“Come on, then.” Carter rose from his chair, stepping back to allow John room to do the same. “This way.”
Carter purposely kept his hands to himself as he lead John over to the stairs, long legs forcing John to jog to keep up. He didn’t want any confusion as to whether or not John had followed him of his own volition.
“Keep up,” he said over his shoulder, smirking.
Stepping into the third floor of Club Thorn, Carter took in the wide hallway in front of him. It stretched the length of the building, with five doors spaced out evenly on either side. Behind each door was a playroom with an attached bathroom, each with its own unique theme.
John wondered which room Max had reserved for him.
“Mr. Peterson, how good to see you again, sir,” Lewis, the floor manager on duty for the private rooms greeted them. Lewis was a short man, with a pretty face and a protruding belly that seemed to get bigger every time Carter saw him.
“Good to see you, Lewis. How are things?”
“Very good, sir. Are you ready to check into your room?”
“Sure am. Which one did Max end up picking?”
“The black room, though if you’d like the medical office and classroom are still available.”
Carter looked down at John. The younger man was standing next to him, arms crossed nervously across his chest, biting his lip as he looked down the hallway.
“What do you think?” Carter asked.
“What’s the black room?” John asked, sounding intrigued.
“It’s a room with a dungeon theme. Lots of leather and bondage toys, as well as some of the nastier implements you’ll find in this place.”
John didn’t look put off by the mention of implements, and Carter’s balls tightened.
“And the medical office? What kind of stuff do you do there?”
Carter grinned, unable to help himself from reaching out and snagging John by the back of his neck. He pulled him into his side, curling his arm around the back of his neck and tucking him under his shoulder as he spoke.
“You play doctor.”
“It’s for medical play,” Lewis broke in. “It comes equipped with an examination table—including stirrups and restraints—and an array of tools and equipment primarily used for anal and urethral stretching.”
“Urethral stretching?” John asked, looking at Lewis with a horrified expression.
“You like the sound of that?” Carter asked, looking down at John’s upturned face with a lecherous grin. “Being tied down to the examination table with your legs spread wide while I fuck your cock with a metal rod?”
“I think… maybe let’s not start there?”
Carter laughed, turning his attention to Lewis. “The black room is fine. Cameras off like always.”
“Very well. You can go right on in. The room is ready for you, and if you need anything just give me a call.”
“Thank you, Lewis,” Carter said, giving the man a nod before leading John down the hall. He kept his arm around John’s neck, practically holding him in a headlock, but John wasn’t complaining.
Carter couldn’t wait to see how else the younger man would let himself be manhandled.
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