"Quinn? Noah? If you wouldn’t mind following me. I’ll show you all of the important rooms first, and we’ll get you sorted with your bracelets next." Mr. Winters said, raising his left wrist and showing off the orange wristband he was wearing. Quinn blinked.
"Oh, okay." Quinn said, letting the man take control while Noah watched on, his gaze calculating. They went to the right first, and Mr. Winters explained that most of the bottom floor of the mansion was completely open. Yes, there were doorways connecting each room, but they were usually kept open unless otherwise specified. The first two rooms on either side of the mansion were common rooms. Mingling rooms, as he explained.
That’s where people could hang out and do things if they wanted, but they were mostly used as break rooms. It was the rooms further in that people usually used as rooms for getting up to no good. Mr. Winters winked at Quinn as he said that and Quinn felt his face warm.
The room right off of the mingling room on the right was where the bracelets were, and Quinn was met with his first dilemma.
What the fuck colour was he supposed to wear?
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They stood at a table, Quinn staring at the assortment of bracelets, his eyes swimming at the array of colours. Mr. Winters laughed, clearly enjoying the confusion on Quinn’s face. He reached for a deep blue, almost navy coloured wristband and brought it towards Quinn.
"Quinnie, sweetheart, I think this one would probably suit your interests, unless you’re planning to just watch like mister cuckold over there?" Mr. Winters asked, gesturing to Noah with his chin. Noah growled.
"Hey, watch it. I’m not getting pleasure from this. I just need to be here." Noah pointed out and Mr. Winters shrugged.
"Quinnie doesn’t have to do the same as you, Noah." Mr. Winters pointed out. He then grabbed another wristband in a red shade and passed it over to Noah. "Why don’t you wear that on your right wrist, Noah? I’m sure it’ll help." Mr. Winters purred and Noah scoffed, loudly.
"Do you think I’m stupid? I looked up this kind of thing after you and Dorian were commenting about it two weeks ago. I know I shouldn’t be wearing fucking red, you freak." Noah told him and Mr. Winters sighed. "Tragically, I do agree that if you’re going to wear anything, it should be the dark blue wristband, Quinn. On your right wrist." Noah said and Quinn felt his head swim.
"Was I supposed to look this up?" Quinn asked, looking between the two men. "I didn’t know that. I have no idea what any of these mean." Quinn felt panic rising in his chest and Noah spotted it first.
"Dark blue means you like anal sex." Noah explained and Quinn felt his face warm. "Wearing it on the right means that you like to be on the bottom, wearing it on the left means that you like to top. Red means fisting, orange means you’re down for anything. A couple of these colours are for people who are shy. Like white, light blue and beige. Those are for non-penetrative acts like blow jobs, rimming, and getting jerked off. I’m probably going to go for light blue. Wearing them on either wrist tells the rest of the group what position you like to be in the situation that you’re suggesting." Noah explained calmly and Quinn took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
"Oh, okay. Thank you for explaining, Noah." Quinn said, feeling a little more in control. Noah nodded.
"Sorry. I didn’t even think to mention it to you to look it up." Noah looked a little sheepish while Quinn just sighed.
"You’ve had a lot on your plate. I’m not blaming you." Quinn told him, then he swallowed. "Plus, I’m probably the only one in this place right now who doesn’t know this system." Quinn said. "So, uh, would I only be able to be with others who are wearing the dark blue wristbands?" Quinn asked, curious and it was Mr. Winters who answered.
"No, not at all. They’ll just know what position you’d like and what your limit is. You don’t want bondage or anything like that, and your limit would be anal sex. You’d be willing and ready to receive anything else up until that point. Of course, they should still ask before just touching you, but this way it sets an easy boundary for others to know what you’re into and what they can approach you for." Mr. Winters explained. "I’m wearing orange which means that I’m down for anything. I can still say no to people if I’m not in the mood for something, but that likelihood is low." He explained.
Quinn nodded, getting it slowly.
"So if Noah wears light blue, he’s only into...what one is that again?" Quinn asked, turning to Noah. Noah smiled down at Quinn warmly.
"Blowjobs. The assumption would be that I’d be fine with things up and to oral sex." Noah explained and Quinn was grateful that they were being so patient with him.
"Understood. Thank you for not getting frustrated with me for not knowing any of this." Quinn said and Mr. Winters melted.
"Awe. Don’t say something so cute, Quinn. There’s no need to apologise. I adore explaining things and getting a rise out of Noah. You’re helping me do two of my favourite things at the same time. This is an honour." Mr. Winters said and Quinn chuckled. He smiled, turning his attention towards the wristbands before him. There were a lot of colours here, and while there was a small, very small part of Quinn that wanted to pick orange like Mr. Winters, he knew that he didn’t trust everyone enough here to do that.
Noah did not know how kinky Quinn actually was, and it was probably for the better if he didn’t.
"Is there a limit to how many partners one can have at once?" Quinn asked quietly, staring at the colours to see if there was a band for that. Quinn heard Noah choke, coughed, and then cleared his throat. Mr. Winters’ hand on Quinn’s lower back twitched.
