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“Hi. I’m here for the party,” I said.
The man picked up a spiral notebook and pen from a table in the entryway and looked up at me.
“Are you Andrew?” he asked.
How did he know?
I nodded and then quickly added, “Yes, that’s me. How did you know?”
“There’re only three bottoms on the invite list. The other two are here, and something tells me you’re the third.”
“I could be a Top,” I joked.
He laughed out loud and marked something in the notebook.
“You must be a very new bottom. Let me see your driver’s license. I’m Stuart, by the way.”
I decided to shelve the jokes and reminded myself to keep my mouth shut and follow instructions. I handed him my license and waited while he copied something from it into the notebook. He handed me back my license, set the notebook on the table, then grabbed a clipboard from the table.
“This is a waiver.” He handed me the clipboard and a pen. “You consent to activities taking place on this property. If you recognize anyone at the party, you will not bring light to it outside the party. In other words, everyone you encounter tonight is anonymous. Sign on the line.”
I quickly scribbled my name and handed him the clipboard and pen. He opened the door wider to let me inside. I could hear a mix of male and female voices, and somewhere faintly was the sound of a paddle hitting flesh. I started to get hard standing in the entryway as I listened to someone getting their ass beat. The urge to touch myself was too much to ignore, and my hand naturally gravitated toward my dick.
The man looked down as I slowly stroked the outline of my erection over my pants. My eyes gazed down the hallway at the intense sounds happening somewhere in the house. The man cleared his throat, and I quickly looked at him. His huge arms were crossed over his chest, and his eyebrows were lowered as he stared at me.
He gestured at my hand and asked, “Is that something you should be doing?” His tone was harsh and stopped me dead in my tracks. I pulled my hand away and shook my head. “I ought to take your ass over my knee for being so indulgent with your little cock.”
Fuck yes. Beat me and tell me how terrible I am. That’s what I came here for. That’s what I need.
I didn’t think he’d actually do it, though, because it wasn’t something we’d discussed or agreed upon. Wasn’t there supposed to be a discussion? Even the shitty club I went to in Hollywood had Tops who would talk to me about a session first. I’d read somewhere online that Tops and bottoms were supposed to talk about this stuff beforehand. That was supposedly a rule.
Under the pressure of his stone-gray eyes, I began to crack. I swallowed hard and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. A small smile managed to spread across my face in hopes that his glare would relax.
Only it didn’t.
Stuart roughly grabbed my upper arm and took me farther into the foyer. He steered my body so I faced the wall and took hold of the collar of my jacket.
“Get these clothes off, boy,” he instructed as he tugged on my jacket.
I quickly removed everything except my boxer briefs and dropped them in a heap on the floor beside the table. With my heart pounding, I stood facing the wall. Stuart’s fingers snatched the waistband of my underwear and yanked them down.
Weren’t we supposed to talk about this?
“Are you hard of hearing, boy?”
“No, Sir.”
“Well, I said everything, and you couldn’t seem to handle that. If you can’t handle those simple instructions, the people down the hallway are going to eat you alive,” Stuart yelled next to my ear. “Hands on the wall and part your feet, boy.”
Without hesitation, I did as I was told. Just as I looked down at my erection, Stuart grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugged my head backward and slapped at my hard-on a few times.
“I don’t know who you think you are, boy. You get invited to one of these parties and walk in like you own the place with your little pecker.”
Stuart let go of my hair but continued to slap and swat at my dick. Out of the corner of my eye, two men had stepped into view at the end of the hallway. Both were shirtless and wore black pants, so I assumed they were Tops solely based on their attire. Stuart continued to reprimand me while the thrill of the moment raced down my spine. My dick only got stiffer from me being punished in front of others.
“What do you have over there, Stuart?” one of the men called out.
“Our third bottom.”
