Page 2 of For Life
Leading Maxx deeper into the club, we got close enough to hear the trio. Cielo was kneeling on the spanking bench I’d seen them use the month before, looking overly innocent. A didn’t seem to notice, but Q looked wary.
“What are you thinking about, little one?”
“Nothing Daddy, just excited for my spanking in front of everyone. Reminds me of last time,” Cielo said with false sincerity, making A take notice. “So if you think about it, this is kind of like our monthiversary.”
“If you say so, pup,” A laughed and ruffled Cielo’s blue hair. “Get that cute little butt out for both of us to spank this time, then.”
“Yes, Daddies, if you insist.”
C reached back to peel their leather shorts down to mid-thigh, revealing two disco balls. Except it was their ass. Covered in glitter. And also their balls.
The whole dungeon quieted like a record scratch as the flashing mood lighting reflected off their ass, striking their Daddies mute too. And then it erupted. There was laughter and cheers, whoops and hollers, with Q and A standing stock still. I admit, I laughed my ass off, knowing Q hated glitter and if he wanted to spank his sub, he would have to touch it.
“Oh, you think this is funny, boi?” Q asked, crossing his arms and standing to his full height.
“Yeah, everyone seems to think so, Daddy.”
“Ha,” A laughed once at C’s flippant response, “He’s going to spank you even harder now, and you’ll be cleaning this up for the next week!”
The blood drained out of C’s face, realizing they’d gone maybe a bit too far. I laughed again when A strapped them to the bench so he and Q could start their punishment. Beside me, Maxx leaned close enough for me to feel his hot breath on my neck.
“Did you hear about the guy who dipped his testicles in glitter?” Maxx asked me, whispering in my ear. I turned to look at him skeptically. “Pretty nuts.
Chapter one
MAXX
“Haimama,”Icalledto the phone on speaker. She hated it when I did that, but I had to get ready for work. “How are you doing?”
My mother, whose name was Chán-Juan, but she went by Jan, grumbled at me in Mandarin about me being an ungrateful son before switching to English. “I’d be better if my only son wasn’t a police officer, who gets shot at, in a dangerous city.”
Sighing, I tuned her out and looked in the mirror while I pulled my clothes on. She also hated my body being covered in tattoos, but they were my only outlet for self-expression and my rebellion in college. Over the years I learned to just let her tell me about how I should have been a lawyer, how hard they worked for my sister and I to have a better life. What a waste of money my undergrad degree was if I wasn’t going to use it.
“Lina is a doctor, that should make you proud,” I not-so-subtly threw my sister under the bus to change the topic as I got my service weapon and laced up my boots. “Plus she’s trying to make you a grandbaby.”
“Ba,” she scoffed, “She may beDr. Lì Nà Wu-Duetsch, but she is an animal doctor. Not the same.”
Laughing at my mother’s pickiness, because I knew she was really very proud of my big sister, “And she married a successful doctor who learned Mandarin for you and their future children.”
“You could get married and make babies too,” She said pointedly, “Oh, did I tell you? Dr. Duetsch bought a cabin in Tahoe!”
She never called my brother-in-law by his first name, Bob, too proud to have him in the family. I loved our mom fiercely, especially since our father died when we were still kids. I wondered sometimes at my biggest act of rebellion, being a cop. I had been accepted into law school, but saw the need for more Asian-American men in law enforcement. My community needed protectors that looked like them, and I wanted to make a difference. But I still wasn’t what my parents hoped I’d be. Or able to afford a vacation cabin in Tahoe.
“Yeah, mama, you did,” I sighed, “I’ve got to get to work.”
“Don’t get shot,” she commanded, like her will alone could make it so, “and you live so close, visit me soon!”
“I will, mama, love you.”
The call ended and I was ready to go. I grabbed a Tupperware from my fridge that my mom insisted on supplying me with, and my daily change of clothes. I loved to work out in the station gym or go out for a drink after work. I didn’t really date, but a man had needs.
The thing my mom didn’t know about me, what was inherent and not any choice I’d made, was that I was bisexual. I’d dated girls in my teens but always got annoyed or bored, and tried dating men in college, but many ended up saying something racist and biphobic. I was more attracted to men than women, but I hadn’t found that spark. And there was no point in coming out when I was an officer without a significant other.
Living in Outer Richmond, only six blocks from my mom in San Francisco where I grew up, meant I never brought anyone home. It wasn’t an accident that Iforgotto tell mama my working hours. She tended to show up at random on my off time if I did. But I really shouldn’t complain that my mother loved me too much. Mama made me food, called daily, and I visited about once every other week.
Sitting in the shared garage of my condo, was another thing I had that she hated. An all black, Triumph Bonneville t120. The motorcycle was my baby, and not an electric one like the bike cops in SF. Sexy, sleek, and naked, just the way I liked it.
Technically, it had room for two to go on a long romantic trip, but I just used the saddlebags for work clothes and the back seat for taking food home from visiting my mom. I’d never had a passenger, except my sister, for a ride on it though. That was a sad thought. Still, great for my commute across town.