Breaking Fifty Hues of Gay (Charlie_Death x Shikokudarkstar)

[Shikokudarkstar]

Most people didn’t really have to worry about their family history, unless there was a disease that could kill you somewhere in those genes that made you. Of course most people didn’t have to worry about a centuries year old curse that passed down from generation to generation without stop. There wasn’t a real way to break it. Not one that anyone would ever know. Besides there was no way on earth anyone would be able to trace back their line and say that they were the family of the moron who decided to get their feelings hurt and curse a whole family line as long as they lived. Of course this was just part of the fun of being in an ancient family line. The Kaine family line dated back to ancient times, and in those ancient times they had somehow managed to piss off a powerful witch. This witch cursed them all to change gender with the cycles of the moon. They were the gender they were born until the full moon then switched as the moon waned and until the day after the new moon. No one knew where the Kaine family was originally from and therefore no way to track down some descendant from the witch and make it up to them. So the Kaine family just had to suffer. Of course some of the family didn’t suffer from the curse and reveled in it.

Talcan Kaine was the former of the two. He hated watching his body go from a full boy and change into something that was a horrible cross of male and female. Still young in his twenties, Talcan was still young enough his libido was high and ramped but it didn’t matter to the young man, he didn’t touch his crotch when it was a vagina. He also had to be careful, he could get pregnant when his girl parts were out. Of course with the way his body worked, he didn’t have a period so he counted himself lucky there. Of course that didn’t help that his crotch always seemed to be on fire. It was like his cunt knew he favored his cock and wanted him to go hog wild while it was out. He wasn’t a virgin. The Kaine family made a pact with another family, the Maran family, to see to their needs in a covert way when they needed it. Almost like a cat in heat, when the Kaine’s parts first come into the show they couldn’t function without thinking of sex. Luckily the spell morphed so that they could wait until it wasn’t creepy to have sex. Of course Talcan had gotten paired with a Maran who was a stuck up asshole. He claimed Talcan was an ugly prude. The ugly had come before the prude part. Talcan loved men with a passion but like anyone else with some self-respect, he wouldn’t sleep with someone who kept calling him ugly.

It also helped his self-respect that he wasn’t really ugly. He was average height, slim and most masculine with long black hair and tilted Asian-like eye with an almost unnaturally bright green color. People thought he wore contacts but it was a side effect of the curse to have oddly inhuman eye colors. Another reason why the Kaine and Maran tended to stay together and marry but since they weren’t all inbred, not all Marans and Kaines had gotten along. Like Talcan and the dick he was paired with, they looked outside for someone to satisfy them.

Problem was that a shifting crotch wasn’t exactly normal. Talcan sighed, leaning against the wall, a thigh length skirt and a tight school girl shirt made his cross-dressing outfit seem sexy. Tall thigh-high leather heels made him a few inches taller than he normally would be. Still short but it made him stick out, which was kind of want he wanted on this campus. He had been taking some classes here for college for a few years until he got his degree. Some of the old teachers from his high school had moved here after the school had been shut down due to funding issues. Looking at his watch, Talcan blew a bubble of gum before popping it loudly. People on campus already thought he was a freak, it wasn’t like it was anything to see him looking extremely sexy in a cross-dressed outfit. Hair pulled up in pigtails with big elegant curls, he looked the part of a trap. Of course no one really knew that he really wasn’t one at the moment but Talcan didn’t like to tease the boys until he had his cock back normally. However that moron who was supposed to service him in his time of need had pushed him way too far and needed to be punished. This meant war and pulling out all the stops so his body would look like a model of sexy. Letting out a low husky purr, “Oh Josh, oh pookie, did you get that cream for your rash. I was just so horny and ready to go but your tiny dick got that rash.”

Josh Maran could have been a sexy man, he was taller and a blonde jock through and through. Not all jocks were dumb and some were incredibly smart but poor Josh wasn’t one of them. He saw Talcan and glared at the man. “Fucking cunt! You know just how big my Johnson is, don’t go lying because I’ve hurt your poor precious feelings!”

Talcan cooed and purred a while more before deciding after more and more graphic detail on sexual diseases that Josh supposedly had. After a while the man’s friends seemed to believe Talcan and ran for cover. The raven haired man did the same to the blonde jock after the man threatened to break his cunt and other stupid nonsense. Just because he had one for half the moth did not mean that people thought he was a girl. In fact, everyone on campus knew he was a boy so it would just make the jock look more stupid. Now he just needed to get out of here, after his last semester and his graduation, he couldn’t be here.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Richard Hardy would continued to put away the offers to teach at the nearby college if it wasn't for the sudden shut down of the high school he had been employed at for the last 29 years. Although the pay wasn't much, he was there long enough to be on the top end of the salary ladder. Hell, he got paid even more because he had also gotten his Ed. S. with the aspiration of being in charge of an entire school and all curriculum but hadn't anticipating in falling in love with teaching Advanced Placement Physics; a course that had not only graduation requirement for high school but had college credit as it essentially was a college course. The unfortunately shut down of the high school he taught at lead him to finally accept the college's offer to teach their physics courses. No more holding back on teaching.

