Something had changed for Tim since he started seeing Gray, and Dr Marvin. Gray made him feel calmer and somehow, despite their rocky beginning, Tim really trusted him. Not more than Xander, but in a different way. He could talk about things with Gray that would make him panic if he tried to find the words with Xander. And Xander understood, too. He'd told Tim to know that he could work ideas through with Gray and go to him only when he was ready.

The sessions with Dr Marvin were a bit more fraught, because he wanted Tim to talk about his father, and his childhood. He came out of those sessions drained and cried out but later, after rest and care from Xander, he always felt that extra bit brighter.

They'd done a few roleplays in the days since his first session, and Tim was starting to understand just what Xander meant when he said he was into toys, and it kept giving him even more appreciation for what Xander offered. He still hadn't been in Xander's playroom in the club though.

"Sir," Tim was going for sweet and demure, fluttering his lashes and approaching with his head down.

It seemed to work, because Xander's eyes seemed to go from clear seas to stormy weather when he looked up from the article he'd been buried in.

"Yes, Angel?"

"I was wondering if we'd go to the club this weekend?"

"You already feel ready?"

Tim had felt ready to go back for two weeks, but he'd known pushing it too soon would have made Xander worried. He simply nodded, making sure to bite his lip and widen his eyes.

"Actually...I wasn't sure if you'd want to, but François goes out for dinner every week. Tonight. Not everyone goes every week, so you wouldn't have to meet everyone at once. It would be less intense than the club..."

Tim was already nodding. It might not be the club, yet, but he could see the value in having chance to talk to some of the other subs in a more relaxed space.

Tim was pushing some product through his hair, making the color really pop, especially with the skinny fit chambray shirt he'd chosen.

"That's a tight pair of jeans, Angel."

Xander slid in behind him, hands on Tim's ass, low voice sparking something excitable in him.

"Super stretchy, Sir. Very comfortable."

Tim looked into Xander's eyes via the mirror, wondering what he had in mind.

He soon found out, when Xander flicked Tim's button open and pushed the jeans and his underwear down, trapping his thighs together, and twisting Tim to face him.

"Oh no," Xander growled, squeezing the base of Tim's cock, just a bit painfully, keeping it limp despite its best efforts.

"Sir?"

"Stay calm."

Xander held something up, metal and apparently made of interconnected rings. Tim knew it was a cock cage, because Xander had mentioned, several times recently, that he'd like to see Tim locked away for him. Tim nodded down, easy done when it encouraged the excited smile it did from Xander.

Xander fitted it quickly, and it was pretty comfortable, really, considering the cold, unrelenting material of it. As long as he didn't get hard, he'd be fine, as he guessed he'd be wearing it the whole night.

Tim didn't entirely expect to be twisted back around, facing the mirror for only a moment before he was bent over the counter, yelping his confusion.

"Shush, sweet boy. I'm not done with your preparations yet."

"Prepa-," but Tim's query was cut off by the brutal cold steel slickly forcing its way inside him, drenched with lube.

The icy feel made him clench his teeth and moan in equal measure, but it quickly warmed as he felt it slide home. He could tell it wasn't huge, but it was long, and in his bent position, he could feel it falling exactly against his prostate, making him ache for relief, or maybe for more. He realized it was weighted, and when Xander let up on the firm grip and allowed him to stand he tensed, the squeeze making it press against him even harder; his reaction making the cage somewhat less comfortable than it had been.

Xander soothed him, stroking his thumb over Tim's cheek and jaw, whispering murmurs of how good he was and how sweet and perfect. Tim felt his raspy breathing calm, and giggled, suddenly overcome with how good everything felt, as though he was poised and on edge in the best kind of way.

"Better?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You know, one day soon, I'm going to plug you, here, with a cage on," Xander gently cupped Tim's encased cock, kissing under his ear between words, "and another day, I'm going to play with you here," the hand pressed against the flange of the plug, making Tim gasp at the pressure on his prostrate, "while you're wearing one, and watch you leak everywhere."

He kept kissing, moving to Tim's mouth, though all he could do was slackly open for his Dom, moaning partly at the sensations and partly in desire at the thought of what Xander wanted to do to him.

Finally, Xander stood upright, straightening Tim's shirt with a smile.

"You ready?"

"Like this?"

"Obviously. I want you aware all night. Thinking about what I do to you. Though please safeword, now or any time during the evening, if it's too much."

* * * * *

Tim hadn't safeworded, obviously. It was too much fun seeing the effect on his Dom, who, frankly, seemed to be suffering with almost as much arousal as Tim, just from the knowledge of what he'd done to him. Tim made it worse, or better, by regularly reminding him; standing on tiptoes to whisper exactly what sensations he was suffering, making Xander let out heartfelt moans under his breath each time.

