Flagging Hunter Green

A hunter green hanky in the right pocket becomes something more elaborate.

CW: kink party, public sex, Daddy kink, Sir kink, group sex, strap-ons, fingering

 

I’m the first bootblack of the kink party, and my shift is wrapping up. Shane is sitting in my seat as my last pair of boots for the night. She’s wearing a maroon harness under her black button-up, and a pair of jeans with a silver belt buckle that says “BUTCH.” 

“Hi, Daddy,” I purr, looking up as Shane spreads her legs into the metal stirrups and leans down to me. She curls her fingers, motioning for me to stand and get closer to her. I obey. 

She kisses me with slow possession, letting everyone know who’s in charge here. I rest my hands on her knees as she reaches to trace my jawline and run her tongue gently along my lips. 

“Fuck,” I whisper when she pulls away, dizzy and distracted from my task already. 

“Better get to it, prettyboy. These dirty boots aren’t gonna clean themselves.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” I say. It sounds like a whimper.

I hope Shane doesn’t notice how my thighs shake when I sit down. But there’s no way she doesn’t notice how my hands tremble when I reach for the glycerin soap and water bottle, pouring a tiny pool of water, finding a dauber brush in my bag, and swirling the mixture together. I swallow and concentrate on firm circular motions on her matte black Docs, wiping the suds away with a clean bar towel. 

I glance up at her and she is looking at me with predatory hunger in her eyes. I blush hotter. 

“You’re so cute, boytoy,” Shane says. 

“Thanks, handsome,” I say with confidence that I don’t feel. I’m nervous as hell. Not for any bad reason. Just the high-strung energy of a looming kink scene that I’ve wanted for years and is finally going to happen with three of my hottest butch friends. 

I make admittedly slow work of her boots. I’m still new at this. And honestly, I’m not in a rush to get her out of my chair. 

When I’m done cleaning her boots, I gaze up at her again. Her dark eyes roam my body. I try to nudge her boot up to my shoulder, but her leg is heavy and I am not strong, so I have to ask her: “Want to put your boot on my shoulder so I can lick it?” 

“God yes, prettyboy.” 

She lifts her leg to my shoulder and I turn my head toward it but keep my eyes on Shane, licking a broad stroke up her boot. 

“Fuck,” she mutters. 

Instead of asking to do the same thing with her other boot, I lower myself to the ground from the chair and lick her boot on my knees. 

“Fuck!” she says, louder. “Avery. Fuck. You’re so hot.” 

I look up at her from drooling on her boot and her teeth are gritted, hands flexing on her thighs. 

“Thanks, Daddy. It’s a good view, in between your legs,” I say as I step to standing, placing my hands on hers, leaning in to brush my mouth against hers.

Her hand and mine intertwine fingers, and her other hand comes to tug on my shirt to bring me closer for a heated kiss, tongues brushing and teeth gently nipping. I feel my body growing hot, my cunt getting wet in my jeans. I moan into Shane’s mouth, reaching a hand to grab a fistful of her hair. 

I can feel us getting carried away, and a part of me cares but a bigger part of me really doesn’t. Our tongues slide against each other and I catch her tongue between my teeth to suck gently. We let go of our intertwined hands and feel each other up. My waist, my hips, my ass. Her neck, her chest, her belt loop. 

She breaks from the kiss to growl when I tuck in a thumb and tug on her belt loop. She guides my hand to her crotch, where she’s hard packing for me, and I moan, “Oh, fuck,” before I can help myself. “You hard for me, Daddy?”

“That’s right, handsome. I am. What are you gonna do about it?” 

“Hmm… Do you want me to condition your boots now, or after I grind on them?” 

“After. I want you grinding on them now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, nodding. I make quick work of cleaning up the bootblack stand, throwing my soap and conditioners and dirty towels in my bag. 

I tug off the foot rests and let her step down from the stand. When we are face to face, she smirks down at me. 

“You’re cute,” she says, ruffling my hair. I blush more, fumbling as I stick the foot rests back in place. 

Like a gentleman, she offers to carry some of my things, and we scan the party for Austin and Jasper. They’re in line for drinks, so we check in about the scene and claim a spot in one of the kink rooms. Shane gets her hands on me immediately, mouth on my neck, murmuring dirty sweet nothings to me. I reach for her hair and moan Daddy in her ear, feeling the way her hands tighten around my hips when I call her that. 