For being a few months shy of 55, Rick as most of the faculty know him as, was not in terrible shape. Sure he may have put on a few more pounds than he used to have when he was younger, his once muscular body finally was giving out (mostly due to stress in working around the tightening budget of the school system) but he was still strong and fairly healthy. At least that's what he likes to tell people but he constantly hears his doctors bitch him down for his cholesterol intake and the irritation of needing glasses that seemed to get thicker and more inconvenient every year. Seeing a new lay of fat starting to cover his stomach helps block out the constant jokes from his lifetime best friend who has tended nearly every swingers party and munch he attended on how he could have been the great porn star; Dick Hardy. Hardy ha ha, nearly 40 years later that joke still hasn't gotten old but his overly active sex life never did give it a chance. He was free, or relatively free since his wife of 16 years divorced him a year for a 33 year old body builder. He didn't blame her, he went for the younger ones as well and it was his fault for not being very discriminant in bed. Apparently it was her finding out of his affair with some former drag queen turned transsexual that broke the deal to their long time open marriage. He couldn't help it, he she whatever that person was had a nice ass, he couldn't pass that up. Although the unfortunate thing was that he for the first time in his life was trudging through his first dry spell. No one has truly sparked his interest sexually where he couldn't help himself, call it sudden depression over the ending of his marriage call it having a taste of every kink and gender under the sun, call it what you want, he wasn't liking where it was going.

His new job at the college was certainly keeping him busy and mind distracted from that unfortunate thought. He got to see a lot of interesting young and attractive people but now that he was starting to feel his age as he took the recommended medication he just didn't feel interested or that he had a chance. That and they were his students, there was policy against that. He tossed his meds and a few vitamins in his mouth and took a swig from the water bottle he always keeps on hand as he walked the hall to his classroom. His computer bag and course plans strapped over his shoulder in the same black leather that he was accustomed to wearing at night. He looked as conservative and up tight as any professor in his khakis, blue button up and sweater or someone's grandfather that his greying hair suggested. Something he actually feared since his daughter inherited his libido and affinity for BDSM.

Rick had to made a sudden side step to a group of men rushing past him away from some kind of scene unfolding. He may be getting over the hill but his hearing was still great (thanks to the wonderful invention of ball gags) and managed to pick out something about STDs and a threat against a girl. Feeling his inner Dom kick in and wanting to put down the lesser male and a rather attractive and athletic one at that, he made quick composed strides to the arguing couple. He grabbed the blond by his shoulder in a tight grip and halted him from chasing the retreating woman. He spun him around and gave him a piercing gaze that never failed to crumble even the most headstrong and resistant of submissives and the occasional Dom/me.

"You do not speak to a woman, or anyone else like that. Do you understand me?" Rick spoke in his strict "Master" voice, a low and intimidating tone that was usually used behind closed doors. "I will have you on academic suspension if I catch you again." He let go of him and just before he walked off he added one final sentence. "I expect you to sit in the front row today, Mr. Maran."

Without further hesitation or any attention to the jock Rick followed after the retreating girl, whom apparently slowed down further up. He had to apologize for the boy's inappropriate behaviour, it was the least he could do. After all, Maran better be glad that whoever this was wasn't his daughter because he would have him on the St. Andrew's cross upside down being flogged in a heartbeat. To hell with his teaching position, there was more than one way to teach lessons without powerpoint and white boards. He called out to the girl and walked up to her.

"I over heard what he said. If he says anything like that again, notify me and he'll be suspended." He paused for a moment to adjust his glasses. There was something familiar about this girl, that he has seen her before. Sure he has seen thousands of teens through his years of teaching but there was something memorable about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. And just as he was thinking that he noticed the adam's apple and the masculine jaw line. 'A cross dresser,' he thought to himself and a name came to mind, a student that even he nearly risked his high school career to pursue. "Kaine?" He spoke in more of a disbelief than shock, a small smile sprouting on his face. 'I never pinned him as the type, maybe I am getting old.'

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Being saved had not been part of the plan but once a professor had stepped in the fray, Talcan had booked it out of there like the bitch he was. Of course, his savior seemed to want to do double duty today and came over to apologize. Talcan waited for the man, not paying much attention to him or what he was saying until the man said Talcan’s last name. Looking over at the man directly, he blinked in slight shock to realize just who it was. It had been a few years since he graduated but this man looked about the same. It was Mr. Hardy, or Hardwood, as the students liked to call him behind his back. The Professor sounded slightly disbelieving that it really was Talcan under all the glitz and sexy. Honestly, Talcan wasn’t surprised that the man was a little shocked. Talcan had been next thing to a prude as one could get. He couldn’t touch anyone in high school and luckily he had Josh to cool off his crotch with. Talcan didn’t speak to anyone and didn’t really do much of anything besides his work. Of course when called on he would always answer correctly and with as much enthusiasm as a man on death row. He had just wanted to make it out of there without anyone knowing his body wasn’t exactly like everyone else’s. High schoolers were notoriously bad about gossip and though Josh didn’t have a whole lot in the way of brains after sophomore year, he would never tell a Kaine family secret.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Talcan smiled a little, looking at the professor’s amused face. Honestly the professor looked adorable in his conservative clothing but the man wasn’t shocked by much as Talcan could remember. Students used to flock to him, the pretty ones who liked the way his voice could turn into commanding silk. More than once, Talcan had amused himself drawing silken ties while listening to the man talk. Of course that was then and here and now, Talcan found himself amused by his former crush. He always did love the nerds. “I kind of broke loose after high school. Found out some things about myself, studied in college, graduated, you know the normal stuff.” Talcan pulled his hair out of the pigtails and fixed it back to the way he used to when he was in high school, high ponytail like the ancient samurai. The elegant curls remained but with just that simple movement of hair, he went from trap to just a cross dresser. The extra hair scrunchie was placed into his small purse he used for his cross dressing.

