Monday, December 14, 2015

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RECLAIMING DANE
*READER ADVISORY AND DISCLAIMERS* You are about to begin a "Remastering Marcus" outtake that takes place roughtly two months after the last chapter of RMmore than a year before the epilogue. This outtake is meant after reading RM. It is not entirely necessary to read the two other KEA trilogy pieces, "Once Upon A Desire" and "Kinkily Ever After" before reading "Remastering Marcus," although I would strongly advise it! The first post for RM (click here for link) should give you all the details you need to get started, but I will warn you . . . RM is over 200,000 words! Enjoy?  ALSO, please note the original fairy tale, "Once Upon A Desire," is based on the Twilight characters, which belonged to Stephenie Meyer before I did all kinds of kinky things to them. Please be advised the entire trilogy is explicit and incorporates male-male BDSM scenes. Still here?

Summary: With the evil Wayne vanquished, Dane is finally able to move on in earnest. But what of the other young men, who weren't lucky enough to have the "sub whisperer" as their Master? Can Dane ever overcome his guilt for the abuse he might have prevented? When Marcus and Dane are given the chance to help one of the other victims, they are forced to make the most difficult decision they've faced yet. How much are they willing to risk to free Dane's conscience?




ONE

Thank goodness for the coffee to counteract the carb overload; otherwise, I think I’d slip into a coma right here in the middle of Benash Deli. Master eyes my plate, empty but for the sticky swirl of maple syrup around the rim.

As usual, he is amused by my zeal for blueberry pancakes. “Did you have enough to eat?”
“And then some.” It’s ridiculous how happy it makes him to watch me eat, especially when I’m in splurge mode. “You do love to stuff me, Master.”
This earns a knowing grin. “Every which way to Sunday, Dane.”
“Lucky for me, it’s only Tuesday.”
“Mmm, lucky for both of us or we’d never get where we have to be in”—Master checks his watch for the umpteenth time— “twenty-two minutes.” He’s elevated being on time to an art form, one of Master’s many “old school” charms. I strongly suspect the only reason he’s cut it this close is to distract me from my thoughts.
Master signals for the check with the subtlest jerk of the chin; a waiter instantly appears by his side. I shake my head and chuckle because really, how does he do that? I’d love to ponder that question for a while, but as the man said, we have somewhere to be.
“I’ll meet you outside, boss.”
“Be right there.” Of course he will. Promptly.
I pull on my leather coat and venture out into the nippy April morning. The official arrival of spring in the city is a cruel joke, and the occasional balmy day is a tease to get our hopes up after the long hunkered-down winter. This year, I don’t mind. I’m warmed from the inside out by the man whose hip meets mine on the sidewalk as we pivot with a synchronicity any Broadway dance troupe would envy. Hell, we’ve had three months, five days, and two hours—yes, I’m counting—to practice this move, but the truth is, we were perfect from the start. I have never had an easier time heeling to a master’s gait, and that alone could’ve told me everything I ever needed to know.
Today is not a day for leading or following but walking shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, together as equal partners. Some may view this as an odd preamble to the workshop we’re about to lead, but those folks wouldn’t understand how two people who joyfully engage in the quintessential unequal relationship—that of dominant and submissive—could see themselves as two equally vital halves of one whole organism. I suppose that’s what we’ll be teaching today, among other things.
We’ll be teaching . . . A heady concept for a man who was completely lost inside himself just three short months ago. I’m barely the “after” picture. Not until Master fully exorcised the Wayne demon out of my system could I truly begin the last phase of my healing, an eight-week journey thoughtfully shepherded by my therapist, Eleazar, and meticulously monitored by Master.
My war wounds are scabbed over with healthy skin. It’s been at least five weeks since my last “stewing and spewing,” as Master lovingly refers to my meltdowns. I’m okay. I am by far the luckiest of all the victims. I need look no further than the man walking beside me to be sure of that.
Today, for the first time, I’ll meet two of the submissives Wayne took on after he kicked me out—in other words, two men who were victimized because I didn’t do what I should’ve done to take the evil fuck out of circulation. Thankfully, they eventually found their way to Eleazar, and now they’re getting help, too.
Will I be able to look these men in the eye and not feel responsible for their suffering? Is it fair to sell them on the light at the end of the tunnel when they don’t get to go home and snuggle up with a man who reads them poetry in his bed and rules his dungeon with grace, self-discipline, and boundless compassion?
“Care to share your thoughts, Dane?”
My head snaps up. It’s rare for Master to cut into my silence. “Nope, I’m good.” It’s not untrue; I am confident I can manage this. I don’t need to send Master scurrying for his Tums.
His gaze drops to my chest, and he frowns. “You’re gonna wear a hole through the leather.”
I hadn’t realized I’d been fingering my dog tags, but I’m not surprised. I’ve caught myself performing that same subconscious act countless times since Master collared me. Exactly as he intended, my outside collar is so much more than a striking accessory; it serves as a symbol of my identity, my place in the world relative to Master. Little “d” on top, representing my freedom to soar, and upper case “M” below, providing a safe landing place, with the two joyously and inextricably bound by the double leather strap.
Even more than that, the necklace has become my talisman. It is Master’s initial I find myself manhandling when stress gets the better of me. I suppose I might be a little anxious after all.
“Sorry.” I drop my hand to my side, where he scoops it up into his firm grip.
“You say the word, Dane, and we call this off.”
“No, it’s my turn to start paying it forward. This is important to them.” I fix my gaze on the sidewalk. Looking at Master is like looking directly at the sun. “It’s important to me, too. Eleazar agrees,” I tack on almost unfairly before Master can object. “I need to face this. Eleazar spent our last session role-playing the questions I’m likely to be asked, and I haven’t had a single flashback since the demonstration. I’m strong enough to do this. Even if something sets me off, it’ll be a controlled burn.”
“Dane, if I didn’t agree with everything you just said, we wouldn’t be here right now.”
“I know. Plus, you’ll be right next to me, and Eleazar will be there to make sure his other patients are safe.”
Master’s step falters. “His other patients? Is that what this is about?”
Well, that took him all of fifteen seconds to ferret out. So what else is new?
“I have enough on my conscience without doing further damage, don’t you think?” I hadn’t meant to come off as fresh, but Master will welcome my frankness.
He pulls me off to the side of the walkway so we don’t both get trampled. “Since you asked, Dane, I think you have way too much on your conscience.” We’ve covered this territory before. Master cites PTSD and grants me a free pass on blowing the whistle on Wayne. We have respectfully agreed to disagree.
My feet feel like two lead weights, and I can’t be bothered to drag them one step further. Master steps in front of me and cups my cheek. The message is gentle but effective. Look at me.
And of course, I do.
“Keep your eye on the ball, Dane. The past is in the past, and that’s where it is going to stay. This is your moment. Those men need you now. Show them what healthy and strong look like. Show them that being a submissive doesn’t make you weak or less of a man or a pushover for an abuser. Teach them to demand what you have demanded for yourself in me.”
The smile breaks across my mouth, and I scrub my hand over my lips so as not to poke the beast. “I’m sorry? I demanded . . . of you? Would you mind elaborating on that one?”
His hands find his hips, and he gives me one of his famous “this-isn’t-going-as-planned” scowls. “Frankly, Dane, it would take me all night to fully explore that topic, but I’m happy to tie you to my cross after your show tonight and torture you by making you listen to all the ways you’ve challenged me as a master.”
He cocks an eyebrow, daring me to object. What a waste of breath that would be. Master’s gonna do what Master’s gonna do.
“As you wish, Master,” I whisper.
He ignores the smirk at the corners of my lips. “Yes, quite. Suffice it to say, I am a far better master now than I have ever been with anyone else. Part of that is because you’re an exquisite submissive, the kind who comes along once in a master’s lifetime if he’s outlandishly lucky. But to be honest, the bigger reason is that you require something of me that I’ve never been willing to yield to any of my other subs: you force me to put my trust in you in profound and terrifying ways. If you need a fresh example, we’re walking toward one right now . . . or we should be anyway, if you’re still going through with this.”
“I am.” That much was never in question for me.
He measures my gaze, nods once, and squeezes my hand. “Very well. We best get going. You know how I feel about tardiness.”