She slips her greedy hands up my shirt and moans, “Fuck, kid, I want you out of these clothes.” 

“Fuck yes, Daddy.” 

She lifts my t-shirt over my head and I follow by stripping myself of my binder. She goes in for the button of my jeans and I feel my cunt throb. She pulls my jeans down my thighs, revealing the hunter green jockstrap that I’m wearing. She snarls at me. 

“You filthy prettyboy fucktoy. Flagging Daddy for me, huh?” 

“Yeah, Daddy,” I whine as she plays with the waistband of the jock. 

We kiss sloppily for a moment before attending to my boots and jeans, unlacing the Solovairs, pulling my jeans off, and re-lacing them back up. 

“Is this your cute outfit for me, prettyboy?” Shane asks. 

“Oh, we’re not even close to there yet, Daddy,” I promise. I reach into my duffel, digging through the layers of toys and accessories. “Want to help me into my bulldog harness?” 

“God yes,” she says. She helps buckle me in and then tugs on the front O-ring, chuckling when I stumble and gasp. “Fuck, you look good, kid.” 

I moan. “Thank you, Daddy… Still have more to the outfit, though.” 

Her gaze heats. I turn around to shuffle through my bag, pulling out the waist and thigh harness that Austin made me. It’s thick black leather with a connection in the back for my wrist cuffs to attach. 

“What’s this?” Shane asks, curiosity lilting her voice. 

“You’ll see.” I bite my lip, gazing at her dark blue eyes. 

I buckle the waist harness around myself, then the thigh harnesses. Shane looks like she’s about to start drooling at me.

I produce the wrist cuffs – green leather with black straps – and invite her to put them on me. 

“These can also clip to the O-ring in the back,” I say. 

“Fuck, boytoy,” she groans. “This is your outfit for me?” 

I look down at myself, blushing. “Almost.” 

I grab the green hanky from the back pocket of my discarded jeans and unfold it, fold it diagonally, and then wrap it around my right boot ankle. She laughs and bites her lip. 

“Oh, and I have your surprise.” I smile up at her from kneeling. 

“Oh?” 

She looks down at me and I adore being at this angle, on my knees. 

I reach into my duffel bag and pull out a black leather collar with dark green adornments that read “DADDY’S” “BOYTOY” on either side. 

I watch Shane’s face light up as she reads the collar. 

“You dirty, pretty little boytoy. You want me to collar you?” Shane asks with a growl.

Pleasure surges through me. I feel a blush break out on my whole face down to my neck and chest. She’s right. I blush all over. 

“Yes, I do, Daddy.” 

“Oh, prettyboy… C’mere.” 

I shuffle on my knees closer to her, reaching up to hand her the collar. She leans down to murmur to me, so that only I can hear. 

“You are such a good boytoy. I’m gonna ruin you tonight, filthy boy.”

My entire body throbs at the promise. 

“Daddy,” I say in a weak voice. 

She buckles the collar around my waiting neck. I lick my lips. She notices and grins at me. I gulp.

She checks the tightness of the collar by slipping two fingers underneath it, and tugging gently.

“Feel good, handsome?” she asks, cocking her head.

“Yeah,” I breathe. I hand Shane the leash with the green handle reading ‘DADDY.’ “Now this is my outfit for you.” 

“You… filthy… prettyboy fucktoy,” she says slowly, eyes roaming all over me. She tugs on the leash handle, bringing me close enough to kiss. As our lips brush, she murmurs to me, “I’m gonna fucking destroy you, kid.” 

“Daddy,” I moan. “Please. Fuck.”

“Mmm… Please what?”

“God, please use me, Daddy. I’m yours. I’m your fucktoy.” 

“Daddy’s boy,” she growls.

“Daddy’s boy,” I eagerly agree. 

“You said something about grinding on my boot, handsome boy.” 

My skin grows hotter as I nod eagerly, staring at her lips. 

“Use your words, kid.”

“Y-yeah, Daddy. I’d like that. Grinding on your boot.” 

