by Sky McCoy
I looked and that long line of men had cleared with me contemplating if I should go for it.
I knew if I wanted Lou I would have to fit in, and what better way to fit in with this crowd would be to see what this life was about.
Suddenly, I realized when Lou left me to think this through, and allowed me to make my own choice, I didn’t want to make that choice alone. I finally came to the realization standing here in the midst of his world, that I needed Lou to guide me, but where the fuck was he?
Shrugging off my shirt, holding it in my hand, I marched up the stairs and into the club. Men were wall to wall. This was nothing like Leather Bound. It was a different clientele altogether. Leather Bound appeared to cater to rich businessmen where some would slum on the weekends looking for that perfect boy for what they needed. They appeared to be out-of-towners who needed to be flogged or fucked, or whatever they desired for that weekend.
This club was something different. The locals and men who made this a lifestyle choice were here enjoying each other drinking, dancing, and exhibiting themselves. I’d imagined I’d find Lou here as I strolled around and not meeting anyone’s eyes as they surveyed the new boy on the block.
I imagined the way I walked and looked around, I screamed I’m new here. It had to be the way I brushed away hands that were trying to get my attention and looking ahead and not making eye contact, as I tried to get through a swarm of men leaning at the bar ordering drinks.
The music was great for a bar. I thought the singer should be in one of those Vegas clubs. Not the big shows, but maybe somewhere on the strip. I stopped to listen to the song and I realized that I was listening to Hayden singing. Not only could he sing, he was great. Nothing like he said about singing a little.
There was nothing little about Hayden’s voice.
Circling around and looking for Hayden, as I followed the sound of the music, I spotted him on stage in the next room where some men were dancing.
I found my way through a group of men and almost tripped over one man on his knees kissing another man’s boots. I stood eyes fixed on them before I realized that I was staring and Lou had warned me not to stare. I composed myself and kept moving through another crowd of men decked out in their leather.
I bumped into one man with a chain around his neck and a lock. I heard him tell another man facing him, “Can’t you see I’m taken. My Daddy is getting a drink.”
Finally, I made my way to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka. After downing that, I heard a strong baritone voice coming from behind. “Let me buy you a drink.” I glanced up into the mirror over the bar, and what the fuck, there stood Daniel.
“What are you doing here? I thought you owned Leather Bound. Why would you have to come here? You would think that if you’re looking for action it’s at Leather Bound.”
“I do own that club, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the pleasures of seeing what the other clubs are offering that I’m not. I like the way they have theme nights.” Daniel walked close behind me without rubbing against me. He did have the respect for personal space, or maybe he respected that I belonged to Lou.
Then maybe not.
Daniel rubbed his palm across his five o’clock shadow and muttered, “I think I’ll have a Leather and Collar night, where the Masters and Daddies bring their boys. What do you think, Ethan? Maybe collared only?” Daniel slanted his head to the side, waggled his eyebrows, and shot me a sly sexy grin. “You can come alone if you’re locked and collard,” Daniel mused as he raised his hand and the bartender brought me another vodka shot. I glanced down at it before I picked it up. Was he fucking with me, or did he want to know if I was taken?
I felt Daniel knew I was taken by that chaotic display at Leather Bound, but for some reason he didn’t believe his own eyes. The way I’d behaved with Lou, anyone would have come to the conclusion that we were no longer Daddy/boy. I twisted my head to the side and aimed a closed smile his way and didn’t answer him.
Whatever floats your boat, I thought.
I downed the shot, turned to Daniel. “What, you’re not drinking?” I questioned.
“Not when I’m hunting. And not when I ride my motorcycle. Do you ride?”
“Whenever I get the chance. Lately, not so much.”
“Why don’t you drink, it’s on me. Drink as much as you want, leave your car parked, I assume you drove your car, and I’ll take you home on the back of my bike. I call it Double Fuck.”
