The whole time, Gene admired his treasure. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. No one was touching this man, but it was an easy way to push him over the edge.
His body was his.
ONLY.
When Ethan opened his eyes, he was breathing heavily, and he was a wreck.
Cum dripped from the cage, and from his ass. So much for keeping that in.
“Oh, Tala, you’re a mess.”
Tell him about it.
Gene pulled a key from his pocket, and handed it to Ethan.
“You have three minutes to clean yourself up, lock my fuck toy’s dick back into that cage, and meet me outside. You’re taking the walk of shame alone.”
And then, he looked at his watch, and walked out the door.
And Ethan could only think of one thing.
He wondered what would happen if he was a minute late.
Because he wanted to be.
Meanwhile…
Gene was in a damn good mood. He headed into the gas station, and grabbed them some premade burgers, sodas, and bags of fries.
Paying, he kept an eye on the clock.
One of two things was going to happen.
Ethan was going to haul ass, afraid of what he’d do to him, or be late, wanting what he would do to him.
That would set the pace for the rest of the day.
As soon as he paid, he headed out, found a free table, and parked his ass at it.
Not far away was a guy watching him, and Gene knew why. He’d bet a million bucks that was the bathroom lurker. He knew if it was him, he’d stick around to see who it was, too.
Perversion and curiosity would always win.
ALWAYS.
Men were simple creatures, and ran on rage, angst, and lust, most of the time.
When he saw movement from the bathroom area, Gene glanced over, and it was his partner in life and crime.
And he was late.
When he sat, he pushed the key back toward him, and said nothing.
“Testing me?” Gene asked, handing him a burger and fries.
When he looked over, Ethan had a look on his face.
“What?” he asked.
