Page 12 of The Swap Masquerade

The boy’s voice came out shaky. “Y-yess. Oh, god, Daddy. I need…”

“I know what you need. Daddy always knows what his boy needs.” He stepped forward, gently cupping the boy’s face in his hands. Leaning in, he traced the boy’s lips with his tongue before claiming his mouth in a scorching kiss.

It wasn’t until my lungs started to burn that I realized I’d been holding my breath. Gulping in some much-needed oxygen, I kept my eyes on the scene playing out before me. The Daddy was so dominant, the boy so sweet that watching them made everything and everyone else fade away. I never thought of myself as having a particular Daddy kink, but yeah, there it was.

“Lie back,” Daddy instructed. The boy immediately did what he was told, covering the man below him with his back. The man’s rigid cock was still buried deep within the boy’s hole. At Daddy’s command, the man reached up and encircled the boy’s chest with his arms, preventing him from moving.

Daddy moved in closer, standing between the two men’s legs and reached for his boy’s cock which had started to deflate now he wasn’t getting any friction from the man below him. Daddy spoke gently, lovingly, as he gave his boy’s cock a few long, hard strokes, coaxing it back to its previous rigidness. The boy’s response was a thing of beauty; gentle moans, the way the creamy white skin of his chest flushed pink, the quick gasp that escaped him as Daddy’s thumb brushed over the tip. Daddy must have been pleased by the response as well because he leaned down and kissed his boy again, praising him for being so good.

He kissed the other man too, then turned his boy’s jaw so the two men could kiss each other. As they shared a sloppy wet kiss, Daddy picked something up off the table. It was long, thin, and looked like it was made of silver. Clueless, I continued to watch. The boy had turned back, and his eyes widened behind his mask when he saw what his Daddy held in his hand. Whatever the object was, it had clearly made the boy nervous. He bit down on his lip, but I could see the trust he held for his Daddy by how still he lay in the other man’s arms, offering himself up for whatever his Daddy wanted to do to him.

Daddy raised the silver tube-like instrument with one hand while holding his boy’s cock with the other. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as he lined up one end of the item with the slit on the tip of his boy’s cock, and my jaw dropped open as I suddenly realized what was about to happen.

I’d stumbled upon a sounding video by accident one time during a porn search. The man on the screen seemed to like what was happening, but the sight of that metal rod sliding into his urethra had sent a wave of nausea through me and had me covering my crotch protectively. I’d immediately turned it off, but the horrifying images had left an indelible mark.

NOPE! I quickly spun away, my own erection flagging for the first time that night. I could hear Daddy’s soothing voice over my shoulder as he coaxed his boy through the pain. He was kind and patient and actually, pretty wonderful, but it was too much for me. Perhaps I don’t have such a Daddy kink after all.

With my cock out of commission for the foreseeable future—or possibly forever after that—I decided maybe it was time for me to go home. I clearly was out of my league with most of these guys. I was about to head back toward the stairs when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The feeling of being watched was strong and a bit unsettling. I swept my eyes around the room, trying to determine what, or in this case, who was causing it. However, everyone I saw was too caught up in their own activities to pay any attention to me.

Then I saw him in a darkened corner toward the back of the room. His mask was black leather with red lacing around the edges. Stunning, hot, sexy, sinful. I ran through a list of words in my head, but none of them seemed good enough to adequately describe him. One thing was for sure, he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life.

He was tall, though not as tall as me and since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, I was able to see the sleek muscles that bunched and moved beneath the surface of the skin of his chest. He had the perfect amount of chest hair, coal black, like the short locks on top of his head. I followed the path of his chest hair, moving south to where it thinned into one distinct line; the happiest of trails that pointed down to the most perfect uncut cock I’d ever seen. It was long and thick, the tip red and glistening as it peeked out from the surrounding foreskin.

I stared, mesmerized, as it jerked once and a thin stream of precome shot from the tip. The man swirled his thumb over the head, capturing some of the wetness and bringing it to his own lips for a taste. My mouth watered at the sight and my tongue darted out, licking over my lip as if he’d offered me the taste instead.

My eyes flicked from his plump red lips to his eyes and a strangled groan worked its way up out of my chest as I saw him staring back at me. He was putting on a show and for whatever reason, this gorgeous male specimen had chosen me to be his audience. And he had my full attention. Oh, boy, did he have it. My cock was now rock hard again and struggling against the confines of my tight jeans. He was back on board and making his intentions perfectly clear, he was ready to play. Unfortunately, my brain decided to weigh in right then, urging me to slow down.

