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Looking for Love	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own NUMB3RS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Part 4 �� Dropping
through shadows

Disclaimer:� This section is not in any way meant to be an
indictment of BDSM.� On the contrary, I
believe that BDSM can be very stimulating and empowering.� Those who have read my other stories,
especially A Week in Watson, know that I think power play can be quite erotic.� This story is a fictional case of an
irresponsible club, several careless Doms, one amoral Dom, and a sub who is in
the wrong place with the wrong attitude and no real understanding of his
role.� Later sections of this story will
also hopefully make my attitude on the subject clear.

/�Looking for one safe
place�/

Over the next few weeks, Don felt more and more numb, more
disconnected from his own body.� It was
affecting his work and at least he had enough presence of mind to stop going
out on anything where he might get someone else killed.� He wasn�t particular worried about getting
himself killed.� The universe wouldn�t
allow him such an easy out.

Megan tried to talk to him many times, but he brushed her
off.� Colby tried to talk to him too but
Don just said he was fine.� Even Charlie
stumblingly asked him if he was okay and Don had forced a smile onto his face
and asked about Charlie�s latest work.

Don went back to Titan several times a week, though never on
Friday nights.� He didn�t want to see the
red head again, just someone else he couldn�t have.� He met other men and did the
barstool-to-bathroom dance with a few of them, with no better results.� He kept his eyes open but didn�t see the
Asian man again.

On a Tuesday night, he sat at his usual barstool and
surveyed his prospects.� The bartender handed
him a Guinness without asking and Don drank it without thought.� He nodded a greeting to a few other
regulars.� Not much of a crowd
tonight.� Maybe he should just focus on
his beer.

When the bartender brought him his second Guinness, Don
said, �Pretty dead tonight.�

The bartender nodded and leaned against the counter.� �Tuesday nights half the usual suspects are
at a munch.�

�A what?�

The bartender looked surprised then uncomfortable.� �A munch. �A group of people who are into certain things
meeting together at a vanilla place.�

Don frowned, trying to understand. ��What sort of �certain things?��

�You know, BDSM.�

Don blinked, the meaning of the word swimming to the surface
of his mind.� �Oh.� �Don interest was peaked.� Something
new.�� How do I � join this munch?�

The bartender shrugged.�
�I don�t know how to get in touch with that one group but I do know of a
club.�� He turned to his cash register
and fished out a business card.� He
handed it to Don then went to help another customer.

Don picked up the card.�
It was a simple but elegant business card with the words �The Chamber�
on it plus an address near downtown West Hollywood.� He tucked it in his pocket, finished his
beer, and left.

The next night, Don drove to the address and spent a moment
parked outside, looking at the building.�
It looked like a nice office building.�
There was no gaudy neon sign or half-naked dancers.� The only confirmation that it was The Chamber
was a discreet gold plaque near the door, like a gentlemen�s club.

Don got out, locked his car and strode to the door.� He didn�t allow himself any hesitation or
anxiety.� Whatever was on the other side
of this door, he could handle.

Inside was a small lobby area and a receptionist, looking
for all the world like a doctor�s office.��
He stepped up the reception desk, which was manned by a young attractive
man.�

�Can I help you?� the receptionist asked.

�Yeah, I um,� Don fished the business card out of his pocket
and showed it to the young man.� �A
friend sent me here, thought I�d like it.�

�A friend?�

�Max.� He�s a
bartender at Titan.�

�Ah, Max,� the receptionist nodded and relaxed, looking like
Don had passed some initial qualification test.�
�Here is information about our club,� the young man said briskly, handing
Don a clipboard with paperwork and a pen attached.� �If you�re still interested, fill out the
paperwork and bring it back up to me.�

Don took the proffered clipboard and took a nearby
seat.� He read over the club policy and
motto.� It was the usual private club
rigmarole -- you will treat other club members with respect, you will not
discuss the club with non-members, you are responsible if you damage any
equipment, you will not reveal any of the secret club rituals � Okay, it didn�t
actually say anything about rituals but that�s the vibe Don got from it.� It all seemed surreal, formal, like it had
been written by lawyers, not � well � people just interested in sex.

Don shrugged and flipped the paper over.�� Underneath was a form and Don quickly filled
it out.� He put in �Don Sanger�, an alias
he�d used before, and a mailing address that looked like a street address but
was really a post office box set up for undercover work.� He answered the health questions truthfully,
not a good idea to lie there.� When he
got to the section that asked �Dom� or �sub�, he didn�t hesitate before
checking �sub�.� He�d had a taste of both
in Watson and while they�d both been fun, the sub experience had been more
intense.� The next page was a long
release of liability form that Don skimmed through then signed, �Don Sanger�.

The last page was about club dues and this did cause Don to
hesitate.� It was a pretty hefty fee to
join the club, but he guessed they needed to collect large dues to support this
fancy building.� Luckily, he�d cashed his
paycheck today and hadn�t had time to deposit the cash yet.� It covered the dues, barely.�

Well, what else am I
going to spend my money on?�
Hookers?� More beer?

