Damon surfed the net endlessly, looking for Christmas plugs -- he had a half dozen coming in -- and something special for Toby for Christmas. He was having more trouble with the something special than he was with the plugs.
The thing was, Toby was making him something, spending hours and hours in his studio and refusing to tell Damon anything about what he was working on, aside from “It’s special.”
So he needed to find something equally as special. Hence the hours and hours scouring the ‘net.
Did he want tools? Designer clothes? A ring? Oh, a ring. For Toby’s finger. With a proposal to go along with it? The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.
His boy, his husband, his lover. Yes. That sounded right.
Of course if he was buying a ring, he wanted to have it custom made. He closed his computer. He’d have to go to the jeweler down the street and see what they could do for him. Damon grabbed his mittens and coat. If he hurried, he’d get there and the ring would be in by Christmas eve.
Sending Toby a quick text for his boy to pick up when he finally came up for air, Damon made his way down the block, a skip in his step.
Time to surprise his boy with something special.
Toby grinned as he opened the crate that held his present for his master. The statue was...well, it was obscene and perverse and wonderful. It was his beloved Damon, erect and standing so that someone could wrap around it, mount on the cold, unforgiving cock, be bound for his master’s will.
Well, by someone, he didn’t mean just anyone. He was sure Master Damon would know who was meant to ride the life-size member.
He tied a bright red ribbon around the base of the statue’s cock and grinned. It was going to be the best Christmas yet.
Damon and Toby are from the Beer & Clay series, which you can find here.
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