Anything to please Master Kyle’s friends.

"Hey there, little lady," one of the men called out, his voice rumbling with amusement.

"How do you plan on pleasing your master tonight?"

Logan cast a sidelong glance at Kyle, whose smirk held a mixture of smug superiority and wicked intent. The man's question hung in the air, his words laden with meaning and implication. Logan hesitated, his mind racing with potential responses.

"Well, sir," Logan began, his voice trembling but determined. "I'll do anything my master commands me to do. Anything at all."

Logan's response elicited a round of appreciative applause from the gathered men, their laughter and cheers amplifying the cacophonous din of the club. He felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal, his body betraying his intentions. Logan knew that he was now firmly entrenched in a situation where he had no control whatsoever—his fate was sealed, and he would have to endure whatever depravity Kyle deemed appropriate.

"Master," Logan pleaded gently, his eyes pleading with Kyle.

"Please tell me what you want me to do to please these gentlemen."

Kyle's eyes danced with anticipation, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "Well, Logan," he murmured, his gaze flickering suggestively towards the table nearby. "How about we start the night off with a round of lap dances for my boys.”

Kyle proposed, his voice dripping with anticipation. Logan looked around nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know whether he had the courage to perform such an intimate act in front of a crowd of strangers. However, he knew that disobedience would certainly result in severe consequences. He gulped audibly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Okay, Master," Logan replied softly, his voice trembling slightly. "I'll do my best to make you proud."

Kyle nodded approvingly, his eyes gleaming with mischievous delight.

"Alright then, Logan," he ordered, his voice stern and commanding. "Take a seat on one of the guys' laps and begin your performance."

Kyle instructed Logan, his tone crisp and commanding.

Logan nodded reluctantly, scanning the rowdy crowd of patrons surrounding the table. He spotted a quiet and reserved looking young man sitting in the back corner of the booth. He appeared to be in his mid twenties, with blond hair to his shoulders and a small, lithe body. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, his gaze fixed on Logan and never looking away.

Swallowing hard, Logan made his way towards the young man, his legs wobbling treacherously in his high heels.

He climbed carefully onto the chair, straddling the man's hips and facing him directly. Logan could feel the heat radiating from the man's body, his heart pounding wildly as he stared into those expectant eyes.

"Hi," Logan murmured softly, his voice barely audible above the pulsing beats of the music. "I'm Logan. So glad to meet you."

The man smiled warmly, his gaze lingering on Logan's body. "Hi, Logan," he replied, his voice soft and nervous. "I'm Matt.” Matt introduced himself.

Logan smiled encouragingly, his heart pounding with anticipation. He wanted to deliver the experience of a lifetime for Matt, he didn’t look like he got out much so Logan wanted to make this one really count.

"Well, Matt," Logan began, his voice steady and assured. "I hope to provide you with a truly unforgettable experience."

Matt's eyes widened, his gaze locked on Logan's shimmering figure.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone quite like you, Logan," he admitted, his voice hushed and reverent. "Your outfit is simply stunning."

Logan blushed prettily, his eyes fluttering shut as he adjusted his position on Matt's lap. "Thank you, Matt," he murmured, his voice soft and seductive. "I put a lot of effort into making sure everything is just right."

Matt smiled warmly, his gaze still fixed on Logan's enigmatic form.

"To be honest, Logan," he confessed, his voice hushed and reverent. "I've always dreamed about being able to dress up pretty like you are but I’ve never had the confidence, you really inspire me Logan."

Logan smiled sympathetically, as he danced sensually all over Matt’s body to not raise suspicion from the other guys, his heart melting at the genuine affection Matt showed him. "Thank you, Matt," he responded kindly. "I'm honored that you find inspiration in me. Just remember, you deserve to express yourself however you see fit. Don't hold back because of fear or judgment."

Matt's eyes widened, his gaze locking on Logan's earnest expression. "You're right, Logan," he agreed fervently. “Do you think Kyle would let you come shopping with me one day so you could help me?”

Logan hesitated, his gaze flickering nervously towards Kyle. He knew that his master wouldn't approve of such a request if it came from him, but he also recognised the opportunity to help someone who shared his newfound passion for femininity.

"I don't know, Matt," Logan finally answered, his voice tinged with regret. "But if you can get Kyle to agree, I'd love to accompany you."

Matt's eyes sparkled with gratitude, his grip tightening around Logan's waist.

"Logan, you're a gift," he sighed, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I feel like I've known you forever."

Logan smiled tenderly, his heart warming at the affection Matt displayed.

"I'm so glad you see me that way, Matt," he murmured, his voice soft and comforting. "If you ever need a friend, I'll always be here for you, well as long as my master approves of course."

Matt nodded enthusiastically, his gaze locked on Logan's mesmerizing blue eyes. "I know, Logan," he replied fervently.

Just then the music stopped and it was time to move onto the next lap.