In the main playroom Mateo and River resume their positions by my legs and I lean toward them.

"Turn to face the stage, you don't want to miss anything."

Ellis normally sits on Frankie's lap during shows, but he joins his friends instead, probably trying to make them feel more comfortable, although, based on the broad grin on Mateo's face it won't be necessary for him. River seems nervous.

"Would you like to just sit here, next to me?"

"Am I allowed?"

"Of course you are. You aren't a sub, River, but even if you were, I'm a Dom, if I say you can sit here, you can."

He sits next to me. It's a large couch, but with Frankie's bulk on one side and him on the other, trying not to touch either me or Landon on his other side, it feels a little close.

"River, why did you come in here? You don't seem excited to experiment like Mateo clearly is."

Mateo is positively bouncing by my leg, he's so excited at the sight of Dae, bound by his wrists and ankles to a St Andrew's cross. River watches his friend for a moment, then turns to me with a smile, careful to keep his eyes lowered.

"Mateo doesn't take much seriously. I don't think he's capable of being fazed by anything sexual – you should have heard all the questions he was asking when Ellis told us he was a submissive. He's just interested in all new information. I was a- a bit less excited, but I was interested."

"Oh? Interested in Ellis' lifestyle?"

"I guess. Ellis never used to be- no, that's unfair. I was going to say he wasn't happy, but he was, a lot of the time. He's the kind of person that draws people toward him, but he always kept something of himself locked away. I could tell there was some bad stuff in his past, that he couldn't get over even though he was trying.

"Then he met François, and he became genuinely happy. It felt like he was getting over his past. I didn't see him for a while, and when he came back to hang out with us, he told us this stuff, that just seemed pretty wild, especially because he was happier than ever. I guess, it sounded intriguing."

"Well, it is a fascinating lifestyle. Definitely not for everyone though. Maybe this will give you a clue whether it's something you could be more...attracted to."

I gesture to the stage, where the show is beginning. The house lights have gone down, and Chase has adjusted the cross on its pivot, putting Dae into a forty-five-degree position. He's rubbing Dae with oil now, making his smooth pale-Asian skin glisten under the low stage lights.

He has several candles burning on the console table and he selects one now, dropping a glob of wax onto his inner wrist to check the temperature. Obviously happy, he holds it above Dae's stomach, tipping it to put a small drizzle across the smooth, flat skin. Straight away Dae moans in delight at the sensation – I have heard that he's incredibly responsive and it seems that's true.

Chase continues to pour and drip, moving his hand higher or lower depending on the desired intensity, swapping candles, as he uses different colors. He takes his wax play seriously, and even makes his own candles, using natural additives to create different colored candles, paying particular attention to the effects on temperature.

Mateo has stopped his over-excited bouncing and is just staring, his mouth slightly open, his arousal clear, as Dae writhes under Chase's expert application. River, too, is slightly leaning forward, a light in his stunning eyes. Apparently unconsciously, his hand has moved to my thigh, and he's shifted slightly closer to my side. Slightly less unconsciously, Mateo also moves closer, sliding his strong hand past my knee, coming to a rest on my inside thigh.

I look down at him, into his strong, handsome face, and wink. Ellis has moved himself between Frankie's legs, has reached up and is rubbing Frankie through his pants, while he continues to watch the stage. Nikolai is straddling Landon again, grinding against him while Landon's hands are inside his shirt, and I know he's playing with Nikolai's nipples.

All this is usual during a live show on this stage, and I know Chase is about to make it get a whole lot hotter in here. He tips the cross back up, and we can see Dae's half-closed eyes, glimmering with lust. He's floating now and I raise my eyebrows as Chase selects two matching floggers - he's going Florentine, and he begins bringing them down rhythmically over the wax, destroying his art as it pings from Dae's smooth skin.

He always finishes his scenes with a fuck, and he unfastens a dazily-smiling Dae from his cuffs now, before pushing him forward across the horse, running his fingers into Dae's thick black hair, just a little roughly, as he dips the end of a narrow candle, extinguished some time ago, into the pot of lube on the table, entering Dae with it in long, slow strokes.

Dae is pushing back, mewling for more, and Chase gives him a firm spank, reminding him to not get too greedy. He leaves the makeshift dildo in place for a moment, checking the heat on another candle, while Dae lays prone, obediently, for a change, still. Chase starts to drizzle more of the hot wax across Dae's lower back, fucking into him with the narrow candle and he seems finally calm, embracing the intense sensations.

They're a surprisingly good match, this bratty and demanding sub and the immature and mischievous Dom. When Chase is satisfied with the coverage, his slides inside Dae, causing him to cry out, slamming into him over and over again. Ellis has left any pretense of being demure behind and is swallowing Frankie's massive cock straight down his expert throat, while Landon is rubbing himself and Nikolai together as Nikolai continues to gyrate on his lap.

Mateo's eyes are flitting between the people on either side of us and the stage, licking his lips. When his hand begins to move more purposefully up my inner thigh I don't stop him, just glance toward River to see how he's reacting to the situation.

He's only watching Mateo now, nibbling his pink lower lip as his friend unzips my pants and fishes my cock out. Mateo looks up at me, a surprisingly angelic look on his face, just before he takes me in his mouth in a decidedly devilish manner.

He's not shy, this one, and he engulfs more than half of me in one swoop, forcing a gasp from my throat.

"He's good at that, isn't he?" River whispers.

"He is. I presume you've experienced it first hand?"

"Uh-huh. He loves sucking cock."

I'm guessing there's a story there, but I'm too focused on Mateo's hoover mouth, sucking me in with intense pleasurable pressure, wrapping my fingers in his short blond hair, gently guiding him to go further down, which he does, pushing his tongue out until it's flicking over my balls.

The stage show has finished with screams of pleasure from Dae and to my side, Frankie reaches completion, Ellis swallowing thickly as he takes every drop down before lapping him clean. Unsurprisingly, Frankie stands, lifting Ellis so his legs are wrapped around Frankie's muscular midsection, leaving with a brief nod to me and Landon, heading for their private room.

Landon whispers hurriedly to Nikolai, pausing his movement, and they both stand. I sigh, no playing for me tonight, then, though I'm sure Amir will have finished in the room, if Landon's using it I don't take randoms to my home playroom these days, so I'm out of luck.

But Landon leans to me, "Room's yours if you want it. I'm taking Nikolai home."

"To yours?"

Landon doesn't have a playroom in his house, he never normally takes subs home, always happy to just stick to the club when he plays. This is significant.

"Yes," he smiles warmly, "to mine."

He puts his arm around Nikolai's shoulder and they leave the room.