Page 31 of Step Daddy

Chapter Ten

Gareth’s palm was sweaty as fuck, but he wasn’t about to release Kit for a millisecond. Of course, that could prove awkward if Kit had to pee. Holding his dick, helping him aim, praising him for doing such a good job…

Great. Not again.

He’d lost count of how many times he’d popped a woody since they’d arrived less than an hour ago. His leather pants had never felt so snug before.

The flogging scene in the public area between a committed pair came to a conclusion, and a Dom who Gareth was very familiar with was leading two twinky subs to the opposite corner. He knew exactly what was coming next—so to speak. The guy had a regular repertoire he played out and the regulars loved it.

Truthfully, Gareth did too. But it might be a bit much for Kit’s first night experiencing kink in the flesh.

Not experiencing. Viewing only.

He couldn’t imagine his sweet, innocent brother—stepbrother—watching the two young subs suck each other off for the crowd before their Dom invited them to be used by anyone who asked.

Gareth leaned close to Kit so he could keep his voice low.

“Are we still a green?”

Gareth had added the extra word so he could check in with Kit now and again, make sure he wasn’t getting too freaked out but afraid to use his safeword. Newbies had a tendency to want to prove to their Dom they could handle anything. Gareth rubbed his eyes with thumb and forefinger. He was getting a headache from trying to force himself to quit thinking of Kit as his boy. If only it wasn’t so fucking natural between them.

Kit was still watching, his gaze fixed on the two men in the throes of a tender moment of aftercare. The older Dom was sitting in a lounge chair meant for this purpose, embracing the sub in his lap, and carding his fingers through his hair. The man appeared to be about the same age as his Top—which Gareth estimated to be somewhere around mid-fifties.

An unexpected tightness in Gareth’s chest caught him off-guard, tears burning at the backs of his eyes. He swallowed them down as he tried to decipher what struck him about the pair. The sub lifted his head and the men’s lips met, the soft, sweet kiss a statement to their deep connection, something that Gareth could picture them having built over many years together.

That was it. That’s what he wanted. To share his life with someone he bonded with on such an intense level it could withstand anything and still last forever.

Kit finally turned to him, his eyes glazed over. “Wow. I was cringing at first, worried about the sub. But he loved it, didn’t he?”

Gareth swallowed hard. He was toast. A burnt up, crumbling, helpless piece of toast. If Kit didn’t need his help so badly, he’d tell his own stupid, besotted self to usher Kit out of the club that very second, shove him onto a bus and run away as far as he could.

But he couldn’t do that. It was too late to turn back now.

“Yes, he did. That’s what all these various kinks are about. Pleasure, thrills, connection, and sometimes, love.”

Kit blinked several times, still staring at Gareth in a way that was making him oddly uncomfortable—and not just in his pants.

Gareth glanced sideways and noted the subs were already in position, showing off their acrobatic skills with one upside down so his thighs rested on his partner’s shoulders and cock in his mouth. He was in turn already sucking the other boy’s cock, his partner sawing his hips back and forth, gripping the upside-down sub’s ass cheeks. They would put on a good show, like they always did, but next would be their Master passing them around to the crowd while referring to them as filthy little cockhounds and cum dumpster sluts.

Kit’s eyes would probably glaze over at that performance for a much different reason right before he fainted.

Gareth squeezed Kit’s hand. “Hey, if you’re still a green, then why don’t we start checking out the demos upstairs? You know, so you can get a feel for the different kinds of play?”

Kit was staring at the subs with rounded eyes and a slack jaw. It didn’t help that the crowd was starting to rev up and cheer the boys on in rather graphic language.

“Th-their…having sex. In front of people.”

Kit pointed and Gareth grabbed his hand and brought it down.

“Kit…” Gareth sighed. “I warned you there’d be public sex going on.”

“Well, yeah. But I thought you meant in the bathrooms or guys jacking each other off under a table or hiding in a dark corner or something.”

Gareth snorted. “There is zero hiding going on in this place, trust me. That’s part of the point of being here instead of just fucking around at home.” He swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. Damn, it’s hot in here. “Obviously, there are many other reasons, too. But this is what I was trying to convey to you originally. It’s a lot to take in for someone who’s been leading a vanilla life.”

Kit’s shoulders dropped and he sighed. “Vanilla? How about a boring, nothing life.”

The subs were noisily coming, and a round of applause along with shouts of approval filled the area. They needed to make a hasty retreat.

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