*All characters in this story are over 18 years old.*
"Tonight?" popped up a text on my phone.
"Yes Daddy," I quickly texted back.
I had met this man at a transgender support group, we had both been born female, but had been on testosterone for over a decade, as well as having had our breasts surgically removed. To anyone at the local gay leather bar, we looked like a regular Daddy/boy duo, with scruffy beards, black jeans, tight t-shirts showing off the silhouettes of our chiseled chests, while hiding armpit to armpit long scars. He wears a leather arm-guard on his left forearm, signalling him as the Top, but the arm-guard is hiding a huge scar where most of his skin on that arm was taken off, rolled up, and surgically attached to his groin to make a penis. I haven't had any genital surgery yet, but Daddy calls my clit a dick and tells me how huge it is when I'm super wet and turned on, even though it is small and the size barely changes.
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"Thank you, boy," Daddy says as I hand him a beer, "anyone catching your eye?"
"The red head with the black master's cap over there, Daddy." I say looking across the bar. It's a moderate night at the bar, not too packed to have trouble moving past people, but enough guys here to provide for cruising. Daddy has a fantasy of sharing his boy, but finding someone willing to play with us is a little more challenging than for most couples.
"How about the bear over there?" He asks gesturing to a large hairy man by the billiards table.
"He's sexy," I say, "I trust whoever you pick up."
"Wait here, boy," He say, then he starts going around the bar. He talks to the men I had pointed out, while gesturing toward me in conversations, he also talks to other men. Daddy is well known and very social, so I can't tell anymore who he is trying to pick up an who he is just socializing with.
I finish my beer but keep taking sips on the empty bottle. Eventually Daddy comes back over with a huge grin on his face, "You're schedule is clear tomorrow, boy?"
"Yes Daddy," I respond.
"Good, we're going to have a lot of fun," he say, then kisses me, "go home and rest up, boy, I'll pick you up late morning, and no masturbating tonight."
With that, he hands me his empty beer bottle then walks back towards the hot red head I had pointed out earlier. I'm super turned on with the thoughts that might happen tomorrow, but quickly remember I need to leave so Daddy can make plans to surprise me. I drop the bottles in recycling and head back to my place.
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"Clean out, wear rip-able clothes, and be ready for pick up at 11am" my phone buzzes and I glance at the text.
"Yes Daddy!" I text back and spring out of bed. I have no clue how this man has so much energy, he must have easily been up past the bar closing last night.
