Iron (Orson) Doom Interview. He's A Dom

“Welcome, Mr. Doom. May I call you Iron? I know what your real name is, but I am respecting your preference.”

“Thank you, Jack.” Iron nodded wondering how this was going to play out. A University guest episode on one of their regular podcast venues that dealt with pop culture happenings was one thing. Now that he knew the traditional format had been altered to accommodate a guest like him? He wasn’t sure what to expect.

The audience male to female ratio was slightly daunting. A thirty to seventy percent split favoring the women. Add to this fact that the interviewer was a man who taught a course in domination within modern society and anything could happen.  

“Our audience has submitted a few questions for you. Please keep in mind these are students and they can be a little rough.”

Iron scanned the crowd in the closed auditorium. There had to be twenty levels up and the place was packed. Now that he had a look, he was scaling back on that thirty to seventy split too. It was more like ninety-ten.

“I like rough providing my partner can handle it.”

The laughter and whistles that followed was almost deafening, so Jack had to address the rules first. “A reminder,” he called out looking down at the floor before he lifted his head and turned to the audience when they quieted. Was this a patented power move? “Applause is welcome, but please keep the time and length appropriate.”

Iron got the message. Jack didn’t think he was that funny. Good to know. The guy regarded him as a threat.

“How long did it take you and your pedestrian—I think I read that correctly—helper to crack the case?”

The boos that ensued made him chuckle. It also told him this crowd wasn’t here to learn about the bio-security breakthrough The Complex had made. “The lady was more than a pedestrian.”

“Civilian.”

“Don’t do that,” he said in a low tone that got the audience’s immediate attention as they piped down. “Civilian is not the correct term. Sorry, but we're not military. The lady was an elite community prospect and an individual who outperformed most of my colleagues. Partner would be a better form of reference to the job scope.”

Jack gave a curt nod and repeated the question with the right terminology.

That’s when Iron inclined his head and the interview began. “It took us exactly three months and eight days. A timeframe that stands on the shoulders of the men and women who had worked the same investigation for years. We couldn’t have done it without them.”

“Team effort.” Jack spoke to the audience. “We understand that, but in the news there was a rather large nod given to your elite prospect partner.” Now he looked at him. “Some see this as a step-up in future security structure, much like the inception of Guardian Angel’s in New York City, or the first stirrings of neighborhood watch in the suburbs. Was this partnership testing those waters?”

Someone yelled out—He can guard me. I’ll be his angel.—and laughter followed.

Jack ignored the outburst, as a warning light flashed at the back of the stage for the audience to behave. When they did, Iron sat forward.

“Let’s just say my partner brought a new perspective from a different walk of life. A way to blaze a new trail. Sometimes you have to loosen up the landscape in order to cause grass roots to grow.” He turned toward the audience and found a face to focus on, giving her a half grin. “Either that or you cause a landslide and roots that ordinarily would never see the light of day, are left basking in the sun.”

When the crowd stood up cheering and clapping, Jack dramatically ripped the first page of questions from his clipboard and crumpled it up.

Was he ditching on them?

“Alright. That was a great answer and now that your fan club is forming, I’d like to ask you some random audience questions to keep them happy.”

Iron tried not to smile. Mission accomplished. The Complex was probably sighing with relief listening to this. They didn’t want anyone focusing in on the details of their discovery too closely. That’s why he’d agreed to this limited Q and A that was sure to be a D/s educational hazing extravaganza while Jack dug for some dirty for them. Smart and young was a nearly unbeatable combination.

He quickly checked his watch and figured now was the time to get The Complex' biggest plug in, before he was grilled about his personal lifestyle.

He watched Jack for a second and then asked loudly for the audience, “You understand what the difference is, don’t you?”

The man looked up from examining what question to hit Iron with first, and frowned. “Excuse me?” 

“The answer to why we needed an outside prospect to help us. The people I work with attacked the science of discovery on this case a different way. We opted to let people who cared about the different facets of the problem into our circle to help solve it. Emotional investment is not overrated.”