Well, hello again! Welcome back to the Marcus and Dane Show! My heart needed a visit with my boys, pure and simple. Miraculously, they started talking, and now I'll be lucky if I can get them to stop before this installment hits six digits. (That is NOT the plan!)

It's the holiday season, a busy, crazy time to expect anyone else to set aside hunks of time for a story bursting out of my head faster than I can write it down. For that reason, I'm traveling light with my support staff. I'm working with my partner in "Disaster" and boy love, Jayme, and my couldn't-do-it-without-her-and-why-would-I-even-try beta extraordinaire, Chayasara. To my RM pre-readers, I love you all to the moon and back, but I want you to enjoy the story at your own pace. I sure hope the only hard feelings are inside Dane and Marcus's briefs!

I don't expect this to be too terribly long (30k?), but then . . . heh. Yeah. Join me if you dare . . . share your thoughts if you would. Here's a little secret: that's how outtakes happen. I love you guys for being here again and showing so much enthusiasm for these two.
XXX ~BOH

40 comments:

  1. I love it when these characters invade your head and demand to be heard :-) What a wonderful gift to all of us who love your stories. Eagerly awaiting your updates.

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    1. Your comments are a beautiful gift right back! Thank you so much.
      xxx

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  2. Oh those lovely men are back, and I think they are going to have a nice story to tell. Thank your lovely brain for letting them back out to play.

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    1. Thank your lovely brain for coming to watch!

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  3. Gotta love these guys. Keep it coming!

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  4. I feel as if I received a gift. There is something about these two that warms my heart and gird my lions. TMI?
    The Marcus and Dane show is about to begin. Bring it on I say. So glad they are talking to you again.

