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  ONYX

  A PHAZE FETISH HEATSHEET BY

  MYCHAEL BLACK AND SHAYNE CARMICHAEL

  Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  eBook ISBN 1-59426-520-8

  Onyx © 2006 byMychael Black and Shayne Carmichael

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  Cover art © 2006 by Kathryn Lively

  Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

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  Also by Mychael Black and Shayne Carmichael

  The Power of Two Kitten The Cowboy and the Thief (coming 2007)

  "Can I get you something to drink, sir?" Ian pulled his gaze away from the swelling crowd and looked at the bartender. For a moment, he mused that the young man looked just a bit tooyoung to be in Onyx. "Water, please." Without so much as a blink, the bartender reached into one of the coolers and got out a bottle of water. Ian handed him the money and took the water, twisting it open as he waved away the offered change. Then he turned his attention back to the crowd.

  For a Wednesday night, Onyx was surprisingly busy. As one of DC's newest up-and-coming clubs, it was proving to live up to the dream David Torin had so many years ago. The man had a streak of pride ten miles wide, but Ian couldn't quite blame him. He'd be just as proud if Onyx had been his dream.

  As it was, he was one of the original members, and definitely one of the first Doms. With Onyx catering to some of the city's finest fetish and BDSM enthusiasts, there was always a good crop of men to choose from. Women, too, if that was your thing. "Ian! Glad you could make it tonight." "Evening, David." Ian shook David's outstretched hand and smiled.

  "I'm surprised to see so many people here tonight. What's going on?" David leaned close, as if to whisper conspiratorially. "One of the crowd favorites is back on the circuit," he said. "Name's Kale Daniels. He was in a trial contract with Mark, but they just didn't mesh well together. So, Kale's back to playing the club's favorite volunteer sub for public shows."

  "Really?" Ian took a drink of water, eyes scanning the crowd for this Kale Daniels. After taking a much-needed vacation from the scene, Ian had completely missed anyone by the name of Kale Daniels, and he surely would have remembered a new sub. "Okay. I give up. Where is he?"

  "Up there." David grinned and pointed to the stage just as the spotlights lit up a figure in the middle. Ian nearly dropped his water.

  "Interesting." That was about as eloquent as he could get at that moment.

  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." The lights dimmed and the crowd returned to chattering and petting. Twenty minutes later, the sea of bodies parted slowly as the star sub made his way through the crowd. He smiled and nodded as many clapped him on his now-leather-covered shoulders. Despite the thin cane in his right hand, Kale carried himself well for someone who'd been whipped.

  Ian made no move to join the throng around the sub. Instead, he relaxed in his chair, occasionally glancing around the room at the others. When one of the waiters approached him with a tray of drinks, Ian waved him away. David motioned to him and he stood slowly, saying nothing as David moved towards Kale.

  "Kale!" David reached out and took the sub's hand. "Ian, meet Kale Daniels. Kale, this is Ian Vaughn. Ian is one of our Masters, returned after some time away." David placed Kale's hand in Ian's. "Thank you, Sir." Kale smiled. "It's a pleasure, Sir," he said to Ian. Eyeing the young sub, Ian found it slightly disconcerting when Kale's eyes didn't quite center o
n him. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Kale."

  "How about you two get acquainted while I go mingle?" David gave Ian a quick wink and left before Ian could say a word.

  Ian shook his head at such an obvious ploy and released Kale's hand. "I suppose that means you should come sit with me unless you would prefer to be elsewhere, Kale."

  "Thank you, Sir. I'd be honored to." Shifting his cane to his left hand, sliding the small leather loop over his wrist, Kale extended his right hand. "Please?"

  After a moment of surprise, realization sunk in and Ian reached for Kale's hand, drawing the sub with him towards the chair he'd just vacated. "David tells me you're back playing the circuit." Ian spoke in no more than a conversational gambit as he helped Kale to the chair beside his own.

  Smiling, Kale settled into the chair, pulling his cane out of the way. "Yes, Sir. Things didn't work out between me and my former Master. I told Master David that I'd like to play for a time as a public submissive." He turned toward Ian. "And you?"

