Chapter 23
Rivi
Ihad no idea what I was doing. It was easier to not think. So far, so good.
I sucked at Daddy’s nipple with all the happy feelings coursing through me. And it was all okay because I was with people who accepted that. And me.
I didn’t look Uncle Trent in the eyes, though. I’d work on that.
Briar kept petting the back of my head and calling me a good boy. I let the sounds of the party envelope me until I became more and more comfortable.
After a few minutes, I was able to let go of his nipple and lift my head.
“I’m ready to look around now.” My voice wasn’t as garbled now.
“Okay.” Briar spoke softly. “There’s a play area for littles you might like. Even a giant rocking horse.”
“Is Ozzy there?”
“Yep. And Maddy, too. And a couple of others but I don’t know their names.”
“Awesome, Daddy.” I stretched my legs. My energy picked up. “Let’s go.”
We walked around the huge space. I clutched my bottle and bear with one hand and held Briar’s hand with the other. There were alcoves that were semi-private with plush couches. But the main stuff, the BDSM equipment, was public.
When we’d walked in, someone was being flogged on the cross. He wasn’t there now, but as we walked by I saw another sub standing in front of it as if waiting to be fastened to it. He was very cute.
I held Briar’s hand as we approached the breeding benches. No one was using them at the moment. I didn’t really understand them. There were two different kinds. I walked over to one and tilted my head, looking it over.
“Have you seen one of these before?”
“Nope. I think I need a diagram. I don’t know how it works. This one sort of looks like gym equipment.”
“Yes. The sides move up and down. And the top tilts. You straddle it here.” I showed him. “You can choose to have restraints at your ankles and wrists.” I pointed to the one next to it. “This one is probably more comfortable.”
It looked like a two-sided couch. It was red.
“Oh, I see. This one you can lie on and your knees go here.” I pointed.
“Right. There are many styles. Some people have them in their bedrooms.”
“I never thought about that.” I looked up at him. “Thank you for explaining.”
We walked over to the rigging that hung from the ceiling. “And this?”
“There are many different ways you can use this,” he explained. “You can hoist someone off the ground by their wrists and ankles and around their waist.”
“Like a swing?”
“Exactly. Or you can bind their wrists together and lift them up still standing onto their toes. It’s a scene of great discipline and some really love it.”
Finally, we got to the play area which was carpeted with fluffy rugs and had shelves of shiny, brand-new toys, some still in the packages.
Maddy and Ozzy were on their knees playing with cars, setting up plastic racetracks for them. I looked up at Briar.
“Daddy?”
“Do you want to play with them?”
“Yes. But Daddy, I want to see the rocking horse.”
We walked over to the beautiful wooden toy. It had a real leather saddle. I lifted Rivi up so he could see more of the back of the horse.
“Daddy, it has a dildo on the back of the saddle.”
I glanced up. “So it does. The rocking motion is something some people like with that in use.”
Astonished, I said, “I could never do that.”
“You don’t have to. It can be ridden without the dildo.”
“Maybe later.” I turned back to Ozzy and Maddy. “I want to play with Ozzy and Maddy now.”
“That’s fine.”
“But don’t go far. People are staring.”
Briar smiled warmly. “That’s because they don’t know you. And,” he reached out and touched my nose with his finger, “because you’re the cutest boy here.”
“No, I’m not.” I pushed up my glasses. I knew they made me look awkward.
“You don’t see yourself the way I do. Or the way other daddy doms do. But believe me, you are a prize. You’re safe here, though. They can all already see you belong to me. And if they don’t know you are a relative of Trent’s, they soon will if anyone gives you any trouble.”
“They won’t, though, right? You’ll watch me?”
“Baby Pan, I love watching you.”
I ran over to the littles with the cars and skidded to a stop, falling to my knees. “Can I play?”
“Hi, Rivi. Go pick out a car. Then you can help us build the raceway.”