Shane kisses me hard and then attends to her own bag of toys, fishing out her boot harness, a wand toy, and a condom. I watch her with my mouth open as she dresses up her boot for me. I feel so, so wet already.

She walks over to a chair in the corner of the room and I follow, tugged along by the leash. My skin is warm. 

“Get in my lap,” she orders, tugging on my waist harness. I obey, hypnotized by her dominance. “You little toy.” She runs her hands up my body, tugging on each piece of leather she finds. She glances at the doorway and smiles. I turn my head and see Austin and Jasper watching with drinks in hand, not able to enter the kink room until they’re finished. They wink at us. 

I feel a tug on my collar and turn back to Shane, her lips swiftly on mine with hunger and urgency. I moan into her mouth, grinding into her lap. She squeezes my hips, groaning. 

“God, I want to fuck you right now,” she blurts out. 

“Fuck!” I moan. “Fuck, Daddy.”

“Mmm… Get on your knees for Daddy, prettyboy. Before I get carried away. I want to see you sucking my cock while you grind on my boot.” 

“YesDaddy.” 

I brace myself on her flat chest and stand up, kneeling in front of her boot harness, and reaching for her belt. She helps me unbuckle it and unzip her jeans, pulling out her butch cock. I reach down to the wand vibe and turn it on, shuffling my hips to press my clit against it.

I gasp when it hits the right spot, glancing up at Daddy with an open mouth. She takes the opportunity to slip her thumb in my mouth, and I suck and lick and bite eagerly. Her thumb transitions to her middle and forefinger, filling my mouth, sliding in and out.

“Fuck,” I mutter when she pulls away. “Can I suck your cock, Daddy, please?” 

“God yes, boytoy. Suck me off.”

The vibrations between my legs have me delirious and wet, and I take her cock in my mouth, sucking, licking, whimpering. I keep a hand at the base off her cock, rubbing it against her cunt, and listening to her delicious moans. 

When the sensations from the wand are too much, I pull my mouth off of Daddy’s cock and gasp, “Oh fuck, Daddy, it feels so good, I’m so close.” 

“Naughty boy… You know you can’t come yet. Stop.” 

I obey, shifting my hips back so that the vibe isn’t touching me. I fumble for the off button. My clit still feels the numbing buzz of the toy, throbbing. 

“Stand up.” 

I do, on shaky legs. Shane turns me around, and I see that Austin and Jasper are almost done with their drinks. She takes my wrists and clips them behind me to my waist harness, feeling me up when she’s done. 

“Prettyboy… God. I’m gonna ruin you in this cute little outfit.” 

“Mmm… You promise?” I ask cheekily. 

“Yeah, handsome, I do.” 

She stands and feels up my chest, gripping my throat, muttering filthy promises in my ear. 

“You wanna get fucked by your friends, kid?” she asks, making eye contact with Austin and Jasper, who are putting their empty drinks down on the nearest surface and making their way over to us. 

“Yeah, Daddy, I wanna get fucked and used…” I moan as her tongue slides up my neck, and I tug on my restraints to see how they feel. They’re strong. 

Austin and Jasper are looking at me with hungry eyes while she gropes me. 

“Hey, hotties,” I greet them. 

“Did you see my handsome boytoy and get curious?” Shane asks, gently playing with my nipples. Jasper notices and glances down. 

“Yeah, we did,” Austin says with a lopsided smile. “Curious if we can play with this little toy too.” Austin reaches for my chin, waggling it. It makes me so, so hot to be spoken about like I’m not there. 

“Well, I am a generous Daddy…” Shane says. “What do you say, prettyboy? You wanna get played with?” 

I turn my head to her and she slips a finger in my mouth. I hum and suck, staring at her with big eyes. I nod, whining around her finger. 

“That’s a good boy,” she says. “He’s very eager,” Shane says, speaking to Austin and Jasper, removing her finger from my mouth. “Aren’t you, kid?” 

“Fuck yes, Daddy.” 

“Let’s see how wet we can make you for your friends’ cocks.” 

Austin and Jasper and Shane tug me around by my leather, taking turns kissing my mouth, my neck, my chest… Licking my nipples… Groping my ass, my hips, my tits… Rubbing my aching wet cunt through my jock. My noises grow louder as they touch me more and more. 

