Page 14 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)
Chapter thirteen
BDS&M
Fletcher
“Spill the tea, Tommy,” Simon says as soon as he answers the phone.
“Good evening, Mr. Crenshaw,” I respond drily. “How are you this fine day? I’m doing well, thank you so much for asking.”
He gives an impatient huff. “Quit being a smartass and tell me about his ass. I want to hear all about our young pupil. Did you teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget? Do you need me to ‘re-bauch’ any of your debauchery?”
“I have the depravity under control.” I snort.
“Excellent,” he purrs in my ear. “And how is subspace exploration?”
“He’s seen reaches of space that even the Hubble Telescope hasn’t viewed yet.” James T. Kirk would be proud.
Simon hums in approval. “An ‘A’ for both student and teacher. Is there anything I can do to assist you in the classroom, Professor?”
“As a matter of fact, there is.” I’d been hoping to ask for my mentor’s help. “You like football, right?”
He makes a gagging sound. “ What -ball?”
“Come on, Si. You must enjoy a good football game.” He’s sacked more than one quarterback that I know of.
“I enjoy a good football player , Tommy. Particularly a tight-end,“ he notes. “I like fumbling their balls.”
“Then how would you feel about spending Sunday afternoon in a pile of football players? My young sub and his father included.” That should get his attention.
Simon gasps. “I get to meet the Most Valuable Penis? And you’re introducing me to his father? Should I start writing my best man’s speech?”
I give an involuntary shudder. “Careful, or I won’t introduce you to Josiah. He’s a receiver on the team—and we both know you prefer throwing to catching. Such a handsome young man and he pings my gaydar. You could score, if you play your game right.”
“Mmm… Is it Christmas already?” he purrs.
“Only if you’ve been a good boy,” I snicker.
He snorts into the phone. “I’ve never been anyone’s boy , good or otherwise.”
“Then it’s time that you meet a very good boy—the definition itself.” Honestly, JR’s photo should be in the dictionary. “Thankfully, I know just where to find him. Have you ever been to Roscoe’s Bar and Grill?”
“Perhaps,” he says. “Do they serve a good Cabernet Sauvignon?”
“No, but they make an incredible bacon double cheeseburger,” I tell him.
“Why didn’t you say so? I can’t resist a tasty beefcake—or two.” Simon gives a naughty laugh. “Now tell me more about Josiah and his delicious teammates...”
The following Sunday…
“Professor, what are you doing here?” JR yelps, jumping to his feet.
Not the response I’d been hoping for. “Hello, Bennett. I thought I would drop by to see who’s playing today. Hello, George. Boys.” I nod at the men surrounding the table.
“I’m so glad you came,” my sub says, pulling out a chair for me. “Can I get you a beer? A burger?”
That’s more like it. “Thank you, but first I’d like to introduce you to my dear friend, Simon Crenshaw. Si, this is my student, George Bennett Jr.”
JR’s head jerks toward Simon, his eyes widening. “Oh. It’s nice to meet you. Um… Professor Fletcher has told me… about you.”
The dom’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. “As he’s told me about you.”
“Um...” The football player’s throat bobs as he swallows. “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?”
Simon’s eyes travel slowly over JR’s body, as if he’s perusing the menu. “I hear Roscoe’s makes a fabulous bacon double cheeseburger.”
“The best!” Bennett Senior jumps in, standing up with his hand outstretched. “George Senior—you’ve met my boy, Junior. So, you’re a friend of Tom’s?”
“Like family,” the businessman says. He shakes SR’s hand, then takes a seat next to him, settling in for conversation.
JR turns back to me, his cheeks blushing a soft shade of pink. “What can I order for you, Sir?”
“Thank you for asking,” I say in a low rumble, “but you don’t have to serve me, you know.”
“I don’t mind. I kind of like it.” The blond’s blush deepens from pink to rosy red.
“That’s very kind of you, Bennett. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.” I brush my hand against his, and his eyes widen, looking pleased. “I’ll have what Simon’s having.”
As my sub delivers our order, I find an open chair at the table. “So, who are we backing today?”
“Patriots,” comes the loud, unanimous response.
An hour (and a few cheeseburgers) later…
“Tell me about yourself, JR.” Simon rests his chin in his hand, gazing at the enormous blond with half-lidded eyes.
JR looks at me before answering, “I’m a student at Spartacus University, majoring in Biochemistry. Professor Fletcher is my Molecular Biology teacher.”
“So I’ve heard.” The dom glides a finger around the edge of his glass. “What draws a big strong man such as yourself to the field of science?”
“Oh, it’s fascinating! I’m especially interested in the study of epigenetics and how it affects gene expression. My thesis—,” he cuts himself off, darting his eyes toward his father.
“My boy’s a big football star, Simon,” Bennett Senior brags to his new friend. “He’s got a real future in the NFL. He’ll have his choice of teams.”
I tip my chin in agreement. “JR has many choices available to him. He has many gifts.”
