There was so much happening at the same time in the club that Baxter had a hard time deciding where to look. The auction had been fun, the MC making a show of auctioning off the Doms and subs who had volunteered. They were either not contracted or were being bought by their own master, Daddy had explained to him. It was an honor system, where other Doms would bid on subs but always allowed their own Master to claim them, all for charity. The bidding did get heated a few times with uncontracted subs especially, but it was all in good fun, and Baxter was amused watching.

After the auction was where it got interesting. It was open house, Daddy had told Baxter, but that didn't mean anyone could walk in from the street. They had to buy a ticket beforehand, the proceeds going to the charity. And the owners had still done as much of a background check as they could on all the guests. It was also a great way to attract new members, Daddy had said.

Baxter stuck close to him, appreciative of the firm grip Daddy had on his hand. "Do you want to watch a flogging demonstration?" Daddy asked.

Baxter quickly nodded, eager to see something live he'd only read about. Daddy tugged his hand and Baxter followed him to a room that had a glass panel so they could see what was happening inside the room. A sub was tied to a cross with his back toward them, arms and legs spread wide. The Dom was warming up, it seemed, making slow moves with both his arms, then rolling his shoulders.

Daddy took position behind him, wrapping both his arms around Baxter, and he leaned back against him. He felt safe like this, and he wasn't immune to the appreciative looks of people around him, both Doms and subs. He assumed those glances were because Daddy was hot as fuck, but when he thought about it a little, that didn’t explain why Doms looked at him that way, so maybe he had a few admirers as well. No wonder, with his body on display like that.

He had mentally balked at first at the outfit Daddy had picked out for him, but then Daddy had distracted him and he forgot to protest it. When he’d put it on today, he had reminded himself nobody he knew would be there. Nobody but Daddy, and that was all that mattered. If he were honest, he had to admit it looked good on him. It was far sexier than anything he had ever worn, but he couldn't deny it showed off his ass in the best way possible.

In the room, the Dom said something to the sub they couldn't hear, and the sub nodded at him. "He's asking for his consent," Daddy said, and Baxter thought it was amazing he did that even for an agreed demonstration, with all these people watching.

Then he started, and they could hear the sound from the room. Baxter gasped as the Dom's arm snapped and the flogger landed on the sub’s shoulder. God, that had to hurt, and he wasn't surprised at the red stripe that appeared almost instantly. The Dom didn't give the sub any time to react or process, continuing swinging. He was creating a pattern, Baxter realized, working his way down the sub’s back, the fiery red stripes perfectly parallel and symmetrical. It was almost like art, and Baxter could appreciate it from that point of view, but he couldn't imagine himself enduring that.

"What do you think?" Daddy whispered into his ear.

"It's mesmerizing," Baxter said. "But I don't think it's something I would want to try."

"This is what I would classify as intermediate," Daddy said. "This is definitely not for beginners, but I've seen far more intense sessions. Given how you’ve responded to a little pain so far, I think you might enjoy a light version of this."

Baxter filed that away as something to put on their to try list. He smiled as he realized how long that list was getting, thanks to Daddy's experience and his willingness to try new things. It didn't look like they would run out of ideas anytime soon, and that idea made him happy.

After that, they watched a shibari demonstration, which Baxter found beautiful, but a little boring. "I mean no disrespect, but what is the sub getting out of this?" he asked Daddy, making sure to keep his voice low.

"It requires a lot of trust to allow someone else to tie you up like that. Imagine, you are completely at your Dom’s mercy like this. But it's also soothing and comforting and many subs who love it list that as the main reason," Daddy said.

Baxter took his word for it, but after watching it for ten minutes, he was already bored, let alone when he would be the one being tied. He squirmed a little, and Daddy chuckled in his ear. "Ready to move on?"

When they reached the next demonstration, it was a closed room. "This is the theater, as we call it," Daddy said. "It's set up like a real theater with a stage, so everyone can watch. But not all the guests have access here. You have to be pre-approved, as this is a little more intense."