“C’mere, prettyboy,” Shane says, tugging me by my leash. She bends me over a table and squeezes my ass, saying, “I want to feel how wet you are, you dirty little butch slut.” 

The answer is that I am very, incredibly, pathetically wet right now. Shane feels me up through the thin fabric of the jock, pulling desperate noises from my throat. When she pulls the fabric to the side and I feel a rush of cool air on my wet cunt, I moan before she even touches me. 

“Fuuuuck, prettyboy. You’re so fucking wet. You desperate little fucktoy. You want it that bad, huh?” Shane curses as she slides a finger up my slit, rubbing my clit and repeating her motions. 

“Yeah, Daddy. Fuck! Ohhh, fuck, Daddy.” I buck into her touch, arms still restrained behind me. “Daddy, please fuck me…” 

“Greedy little toy,” Shane admonishes. 

“Yeah he is,” Jasper says. 

“Fuck,” I whine. 

“I’m not gonna fuck you, prettyboy. You’re gonna fuck yourself. You’re gonna put on a sweet little slutshow for Daddy and your friends and anyone else at this party who wants to watch.” 

“Ohhh, God…” 

Shane pulls away, licking her finger clean. She tugs my leash again, pulling me up to standing and unbuckling my wrist cuffs from my harness. She pushes me to sit on the table. Her forehead presses against mine and she teases my lips, not kissing me. 

“Would you like that, kid? Wanna put on a show for me?” 

My mouth goes dry. I swallow and answer, “Yes, Daddy,” trying to reach for her mouth. She pulls away and winks at me. I whine from the denial as she steps back and grins at me hungrily. 

With a bit of shuffling, Shane gets me the vibe off of her boot while Jasper retrieves a shimmery emerald green dildo from my bag for me. 

I start with my fingers, pulling the jockstrap to the side and sliding my middle finger up my wet aching cunt. I close my eyes and moan, teasing my clit and gasping. I open my eyes and look at Shane, who is breathing hard and looking at me like I’m a meal. Austin is licking their lips. Jasper is looking my body up and down and clearing their throat. 

“Please, Daddy, can I finger myself for you?” I ask. 

“Yes, sweet boy. You may. Thank you for asking. Good manners.” 

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper as I slip into myself, wet and tight and eager for the touch. I curl my finger and moan. Before long I add a second finger and feel myself clench. “Daddy… Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck!” 

Soon my fingers aren’t enough and I slip the emerald dildo inside myself. “Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, mmm, fuck…” 

“Ohh, prettyboy…” Shane says. “You look so good right now.”

“Mmm, thank you, Daddy.” 

I lean back on the table, spreading my legs, and slipping the toy back inside myself. I look at them with my mouth wide in a moan, toy to the hilt, fucking myself harder, moaning louder, arching my back, becoming increasingly needy and desperate. 

“Daddyyyy,” I moan. 

“Yeah, kid?” 

“More. More.” 

“Awww, what do you need, sweet boy? Harder? Deeper?” 

“Bigger,” I beg. 

“Oh, boytoy…” she says. “So fucking needy for us already, hmm?”

”Yeah, Daddy. I am. Please. Please.”

“Fuck. Are you ready, prettyboy? You want it?” — A check in, I realize.

“Yes! Yesss, fuck, Daddy, I want it. Please.” I haven’t stopped fucking myself with the toy, moaning my words as I take it harder and deeper. 

“Well, then. You can have it, prettyboy.” Shane turns to my friends. “My toy is ready to be fucked, gentlemen. Enjoy yourselves.” 

“Don’t mind if we do,” Austin says, smirking at me. 

“Hey, prettyboy,” Jasper says, reaching for my jaw, holding my face while I continue to fuck myself. 

“H-hi, Sir,” I pant. 

“You want us to fuck your slutty cunt and mouth, hmm?” Jasper asks, eyes roaming my body. 

“Yes, Sir,” I moan. 

“Filthy boy,” Austin says, reaching for my hand on the dildo. 

“I am, Daddy,” I agree. I slow my strokes and let them pull the toy from my body. 

They both lean in to take turns kissing me, hands roaming my body while our tongues brush, but they don’t touch the most desperate part of me. 