Jack slowly lowered the clipboard. Was he changing his adversarial position here? “What a quote, Iron.” He turned to the audience and asked, “How many times have we explored the payload exchange of emotional versus physical in our power position studies?”

Well, he tried. Jack was going straight to the dirty.

After the scholar spoke about a few examples from previous lectures on the topic as it pertained to internal relationships and not external, which was Iron’s whole point, he turned to him to ask, “We’re ready to begin with our random curiosity format. Are you good?”

He was actually. He inclined his head. “Sure.”

“Were you really screwing your partner during the white lightning flash event on the eighth floor of The Salt Lick building?”

And maybe Jack wasn’t coming around. He was unabashedly staring at Iron, waiting for what? A reaction or an answer?

He'd give him both.

Iron grinned, and looked at the audience, speaking in a confident drawl, “You heard about that did you?”

The crowd went crazy. There were whistles and howls, a few stomps, and plenty of thunderous claps, as a chant started slowly at first, and then picked up speed.

“Truth. Truth. Truth.”

He sat back while Jack was forced to stand and manage his shitty move. This was sort of fun. He was glad Willa wasn’t here though, because what he was going to say next might embarrass her.

“Alright. Quiet. Quiet,” Jack repeated talking into the microphone he had to pull down from one of the booms in the auditorium in order to be better heard. “Let the man answer.”

When the crowd ignored Jack's order, Iron didn’t hesitate. He got up and stood beside him, leaning into the silver circle that dangled in front of them, and said loud, fast, and clear, “Yes.”

Bam!

That silenced them all.

He turned and walked back to his seat. Once there, he adjusted his shirt and the tuck it made into his belt area while he waited for Jack to rejoin him.

He was feeling pretty good while poor Jack looked like he'd seen a ghost. He gave him a ‘sorry about your luck, buddy’ nod, and said, “Next question?”

Jack looked down at the clipboard and then back up at him as though it just came to him. “I’m allowed one follow-up question to your answer according to our rules.”

Iron held his steady gaze.  “If you need clarity. Do you?”

It was as if the whole crowd was holding their breath. A few seconds ticked by and then Jack didn't blink when he answered, “Yes.”

That reply hung between them like a death knell. The silence was deafening all around them. Swelling. Threatening. That’s when Iron figured why not? His interest was piqued. He eased back in his seat.

“Go ahead,” he said with an smile. “I dare you.”

(End of the first half of the interview)

Ha, ha. Iron is in for an interesting ride with this interview. The second half of it will be posted September 15th 2026.

Hey, you know, halfway in to reading this, I started to see that this was more about the two guys on the stage battling it out, than it was about the audience and their pre-submitted questions. Why? Jack (the interviewer) got to go through all the audience questions first and the one he comes out with for his top choice is that one?

That guy *Shakes head* It’s as if Jack is in fear of losing his position on campus as the big dog instructor in power positioning or something?

Anyways, Iron does a great job on keeping a handle on things.  He makes it fun, and personally, I think he should be paid more by The Complex, but that's just my thing as Willa is earning a fortune. Don't tell Iron how much though, because she's funding a few small countries with her legitimately earned dough.

*I pause here as I file my nails and blow a big fat pink bubble gum-bubble in no one's direction to loudly pop before I side-eye you. *

What? Don't look at me like that. A girl has to have her pet projects that may have her guy working overtime, but is it her fault? No. Not it is not, because he never speaks about his real dangerous work and she's good at it.

Heheheh, right? 

I would say this book is a cross between RELUCTANT SURRENDER AND PROVOKED. As in Iron is willing to be the teacher providing Willa excels in class and remains eager to learn. Psst... they are sexual risk takers, but only one of them leads - no matter how much she tries. *Insert me twirling my handlebar mustache here * I do love it when a plan comes together.

Anyone else have some evil plans coming to fruition? Let me know.

As always, thanks for stopping by!

I can't wait for you to meet Iron and Willa! I lub them!

Riley