Naughty November

Chapter 3

THREE

DADDY SHELDON

The club isn’t full yet, but I love the mix of costumes and kink gear. A group of Doms—some of whom I know and some who are new to me—are gathered around the Naughty November Kink List and the ones with subs are making plans.

“I think July would like to try sounding with Roman,” Shepherd, an androgynous Dom who helps Q and A run the club, states in the same way they might say their sub wants pasta for lunch.

“Sounding is fun,” a silver-haired Dom in a charcoal suit nods, a sadistic smirk on his sharp face. “I’m interested in tentacles for Basil. We’ve done everything else except the ones where another person is involved. I don’t share.”

The kinks I assume he is talking about are an orgy, cuckolding, and a glory hole. I’ve been in orgies before, but always feel awkward unless I have a date or someone I know I can play with. Cuckolding feels like something for a well-established polyamorous, or open relationship. That isn’t me and isn’t likely to change in the next two weeks.

The glory hole is intriguing. I’ve seen them in gay clubs and random men’s rooms over the years, but haven’t ever tried one. The mix of anonymity and exhibitionism sounds hot. Doing it in a safe way, as A described it to me, with pre-checks for testing results and a sign with limits, makes the prospect even more doable. I will definitely be checking that station out.

I’ve tried a few on the list and like them. Writing on skin goes well with degradation and humiliation play, which I enjoy in the right situation. Maybe I can find someone who signs up for that one?

My boots need a good bootblack, but I didn’t see that on the list and brought it up to my friends when we were hanging the posters and sign-up sheets. Q assured me there will be a service bootblack at the event in case people want to try that as well. You can’t be in the leather community without respect for bootblacks.

“Medical roleplay would be new for my Daddy.” Ash, a Dom whose Daddy is also their sub, rubbed their hands together, plotting in their head already. Ash was a professional Dom before I knew them well, and I was sure they had tried everything on the list.

This Naughty November list is being done on fetish sites and clubs all over the world, and I love how it enables people with and without partners to explore. I can join any of the group play if I want, and not have to worry about being unwanted. I would be helping their fantasy come true.

But I don’t want to join another couple for their fantasies. I want to find my own partner to grow with.

The club opens for play in a few minutes, so the group I’m standing with starts drifting away from the wall with the sign and toward the hallway so they can get ready. I’m about to follow and strip out of my street clothes when a sudden flash of bright red catches my attention.

A tall, masculine-bodied person in a tight red latex bodysuit is jerked back by the collar around their neck. I can’t see much of his skin besides bare hands, but his eyes are a striking blue and there’s stubble around his full lips. The top of his matching hood has a hole where a ponytail of wavy dark blond hair sticks out of the top. Masculine and feminine, and altogether alluring.

Latex isn’t something I’ve ever been into, but seeing his sleek muscles and package framed in the shiny material has me adjusting myself as blood flows south. I almost forget about the person holding his leash. They’re halfway to me before I recognize Charlie. She’s always dated women, so I’m surprised at her choice of partner until I remind myself she doesn’t have to be romantically involved with every person she plays with.

“Charlie, how are you?” I greet her with a shake of our hands when they reach me. The boy stays on her other side, eyes only for the list on the wall. “Interested in the Naughty November list for your…” I let the sentence hang there, something inside me needing to know their relationship with one another.

“This is Beckett, my pet for the night.” Charlie holds up the end of the leash, but Beckett doesn’t turn so I can see his pretty eyes again. “He’s very curious.”

“What kinks stand out to you?” I ask, wondering if he’s shy.

“Edging, Sir,” Beckett states without pausing or turning around. “I’ve tried a bit on my own, but not for more than a jack off session.”

Not shy at all. His straightforwardness and lack of modesty are refreshing. I’ve trained myself to keep that kind of thing to myself, but I still prefer getting right to the point. And the use of Sir tells me Beckett likes some dynamic of being submissive.

Charlie smirks and crosses her arms, clearly used to the boy’s mannerisms. “I can help you set that up leading into the party, but you should pick one you might only try in a controlled setting. Some fantasy you might not explore otherwise.”

Damn, I wanted to offer to help. I loved edging a partner for hours, even days leading up to a scene. Even without seeing most of his face, Beckett was ticking a lot of my boxes.

“Well, you said I should pick two.” He rubs his chin as I step forward to see him in profile. His eyes are darting all over the list, and I can almost see his mind working overtime, trying to land on the one he wants to try the most. “The glory hole would combine a few others. But what if I don’t want to do something or someone?”

“The set-up is built for consent, compared to more public glory holes,” I jump in to explain what A had told me. “There will be a form to fill out with limits and recent test results. They will have a sign outside of the hole for people to read and a Dungeon Monitor will be there at all times. You can say if you prefer barriers, only certain sex acts, or if you have allergies to things like latex.” I chuckle when he faces me and tilts his head in confusion. “I don’t think that’s a problem for you.”

“No, I am not allergic to latex.” Beckett shakes his head and his ponytail twitches back and forth. “I like that setup. I have my two choices.”

“You can always change your mind and do something else,” I point out. “It’s two weeks away.”

“Thank you.” Beckett smiles at me, finally meeting my eye, and I'm struck speechless. Turning to Charlie, he nods. “I am sure.”

Before I can think of a reply or ask for his contact information, Beckett starts to wander off and Charlie says goodbye. Forgetting the leash again, he almost chokes, but doesn’t notice.

Beckett didn’t pay me any particular attention, or show interest in me outwardly, but there’s something about him I can’t put my finger on. If he’ll be in the glory hole at the party, I know where I’ll be as well.

November can’t come fast enough.