He took the wad of cash and completed paperwork up to the
desk and the receptionist gave him a bright smile.� �Welcome to The Chamber, Mr. Sanger.� If you�ll just wait a moment, one of the
other members will be out to greet you.�

After a few minutes, the inner door opened and out came a
large muscular black man.� He held out
his hand.� �Hi, I�m Ragan.�

Don stood up and shook the hand.� Ragan�s grip was painfully tight.� �I�m Don.�

�Okay, let me show you around.�

Ragan waved Don in through the door and shut it behind
him.� They were in a large, plushly lined
hallway.� Along the wall were black and
white prints of men in various positions of bondage.� Ragan walked down the hall and Don
followed.� They passed many doors and Don
glanced into the open rooms.� He saw
rooms decorated like posh hotel rooms, medieval dungeons, a child�s bedroom,
settings he couldn�t identify, and even one that seemed to be a barnyard.� All of the rooms shared a bewildering array
of equipment that Don couldn�t fathom the use of.

As he walked down the hall, Don heard moans and groans from
the closed rooms.� Most of the noises sounded like people having a pleasurable time �

Ragan turned down another hallway and showed him more
rooms.� The place was huge.� At the end of yet another hallway, Ragan
pushed open a swinging door.� Beyond was
a large locker room, complete with lockers, showers, and a rack of different
sizes of bathrobes.

�You can use any locker that has a key in the lock.� Change out of your clothes, get into a
bathrobe and meet me back at room QW.�
Can you find that?�

�Yeah,� Don said, moving into the locker room.

Ragan gave him a stern stare.� �When you come out of this room, you will
only call me �Master� and I will call you whatever I feel like.�

Don nodded.� Ragan
left and Don stood just there in the locker room for a moment.� What am
I doing here?� Why would I want to put myself in the hands of a total stranger?� Ragan looked like he could do serious damage
if he wanted to.� He probably could even
wrestle Colby to the ground.

Colby �� Anger and despair propelled him across the
room and to a locker.� He quickly got
undressed and put his wallet, phone and car keys in the locker with his
clothes.� He wrapped a bathrobe around
himself, slid the locker key into the pocket, and went in search of room QW.

He found the room and opened the door.� The floor and the walls of the room were
carpeted with a thick plush that immediately muffled the outside world.� The only equipment seemed to be a large
wooden chair, though it had hooks in unexpected places.� Don stepped inside and shut the door behind
him.� A door on the far wall opened and Ragan
emerged.� He had changed into black
leather pants with an elaborately studded codpiece and a black mesh shirt that
emphasized his muscular chest.

�Take off your robe, slut.�

Don silently dropped the robe.�

Ragan�s eyes raked Don�s body as he said, �Your safeword is
�surfboard.��

Don nodded.� �Do you
want me to��

�Shut up!� Ragan snapped.�
�The only thing that should come from your mouth is �Yes, Master�.

�Yes, Master,� Don said obediently.� Okay, so he wasn�t allowed to ask
questions.� He hoped that Ragan would
tell him what to do, and not punish him for being ignorant.� When he�d been under Colby and David�s hands,
they�d moved him physically or gave simple commands.� He didn�t know what the protocol was here and
hated feeling ignorant.� This was
supposed to be pleasurable, right?

Ragan grabbed his shoulder and shoved him to his knees.� Don fought the urge to defend himself, like
his training told him to.� Ragan put his
hands on Don�s ass and spread his asscheeks.�
He wondered if Ragan was going to fuck him.� He thought that could be okay.� But instead Ragan slid something hard,
plastic, and lubricated into his ass.�
Don shifted around the sensation.�
It was about two fingers thick and lightly rubbed against his prostate.

Then Ragan began.� Don
wasn�t involved somehow.� He felt more
like an observer than participant.� He
watched himself get strapped into place over the wooden chair, his ass in the
air.� Various things were attached to his
body, from small clips on his nipples to a metallic cage around his cock and
balls.� The butt plug was removed and Don
dispassionately watched himself get paddled, his ass turning pink.� He watched the teasing and tormenting of his
cock until he was finally allowed to orgasm.�
It was nice but not intense, like the red head in Titan�s bathroom.� There was something there, a hint of feeling
that gave Don hope.� He just needed to go
deeper to find it.� He knew, before he
stumbled to the locker room to get dressed, that he would be back.�

Don came back two days later, and was surprised to find that
while Ragan was there, Don was going to be under another Dom.� He thought that some sort of relationship
should be built up, but what did he know?�
He shrugged, got into the robe, and went looking for his new master.

This man was smaller, slighter, and he immediately
blindfolded Don.� He employed handcuffs
and a whip.� The man brought him to a
long, agonizing orgasm, but it was still not enough.��

The third visit brought yet another Dom, new rooms, new
toys, but the same effect.� Don went back
to The Chamber every other day for the next two weeks, allowing a day in
between to heal and recover.� He was
shuffled from Dom to Dom.� Feeling
somehow eluded him, always just beyond his reach.� He pushed harder, asked for more, hoping that
someone could break through the heavy numbness and find his heart again.
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