Inhuman electric green eyes looked the Professor Hardy over, the older man had gained some weight and there was so change but overall he still looked good. Talcan leaned back against the wall, relaxing his position, it was normal for his to cross-dress when he went out in to the clubs. He didn’t often sleep with all that many people but he did like to watch the demonstrations that were at the club. He had been going since he was eighteen and the club he went too catered to having fun and being safe. The Studded Pleasures was Talcan’s favorite haunt. Hell, Talcan even worked there almost every day because it had been a fun way to pay for college and he hadn’t left since then. Though it was interesting the change in his personality between outside the club and in. In Studded Pleasure, Talcan was a flirty submissive with a keen knack for knowing what his costumers needed and who needed shown out by security. He often flitted in and out of his station while keeping tabs on the rest of the club. The regulars knew him and flirted with him but he hadn’t slept with all that many. He wasn’t a slut after all. A tease, but never a slut.

Studded Pleasure was small and looked like a regular bar from the outside. It was owned by a pair of Doms who wanted a safe place to meet subs. They had been out and around and didn’t like how some of the other clubs treated their submissive guests when they should be held higher priority in safety than a Dom. They were getting older though, and in their later years. They wanted to retire and sell the club but they couldn’t quite seem to let it go. Talcan wanted to buy it but he hated to give them hope. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to afford buying it from them anytime in the next century. He had only mentioned the idea once and both men had eagerly thought the idea was a good one but it had been a passing flight of fantasy. Talcan had poured his heart and soul into the club help make it better in any way he could. He mostly did little things like talking to newbies and recruiting some people who probably wouldn’t have been interested. Of course it didn’t help that he was just a submissive man either. If he wanted to own the bar, he would have to have a Dominate backer to keep people listening to him.

Those were just some far off dreams though, hell he just wished he could find a Dom that wouldn’t give a shit about his shifting gender. Pushing off away from the wall, Talcan smiled at his old professor, ready to walk away from the man. He supposed he could be brave and ask the man out for a simple cup of coffee but it felt far too taboo; even if Talcan really had no true interest in getting much farther into any resembling a relationship than a simple date. A quick check on the ring finger said that his former crush wasn’t married. Hell, the older man still looked attractive to the younger man. Sure, he had put on a little weight but that could be remedied with some exercise. Back when he was in school, Mr. Hardy had kept his body in very good shape, probably from keeping Mrs. Hardy a happy woman. Talcan smiled amused at the stray thought before hefting up his purse. “Well thanks for saving me. I could’ve taken him. He needed reminding not to treat me like dirt if he ever wants to have ‘benefits’ in our friends with benefits relationship. Sad really, Josh used to be such a cute ner-“ Talcan stopped short at the word before rewording it, “Cute boy. Then he just got in with the jocks and contracted the disease of an ego. Now he thinks he’s too good for anyone. Sometimes I have to remind him who really is holding his-“ Talcan paused again, “How he treats people will reflect how they act. I didn’t mean for it to get quite so loud.” He was lying about that last part. He had wanted Josh by the balls and totally humiliated for doing the same for him. Fuck his feelings.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Rick listened to the former student talk with a light smile. So the boy finally broke out of his shell? And what a butterfly he turned out to be. He was so boring and bright when he was younger, he knew there was something interesting inside but he never thought of cross dressing. Rick has seen plenty of cross dressing before in all of his years of kinks, hell, he even cross dressed a few times himself in his youth but he has rarely seen one so well done. If he wasn't so used to seeing so many faces and memorizing them he probably wouldn't even noticed it was him. He had to admit, the boy knew how to pull of short skirts and the image of sexy. He caught his attention in more ways than one as he felt his heart rate pick up and arousal slowly work it's way into him. If he wasn't so accustomed to keeping control of himself he would have gotten very worked up at the sight but the fact that he was starting to meant a whole lot more. Kaine was someone that caught his interest again and would probably break his dry spell, but that was for another time. Now that he wasn't his student and was legal, it was a different story to pursue him, however he still needed to know more about him.

"Really? I'm sure there was much more to it than that." As Talcan switched the conversation away from himself to what had just transpired. He really didn't need to be thanked for saving him, Rick felt like he was doing what he has always been doing; insuring that no one is pushed into discomfort. A bad habit that has been with him for most of his life. As a Dom he always put his subs and those that he observed in play first. Sometimes he forgets where he is at times but he has always kept his second life a secret. He had worked in the education system since he graduated at 25 and not a single faculty member (or at least those that weren't part of the scene) knew of the life he has led since he was 23. In a few ways he could see himself in Talcan, except rather than being a prude in high school he was a notorious womanizer but never truly found himself until he was in college and a few too many drinks had him travel down a leather and PVC laced road.

Rick raised an eyebrow at the sudden stopping on a word and switching quickly. He may be getting over the hill but he wasn't stupid, working in schools and having a kid of his own around the same age as Talcan meant he knew all the tricks. He could tell there was something he was hiding and was able to easily piece together what words he was trying not to finish. All he did was give him a smile and nod each time he changed his words keeping eye contact. His smile widened only slightly when he heard the friends with benefits part, so the boy wasn't against swinging for the other team. That was good to hear. "I'm sure you're quite the ball buster." He pulled up his sleeve and checked his watch. In about a few more minutes the class would start but he could always afford to be late to keep his students on their toes. "This is the last class I have for the day if you would like to catch up. I enjoy hearing about former pupils and I've been very curious about what degree you pursued in college. I am rather disappointed to hear you went to further your education without asking for a recommendation letter from me. It would have been an astronomical recommendation, you were after all, one of my brightest students." He adjusted his bag before giving him a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder. "I would love to share a refreshing exothermic beverage that is invigorating even for the olfactory system after class." He let out a laugh and pulled his hand back. "The Cafe on campus isn't half bad if you don't want to go too far. My treat."

