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Chapter Two

The mansion came into view as Liam drove the car past the gates and made his way along the winding driveway. There was no chauffeur tonight. Liam, like many of his friends, would drive themselves and stay the night. Knowing Adam as he did, Liam was certain that the party was likely to still be in full swing well into the following day anyway.

A smartly suited valet greeted him as he pulled up outside the wide stone steps leading up to the house. Liam grabbed his overnight bag, handed over his keys, then jogged up the steps. The servant greeting him as he stepped through the doors and into the house was a marked contrast to the valet.

Golden hot pants and an open, sleeveless leather vest contrasted perfectly with his dark skin and showed off long, toned legs and solid, silken pecs. His golden falcon mask was decorated with glittery feathered and sequins.

“May I see your invite, sir?”

“Of course.” Liam offered the embossed card, and servant ran a hand-held scanner over it, nodding when the red light turned green.

“Thank you, sir. Your room is on the next floor.” He snapped his fingers and another servant, his outfit silver with an owl mask, came over. “Show Freyr to room seven.”

“This way, sir.” The silver owl took Liam’s bag and led the way upstairs with an unashamed sway to his hips.

Liam had to admit, the silver material looked little more than sprayed on, and the view of the pert silver ass in front of him, promised much for the rest of the party. Once inside his room, Liam began his transformation into Freyr.

Stripping off fully, the first thing Liam donned were black leather shorts with a zip fly. Over them went a customized leather kilt. Liam had styled it on Roman soldier garb, with overlapping leather plates, topped by fake fur around the waist.

His thick-soled biker boots had a customized fur cuff that matched the ones at his wrists. He donned a necklace that at first glance looked like a horn, but on closer examination was a thick cock attached to a chain and which nestled between his pecs in his copious chest hair.

A shoulder armor harness went on next, and his final item was a helmet-mask combination with horns. Liam stared into the mirror and stood tall.

“Behold the god Freyr.” Liam chucked. Then looked around at the tap to his door. Leaving the mask in place, he went to see who his visitor might be.

The character before him wore a wizard’s hat and mask combination, decorated with stars, moons, and pentacles, a chest harness, leather shorts, and boots.

“I put a spell on you.” The man’s wand was a long, slender black dildo, and Liam laughed out loud.

“Come in.” The moment the door was shut he gave the man a hug. “Good to see you, Adam.”

“You, too, Liam. All hail to the god, Freyr.”

“Thank you, oh mighty wizard. I like the masked ball theme.”

“Fits you perfectly since you like to strut your stuff as a Norse god. I decided the servers would either be cats or birds. A predator or prey, depending on your preference. There are unattached subs here as well as a few lone Doms like yourself. As you know, the whole of my basement is one big playroom, but I have organized it so that there are private rooms as well. Downstairs, there’s a gaming room, my husband’s idea. There’s a place for dancing, or you can go out into the gardens. The dungeon playroom will also have displays from a couple of expert Doms and their subs, and guests can participate if they wish. I hardly need remind you of my rules, but since it’s protocol, please do not attempt to poach another Dom’s sub while here, everything that’s done must be with mutual consent, and with regard to the personal safety of all parties. This is a safe place for everyone who comes here. Abuse will not be tolerated, and if I find anyone breaching these rules, they will be blacklisted.”

“Excellent.” Liam nodded.

“Maybe tonight you’ll find the perfect sub.”

There was something about Adam’s smile that made Liam hesitate before replying.

“It will take a very special sub. I thought I’d found him with James.”

“I know that. He broke your heart when he left. I’m sorry he deceived you, but not everyone is a gold-digger. He used you to feather his own nest before flying off with his long-term lover. Forget him. Move on. You owe it to yourself to find happiness.”

“Thanks.” Liam truly appreciated his friend’s concern, but he wanted, needed that special someone. One to be his.

“In fact, I think I have the perfect candidate. I know this one quite well. He had a bad experience with an abusive Dom.” Adam cracked his knuckles. “He was the one crying when I’d finished with him. He’s very cautious as a consequence. Come with me.”

“I don’t think—”

“Exactly.” Adam cut Liam off. “I don’t want you thinking. I want you to look, and I want you to feel.”

Since he was ready to join the party anyway, Liam shrugged and followed his friend from the room. Halfway down the stairs, Adam stopped and pointed, and Liam knew exactly who his friend was pointing at, despite there being several men in the huge entrance hall.

The sub wore platformed high-heeled shoes and swayed his hips as he walked, head held high. The leather cock ring and sheath encased a dick of decent length that was currently tied with black silk so it lay tight against his belly.