"Hello?"

"Ange, hi"

"Oh my God, Timmy, is that you?"

"Xander bought me a new phone. There was no need to keep the old number."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

Tim felt a dip in his chest at Ange's less than enthusiastic response. Why would a new phone be such a big deal?

He could tell she'd covered her phone and was talking to someone, though he couldn't hear the words, and when she came back her voice was suspiciously bright.

"So, Timmy, it's been forever since we saw you. Why don't we catch a movie or something?"

It hadn't been forever. Only a bit longer than a full week, though it was true Tim had been pretty busy and hadn't found time to do more than send a quick message about moving in with Xander. He felt the tightness of guilt wrapping him.

"Okay. I just have to ask."

"You have to ask?"

Tim didn't respond. Ange had read all those websites with him, she knew as well as anyone that he'd have to ask. He walked a little funny, slightly sore from the wake up he'd had earlier, into the kitchen where Xander was sat at the breakfast bar scrolling news on his phone.

"Morning Angel."

Xander pulled him in, wrapping arms and legs around him, still balanced on the stool, like a giant koala, and planting an unexpectedly childish wet kiss on his cheek.

"Morning, Sir," Tim panted out, returning the kiss. "Do we have plans for today? I'd like to meet up with my friends."

"Which ones?" Xander tensed and Tim felt his stomach plummet.

"Er, Ange and Scotty?"

"Of course you can, Angel."

"Oh. Okay."

Tim extricated himself from Xander's arms, bringing the phone back up to his ear.

"It's-,"

"Yeah, I heard. So you'll meet us at the coffee shop on La Guardia?"

"Sure. An hour?"

"See you then."

Ange hung up without saying anything else, and Tim felt a harsh sense of breathlessness.

He didn't say anything to Xander, disappearing back into the bedroom to pick out some clothes. It was all stuff Xander had bought him. He'd not been back to the old apartment for his things, and he probably wouldn't. He'd already brought the most important possessions the night Xander and his friend had saved him and the rest could burn as far as he was concerned. So he pulled on blue jeans and a slim fit tee and his new favorite Chucks.

"What's your second favorite color, Angel?"

"Uh...dunno. Green, maybe. Or rainbow. Haven't thought about it too much. You don't like the blue?"

"I happen to love it, but it's a little restrictive. I'm meeting a friend, probably buy you something."

"You don't have to."

"I know that Angel, I just might want to."

Xander leaned against the doorway, bathed in morning sunlight, perfectly and impossibly handsome.

"When I get back, maybe we could do some more...training?" Tim mused, pushing his battered wallet into his back pocket.

After the enema, Xander had said he didn't want to rush things, even though Tim was certain he was going to be extremely into everything Xander wanted. So in the days since then, everything they'd done had been what Tim would categorize as totally normal. Xander liked to fuck, and hard, for sure, but it had been all deep kisses and face to face. Boyfriend stuff.

Tim liked it, a lot. He'd never had anyone who wanted to give him that kind of attention, and sometimes the way Xander looked at him made his throat close with how overwhelming it was. But good. Really good.

And, sure, Tim would have been happy with that if they'd got together as regular boyfriends. He wasn't unreasonable. Xander was gorgeous, and generous, and very, if unexpectedly, sweet. If he hadn't been made aware of this other world, that he found himself increasingly interested in, that would have been enough. He knew Xander had a huge case in his wardrobe, because he'd referenced it a few times, saying the toys would come out to play when Tim was ready. Well, Tim was ready, but he knew this was something he had to defer to Xander on.

But he could ask.

"What do you want?" Xander asked, linking their hands as he locked the apartment door.

"I choose?"

"At this stage, yes. I chose the enema. You get to let me know what you're comfortable with next."

"What if I don't want to though?"

"Giving me control?" Xander's voice went very low, almost growly, and Tim let out an involuntary yelp, flushing bright.

"Yes, Sir," he managed.

"Okay, I want to electrocute you."

"What?"

"It was on your list." Xander was holding in a laugh, but Tim remembered it had been one of the things he'd put on his soft limits, so now he didn't know if Xander was joking or not.

