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they need to know what flips my switch?
    Jason and I didn't talk much over dinner. He was shy, something I like in my subs, so I didn't encourage much chatter. I kept trying to gauge how far he wanted me to go.
    From what I could tell he was getting into the sub role in a big way. Made me wonder what was in his past to make him so eager to please. Was it just sex? Even if it was, we were going to have fun tonight. After I paid the check we made our way through the other after-dinner crowd that strolled under the phony cheer strung between spindly palms.
    "Still buying that drink?" I asked after I unlocked the Toyota's doors. Wondering if he was going to back out of the coming game, or whether he wanted it as badly as I did.
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    He nodded and without another word I put the truck in gear and headed west. The Vault's parking lot was packed.
    The stuffy interior was wall-to-wall leather, rubber and denim.
    The brass beat of something hard and grinding thrummed through my boots. Beside me, Jason listened intently. I touched his arm and pointed toward the far corner. We found a spot in a pool of shadow and I leaned down to speak in his ear.
    "Get us a couple of Mexicalis."
    He vanished into the crowd and returned minutes later with two ice-cold bottles of beer. I took mine with a brisk nod and upended it. When I caught him looking sideways at me I shouted. "Don't worry. You're driving."
    "I am?"
    I didn't answer him. If he wanted to play sub then he'd take the orders I gave without question. In the beginning there was always the game of seeing whether they were willing to go as far as they promised. Would they back out at the last minute? I thought this one might go the distance. I had two more beers and a couple of shooters of tequila while he sipped his single beer through to last call. When the lights flashed I took his arm and led him toward the front door, passing a trio of leather-clad Doms I knew from previous visits. They eyed Jason with appreciation. I made sure by my possessive hold on his arm that they knew he was taken property and no one did more than look. The older of the three, a gray-haired bear grinned, displaying a gold grill and grabbed his crotch as we passed.
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    Then we were outside and I cleared my lungs of the stench of stale hops and poppers that always hung over those places. Jason seemed relieved to be outside, too. I tossed him my keys, he caught them underhanded and watched me approach.
    "Where to?"
    "My place. I'll give you directions."
    "Goleta, huh?"
    He remembered. I nodded.
    "I've never been."
    "Not much to look at. It's home."
    Home was a tiny Spanish-tile stucco-sided bungalow tucked at the end of a dead end street on the north edge of town. My two nearest neighbors were shift workers at a nearby hospital and it was rare for them both to be home. It was quiet. Just the way I liked it.
    I led Jason into the front room and pointed at a stool beside my butcher-block bar. I pulled a pair of Mexicalis out of the bar fridge and set one in front of him. He opened it and swung around to study my living room. It was small, like the rest of the house, small and sparse. I don't go for decorating much. I missed that part of the fabled gay gene. The focus of the room was a forty-two inch plasma TV and Blu-Ray system. Over the four years since the abrupt meltdown of my marriage, I had rebuilt and added to my movie collection. I mostly have old classics, a few hokey, old-style horror and sci-fi flicks like the original The Day the Earth Stood Still and Forbidden Planet. I stepped up behind him. He tensed briefly 60

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    then relaxed again. I wanted to pull him into my arms and taste him. I resisted the urge. For now.
    I waved my beer at the collection lining one whole wall.
    "Want to watch something?"
    Along with Hollywood classics I had a pretty hefty collection of porn. Mostly bondage stuff. Covers