Baxter's curiosity was piqued, and of course, Daddy had no trouble getting in. The theater was already getting full, even though the stage was still empty, and Daddy led them to a spot near the back where they found seats on surprisingly comfortable, sturdy plastic chairs.

"If you want to leave at any time, just whisper yellow, okay?" Daddy said in a low tone, and now Baxter was even more curious about what was going to happen.

He didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, the lights above the audience were dimmed and the spotlights on the stage were turned on. A man walked out on stage, completely naked except for the black collar around his neck, and kneeled. He sat motionless for about a minute, and then another man appeared, his Dom. Baxter couldn't guess that from his clothes, as the man wasn't wearing any, but his posture made it clear he was in charge. Plus, he wasn't wearing a collar.

Baxter's cock had been mostly hard throughout all the demonstrations, though it had softened a little with that shibari stuff, but now it hardened again. He wasn't sure why, as the sight of two naked men wasn't that exciting, but something was about to happen.

The Dom walked around the sub, his eyes never glancing at the audience, before he came to a stop behind him. The sub still had his head bowed, and the Dom grabbed his hair and pulled his head back with a force that would've made Baxter's eyes water. Then he bent down and kissed his sub. It wasn't a soft kiss, but a brutal claiming, and the way he rammed his tongue into the sub's mouth made it clear who was in charge.

He let go of the sub and walked to his front. Without even saying a word, he offered him his cock, which stood at half-mast. Baxter expected the sub to start sucking it, but he didn't. Instead, he merely opened his mouth and allowed the Dom to put the tip of his dick in. He didn't close it around him, and as the Dom made a few very slow moves, dragging his cock over the sub's tongue, he started drooling.

It made him hard, the Dom, and Baxter too. He wasn't sure why it was so hot, the almost indifferent way the Dom was treating this sub, but it was. The Dom took a step forward, then shoved his dick deep into the sub's mouth.

"Suck," he said, and Baxter realized that was the first word he had spoken.

The sub obeyed immediately, closing his mouth around him and starting to work the dick in his mouth. That lasted for two minutes or so, and then the Dom gave his second command. "Stop."

The sub stopped, keeping his mouth closed around the Dom’s dick but no longer moving. He didn't have to as the Dom started thrusting deep into his mouth until the sub gagged. The Dom ignored it, grabbing the sub’s head with both hands and shoving his cock all the way in, his pubes buried against the sub’s nose. He stayed that deep inside him for a few seconds, and Baxter was about to get worried if the sub would ever be allowed to breathe again, when the Dom pulled out. The sub sucked a breath in so hard they could all hear it—a raspy, shuddering gasp. And yet he didn't move, didn't use his hands to wipe off the drool and tears that were dripping down his face. No, he stayed motionless as soon as he had air again, allowing the Dom to do it all over again.

Baxter was so fucking hard, and his hand went to his dick to rearrange it a little. But Daddy was faster, grabbing his wrist in an iron grip. "No," he commanded. "No touching yourself."

At first, Baxter thought it was because it wasn't allowed or something, but then he looked around him. His breath caught in his lungs as he realized what was happening in the room. The light was dimmed to the point where details were hard to see, but the sounds coming from around them were unmistakable. There were sloppy sounds of blow jobs, slick noises of dicks being jacked off, the sucking of kissing, and hell if it didn't sound like someone was actually fucking someone else with loud slaps of flesh on flesh.

"But Daddy," he protested, until Daddy's hand found his nipple and twisted it hard. He bit back a yelp of pain.

"You take what I give you," Daddy said in that wonderful, hot as fuck voice.

Even in the dim light, Baxter could see how aroused Daddy was himself, so why was he tormenting them? Not that he was stupid enough to ask, his throbbing nipple reminding him that Daddy could be mean if he wanted to. Instead, he focused his attention back on the stage, where the Dom pulled his cock out of the sub's mouth. It was rock hard now, glistening with the sub's saliva.

"Up on your feet," was the command, and the sub obeyed instantly. "Now turn around and show them your pretty little hole," the Dom said.

Again, the sub didn't hesitate as he turned his ass toward the audience and bent over a little.