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

"I don't know that 'ball buster' is the proper term." Talcan smirked as he bounced on his toes lightly, a motion that he really hadn't gotten rid of since a teen, "I only expect to respected as I am owed." The black haired man focused those inhumanly colored electric green eyes on the professor before deciding to taste the man out, "That's why I find older men so attractive. More experience and better manners. All these young boys don't know how to handle someone half their size." Someone half their size kicking their asses more like. Really, did they not know that manners matter when trying to get in someone's pants? Sure, Talcan had training in hand to hand combat but he wasn't by any means military or even professional...he knew just enough to make sure no one tried to take advantage of him or his shifting parts.

When Mr. Hardy looked at his watch, Talcan remembered he really hadn't meant to spend quite so much time here. After all, he wasn't a student anymore. He had graduated. Glancing over the grounds, the younger man looked for staff before hearing the professor say his last class was coming up. At the mention of his college education Talcan winced. "I wasn't really sure I was going to college. My family and I had an argument over my major. I won though after I doubled up to suit them." He shrugged as an after thought, "I got in without any recommendations. They didn't seem to need them after they saw those scores that all you educational types went crazy for."

However his thoughts were stopped when the man who had held his attention and libido if not his heart spoke about getting a drink together. Talcan bounced on his toes again, though this time he made a slightly hesitant face. "I've been there a time or too. It's not bad, honestly." Problem was he wasn't exactly a student or a full man at this point. His confidence tanked when he had a vagina. He loved cock. He loved his cock. He wasn't even sure what to do with this female genitalia. Even if he was thinking about asking the man out before he suggested it. If he had his cock there wouldn't have been any hesitation. He would have flirted and showed panty like the tease he was. However since it really was that time of the month, he waited a moment before finally agreeing. "Yeah, I can do that. I suppose if you're going to offer a free drink then I can't turn you down."

Pulling his hair back into pigtails, he fixed his outfit back to how it was. He looked more like the trap he felt like instead of the truth he was at the moment. Heels clicked on the ground as he started walking with the professor. "You still look pretty good, Mr. Hardy. I heard some of the teachers took the high school closing pretty hard."

He looked the professor over before he had to hide his face by looking away. Talcan really had a thing for nerds. They were too adorable. Too magnetic. Honestly, if they hadn't been in public and he had his cock, he would have shoved the older man down onto the grass and rode him hard. Of course he was fairly well practiced at hiding his emotions from people. Mr. Hardy however always seemed to know even without his saying what he was thinking.

Well when the man paid attention to him. Honestly, did the man not know how hard it was to not tackle him when he wore those argyle sweaters? Argyle sweaters and slacks looked good on the man. Hell, his spank bank as a teen was the man in just his tie fucking him hard. Or a sweater. Talcan smiled, amused at himself, "I see you still have the same fashion tastes as you did when I was in school."

 

[Charlie_Death]

Rick looked down at himself as if not realizing what he was wearing; he wasn't senile but he did wonder if he really hadn't changed. Of course he hadn't, he has had a fondness for sweaters and slacks since high school. He even had pocket protectors and suspenders, but those were often kept out of view by his choice in sweaters and easily overlooked. "Oh, why of course. It's a classic look, absolutely love it, don't see a reason to even change." He held his tongue on what he preferred to change into after hours, saving it for another time. He supposed with how his former pupil is dressed and seems to express himself, that conversation would be had later on. Though he didn't want to scare the student away from him so soon. They had so much to catch up on. "Well, I shall look forward to our later conversations." He gave Talcan a smile and headed off to his class. As expected, Josh Maran sat at the front as ordered. Few people went against Mr. Hardy's orders.

The rest of the lecture was rather uneventful, his mind drifting from the class to the conversation and little game of life catch up that he was going to have later. He was still stunned that the prudish boy he had taught was the gorgeous young man in such a delicious feminine wrapper. Rick did have to keep in mind that he had a course to teach and to have patience. He didn't get to where he was and be such a skilled Dom without finely honed patience. He tossed a warning glance at Josh after he concluded the course and began to pack up his notes and books. He didn't want any more trouble from him, not that he was going to expect any to happen; at least not so soon. Without any real rush but an added bounce to his step that was almost imperceptible, Rick made his was to the cafe on campus. He had almost expected Talcan to not to be there and felt his heart skip to see him seated, legs crossed waiting.

"Salutations," Rick spoke as he sat by Talcan after having gotten his regular coffee and a second. "I was unsure as to what to get you and I did my damnedest to recall your taste in beverages back in school. I hope that hasn't altered as much as your appearance." He handed the other drink to his former student and pushed his glasses back up his nose before taking a careful sip of his own. "I appreciate you taking the time to entertain an aging physics enthusiast with your company. I wasn't entirely expecting you to wait around." He was being up front about his doubts. He really didn't expect Talcan would wait and had doubted the look he saw in his eyes. So few youngsters gave him that lustful gaze these days and with his slowly fading eyesight he was sure it was imagined. Seeing the trap seated before him with that look still present under the surface he was certain that he wasn't mistaken. He would not regret stepping in on the little argument. "Which field of higher education did you choose? Any plans on a doctorate?"

