Page 30 of Lost Little Boy
I gave the driver my address and took Perry’s hand. He seemed stunned, or so I thought as I noticed his blank stare out the back window and the rigid tension in his body. “You okay, sweet boy?”
“I’m a little overwhelmed from the plane ride, but I’ll be fine.” He squeezed my hand, and I squeezed his in return.
We arrived at my midtown apartment, and I paid the cab driver before I picked up our bags and entered the lobby. “Mr. Grassley, sir, it’s good to see you back. May I help you with your bags?”
It was Harvey, the daytime concierge and doorman, who was an exceptionally nice man. “Harvey, this is my boyfriend, Perry. Perry, this is Harvey. He runs the place, and if you need anything, Harvey is your guy.”
Harvey chuckled. “Mr. Grassley is being kind, but yes, if you need anything, sir, you just call downstairs on the intercom in the apartment, and I’ll take care of it.”
My boy flashed his eyes at me with raised brows. I smiled. “Thank you, Harvey. We’ve got the bags.”
I took Perry’s hand and led him to the elevator. Harvey hurried over to slide his card into the reader and pressed the button for the fortieth floor since my hands were full. “Welcome home, Mr. Grassley.”
The doors closed, and I turned to Perry. “Welcome home, sweet boy.”
His smile made my day.
Chapter Fifteen
Perry
When we got onto the golden elevator that took us to the fortieth floor of the building, I was trying like hell to catch my breath. Everything was over the top. Fancy décor I’d never seen personally in my life. Beautiful couches, chairs, and paintings that looked expensive, and that was all before we got into Wex’s apartment. I was afraid to touchanything.
“You hungry?” Wex was standing at his dining room table, sorting through his mail. He was sighing a lot as he tossed unopened envelopes into a trash can that he’d pulled closer to the large dining table.
“Why are you throwing away your mail?” I didn’t get much mail, only ads for things I didn’t want or couldn’t afford to buy. Wex had a lot of mail waiting for him.
“Most of its junk, advertising crap I don’t want or need. I didn’t transfer my mail because I do everything online, but there’s no way of getting out of receiving junk mail.”
I walked over to the table and sat down, picking up the things he’d tossed in the trash. He was right, most of it was junk, but between two magazines for men’s clothing, I found a black envelope with gold lettering on the front addressed to him and a guest. The return address was on Little West 12th Street, not that I knew where that was.
“May I open this?” I held up the impressive envelope.
Daddy stepped closer and kissed my forehead. “Yes, of course. I didn’t mean to throw that away. I’m sure it’s an invitation to something, so go ahead. Let’s see what it is.”
I slid my finger under the flap and it opened easily. Inside was a thick black card with gold letters on the front. I read it out loud. “‘You are cordially invited to be the special guest of Oscar and Carmine Leone as they celebrate the opening of Silk, a BDSM club that allows for theexploration of bondage, at The Playground.’ What’s The Playground?”
Wex came around and looked over my shoulder. “That’s a club where I’ve gone to play when I’m in town. It’s located in the Meatpacking District. It’s a huge warehouse that Ossie and Carmine have turned into four different fetish clubs, one on each floor, with a cocktail bar on the first floor.
“I like to go to The Play Pen, which specializes in Daddy/girl or boy play. But the others are geared to different kinks. One of them was called Peepers, where one can see burlesque performers and listen to jazz. Another is Swing Set, where couples can meet other couples who enjoy swapping partners and group sex. The Menagerie is a club for animal play. Feathers, which I think is the one that’s being replaced, was a lingerie fetish club, but last time I was there, Ossie said business was slow. I guess he shot down Carmine’s idea of making it a foam party during the week.”
He kissed the top of my head and walked away, but I caught his wrist. “Animal play? Do they hurt animals?” My stomach turned at the mere idea.
Wex picked me up and sat in my chair with me in his lap. “No, sweet boy. These are all aspects of BDSM and the power exchange dynamic. Some people enjoy dressingin costumes and pretending to be animals. They may enjoy pretending to be kittens or puppies, and having their Daddies pet them or play chase. It’s a mindset that some people enjoy.
“For instance, some of the Daddies at The Play Pen are into age play, as are some of the littles and middles. I’ve played with littles before, but I’m not into some of the aspects like diapering or bottle-feeding or pacifiers. There’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s simply not my kink.”
“What’s your kink?” How had I agreed to be his boy when I didn’t even know what he was into? How stupid was I?
“I should have been much more forthcoming in my desires when we first started discussions. I get off on things like this. Having you sit on my lap and talk to me about anything on your mind will make me happy. I like being sure you eat properly and get enough rest. I get off on knowing that if you need anything, I’ll be your first call.
“I enjoyed seeing you smile when you were playing with the Jenkins boys or when you talked about working at the center. I have the feeling you like playing with toys, but you don’t want anyone to know, which is why I bought that camping RV and the Hot Wheels truck. I want you to be happy, and if having toys and coloring books to play with is your thing, I want to watch you enjoy them.” He kissed myforehead and hugged me closer. I could feel his hard cock under my ass, and it made mine grow in my boxer briefs.
“You don’t think it’s weird that I’m a grown man who likes to play with toys and watch cartoons?” I must still be sleeping and dreaming we’re talking about toys. No way does he enjoy knowing I like to color and make art with clay, play with toy cars and trucks, and watch cartoons. He wouldn’t encourage those things in real life, I was sure.
“Sweet boy, there is absolutely nothing wrong with playing with toys or doing art projects. There are adults who create toys for companies to sell, and they play with them to be sure kids will like them. Playing is a wonderful hobby. There are many other aspects of the kink that we can explore together if you’d like.”
He reached down and slid his finger around the waistband of my underwear. “Can I touch you? I know you want to wait until you’re tested again for other things, but I want to touch you so badly.”
