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We pick Owen up on the way to the club and we can see him through the glass door of his apartment block, bouncing excitedly down the stairs.

"Cute," Amir comments.

"You have no idea," I wink at him.

Owen opens the door and immediately goes into textbook sub mode, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes down.

"Look at me, Owen. It's good to see you."

His beautiful green eyes gaze at me, "Hello, Master, it's good to see you, too."

"I want to introduce my friend, Master Amir, to you. You may greet him."

"Hello, Master Amir, it's good to meet you."

"And you, Owen, it's clear that you are a very good boy."

Owen beams and, even though his eyes are back on the ground, I know he's dying to look at Amir again, "Thank you, Master Amir."

I look between the two of them for a moment. I hadn't even told Amir that Owen has a Daddy kink, and it's interesting that Amir had gone straight to that – maybe he recognized it in Owen, after all, Gavin had been his boy.

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When we get to the club, I take Amir to the VIP area to see Frankie, who he's met several times over the years. Amir waves off Frankie's condolences, not because he doesn't need them, but because he can't cope with them right now.

I introduce Amir to the others. It's a busy night tonight; Landon is there, of course, with Nikolai, but all my Dom friends are present tonight.

"We're expecting great things, Gray," Chase smiles, "I heard about the last scene you did, whoo-whee," he shakes his hand to indicate it was hot and I grin at him.

"We'll try to live up to your expectations, Chase."

I put my hand around Owen's shoulder, "You ready, Bunny?"

"Yes, Master," he smiles at me, but there's a little sadness in it too.

"Let's make this the best one yet," I whisper into his ear, letting my warm breath tickle the sensitive hairs.

He arches into me, a real smile forced from his lips, before we head to the main playroom.

Owen curls up in the large leather armchair at the edge of the stage while I check all of my apparatus. This one is going to be pretty intense on him so I want to make sure I have everything ready to turn my boy into a work of art.

I haven't told him what we're doing today, though he requested suspension again, because he told me he wanted to be surprised.

I approach him as various members begin entering the room.

"I know you said you didn't want a blindfold Bunny, but how surprised do you want to be?"

His voice is a purr, "I want to be able to see how hot," he gestures to the crowd, "they're getting from watching you play with me."

"Perfect," I plant a soft kiss on his lips, just tickling inside his welcoming mouth, gently pulling him up to standing.

In the middle of the stage, he stands obediently as I bind his arms in box behind him, still as I work the ropes across his chest and his thighs. The more points of contact I can have the better balanced he will be, and the more fucking delicious he will look.

I tie his chest ropes first, carefully testing them for strength, before tying each thigh and one ankle more loosely. I then raise the bar, lifting him from the ground, checking the binds as he becomes reliant on them.

"You okay, Bunny?"

"Yes, Sir," he's already slurring, hitting that point of exquisite mindlessness that he reaches wonderfully quickly when he's suspended. I love how much he enjoys this kind of vulnerability.

My bonds are good, as expected, so I pull the rope for one thigh, lifting his leg straight behind him, and then his ankle further, so his knee is bent at ninety degrees. His other thigh I connect directly to its ankle, using the knot between them to connect to the bar above. His body is now parallel to the floor, his head hanging down.

I know he looks incredible from the audience's view, and from mine, stalking around his perfect body, examining his small but defined muscles.

I raise the bar with the winch a little more until he's at the height I'm looking for, running my hands over his muscles to check they're comfortable. The gentle action and the feeling of suspension is sending him further into his focus, where he's barely aware of what's going on around him, just the sensations in his body.

I stand behind him, running my hands lightly over his sides, nuzzling the point just below his ear, murmuring, "You comfortable, Bunny?"

I don't want to break him out of his zone, but I have to check, especially with a position like this and with what I'm about to do to him.

"Yeah," he drunkenly mumbles, "look at them."

I glance toward the crowd. He's right, they're loving this, eyes enraptured, hands roaming. I spot Ellis with his hand down Frankie's pants, which I don't think is quite what a vanilla couple would do, but I decide I'll let it go this time, maybe Owen and I are just that hot. Several subs are gobbling down their Masters' cocks, which I think is pretty unfair on the subs, who should be allowed to watch too, but I have more important things to focus on.

I'm almost shocked out of my persona when I spot Sawyer, seated near the back, with Gabriel kneeling in front of him, his eyes tightly closed and Sawyer's grip in his hair pulling his head back. As I watch, Sawyer leans to whisper something and Gabriel's eyes flash open. I don't know why Sawyer would be up here – the main room is not his scene – I can only assume it's something to do with me, and I feel as though whatever this thing is between us I need to stop it, and soon, before it spills over further into affecting Gabriel.

But right now, I have to focus on Owen, and I pull my gaze away from the two unhappy men, gently stroking Owen's goose bumped skin, causing a shiver to run through him.

I'm about to step things up several notches, first taking a hook, just with a small and highly lubed ball, gently working it inside him, before connecting it tautly to the ropes at his back, so every time he moves his torso he feels the pull.

Then I take the electric wand from the console table. We've been playing a little with electricity, although I've never done anything quite this intense with Owen and I can't wait to see how he reacts to the stimulation. The wand has a little comb of several glass prongs, and as I press the power, tiny blue arcs pass over the prongs. It sure is pretty in this dimly lit room, and I think the reaction is going to be even prettier.

I pass it over his plump butt, watching him thrust with a moan, his head arching back. I'm just passing it close to his skin now, the static electricity doing my job as he gasps and pants.

"Ohhh, Gray," he murmurs, and I think that's the first time he's actually used my name during a scene, and it's surprisingly hot, even though, strictly speaking, I should punish him for it.

I'm running the glittering wand over his thighs, and his ass, occasionally making light contact direct to the soft skin, which makes him thrust in a delightfully lewd way, fucking himself on the hook buried deep inside him.

"Master," he moans eventually, "can I come?"

"Soon, Bunny, just hold on a little longer."

I press the button on the wand once more for the more severe buzz, and he reacts instantly with a keen of pleasure straight from his throat and his head thrown back, as I run the wand across the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, pressing my hand against his small chest, making sure he knows I've got him when I tell him to let go.

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