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I blink and look around backstage, noting the Daddies participating in the event are lining up and preparing to head on stage.
Lennox walks over, flicking his chin as he approaches. “‘Sup, man? Didn’t think I’d see you back here.”
“Not by choice, I assure you.”
He laughs. “Oh, still can’t say no to Madam, can you?”
“Fuck off.” I flip him the bird. “She called in a favor. Said ‘it’s good for me’ or some other bullshit I’m not buying.”
“Huh,” Lennox hums, rubbing his chin. “I might actually agree with her. When’s the last time you played with a boy, Dean?”
“Jesus fuck, Lennox. Not you too.” I groan. “Why is everyone so damn concerned about my playtime? Has it occurred to any of you I may not want to play?”
Lennox scoffs. “Yeah, right. I don’t buy that, and neither do you. No wonder Madam is all up in your shit. You, of all people, should know better.”
Before I can comment, Madam Eve’s voice summons me to the stage. “Get your bidding tokens ready because next on the stage is a Daddy near and dear to my heart. Please welcome Dean Nash!”
Sighing with my entire soul, I shake my head at Lennox. “I better go and get this over with.”
Passing through the other Daddies, I’m treated to a round of back slaps and good luck comments tossed my way as I drag my feet. Another ten steps and I’m center stage, looking out at the enthusiastic crowd.
Huh.
I guessed I hadn’t realized how popular this event could be. The main floor is packed full of new and familiar faces. Several littles are scattered on the floor right at the front. I note a handful of pets set off to the right side, rowdy and distracting each other from the main stage. The chairs lined across the back are filled with couples, a handful of middles, and new faces I’ve never seen before.
This place is a damn madhouse.
For a half-second, my mind wanders back to the PJS team and how they’re handling all this chaos. Once again, I’m certain I should be anywhere but standing on this makeshift runway, getting ready to be auctioned off like prime beef at the state fair. Unable to shed the security measures ingrained in all my time working at The Garden, I trail my gaze over the crowd, keeping an eye on anything that could pose a potential threat.
My eyes quickly pass over the faces, both new and those I’ve become accustomed to. Madam Eve begins introducing me to the crowd, her voice a dull murmur as I tune out her quick facts about me and focus on my job.
As I reach the back row, a final pass of the people holding their bags of bidding tokens, my gaze snags on a bright spot of teal partially hidden behind a Dom who frequents the club. Pausing, I stare at the spot, trying to get a clear glimpse, when the Dom takes a half-step to the left, revealing the most beautiful stranger I’ve ever seen.
Holy fuck.
I can’t tear my eyes away, looking him over from head to toe. His light-brown hair is trimmed short, a single buzz cut all the way around. He’s got round cheeks and a softly pointed nose. The bright-teal shirt is cropped a few inches above the waist of his skinny jeans, revealing a slim torso with the barest hint of a treasure trail.
He’s a little thing. Even from a distance, he stands several heads shorter than those surrounding him. I watch as he sways to the side, his body stuttering as if he’s about to fall over.
My hands twitch, wanting to reach out and catch him before he gets hurt. I manage to stop myself from rushing for him when he jolts and corrects himself. Surveying him closer, I return my eyes to his face and barely withhold a growl. His eyes are slightly cracked open, dark-purple circles below them. The boy looks half-dead on his feet.
I have no idea who this boy is. Never once seen his beautiful face in this place. All I know is he looks stunning, soft, andexhausted.
My Daddy instincts scream at me from inside, a random and completely out-of-place surge of protectiveness for this strange boy.
I lift my foot, ready to rush off this stage and make sure he’s okay, when Madam calls out for the opening bid, freezing me in place.
Stuck and unable to do anything but wait, I stare at the boy, silently willing him to look up. I need him to bid on me. I need him towin.
For seconds that feel like years, I wait as the bidding war over me gets louder and louder.
I don’t turn away, don’t bother to acknowledge the hollers of the other boys interested in me for the night.
A screech sounds from the floor, causing the beautiful boy to startle. Since I haven’t so much as blinked, I see everything as he whips his head to the noise source, blinking slowly as he turns toward the stage and his soft eyes catch mine.
His mouth opens, and even without hearing it over the noise, I see his chest move with a sharp inhale.
My breath catches in my chest as he steps forward, hand raising in the air as he calls out, “Two hundred!”
