Iwouldn’t.
But… Gage wanted me to look gay? What if that made him think Iwasgay? And then… then made him realize what a perfect fit being his naked sex slave was for me—not just while he let me wear this collar, but like,forever—and then what ifthatmade him remember that hewasn’tgay, and that he didn’tdothat kind of forever, and then he decided we couldn’t be friends anymore once he knew how I really actually truly felt about him?
Oshit. I was freaking out again. Quietly, though... so maybe Gage wouldn’t notice? He didn’t seem to have. At least, not yet, but I could tell by the way he was staring at me in the mirror that he was still waiting for me to answer him.
My tongue was frozen in my mouth, though, and Icouldn’t.
But… but if I didn’t, hewouldknow I was freaking out, so I had to.
But—
“Breathe, Noe,” Gage said, his brows squinching together in the middle.
No. Sorry. I couldn’t do that, either… but then he slid that lotioned-up hand the rest of the way down my happy trail and wrapped it around my dick, pulling me even more tightly against his body, and my eyes rolled back in my head and air rushed into my lungs on an embarrassingly loud gasp and I put a pin in all that endless, exhausting, freaking-the-fuck-out-about-the-future-of-our-friendship to get back to later, because right now—oh God—right now Gage wastouching my dick.
I couldtotallybreathe again.
In fact, now? I was pretty sure I could do anything.
No. Even better, I could do just one thing: be good for him, the way he’d told me to.
All the tension drained out of me. It wasn’t just that Icouldbe good, it was that it was literally all I was responsible for if he was in charge. I didn’t even have to worry about my dick, because Gage had control of that, too.
“Jesus, Noe,” he said, his hand starting to move. Not quite stroking me, but more… more just getting the lay of the land. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
Good thing that question was rhetorical. I was incapable of speech.
His eyes met mine in the mirror. “And do you know why?”
Still speechless here, but… because he was hotness personified? Because he was the best thing that existed? Because his big hand was wrapped around my raging boner, engulfing it completely, and thus my life was now complete?
“Because that collar means you’re mine, Noah,” Gage said, which was a better answer than any of the ones I’d come up with, for sure.
He smiled, the kind of smile that would have made me come on the spot if his hand hadn’t suddenly tightened around the base of my dick, hard enough to keep me from doing it.
“Andthisis mine,” he continued, still keeping a just-short-of-painful grip as he slowly stroked upward. “And your cock is leaking for me, Noe, because youlikebeing mine.”
I whimpered. He was right. All of it was right. Gage wasalwaysright.
“So don’t fucking worry about what’sgay,” he said in a harder voice, suddenly driving his thumbnail into my leaking slit and making my whole world white out for a moment.
I gasped.
Maybe whined?
Quite possibly begged.
“Don’t fucking worry about anything except doing what your master tells you,” Gage went on in that steely voice that made me want to do all of the above.
Gasp. Whine. Beg. Worship at the altar of him, for the rest of my natural life.
“You’re wearing a scarf today because Isaidyou’re wearing a scarf, got it?”
I nodded, panting now as he dragged his palm over the head of my dick and sent liquid lightning straight into my balls.
“Good boy,” he said, doing it again.
Oh God. Oh God. OhGodohGodohGodohmyGod.
