Bondage and Marriage - 8

Since it was late at night, Alex and Benjamin gave up on persuading Noah for the day and told him to think seriously about marrying Ian Miller again, before going to their respective rooms. As expected, their attempts to persuade Noah the next day and the day after that were all in vain.

Now that the wedding date was set, Noah had become busier than ever. He had to meet Ian Miller three times a week, pretending to reveal their inner thoughts while having meals or going on dates. Furthermore, he had to personally meet the Frost family’s relatives and acquaintances to announce the wedding news, and with so many people he knew, he was running around non-stop.

It was not just about meeting people. With the wedding date being set so hastily, only three weeks away, the hairstylists, coordinators, and therapists from the beauty salon Noah usually went to were devoted to grooming him, coming every other day. The salon owner herself brought her staff and generously applied fragrant nourishing serums and creams all over Noah’s body, leaving an artificially created subtle scent that never faded from his skin.

At least it was fortunate that the scale of the wedding was small, as both Ian and Noah wanted a quiet ceremony. Ian probably didn’t want to have an extravagant wedding he was being forced into, and for Noah, the more elaborate it became, the busier and more troublesome it would be. Taner was a bit dissatisfied, but what could be done when the couple themselves had decided? And the only other entity who could significantly influence the wedding, Ian Miller’s parents, had passed away more than a decade ago.

Despite being quite busy, everything was satisfactory for Noah, except for one thing. The little (?) pleasures he used to enjoy in his daily life had vanished due to the wedding preparations.

“Professor Gabriel isn’t coming?”

“That’s right. We had to cancel all the regular schedules due to the wedding preparations.”

After finishing breakfast, the employee informed Noah of the new schedule, and Noah’s expression became gloomy as all his private lessons and hobbies had been canceled. He had already been accumulating stress (and frustration) due to this unprecedented busyness in his life, and now that Gabriel, who would have helped him relieve it, was not coming, he even felt a bit depressed.

“If you plan to continue your French lessons after moving to a new residence after the wedding, I’ll make arrangements with the professor in advance.”

“Hmm… No, I’ll contact the professor myself.”

The idea of Gabriel continuing to give him private lessons after the marriage was somewhat tempting, but Noah decided to put it on hold for now. He didn’t want to jeopardize his (supposedly) happy married life. If Ian didn’t torment him as much as Noah had hoped, he could always contact the professor later.

“By the way… I went through so much trouble to get this, and now I have no use for it.”

Returning to his room, Noah took out a telescopic baton from the drawer, looking quite regretful. It had been easy to sneak into the storeroom where the security guards kept their equipment to get the baton for one of Gabriel’s assignments. But once inside, the only batons there were the 3-section expandable type, not what Noah had wanted.

In the end, even amidst the wedding preparations, Noah had managed to order the specific one he wanted online, staying up late at night to carefully select it. To avoid the risk of being caught, he had it delivered directly to the front gate instead of having it sent to the manor.

After investigating, Noah found that telescopic batons come in different types, strengths, and intensities, and some can cause serious injuries requiring hospitalization if used improperly. Despite his thorough search, he couldn’t find the right thickness, length, and appropriate solidity that could withstand multiple strikes, with a deliberately hollow interior structure. He had to resort to a custom order!

And now, all his private lessons have been canceled. But it would be strange to bring the baton as a wedding gift. Someone might think he wants to hit Ian. The opposite is what he desires, but still, Noah pondered.

Sometimes people see things differently. To Noah, the long black baton looked like nothing more than a plastic dildo. As he fiddled with it, he suddenly realized that next week, the week before the wedding, would be even busier. He wouldn’t have time. So he should sneak out and have some fun now.

He had to let his club acquaintances know he wouldn’t be able to come out anymore. After some deliberation, Noah decided skin therapy would be the most feasible excuse to slip away. These days, his appearance was sparkling enough that skipping one session wouldn’t matter much. And the driver Taylor was always on Noah’s side, so it would be easy to sneak out of the manor.

Determined, Noah immediately put his plan into action. He left a note on his door, telling others not to bother looking for him, then went to find Taylor. With just a little persuasion, the kindhearted Taylor happily agreed to take Noah to the city.

The impatient Noah thanked Taylor and eagerly rushed out of the car as soon as they arrived. Swinging the lightweight cross-body bag containing the baton and his clothes, he dashed towards the subway restroom. After his “transformation” (?) in the restroom, his destination was, of course, the club.

“Alex!”

“Oh, Noah. What’s up? I was just about to call everyone to meet up today.”

