Lothair observed me, his lips quirking. “Don’t worry, Terrance. Most people in this room will be sporting boners for half of the evening. It’s part of the fun.”
He wasn’t trying to hide. He stood with his legs parted, one elbow on the bar, his other hand on his hip. His pants were tented.
Predictably, Lothair was well endowed.
“Relax,” he said, and I snapped my head up.
Did I just check out a client’s hard-on?
He thrust my drink at me and took a gulp from his.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” He blew a kiss at the bartender and gestured for me to follow him.
I sniffed the Manhattan. “This is strong.”
“I know, right? Pity we can’t get smashed. Let’s go look at the exhibit.”
Was there an exhibit? Something told me it wouldn’t be modern furniture or recent scientific breakthroughs.
We rounded a pillar, and the view of the ballroom below opened. Pole dancers on elevated platforms twirled in every corner. Their golden body paint and flowing movements made them look like burning torches.
Lothair descended three steps into the pit of the ballroom, and the crowd seemed to part for him. He headed to the center, where a throng of people surrounded a stage.
A round platform, maybe seven feet above the ground, dominated the place. A glass barrier shielded it from all sides, making it impossible to scale or jump over—for a human, at least.
On top of the stage stood a circular bed.
I squinted through the shimmering air, disbelieving.
The scent of heat was real.
A couple sat on the bed; the alpha was massive and muscular, his dark skin painted with a golden sheen. In his lap writhed a slender, pale omega boy, golden handprints all over his smooth body. He threw his head back and cried out, the noise drowned out by the music and chatter.
They were fucking. And the omega was in heat.
I stared, transfixed.
The size difference, the different shades of their skin, their beauty, the scents… A moving bulge distorted the omega’s stomach. With my eyesight, I could discern the drops of pearly heat cum bubbling up from his slit and dribbling down his sweet little cock. He was young. Twenty-two or twenty-five? His face the picture of ecstasy, he reached back to clutch at the alpha’s neck and arm. His climax went on and on…
Caspian had an omega in heat as a decoration at his party.
It seemed the wild rumors hadn’t been so far from reality.
The alpha flipped the boy, throwing him onto all fours, and he pumped his hips hard. He pulled the tiny omega onto his huge cock, and the boy shrieked, his cum spraying the bed. The giant knotted the boy for all to see.
They rolled again. Full and sated, the omega curled up in the alpha’s embrace. With how they sat with their legs spread, the omega’s stretched rim peeked out above the alpha’s big balls. The alpha’s cum was leaking out. They rocked together lazily, and the alpha kissed the boy’s head.
I gulped my drink, my hand shaking. My dick throbbed, but I felt less awkward about it when I saw all the horny people around me, palming their groins and groping each other.
“Gorgeous,” Lothair said next to me as if we were admiring a sculpture.
Suddenly, three men approached us from the side.
“Lothair! Fashionably late as always.”
“Caspian, Robert, nice to see you.” He raised his eyebrows at the third man, a small, scantily clad omega wedged between the two alphas.
“Oh, this is Julio. Our muse.” Caspian kissed the omega’s temple, and Robert patted his butt.