They waited at the restaurant bar for everyone to arrive, and Tim's choice to stand between Xander's long legs was only partly because of the safety it afforded him, and a lot to do with the cab ride over demonstrating to him that sitting for long periods wasn't going to be comfortable.

"It's great to see you again," Ellis greeted him with a kiss to each cheek. "How's the plug?"

Tim spluttered, looking back at Xander, but he seemed to be taken in conversation with François and hadn't heard.

"How do you know?"

Ellis laughed, his pretty blue eyes lighting up. "Occupational hazard, for a start, I've got one in, and I'm fairly sure Dae will too. The Doms love knowing that they have us filled even when they don't. Plus, not sitting down."

Tim giggled, a little shocked at how predictable it all was, wondering if the Doms even realized they were so basic. He didn't really care though. The Doms, and the subs, seemed to be pure hedonism any way any how, and he was there for it.

Ellis seemed to have decided to adopt Tim fully, and when Dae arrived he attached himself to Tim's other side and they began filling his head with of exciting gossip from the club – mainly about various Doms and their kinks. Not that the information was much use to Tim, being fully and happily Xander's boy, but it did open his eyes in all sorts of interesting ways...

"With hooves, and everything?"

"Yup. And harnesses and mouth bits. It's not so wildly different to a lot of what we do, just a bit more formal, and they go to the stables to act it out."

Tim wondered at the various tastes, and knew he'd be looking out for this Master Kieran in the club, just to put a face to the fetish.

When it was time to go eat, Ellis pulled Dae and Tim with him to take up one side of the large booth. Tim was grateful for the heavily padded seats, and he suspected the other two were as well. Since they'd monopolized him, Tim's arousal had faded to a low background hum, but the seat reminded him forcefully of his predicament and he hissed when he sat, getting a smirk from Xander in response.

"Tease him back, babe," Ellis whispered.

"How?"

"I find the occasional well-placed moan has a wonderful effect," Dae joyfully instructed.

"And wriggle a little, arch your back," Ellis added.

Tim put the suggestions into practice when the appetizers arrived, popping a marinated olive into his mouth and giving an appreciative moan, arching his neck and licking his fingers. He noticed Dae and Ellis were doing similar and thought they must have made quite the ridiculous sight, except the line of Doms facing them didn't look like they found it ridiculous at all, eyes uniformly dark and mouths hung a little open.

Master Chase was leaning forward in his seat when Dexter gave him a clip around the back of the head, which seemed to break the spell, and they all went back to their food with a satisfying degree of 'naughty schoolboy' to their attitudes.

Tim realized he needed to pee, and was dreading doing it with the cage on. It felt like it would be potentially messy, but he couldn't wait, so he excused himself and wriggled out of the booth – slowly, because of all the things inside him that were lighting up at the feeling.

He managed in the restroom better than he'd thought he would and was leaving, shaking his clean, damp hands out, head down, when he walked into a lean, muscular chest.

"Sir?"

He looked up at Xander, confused until he saw the look of pure lust on the man's face.

"You teasing me, Angel? Teasing other people too? You looking for a time out?"

"No Sir, promise," he squeaked as Xander pushed him back through the restroom door, locking it behind him.

"Well that's good. You aren't getting one. Quite the opposite."

Tim barely had time to react to Xander pulling his jeans and underwear down, putting him back into almost the same position he'd been in at home, bent over the counter, Xander's hand on the back of his neck.

Xander leaned over him, body hot through the clothes Tim could feel pressed against his bare ass. "Color?"

'Green, Sir, please."

Xander didn't say anything other than a pleased purr, followed by a few moments of shuffling, and then he drew out the plug. Luckily, he'd used a lot of lube in the first place and it was smooth metal, so the drag was pleasant, if frustrating. He handed Tim the plug with a brief instruction to hold on, before he shoved inside, hard and deep, pushing a grunt from Tim's throat.

"I like you like this, Angel, all loose for me, ready to take me any way I want."

He punctuated his words with rough thrusts and Tim could do nothing but take it, his hips hitting sharply on the marble edge of the counter.

"I want to start using you without condoms, Angel," Xander panted, speeding up, "want to make a mess of you, fill you up and push a plug deep inside you, holding me in there for as long as I want, until I'm ready to have you again."

Tim whimpered, needing more, needing the cage off. He knew he wasn't getting that, not yet, not unless he used a safeword, and he didn't want to. He loved the feeling of Xander owning him too much to cut it short, or make his own demands, not when his real desires matched so well with Xander's.

