Carlos wasn’t exactly sure how he found himself in this situation. He wasn’t one to go to clubs, especially not ones like these, but after a long day and months of nothing, he decided to try it out. And, well…underground BDSM clubs were definitely not his usual scene, and he was starting to understand why.

He sat at the bar, wearing a red colored bracelet as he listened to bands performing various songs, trying to seem somewhat interested as he sipped on a glass of whiskey. He wasn’t sure why he was still here. Until 5 boys stepped onto the stage, all wearing the usual red bracelet that represented Doms. Except for one, the drummer. A cute, almost innocent looking boy, who was wearing a blue one. A sub in a band of doms?