm in the boy's shower room. The desire that flooded through him at the sound of Dave's voice commanding him, was enough to send his hard as steel cock to weeping.

He reads more of the pages Dave marked and finds out that the 'meeting' is actually a claiming/collaring ceremony of sorts. It is meant to allow the Doms to show off their new acquisitions to the other members so that no one else can lay claim to a Sub that has a Master. Anyone unclaimed was open, meaning that anyone could claim him or her and some of the Doms were not that nice in their approaches.

But the more he read the more he understood that in some relationships sex was not involved, not actual consummated sex. Dom's often provided a service to their Subs, there was no relationship involved except for scheduled appointments. Those were rare to make appearances at the 'meetings' though as they were more or less paid or some sort of trade was made for services rendered for their time. It was a business arrangement for both people.

Relationships were different in the BDSM world. It was something that was becoming more acceptable for partners to open themselves up, to allow hidden secrets to come out. The Sub could be open without fear of being abandoned or ridiculed by their Dom, complete trust in each other granted that freedom.

Sex was left up to the couple. If they enjoyed that side of darkness, the other side, then there was also information as to what limits should be placed on the activities. Noah closed the book then, knowing deep inside that Dave would never hurt him physically, not that type of hurt.

Noah lays his head back against the pillows closing his tired eyes. His mind mulls over what he has learned from the book and how Dave reacted to his Mom's latest dumbass lay beating him up. The dark skinned Jew shudders at the thought of 'what if Dave hadn't walked in when he did, what if the bastard had taught him some manners?' Noah was sick of that life of never being able to just me himself. He was never allowed to breathe, to relax, to just be…

He drifts off for a little while.

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Dave drives until he finds "The Castle Lair" the shop/meeting place for a group of select Doms and their subs. It is in an upscale part of town and hidden from most of the outside world in the disguise of a trendy restaurant/novelty shop. Most patrons didn't realize the basement was a club for the dark side of love/sex.

He meets with Bruce who is an older Dom and they talk at length about Noah and what he has gone through. The older man agrees with how Dave is handling the situation and the slow steps he is putting the young Sub through. Trust must be built up before their relationship goes any further is what the older man tells him.

Bruce applauds Dave for giving Noah a safe way out in the hotel room. Letting his Sub have his cell was the right thing to do. He begins to explain to Dave the protocol for the get together the following evening in the basement. After answering Dave's questions and retrieving a bag from under the counter for the pale jock, Bruce hears Dave's cell phone begin to play Wild Horses by The Stones.

Dave excuses himself for a moment to answer the incoming calling, it is from Noah. He looks at the clock on his phone before answering it, Noah made it almost two hours before calling him. The large jock is impressed until he hears the frantic voice on the other line.

"Dave! I need you! Please come back! Don't leave me here! I can't get loose! I couldn't stop them! They hurt me!" Noah's voice is becoming more erratic and so is his labored breathing. "Please help ME!"

"NOAH CALM DOWN! BREATHE FOR ME! IN AND OUT! SLOWLY!" Dave heard the catch in the harsh breathing on the phone, he knew Noah was close to hyperventilating and he wasn't there to help him. "NO ONE CAN HURT YOU! LISTEN TO MY VOICE NOAH! TAKE A DEEP BREATH FOR ME! I AM ON MY WAY BACK!"

Bruce tells Dave quietly to keep Noah talking, to never lose the connection. He grabs his keys, the bag and tells his assistant that he will be back soon. The older gentleman motions for Dave to follow him to his car. The Dom listens to Dave try to control the situation over the phone and feels that Dave will be a strong Dom the more he ages and the relationship will thrive if it survives the initial stages.

The drive back is much faster with Bruce navigating the streets of Columbus. He was familiar with short cuts back to the hotel. Noah had a nightmare which was causing a panic attack from what Bruce could hear and understand. He could hear the switch in Dave's voice from commanding to soothing at different points in the one sided conversation.

"Everything is alright Babe! You had a bad dream and now its over! Talk to me Noah! Tell me what you see around you!" Dave listens to the voice tell him about the room. 'That's right we are staying at the Regency. Remember you took a shower and we talked about you calling me if you needed to make sure you were okay. Did you read the book?"

"Ye-Yeah….I read it. When are you going to be here? I need to…I need you Dave. Please hurry up." Noah's voice was becoming a tiny bit stronger but at the same time the urgency was still there.

"Tell me what you thought about the book." Dave tries to keep it light but wanting to know what Noah felt when he read the marked pages.

"I…You are going to put a dog collar on me? Is that what the ceremony is for? To show that I belong…to you?" Noah asked in a voice full of indignation and shock. "That you own me?"

"You belong to me Noah and it is not a dog collar. It is a BDSM collar. You will wear it only for me." The voice is commanding but soothing at the same time. Dave felt that Noah needs to feel that he belonged to someone, that someone cared enough to claim him. "And I have a surprise for you when I get there."

"TELL ME WHAT IT IS!" Noah asks almost like a five year old would ask about a birthday present. "Please hurry up! Dave!"

"We are almost there. You will see in a couple more minutes. We can see the Regency sign from here." Dave smiles at the tone of Noah's voice and the anticipation in his voice but the smile fades as he hears the panic take over the once smooth sexy voice.