He was a panting, sweaty, mess when Xander stilled, but still murmured in delight at having made his Dom feel so good just with his body. It was a heady power. Xander pushed the plug back inside, pinching Tim's ass for good measure and hoisting his clothes back up. He used a dampened paper towel to wipe Tim's sweaty face, but, still, Tim knew he looked freshly fucked when they went back to the table. The reactions of the others were lewd but pleased and Tim had a moment of feeling really welcome, which may have been part of the high of being well-fucked but left on the edge, but he didn't care.

"What can I get you guys?"

The waiter was different to the one who'd brought their appetizers, and he was possibly the most beautiful man Tim had ever laid eyes on – even giving Xander a run for his money. His skin was a warm fawn and his eyes huge and an unusual green-hazel with large golden flecks. Those arresting eyes were offset by sharp, high cheekbones. Every Dom flicked their eyes onto him, however momentarily, but somehow Tim didn't feel jealous, and Dae and Ellis seemed unaffected as well.

In fact, Ellis' face lit up, and if he wasn't pressed into the booth Tim was sure he'd have given the man a hug. As it was, he reached over to fist bump and the man's ethereal beauty faded into something a little less fantastical when he grinned.

"Hey Ellis, how you doin', man?"

"Fantastic. How are you? Haven't seen you at the club for a while."

"Well, your Sir is keeping us working our fingers to the bone."

"Do you want me to tell Emilio his boy is being cheeky?" François asked, but he was smiling as warmly as Ellis.

"No, Sir, nosiree," the man laughed. "Who's this? New blood?" He turned to Tim, holding his hand out, which Tim shook shyly.

"Eddie, this is Tim. He's my boyfriend," Xander said, and Tim looked to him with shock.

They hadn't discussed it. He knew he was already more than a little bit in love with Xander, and he knew Xander was extremely into him, but he hadn't known for sure it was more than as a submissive. He knew he should have guessed, from Xander's actions, but he hadn't allowed himself to hope, not properly. But the man, Eddie, took it on face value, and the complete lack of reaction from anyone else made Tim think he'd been the only one who hadn't realized. Regardless, it made him incredibly happy, and he couldn't help the huge smile he sent to Eddie, proud of being claimed so clearly.

* * * * *

Tim couldn't eat much – too much rich food still made him sluggish. It wasn't just that though. Despite having used Tim's ass just as he wanted to earlier, Xander was still shooting lust-filled looks across the table, and Tim knew he wanted more. And so did Tim. He felt an increasingly desperate need for Xander, frustrated by the wide table between them.

When they finally said goodnight to everyone, Tim was strung out. The constant press of the metal plug, the regular reminder of constraint every time he tried to get hard...he was beginning to feel needy, and maybe emotional too, though he managed to keep that buttoned down until they were on their way home. Dexter had kindly offered to sit in the front of the cab, and Tim appreciated that even more when Dae had seemed poised to whine about it but had taken a good look at Tim's watery eyes and stayed quiet.

He whispered a thank you to Dae as they slid into the back of the cab, and Dae gave him a sweet little kiss and whispered back that they all had needs and they looked after each other. Tim had been free then, to snuggle up against Xander's side and mouth slowly at his neck.

"Angel, we're nearly there," Xander muttered.

"Nope," he responded quietly, "you messed me up, Sir."

After that, Xander took his own punishment without further complaint but with quite a lot of shifting around in his seat, especially when Tim slid a small hand inside his shirt.

When they arrived, Xander said an extremely brief goodbye to Dexter and Dae, and swooped Tim up bridal style, very nearly running up the stairs to the apartment. When they got to the bedroom he stripped Tim almost before the boy could lazily blink. He felt weird but good, kind of like gliding. It reminded him of the one time he'd smoked a little with Scotty. He hadn't tried it again because it had affected him for several days afterward, but this was like a natural high instead; it felt intense, and Xander hadn't actually done anything.

"Want you, Angel. Hard. Color?"

Tim giggled, floaty. "Green, Sir."

The plug dragged a little on its way out, but Tim barely registered it, sighing happily when Xander applied more lube and entered him. He felt a vague notion that he still had the cage on, but he didn't care enough to say anything, just enjoying the feeling of Xander taking him, just as hard as he promised. He was gripping Tim's hips, looking intently into his eyes as he fucked deep.

"You with me, Angel?"

"Yeah Sir. Green 'n' all that. Feels good."

"So good for me, Angel."

"Yup," he giggled again, "love you, 's why."

He registered Xander's hips shuddering to a stop, and him burrowing his face into Tim's collarbone, kissing along the ridge, and then Xander removed the cage and sucked Tim's cock in, swirling his tongue around the head. Tim didn't know how long he lasted, other than it not being long.

When he came, his vision dimmed for a moment, the lovely floaty feeling intensifying, and he let it take him, cloudily being aware of movement and being looked after but not in the room for it, slipping into a deep sleep instead.