“Don’t you have to go do stuff in back?” I asked.
“You trying to chase me away?” Sugar smiled, but I got the impression something was going on by the way he squirmed, almost guiltily.
“No, you’re welcome to sit with us. I was just curious.”
The music changed and a large, muscled man stalked out with a smaller man who didn’t look nearly as confident to be on the stage with him.
“Welcome Adonis and Stardust!” the MC blared over the sound system, and people clapped, though not as much as they had for Yahya, but that was a hard act to follow. Sugar’s entire body slouched toward the floor as Adonis and the other man danced. By the end of the set, Adonis had Stardust, who I couldn’t help but notice had the same type of build as Sugar, on the floor while he basically simulated fucking him without much more than a scrap of a thong between his cock and the man’s ass. Sugar leaned over and gave Max another hug, which Max accepted without moving, and then was on his feet. He came to me.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to sit with your boy.” He pecked my cheek, and then walked in such a way, it gave the impression he was attempting to not run toward a door at the side of the stage. He glared at Adonis and Stardust on the floor, doing his best to make a fake “oh!” face, before he vanished out of sight.
“What was that about?” I leaned forward to ask Max, but he only shrugged.
We watched a few more acts and tension entered Max’s position. It wasn’t as easy as many people thought to sit straight and at attention. I watched him fight through his service, work to listen to my orders.
“You’re Daddy’s good boy,” I leaned forward to say when sweat was glistening like jewels on his back.
He glanced at me and smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.”
A slim blond man covered head to tiny pink booty shorts in body glitter stopped at our table. “Are you Master Jean-Paul?”
“Yes, can I help you?”
“Vic sent me,” he said simply. “Are you ready for your room?”
I nodded and stood. “Let’s go, boy,” I said. “Bring your pillow.”
Max climbed to his feet slowly, like maybe his knees had taken a beating from keeping to the position for so long, and I almost swooped in to grab the pillow, but he did it himself and beat me to it. I took his hand and together we trailed after the shiny man into the hallway that held the back rooms. I laughed when I realized where he was taking us.
“Vic must be confused.”
“Why?”
I only shook my head as the man opened the door on one of the more popular playrooms, outfitted with what I considered hardcore gear, or at least it was full of things I hadn’t thought to try out with Max yet. I led the way inside. On the wall to my left was a T-cross, and on my right was the more traditional St. Andrew’s cross. Across from the doors were shackles embedded in the wall, and the entire room had a pleasant pine-fresh clean scent. The black paint on the walls highlighted the dark nature of some of the uses this room could be put to, with the right Dom and sub. Max walked around the space, and his breath picked up as he studied the larger items.
“Choose something, boy,” I said, closing and locking the door. I leaned against the wall and studied my boy as he paced. Mostly he seemed curious.
“Daddy, what do you want?”
“We’re here for you to explore.”
He pouted at me, but I was determined he should at least pick what he wanted to play with because that would be where his control of this situation began and ended. I was surprised when he stopped at a baker’s rack tucked in a corner. There were toys laid out on each shelf, but I couldn’t quite see what had snagged his interest.
“Daddy, what is this?” he asked and turned toward me.
I walked over and couldn’t help myself when I was behind him—I grasped his hips and dragged him back against my body, thrusting my trapped cock against him. At some point the dancing bodies and my boy at my feet had made me hard. He mewled out a beautiful, needy sound.
“Oh,” I said and picked up a latex wrap he pointed out. “This is for an easy-release partial mummification, with hooks and eyes along the back rather than using latex strips that would require scissors. A full latex wrap would be tighter, and you wouldn’t be able to move much. With the strips, I’d have to be careful not to wrap you too tight to cut off circulation, but that shouldn’t be an issue with this.”
His eyes practically sparkled as he turned in my arms until he could split his attention between me and the toys. He looked at the shiny black latex in awe. “Immobile? Like… how? It looks so nice and new and clean,” he whispered and ran his fingertips over the material.
I shrugged. “Latex is popular in some crowds, but it’s not the type of thing most people would gooutto do. There’s every chance no one has touched it yet.”
He glanced at me. “Do you know how to do that thing… mummification? Like… could we maybe—” He licked his lips, and a sweet pink took over his cheeks. “—try it sometime?”
The latex specifically wasn’t appealing to me. No, what got my stomach hot and my cock heavy was the fact that Max would be totally in my power in that scenario. I would decide when he was released, which parts of him to leave uncovered—maybe his tight hole and not his cock. Maybe the other way around. He would be a sex toy. My sex toy.Daddy’s fuck doll.
“Yes.”
