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I flushed at the Dom’s attention but shook my head firmly. “Not likely. I’m not a child or a submissive.” I glanced over at Billy. “Sorry, no offense.”
Billy shrugged. “None taken. The lifestyle isn’t for everyone.” He smiled at David. “But maybe you don’t know what you’re missing.”
“It’s not for me,” I said emphatically.
Michael turned in his chair to regard me closely. “But how do you know, if you’ve never experienced it? A spanking can be very erotic and not even about punishment. It can be one of the most intimate and erotic experiences of your life.”
I took a deep breath. The truth was, I had been curious, ever since Billy had told me he was submissive. Sometimes I wondered how it would feel to give another man complete control over me like that. I couldn’t deny the fact that I was fascinated by the idea of it, no matter what I’d just said. If I was ever going to know, I might have to give into my own desires and do some experimenting. But some other time—I wasn’t brave enough yet. I covered my discomfort and embarrassment by rolling my eyes and smirking.
“Yeah, right.”
Michael and David shared a smile, and then Michael leaned back in his seat and gave me a speculative look. I had the oddest feeling that Michael wasn’t being fooled by me in the least.
“That sounds a bit like a challenge to me, Cruz.” Michael’s voice was silky smooth, but low and deep, almost like a purr. My eyes widened and I let out a little gasp as I felt my cock give a little twitch.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, Master Michael,” Billy said quickly, stepping protectively in front of me. “He’s very strait-laced. You know,” he lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “Vanilla.”
I pushed him aside, frowning. Billy may have meant well, but he could be so irritating sometimes. “Vanilla my ass. Don’t speak for me, Billy. I’m not strait-laced, as you call it, either. I only know what I like, and there’s no fucking way I’d ever enjoy another man spanking my ass.”
There was a shocked silence after I said those words that seemed to ring through the room. I wondered if I’d said too much. These were Doms, after all, and Billy was a sub. Had I just insulted everyone here?
“Shakespeare said something about those who protest too much.” Michael said, shrugging as he arched one perfect brow.
I squirmed at the attention this gorgeous man was giving me, but remained silent, looking down.
David held out a hand to Billy and drew him to his side. “My boy likes everything we do together, don’t you, baby?”
Billy perked up at David’s attention and preened a little. David kissed him on the lips and gestured to the floor. “Now, kneel here beside me, and bring me some luck.”
I was a little embarrassed to see Billy drop quickly and gracefully to his knees beside David, but he looked happy. He sat back on his heels, his knees slightly spread and his palms resting on his thighs. David reached down and ruffled his hair affectionately and pulled him over to rest against his knee. Billy glowed like someone had switched him on from the inside.
I looked up to see Michael Bradley watching me closely. I felt a hot flush travel up my neck, and I looked down at my feet. What the hell was wrong with me? All this talk of spanking and then seeing Billy on the floor by David’s feet made me feel odd and restless. My cock was filling out my tight jeans and I could feel Michael Bradley’s gaze on me. I glanced up and caught an amused smirk on Michael’s face, and I willed the floor to open up and swallow me.
But damn it, anybody would be fascinated by the blissful expression on Billy’s face, and at how peaceful and calm the normally hyper boy had become since sinking down beside David. David had his hand on Billy’s head, gently stroking his hair, and Billy seemed peaceful—and like he was being transported away from the room and onto some other plane of existence altogether. I needed that release in my life too.
However, a playful spanking was one thing, but Billy said this Michael guy was a sadist, and I knew what that word meant. I was pretty sure that wasn’t for me.
I had always liked men, always known I was gay, but I’d never had fantasies about this kind of thing before. Not really. Why was it turning me on so much now to think of David holding Billy down, turning him over his knee and spanking his bare ass while Billy’s strong legs kicked out helplessly behind him? How would that feel? What would it be like?
I had an image of Michael Bradley sitting in a chair, beckoning to me. I’d be naked and vulnerable and walk slowly over to Michael’s side. I would no doubt drag my feet, knowing what I was about to receive. Michael would pull me down across his lap and my naked cock would be pressed tightly to his thighs. I could almost see it and the idea suddenly made me squirm as a shudder passed through me.
Michael would lean over me and say, “Are you ready for Daddy to give you your spanking, baby boy? Cruz?”
“Cruz?” the voice at the table startled me out of my daydream and I jumped. I raised his eyes to see David beckoning to me. “Could you bring us all beers, please?”
I nodded and shot a quick, hot look over at Michael. He was still watching me, his knowing gaze following my every move. I turned and hurried into the kitchen to retrieve the beers, anxious to get away from these unsettling ideas. Daddy? Had I really just imagined him as a Daddy? I was even more anxious for this strange evening to be at an end.
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Michael
I had been interested to see Cruz staring at Billy so intently. What was he thinking? Perhaps it was just passing curiosity on the boy’s part. After all, Cruz had admitted he’d never been a part of the scene and didn’t know the first thing about it. He said he wasn’t interested—but the look in his eyes and the growing bulge in his crotch told a slightly different story.
I wasn’t stupid enough to think you could tell a sub just by looking at them, but sometimes there were clues. Working in a service industry could be a clue, for example—strong emphasis on could—along with having a basic inclination to serve others and receive emotional pleasure from it. Did Cruz feel that way? Was the idea of being submissive to another man exciting to him? Cruz was moving around the table now, serving beers on a tray, keeping his eyes down as he stopped by each man.
When he reached me, he looked up directly into my eyes and stumbled a bit, making the bottles rattle together on the tray. I reached out a hand to steady him and a jolt like something electric passed through us. I knew he felt it too, because I heard Cruz’s sharp intake of breath, and he saw his eyes widen.
“Steady, boy,” I said softly. Cruz glanced up into my eyes, his dark gaze hot and intense, like he was asking for something. He lowered his thick lashes quickly and moved on to the next man, making me wonder if I’d only imagined that intensity.