I was interested in the toys, but I was also interested in the party and all the BDSM stuff. I could only give the game half my attention as I kept watching the room and the other party-goers out the corners of my eyes.
Ozzy and Maddy both complimented me on my onesie and Ursula.
My legs being bare made me feel more vulnerable at first, but as time went by, I became more comfortable.
Another boy had his shirt off. Lots of the non-littles wore very revealing leathers and no shirts.
This was an adult party. I was an adult now and I kept having to remind myself of that.
About an hour passed. I got to see another sub get a flogging. His back and thighs were red when he was done. It looked like it hurt but he was smiling and laughing as he got off the cross.
“That looks like it’s painful,” I muttered.
Ozzy glanced at me. “I’ve done it before. It’s not if it’s done right and you are ready. It sends you into subspace.”
“What’s subspace?”
“When you drift in euphoria,” Ozzy replied.
“Like an orgasm that doesn’t stop,” Maddy added.
“I would be afraid.”
“It’s not for everyone. I don’t do it anymore,” Ozzy said flatly, then turned his attention back to the cars. “Zoom zoom.” He dived back into playing, seemingly not interested in the topic any longer.
About half an hour later, the lights flickered, then dimmed. Everything quieted.
“Thank you all for coming to my party.” Uncle Trent’s voice sounded over a microphone.
“Is everybody having fun?”
“Yeah!” It was a unified roar of voices.
We littles sat back on our rumps and looked toward the front of the room. We had a good view because we were right alongside that area. People were on the couches now, and in the chairs. There was a crowd by the bar that seemed never to dissipate.
“Well, then let’s ramp things up a little.”
“Yeah!”
“But before we do, my good friend Briar and I have a scene we’d like to present together.”
“Go for it,” someone called out. Others in the crowd joined in, making friendly cracks.
My skin heated. I had been told they had something planned, but now I was apprehensive as well as curious. I’d never thought of Uncle Trent in any BSDM way, let alone sexually. And Briar, well, wasn’t he dating me, now?
It all confused me, but I kept my mind open. Briar had been honest with me. He hadn’t told me what the presentation was, but he did say it was for old-time’s sake. He and Uncle Trent used to “club” together. But they weren’t lovers.
“A relationship wouldn’t work between us,” he’d explained. “We were and are both doms. Our eyes wandered to others.”
Others like me. He didn’t have to say that for me to know it was true.
Through the dimness, a spotlight popped on. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as my new daddy and Uncle Trent walked into the light and turned to face the crowd.
They were both almost the same height. They wore nearly identical leathers. And they were both muscular, deeply tanned, broad-shouldered. Beautiful. Uncle Trent was a bit darker than Briar, but they could have been brothers.
Light, industrial music began to play again in the background. The two men turned to face each other and embraced. Next thing I saw, they were both holding short whips with lots of tails.
They beckoned into the crowd. A young man stepped forward wearing only a short leather skirt. It had flaps, like in Roman times, and they jiggled as he walked.
The man allowed Briar and Uncle Trent to cuff his wrists and ankles to the cross. As the music played with a steady beat in the background, they began their dance from both sides.
They ran their small whips over the man’s back and thighs, up and down, stroking. Their muscles bulged. They looked focused, almost obsessed. Even scary for someone like me who hadn’t seen this before from the two men he admired the most.
Uncle Trent struck first. I blinked hard in reaction to the sound of leather strips hitting naked flesh.
Briar struck a second later.
The young man groaned.
Soon, the doms were covering the man’s beautiful, unblemished skin with red marks. Sweat ran down their muscled bodies, making them shine. They were both clearly enjoying this. Briar’s crotch pouch had grown.
I couldn’t help but feel that was my place. I had been gifted that part of him. I breathed in hard.
“It’s okay.” Ozzy put an arm around my shoulders. “It’s like touching a sex toy and feeling aroused. That’s what the whip does to Trent. Briar, too, I’m guessing. But that’s the past. They’re both daddies now.”
