Chapter 5
“Happy retirement, Dad!” I pull him in for a hug, and he begrudgingly accepts it.
“I’m too young to retire. This is all your Pops’ fault,” he grumbles. I know he doesn’t really mean it. He’s looking forward to spending time at home, being with Pops; they’ve even talked of doing some travelling.
“You’re going to love it, and you know Knox’s got this covered.
And we’re still here to help too.” I gesture around the gym, because of course, he wanted his party here.
“Have you seen how many of the kids you’ve fostered are here.
They all owe so much to you both, just as I do.
I don’t think I can ever repay you. You gave me the world. ”
“Stop with all the mushy stuff, you can go tell that shit to your Pops. Where is he?”
“I don’t know if I’m right, but I have a feeling he’s looking for Memphis.
” The kid just disappeared one day. Everything had gone well with him.
He worked hard at school and got great A level results.
He got into university and never came back.
It was a shock to all of us. I think he never intended to stay past the first night, but the love and kindness in that house kept him there.
But only until he was old enough to leave.
“He won’t show. It’s been too long to just walk back in. He’ll be what, twenty-four, twenty-five now? And he could be anywhere in the world. I wish him well and hope he’s successful in his life, but I don’t think he wants to be reminded of his life in this town.”
I nod, but before I can reply, Dad is called away to talk to his other guests. We were all hurt by Memphis. I thought he would have told me of his plans. We were close, or so I thought. I’ve got over it now, and he’s barely in my thoughts.
Saint wanders up to me and slings his arm over my shoulder. “You ready to go?”
The cake has been cut, the speeches over with. Our dads will be happy talking to their friends and don’t need us here anymore. “Yep. I need to blow off some steam.”
“Bound?” he asks as if there’s anywhere else I want to go at eleven-thirty at night. His arm is wrapped around Noah’s shoulders.
I’ve got smart black trousers and a black silk shirt on; I don’t need to change.
I have a harness in my car I can add when I get to the club.
Saint is similarly dressed and already has a swagger in his step, knowing how much it turns his boy on.
Our mutual desire to dominate grew when we reached eighteen, and joining Bound gave us the means to learn and develop our skill.
Submitting before I learnt to be a Dom taught me so much and, more importantly, showed me that I’m not a pain junkie.
I like a little pain—and like to spank—and sometimes flog a high round arse, but I’m a caregiver.
I like to pamper and nurture my boy; age play is a huge turn on for me. I’m sure to find a boy willing to play.
We take my car. Saint is already stripping off his shirt to put his harness on. His kink is different than mine. He’s a lot more leather and bondage, and he’s a master with a whip, cane, and paddle. But he has Noah, and that’s their story, not mine.
I pull up in the car park and see that it’s looking full tonight.
I feel the thrill of the game building in me as I grab my harness.
Fifteen years of working out has my body in perfect condition.
I’m not a gym rat; I’m fitness model build.
And have had a few photoshoots for magazines, mainly to do with the gym, but that sort of life isn’t for me.
I love going to the gym and going to my parents for dinner on Sundays.
I love family life, which may be the calling behind my Daddy lifestyle.
I’m glad for the warm summer evening when I get out of the car, but I know the club will be hot, full of sweaty men and the scent of sex in the air. The sound of leather hitting skin, of cries of pleasure and pain. The divide between the two is so narrow and so much fun to explore.
“Evening, Charlie.” I show my membership card, even though we’re both well known here. Rules are rules.
“Good to see you, Royal, and you, Saint. Have a fun evening.”
“We sure will.” Saint takes his card back and takes hold of Noah’s hand. We walk up the stairs, past the first-floor nightclub, up to the next level. The restricted zone, not available to the clubbers below without the higher level of membership.
The doorman pulls the wide door open, and I step foot inside my domain.
“I’ll see you later,” Saint says, his mouth close to my ear. He strides away to torment his boy somewhere.
I wander up to the bar even though I’m not drinking anything alcoholic.
I never drink if I’m planning a scene, having a clear head is important.
Other nights I’m here to meet friends, maybe get my dick sucked, then a having drink is fine.
I order a Coke and turn to face the room, checking out who is here.
There’s a couple of boys I spend time with; they’ve noticed me and are saying something.
I chuckle at the thought of them tossing a coin to see who gets me tonight.
I turn my gaze from them to see if there’s anyone else that catches my eye.
The back of someone captures my interest. He’s slim with blond hair and a pretty watercolour tattoo of a compass below his nape down between his shoulder blades.
After watching Saint tattoo for so long, I always notice a good one.
It’s definitely someone new, and they always draw a lot of attention.
I wonder if the front is as pretty as his back with the two dimples above a pair of white hotpants that have Boy in sequins over his bum.
Even though he’s not a tall twink, his legs are long and slender. I’m intrigued.
But before I can move towards him, Alex pops up in front of me. Did he win the coin toss? I chuckle a little before I greet him.
“Alex, you’re looking adorable tonight.” I let him preen a little under my appraisal.
“Thank you, Mr Royal. I haven’t seen you for a while. Have you been avoiding me?” He strokes a finger over my harness.
“Not at all, sweet boy. Does that mean you’ve missed me?” I lean down to whisper, “Have you been a good boy while I was away, or do you need to be punished?”
“Hmm.” He cocks his head to the side. “Which one gets me fucked?”
“Both, but one will get you spanked first.”
“Then, it’s simple. I’ve been a very naughty boy.” He leans into me. “Please spank me, Daddy.”
“Such good manners. Lead the way.”
Alex takes my hand and leads me to the open playrooms. Unfortunately, when I look for the cute twink with the tattoo, he’s gone. I’ll have to ask at the bar when playtime is over. For now, I dedicate my time and energy into making this boy fly.
Alex walks back into the bar with his arm around my waist and a blissed-out expression on his pretty face. Saint is at a low table, and if I know my brother, it’s a scotch he’s sipping on.
“Thank you, Alex.” I kiss him tenderly, then give his sore arse a squeeze.
He moans at the sore skin, but smiles. “Any time, Daddy, any time you want.”
Saint gives him a wink as he saunters back to sit with his friend, Joey. “He looks like you had fun.” He smirks and takes another sip of his drink.
I catch the bartender and order another Coke. “We did.” I flex my hand, the sting on my palm almost gone now.
“You really should try paddles and floggers; you’d save the sting on your hand that way.”
“Hmm, littles tend to shy away from floggers. A paddle sometimes does the trick, but I enjoy the sting as much as they do. Almost. Did you have fun?”
“We did. I think Noah may be feeling sore for a couple of days. Won’t you, boy?” He looks at Noah, who is kneeling by his side. Noah nods but the smile and hearts in his eyes for Saint shows how much they love each other.
I think of the guy with the cool tattoo and call the bartender back over. “Hey, Rich, who’s the guy with the compass tattoo? I haven’t seen him before. Know his name and his lifestyle?”
“Sorry, Royal, I didn’t see him. You want me to ask around?”
“No, not important tonight, just curious.”
Saint frowns at me, then waits for Rich to move on to someone else. “What was that about?”
“Nothing really, just a guy I didn’t recognise. I only saw his back, and he had a cool tattoo. You ready to go?” I finish my drink, annoyed that I’d driven and couldn’t have a whisky with Saint.
I drop them off at his place and drive the fifteen minutes home in silence. It’s almost two in the morning, and I want a shower and my bed.