A spanking bench is available in the kink room and Shane quickly claims it for us while Austin and Jasper tease me, making filthy promises and calling me dirty names. They tug me over to the spanking bench and Shane orders me onto it. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good boy,” Jasper and Shane say at the same time. 

I grin and say, “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Sir.” 

Jasper tugs gently on my short hair, pulling my head back to look at them. With their other hand, they slip two fingers into my mouth and I eagerly suck and drool. Austin’s hands explore my thighs and ass, spanking me on both cheeks and making me groan with my mouth around Jasper’s fingers. 

“Can I finger this slutty cunt, prettyboy?” Austin asks. Jasper removes their fingers so I can answer. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Beg for it,” Austin orders. 

“Fuck… Please, Daddy? Please finger me, Daddy. I’m so wet and ready for it and I need to be fucked, please.” 

Shane reaches for the leash and wraps her hand with the chain. 

“You sweet fucktoy,” she says, bending down to growl in my ear, tugging on my leash. “Such a good boy.” 

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whimper. 

“I’m not convinced, prettyboy,” Austin says, hands teasing my inner thighs. 

”Yeah, I’m not either,” Jasper adds. 

“Beg more, kid,” Shane orders. 

“Fuck!” I moan. “Please, please, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy for you. I’m a filthy slut and I just want to get fucked.” 

“Mmm, what do you think, Shane?” Austin asks.

”He’s your toy to play with, you can do what you want with him.” 

“Fuuuck.” It’s so hot to be talked about like this. 

“I think the slutty toy needs to be louder. I can barely hear him over the music,” Jasper says, smirking at me. 

“Yes, Sir,” I say, finding my volume. “Please, Daddy! I’ll be a good boy. I’m a filthy slut and I just want to get fucked!” 

I realize out of the corner of my eye that I’ve turned heads in the crowd, drawing more attention to myself at this party. 

“Good fucking boy,” Shane growls in my ear, tugging my leash and nibbling on my neck. “Look at all these hot people watching you be a slut for us.” 

I whimper and blush. Austin’s fingers are teasing my sensitive inner thighs. 

“Please, Sir,” I moan, glancing up at Jasper. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck me.” 

“Mmm, prettyboy,” Austin says. “What do you think, Jasper?” 

“I’m convinced. I think he deserves a good fucking from these hot butches. Such a good boy for us already.” 

“Thank you, Sir.” 

I feel Austin’s fingers trace up to my entrance, spreading around the wetness that they find there. 

“Oh, fuck, Avery. You’re so wet,” they praise loudly, announcing to the room that I’m a huge fucking slut for them. 

“Fuck, Daddy!” I slowly grind my hips, trying to get more friction. 

“Naughty boy,” Austin admonishes, grabbing my hip with their free hand and telling me, “Stay still. Take it like a good toy.” 

“Fuuuck… Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good boy,” Shane murmurs. 

Austin drags my wetness up to my clit and plays with me while I curse and beg, until Jasper slips their two fingers into my mouth. I suck eagerly while Jasper and Shane murmur dirty things to me, moaning loudly around Jasper when Austin sinks their finger into my desperate, waiting cunt. I clench my fists and my mouth waters around Jasper’s fingers while Austin slowly fucks me open. My eyelids are heavy, but I see behind Shane the small but watchful crowd. 

I feel so, incredibly, deeply, unabashedly slutty to be fucked at a party by my three hot friends, surrounded by loud music and kinky screams and hot voyeurs watching us. Watching me. 

It makes me wet. 

When Austin adds another finger, I pull away from Jasper’s fingers to yell, “Fuck, Daddy! Yes! Fuck, just like that, Daddy, mmmm… Fuck.” 

“You feel so fucking good on my fingers, prettyboy,” Austin says. 

“You feel so good, Daddy! Fuck me… Please, please… Please fuck me. Curl your fingers in me, ohhhh, yesss, just like that… Daddy, please. More. More. More.” 

“God, filthy boytoy,” Shane says, grip on my collar and leash strong and attentive. “Tell me. Are you a filthy fucking slut?” 

“Fuck yes, Daddy,” I moan. “I’m a filthy fucking slut for it, Daddy, I love getting fucked and used.”

“Good fucking boy.”

“Such a good toy for us,” Jasper praises. 