"Bend and grab your ankles. I want them to have a good look," the Dom said.

The sub did as he was told and his hole opened wide. Baxter felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and he wasn't sure if it was because he felt sorry for the sub or because he was embarrassed to witness this. It was a strange mix of emotions, arousal fighting with guilt and embarrassment. Because god, it was hot.

The Dom grabbed some lube from a bottle on the table that stood on the stage, then walked back over to the sub. "Let's show everyone what a little slut you are," he said, and strangely enough, Baxter could hear the affection in his voice.

Two fingers were shoved into the sub's ass without preamble, and he took it without so much as a whimper. In fact, he pushed back his ass, a nonverbal request for more. And more he got, as those two fingers became three that pumped his hole open, and then four. The sub now had to work for it, little pants falling from his lips as he allowed it in.

"Let's move to the swing," the Dom said, and the sub breathed out audibly as he rose and followed him. The swing, Baxter discovered, was a contraption that was suspended from an iron beam in the ceiling. With moves that showed this wasn't their first time, the sub got himself in and was fastened by his Dom, who carefully checked all connections before he continued the scene.

The huge dispenser with lube should have been a dead giveaway, but still Baxter was surprised when after a few minutes of taking four fingers, the Dom made it five. Baxter held his breath, but the sub pushed back visibly, and the Dom's hand slowly disappeared inside him.

"Holy fuck," Baxter whispered. He'd heard of fisting, had seen a few pictures online, but he had never seen it in person. And if he had ever thought it couldn't be pleasurable, the ecstasy on the sub’s face proved him wrong. His cock was leaking, and his face showed the same mix of pain and pleasure that Baxter experienced when Daddy spanked him.

A minute or five later, those five fingers had become a fist, and Baxter didn't dare move out of fear of coming in his pants. His heart was racing, a thin layer of sweat covering his body, and his balls were aching, so desperate to release the pressure. God, around him it was an orgy, the sounds spurring him on as much as the demonstration on the stage

"Daddy, please," he whispered, not too proud to start begging.

"What's wrong, baby boy?" Daddy teased him.

He couldn't take it anymore and crawled on Daddy's lap. "Please, I'm so hard."

"But baby boy, we're in public. What do you expect me to do about it?"

And then he understood. This had to be his choice. It was a line he was crossing, one he would've never considered crossing before. And maybe he wouldn't have, if he hadn't been so riled up and if people all around him weren't doing the exact same. Still, his heart sped up at the thought. Everyone could see them. In fact, who knew when the lights would turn back on?

He hesitated for a few seconds more, then took the jump. "I don't care. Please, Daddy, I need you to take care of me."

Hagen had been waiting for Baxter to signal he was up for this. This was not something he wanted to push him into, not even when he had to dig his nails into his hands to prevent himself from grabbing him, from touching him, from bending him over and taking him. The need to claim him was thundering through him, but he couldn't. This was too big of a step to cajole Baxter into, but now that he had suggested it himself, had begged Hagen, all bets were off.

He bent over to grab the towel he knew was under his chair and put it on the floor. "Kneel," he told Baxter, and the boy went to his knees in front of him instantly.

On stage, the slick sounds mingled with moans from the sub as his master fisted him toward a climax. Hagen had every intention of doing the same, but Baxter would have to wait a little longer. Hagen wriggled his leather pants low enough so he could free his cock. The dim light in the theater was strong enough to see Baxter's hungry eyes, and that look fired Hagen up even more.

He grabbed Baxter's head none too gently, then forced himself to calm down and do a last check. "Green?"

"Green," Baxter whispered, then opened his mouth.

Hagen pulled him on his cock, not going slowly but sinking it in all the way, until he heard Baxter gag. He waited a little and then pulled back, only to do it again. Baxter's hands found his knees, clutching them, and that wouldn't do. "Hands on your back and don't move them," he told him.

