Page 41 of A Daddy to Love

“Well, he’s all dressed up for this,” Rico said.

He had been so nervous about what to wear and now they were already teasing him about attire.

I hadn’t come here to shoot the shit. My focus was on Kairo. I moved through the crowd, his hand holding mine. They might look scary as a group all staring at us, but they were polite and stood aside to let us by.

“Do you want to get a drink? Or dance?” I asked.

“Whatever you decide is good, Daddy.”

“No. You get a say. In everything. You need to be open and communicate or we’re leaving.”

His eyes welled. “Yes, Daddy. I don’t dance so good. I think I’d like a drink?”

“Good choice.”

I got him the sweet drink he’d liked from our first meet. It was more chocolate than alcohol but I hoped it would loosen him up.

It was noisy at the main bar so we walked down the hall toward the B&D rooms.

“Let’s take a peek.”

All the front rooms were in use. Doors stayed open for public scenes, closed if the players wanted privacy. Up front, most were open where the more exhibitionist types could be readily seen and heard.

My curious boy, having sipped half of his drink, was already tugging at me to follow him to the first door. Good for him.

A mostly naked sub was on his knees hugging a wooden pole, his hands tied behind it. The Dom stood over him with a square leather paddle attached to a thin stick. He ran the paddle down his spine, then smacked him twice on both shoulders. The sub already had red patches showing on his skin.

The Dom walked around him, stroking with the leather as if to comfort, then without warning, struck again.

In a strict voice he said, “Does the naughty boy want more?”

“Yes, sir!”

Kairo looked at me and I leaned down to hear his whisper. “But doesn’t it hurt him?”

“It stings. But there are worse toys than paddles. This is softer. As he strokes him, it soothes before the next sting. Done well, it creates a dependency type of arousal.” I smiled. “At least, for me. The two sensations combine to create a thrill and a chill that many find addictive.”

“Like when littles get spanked?” he asked.

“Definitely. The scene is punishment under another’s power but comes with a reward.”

“But did he do something wrong to get punished?”

I shrugged. “These scenes have any backstory anyone wants. Pain creates adrenaline which in turn creates a rush of endorphins. That can be the reward in and of itself.”

“That’s what masochism is,” he said, squaring his shoulders.

He’d been doing his own research. “Yes. But everyone is different. Some want only a bit of that feeling and some want a lot. It’s the Dom’s job to make sure the scene remains safe, consensual and to give aftercare.”

“Aftercare?”

“One of the most important parts.”

He nodded, gaze going to the sub as he cried out after a successive barrage of smacks. We watched for a few minutes before Kairo tugged my hand and said, “What else?”

We walked back into the hall. Catcalls and whistles sailed out the door of another room. Kairo looked in and his face went instantly pink when he saw the naked man tied to a St. Andrews Cross. His back and ass were already covered in welts. His bindings had been loosened enough so he could bend over with his ass out. The show had moved onto to sex with this one. And it wasn’t anything vanilla. There were men lined up with their cocks out and hard, most with condoms already covering them, waiting for a turn with him.

Kairo gave a little eep. This was triple X stuff.