Page 23 of All Tied Up

“Yes, Sir.” Every time Neil said those works, Sebastian could see him sinking further into his boy role. It was delicious.

“Good boy,” Sebastian told him, just to see that shy smile again.

Neil beamed, looking like it was a dream come true.

Sebastian told him to enjoy his evening, echoed by Jamie, then he firmly closed the door behind him. He could see that Jamie was about to start talking, but Neil could still hear them. “I believe someone’s on laundry duty,” he said first.

Jamie huffed, and Sebastian took advantage of his open mouth to give him a devouring kiss. Jamie was his first priority, forever and always.

When they got downstairs, they could talk about playing with another sub. But Sebastian had already decided that he wanted to give this lost boy, with his silver-and-amber-flecked beard and expensive suit, a weekend to remember.

Unfortunately Sebastian still had plenty of work to do, as the clock inched toward 8:30. He’d assigned Jamie to half an hour of folding laundry, which resulted in no fewer than twenty griping texts and dirty innuendos.

That was the highlight of his afternoon, other than imagining dirty things about Jamie and Neil together—mostly aided by Jamie’s texts. Sebastian had fetched things for guests, unloaded a grocery delivery and prepped some bread dough for the morning, sent Jamie off to inspect a leaky faucet in one of the cabins and left a message for a certified plumber to fix it when Jamie couldn’t, carried the supplies for tonight’s event to the basement, and a dozen other small, endless tasks.

He generally enjoyed them, though. He liked the variety of each day bringing new tasks and new people. He enjoyed the domesticity of laundry and baking, the pleasure of seeing inviting bedrooms and a laden breakfast table. And there was something soothing about the underlying consistency of it—that people came and went, but he and Jamie had put down roots to be a foundation for all of the endless travelers.

Hosting the kinky weekends for Cuffd lent a new air to it, making his dream of comfort and exploration more personal. This was his community, and he got to give them a safe space to love, live, and be themselves.

He couldn’t help but smile when a young man in dinosaur pajamas wandered down the stairs looking hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he belonged. The boy had to be in his twenties, with blondish-brown hair and a lanky build. He was holding his stuffed dinosaur like it was a lifeline.

Sebastian hadn’t seen any other littles, and sometimes being the only one of anything— even in an affirming space—took a lot of courage. He was about to call out a greeting, but the boy lifted a finger to his lips, eyes roving over the atrium.

Ahhhh… So he was looking for someone specific. A quick glance up showed a dark-haired man sitting on one of the cozy chairs near the back. He wasn’t dressed up like everyone else in suits or leather or anything revealing, just jeans and a t-shirt. But there was a discreet navy blue bag sitting beside him that Sebastian would bet held juice boxes and baby wipes. The perfect outfit for a very different kind of Daddy than Sebastian wanted to be.

Sebastian waved his hand to get the little dinosaur’s attention and then pointed with his chin toward the waiting Daddy. The smile that broke out over the boy’s face said everything.

Sebastian retreated to his office when the Daddy started coaxing the boy toward his lap, their voices rising and falling in soft, pleased murmurs. He loved the idea that this space could be the beginning of something special for them.

But retreating from the check-in desk left Sebastian drifting back to his computer and going through the budget again, line by line. It was wearying, and the last thing he should be thinking about with a sexy boy—or maybe two—waiting for him tonight. He just kept hoping something would leap out at him. No matter how he played with the financial plans, he couldn’t change anything enough to make a difference.

They were going to make it through this season, but that would be close. After that, bookings would naturally decrease in the fall, and they didn’t have the reserves for that. He needed to seriously consider putting the lodge on the market, even though it would break his heart.

The service bell on the check-in desk dinged, breaking Sebastian from his tangled thoughts. It really was time to put this all away and switch gears to the much more pleasant prospects of the evening. He saved his work, symbolically closed his laptop, and headed out.

The guest was young, with thick black eyeshadow and more piercings and tattoos than skin on display. He looked tough and edgy, probably a delightful handful. He certainly didn’t seem the least bit hesitant about standing in the lobby, on full display to the wall of glass that extended up three stories, dressed in nothing but a pair of black shorts that clung to his round ass and outlined the swell of his cock.

“Hey, mate,” the sub greeted him cheerfully with a charming Australian accent. “We’re supposed to meet somewhere now, right?”

“Yep, down the stairs, take a left, or a right if you use the elevator. You’re early, but help yourself to the cheese and crackers. Jamie should be down soon to get things started if he’s not already there.”

“Thanks, mate. Oh, one question. Shoes? I know the dress code for the event was dungeon, but I have some boots if I need to wear them for, like, health regulations or something.”

Sebastian's lips twitched. Tough and edgy until it came to health code compliance. Sebastian was always fascinated by the contradictions that made up people, and the tattooed sub seemed like he had a heart of gold. You really never could tell by looking.

“No health code inspections tonight,” he smiled. “You’ll have Daddies all over you.”

“Are you going to join us?” the sub asked, direct and to the point, dark-lidded eyes holding out a hopeful invitation.

“I’ll be there,” Sebastian replied easily, not promising anything.

“See you, then.” The boy gave him a brief wave and headed down the stairs.

Sebastian couldn’t help but watch his ass, especially when the boy had clearly invited the attention. His shorts highlighted the lean, firm curves, just perfect for a good spanking.

This was the type of boy he and Jamie usually went for. Fun, uncomplicated, and clear on what he wanted. Sebastian considered mentioning him to Jamie, in case Neil didn’t work out or they ended up inviting in two different playmates this weekend.

Usually the idea would have sparked excitement, but Sebastian only felt a vague disappointment and it took him a moment to place it.