He’s my friend. My best friend. And we fuck. He’s not my boyfriend. He doesn’t need to know I’m in love with him. I’m in love with Darren and he’s brought me here to get fucked by men I’ve never met.
So fucked up.
“Everyone has been tested. Everyone is negative. Everyone is on PReP.” He whispers the words against my mouth and my cock jerks against him, smearing over his shirt. “Do you want them to fill you up like the filthy little cum dumpster you are?”
My entire body is wracked with a tremor, and a cry tumbles from my mouth.
“You’ll make me come,” I pant, reaching between my legs and tugging on my balls. “When you talk like that. Jesus.”
“Anything else?” he asks.
“No.”
“If you want to stop, just say stop, Harry. Stop. Red. No. Whatever comes to mind and it ends, okay?”
“Thank you.”
“That’s pretty standard. Nothing you need to thank me for.”
“When is…when are they going to be here?”
“Soon,” he says. “I think we should get you ready now.”
Darren takes my hand and leads me away from the bed toward a piece of furniture that looks like a black, padded sawhorse. He pats the top of it and gestures for me to climb on. I do. The leather padding is cold against my skin, but I settle onto it on all fours, painfully exposed.
There are leather cuffs already attached to bolts on the corners of the bench, and Darren clasps them around my wrists and ankles with surprising efficiency.
“Have you done this before?” I ask with a strangled laugh.
“Not exactly.”
I jiggle my wrists and when I realize I’m properly restrained, that I can’t get away or get out, the fear sets in. But instead of scaring me, like I expect, it sets every nerve in my body on fire. My cock pulses in time with my heart, pressed between my stomach and the bench.
“Darren,” I breathe. “My cock hurts so much. I hurt.”
“In a good way?” His hands are on me, fingers swirling around my still slick and ready hole.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, baby.” He slides his hands around and adjusts my cock so it’s pressed against the back of the bench, pointing toward the floor. It hurts at first because I’m so hard, but then it starts to feel good and I relax into it. “Is that better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I want everything to feel good for you, Harry.” Darren pushes a single finger into me. It’s not enough. It doesn’t fill the hole he’s left from the plug, and I try to writhe against him but the cuffs limit my movement.
“I think I love you.” I didn’t mean to say it, but it’s true—it’s so true—and he deserves to know.
“Do you?”
His finger stills.
“Yes.”
Darren removes his finger, and he walks around and squats down in front of me. He takes my face into his hands and kisses me, different from earlier and different from before.
“I love you too,” he says when he’s done, and I want to hold him, to hold this moment, but I can’t. I search out his lips and kiss him again.
“Are you still sure about this? Does this change anything?”
