Page 51 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

“We don’t need to rehash it. I understand. You want to put the brakes on.”

“Chris… I don’t do relationships. I just don’t. Not anymore.”

Chris shrugged. “Okay.”

Yet there’s this pull toward you that I’ve never had with anyone else.“But maybe I was a bit hasty in what I said. I was tired… it was a long day. I enjoy your company. And I believe you enjoy mine… perhaps we should simply relax and see where this goes.”

Chris lifted his gaze and met Brody’s. He was silent. Uncertainty filled his face.

“I mean, maybe it’s only a brief flash of wonderful and soon enough we’ll realize it’s lust making us think it’s more than it is. Or maybe not. Who knows?”

A small smile crossed over Chris’ lips. “You sure?”

When I woke up and you weren’t there beside me… I freaked out.Brody shrugged, offering a smile. “Yeah. Why not?”

He opened his arms, and Chris walked into them. Wrapping his boy in his arms, he sighed with contentment.

“Thanks, daddy.”

Brody growled against Chris’ forehead. “Welcome, baby.”

“Wanna go back to bed and take care of this?” Chris asked, his tone low and deep, as he caressed one hand along Brody’s thickening erection.

Brody swatted Chris’ ass. “You need a little more time off.”

“Nothing wrong with my mouth,” Chris whispered before leading Brody back to bed by the hand.

* * *

Later that night, Noah cleared an empty table, filling the bus tub with the glasses, discarded bottles, and other litter while the music pulsed around him. His second night on the job and he had been demoted from bar back to busboy—but only because someone had called out and they desperately needed someone to keep the tables clean. The place was packed, wall-to-wall, with men and women displaying their wilder sides.

Fetish Friday was a very popular night, it seemed.

At the table beside him, there were three guys dressed as dogs—all wearing leather muzzles with dog ears attached. They had little tails that were apparently attached to plugs because the jocks they wore sure weren’t supporting them. Another table had a guy with a saddle on his back and a bridle over his head—with a bit in his mouth. He’d come in with a woman on his back and another man leading the bridle. That guy also had a tail—a long horse’s tail— swaying between his bare cheeks.

Noah wondered if the plug was horse-sized, too.

While it was shocking, he also sensed excitement when he scanned the varying outfits and items. Leather, latex, bondage, and submission, those were on display, too, in varying degrees. Some folks within the club seemed as everyday as anyone else. Honestly, even the wilder fetishes were simply the ones he knew about taken to an extreme.

Mr. Suit and Tie in one corner didn’t appear out of the ordinary—except for the barely-dressed young man kneeling at his feet wearing a thick collar and chain. The chain hanging from it rested in the Suit’s meaty palm as he talked excitedly to a friend at his side—who had their own submissive kneeling close by.

Earlier in the night, Noah had witnessed a man arrive alone in a lovely dress. His garters were clearly visible, along with his stockinged legs. Little red bows hung where the garter belt held up the stockings—and they matched the ones tied in his long beard.

Young and old, thick and thin, wild and tame—they were all there, mingling together. What struck him most was how free everyone seemed—to openly show off their own fetishes and delights. It compelled Noah to peel off his jeans and display the red lace covering his bottom—he’d made sure to wash them in the first load so he could have his own fetish on that night—but he wasn’t sure what Brody would think of that.

Lifting his stare, he saw his daddy behind the bar, mixing a drink and laughing with a customer. A smile came to his lips seeing Brody’s dazzling smile, but it quickly dulled.

I should’ve told him the truth this morning. Then and there, I should’ve told him.

Noah went back to cleaning up the table, struggling with his conscience.

Brody seemed of a mind that whatever this was, it could be temporary. Maybe it was. If that was the case, the truth didn’t matter. He could enjoy his fun ride for as long as it lasted and then move on when it sputtered out.

But what if it’s more?

Noah didn’t have an answer to that. He didn’t want to consider it, either. Later, when the night was over and he was exhausted from a long night’s work, he crawled into bed with his daddy who held him tight. Sleep still wouldn’t come easily… not that night. Or the next.

What was there was his daddy’s strong, warm embrace, holding him close.

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