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    1. So glad You're talking to ME again! Heehee!
      Now ungird those loins and give Mr Kaz a treat! *wink*

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  5. They are such truly good guys. It says so much about them that they continue to try to heal the wounds that ww inflicted on his subs. Gotta love people that get community. Thanks for sharing more of their story.

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    1. Big smiles to you, Austen. Yes, these two are givers in every sense of the word. Dane and Marcus are both deeply committed to righting past wrongs, even if they weren't the wrongdoers. Probably why I need to be with them right now. XXX

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  6. I've got so much heartache going on at the moment and I'm looking forward to travelling with these fine men again in my head. A great distraction and enjoyment.
    I'm very excited to be here.
    Thank you so much.
    Xox MsLiss

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    1. Aww I'm sorry for your heartache. I find these two a very comforting place to rest my heart. I hope you will too.
      xoxo

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  7. I'm so happy to see these two back on my screen. It wouldn't bother me a bit if you hit six digits. LOL Seriously, I would happily hang on every digit. hehehe

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    1. HAHA!! Good to know and thank you and GOD FORBID!
      xo

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  8. I love you to the moon and back, dearest B. What a brilliant beginning to one of my all time, very favorite, extraordinarily hot couples. I feel like I should smother you in hugs and kisses for giving us more of them.
    XxxxxxxxxOooooooooo,
    V

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    1. If ya smother me, I won't be able to type.
      ILY2, V!
      xoxo

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  9. Thank you for this gift. It's such a treat -

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  10. This is one of the best christmas present I could have ever received. Thank you so much BOH for revisiting these sexy men in their happy time.

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  11. I just melt ever time I get to spend time with Dane and Marcus!! I look forward to what's to come of this "outtake". Not sure I agree that 30k will be enough of these men to hold us over �� Look forward to the next update. And thank you for this special gift.
    Xxx
    H

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    1. Thank you for your sweet words, Heather!
      xx

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  12. Reading this start has made me realize just exactly how much I miss these boys, and how wonderfully well you portray them, my talented friend. Great start - it will be interesting to see what happens next :)

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    1. Ahhh. Always such a treat to have you here, especially when they're BOYS! *wink*
      xx

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  13. Do doubt I'm gettin' ahead of myself since I haven't even read RM but I couldn't resist a sneaky peek! Damn, I need to be a vampire so I don't ever have to sleep!

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  14. Oh how reading this chapter makes me feel like I'm donning a comfortable robe, one that feels so good on my skin and provides me with warmth and love. I'm so glad you're writing this! Marcus and Dane are two of my favorite characters, ever, and it's good to read them again! Thanks so much!

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    1. LOVE you in your robe. Slippers too, I hope! Thank you for your lovely message. Welcome back. :)

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  15. What a great start, b! I'm really intrigued but these two are going to do when they reach their destination. Your synopsis is very foreboding... How seeing and somehow involving the other victims will affect Dane and Marcus's relationship. So great to revisit these two! Thanks, b, for this little slice of escapism. xo

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  16. Okay, I give up. I couldn't wait until I had reread RM. I'm so happy they are talking to you (and us) again. Please don't put any limits on yourself with this because if they want to talk you simply have to let us hear them too. No matter how wordy they may get! 30k, 40k, 50k the sky is the limit! Thank you for such a lovely gift!

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    1. THE SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT! LOL
      Thank you though. xoxo

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  17. I am so happy these guys are talkin' to you again. lol. I miss them. Can't wait to see where this goes! :)

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  18. Always SO happy to read all that you write!

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  19. One chapter in and I already lost my comment/review. FP... I have honestly not been having the best couple of days.

    Anywayyyy... I'm baaaacccccck! You're back... our boys are back and these soft as butter, wings aflutter feelings have move back into my chest! As you know I did a massive reread of RM lately, bc I wanted to be fresh for this outtake but also bc I REAAAAALLLY missed the boys so much and I wanted to revisit their relationship from the beginning. Now, I'm so glad I get to be here from the start and experience it as a WIP.

    Again so happy to be here and glad you've decided to give these boys more of your time. This is another huge step for Dane, and though its making him a bit anxious to face this part of his past, I am confident that him along with his Master and partner and his Marcus at his side, he holds all the power to leap over this hurdle and then some. So very excited to see where you lead their story. #BornTakeTheWheel heh ;-)

    Ps... don't you dare worry about word limits. Us greedy h00rs would forever shamelessly grovel at your feet for more of these boys.

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    1. I laughed out loud at Born Take the Wheel...have you seen that meme of the car with the wrong wheel (one of the four wheels) taken off? It says "Not that wheel, Jesus!" I think I have my words to a manageable roar this time. I hope it will satisfy that itch to be with them again without taking over my life this time! Thank you, thank you, thank you for giving your beautiful heart over to the story again. Your reviews melt me. XOXO

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  20. So excited to start this fic today. I am nervous for Dane on how he will help the other submissives who were abused by Wayne.

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