"WE? Who the fuck else is there/coming?" The fear settling in once again in the Jewish teen. The emotional roller coaster ride begins again. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DAVE?

"Bruce is the guy I went to meet with babe. He is a respected Dom and I wanted to ask him some questions and pick up your surprise. You had this panic attack and Bruce offered to drive me back to the hotel because he could get me here quicker. That's all Noah. There is nothing else going on here. Okay?" Dave explains fully before the situation gets out of hand with Noah. He knows that there is a thin line that they are both walking at the moment. Master and servant. Lover and friend. Both are strong forces for each man.

"Yes Sir." Noah lets the controlling power that Dave exudes in his voice and his words take over. He responds without really thinking about it. The word Sir slipping out without conscious thought.

Dave smiles briefly at the endearment so to speak, it meant that Noah actually read the book. Maybe…Just maybe….

"I want you to use a pillow to cover up with, we are walking to the room now." Dave steps out of the car and walks into the hallway of the complex. He hears Noah move around, the clinking of the chain giving away his movements. "Bruce is going to come inside with me, I don't want you to be frightened of him."

Bruce follows Dave with the bag and is silent except for his breath in the cool night air. Watching a young couple start out is always a drama in itself, but a good drama none the less. He wants to meet this Sub, to find out exactly how damaged the young man is before telling Dave if he is actually doing the right thing or not.

Noah mumbles a yes before hearing the key card slide through the reader. The click of the lock seemed to echo in the quiet room. Dropping the cell phone onto the bed, the dark hands gripped the white pillow that was now laying across his tanned legs. Eyelids flutter shut as he says a silent prayer that he was right in trusting Dave. He jumps when he hears the door open completely his arms jerking against the restraining cuffs.

"Noah we are coming in now." Dave warns his lover before entering the room with Bruce following him.

Noah's tear stained face is what greets the two men as they walk in. They watch as smokey hazel eyes totally check out the stranger in the room. The dark face is set in a hard line as it looks from his boyfriend to the flashback from Easy Rider. From the top of his graying blond hair that crowned his head to the Harley Davidson boots that adorned his feet. He is in his late forties, graying around the edges of his long hair, tall like Dave but skinny.

"Like what you see?" Noah's tone is sarcastic and laced with contempt aimed at the older man.

"NOAH! APOLOGIZE TO BRUCE! NOW!" Dave yells at the dark naked jock on the bed.

The tone of voice snaps Noah into action. "Yes Sir! Sorry Bruce." He casts his umber eyes downward, his fingers picking imaginary lint from the pillowcase.

"Thank you Noah. I just wanted to make sure you are okay, I'm not staying, unless you want to talk about what happened earlier. But it's up to you." Bruce looks at the submissive teenager/young man hoping that he would agree to talk about it.

"Bruce only wants to help us get through the rough stuff of our relationship. He has been really helpful to me. You want to give it a try?" Dave walks over to Noah and gently strokes the dark stripe of hair in a soothing gesture.

"I…You are the only person that knows what has happened to me. It hurts to talk about it Dave. Feels like someone is pressing on my chest and I can't breath." Noah leans into the soft touch of his Dom boyfriend.

"Just try babe. I am right here." Dave sits beside Noah on the soft bed, pulling the naked body against his clothed one.

"Don't push him Dave. Noah if you don't want to talk about it then we can save that discussion for another time." Bruce looks at both young men with sympathetic eyes.

"I just…So much bad shit has happened in my life and then Dave came along. It's so easy with him. He is in control, not me. I don't have to wear the tough guy Puck mask with him. When he tells me what to do; the rest of the noise, the world, just vanishes." Noah looks at Bruce, fresh tears hanging from the dark smoky lashes. "Do you understand? Cause I don't."

"Yeah kid I do and soon you will too. It is easier when someone else makes the choices for you and in the long run you will see it change your life for the better. You will start making better choices with Dave's help. It does get better Noah. It just takes time and someone that cares enough to help you through it." Bruce smiles gently at Noah. "I guess I better go. Just call me in the morning Dave and I will give you a ride back to your truck."

"It's okay. Noah and I will just take a cab and pick it up in the morning. I plan on us having a late breakfast in the morning." Dave holds the darker hand tighter with his pale one.

"Uh…Thanks man. And I am really sorry for being a dick earlier." Noah offers a olive branch to the older gentleman.

"It's good Noah. You talk to Dave first, open up to him and then when you're ready you can talk to me." Bruce offers his hand to Noah and watches as the tanned jock looks at Dave for permission. The slight nod is all it takes for Noah to take the larger pale hand in his own in a firm handshake. "Call me tomorrow Dave. Good night guys."

As Bruce walks to the door and exit's the room, both boys offer their goodbyes to the graying older man. They watch as the door closes before Dave pulls the smaller jock onto his lap, holding him against his chest.

"I'm sorry Dave. I just freaked out after waking up from a nightmare. Are you going to punish me Sir?" Noah's voice is small and submissive in tone.

"I should for the way you treated Bruce when he first walked in the room. But I know that you were having a panic attack from a nightmare." Dave strokes the smooth dark back, his pale hand a startling contrast against it. He reaches for each one of Noah's hands, releasing the cuffs. "You ARE going to tell me about it. I want to know what or who terrified you."