Jared Durant and Dorian Fitzhugh have been friends since their university days. Busy and at the top of their game work-wise, they nonetheless have stayed in touch, their friendship deepening. What neither man realizes is that he’s been starring in the other’s fantasies for a long time.
It takes Rick Hernerby, the mutual friend who introduced them in the first place, to finally get the ball rolling with a devious Valentine’s Day gift neither Jared nor Dorian will soon forget.
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Smutty Excerpt:
He stepped through the door into an antechamber
with a place for the trappings of his day-to-day life.
His leathers were there, the tight-fitting pants
black and buttery soft. The harness with its metal O-rings also black. Jesus,
Rick had thought of everything. It made him wonder how much he’d had to bribe
the staff here to do this, but he supposed all he needed to know was that it
had happened. He changed into his leathers, using the routine of undressing and
redressing to get him into the right headspace. There was a note on the door.
“His safeword is Red Light.” Excellent.
Dorian checked himself in the mirror when he was
done. He looked every inch the studly master. Perfect.
Then he took the mask—black and filling his nose
with leather—and settled it over his eyes before striding into the next room to
discover his plaything.
He took two steps and immediately stopped short,
his breath trapped in his chest.
Jared.
It was Jared bound there in the center of the room,
standing with arms and legs cuffed with leather, the chains spreading him wide.
Crimson cloth cut the pale skin—silencing eyes and mouth, binding the heavy,
turgid cock.
Fucking hell. This was his fantasy, laid out for
him. Did Jared know? Was he in on this with Rick? Could Dorian trust this? He
pushed that last thought back immediately. Jared and Rick were friends and Rick
wouldn’t hurt him by joking about this, not like this.
If anyone didn’t know, it was Jared. Rick had
always said that if Jared had half the energy he spent on running away from his
needs…
“Good evening, boy.”
Jared went still, then shook his head as if to
clear it.
“I see you have a bell in your hand as you’re
gagged.” He began to relax into his role. Rick seemed to have thought of
absolutely everything, and Dorian was going to trust that. “Jingle it once if
you understand dropping it is your safeword until I remove the gag.”
Jared shivered but jingled the bell once.
“Excellent. Now I can explore my new acquisition.”
He walked deliberately around Jared, admiring every
line. Fuck, the man was even better looking naked than he could have imagined.
The heavy cock was full, wet-tipped, and waxed to within an inch of Jared’s
life.
That must have been quite a vision. He licked his
lips and slid his finger along Jared’s chest, enjoying the smooth, warm skin.
The tiny nips went tight and hard, begging his attention. He flicked one idly,
smiling as Jared’s entire body tightened, Jared’s fingers curling in on
themselves. He circled the little nipple, then flicked his fingernail across it
again.
That earned him a low moan, and Jared arched,
yearning toward him.
He hummed, letting his fingers slide down to circle
the full, bound cock. The skin here was also smooth and based on the shiver
that went through Jared, more sensitive as well. Dorian tapped the tip, none
too gently, and watched the hard flesh bob. It made him lick his lips, his
whole body on alert, aroused and wanting.
“Have they filled you, boy? Or did they save that
for me?”
Jared shook his head, cheeks flushing a dark rose.
“Good. I assume you are ready, though.” Slick and
open. If Jared was his for more than just one day, Jared would always be
stretched, lubed, ready for his will at any time day or night.
Jared nodded furiously, Adam’s apple bobbing, and Dorian
walked around behind Jared, spreading the sweet cheeks wide so he could see the
glistening hole that waited for his attentions.
“Excellent.” He pushed two fingers in, fucking a
few times and spreading his fingers apart to open Jared up a little. The tiny
hole was tight and hot inside. “Oh, I could tear you up, boy, and make you beg
for more.”
He was going to start now by plugging Jared’s hole.
Filling him until it was time to fuck him. Then there’d be some fun.
Sean
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