Getting Rowdy: A Club Irons Novel (Irons Series) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Epilogue

  Getting Rowdy

  A Club Irons Novel

  Drew Sera

  Special Thanks

  Greg - Thank you for being that part of “Blake”

  Krissi - Thank you so much for everything. You were there every step of the way with this one. You’re an amazing PA, but even a better friend.

  Mr. B - Thank you for showing me that my dreams are within reach, and not to be afraid to reach for them.

  Wicked Wonders Street Team - I thank all of you for your support and everything that you do for me.

  Contents

  Copyright

  1. September 1991

  2. April 1996

  3. April 1996

  4. April 1996

  5. April 1996

  6. April 1996

  7. April 1996

  8. April 1996

  9. April 1996

  10. April 1996

  11. April 1996

  12. May 1996

  13. September 1996

  14. September 1996

  15. September 1996

  16. September 1996

  17. September 1996

  18. September 1996

  19. September 1996

  20. December 1996

  21. February 2003

  22. February 2003

  23. March 2003

  24. March 2003

  25. March 2003

  26. March 2003

  27. March 2003

  28. June 2003

  29. June 2003

  30. June 2003

  31. June 2003

  32. July 2003

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek at Descent

  Drew Sera

  Getting Rowdy

  A Club Irons Novel

  by

  Drew Sera

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No person, brand or corporation mentioned in this book should be taken to have endorsed this book nor should the events surrounding them be considered in any way factual. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Warning

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes, adult language and disturbing scenes that may be difficult to read or considered offensive to some readers. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

  Disclaimer

  Please do not try any sexual practice, especially those that might be found within the scope of BDSM/Fetish kink without the guidance of an experienced professional. Author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.

  Copyright © 2017 Drew Sera

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author.

  Cover Design by © Krissi Kissain

  Interior Design by © Drew Sera

  Chapter One

  September 1991

  The second I saw the manila envelope angled in the mailbox, my heart began pounding. Was this going to be the day? Maybe this was finally good news. Cautiously I pulled it from the mailbox, abandoning all the other mail. I typically flip through the mail as I carry it inside, but today I had very little interest. My thoughts were solely on the possible contents of the manila envelope.

  Once inside, I went straight to the kitchen and tossed all of the mail on the counter, except for the manila envelope. My wife was talking, asking if there was anything good in the mail. I smirked.

  “Good? No. Excellent? Possibly, yes,” I said as she came into the kitchen.

  I held up the envelope so she could see that it was from the State of Nevada. I smiled as her eyes widened and she took a seat at the counter. I knew she was holding her breath for me as I undid the brass clasp and pulled out the contents. Without even looking at it, I knew I was holding something special; something I’ve wanted for a very long time.

  “Dear Mr. Blake Eriksson, after further review of the documents and plans, your request for permits and license of your proposed adult entertainment venue has now been approved,” I read out loud as Cathy gasped and clapped her hands.

  I continued to read as Cathy wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

  “Included you’ll find your permits and license for Irons.”

  I glanced at many of the warnings about the responsibility of maintaining a license for an adult venue along with the liquor license. I was elated as I stared down at the certificate with my club name, Irons, prominently printed on it. Under it gleamed my name as the owner. Damn fucking right.

  There was so much that I wanted to take care of right away, but first I gave Cathy that look. She lowered herself to the floor, placed the backs of her hands on the top of her thighs, and looked up at me through her long eyelashes.

  I maintained eye contact with Cathy as I walked toward her while unfastening my belt. Thankfully, she could deep throat like nobody's business, and she loved the act of oral sex. After pulling the belt from the loops, I reached for Cathy's wrists and bound them together with the belt. A smile crept onto my face as I watched her struggle a bit to tug my pants and underwear down. As my cock sprang free, I hooked my fingers between the belt and her soft flesh and pulled upward. Restrained with the belt, I held her arms stretched high above her head. I loved how that position of her arms made her breasts push up naturally.

  "Suck," I instructed.

  Cathy's mouth took my cock, and she went to work on me. While she blew me, I began fantasizing about eventually doing this and so much more in Irons. I knew the very first theme room that I was going to design would be a classroom. And I couldn't wait to get Cathy as a dirty girl needing to be punished in that classroom.

  My thoughts wandered to punishing Cathy in the classroom...or teaching Cathy in this exact position.