"I- I don't know, Sir."

"Sounds scary, huh? Think of it like sensation play. Remember, I'm not here to hurt you. Anyway, you don't have to tell me now. Where are we walking to?"

"I'm meeting them in the coffee shop near school."

"This is the girl who helped you?"

"Yes, and my best friend."

"I'd like to meet them, if I may?"

The idea that Xander wanted to meet his friends made Tim happy, but nervous. Ange hadn't seemed to be in the best of moods earlier, and she could be sharp when she was like that. And Tim didn't think Xander was likely to stand for attitude.

By the time they'd caught the train, Tim was late, which wasn't going to improve Ange's mood, even if she was used to it, but he tried to fake some confidence, helped by the firm grip of Xander's hand in his.

Ange rushed over as soon as she saw him, her face tight but smiling.

"Timmy!" she exclaimed, pulling him into a hug and practically yanking him away from Xander. "You're okay?"

"Of course I am."

She sounded genuinely concerned, and the look she shot at Xander was beyond pissed.

"Ange, what the heck is going on here?" Tim grabbed at her sleeve because her attention was a long way from him.

"You often get violent?" she said instead, with a sneer.

"What? No," Xander responded, confused.

"Ange," Tim whispered, trying to pull her away, "what are you talking about?"

She finally let herself be moved, taking Tim's shoulders between her hands.

"You know he punched Simon? Were you there?"

"Huh? He didn't." Tim didn't think he had, anyway. They hadn't discussed it, but Tim was pretty sure that had been Xander's friend. Not that he'd have cared either way.

"Simon told us, Timmy. He was really hurt."

"No he wasn't. His nose wasn't even broken."

"So you did know?" Ange suddenly sounded a lot more shrewd.

"Simon was telling tales? Did he say why it happened?"

"No. We went round because we only got that really short message saying you were moving, and then we didn't hear from you again."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's because I got my new phone, and then things were a little crazy, settling in. I feel bad that it took me so long to get in touch."

"Don't you think it's too soon? I know he's into all that kinky control stuff. Did he make you move in?"

Tim turned back to watch Xander, who was currently engaged in not staring Scotty down, even though Scotty – almost as non-threatening as Tim – clearly hadn't got the memo.

"Listen, Ange, Simon's a dick. Xander did come round and offered me a place to stay because Simon was threatening me about the bills."

He didn't want to give Ange the details. Not because she'd judge what he'd been doing, but because she'd probably murder Simon, and then she'd feel bad for not helping him, because her parents were loaded, and she would have tried, even if Tim wouldn't have accepted it. The situation was enough of a mess as it was, so he didn't need guilt taking up residence too. Besides, he was never seeing Simon again, thankfully.

"It is pretty fast isn't it?"

She nodded, eyes sad for him.

"He didn't make me. He doesn't make me do anything, I promise you."

"I don't know..."

"Hey, Xander," Tim took his hand, looking up into his blue-aqua eyes, which looked so sincere as they gazed back. "We moved in together fast."

"Uh...yes. Do you, do you want to move out?"

Tim wasn't sure if the puppy-eyes were intentional from his big bad Dom, but he reached a small hand up to cup Xander's jaw.

He felt cruel, but this was for all of them.

"What would happen?"

"Do you want to move in with your friends? Do they have somewhere? I can help you find somewhere safe to live. Maybe with a doorman. I'll pay for your deposit, of course. I don't want you getting somewhere cheap just to save money. And I'll talk to some people at the club quicker, get you an in somewhere for an interview."

Tim turned to Ange, who'd gone full UwU, gazing with something close to adoration at Xander. Well, that was even easier than he'd thought it might be. Scotty was taking his lead from Ange, as usual, and smiling his usual wide grin now.

"I don't want to move out, Sir," Tim whispered, on his tiptoes, throwing one arm around Xander's shoulder so he could pull him into a kiss.

"Thank God," Xander murmured into Tim's neck.

He turned to Ange and Scott then, holding his hand out.

"We should be formally introduced, I think. I'm Xander."

