It feels real.
Tallis and August haven’t brought me here to pretend. They want me to believe everything they’re telling me about their feelings for me. This setup is lavish and audacious, not cheesy or cheap. It serves a purpose.
It’s giving us the freedom to fully embrace and explore our desires. The mood lighting, music and costumes allow us all to step into a different headspace, which is the core of most kinks. Every day, people put on particular clothes like they’re putting on armor. Whether that’s a uniform or an expensive suit or a killer pair of heels, they all help people to feel a certain way.
If this party felt like a joke, I’d have a harder time believing that the men who have been invited here were genuinely interested in me. But the whole point is for Tallis and August to prove to me that I’m desirable. That they want to show me off because they’re proud to call me theirs. By creating this ancient, intimate setting, my Master and Daddy have opened a gateway for me so I can leave behind the doubts that plague me in the cold light of day. All that matters is how I feel right now, in this wonderland they’ve created.
I quiver in anticipation.
Several men pause what they’re doing to turn and look our way, and I don’t just mean eating, drinking and talking. There’s an older man, a Daddy I assume, currently seated on a white chaise lounge that I don’t remember being there before. In his lap is a truly stunning younger guy who has to be the doll. I see what Tallis meant now. His face is flawlessly done with make-up, and his curls almost don’t look real under the laurel wreathperched on them. His exposed skin shimmers with glitter and he has several circular gold bangles on his wrists and ankles.
He’s also the only other one in the room aside from me draped solely in the floaty gauze, so I can see that his anatomy is male. However, his energy is extremely feminine, not just because of the make-up. It’s the subtle way he’s flexing his hands and the angle of his tilted chin. I know enough about the concept of the male gaze as well to appreciate that to-be-looked-at is to be considered feminine in a traditional sense. Submissive.
All the other men have some kind of toga piece, ranging from loincloths like August to full robes, covering their modesty. At least for now. Both mine and this other boy’s exposed bodies signal that we are here to be coveted. To be touched and claimed.
I wonder if Tallis and August knew that having another submissive here would make me feel less pressured. I’m sure plenty of guys would become threatened or jealous. But seeing him only makes me feel relieved that everyone’s enjoyment isn’t only down to me.
Especially considering what they were doing when we walked into the room.
The older man on the sofa has a distinguished look about him with his square jaw and salt-and-pepper hair as he reclines, the beautiful boy propped against his chest between his legs. The boy is perfectly still—like a doll would be—despite the fact that up until the moment I walked in, he had one Daddy swallowing his cock and another Daddy sucking his nipple. I assume it’s the boy’s own Daddy on the chaise lounge with him, his hand wrapped around the boy’s neck as he whispers in his ear.
So. Fucking.Hot.
“This must be the star of the show,” a different Daddy comments from near the dining table. He’s also got silver in his hair, but I’d guess he’d probably be at least ten years younger than the Daddy with the doll.
He walks toward me, another man’s arm in his, but neither of them give off a particularly submissive air, even though they seem like a couple. Interesting. Maybe they’re like Tallis and August—two slightly different Doms who play with subs when they want to explore that dynamic.
I don’t really need to know the ins and outs. The only thing that matters is that they’re here to play with me now. I try not to shy away from their attention.
“He does look delicious,” the second Daddy comments as they stop in front of us and look me up and down.
I don’t want to stare in case it’s not polite, but this Daddy has a prosthetic blade attached just under his knee. The amputation doesn’t bother me at all. I’m just intrigued by the way the prosthetic has been so beautifully decorated to look like the laurel wreaths a few of the men are wearing on their heads. Rather than try and wear something that looks more like his other foot and calf, he’s turned the prosthetic into a work of art, something designed to attract attention.
I love that.
In fact, the vibe from everyone in the room as they approach us is inviting and enticing. Rather than getting overwhelmed, I already feel like I’m being celebrated. Even the doll, who has now stood with the help of his Daddy, has allowed his eyes to fix on me instead of the middle distance like before.
Nowhe’sremarkable. I’d believe that everyone here would be excited to fuck him. It would be so easy to feel envious of his allure. However, my Daddy is still holding my hand, and the gold chain is dangling from my Master’s fingers. All the other men are looking at me like I’m exquisite. Like they can’t wait to get a hold of me.
The other boy isn’t competition. Here’s here to help his Daddy and all the other Daddies play with me. I feel like he’s a kindred spirit in a way I’ve never experienced before in anysetting. But in this unique scenario, I like the idea of having another clearly experienced sub in it with me.
“Hi,” I say to him breathlessly before glancing around at all the other men. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to talk or not. My Master will tell me if I’m doing anything wrong, though, so I make a promise to myself there and then not to second guess myself for the rest of the night.
“Gentlemen,” Tallis says proudly, making my insides glow as he deftly removes the golden leash. “This is our little treat. We’d like very much to share him with you.”
“Isn’t that generous, Kiki?” the doll’s Daddy mutters in his ear. “Would you like to play with him?”
The boy, Kiki, tilts his head, reminding me of a robot. “Yes, Daddy,” he says, like the older man pulled a string behind his back to make him talk. Kiki steps forward and offers his hands to me. My heart is racing, but I manage not to tremble too much as I slip my palms against his. The boy smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat. “Thank you, Daddy,” Kiki adds.
“I think it’s our generous hosts we should be thanking,” his Daddy says. The older man’s gaze rakes over the two of us hungrily.
It’s the same way everyone’s looking at us. I suddenly feel a little like an animal that’s about to be hunted.
If I end up on the table, glazed with honey and an apple stuffed into my mouth, I probably won’t mind, though. In fact, that sounds divine.
“I think it’s time for this feast to begin,” Tallis announces behind me.
I couldn’t agree more.