Jake made sure each playroom had the right toys or equipment for the night’s activities. He loved his job because it kept him close to Master Tony, but it also gave him space.

He checked the clock. Time to meet up with Master Tony. Per the master’s instructions, he removed his G-string. His master liked him in nothing more than his ass-less chaps and thick boots. Tonight, Master Tony had asked him to use a set of handcuffs and to walk through the main playroom.

Master Tony had sworn he’d only show off Jake in private, but lately, he’d become more territorial. Was he testing Jake? Jake wasn’t sure. He secured the cuffs around his wrists then locked the door to the Toy Box and wandered through the playroom.

He noticed a few new couples in the room. One of the women looked particularly spooked. She kept her hands folded and her head low. She appeared to watch the players but wasn’t participating. Was she shy? Scared? Uncomfortable?

He understood feeling uncomfortable. Before Master Tony, he wouldn’t have been so bold as to walk through the playroom. He’d have kept to himself in the Toy Box.

Thinking about Master Tony sent heat through his veins. He liked his dom. They hadn’t been together long, but they’d forged a fun time. Master Tony had lived up to his bargain he’d given him a temporary collar and served as Jake’s only master.  He’d been nothing but attentive to Jake’s needs and served him up with many sensual punishments. Jake snorted. From the beginning, Master Tony had sworn they wouldn’t have anything permanent. He hadn’t given an explanation, just the declaration they’d be temporary.

Jake could be replaced. His heart squeezed. Had he fallen for Tony? Maybe a little.

But freedom was good, too. If he found someone else, he didn’t have to stay with Master Tony. He could find his own way.

He liked doing things in his own fashion and time. Jake marched down the hallway to the elevator and pressed the buttons on the key pad. Master Tony didn’t seem to have a problem with his desire to be different. He’d never questioned Jake about his tattoos or asked Jake to hide them.

The doors finally, shut and Jake’s thoughts turned to his last boyfriend. Donovan hated tattoos and had expected Jake to keep them hidden. When he’d worn his lavender shirt, Donovan had a fit. The man refused to wear his sexuality out front—Jake showcased his desires.

The bell dinged for Master Tony’s floor and forced Jake to focus on his Master. He was there to please Master Tony, not to dredge up the past. Once he stood outside Master Tony’s door, he pressed the button.

“Enter,” Master Tony said from his side of the door.

Jake twisted the knob and made his way into his dom’s private space.

“There’s my boy.” Master Tony trailed his fingers down Jake’s cheek. “Do you wish to play?”

“I do, sir.” Oh man, did he want to play. He had so much pent-up tension he needed to relieve.

“Tell me your safe word.” Master Tony threaded his fingers into Jake’s hair and pulled. “Boy?”

“Eagle, sir, and I don’t want to use it.” Jake smiled. He looked Master Tony in the eye, knowing he’d earn a punishment. He hadn’t been spanked in a while and deserved to have his ass reddened.

“Cocky today.” Master Tony grabbed Jake’s cuffs and led him across the room. “Arms up.” He hooked the chain between the cuffs on a hanger above Jake’s head. “I like seeing you on display. Did you enjoy your stroll through the main playroom?”

“I did, sir.” Cool air wrapped around Jake. His nipples peaked, and his cock heated. The tingles started low in his belly and spread down his limbs. He gasped for breath. Although he kept his gaze low, through his peripheral vision he still saw Master Tony move across the room.

“You liked having other people look at your cock? Or did you feel shame?” Master Tony strode up to him and wrapped his fingers around Jake’s dick. “Who does this cock belong to?”

Jake shivered. “You, sir. My cock and the rest of me belongs to you.”