"Angelica," she shook his hand firmly, maintaining strict eye contact, though Tim could see Xander was trying not to chuckle at her no-nonsense attitude.

"Scott. Hi, I know you anyway, I was in your Classics class."

"Of course," Xander said smoothly, shaking his hand.

"Angel, do you have money for today?"

"I have a little..."

"We'll set you up with an income, but here." Xander was pushing some notes into Tim's hand, and he really appreciated Xander not calling it an allowance, but it felt strange taking actual cash.

"Sir, I don't-,"

"Please. For me?" Those puppy eyes were back.

It was a small thing, that Tim decided he could get over. Xander had done a post the day before that he'd casually mentioned would net him five thousand dollars, so Tim could accept a gift of sixty bucks.

"I want you to message me every hour just to let me know you're okay, and if you stay out past dusk, you have to get a car, I've put the app on your phone."

Tim had never had someone so eager to know where he was at all times, and waited for it to feel overbearing or uncomfortable, but the feeling never came.

"Yes, Sir. I won't be late anyway. You promised me electrocution."

Xander barked out a heady laugh at Ange and Scotty's wide-eyed shock.

* * * * *

Tim kept his word, and it was barely mid afternoon when he got a car home – at Xander's insistence when he'd said he was setting off. He'd loved the day with his two friends – they'd gone to the movies, and eaten popcorn, and watched street artists. And talked. Or at least, Ange had asked questions, Tim had answered, and Scotty had pretended to be deaf. For all Ange had helped him with the kink stuff before, she was inordinately pleased their relationship was what she deemed 'normal'. Tim had told her the electrocution thing was a joke, and hadn't told her about the enema, particularly as Xander had said he'd like to do it again, soon. And he certainly hadn't told her about the club, which Xander had said he wanted to take him to at the weekend. It made him a bit sad, but he could reason that there was nothing wrong with keeping sexual exploits within the realms of the people who were into the same stuff – although he sincerely hoped she'd learn to stop asking him about it before he and Xander really started getting into the things he had a feeling were coming.

"You ready, Angel?"

Tim almost swallowed his tongue at the sight of Xander in his new leather pants, with a leather harness, with thick, studded straps across his chest and over his shoulders, running down his obliques and clipping to the pants. He reached a hand just to touch, his eyes glistening.

"You like?"

"You look amazing," he whispered.

"I'm usually in one at the club, when I'm not in my lab coat, though I save that for my playroom."

Tim whimpered, moving closer.

"How does it feel?"

"You think you'd like to try one?"

Tim nodded rapidly.

"We might have to go shopping before the club on Friday. Most of mine will be too large. Except..."

Xander took Tim's hand, drawing him into the bedroom, where he could see there were already several things out on the dresser. And the rubber sheet on the bed. He wasn't sure whether to be freaked out by that. Xander obviously registered Tim's concern, and paused, running his thumb gently over Tim's cheek.

"Always have you safewords, Angel."

"Yes, Sir."

"Strip for me."

Tim did, as Xander went to the wardrobe, coming back a moment later with another harness.

"This one's elasticated. It'll still be too big, but it can give you a feeling for it."

It was a mesh fabric, and Tim could see it was stretchy.

"It isn't as pretty as yours, Sir."

"No, but you can't wear one like mine right now. No metal on your skin while we mess around with electricity for the first time. Not risking any burns."

"We're really doing that, huh?"

"Yes, Angel. Now, earrings out. Can you take the nipple piercings out too?"

"I can. But not for too long."

"That's okay, they can go straight back in when we're done."

Xander helped him into the harness, which was actually more like a crop top, with a plastic zip at the back. It felt good, like a little mesh hug, but Tim still looked with jealousy at Xander's sexy leather piece.

"Looks like I have to distract you." His voice was doing that low, growly thing again, that never failed to make Tim hard, and made him ache with a need to give in, even when Xander wasn't asking it of him.

"I'm going to bind your wrists and ankles. Shit, I can't wait to get you into my playroom."

Tim couldn't wait either. Xander mentioned it often enough, usually around ideas of putting Tim into some position, or pinning him in some way, and he'd almost developed a Pavlovian response to the word – clenching in desire every time he heard it.