“Interesting name,” I said. I didn’t want to know why he called his bike that. I could imagine. “Yes, I drove, and this will be my second shot and no more. And thank you for the offer, but after I dance and sweat this out, it won’t be a problem for me to drive, and besides there are Ubers I can call.” I raised an eyebrow, leaned in and stated as loud as possible over the music, so there would be no misunderstandings. “I’m Lou’s boy.”
“If he hasn’t locked and collared you, I think that’s up for debate.” Daniel aimed a wide grin my way and ran his finger quickly down my spine. Chills of pleasure shot through me, my cock twitched, and I shuddered, not because I was cold, but because that was a fucking intense feeling.
If Daniel knew how to do that with just a tip of one finger, what the fuck could he do with the others, and I didn’t want to know about the tip of his cock? I didn’t think I wanted to find out especially since Lou wasn’t here to protect me from Daniel and myself.
Daniel turned and faced the mirror, because I talked and looked in it at the same time. “I’m looking for a boy that needs me. You look like you might need some training and direction. And especially since you respond to me easily.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your nipples are hard. Have you thought about getting them pierced? That can heighten your arousal during sex.”
Then he locked eyes with me as he inched closer to my ass while pretending to hand the bartender his card.
However, he never crossed the line where he’d touch me.
The bartender handed Daniel his card back and Daniel said to him, “Make sure my friend has as many drinks as he can handle.” Then he turned to me. “You know you could use a few tattoos on that soft skin.” I turned my back looking around for Hayden. When I got his attention, I waved.
Thank God for small favors, I thought. I didn’t want to continue that conversation with Daniel any longer. He was getting too familiar with me. Familiarity breeds contempt, I kept thinking and it was a good way to lose Lou who loved me, and I loved him.
“I see my friend, Hayden. I have to leave.” I turned around nervously, then back to face Daniel. “It’s good to see you again.” When I made a step to leave, the area was crowded with men kissing. I stopped behind a tall burly man and behind him a young man he held by a leash.
“Now that’s what I call collared,” Daniel whispered in my ear. I thought he was still at the bar and now he was behind me.
As I tried to push forward I felt his hard cock on my ass. I turned to protest and he said, “Sorry. Too crowded for me. I’m going to leave, but I think I should escort you over to your friend. With your wide shoulders, slim waist, and that perfect round tempting ass, you might not make it into that room unmolested.”
The only one I was in jeopardy of being molested by was Daniel.
Turning around, I blurted, “I think I can handle myself.”
“Not in a place like this with all those Daddies looking for a boy.”
Hayden met me halfway. “Oh, I didn’t know you brought your Daddy with you?” Hayden gushed as he looked across and behind me to see Daniel standing much too close to me. I tried inching forward, but Hayden was facing me, then his eyes locked on Daniel.
“This is Hayden, Daniel. Daniel, Hayden. And he’s not my Daddy.”
“No, but I want to be.” That was the first time tonight Daniel had overtly stated his intentions.
He’d finally said what he really wanted. Most of the night at the bar, he had flirted, insinuated, implied, suggested,
anything but admit his true objectives. He said whatever the fuck he could get away with without making himself clear, but for some reason he thought he could come out with it now.
I glanced over at Hayden’s face and he wore a disappointed gaze. “Come on, Hayden let’s dance, or do you have another set. I missed it.”
“I’m finished for the night. We can dance and drink,” Hayden said, looking forlorn at Daniel. I didn’t think Daniel knew Hayden existed. His focus was on me, and I knew better than to take him up on his offer.
Daniel was certainly a bridge too far for me, and there was no way in hell I’d get involved with a man like him.
For one thing, Daniel was too good-looking, not that Luca wasn’t that and more. Too tall for me, too arrogant and too sexy. Men would probably kill me just to get close to him, and the way Hayden was looking at him, I thought Hayden was in that category of men who would eliminate their competition just to have Daniel all to themselves.
With a man like Daniel, seductive, who knew all the buttons to push, all the nerve endings he could press to get a man to orgasm without even fucking him, he was dangerous, and probably had men everywhere waiting for him to light their fire.
