"So, you want to order me around," Bailey mused, almost to himself, but clearly for the benefit of them both. "Keep me on my toes. Sounds like you'd be interested in sensory deprivation too. Blindfolding me so I can't see what's coming next. What do you think?"

He mulled that one over. Bailey's expressive eyes had featured so much in everything he had imagined that it took him a moment to figure out how he felt about them being covered. But the idea of Bailey gasping in shock because he couldn't anticipate what was coming next stoked the heat in his belly until he was nodding.

"Yeah. But maybe not the first time." He added.

"No," Bailey shook his head and sat up a little straighter. "I was just trying to get a general idea. We don't have to get too crazy, like fill out kink lists or anything to get ready for our first scene, because there is a limited amount I will let a dominant do to me in a first scene anyway."

Nate shivered, hooked on the subtle strength in Bailey's voice as he spoke about what he would let a dominant do to him. He wanted to hear more of it. "Well, what would you let one do?"

Bailey ruffled his hair and looked through the windshield, clearly thinking over his next words carefully. The pop quiz terror settled out into the anxiety of having forgotten your bookbag and having nothing to take down notes with during a critical lecture. Once again, perhaps having this conversation in the truck where his hands were occupied and his mind was half-focused on the road had not been the smartest plan.

"I like to use the first scene as a bit of a test strip to figure out exactly what our dynamic might look like," Bailey said eventually. "So, I like to keep it only to the power dynamic, no bondage, no pain, just you ordering me to do something and me doing it. How does that sound?"

Nate could howl with relief. "Simple sounds best to me."

"Alright, so those things are obviously off the table. Sex, at least on my end, is completely on the table. Are you comfortable with sex?"

They nearly missed the turn to get onto the bypass. Nate had to concentrate for a minute as he watched traffic for an opportunity to make the right turn and merge into traffic, then he sat back and turned to Bailey with a shocked expression.

"Isn't sex the point?"

Bailey chuckled. "Not always. There's plenty of non-sexual dominance, but I'd certainly rather include it."

"Me too," Nate said faintly. "What kinds of things do you want me to order you to do?"

"Now, this is where you get to be dominant, and I get to be submissive. That's up to you." Bailey told him, then added, more helpfully, "You can make me kneel, kiss your feet, bake cookies naked, suck your cock, whatever you want within reason. I'll put a stop to the scene if I get uncomfortable."

Nate's head was spinning, so he latched onto the easiest thing. "Oh, right. We need a safeword, right?"

Bailey hummed noncommittally, "If it would make you feel more comfortable, we can, but for now I would actually prefer to go without one."

"What?" Nate's brow furrowed. "I thought they were, like, necessary."

"Usually, but I'm not comfortable playing the no means yes game with someone right off the bat." He looked out the window a bit morosely, and Nate once again thought of Tanner, who'd apparently taken Bailey's kinks to mean that no meant yes, no matter the circumstances. Nate wondered if he respected safe words. If he and Bailey even had one.

"Okay, so what will you do if you want to stop the scene?" Nate asked.

"I'll just say no or stop or tell you the scene is over, and you will respect that, right?" He turned to look at the side of Nate's face, and Nate felt like he needed to drag his gaze from the road to make eye contact, no matter how brief.

"Of course I will," he assured.

"Good," Bailey looked away again.

Nate could start to see the shape of the scene coming together. No pain, no bondage, and no struggling. Just Bailey being a complete angel and following his orders to the letter the whole time. Sounded fine to him. Sounded like the perfect opportunity to call him a slut, if he was going to be so complacent, too.

"Humiliation is on the table, though?" he asked.

Bailey pursed his lips, then nodded slowly.

"What exactly do you mean by humiliation?" Nate needed to know, especially if this first scene was meant to set the tone. He really did not want to fuck it up, so he wanted to make sure he knew exactly what Bailey liked.

For the first time, Bailey looked distinctly uncomfortable with the conversation. Thus far, he'd been cool as an executive in a high-stakes business meeting. A poker player confident in his hand. But now he looked a little like how Nate felt, shifty-eyed and struggling to stay still in his seat.

"So, I...I like humiliation. I like it when I feel small and flustered, but not like...bad about myself." He sighed and twisted his fingers together, gazing out the side window away from Nate. "I feel like this is hard to explain."