  "Mmm, that's it, my little cock hungry slut," I praised.

  My wife really did love cock, and of course, I made sure she had it. Her nose was pressed against my abdomen as she took all of me. When I felt her teeth graze the base of my cock, I let go and filled her mouth with my warm fluid.

  "Fuuuuck! Take it all like a good little slut."

  As I was softening in her mouth and she was cleaning me up, I moved my hand from gripping the belt and wrapped my hand around the clasped fist her hands molded together to form. I was checking the temperature of her hands to ensure she wasn't going numb and to gauge how long I may, or may not have. They were starting to
cool, so I removed her hands from the clutches of the belt and guided them lower until they were by her side.

  Crouching in front of her, I smiled widely and dragged a cum string from her lipstick smeared face with my thumb.

  “Beautiful.”

  "I just sucked off the owner of Irons," she said lightly.

  I laughed and nodded. My club was coming, and it was going to be the best club of its kind.

  Chapter Two

  April 1996

  "Still with me, darling?"

  I checked on Cathy as I took hold of the flogger with my left hand to free up my right hand. I gave her ass a few firm slaps and ran my hand gently up her back, following the pattern of the letter "X" I had created on her flesh.

  "Yes, Sir," tumbled out of her mouth.

  I moved to the side of the St. Andrew's Cross and took hold of her chin, turning her face, so she was forced to look at me. Cathy loves being flogged on the cross, and this is usually where I get her to climb to sub-space. She smiled at me, shut her eyes and gave me a content, "More, please, Sir."

  More it is.

  I found my rhythm and became so engrossed in flogging her as I listened to her soft moans. I was fixated on the beautiful red and pink hues that now decorated her back. Feeling the burn in my muscles from flogging in the rhythm, I lowered my arm and moved to check on Cathy’s arms and hands. She had been bound to the cross for a while, and I needed to pay attention to her limbs. They weren’t cold, but cooling.

  Our time was limited, so I dropped the flogger, undid my pants and slapped her ass with my hard on.

  “Mmm, yes, please, Sir.”

  “Does my dirty little slut want my cock?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  I ran the palm of my hand between her legs; she was soaked. With my hand soaked in her juices, I coated my cock with it. Parting her ass cheeks, I guided my cock to her asshole.

  “Ready, my filthy girl?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  I wrapped my hand around my cock while I pushed it into her ass. I didn’t go slow or stop for her to acclimate. I moved all in one fluid motion. Cathy loved anal sex, and often I only used enough lube just to get inside. No more. She was a little bit masochistic and enjoyed the burn. I found it sexy as hell. I fucked her ass until she begged me to permit her to come. With my granted permission, she filled our dungeon stall with her ear-piercing shrieks of pleasure. As she came, the entrance of her ass grabbed my cock and tried to force me out. No, no. I reached around and pinched her nipples while I stayed buried deep in her ass. Finally, my body gave in to this woman as I impaled her, and shot warm jets of cum up her ass.

  Knowing that she had been up on the cross for a while, and her hands were starting to cool before I buried myself up her ass, I went ahead and pulled out. I undid the cuffs and her arms fell away from the cross.

  “Come here, sweetheart,” I instructed gently as I pulled her into my arms.

  Cathy wrapped her arms around my waist and we stood there for a moment together. I kissed her head and told her that I loved her.

  “I love you too, Sir.”

  Hand in hand, we went to the care stations, and I treated her back with lotion while the two of us came down. I loved taking care of her after a play session; hell, I enjoyed taking care of her all of the time.

  We finally made our way back upstairs to the main floor and sat down at one of the couches. One of the club slaves brought us over some water and a small bowl of munchie mix. I encouraged Cathy to drink and eat a little something while I surveyed the main room to see what else might be going on around us.

  A few scenes were going on, though light in content. More of the heavier stuff happened downstairs in the dungeon stalls or upstairs in the private theme room.

  My good friend, Paul, acknowledged me from across the room and headed over. He sat down in a chair next to the couch and glanced at Cathy.

  “That’s a beautiful red ‘X’ you put on her tonight,” he commented.

  “Thanks. I already got some lotion on it,” I assured Paul.

  “Lotion? Fuck, Blake, don’t be such a pussy. You could have left it unattended and raw. It would have itched some for her. Reminded her for days you had been there and what you did,” Paul said jokingly.

  I shook my head at him.

