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“Thank you, Sir.”
“Stand up. I think there are some things you’ll like seeing.” I look at Jackson, who’s getting sucked off by his partner for the night. “See you soon.”
“Enjoy your evening. Oh, and boy, well done.”
Noah blushes at the compliment, only nodding as he keeps his eyes down. I keep his leash in one hand but take hold of his free hand in the other. “Walk with me, boy. How did that feel? Did you like warming my cock?”
“Yes, Sir. It was very centring, I love doing what you tell me to do. I will never say no to you. There isn’t anything I won’t do for you.”
I chuckle low. “I think the fact that your face is dripping with my cum says that, but be careful, those are dangerous words, boy. I could tell you to suck the cock of anyone in here or to bend over so I can fuck you right here.”
Noah’s eyes heat up, and a moan escapes his lips. He’s such an exhibitionist. “You like that idea, don’t you. You’d let everyone here watch me fuck you like the cum-slut you are.”
“Yes, Sir,” he whispers, “I’d like that very much.”
“Not today. Today, we are going to watch the other filthy subs get what they need. Now, keep your head up and let everyone see what a filthy cum-slut you are.” I walk up to one ring. There’s a sub strapped to a spanking bench, his arse bright red and covered in welts from a crop. Noah looks, his breath quickens, but he’s not that engaged.
He looks at me. “He’s not going to be able to sit down for a week.” A small smile lifts the corner of his lips. He looks past the scene to another area, and I follow his gaze.
“Come on, boy. I want to know what you like about the next scene.” The next one is two large leather-clad bears relentlessly fucking a young twink in a swing. Noah stares as they pound his hole and his mouth, then shakes his head. Interesting. I thought he’d love that one. “Not for you?”
“No, not really into bears or daddies,” he says as an afterthought.
The last one is a specific room, one for water sports. Noah loves cleaning my dick after I’ve peed, and it’s become a regular arrangement. We haven’t taken it any further than that, he told me he liked the idea of being both peed on and in. It isn’t something we can do at home unless it’s in the playroom on the top floor, and I haven’t shared that with him yet, so this room should be a pleaser for him.
I’m not wrong. Noah seems to vibrate as he watches a huge guy with a bald head and tattoos, a lot of them done by me, get covered in a shower of piss from the two other men. Rubber matting covers the wall and floor for hygiene reasons, but the staple toys and implements are also available, floggers and whips along with ball gags, restraints, pretty much everything you could want.
“He’s loving this,” Noah’s voice is so quiet. I don’t think he’s talking to me. It’s the validation of all the needs he has but has kept locked inside himself. Would he have ever found someone to give all this to him, if he hadn’t found me. I’m a great believer in fate after how I found Kip and Robin, about how I found a new family within the walls of their home. Just beingtaken away from a family that didn’t want me, that used me for things no child should ever be a part of, was a lifesaver.
I keep my eyes firmly on my boy as he looks on at the finale of this scene, as bald guy gets fucked by one, then another of the men. It’s only when the urine starts to pour from the guy’s hole that Noah gets what they did. “Have you seen enough? I have something else to show you, but it’s not in the club.”
“Um, yes, Sir. Did they really… did they actually piss in him?” I’m not sure if I have finally shocked him.
“They did. Now answer my question, please.” I drop my voice an octave, bringing his attention immediately back to me.
“Yes, Sir, to both. I’m ready.”
There are plenty of eyes on Noah as we walk back through the corridors of the club. I’m glad he’s not looking around, because there’s one pair that seem to be full of hatred. It looks as if I need to pay Tate another visit. I will not put up with his behaviour; he doesn’t even drop his eyes when he sees me. The foolish boy doesn’t realise I can have his membership revoked in every club in the city. Since Noah is unaware, I choose not to take anything further tonight. Instead, I’ve got a playroom to show him.
“It’s in the flat?” he asks, impatiently. I’ve refused to give him any hints on the journey home, but now, I can tease him a little.
“Sort of, maybe not directly in the flat. You’ll see, it won’t take long.” I want to get his dick out of the cage before we do anything else tonight. It must be aching after seeing so many arousing scenes. “The bedroom first.”
“I don’t want to take it off,” he grumbles petulantly, which earns him a hard smack on his now bare arse.
“Don’t be such a brat or you’ll be wearing a heavier one for a week. I want to be able to play with your cock tonight. I may not let you come now, though.”
Noah eyes immediately look down to the floor, “Sorry, Sir.”
“Good boy. Now, follow me.”
I lead him into the bathroom and wipe his face clean of the dried cum, then walk down the hallway, through to the kitchen, and stop in front of a white glossed door. He looks at it and frowns. “How have I never noticed this before?”
“It’s hardly the most interesting part of the flat, it’s just a door. It’s what it leads to you’ll find interesting.”
I open it and flick on the light to illuminate the stairs going up to the top floor. “Come on up.”
We step up the dozen or so steps until we reach the top and a short hallway with a few closed doors, but only one of them holds my interest. I open the door and flick on the light. It’s a low wattage, so it doesn’t dazzle us. Instead, it highlights all the objects placed inside.