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Sir.” 

The fingers inside me feel delicious and I’m eager for more. 

“Please, Daddy, can you add another finger?” 

“God, you little slut. You want more, huh?” Austin teases. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good boy.” 

They fingerfuck me open for their cock and, to my delight, they grab the wand vibe and bring it to my clit, groaning about how wet and soft I am for them.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…” I moan and whine. “Please.” 

“Please what, prettyboy?” Shane asks. 

“Please fuck me with your cock, Daddy,” I say to Austin. “Please, I need it. I need to be fucked.” 

“Poor sweet prettyboy,” Austin says. 

“So needy,” Jasper says. 

“First I want to see you sucking off Jasper,” Austin says. 

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp. “Please, Sir, can I suck your cock?” I ask with big eyes looking up at Jasper. 

“Yeah, you pretty little slut. You can.” 

Jasper pulls a red silicone dildo out of their pants and I reach for it, licking the tip and then down the length of it to the base and back up. 

“Good fucking boy,” Shane mutters in my ear. I moan.

Austin pulls a short but girthy blue dildo out of their jeans and teases my soaking wet slit with it, pressing at my entrance, making me whine around Jasper’s cock. 

“What’s a matter, hottie? You want it?” Shane asks. 

I whine eagerly and nod with my mouth wrapped around Jasper. I’m keeping a hand at the base of their cock, grinding it up and down and enjoying the way Jasper’s face transforms in pleasure, mouth opening, eyes drifting closed, brow furrowing. 

“Fuuuck,” Austin moans as they sink into my waiting cunt. 

I pull Jasper out of my mouth to gasp and moan, “Oh fuck, Daddy, you feel so fucking good. Fuck!” 

“You dirty little whore. Better get back to sucking off your Sir, hmm?” Shane orders, tugging on my leash. I feel the tug in my cunt, clenching around Austin while slutty little noises escape my wide open mouth. 

I nod, feeling eager and obedient. I reach for Jasper and take them back in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and letting their cock muffle my noises as Austin fucks me, slowly and gently at first, but soon fucking hard into me. When it becomes fast and hard and I’m in danger of gagging on Jasper’s cock, I pull away and let myself be loud for my friends. 

“FUCK, Daddy! You feel so fucking good inside me. Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, Daddy!” 

The vibe is still buzzing away on my clit, and Austin’s cock feels so good, and I’m getting close. But I’m not allowed to come until Austin and Jasper both fuck me and Shane comes inside me. 

“Fuck, Daddy, I’m so close – please – please turn the vibe off.” 

“Good boy,” Austin says, pulling away the toy and letting me catch my breath. 

“Do you want a turn with him?” Austin asks Jasper. 

“Fuck yeah, I do. You want that, prettyboy?” Jasper asks me. 

“Yes! Fuck,” I exclaim, panting. 

When they switch spots and I start to lick up the length of Austin’s cock, I taste myself and feel slutty and filthy. Jasper sinks into me while I wrap my mouth around Austin. 

“You filthy toy. Look at you. Taking all this butch cock. Filled for Daddy,” Shane says. 

I moan. 

“Such a good boy,” Austin adds, stroking my face. 

“Mmmm,” I respond, mouth full. 

Jasper circles my clit with their finger while they slowly fuck me with their cock, and I twitch and whimper. 

“God, look at you,” Shane says, teasing in her voice. “So fucking wet from getting used by these hot butches.” 

“Mmhmm,” I moan around Austin. 

“Good boy.” 

Jasper switches me back to the vibe on my clit, and I’m riding the edge again in no time. 

“Ohh, Sir,” I gasp, pulling Austin out of my mouth. “Fuck, I’m so close. Please –” 

Jasper pulls away the vibe, turning it off, and they fuck me hard and fast, fucking loud noises out of me while I do nothing but moan and take it. 

“Aww, you’re close, handsome?” Shane teases. “Poor prettyboy fucktoy.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Daddy what?” she growls, tugging on my leash. 

“Daddy… Do you want your turn with me?” I ask. 

“Fuck yes, I do, kid. But you better beg for it better than that.” 

“Daddy please… I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me until you come inside me.”

“More.”