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Talcan watched his former teacher leave with a smile. He supposed if there ever was a nerd he would try to attack it would be that one. The man had money, had a job and quite frankly seemed not to be surprised by anything. Of course Talcan doubted that the man would handle his changing parts as smoothly as his cross-dressing. His cross-dressing didn't break the laws of nature or science. Social norms, yes but not the laws of nature. His former crush, now that he had spoken to him again and looked upon him for a while maybe not so former, was a man of science. An adorable man who would probably enjoy a work-out sometime, but still a man of science. No doubt his brain would explode if he found out curses were real. Of course that would all be irrelevant if the man didn't like men. Because even if he had that time of the month when he wasn't biologically a man, he still was a man for the rest of the month and most of the time. Talcan supposed he would have to wait and see what this outing would bring.

Walking to the cafe, his heels clicked upon the sidewalk. Talcan loved his heels, they attracted attention to him and his hip-swaying sashay. A lot of boys went wild for the sexy outfit that he wore, most that knew tried in vain not to look interested but Talcan would not be a good trap at all if he didn't make them work hard to not get distracted. Besides, Talcan found a large sense of joy by making them question whether or not they really were as straight as they thought. Of course it also let Talcan enjoy the looks of some of the more dominate males. Just because he wasn't the kind of submissive to lay down and take anything the doms did...did not mean that he didn't enjoy being the center of dominate attention. Besides, it was so damn hard to find a dominate up to his challenge. He could be loyal, cute and quite frankly a perfect submissive but he had gotten so angry at all the fakers. The ones who quit when it got hard. The ones who only took an hour out of their 'busy' day to bequeath attention upon all those weak submissive who should do nothing but faun over them. Fuck those dicks. It was the other way around. Dominates were served and ordered, yes, but only after they earned it. Fuck them, Talcan had real men to chase after not little boys and their games.

Talcan slid into a chair of one of the tables towards the back of the cafe. This would give them some privacy while they spoke. The wait itself wasn't too bad since he knew how long classes were at the college. He simply crossed his legs drifted his mind onto different things. At least until he heard his former professor walk up to his table and speak. The younger trap then smiled at the older man's greeting. "Greetings, Professor Hardy. I'm sure whatever you got me will be fine. I'm really not that picky." He took a sip of his offered drink before waiting on the other to start speaking. Of course what the man said startled him for a second before he remembered normal people weren't attracted to men almost three times their age.

Readjusting himself in the seat to hide that momentary look of shock, Talcan spoke again, "I must admit I was curious to see how you were doing as well, Mr. Hardy." Could the man think himself so unattractive? The older professor didn't quite have the hard-cut look he had when Talcan was in high school but the man had gotten a big stress-inducer in his life with the recent school closing. That had to be stressing to anyone. Even Talcan had been known to gain a few pounds when things got hectic. Instinct told him that he should comfort the man a little, assure him that he still was attractive. Of course some finesse was required. That might be a problem for the less than subtle submissive. "Really Mr. Hardy, aging is such a harsh word. It's not like you're a senile old man. Matured, yes but sometimes that's better. Some of the finest wines have to be aged appropriately."

Talcan internally cursed himself while trying to look like what he had said had basically amounted to, a fancy Talcan version of: 'You're sexy, not old. Shut the hell up you stupid dom.' That wasn't exactly the subtle that he was going for. This was why he had stayed quiet when he was younger. His mouth got him in too much trouble. However that didn't mean he wouldn't seize the chance to change the subject and distract the man.

"I started out with an art major but I fell in love with a part-time job of mine and changed it to business. I got a minor in chemistry, that hadn't changed through the whole thing. I also took some classes here and there to see about other areas I might be interested in." Chemistry was always a fascination of his and it fit with bar tending. He hoped too he could make an drink to put Studded Pleasures on the map. The business needed renovations and some work besides that. He had ideas but none of them would work if he couldn't get enough money to buy the bar. Talcan didn't have the heart to quit and his bosses needed the money to retire. They both deserved it. Talcan wanted to give it to them. Money though, did not seem to want to accumulate for Talcan. His parents had offered to help and his family had offered some money but they couldn't give away too much since they had the whole clan to think of. "I'm hoping to buy the place that I've been working at from my bosses. Getting a doctorate might come after I buy it but I doubt it, honestly. I don't really need it if I'm going to own by own business."

 

[Charlie_Death]

Talcon's compliments did not fall on deaf ears and, judging by the look that crossed his face, came forward a bit more clear than he had meant. He hid his smirk as he took another sip from his coffee, the bitter sweet taste clearing his mind and reminding him that even if the flag that his companion just flew was loud and clear, subtlety was still key. At least now, his chances were rising and he was feeling his original confidence seep back into him. He may very well avoid falling into the dry pit of a sexless life, not that he wasn't remaining active in the scene. He still regularly held demonstrations and sessions at various clubs and get togethers, and sometime with his daughter.

Rick continued to listen to his former student, sipping his coffee. He had to admit that the young man didn't take as much of an interest to further his education in the sciences. He saw such great potential in him as a scientist, but alas, at least he got the minor in. Although, he honestly did not have that much room to speak about not reaching the potential of a scientist since he went right into teaching rather than scientific practice, not that he didn't keep up to date with recent research and work it into his curriculum. However, there was still a sense of pride and astonishment that he already is in the process of getting a business. Not many people his age are already in that process, instead, they were more focused on gaining experience rather than taking on an entire business.

