Invitation for One

Kenta arrived at the Halloween party in sleek silver spandex, laughing at himself for being overdressed. The hallway was quiet, the door already ajar. Inside, the lights dimmed, music hummed low, and only then did he realize the invitation had been meant just for him.

Gentle hands guided him to a chair, silk wrapping his wrists, a soft gag and blindfold stealing his protests and sight. The room filled with whispers and anticipation. Left in the dark, heart racing, Kenta waited, every sense sharpened, for the teasing to begin.