  "I simply watch the circuit for the most part. Please call me Ian, Kale. No reason for formality between us." Ian preferred the more casual approach rather than any given particular rule.

  "Yes, S—Ian." Kale laughed softly. "Habit, I think. Most prefer 'Sir' or 'Master.'" Biting at his lip, he looked down at his lap. "So, um, did you catch the show?"

  "I prefer the right to say either be earned, Kale." If anything, Ian tended towards the picky side on that. "Yes, I did see the show. I must say, you do perform beautifully."

  Kale looked up and blushed as he smiled. "Thank you. I hope that one day I'll find the right Master. As you've no doubt guessed, I have a few minor differences from the rest of the subs here."

  "Not noticeable unless one really looks, Kale." Smiling, Ian studied the sub. Somehow he doubted it mattered to many, but it would require a special desire to work with the blind sub that not many would possess.

  "Most of the Masters here know and a few of the subs do as well." Kale shrugged. "I've had people outside of the club ask me how it feels, but the truth is: I don't know. I don't have a basis for comparison."

  "Since you have access to things they don't, perhaps you can tell ask them how it feels not to be able to have as keen an ability as you do to feel sensations." Ian realized Kale would have far more sensitive senses to make up for the lack of sight. "I've never thought about it, but in our world it would certainly give one a hell of a lot."

  Kale grinned. "It's unreal, Ian," he said, his face lighting up as he leaned toward Ian. "Every touch is sharp, strong. Pain and pleasure blend seamlessly. Leather? Satin? Velvet? The richest materials are like Heaven to me."

  Ian had to resist the urge to reach out and touch the sub. Kale's mood was near infectious. "I would think it would be so for you, Kale."

  Instead, he contented himself with reaching for his bottle of water and taking a swallow. "It would give your Master a chance to see things as you do. That would be something I would envy."

  Tipping his head slightly, Kale asked, "Can I see you? I'd love to know what you look like. If you don't wish for me to, I understand. Some people find it…odd, to have someone touch their face."

  Ian didn't have a self-conscious bone in his body, which was why he was so at ease with Kale. "Certainly, if you wish to." Turning in his seat, he leaned towards Kale as he reached for the sub's hands, then drew them to his face."I don't find any of this one bit odd at all."

  Kale remained silent for a moment as he cupped Ian's face in both hands. The smile on his lips was peaceful but curious. His fingers were soft and he traced the line of Ian's jaw, learning the shape of Ian's face.

  "Very masculine," he said. "Very nice. What do your eyes look like? I can picture them in my mind if you can associate the color with a smell or a taste. I know that sounds bizarre, but it works."

  Kale's comment surprised a laugh from Ian. "My eyes are about the same shade as a chocolate bar, Kale. A rather ordinary brown I would say. Nobody has ever said, but then nobody has ever complained either. As for the rest, my hair is longish since I like it that way, a darker shade than my eyes." Patiently, Ian let Kale explore his face, keeping still for him.

  "Mm," Kale hummed. "I like chocolate." He slid his fingers back through Ian's hair and exhaled in a quiet sound. "So rich…soft." Kale touched a finger to the top of Ian's nose and slid it down slowly. Then he slid his fingers over Ian's lips and smiled slowly. "Your lips… I bet you're an excellent kisser."

  Ian's head tilted slightly into the touch as he watched Kale. He could easily see the spark of interest in the sub's expression; it matched his own. To say Kale was an unusual creature would be a very mild understatement. Ian could already see that. "You would have to ask somebody who has kissed me to get the answer to that."

  "Lucky them," Kale said quietly. He smiled and placed a lingering touch on Ian's lips before sitting back, cane in hand once more. "Thank you, Ian. You are an exceptionally handsome man."

  "Thank you for the compliment, particularly since it is based on more than a momentary glance. Will you be working with Alan again soon?"

  "I work with whoever wants me," Kale said. "Most are staged scenes like the one with Alan; others are private, usually when a Master wants a session without contract or when he wishes his sub to be with another."

  "Then you would be open to a session with me?" Not one to dither when he'd made up his mind, Ian was blunt in his question. "I would love to." "What would be your rules, Kale? I prefer a private session personally since I rarely demonstrate in public anymore, but then I leave that up to your comfort level."