Experienced players had difficulty negotiating sometimes, Nate supposed. Or perhaps it was just difficult to explain it to a novice like him, who did not understand the intricacies of the different facets of BDSM yet. They pulled to a stop at a red light, and the ambient sound of the truck rolling over the asphalt dropped away, leaving echoing silence despite the quiet croon of the radio.

"Bay," Nate began because he liked that, "you can trust me. I'm not going to judge you or use anything you say against you. I just want to know so that I can give you exactly what you want."

Bailey tilted his face toward him, but not all the way. His eyelashes fluttered as he looked down at his lap. Nate took a deep breath.

"I'm scared of making a mistake and hurting you, so if you can just give it to me in some broad strokes, then maybe I'll know the right questions to ask to figure out where the boundaries are, so I don't overstep."

He remained still for a moment, then twisted to face Nate, eyes soft and determined at the same time. "I think you are going to be a natural at this."

"I'd rather you just teach me what you want than be a natural," he smirked.

"What if I say I want you to call me a slut, a whore, a cock sleeve?" he taunted, but his eyes were filled with hope. What a strange combination of words and emotions. Then his next words struck Nate like a semi. "Just a toy for you to use? What if that's what I want?"

Nate was stunned for a moment. Shocked speechless. He wondered if all of this was another one of his dreams. Something his subconscious had cooked up. Quickly, he rearranged his face into something less shocked before Bailey took it the wrong way. Then he girded his loins and shot back with the same ammunition.

"You want me to call you a sweet little cum slut?" He purred. "A good little toy that was born to take my cock?"

Bailey blushed and dropped his defiantly hopeful stare into his lap. But then he looked back up as if checking to see whether Nate really meant it or was teasing. Nate let him search his eyes, then glanced down at his mouth as Bailey sank his teeth into his lower lip.

The car behind them honked.

Nate startled and looked forward to find that the light had turned green. He waved in appreciation and eased through the intersection.

"Right," Bailey cleared his throat. "So yeah, that's what I mean by humiliation. And I guess like...having to do whatever you tell me to. Like lick your boots or whatever."

"But you don't want me to make you feel bad," Nate needed some clarification on the boundary here. "You want me to make you feel flustered but not bad about yourself."

"Yeah," Bailey flapped a hand around. "Like—and this is just an example because we probably shouldn't include punishments in the first scene since I'm going to do whatever you say or I'm going to stop the scene, right? We're keeping it simple, you give directions, and I follow."

He paused to take a breath, "But as an example, say in the future I don't follow directions. That doesn't make me a bad boy, it just makes me a good boy who made a mistake and needs to be taught a lesson, so he does not do it again. Does that make sense?"

Nate was practically salivating over the sound of Bailey so casually calling himself a good boy. He nodded dumbly. "Makes perfect sense."

Bailey narrowed his eyes.

"No, it does!" Nate insisted. "Like, being called a slut is humiliating—well, not really because there is nothing wrong with being a slut, but the word comes with connotations, I suppose..." Bailey shot him a baleful look, so he hurried to make his point. "Anyway, the connotation of being called a slut or whore or mindless fuck toy is negative, but if I call you my slut, then it's okay. Because it implies that I like that you are a slut, that I want you to be a slut for me. So, it'll make you feel flustered because of the connotations, but not bad because you know it's what I want." He tilted his head, then added, "And what you want. What we both want."

Bailey was staring at him with that fucking look that made his cursed cock twitch. The slightly awed one where his eyes were round and his lips parted. Then he pressed his mouth together in a knowing smile that would normally piss Nate the hell off and muttered under his breath, "Like I said, a natural."

Nate shook his head and looked away to hide a smile of his own. He'd been more than a little ashamed of his fantasies and the things that excited him the most as he scrolled through his research. Aside from his dreams, the videos of women stepping on men's cocks with their heels or personal accounts written by subs about bootblacking were like the wreckage of a car accident from which Nate simply could not look away.

He'd been ashamed to think of Bailey as a toy. The fact that he also liked that kind of thing felt like a warm hug of relief. And a deal with the devil, losing some kind of moral ground that Nate was not sure he really cared about standing on anyway. If Bailey wanted to kiss his feet and Nate decided he wanted to let him, then really, there was no problem.

"Making me lick the mess off your cock after you cum is another fun one," Bailey suggested out of the blue. Nate choked, once again nearly missing his turn as they bore down on Bailey's neighborhood.