Page 26 of All Tied Up

The boy wore a pair of short leather shorts that Sebastian was almost certain someone had left here at some past play party, so that was surely Jamie’s doing. They clung to Neil’s thighs, the buttons straining over the extra girth of his cock, and Sebastian couldn’t wait to see what they did to his ass.

His thin t-shirt was a pale pink and said sweet boy in gentle calligraphy. No truer words had ever been written. The color set off the faint layer of rosy eyeshadow and shimmering lip gloss that was probably also Jamie’s work. It was barely noticeable, but gave him a soft glow.

Sebastian felt a pulse in his groin at the image of the two boys sitting upstairs, chatting and cuddling while Jamie did Neil’s makeup.

Sebastian was attracted to all types, and generally thought of gender as a social construct that he didn’t have time for. But there was something intensely vulnerable and fierce about men in makeup that always got him going.

The subtle coloring made Neil’s blue eyes bigger, giving him a younger, more open look without trying to hide the soft wrinkles at the corners. Like the sprinkling of gray in Neil’s beard, Sebastian found that he enjoyed the contrasts.

It was one thing for a college kid to embrace the boy role when he was truly young and naive, but an older man testing it out for the first time added a whole new level of delicious tenderness.

Sebastian let his eyes roam over the boy’s frame again, noticing how the shirt hugged his rounded belly that just begged for cuddling. Neil tugged his shirt downward uncomfortably.

“Stop that, boy,” Sebastian corrected automatically. “Don’t you want the Daddies to see how sexy you are?”

Neil sighed. “You don’t have to say that. I know that you and Jamie are trying to make me feel more confident and get involved. And believe me, I really appreciate it. You remind me a lot of my friends Levi and Saul back home.”

Ah, those must be the friends that had filled out the Cuffd profile for him and pushed him to be here now. Jamie had explained a bit about them.

“But you don’t have to go overboard. I know I’m not much to look at, so you don’t need to pretend.” His face was still guarded, almost emotionless.

A thousand thoughts flew through Sebastian’s head. Bending the boy over his knee and reddening his ass until he’d promised not to say such things about himself again. Showering him with praise until he believed it. Kissing each part of his body and telling him how lovely it was.

Since nothing he imagined doing was appropriate right now, he settled for crowding the boy just a bit further into the corner, enjoying how his breath caught and his body went perfectly, pliantly still.

Sebastian breathed his words over his ear. “You’re the sexiest guest here tonight. Any Daddy would be lucky to have you. And you know better than to argue back, don’t you?”

“No, Sir. I mean, yes Sir.” His breath came out in a breathy flutter.

“Good boy.” He pressed an inch closer, the heat of Neil’s body seeping through the finger’s breadth of space between them.

Jamie’s smooth voice cut through the moment, which was probably a damned good thing because Sebastian was getting carried away. He was supposed to be helping Neil find a Daddy first, not nailing him against the wall before he had a chance to talk about it. Or before, you know, they had conversations about interests and limits and what they all wanted.

“May I have your attention, please! Tonight is mostly an opportunity for you all to meet and mingle, but we have a few little games planned to help break the ice.”

Sebastian turned respectfully back toward Jamie, though he’d heard this bit at the last two weekends. Neil stepped forward beside him to hear better. Or maybe, Sebastian thought with a rush of warmth, to stand closer to him.

“No one has to participate, but we hope you all will. These are just for fun, and we’ve got a few prizes sponsored by Cuffd and one of our local toy stores.” Jamie went on a bit about the organizations, then got back to the instructions. “Four games and four winners. If you aren’t playing, you may be asked to judge. Alright, let’s get started. Daddies, to the front!”

With one last look at Neil, Sebastian wandered up to the front of the room. He’d done this competition the last time, so he didn’t listen much as Jamie described the challenge of tying up a chair, shibari-style.

Instead he watched Neil, who was slowly creeping forward to watch the proceedings. His eyes darted to all the other Daddies, drifting downward whenever one of them caught his gaze. Mostly, though, he watched Sebastian.

Sebastian found himself preening a bit. He grabbed a wooden chair from the back wall when he was instructed to, and then watched his competition as Jamie handed out the rope.

“This isn’t going to be pretty,” one of the other Doms complained good naturedly. It was the guy who’d been sitting upstairs, the one who’d already snagged himself the cutie in the dinosaur PJs. “There’s a reason why I like handcuffs or velcro. Snap and you’re done.”

Everyone laughed, even Neil, who’d crept closer but still stood behind the other boys.

Sebastian could tell the Doms who knew their way around a rope. Like him, they’d started by finding the bight or midpoint, then making sure the long lines weren’t twisted.

“Alright, remember the rules. The back, the arms, and all four legs need to be bound, and you need to be able to untie the knots. Two points for the first person to use all their rope. One point for second-fastest. And then each judge can award two points separately or together for the most attractive bondage. Three, two, one, and go!”

It was a silly game, but Sebastian felt his adrenaline pumping. He started at the top center of the chair’s back, then laced the rope downward in a series of intersecting Vs. It would be shitty for actual bondage, far too easy to have one section get pulled too hard without knots to maintain the intended pressure. But he thought it looked pretty good.

Jamie was rousing the boys to chant for each of the Daddies in turn, making sure that they learned everyone’s name. He was brilliant at this type of team bonding stuff since he did it with outdoor adventure groups, and it was fun to see him turn it to naughtier purposes.

Sebastian separated the rope at the chair’s arms, as there wouldn’t be nearly enough otherwise. He made a spiral around each arm, then ran the cord down to the matching leg, still without any knots.