  "Private is perfectly fine with me. As for limits: no dead people, no one under eighteen, no blood, no bodily excrements, no animals, and safe sex. Other than that, I'm open."

  "Then you are open to what I would most like to do to you. Very good. And I don't work with animals or children, don't know any dead people, and I'm certainly not going to ask why you even included that." Ian could only imagine, and he really didn't even want to.

  Kale laughed. "I've met some…interesting people in places like this. Usually they think they can pull the wool over my eyes, so to speak. They forget I'm blind and not stupid. I'm ready whenever you are. Is there any particular way you'd like for me to address you?"

  "Wouldn't you prefer a rest from your last session, Kale?" Ian thought Kale probably could use one. "When we are in session, you can call me Sir. Outside of that, I prefer you to use my first name." "I can go all night if need be," Kale said with a smile. "I'm at your

  command." "I think a short session will suffice for the time being. My private

  room is upstairs." As he stood, he held his arm out for Kale to take. Kale reached out, touched Ian's arm, and slipped his hand around it.

  "Thank you." Laying his other hand over Kale's, Ian led him towards the stairs, then up the steps. "Do you prefer to be told what is going to happen to you, Kale? Or do you enjoy the element of surprise?"

  Kale's cane went first, feeling out each step. "Oh, surprise, definitely," he chuckled.

  "Anticipationcan be heightened either way." Ian's smile was evident in his tone while he helped Kale negotiate the steps. At the top of the stairs, he drewthe sub towards the end of the hall. Once the door opened, he stepped inside the room with Kale and shut the door behind them.

  Kale waited patiently, chewing at his bottom lip. "May I ask what the room looks like?" he asked quietly.

  "About five feet ahead of you is my work table. It's padded for your comfort, has stirrups to allow me more proper examinations of my toys and it is about waist high to you. There's also a couch and chairs to the left for relaxing since I enjoy in-depth discussions afterwards." Kale shivered and smiled. "What do you wish of me, Sir?" "If at any time, you want the session ended or object to anything, the safe word is red. Easy to remember and not likely to be said by mistake." With a gentle hand, Ian guided Kale to the table. Taking the cane from him, he laid Kale's hand on the table so he could feel where
it was. Like a switch, Ian's tone took on a subtle command and his gaze swept over Kale. "Undress and hand me your clothes."

  "Yes, Sir." Kale shrugged off the leather vest and handed it to Ian before unfastening his pants. Giving them to Ian, he felt around for the table and rested his hand on it, smoothing it over the cool leather padding.

  The graceful gesture and motion of Kale undressing told Ian the sub's experience level, and not a trace of nervousness or hesitation marred the actions. After placing the clothing on one of the benches near the wall, Ian returned and took Kale's hand, drawing him to the end of the table. "Sit on the edge, then slide back."

  Kale jumped up on the end of the table and shimmied back until the backs of his knees touched it. He remained upright, hands resting on the tabletop on either side of him, fingers absently stroking the surface.

  "Raise your legs straight out so I can slide the extension under your legs, Kale." When Kale lifted his legs, Ian pulled out the extra piece, and his other hand moved to Kale's shoulder, gently pushing him to lie down.

  Shifting slightly to get comfortable, Kale finally stilled, body straight but relaxed. "Is this good, Sir?"

  "Very good, Kale." Without saying a further word, Ian began to ready the work tray at the head of the table. Knowing the sound of his movements would leave Kale wondering and increase the anticipation, Ian took his time selecting the implements of his trade. The canvas of the submissive's body intrigued Ian to no end, and the chance to test and observe the reaction's of one like Kale excited many possibilities.

  Kale's eyes closed and his breathing slowed. His body relaxed further as a peaceful look descended over his face. "First I will be using fur and a flogger on you." Slipping a furred glove onto his left hand, Ian picked up his flogger. Sensitizing Kale's skin was his first priority, and Ian turned to Kale with that intent. Slowly, he ran the glove over Kale's skin, starting in the region of his chest, smoothing over the contours with the velvety softness.

  Kale didn't move, though he did smile. "Do you wish me to talk or remain silent, Sir?" When Ian's hand reached his stomach, a soft moan escaped Kale's lips.