Pulling in a shaky breath, I held the man’s gaze, my feet moving me forward as though I was being pulled by an invisible cord. When I stopped, I was only a few feet away from him. Close enough to see the sweat glistening on his skin, but not close enough to smell it. The urge to lean in closer, to fill my senses with the scent of him was overpowering, but I resisted. Barely.

The swirling lights overhead flashed, making his eyes appear almost silvery in color but it was hard to see clearly behind the mask he wore. His firm jawline was covered in a day’s worth of dark scruff and I shivered as I imagined what it would feel like brushing against my bare skin, down my neck, between my thighs.

He moved and I shifted my attention as he reached for a condom off the table beside him. Gripping the base, he slid it expertly over his long shaft. Lube was next. He tore the packet open with his teeth then squeezed some of it onto his tip. He used one hand to slick his cock then stepped forward.

It was then I finally noticed he wasn’t alone. The realization made me gasp. How could I have been so caught up in this man that I’d completely missed seeing a whole other person? I gave my head a quick shake then took a better look.

The other man, a blond, stood there, stroking his own cock as the man I’d been staring at moved in from behind. The gorgeous man whispered something in his partner’s ear and the blond responded before bending at the waist, his palms flat against the large leather footstool in front of him as his ass pushed out toward the sexy man. I couldn’t quit staring. I should really quit staring. I was probably being rude, but I couldn’t help myself.

The craziest part was that despite having a man spread out in front of him like an offering, the gorgeous man’s eyes never left mine. Not once. I hadn’t found anything or anyone that night who I wanted to stick around and watch fully, but something about this man called to me and refused to let go. I was a mess of emotions inside, but I hid it behind my mask, along with everything else. I crossed my arms over my chest and boldly stared back at him, letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere. His answering smile stole the breath from my lungs.

He moved around a bit, getting himself lined up, and then without a word, his hips punched forward, impaling the other man with his cock. My ass clenched as the blond’s hands scrabbled for purchase. His fingers dug into the sides of the footstool as he worked to adjust to the intrusion. He panted heavily as sweat dripped off him, landing on the leather surface beneath. When he finally lifted his head, he was smiling. “More,” he demanded.

The gorgeous man did not disappoint. His hips pulled back and then punched forward again. This time, the other man was more prepared, and he thrust back, grinding himself on his partner’s cock. Soon, they’d worked out a perfect rhythm and I rubbed my palm over my aching cock as I witnessed them taking their pleasure from each other.

A shiver wracked my body as I saw the blond’s eyes roll up in his head from behind his mask. I’d only worked up the nerve to play with my hole a few times in the shower, but the experience was enough for me to know that given the chance, I’d want to bottom. He bit down on his lip as the gorgeous man altered the angle of his hips. The guy getting fucked must have liked that because he cried out in pleasure. If he was feeling anything at all similar to what I’d felt when I had my fingers buried deep inside me, then he was in heaven right then.

My eyes moved from the blond to the sexy, skilled lover behind him. He stared at me intently, carefully weighing my reactions to the scene. I should have been embarrassed by my labored breathing or the way I was rubbing a hand over the front of my jeans, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. All that mattered was seeing this through to the end.

The man suddenly crooked a finger at me, urging me to come closer, and it felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room. He must have noticed the panicked look in my eyes because his lips quirked up and he gave me a look that—even behind a mask—clearly said I dare you.

Never one to back down from a dare, I stepped forward until I was right by his side. From that vantage point, I had the perfect view of his cock as it slid in and out of the blond’s ass. I swallowed hard as I watched the tight ring of muscle that gripped his cock where they were joined.

“I thought you might like a better view,” the gorgeous man said. His voice was deep and smooth. His warm breath ghosted over my face and I leaned in further, chasing the sweet scent. Before I could make a total fool of myself, however, I realized what I was doing and jerked back.

“You look extremely interested,” he said, glancing down at my obvious erection then he looked back at me. His eyes bore into me as if he could see into my very soul. “Do you like to give or receive?” His question, along with the weight of his stare, rendered me speechless.

“Maybe you’d prefer to watch. Is that your kink?” When I still didn’t respond, he let out a low laugh. The sound rippled through me like a shockwave that traveled straight to my dick and caused the front of my underwear to become soaked in precome. “Then I hope you enjoy this.”

I took a step back as he pulled the other man up until the blond’s back was flush with his chest. Widening his stance, he continued fucking his partner, pegging him perfectly while reaching around him. His fist closed around the blond’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The blond let his head fall back on the gorgeous man’s shoulder and closed his eyes as he let himself get carried away on a wave of ecstasy.

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