Chapter 2: The Three ALPHAS

The red velvet curtain closed behind him, as if he had just crossed a threshold of no return. Martín had the black collar in his hand. He held it with a tremble in his fingers that was not fear, but a mixture of desire and dizziness. He brought it to his neck and fastened it slowly, as if each click of the buckle sealed a pact with something deeper than himself.

He didn't know where he was venturing, he didn't know if he was prepared or not, but something told him he needed to venture and experience whatever was inside. 

Immediately, a light turned on above him, soft, warm, like a theatrical spotlight. The same masked man who had received him appeared at the back of the room and approached without making a sound. He made a subtle bow and spoke for the first time, with a deep and clear voice:

—Welcome to La Llave. Today you will be presented as a submissive —he said, seeing the chosen collar—. And from now on, this will always be your role. Here you begin your training. The rules for you are simple: you can interact with whoever you want, whether submissive or Master. The Masters who want to use you will propose it to you, and you can decide if you want to be their submissive or not. However, keep in mind that you can only refuse to be a Master's submissive up to two times. If you have said no to two Masters, the third one who proposes it to you will be obligatory to serve, yes or yes. Otherwise, you will be expelled. The same Master cannot ask you again if you have already said no. Once you are used by a Master, if you want to continue at the party, your two possible "noes" will be reactivated.

The man caressed Martín's face, knowing he was a valuable piece for that place.

—But all that will be from the next time you come. Today, as it's your first day, you will have a special decision to make, which will be explained to you inside. 

He took Martín's arm and led him through a new door. Martín followed, no longer thinking, driven by something more than will. The hallway opened into a large room that seemed to be taken from a baroque dream. The air smelled of leather, sweat, incense, and wine. Everything was illuminated by soft lamps hidden in the walls. It was not a common club. It was a church for bodies and secrets.

The space was divided into well-differentiated areas. First, the bar: a long black marble counter where muscular men served drinks completely naked, some with black collars, took care of replenishing boxes, cleaning the bar, or serving other slaves in the establishment, and others with leather insignias that marked them as Masters, took care of attending to other Masters.

Then, a dance floor, dark and slow, where bodies rubbed against each other with a dangerous languor. There, dominants guided their submissives with leashes, whispered orders in their ears, with fleeting lashes and passionate kisses. Above the da...