To.
Torment.
Him.
When he handed it to Gene, he held it and stared in both shock and awe.
And Jesus…
He wasn’t kidding.
It was a thong, and the front piece…if his dick and balls fit in that, it was going to be a miracle. It leftNOTHINGto the imagination.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
That was saying a lot since he had one hell of an imagination.
At that moment, Gene knew he’d, once more, won the freaking boyfriend lottery.
“Oh, holy shit,” Gene said, clutching that flimsy piece of material like it was the holy grail, and he’d just discovered it.
“This is scandalous,” he whispered. “No, this is beyond that. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, or imagined, and I’m a pervert.”
Oh, Ethan knew.
That’s why he’d bought it online from some questionable website that sold kink and bondage things like they were an everyday accessory.
And that whiteSpeedowas the conservative one. The other one had a chain in it for piercings to ensure the wearer and their gear didn’t get separated.
He couldn’t imagine piercing his dick, but to each their own.
Because he had Gene’s full attention, Ethan sweetened the fantasy.
“Wait until you see it on me. I tried it on at home, and took a picture,” he said, handing him his phone next.
Oh, this was all an orchestrated flirt-fest to get the man’s juices and cum, flowing.
And it was working.
Ethan didn’t know he could seduce a man like this, but apparently, he was better at it than with a woman.
Who knew?
As he held out the electronic offering, Gene had never tried to get into a phone faster than at that moment. His whole being wanted that sneaky peek.
When he got to Ethan’s pictures, his lover wasn’t lying. There was a picture he took in the mirror of their condo apartment.
And it was ridiculous.
And.
HOT.
Yeah, he was so hard now, that he could pound nails with his erection, and then pound Ethan.