He’d lit Hayden’s fire without a match, and without touching him. That was a dangerous thing having a man combust just by looking at him. I wanted someone that was just as handsome and just as exciting without all the fireworks... and that was my Luca.
Lou, where the fuck are you?
“Excuse me,” Daniel reached for his phone, looked at the number and placed it to his chest, “I have to take this call.” And he stepped in the dim-lit narrow corridor leading to the men’s rooms.
“Let’s dance, Hayden. By the look on your face you want to know about that man. If you think he’s you’re type go for it. You never know what men like. They don’t know themselves.”
“I could never dream of a man like him wanting me. He probably has too many men vying for his attention.” I didn’t want to discourage Hayden, but he was probably right and Hayden had already stated that he didn’t want a Daddy he had to share. I didn’t blame Hayden, because I couldn’t imagine sharing Lou.
“Now that’s the wrong way to think. Go for it, Hayden. He might be looking for something different from what he thinks he wants.”
“He wants you.”
“I’m taken and he’s not my type. Daniel, no doubt has a few men, but you never can tell.” I tried to give Hayden hope. I’d been tired of him moping around and not washing his clothes, and keeping his apartment like a pig sty.
I’d diagnosed Hayden as being depressed. Psychology 101. That was his problem. He needed somebody to love and love him. The way I was feeling now.
“I said I didn’t like a man who had another boy, but with him, I’m willing to make an exception,” Hayden confessed, and leaned to peek at Daniel on the phone.
“I’m glad to know that you’re open and won’t spend your life hoping for someone who doesn’t fuck around. I have a man who’s a one man’s man, and fortunately I am too, but he’s into all kinds of kink.”
“So am I, into all kinds of kink,” Hayden said, his voice ringing with a cheerful tone. He lowered his head downward, his eyes shuttling up, looking at me after giving out a shy chuckle.
“What are you waiting for? Lightning to strike. There’s too much leather in here for lighting. When Daniel gets off the phone, go over there and tell him you’re looking for a Daddy and you’re into and open to whatever kink he enjoys.”
“You think that will work.”
“As good as any pick-up line out there. Think of the most salacious kink you can imagine doing to him or having done to you, whisper that in his ear, and then see what happens.”
Chapter 7
Luca
When I finally had the chance to call Ethan, his phone had been off all evening. The last person I wanted to call was Daniel, but we had been friends for longer than I could remember and I had an excuse to ask him how things were going at my firm.
I thought that after all the work I’d left him to complete, he’d be tired and taking his frustrations out on some unsuspecting twink over a fisting table in one of his rooms in Leather Bound.
I didn’t want to disturb him, but I was worried about Ethan and I needed to ask Daniel to go to his apartment and tell him that I’d be home Saturday, and to turn his phone or computer on.
“Excuse me,” I heard him say. “Yeah, Luca, what is it. I’m busy right now.”
“I know you are, but can you find Ethan for me. I’ll give you his address and phone number. If he hasn’t turned on his phone, I need you to go to his apartment tonight or early tomorrow.”
“I can do that only if you get your ass back here and hire another lawyer to take over some of those cases.”
“I’ve already done that. Just get in touch with my boy and tell him I love him. No, I take that back. Don’t tell him I love him. Not you.”
“What, you don’t trust me?”
“No. I don’t. You’re great for my firm, but I don’t trust you with Ethan. I love him. He’s not like any boy I’ve ever met.”
“I know what you mean.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he’s here at Diamonds in the Rough.”
“That shady club. If—”
“Hold your jockstrap, Luca. He’s everything you want. I tried him, and if he could resist me, then you have someone special, and I say he’s a keeper.”
“Tell Ethan to turn his phone on, I need to talk to him.”
Ethan
Daniel took his time getting back to Hayden and me. One minute I glanced over where he stood against the wall talking on his phone, and the next he’d disappeared.