Alex, who had come to the club upon receiving Noah’s message, greeted him with a light hug, looking puzzled. At this early hour, there were only a few people left in the club. From somewhere, muffled moans and squishy sounds could be heard – it seemed someone was boldly engaging in a tryst on the premises.

Panting from rushing to the club, Noah was scolded by Alex for hurrying so much, who then brought him a glass of water from the bar. After gulping down a few mouthfuls, Noah hesitated for a moment. How was he going to break this news? Alex didn’t know Noah was that Noah Frost. He might have heard the Frost name in the news or something.

Noah rolled his eyes briefly before speaking up.

“Hey, Alex. I don’t think I’ll be able to come to the club anymore.”

As expected, Alex was shocked to hear this.

“What? Why?? Did your family find out or something?”

Alex assumed Noah’s very conservative family would never approve of an omega like him frequenting such clubs. This guess was quite close to the truth – it was actually Taner, rather than the entire family, who felt that way.

“No, I didn’t get caught or anything… I’m getting married next month.”

As Noah put down the empty glass, Alex nearly dropped the glass he was holding. Noah watched with a slightly apologetic look as Alex’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Noah had known for a while that Alex harbored feelings for him. They had been friends for years, so how could he not have noticed? The reason Noah had continued to hang out with Alex was not because the other’s tastes matched his own secretive preferences, but because he didn’t want to hurt Alex too much.

Alex was the one who first approached Noah when he had started coming to the club, unaware of his own tastes that were later discovered through Gabriel. In other words, Alex was the first person Noah had been intimate with. Their friendship had lasted nearly 5 years now.

Truthfully, if Noah could choose his own marriage partner, he would have wanted to marry Alex. Someone who likes him and yet can torment him faithfully is hard to come by. But Noah was not just Noah, he was that Noah Frost. Alex was a good person to Noah, but objectively speaking, he was more like a hoodlum who frequents clubs… Taner would never allow someone like Alex to be anywhere near Noah.

“M-married?”

“Yeah… It’s turned out that way. This might be the last time I come here.”

Noah spoke frankly. While he had high hopes for divorce, he had no intention of telling Alex to wait for him. Having received too many confessions and courtships in his life, Noah knew it was best to cut things off cleanly in situations like this. Alex deflated, looking dejected.

“I see… So you came to say goodbye?”

“Yeah, to say goodbye and also to have one last fun time before the marriage… If you’re busy or not feeling up to it, though…”

“No! It’s fine. I’m good with it.”

Alex replied cheerfully. Yes, this is just the right amount with Alex. It’s better to part on good terms like this. Thinking this, Noah smiled and tugged on Alex’s arm, asking if he could reserve a room. “I have a specific setting in mind… How about the VIP lounge downstairs? I did buy that baton, after all, so I should put it to good use.”

***

The club and shop Noah frequented were not located far apart. In fact, they were both in the same building. Rumors abounded about the mysterious owner, who was said to be involved with the mafia and have over 10 mistresses. Despite the upscale exterior, a quick look around inside revealed this place was blatantly catered towards adults.

While the exterior looked like a typical city hotel, the entrance was guarded and strictly controlled access. Only two types of people were allowed to enter this hotel: those wealthy enough to afford the nearly 100 million won annual membership fee, or those vouched for by someone who could pay that fee.

The hotel spanned from the 3rd basement level to the 15th floor. The 1st basement level housed the club where Noah often met with Alex. Above that were massage parlors, and on the 5th floor was the [Tear] adult shop that Noah loved so much. Even regular condoms were exorbitantly expensive, but sturdy and safe, justifying the high prices.

The upper floors were filled with various private play rooms. But those who frequented the hotel knew there were also rooms on the 2nd and 3rd basement levels.

The basement levels contained special rooms catered to those wanting to immerse themselves in realistic plays. The rental fees were steep, but it didn’t pose a problem for Noah. Especially since he didn’t know when he’d be able to come back after marrying Ian (in other words, this might be the last time with Alex), he wanted to make this occasion special. Noah suddenly thought, “Ah, is this what they call a bachelor party in movies and dramas?”

In any case, Noah was currently in one of the 2nd basement rooms, seated in a chair with handcuffs on, while Alex had stepped out to prepare for their play. This special room Noah had used before had a dim, gray-toned interior, with prison cells and various restraints like shackles and whips.

Noah had wanted to try the role of a criminal arrested by the police, and this room was perfect for that kind of police and criminal roleplay. Plus, he didn’t know when he’d be able to come back after the marriage.

“Let’s see… Noah Fox?”

Alex finally returned to the room, ready to begin their play.