“Briar’s my daddy,” I said firmly.
“Look at them. They’re both so gorgeous,” Ozzy whispered.
“Yes.”
“But this is a performance. Trent’s mine all the way. Is Briar really yours?”
“I hope so. I feel like I’m his, that’s for sure.”
“That’s so great.” Ozzy smiled and hugged me.
Just when I thought they were finished, they brought out other kinds of whips. They wielded them like dancers. Sometimes they let the sub rest. His head was back. Briar spoke to him. He nodded slowly.
Uncle Trent caressed him with the leather he held. They stroked his hair. Finally, they let him off the cross and together carried him to a waiting couch.
I stood and walked closer so I could see.
The man lay on his stomach, his head turned. His eyes were rolled up. He was smiling and he looked like he was having the best dream of his life.
Uncle Trent and Briar never left his side as water was brought. The sub wasn’t ready to drink yet, as oil was rubbed all over his back and thighs. I stood close enough to smell it. Lavender-scented.
I watched closely. Uncle Trent and Briar were focused on taking care of the sub. It was non-sexual but still sensual. Respectful. Like they were duty-bound and nothing else existed until taking care of him was accomplished.
I understood something as I watched. That was where Uncle Trent’s heart beat. In caring for others. He’d done it for me and Mama since I was a kid. Briar did it through his job as security, making sure play scenes were safe and consensual.
My chest expanded. My eyes filled with tears.
This. This was what I’d always needed. Both men recognized that in me. Uncle Trent as a distant father-figure, but still always answering my calls any time I needed to talk. And now, Briar, on a more adult level, catering to my deepest, innate gay fantasies.
How lucky was I to have both of them in my life?
I took a deep breath. Then I began to clap. Others joined in.
Uncle Trent and Briar lifted their faces to the crowd, nodding to acknowledge the positive response.
Briar caught my eye and winked at me.
I smiled at him, pushing my glasses up on my nose. I mouthed two words to him.
“You’re beautiful.”
He smiled back.
Later, when the sub was able to be left with the friend he’d arrived with, Uncle Trent and Briar stood and walked about the room, visiting with friends and newbies alike.
I approached Uncle Trent.
“Hey, Rivi. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“More than I ever thought.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“What’s that for?”
“Thank you for taking such good care of me for most of my life. And for inviting me here. And for letting me and Briar get to know each other.”
I stepped back, blinking away the moisture in my eyes.
“Rivi.” He reached out and stroked my hair. “You’re welcome.”
“I love everything about this holiday. And this party. I’ve learned so much about myself and others. I’m very lucky.”
“You are very loved. Very special. I hope Briar knows.”
“He’s treated me like I’m gold.”
Uncle Trent’s smile softened his severe eyebrows. “You are gold, Rivi. Never forget that.”
A hand fell warm on my shoulder. I turned. Briar stood behind me. I turned to lean against him.
“That went well,” Uncle Trent said to him.
“Very well.” He brushed at my curls. “Old times. I enjoyed it.”
Over my head, the two leaned in. Their kiss was chaste but on the lips.
When Briar stood back, he looked down at me. “Rivi, are you okay?”
Uncle Trent moved away and headed toward Ozzy, leaving the two of us alone.
“More than okay, Daddy. I’m so happy.”
“You weren’t scared?”
“A little at first. But then I lost my breath. It was so amazing.”
“You’re a very special young man, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I think you are.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“You want to go upstairs with me now so we can be alone?”
I pressed my face into his chest. “Yes, Daddy. The party is fun, but I’ve seen what I wanted to see. I’m ready for some me and you time.”
“Me, too.”
He put his hands under my arms and picked me up. Though I still had Ursula and my bottle, I was able to hold onto him, my legs circling his hips, and he carried me off like I was a prince in a fairy tale.
That night, he made me his forever.