"At once? No, Quinnie, and there isn’t a wristband for that here. Though, now that you’ve brought it up, I should make that a standard." Mr. Winters’ voice washed over Quinn carefully. Quinn shivered. Okay, maybe not the smartest idea to ask that right now, but he’d been curious.
"There isn’t a wristband for three ways or dp? I had no idea." Quinn said earnestly and Noah coughed again. When Quinn met Mr. Winters’ eyes, they were sparkling.
"I knew we’d get along just fine, Quinnie." He said and Quinn felt a shiver run down his spine. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. "Well, have you decided on your wristbands?" He asked and Quinn hesitated.
"I just wanted to ask, do you have to remain loyal to the colour you’ve selected? Can you change it during the party?" Quinn asked and Mr. Winters softened.
"Yes, you can change your mind two times after you’ve first selected your colour. We only have a limit of two because we didn’t want people to get confused, but unless it’s something unusual, we’d probably grant it, and no, you don’t have to remain loyal to the colour you’ve selected. This is just a guide to show people what you’d be interested in, but you can also approach others if you think that you might be interested in the same thing that they are. The main mission today is to have fun." Mr. Winters told him.
With that knowledge, Quinn grabbed the dark blue wristband and hesitated.
"What does having it on the right or left wrist mean?" Quinn asked and the two dominant alphas watched over the smaller man. Both smiled.
"If you put it on the right wrist it means you like to be on bottom, and putting it on the left means you like to be on top. That’s kind of the universal sign. So if you look at others’ wrists and they have something on their left, it means they’re a top usually, right means they’re a bottom." Noah explained. Quinn was thankful that they were being so kind with him.
"Understood." Quinn hesitated for a second before he slipped it onto his right wrist. He wasn’t fooling anyone here, especially Noah. He’d helped clean him up after Michel had his way with him, and Michel didn’t strike anyone as someone who would bottom. Maybe he should, but that wasn’t for Quinn to ponder here, of all places.
Noah slipped on the light blue wristband, putting it on his left wrist and Mr. Winters beamed.
"Glad we’ve got that sorted, come along then." Mr. Winters said, his hand still on Quinn’s lower back. Noah rolled his eyes, but followed along.
Mr. Winters showed them through the rooms after that. Each one had better mood lighting once they got out of the main areas. He also explained that the lights would be dimming once everything started, just to help with the mood further. The back room was a kitchen, with no sharp items for safety reasons, and the food buffet was upstairs to help break up the spaces. If you were hungry or wanted to do some plays with foods, that happened in the bedrooms upstairs. The rooms down here were more for greeting, hanging out, and getting to know each other.
To Quinn’s mild horror, there was also a room to help the bottoms get ready. Quinn had no idea what that meant, but Mr. Winters didn’t give Quinn time to hesitate. He escorted them in, and Quinn found a big, burly man inside, several little nooks where people of all types were resting, their bottoms facing outwards, and moans filled the air.
Quinn’s face went red while the big, burly man scanned over him, Noah, and Mr. Winters and grunted.
"I didn’t realise you needed some cleaning, Leo." The man said and Mr. Winters laughed.
"No no, I just wanted to introduce Quinnie here. He’s new and might be a little scared about a place like this. I thought it would be better for him to speak to you first." He was the first person that Quinn saw who wasn’t wearing the robe like the others. Instead, he was wearing leather. He had a harness on around his shoulders and plumped up his pecs. The leather itself was black, and the clasps were a pretty silver colour. They glittered in the dim lighting of the room.
He wore leather assless chaps, with a leather thong on as well. It cupped his cock and balls nicely, but Quinn could see that the man was hard. He was bald, a little older, and he seemed to watch Quinn with a look that made Quinn quiver. Like he could see who Quinn was at his core.
It worried Quinn, and it seemed he had good reason to. He smiled, offering a hand to Quinn and when Quinn took it, he stroked his fingers along Quinn’s thudding pulse of his wrist.
"Nice to meet you, Quinnie. I’m Mark. I’m more of an employee than anything else. I help nervous bottoms get ready, and there’s no shame in it. We go nice and slow, and especially if you’re at an event like this, you need to be prepared for anything. I’m sure you prepared at home, but I’m an expert in my field." Mark told him. Quinn swallowed thickly.
"I, uh," Quinn was at a loss for words, his face so bright that Mark’s eyes curled at the corners and he laughed.
"You’re cute, Quinnie. Come back and have a chat with me after you’re finished your tour. Whether you decide to let me help you or not, I’m sure you have questions that Leo might not answer sincerely if he wants to get you under him." Mark said with a wink and Quinn flushed.
"Hey. That’s rude." Leo said. "I would never lie to Quinnie." Mr. Winters defended and Mark smiled.
"But you might not tell him the full truth, either, if it benefits you." He pointed out. Mr. Winters grumbled but didn’t argue and Quinn knew he was in trouble. If only Noah would stop looking at him like that, he might be able to wiggle his way out of this.