Tallis hums and cups the side of my face, allowing me to melt into his touch. “There’s only one thing you’re supposed to be wearing, little treat. Are you?”
My blush deepens as heat rushes through my whole body. As per Tallis’s instruction, Daddy August’s butt plug is nestled in my ass, making my hole throb in anticipation. Traveling over here with it in made me feel like I had the most salacious secret.
“Yes, Master,” I tell him breathlessly.
“Good boy,” he replies. I feel like I’ve been waiting years to hear those words again, even though it’s not even been two weeks.
“Do you want to know what your surprise is?” August asks eagerly. His enthusiasm is infectious, and I feel a burst of such strong affection for him, it almost snatches my voice away.
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage to say.
“We’ve invited some friends over for a party,” Tallis explains, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “A banquet, more precisely. We have plenty of food and wine, but what they’re most hoping to feast on is you, little treat.”
I blink, unsure what he’s saying. “Okay,” I say, my pulse racing as I try and go over the possibilities. But Tallis continues to explain.
“Our friends are all Daddies we’ve met on the scene. When we explained that we wanted to show off our brand new boy to prove how excited we are that he belongs to us, they agreed it would be fun to join in. So the plan is to get you changed into something delicious, introduce you to them so they can play with you for a bit while we watch. Then they will watch on as your Daddy and I fuck you until we come all together.”
If I thought my heart was beating fast before, now it feels like it’s trying to hammer its way out of my chest. That’s a lot to process and my thoughts are lurching between confusion and raging horniness. What he’s suggesting…it sounds incredible. But I could hardly believe both Tallis and August would be that interested in me. Is he really telling me there’s a room full of men waiting just for me?
“Or,” August jumps in as I stand there with my jaw hanging. “We can go join the party, but you just have sex with me and our Master. Or we can watch the others playing and wait to have our fun when we’re alone.”
“Or we can call them all cabs now if you hate the idea that much,” Tallis adds. His voice is so warm and his touch on my face still reassuring, it doesn’t leave much room for me to let my anxiety get the better of me.
If I really wanted to call the whole thing off, I know they’d do it. More to the point, I know they wouldn’t be mad at me, either. That reassurance makes me feel so special and taken care of already.
I do feel like I need to get all the facts before I make a decision, though. Because, like everything since I answered Tallis’s ad, this feels too good to be true.
“Um, if they’re all Daddies, who would they have sex with if not me?”
Tallis gives me an easy, lopsided shrug. “One of them brought his doll. They’re a couple who love sharing at parties and the boy will happily let anyone his Daddy wants to fuck him. He’s also here to help warm you up, if you’d like to play with him.”
“He’s very pretty,” August assures me. I’m not entirely sure I understand everything they’re saying, but if there’s a backup plan, that makes me feel less overwhelmed already.
Tallis frowns slightly. “Not as pretty as our little treat, though, Augie Pie,” he says, making my heart soar.
August gives me a look that’s beyond fondness. It’s adoration as he slips his hand against mine and squeezes. “Of course not. Our baby boy is the most beautiful.”
Their praise is helping calm my worries down. They’ve given me so many options, I can’t make a wrong choice. I just have to make the best choice forme.
“So we could watch the Daddies playing with this human doll?” I clarify.
“And some of them are switches,” Tallis explains, like we’re discussing a grocery list. “Unless you want to send them all home—which is still an option—there are many ways this orgy can happen.”
I giggle at the word ‘orgy.’ It seems like something from a fantasy in an ancient time. But isn’t that what both these menhave been giving me since we met? Fantasies coming to life. And their togas certainly seem to imply that the ancient vibes are intentional.
“And if I did want to play with these guys—the Daddies and the boy doll—you’d enjoy watching that?” I ask.
Tallis’s expression becomes feral so fast it makes me gasp. “Do you remember when we first met, little treat? At the café?”
I take a second to try and think straight, which is difficult with the way my hard cock is throbbing in my jeans and my mouth has gone dry. “Oh, you said you enjoyed watching me eat,” I recall, my cheeks heating.
We both clearly got off on that with other people around us, and they weren’t even specifically watching us. They were just there.
What would it be like to have my Daddy and my Master stare at me while other men pleasure themselves with my body? Then for them to fuck me while those same strangers watch?
I think I already know the answer, or at least can imagine it, from the way I’m trembling and overheating with excitement.
Hot as all hell, that’s what it sounds like.