“God, I hope so.” Micah dropped his hand onto Keith’s hair and tangled his fingers through the curls.
“What?” Aaron barked out in shock, clearing his throat and pounding his hand against his chest.
“Eat your steak,” Gregory told him. “This group of friends just got a lot more interesting.”
16
Landon
It was Wednesday,just after lunch, and Landon stared at the small black box that had just been delivered to his house as if it were a bomb ready to explode. Gregory sent him a text message hours before telling him to expect the delivery, so Landon had laid awake in bed doing just that.
Gregory’s filthy words from the weekend had been running through his head on a loop since the text and at this point, he was afraid of what was inside the box.
Their date was the following night, and as if Landon’s nerves weren’t already going haywire, now there was this fucking box. He didn’t even know why he was scared about tomorrow. They’d already fucked, gotten the awkward physical shit out of the way first, and honestly nothing about it had been in the least bit awkward. Landon had hoped it would help clear his head, though, but all it had really done was weigh him down with more want and more need.
Landon wanted to be on his knees for Gregory.
Landon needed to serve him.
It was an understanding that felt as solid as his bones beneath his skin. Everything since college had been some sort of cosmic build-up for this second chance. That same energy was itching under the tips of his fingers, and Landon was fairly certain he knew exactly what was in the box before he even opened it.
If Gregory was going to make him lock his cock in chastity, he may very well burst into tears. It had been bad enough not being able to come the past three days, but to have to manhandle his cock and balls enough to force them into a cage that wouldn’t even let him get hard was too much.
In anticipation, his dick leaked a spot of precum against his thigh. He clenched his jaw then let out an exasperated shout and took the box upstairs to his bedroom and tossed it on the bed. It rattled. There was something in there that was metal.
Landon scrubbed his hands over his face and tapped out a text to Gregory.
Me: Your box arrived, Sir.
Landon glared at his phone until a reply arrived.
Gregory: You should open it.
Landon tossed the phone onto the bed and flipped the top open. There was a puff of white tissue paper inside that obscured the contents. His heart rate accelerated. He took a deep breath and dumped the box upside down, the contents falling out onto his comforter.
“Fuck,” he breathed out.
His phone rang and he answered it without looking at the screen, knowing full well who it was. “Sir.”
“Landon. Do you like your present?” Gregory chuckled.
“Honestly debatable.”
“Don’t you think they’ll be fun?”
Landon bit his lips between his teeth.
“We can try one of them out now,” Gregory carried on, his voice light and carefree.
“Yes, Sir.” Landon put the phone on speaker and tossed it on the bed beside the spilled contents of the box.
“Take off your clothes. Lube up that plug.”
Landon kicked his lounge pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them, then he picked the black silicone butt plug up from the pile of tissue paper and walked to the bedside table. He squirted a generous amount of lube onto it and used his hand to slick it. It wasn’t the largest plug he’d ever used, but it was girthy, and it was heavy. It had a slight curve that Landon knew was designed for prostate stimulation.
“It’s lubed, Sir.”
There was a rustling sound on the other end of the call then Gregory’s voice again. “Good. Lie down on your back and put it in. Slowly.”