"Well, you certainly sound busy and that you have your life on the right track. I wish I could say the same about some of my other pupils." He set down his coffee and sat straighter, leaning forward with a smile. "But like wines that get better with age, one must first get the perfectly ripe grapes with the potential to become so refined and," he paused for a moment before finishing the word slowly, "delicious."

He picked up his coffee and gently stirred it by swaying the cup, not breaking the eye contact. He watched the young man's expressions, gauging his response to ensure that he had sent the right signal back. "Why don't you tell me about this business you are planning on buying? Maybe I can check my network of acquaintances that can help you achieve your goals."

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Talcan couldn't help the pleased flush that colored his cheeks when his old professor gave him a backwards compliment. There was certainly something to be said about older doms. What was that song about 'guys my age don't know how to treat me'? Talcan was pretty sure he understood it perfectly. The man before him was a silver fox if there ever was one. Gently setting his cup down, the cross-dresser smiled, "I'm sure you've seen plenty of well ripened grapes Mr. Hardy but I am flattered all the same." He didn't know how cool he was keeping himself and while he tried not to pat himself too hard on the back for engaging in witty banter he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement in his blood. Oh his vagina might hold back the roaring tide of confidence that seemed to be swelling inside of him but this was his first crush. This was the first man he ever stroked himself too. This was also the man that first turned his crank so damn hard. Of course the man was surely different now that he was a bit older but it didn't hurt Talcan's desire any. But before he got too deep in his excitement he had to test the water a bit more. Mr. Hardy seemed like a dom. He walked like one, talked like one and worked like one but was he really? There was always the chance that he wasn't into the BDSM scene but it wasn't like Talcan knew everyone on the scene.

"It's a bar." He admitted before smiling, "A mostly gay bar but we have a few straight regulars too. Mostly people come there because it's safe and comfortable if a little outdated. My bosses are two older guys. They've got about a decade on you, sir but they are ready for the beach. Mr. Danilovich is ready for sunshine he claims but his partner Mr. Schau says he's wanting to see all the young naked boys." Talcan loved his bosses really. Mr. Germund Schau and Mr. Robert Danilovich were a German and a Russian. They were married and while they were both dominate, they often found pretty boys to sub as a third. They claimed they didn't want to settle for just any boy, Talcan hadn't seen anyone that had stayed more than one night. Of course both of them could be rather loud when their blood was up and Talcan hated when they sometimes disagreed and the submissive wait staff was confused who to follow. They weren't bad though and the bar had been around for longer than Talcan had.

Electric green eyes looked up at his older professor before rolling his eyes, "The only worry they had was no one would listen to me if I took over. I had a business plan and mock ups of some of the ideas I had to change the bar after I bought it. Mr. Schau and Mr. Danilovich liked my ideas but the bank said I was too young and my bosses worry I'm not bossy enough to handle the bar and all the drama. So I've been saving up but it isn't much. Just a few thousand I've squirreled away." Did the man know the pair? He had to wonder. The bar was older and it wasn't exactly like his bosses had really common names. The bar name was kind of a give away so he hadn't mentioned it really and he had glossed over a lot of the details but it was better to be safe than sorry and he wondered a little if he shouldn't ask his bosses about 'dating the older doms' since perhaps there were rules here? Ugh there went his confidence again.

"If you like I can get you in free one night? You could see me at work?" He asked carefully, gently putting out his feelers again. "It's a bit of an unconventional bar but I do love it there."

 

[Charlie_Death]

Rick grinned at the sight of the spreading redness across Talcan's face. He may have just judged his comment correctly as a signal, and if he was mistaken, at least the flustered look on his adorable face let him know that he wasn't far off. This young man held an interest in him, an aging man who dresses like you would expect him to be taking a nap in a rocking chair on the front porch of his house, or retirement home. But then again, just like with Talcan's former prudishness, one can never judge a book by its cover. If anything he was a leather bound book wrapped in a cozy.

He nodded to Talcan's non-description of where he worked, wondering on why he didn't mention specifics and remained vague. At least he did until he heard the names, then everything became clear. The vague answer, him not giving a name of the business, the two aging kinksters. He had a feeling he knew of the place that he worked at, a bar he went to when he was younger before he would go and give "demonstrations" at different places, mostly getaways and private parties. It has been a long time since he had talked to the two in person, since the extent of their conversations happened if they went to the same party focused on the looks of subs or the occasional phone call. Outside that, they have grown apart.

Talcan just keeps surprising him the more he talked to him. Not only did he break out of his shell and become someone that looked stunning in women's clothes, but he may be in the scene. Even when the BDSM lifestyle is getting to be more "popularized" in books and movies, those that were engaged in the lifestyle still maintained privacy and a separation between their practices in the bedroom and their vanilla life. Receiving the invitation to see him work was something he couldn't turn down, certainly, not after the subtle messages that he held a connection into the BDSM world.

"Of course, I would love to see you work. Going there may also be a great opportunity to reconnect with some old friends, it's been awhile since I've gotten to talk to Germund and Robert." Rick deliberately said their first names to let Talcan know that he is well aware of where it is, who they are and that their underhanded way of informing each other of their private lives had been a success. "It has been a long time since I have gone to their bar, and by long time, I mean a long time. Is there any attire requirements I should be aware of?"