But the thought of being bound now was making him nervous.

"Uh, Sir? Is this going to hurt?"

"No, Angel. Let me tie you, and then I'll explain what I'm going to do."

Tim trusted Xander to look after him, nerves or not, so he forced himself to relax as his wrists were cuffed to the headboard, and then similar cuffs went around his ankles, with longer ropes tying them to the bottom corners of the bed, until he was spread out and starfished, and could barely move.

When he was satisfied that Tim couldn't move, Xander lifted something from the dresser. It was sleek and black, but still looked a bit like a walkie-talkie, and had wires coming off it, ending in rectangular pads.

"It's a TENS machine. Nothing scary, promise. I'm just going to attach these sticky pads to you." He matched his actions to his words, pressing a pad to the back of Tim's thigh, on each side, and one to each inner thigh, and then another two close to his butt cheeks, where the thighs joined his body, and a final two on the curve of his lower back, which he had to curve Tim up to reach.

"Okay, relax now." He twisted something on the walkie-talkie, and Tim felt a warmth that seemed to run through his lower body.

"Ooh," he breathed, eyelashes fluttering.

"Fuck, Angel, you're so damn responsive. That's the lowest setting."

"Tingles, Sir."

He giggled when Xander twisted the knob higher, and the feeling became almost like a buzzing pulse. It felt incredible. He could get used to this – almost like a tickling massage.

It didn't distract from one thing though.

"Sir, why am I on the rubber sheet?"

"Ah. It's just a precaution. Sometimes, with the higher levels of electrical stimulation, it can be known to lose a bit of control."

"Control?" Tim asked suspiciously.

"You know, bladder control."

Tim had suspected that's what he meant, though he wasn't sure how he felt about it. But he knew Xander wouldn't mock him, or think less of him, if it happened. The sheet was just in case.

He didn't have much time to worry, anyway, because Xander increased the power, and all he could do was drop his head back as his muscles twitched, but in a way that was making everything hungry for more.

"You ready for more?"

As if he could read Tim's mind, Xander turned with another tool from the dresser.

"Yes, please, Sir," he managed to mumble as a particularly heavy vibration went through his lower half.

"This is a violet wand, Angel. It's got a glass electrode." Xander pressed something, and the fork-like glass attachment lit up all pretty – and blue. Tim smiled through the pleasure he was already feeling.

"Relax for me, Angel."

Xander came closer, leaning over Tim's bound body, watching his face as he lowered the glass over his hip. Tim yelped at the strong electrifying buzz, though it disappeared as fast as it came. But then it was back on his other hip, and then his stomach, and his ribs, and his thigh, moving around leaving sparks of desire in its wake.

"Please, Sir," Tim moaned. It felt so good, but his cock was leaking and swollen and he needed more.

He could feel the intensity was higher, as Xander ran it close to the areas where the TENS was working, now moving with a consistent motion, never taking the buzz away. Tim was pleading for more, trying to buck up, though Xander foresaw every move and kept the small space necessary to maintain the electrical connection.

"Are you ready?" he asked, finally, when Tim was beginning to feel as though his entire body was vibrating with power and need.

"For what, Sir? Please, Sir, I need..."

"I know you do, Angel," he said sympathetically, and Tim felt the most intense feeling yet, right on his cock, forcing him to come with an agonized scream as all his muscles seemed to clench simultaneously.

After the white shock had faded, Tim vaguely felt Xander wiping him clean and detaching the TENS, managed to sip water and dimly felt his wrists and ankles being massaged. When Xander was finished, he snuggled into his side, clinging needily.

"You were so good, darling, perfect for me," Xander soothed, stroking Tim's back.

"You didn't come, Sir?"

"You'll get used to it Angel. Sometimes, the pleasure of having your body all to myself, to use as I wish, is all I need."

Tim remembered that had happened with the enema too. He wasn't sure he understood it – not when he was getting the most amazing and intense pleasure, but if it made his Dom happy, then he was happy too.

"Besides, now I know you like that, there's all kinds of things I'll be doing to you with electricity when I get you into my medical chair."