Baxter moaned around his cock, the sound a drug to Hagen's already fired-up system. He had no patience to go slow, no desire to draw this out. He needed him, and judging by the way Baxter eagerly sucked him in, his boy felt the exact same way. Hagen fucked his mouth hard, his fingers threading through Baxter's hair and pulling him toward him with every thrust. Baxter's eyes were watering, drool pooling around his mouth, and Hagen thought he looked stunning in the best debauched way.

His balls pulled up, and he allowed it, no longer fighting back the release. This would be quick and dirty, and after that, he would make Baxter fly. He slammed into his mouth one more time, then stayed there until he exploded, shooting his cum straight down Baxter's throat. When he let him go, Baxter was gasping for air, and Hagen pulled him on his lap to hold him for a little bit, until he had calmed down.

"Still green?" he asked him, wanting to make sure.

"So fucking green," Baxter said, and Hagen decided to forgive him for not calling him Daddy. That level of eagerness was always to be rewarded.

"Take off your pants," he told him, and if he had any doubt left about Baxter's wishes, they evaporated when the boy jumped up and shimmied out of those ridiculously tight hotpants. Hagen's cock had recovered already, and he reached in the bowl under his seat for a condom, knowing they were always there, mixed in with packets of lube. He rolled one on, then opened a packet of lube and squirted some out on his fingers.

Baxter looked at him hesitantly, unsure of what to do, and Hagen smiled as he pointed toward his lap. Baxter got the hint and draped himself across Hagen's lap. Hagen's slick fingers immediately found his hole. There were times when he wanted to take it slow, but right now, he was in a hurry. And so was Baxter, he suspected.

He didn't say a word as he worked him open, Baxter actively helping him and letting him in. When he had two fingers in with ease, he decided it would be enough. He wanted Baxter to feel him, to know that he was Hagen's.

He dragged him up by his arm, then positioned him over his lap, facing him. "Lower yourself on my cock," he told him.

"Oh god," Baxter groaned as he spread his legs and sank down, twisting a little when Hagen's tip breached his hole. His face distorted with concentration and his breath came in pants, and Hagen sucked them all in, the noises Baxter made as he took him in inch by inch, until he was sitting on Hagen's cock.

"If you want to come, you're going to have to do it hands-free," he told Baxter. "I'm gonna fuck the living daylights out of you, but you can't touch yourself. You can come at any time, but don't you dare touch that dick."

A violent shiver went through Baxter. "Yes, Daddy."

The first few thrusts were careful, Hagen making sure he had the right angle, but then he dug his hands into Baxter's hips and lifted him off his cock, pushing him downward while snapping his hips up, slamming inside him. He didn't even try to be quiet, knew there was no need to as around them most people were engaged in some kind of sexual activity. Besides, he didn't care. His need to own Baxter trumped everything else.

At first, Baxter held back his moans, which made Hagen fuck him even harder. He wanted him to fall apart, to come completely undone. He repositioned a little, and his next thrust must have hit Baxter's prostate spot-on, because he wailed. Hagen smiled, digging his fingers in with a force that was bound to leave bruises, and went to town.

He was so hot and slick around him, so perfectly snug and tight. Someday, Hagen wanted to make a video of him fucking Baxter, because he had to see how those bubble cheeks bounced on his cock, how that greedy little hole sucked him in.

"You are so perfect," he grunted as he kept slamming in. "So fucking perfect. Are you gonna come for Daddy? Are you gonna show Daddy what a good boy you are? I'm claiming you, baby boy, in front of everyone."

Baxter's "Daddy!" was a mix between a plea and a whine, and it spurred Hagen on. He felt Baxter tense around him, knew he was seconds from coming, and it rushed through him, the knowledge and satisfaction that Baxter was his.

He gave one last brutal thrust, shooting his load into the condom with a low grunt of pleasure, and Baxter shuddered and cried out, his cum landing all over Hagen's stomach. Hagen held onto him until he stopped spurting, then allowed him to collapse against him, his cock still buried to the hilt inside him.

"My perfect, perfect boy," he whispered in his ear. And then he couldn't hold back the words anymore. "I love you."

Baxter froze in his arms but relaxed just as quickly again. His voice was a whisper, soft as silk when it reached Hagen's ears. "I love you too, Daddy."