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I heated up some instant noodles while I showered and got dressed for going out. I wasn’t wearing my actual “going out” clothes because it wasn’t that kind of an outing, but I still wanted to look nice. After staring into my closet for-freakin-ever, I put on jeans that were just snug enough around my ass to make it pop and a T-shirt that had a rubber ducky on it with the saying “Bathtime is the best time...” I figured that was a subtle hint of my submissive side without being overly Little.
By the time I walked into Primal and filled out my guest pass information, I was a nervous wreck. Brayden and his friends were happy to see me and supportive of having me there. They all knew it was my first time, and they wanted to show me the ropes, but I didn’t want to be a burden to them all night.
Those guys were there to bid, and if I was going to get a feel for things, I needed to see them in action.
2
JAMES
“Thanks so much for coming in tonight, James. You know we always appreciate you.” Julian gave me a hug and then walked me to the employee lounge.
“I’m happy to do it.” I threw my jacket and bag with a change of clothes in the locker then turned to my friend.
He and his husband Michael owned a private kink club called Primal. Now and then, they asked me to help out with security. I’d been a private security contractor for the past seven years, but usually for high-profile executives and pseudo-celebrities. Anytime there was a bigwig in town, death threats came out of the woodwork, and my company was one of the premier agencies for physical security in the city.
That required me to spend a lot of time in the gym when I wasn’t actually with the client. So the days I helped out Julian and Michael were the only times I had an excuse to interact with others in the kink community.
I had a few Daddy friends, but no one I kept close contact with. More like acquaintances than anything else. Tonight, Primal was hosting a Daddy auction, where boys and Littles could choose a Daddy to spend the evening with. It was a good way to see if people had any chemistry while being in a controlled environment. Primal had an elaborate set-up for age play with a full-on playroom and private rooms that could be rented with or without surveillance to make sure things didn’t ever get out of hand. I appreciated that the staff here took security so seriously.
Not every club did, and the results could be tragic at times.
It was just after seven when people started filing in. Officially, my job for the night was to just fade into the background and make sure nobody got into an uncomfortable situation. On regular member nights, the crowd was pretty mellow because they vetted applicants extremely well before allowing them to become a member. But on special-event nights like this, they opened it up to the public, allowing limited access. But the vetting was much less thorough. Just a cursory credit and background check to make sure there weren’t any warrants or predator tags on a file before they let people in.
A group of four boys walked in, and my interest was immediately piqued. Three of them looked familiar. I’d probably seen them around at previous events. But the last guy, the one who was not dressed in Little clothing at all, was new.
I would have recognized that spiky brown hair and his dimples if I’d seen them before. He wasn’t wearing any obvious age-play attire, but even from across the room, I had to smile at his T-shirt.
Bath time, huh? I liked a good bath. Especially when I was sitting on the outside of it, scrubbing down a dirty boy and making sure all his parts were squeaky clean.
I kept my eye on him, even as I scanned the room for trouble. The auction started with one of the sadists I’d heard a lot about. He was a favorite with the brats because he could dole out the kind of punishment they craved.
Personally, that wasn’t my style.
Not that I was opposed to a spanking when needed, but I believed in a softer touch most of the time. Timeouts and speech restrictions were more my style. But finding a boy who not only appreciated but could really thrive under that kind of supervision and guidance wasn’t easy. Brats were hella cute and fun to watch other Daddies deal with. But I didn’t have the energy for that. I wanted to be listened to when I wanted to be listened to, and I wanted playtime when it was time to play.
Which was why I would probably be alone forever.
Ducky, as I’d started to think of the cute boy in the shirt, wandered over to the refreshment stand, leaving his friends sitting with their legs crossed at the front of the room, watching as Daddy candidates were paraded on and off the stage.
So far, the bids had all started at a hundred bucks and were ending in the four to five hundred dollar range. The funny thing about this auction was that the Littles did the bidding, but the Daddies footed the bill. The money went to a local LGBTQ+ youth center, so it was a great cause no matter where the money came from.
But Julian and Michael knew it wasn’t easy for Littles to spend time with Daddies they didn’t know… and Daddies didn’t like their Littles paying for things, so this model just seemed to work for them.
Two boys at the front were in a bit of a bidding war and were getting loud, so I kept my eyes on them until the Daddy on stage agreed to split his night with both of them. That calmed them both down, and I turned back to Ducky to see what he was up to. The cutie was holding a Capri Sun up his chest as a man I didn’t recognize chatted him up.
At first, I felt a hint of disappointment that he was already taken, but as I watched them, I could tell that Ducky was backing away, cowering from the guy who just kept inching closer and closer until he was hovering above him.
Just as I took a step toward them to make sure everything was okay, the man reached for Ducky’s neck and cuffed it with a firm grip.
Ducky winced and tried to pull away, and that was all I needed to see.
I raised my right hand to get the attention of the two other security staff and then grabbed the dude by his bicep, yanking him away from the boy. “I think it’s time for you to go, buddy.”
“What the fuck, man? We’re just having a conversation.” He looked over at Ducky with a hard stare. “Tell him we’re good.”
I briefly glanced at Ducky and could see the tears welling in his eyes. “Well, I’m not good, and you need to get the fuck out of here.”
Sarge appeared on my side and grabbed the guy by his other arm.