  “First off, I’m not a sadist. Second, she’s not a hard-core masochist. And third, she’ll be reminded of it for days because I blew my load up her ass.”

  He and I shared a laugh, and then he told me about his evening outside in the lagoon pool.

  “I had this cute little couple out there. They took turns sucking me and licking my ass. Took them over to the tree, tied both of them to it, and took a cane to them. I think the guy screamed more than his little girlfriend did.”

  Paul was very amused with himself, and I sighed. He enjoyed rough play and always had a little bottom or a young couple to play with. Paul was a sadist right down to the bone. He was bi-sexual and loved cock and ball torture with the younger guys. I tilted my glass back and finished the water when he began again.

  “Meetings start at nine in the morning tomorrow?” Paul asked me.

  He was referring to our selection for the annual mentor program which starts back up tomorrow. Safety and education were paramount to me in this lifestyle and in Irons. I feel that the older and experienced Doms and Dommes have a responsibility to the BDSM community by mentoring those just entering the lifestyle and scene. What they learn from us, will help them create a safe atmosphere either while they’re playing in Irons, or away from the club. I invested a ton of time and resources to our mentorship program. Many applicants applied every year, but we only took a handful so we could give them a lot of quality time.

  My current board, which I titled “Masters and Mistresses,” was made up of a mixture of experienced Doms and Dommes. We meet once a year to interview potential new members who are interested in hands on training in the lifestyle. Each of my board members meets individually with all of the applicants, and then we all meet as a group. We begin narrowing it down until there are at most five.

  Five is a controllable number to where none of the board members feel bogged down, and also so that the applicants get a well-rounded experience. All of the candidates go through a background check and a psychological evaluation too. I put too much on the line with Irons for me not to go the extra length to ensure the safety of everyone who enters the club. If the psychological evaluation flags someone as possibly having anger issues, I send them to another psychologist for a second opinion and then a third. I want to be certain. If they’re all flagging it, then I don’t want that individual in the program, and honestly, I don’t want them in the club at all. It’s a liability for everyone.

  Thankfully, that hasn’t been an issue yet.

  Typically, a few of the board members will mentor one newcomer. It’s worked very well for us, and I feel we have an excellent success rate with molding and guiding them into future trainers. I looked forward to our new inductees each year.

  “Yes, nine sharp. We have a full day ahead of us tomorrow, so I think Cathy and I are going to head home.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll probably leave too. I was going to read up tonight on the applicants we’re meeting with tomorrow.”

  I frowned because I hoped to hell he had actually already read through the applicant info sheets and hadn’t saved them all for tonight.

  “Please tell me you’re not just starting this tonight, Paul.”

  I had a series of forms and paperwork for all applicants along with a huge questionnaire. The applicants had received this packet about a month ago as it would take some time for them to complete and really think about.

  “I’ve read them multiple times and have studied them. I have my interview questions ready for them. I just want to review some of them again to make sure I’m not forgetting something or overlooking anything.”

  With my arm wrapped around Cathy, I waved over my shoulder at Paul. It was
still late by the time Cathy and I got home. Cathy shed her clothes just before she began her evening routine of removing her makeup. I carefully ran my fingers along the red marks on Cathy’s back.

  “I’m going to rub some more lotion on this before bed. Does it hurt?”

  “Hurt? No. It feels good. Warm, in fact.”

  I let out a deep laugh before lowering to kiss her back.

  “Warm like the load I left in you.”

  I gave her ass a swat and rubbed a little more lotion on her back. As we lie in bed, she thanked me for putting lotion on her and not leaving it raw, as Paul had suggested.

  “Darling, I love you. Harming you doesn’t do a thing for me. Hearing you scream out in pleasure does something to me, not hearing you scream in pain.”

  “Paul likes to hear people scream out in pain.”

  “He does. It’s his thing, darling.”

  Before I dozed off, I thought about my wonderful evening at the club and looked forward to meeting the new applicants tomorrow.

  I woke to Cathy’s mouth licking my balls while her hand moved up and down my shaft while the thumb of her other hand stroked my perineum. I was hard and needed to come.

  “Mmm, my little cock hungry wife doesn’t know that she’s playing with fire this morning.”

  I reached down and brushed her dark brown hair off her face. She looked up at me with intense, playful eyes. She tongued my balls and withdrew her head slowly while applying a slight bit more suction before letting one of my balls plop out of her mouth.