As a pair of Golden Gladiators stroll up to the table, my best friend loses his train of thought. “Well, hello there. Which one of you muscular men is Josiah? Either... both?” He eyes the athletes, licking his lips.
“I’m, uh, Tyrell.” The linebacker looks at him warily, holding out his hand for a shake. When Simon caresses it, the football player pulls it quickly away. “Uh... this is the team’s quarterback, Blake.”
Blake stuffs his hands into his pockets, giving Simon a nervous nod. “So, are the Pats holding down the fort, SR?”
“We’re up 12-0, QB-Doo.” George Senior passes a beer to each of the college students, receiving fist bumps in return.
“As I was saying, Simon.” I clear my throat, dragging my friend’s attention back to the sub ject at hand. “Bennett is multi-talented. He stands head and shoulders over the other students in my class, both literally and figuratively.”
JR blushes, leaning a little closer to me. “Thanks, Professor. Oh, that reminds me—Guess what, everyone? Professor Fletcher invited me to the International Conference on Genomics and Molecular Biology next month! How cool is that? I can’t wait for Dr. Dougherty’s lecture on epigenetic modification.” He grins at his teammates, his eyes bright and eager.
The football players stare back at him blankly.
SR coughs in the awkward silence. “So, what do you do, Simon?”
“I’m the master of many fields, George.” The businessman turns to face Bennett Senior. “Besides marketing, my company does design and consulting. No matter what kind of business you’re in, we’ll help you dominate.”
“You don’t say?” SR raises his eyebrows. “Do you know any software developers? Anyone who could design an app?”
Simon reaches into a pocket and pulls out a card. “I have just the man for you. He’s good at both front and back-end work.” His mouth twitches as he hands him the business card.
SR reads it aloud, “BDS Marketing: for all your B randing, D esign, S ales, and M arketing needs. Fantastic! The place I work for could use your help.”
“BDS&M will whip your business into shape. We even have t-shirts that say so.” His eyes sparkle with wicked glee.
“Excuse me, sir. Does your company need any interns this summer?” A dark-haired young man steps up to the table. He’s startlingly handsome—despite his plain clothing and strange haircut—his eyes an unusual shade of soft gray. “I’m hoping to stay in Hannah Harbor over the break, if I can find an internship.”
Simon gazes up and down his toned runner’s body. “I can always use a few good men at BDS&M. Your name is..?”
“Josiah, sir.”
I turn to my best friend with a smug smile. Touchdown.
A few hours later…
“What did you think of Roscoe’s?” I glance toward my friend in the passenger seat as I drive Simon to his condo.
“Mmm… their burgers are almost as delicious as the men they feed them to.” He pats his trim stomach. “Speaking of tasty, you were right about Josiah. I’d like to throw him a deep pass.”
Snort . “Will he be interning with you this summer?”
“In-and-out-terning, if I have my way.” He bobs his eyebrows up and down.
“I’m sure you’ll teach him all there is to know about BDS&M.” And then some.
Simon places a hand over his heart. “It’s my mission in life to teach young men how to give—I mean, get —a... head.”
“You, sir, are a true humanitarian. Tell me your thoughts on Bennett Junior.” I’m dying to hear his impression of my sub-in-training.
“Tommy, they should write poetry about him,” he says, gripping my arm. “They should paint murals.”
“So, he’s Michelangelo-worthy?” I ask.
“You tell me. He must be a masterpiece naked.” He closes his eyes, breathing out a worshipful sigh.
I picture JR sprawled bare across my leather chaise. “Like The Creation of Adam in the Sistine Chapel. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord.”
Simon’s eyes pop open. “The coming , you say? With a cock his size, that must be a glory to behold. Tell me, do the heavens rain down?”
“He’s the reason Noah built the ark.” I smirk.
“Well, you won’t find two of him.” The businessman shakes his head in wonder. “And the way he looks at you? If there were any more hearts in his eyes, he’d be an emoji.”
“I told you he was a good boy.” My smirk widens.
“If your good boy wagged his tail any harder at you, he’d piddle on the floor,” he laughs.
“He does tend to leave a wet spot,” I chuckle as we pull up in front of his condo. “Thanks so much for coming today, Si. Your opinion means the world to me.”
My best friend reaches over and squeezes my hand. “If it’s my blessing you were looking for, you have it. JR is a beautiful man—inside and out. I’m sure he’ll make a fine scientist someday, if you can dim the football-shaped stars in his father’s eyes.”
“Perhaps you can strategize with me on that problem, Mr. Crenshaw? Target the market, as it were.” I narrow my eyes at him as an idea takes shape. “With your help, both of the Bennett men may submit to my will.”
Simon’s eyes light up at the challenge. “It would be my pleasure, Dr. Fletcher. You know what we say at BDS&M... ‘We’ll help you dominate’ .”
Perfect. After all, who couldn’t use a little help from BDS&M?