To pacify Hayden, I agreed to take him to Leather Bound on his night off, but first he had to buy some new clothes, get a haircut, throw away those sneakers his mom bought him in grade school, and buy a new pair of shoes.
Those grungy old things he wore, a black faded tee with Clorox stains, black faded jeans that were out of style ten years ago, not that they weren’t in style now, but they looked as if he’d slept in the whole ensemble every day since high school.
“There’s a reason why you can’t find a daddy, and it has to do with what you’re wearing, and your approach to life. If you don’t find a daddy that has money, you’re fucked, because no one wants an untidy boy in the house and out, and looking at you, you will need a maid to clean up after you. ”
I’d nagged Hayden on my walk to my car when his set was over. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but he knew what I’d said was true.
He stopped and glared at me with his arms crossed and his thumb on his lips. I pulled it away. “The reason is not because you act like a child, that can be attractive to the right kind of Daddy, but you won’t find him in this club, and because you need to up your game. The best way is with your appearance.” I started walking and reaching for my keys.
Hayden argued. “I’m an artist. Not a fucking fashion model.” I opened the car and he stepped inside and buckled up. I turned on the motor and headed out of the parking lot when I saw Daniel on his bike looking smoking hot in his leather and biker boots, and a shorter, smaller man climbing behind him. Although the man wasn’t short, because Daniel appeared to dwarf most men except Lou.
“Look where Daniel went to,” I said, driving my car in the direction of his parked motorcycle. He had his helmet in his hand ready to put it on when I pulled up beside him and shouted, “I need to make an appointment with you.”
“Saturday is a good time. Come to the club about eleven p.m., and I’ll personally show you around,” Daniel said, with a wide predatory smile.
“Can I bring my friend here?” Hayden threw something at me, his mouth wide.
“Yeah, bring Hayden.”
Hayden turned and locked eyes with me. He remembered Hayden’s name. Go figure. Now why would Daniel remember Hayden from meeting him only once? Daniel is acting as if he didn�
��t know Hayden was standing next to me in the club, I thought.
“Oh, I forgot, Luca said to turn your phone on.” Daniel put on his helmet, climbed on his bike, roared the throttle, turned and looked at the man waiting patiently on the back of his motorcycle—double fuck—and shot down the street in front of us.
Hayden glared at me. “Why did you ask to bring me along? I thought I’d die when he called my name,” Hayden said with a closed smile, looking forward.
“I knew you were too shy to ask.” I glanced at him looking satisfied, and took off after aiming a smile Hayden’s way. I wanted Hayden to get a clear picture of what he would be missing if he didn’t try to go for a man like Daniel. “To claim a man like Daniel, rich and arrogant, Hayden, you have to at least act as if you’re in his class. After you get him, then you can be and look like an artist, but now you have to fake it until you make it.”
When Hayden’s smile grew wide and I heard him chuckle, I knew he understood.
The next day I took Hayden shopping. We didn’t have much time for all the things we needed to do. I’d googled Leather Bound and found a website where I called and negotiated with one of the secretaries who needed a lawyer’s advice to give me Daniel’s private number.
I called him to make sure he knew I’d be there for a training session.
I asked him if he could train me and he asked if Hayden would come tonight as support, which I’d already thought about and because I wanted Hayden to find someone he could be happy with.
Getting Hayden up to snuff wasn’t that hard. He just needed a new wardrobe. He had saved a good chunk of his tips and he sensed he was contributing to a worthy cause—getting a smoking-fucking-hot man to tie him up, and whip his ass if he needed it.
With me it was learning how to accept and give in to Luca or risk losing him, and I didn’t want that. When I spoke to Daniel, he’d agreed that for me to keep Lou, I had to be disciplined.
I drove to the club with Hayden and a young man greeted us at the door. He showed Hayden to another part of the enormous house. I watched as Hayden climbed the stairs looking back and I hunched my shoulders at him. Hayden could take care of himself I thought.
