Page 28 of All Tied Up

Neil had just frozen, heart beating out of his chest, that Jamie could be so confident and sweet and dirty all at the same time. Because Jamie had cupped Neil’s cock through the thick material while whispering about how all the Daddies would want a taste.

Neil devoutly hoped that Jamie didn’t realize how their whole evening had left him breathless and thinking of all sorts of impossible things. How could he even be thinking about Jamie that way when Neil knew he wanted a Daddy?

More importantly, he knew that Jamie already had a sexy Daddy who was completely off-limits. It was clear that Jamie was just flirting with Neil as part of his naughty persona. He was probably going to tell his Daddy all about it later to get himself a spanking.

Just the thought of it had Neil embarrassingly, and inappropriately, hard in the middle of this bizarre evening of kinky party games.

“Are you going up there?”

Neil turned his head to find the speaker, but he already knew who it was. Sebastian.

Even from an inch away, Neil could feel the heat from his bronzed skin. He didn’t need to look to recall the way his dark jeans clung to his thighs, or the way that the leather chest harness accented his furry pecs and thick belly. He kept wanting to reach out and touch, to see those deep brown eyes smiling at him like he was someone precious. So of course he didn’t look up.

Sebastian hadn’t touched Neil a single time. Yet there was something in his voice that felt like it was wrapping all around Neil like a soft blanket. Or warm, commanding hands.

Sebastian couldn’t possibly know that Neil had gone straight into the bedroom after all of those wonderful commands, filled the bathtub just like he’d been told, and jerked off so hard that he’d practically drowned. Neil’s mind had been filled with images of some Daddy—not Sebastian, definitely not Sebastian—giving him beautiful instructions to spread himself open for inspection, and then ride him while the water sloshed over the edge. And somehow, that imagery had morphed into the idea of Sebastian and Jamie in that bathtub—no, not them, just a burly, Latino Daddy and strong, feminine boy with frosted blond hair—and the way their bodies would look as they gave into the ecstasy of their skin pressed together. He could just imagine their eyes, one pair green, another dark, and…

It was really, really not appropriate.

It was just kind of difficult not to think of it when Sebastian was, well, acting like Neil’s Daddy. Kind of. To help him feel more comfortable, he was sure. Maybe he did this to everyone.

“Well, boy?”

Oh, shit. Right.

All the other subs were walking toward the front of the room.

Neil hadn’t even tried to do the first sub competition. The boys were supposed to crawl across the floor looking sexy, while also holding a cock-shaped chocolate on a stick in their mouths. The other end of the stick was shaped like a spoon, and they were supposed to not spill the water that Jamie poured into it.

The whole thing looked silly and fun for all of the boys participating—there was water all over the floor and chocolate all over their faces—but they were laughing and the Daddies were cheering, and Neil just wished he had the confidence to join them. But crawling across the floor? No. He knew he’d look stupid. He was two decades older than some of them, and he didn’t need to feel his joints popping and his belly hanging down while he was on display for the men he wanted to attract.

The fact that some of the other boys had looked ridiculous had no relationship to his own self-consciousness. They made it look cute.

So he’d sat out and watched their antics, then Sebastian came over to him with his own penis-shaped lollipop and whispered in his ear that he made the chocolate himself and wanted to see if Neil liked it. He’d even suggested taking a lick, eyes focused on Neil’s lips like he was imagining something else.

Neil had just about died.

The only thing that saved him was Jamie announcing the next competition.

That one was fun, too, since he could safely watch from the sidelines. The Daddies each had to say, “Bad boy, stop that or you’ll be punished.” And then in the second round, “Good boy, you deserve a reward.” It was fascinating watching the same words travel down the line.

Some of the Daddies were stern and demanding. Others were flirty and playful.

All of them made shivers race down Neil’s spine.

The hottest one, though, was definitely Sebastian. He’d looked right at Jamie and winked when he delivered the first command. It was like he was inviting Jamie to do something naughty because he couldn’t wait to spank the perky little ass that peeked out of that skirt.

But then, in the second round, Sebastian had looked right at Neil. “Good boy, you deserve a reward.” His eyes had gone warm and gentle, the words falling from his lips like flower petals.

Neil had practically forgotten how to breathe. Probably, he had meant that for Jamie, who’d been standing beside him.

Well, at least Neil knew what it was like now to have a Daddy.

He just couldn’t understand why the two of them were giving him so much attention. Except that he was clearly pathetic, of course, and probably wouldn’t be brave enough to find a Daddy on his own.

“This contest is just words, Neil. You can do it,” Sebastian whispered beside him.

All of the other boys were up at the front now. If he joined them, he’d be the last one and everyone would look at him.