“Please! Please, I’m a desperate filthy slut for your butch cock… Daddy…” 

Jasper pulls out of me, and the group of butches helps me off the spanking bench. Shane leads me to a twin bed-like padded bench, guiding me by my leash. 

“Good boy,” Shane says. “On your back.” 

I obey, climbing onto the bench and lying back, while Shane shimmies out of her jeans and climbs on top of me.

“You dirty little fagdyke boytoy…” Shane murmurs in my ear. “Planning this elaborate scene to get slutted out by a group of butches… Begging for your Daddy’s cock…”

“Daddy!” I moan, gripping her bulldog harness and pulling her in for a kiss. She obliges me, tongue and lips soft while she rubs my slit with her hard cock. My sounds are pathetic, desperate, and loud at this point, even through our kiss. 

“Prettyboy… What do you need?” 

“You, Daddy. I need you.” 

“Good fucking boy.”

Shane slips inside me slowly. We both watch her enter me, and when she’s at the hilt and I’m full of her and glowing with pleasure, she hands me the buzzing wand toy and starts fucking me, gently at first, and growing faster and faster until I’m screaming for her, for Austin and Jasper, for my watchful voyeurs, for the whole party. 

She’s getting close as she fucks me eagerly, I can see the look on her face and hear it in her grunts of “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

“Fuck, Daddy! Please come inside me, Daddy. Please breed my slutty little cunt.” 

At this, Shane’s eyes shut and she groans and bucks into me, yelling, “Fuck!” 

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes, Daddy, you feel so good coming inside me, fuck. I’m so close, Daddy. I’m so so close. Please can I come for you?” 

She nods eagerly and pants, “Yeah, handsome. Come for Daddy.” 

The sensations of the vibrator are building in my clit, growing with every stroke of Shane inside me, and I glance at the crowd that’s been watching us. Watching me get fucked. 

“Come for me, Avery,” Shane growls in my ear, while I gaze at the crowd. 

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp as I come for her. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, DADDY! DADDY! Ohhhhhh, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck.” 

“Fuck yes, prettyboy,” she praises. “Come for me like that. Your orgasm is mine, you filthy toy.” 

“Yes, Daddy!” I say, keeping the vibe on my clit, getting close again. “Please – fuck – can I come again, Daddy? You feel so good…” 

“Yeah, kid, you can come for me as many times as you want.” 

“Fuck!” I groan. “Fuuuuck, Daddy.” It’s coming fast and hard, like it always does the second time. “Daddy… Fuck… Fuck… FUCK! DADDY! YES! Yes! Yes!” 

My legs are shaking around Shane’s waist, throat tight, body clenched, eyes shut, while I come and come. 

When I finally pause and catch my breath and feel myself in my body again, I say, “Okay. I think I’m good now.” I laugh. “Fuck.” 

“God, you’re so hot,” Shane groans.

“Jesus, boytoy,” Austin says.

“You have quite the afterglow, prettyboy,” Jasper adds. 

“Mmmm…” I moan. “Thank you.” 

“I’m gonna pull out of you now, hot stuff,” Shane tells me. 

“Okay,” I say, bracing myself for the change in sensation. 

She pulls out of me and I’m a mess, wetness sticking to my thighs. 

Austin, Jasper, and Shane help me clean up the various toys and mess we left in the kink room. I wipe myself off with baby wipes, pulling off all my leather pieces and changing from my messy jockstrap into clean underwear. Shane sprays the benches with alcohol and wipes off our sweat and cum. 

We kiss and smile and laugh about how good it was. Shane gives Jasper and Austin a brotherly smooch on the cheek as co-tops. We want to stick around a little longer, but the music is loud – extremely loud. Jasper is overstimulated and needs to find a quiet space. Austin has another play partner to check in with for the night.

Shane and I sit on the bench, kissing and whispering to each other about how good it was, saying thank you and you’re fucking welcome, sharing wishes for next times, and gripping each other’s hair through our slow kisses. 

We say goodnight and I smoke a joint with some friends, glowing about our scene for the rest of the night. I call an Uber home, texting the group chat THANK YOU and I’m home safe. I pull my green handkerchief out of my right pocket and lay in bed with my laptop, awake, wired. I write dreamily about my night in a Google doc, reminiscing about every hot moment.