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Talcan looked the older man up and down as subtly as he could. There were so many layers to this man. He knew Talcan's bosses so that meant he was at least on the scene. He doubted the man was anything but a dominate. He was just too bossy to be anything else. Of course Talcan could be wrong but he had the feeling he wasn't. After all for all the older man was playing it cool, Talcan could tell he was amused and interested too. Of course it wasn't like he wore girl clothing all the time but he doubted that would matter. He did like to look good when he was in a relationship, at least what little he had of them before he had to break them off. He looked down at the coffee in thought before turning his gaze back up at Mr. Hardy. "The rules are still the same. Come as you are and keep your clothing on in the main part of the bar." He hummed and smiled, "We bought the building next to use about five years ago and added demonstration rooms and more back rooms for those into the scene so it might be a bit bigger than you remember but I still rather small compared to the Mask and some of the other bars. Of course we do have top of the shelf drinks. My bosses do love their alcohol. Even get into loud arguments over it in foreign languages sometimes. Where they always so loud?" He laughed softly before taking another drink.

He did love his job. He loved the people in the bar as well. It was a big part of why he wanted to buy the bar so bad. Of course now that his old professor know what kind of bar he worked at, he might understand some of the hesitation his bosses had. What he really needed was a dominate backer so that he would be taken seriously. However he wasn't ready to share his baby. He had so many ideas and dreams of what to do with Studded Pleasures. He didn't want someone to roughshod over his dreams. Of course not all men who were dominate were under the illusion that submissives lived and breathed for them. Turning his electric green eyes back to the older man he smiled, "Don't be surprised at my outfit though. I work as a bar tender so I get more tips when I get the boys going. Plus the regulars really like when I tease the hell out of them." He chuckled before finishing off his drink, "Would you like me to tell Mr. Schau and Mr. Danilovich that you are coming?" Talcan pulled his phone out of his purse before checking the time. "I have about two hours before I have to work if you want to come tonight but if not, I tend to work six days a week. Mr. Schau keeps trying to pry me away but I'm not ready to give up the ghost about buying that bar."

He texted Mr. Schau before putting his phone away. Mr. Danilovich was terrible with technology and didn't even have a cell phone. It shocked all the young subs that joined the bar. It had amused Talcan more than anything and it was another thing to give the old Russian hell for. He might be a submissive but he wasn't a quiet one. He liked to give all the dominates he worked with hell. He had been threatened to be spanked so many times and it never ceased to amused him. He turned his attention back to Mr. Hardy. "Sorry, I had forgotten to text Mr. Schau back that was taking over for another bar tender tonight." It seemed rude not to give the man an explaination since it seemed rude to pull out his phone. He was trying to win the man over after all since it seemed that Mr. Hardy wasn't opposed to being on the menu. Talcan blushed when he remembered that it was probably best to warn Mr. Hardy about his reception if he came. "Um...don't mind the regulars. If they find out your there to see me...well they are protective but more than that...they like to give me hell. They mean well though, if a bit embarrassing sometimes." He chuckled before changing the subject to something else.

They spent the rest of the free hour he had chatting about this and that before Talcan had to leave. "Not that I don't enjoy this outfit but it isn't something I should probably wear to work." He gave the dom a sassy wink before waving his goodbye. It didn't take long to walk back to his apartment before heading off to the bar. He had dressed to kill tonight. Sure, the man might not come tonight but he did want to look his best just in case. He had told the bouncer to keep a look out for the professor just in case and told them to charge Talcan the cover.

Talcan adjusted the leather collar that held the shirt up. The collar had straps attached to the shirt made completely of straps of leather and lace. It let some of his skin peak out and didn't start until it was below the collarbone. He also dressed in tight shorts, thanking the heavens his dick had come back out of hiding for that night. Following the cycles of the moon was hell and it meant he always changed parts will the revealing of the moon. He had worn fishnets under the shorts and some high heeled boots. After all he had to make his ass look good if he was going to hopefully rile up Mr. Hardy. Richard. Right, god that was weird to think of the man by his first name.

"Dressed to kill tonight Talcan?" One of the regulars teased. He tipped his beer bottle at the sub before going back to drinking.
One of the other regulars joined in, "Oh, who is the unlucky bastard to get Talcan's talons in them?"

"Fuck all of you." Talcan said jokingly, snapping his towel just to make the noise at them. "Not either of you. That's for sure." The other regulars gave him a hard time. At least it was a slow time so there wasn't too many of them there to give him hell. Of course it wouldn't take too long before the bar would start to get busy. But for now it wasn't too bad.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Rick allowed himself a good chuckle. He did remember the two, they had been together for so long, to hear that they still bickered the same way they did was comforting. "I guess some people never change. Do, please let them know I will be dropping by." He was glad that he was a patient man when his attractive young conversationalist kept his head down for a minute, tapping away on his cell. He had met a few people who did not tolerate it and although it was rude, he knew to be patient. The explanation he received was acceptable and he decided to dismiss the rudeness. Few people understood that if there was an interruption to a conversation, that excusing yourself and explaining circumstances was not only polite, but necessary to maintain human connection. Something that some of the younger subs seem to be forgetting in the digital age.

When they finished talking and separated, Rick went back to his office to retrieve his papers. He sent out an apologetic e-mail to his students that he will not be attending his office hours for that day and left. The whole ride home he was contemplating on how he would go back. He had been out of the scene for a bit, although he still would attend munches, he wasn't very active. Back in the day, he would spend his weekends balancing grading tests and demonstrations. He even instructed a course for new dominants on how to provide proper after care, how to get their subs in the right headspace as well as warning signs that they need to stop their play when their partners are unable to. Of course being a member of school faculty and having taught some of the other Dom/me's children, he always went by an alias: Heisenberg. He was as grateful for their silence on his identity as a teacher as they were for his professionalism as a teacher.

