Page 11 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)
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SASHA
The club was dark as sin when I walked in. Low lighting made my vision issues more pronounced. My eyes would adjust as they always did. They just needed time, so I made my way through the throng of kinksters to the bar, lit up like a lighthouse on a foggy night.
I perched on the edge of a barstool, watching the bartenders work as my eyes adjusted.
The guy closest to me moved with ease and with a grace a guy his size shouldn’t have.
He wasn’t enormous, but with thick thighs, a trim waist, broad shoulders, and an expansive, cut chest and arms that could crack a walnut or a few heads, not to mention a face that could make a man weep at how pretty it was, rounded out the package.
He could have easily been a defenseman, but something told me his grace came from combat boots and not a set of skates.
He came closer, and I watched as he joked and flirted with the twinks ordering drinks near me.
When he set drinks down in front of the boys, who had to be friends because the ribbing was harsh but everyone laughed it off, and the victim didn’t even blink when he tossed a “bitch, please, like you wouldn’t’ve done the same,” at the guy teasing him, he laughed along with him, and I caught a hint of a dimple above his beard.
I watched the boys walk away before turning back when the bartender asked, “Hey man, what can I get you?”
I looked him up and down, and he smirked, “Not on the menu, but thanks for the offer, Daddy.”
I chuckled, “Just my luck. I’m Alex, by the way,” I said, holding my hand out to shake his. I never used Sasha outside of hockey. It helped to keep who I was a secret for a bit longer.
He smirked and gripped my hand in a firm, friendly handshake that told me he knew Alex wasn’t all I went by when he replied, “Ewen. Nice to meet you, Alex. You new in town?”
“Yeah. Kinda. I lived here for a bit. I’ve gotta say, I would’ve killed for a place like this back then.”
“I feel you, man. I grew up in the area and just came back. There was jack shit to do here before I went off to the Marines.”
Bingo.
“There weren’t many places a gay guy could get a drink without having to fight off the chicks and no fucking place for someone in the lifestyle when I lived here. The approval email coming in yesterday was a welcome sight. I expected it to take longer, though.”
“Sometimes it does, but with school opening up, clearing out the inbox is a priority before classes start because we get flooded with applications from students wanting to take a walk on the wild side.”
“You don’t take students?” I asked .
“We do, but you saw the application. You gotta have some knowledge of the lifestyle and community to get through the vetting process.”
I nodded. They had most definitely been thorough.
“Ewen!”
Someone cried out, and he waved with a smile.
“Can I get you anything or do you need a bit?”
“I’ll take a Vodka Collins.”
Ewen nodded and started making my drink. I turned to look around the club. The boys Ewen had just served were on the dance floor, giving a table of Daddies the eye and putting on a show. I smirked. The boys were either already hooked up or had picked out their prey for the night.
They weren’t the only ones on the floor. Boys of every shape and size filled the space, all of them gorgeous, some sexy as hell, others blatantly smutty, but none of them caught my interest, at least not more than a passing glance to acknowledge how beautiful they were.
I sighed. I wasn’t into brats who bratted too much or littles who regressed past a middle.
I liked boys who knew how to have fun but also knew when it was time to be serious and do what needed doing.
While I knew judging a book by the cover was stupid, I couldn’t help it.
The boys on the floor just didn’t do anything for me.
My eyes wandered away from the floor, my gaze passing over several guys only to stop and move back to a boy leaning against the pillar, watching the others dance.
Oh yeah. That’s what I was looking for .
He definitely piqued my interest.
Breathtakingly tall, muscular without being bulky, long, long legs, and a head full of shoulder-length, reddish brown hair. But it was his mouth and eyes that really captured my attention. His full lips shone in the dim blue lights that made the kink club into a dance club.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”
“He is,” I said, turning back to the bartender. I traded my membership card for the drink he held. Glancing back at the boy, I asked, “Is he a regular?”
He scanned the card without removing his eyes from the boy who stood off to the side alone. After handing me my card, he braced his hands on the edge of the bar.
“No. Not that I know of, and he’s not someone you’d forget.”
My head bobbed in agreement. The boy was too fucking exquisite to be ignored or forgotten.
“Did he order a drink?”
“Not from me.” He turned and spoke to the other two bartenders, then came back to me. “He tried. He didn’t have a payment method attached to his membership card, according to Slone.”
“What did he try to order?”
“A soda.”
“Can you send one to him? And if there’s a room I could reserve for the night?”
“Jumping the gun, aren’t you? ”
“If he doesn’t wanna play, that’s fine, but I don’t drive once I start drinking. Plus, this will save me from fighting the college kids and this crowd for a ride share.”
“Smart man.” He moved over to the computer, tapping a few times on the screen before looking back up at me. “I’ve got a couple of rooms left. Want me to add one to the card on file?”
“Yeah. I don’t need anything special.”
“So, no whips and chains or shower drains?
I laughed. “No. Definitely no shower drains.”
Golden showers weren’t my thing.
“Got it reserved.”
“Thank you, and I don’t know who I praise for the way the club is set up and managed…”
“For this location? Me, but I can’t take all the credit for the idea.
That came from a couple of service buddies.
They opened the original club in Nashville.
But we are one large community, so if you download the app, you can access the message boards.
To give feedback, check out the Gripes and Glories thread.
There’s also a submission form for suggestions. ”
“Awesome. I’ll check it out. Thanks.”
The last syllable hadn’t fallen silent when the bartender named Slone approached the boy with the drink. He looked at Slone with surprise, but took the drink. Slone pointed toward me, and the boy turned to face me fully.
His profile didn’t do him justice. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on.
Long reddish-brown hair framed his strikingly gorgeous face.
His eyes too far away to tell the color, but whatever color they were, they were lined in black and his lips…
fuck me… they were glossy, but not overly so.
It was just enough that they looked freshly kissed and left wet and plump.
His eyes widened enough that I noticed, even from a distance.
His chin dropped a bit as he looked at me.
I had to wonder if it was submission or shyness.
Either way, I wanted to see that look up close and personal.
Preferably looking up at me as he knelt to worship my cock with those lips I wanted a taste of so desperately.
“Maybe you didn’t jump the gun after all. Lucky bastard.”
I didn’t acknowledge Ewen. I only had eyes for the boy who slowly made his way toward me from across the crowded dance floor.
The room pulsed and vibrated with the music, the lights, somehow, synced with the sound surrounding us, creating a rainbow laser light show.
Yet, with all the distractions, the only thing that registered with me was the boy.
God, he was jaw-droppingly gorgeous.
The way he moved… fluid, as if he glided on ice. His long legs encased in slim-fit jeans ate up the distance as his hips rolled. Graceful and fluid. He mesmerized me. A bomb could go off, and it wouldn’t have been enough to pull my gaze from him.
The closer he got, the more enraptured I became.
My cock lengthened and throbbed in my pants.
My blood hummed as it raced through my veins, fighting to keep my heaving lungs and tingling body oxygenated.
I knew it had been awhile but fuck, I couldn’t ever remember a time when someone affected me the way this boy had and we’d not spoken or touched.
Yet.