He went straight to his spare room of his house, the one that had always doubled as his dungeon. The deep red walls, bordered by curtains wrapped in light chains were always a comforting sight, as were the various crops, canes, whips and restraints that hung on the walls. He was grateful he hadn't gotten around to deconstructing the room. With all the stress, weight gain, and sexual dysfunction, he had thought that Heisenberg was on the road to retirement, not a temporary hiatus. He opened the closet and shifted through the clothes curious on if he should attend as Heisenberg, or as Richard.

He felt the custom black silk and leather vest with a monogram H on the left breast in gold embroidery. It was a gift he had received when he was younger after filming one of his demonstrations. It was the very thing that made him become known and start giving more demonstrations and leading to his modest fame within the community. He wore it at every one so that they knew who he was. Rubbing the fabric with a sense of nostalgia, he had decided how he was going to go.

Rick pulled up at the Studded Pleasures feeling confident, if a bit uncomfortable. He was a bit too big to wear his finer leathers but opted for class instead. He wore his best dress shoes with the tightest fitting suit he could wear. A red silk button up shirt with his custom cuffs that bore his monogram. The coat remained unbuttoned so that the black vest with the gold H was clearly visible. He stared at the entrance for a moment seeing how much the bar had changed. This would be the first time he went in there since he traded in his switch status to be a full time Dom. With a smirk, he walked in feeling accomplished that Heisenberg was back. He certainly hoped that someone recognized who he was, after all, he wanted to impress Talcan.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Studded Pleasures hadn't changed much over the years. The design was much the same with dark tones and furniture and a very masculine feel. However the furniture was well work and while not broken, could probably have used an update. Unfortunately Mr. Schau and Mr. Danilovich were from the era of 'if it isn't broken, don't fix it'. One of the first things Talcan wanted to do when he took over was to replace the furniture with newer and sturdier items. The sub ran his hands over the bar, the dark wood bar was old but not the first one that the bar had, no that one had been lost in a bar fight that Mr. Danilovich had to finish himself. The drunk and disorderly customer was taken care of and though the bar had not made it through, Mr. Schau said that his husband had done a very romantic gesture and surprised him with this bar. The top and sides were scuffed and scratched but the front of the bar had been engraved beautifully with the name of the bar. Of course Talcan was looking into restoring it and well....getting rid of that tactless chain on the end for Subs who had been bad enough to warrant it while working. It hadn't been used in over seven years since one bartending sub had worried the owners enough to chain him to the bar. Of course many of the bar regulars and patrons looked fondly at the chain. It had history and sometimes Talcan was unsure if he really wanted to get rid of it. He supposed he would have to figure out the full story of the chain and figure it out from there.

"Must be Talcan's new victim. He's dressed awfully nice to be just seeing us mere plebs." One of the doms teased, sipping his beer cheerfully.

Talcan looked over to where the regular had been looking to see Mr. Hardy had entered the building...and what a sexy picture he made. The sub ran his electric green gaze over the older dom before stroking the monogrammed H. Talcan practically purred when he spoke, "I do believe I told you that I found your observation of being old and unattractive false." He paused his looking over when he heard someone speaking again.

It was a man known as Rex. He didn't speak all that often but he came almost everyday. The man was a widower who had lost his sub a few years back and while older didn't seem to mind all the young 'riff-raff' as much as some of the other doms. Rex smiled as he tipped his dusty cowboy hat to Richard, "Nice to see you back in the scene, Heisenberg. Demos haven't been the same since you left." Rex paused for a bit before taking a drink from his beer, "Does this mean Talcan is going to be your new teaching partner? I don't believe any of us have ever had the treat of seeing him naked."

Talcan flushed, growling flustered, "That's your last beer there Mister. Obviously you are drunk if you think I'm going on stage." The regulars laughed and teased a little bit longer before they were interrupted.

A keyboard flew out from the back office and the regulars all stared at Talcan since he was the only one dumb enough to change things. "Shit." Talcan muttered, hearing the loud and angry Russian that erupted from the back room. It was a known fact that all the customers were weary of Mr. Danliovich's rage fits. There were many rumors about the man ranging from him being ex-mob to ex-covert ops but they all knew the man could fight since he was head of security and often took care of threats to the bar. Mr. Schau stepped out of the kitchens before looking down amused at the smashed keyboard on the floor.

Mr. Schau had dark brown hair that was peppering into a salty grey. He stood smaller than his Russian counterpart at five foot and ten inches but he never seemed to be intimidated by the other man. If anything he seemed overly amused when his husband argued with him or even went into fits of rage against technology. Brown eyes fell onto Talcan before letting out a chuckle and calling back to his husband, "Mein Bär. Brauchen Sie Hilfe?" He paused when he saw Richard before smirking, "Unsere kleine Heisenberg ist da!" He sauntered off to the back before another line of german was heard, "Sie stur alte Ziege!" Talcan had no idea what the hell either of the men were saying but he found that he often didn't want to know.

"If that is what I have to do to keep the marriage spicy after forty years, just shoot me." One of the regulars commented.

"I might have digitalized the accounting." Talcan explained to Mr. Hardy. "Mr. Danilovich does the numbers since Mr. Schau claims they give him nightmares. I had forgotten that I had told Mr. Schau and not Mr. Danilovich about the changes. I just might be a dead man."


((Translations: 1: 'My Bear, do you need help?' 2: 'Our little Heisenburg is here!' 3: 'You stubborn old goat!'))