“Okay, I think we have all the info we need,” Gabe said as he took another sip from his glass. “All of our questions have been answered and concerns have been addressed.”
The three of us stood, and Gabe and I shook hands with Gray.
“I look forward to receiving your text this evening, gentlemen. It was great to meet both of you.”
Luckily, there was an exit to the main street from the patio, so we didn’t have to traipse through the smokey, poorly ventilated old casino. As soon as we got into the car, Gabe pulled me toward him and kissed me.
“Can you believe it, Dusty boy?” Gabe murmured as soon as he pulled his lips off mine and firmly cupped my crotch. “In less than a week, you’re going to have a naughty puppy knot in here.”
“I know, I can hardly believe it. I never knew something like this was possible. I’ve loved the master and pet dynamic for so long.”
Gabe playfully massaged my dick over my jeans with the palm of his hand. It felt so fucking good, and I could feel myself getting hard.
“It’s going to be so fucking hot to see you kneeling on the floor, fully erect with a knot.”
“Are you going to stroke my knot each day?” I teasingly asked.
Gabe crushed his lips against mine, and both of us fiercely attacked one another with our tongues. While one of his hands continued to palm my dick, his other hand grabbed a handful of my hair to hold my head just how he wanted. Though he had the advantage on me position wise, I was able to reach up and squeeze one of his pecs over his shirt. This was something I hadn’t done before, but I wanted to show him I was really turned on by all of this. He seemed to like it a lot because he moaned into my mouth. It was a needy, aching moan.
“Damnit, Dusty,” he mumbled against my lips. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”
I moved my hand from his chest and down to his crotch. It was warm and even a little damp from the sweat of sitting outside and being turned on. I imagined his nuts were sweaty, and I didn’t doubt that there was some pre-cum seeping out of his dick.
“I need to get you home so I can fuck the hell out of you.” Gabe breathed hard and gave my crotch a squeeze before he pulled away from me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Gabe propped up on an elbow on the floor beside my pet bed. His hand was beneath my blanket, rubbing on my chest and stomach. He’d never woken me up like this before. Not that he never rubbed on me; that wasn’t it. But he’d never practically laid beside my pet bed and waited for me to wake up.
Was he worried about taking me to Gray’s?
“Good morning, Dusty boy,” Gabe murmured as he leaned forward and kissed my lips. “You can speak, Dusty.”
“Good morning,” I replied.
I stretched and could feel the reminders of how his body was all over mine last night. I smiled and welcomed the mild aches. Gabe smiled along with me, but I could tell there was something on his mind. His eyes told me as much.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Everything is fine, Dusty. I want to spend extra time with you this morning. I love you.”
“Are you worried something will happen? Something bad?”
Gabe’s hand stopped rubbing me, and he pulled me closer to him. His determined eyes looked down into mine as he held me.
“No, I’m not worried about something bad happening. I will simply miss you while you’re not here. I have one hundred percent faith in Gray.”
I reached out from under the blanket and wrapped my arm over his side and one-arm hugged him.
“I have confidence in Gray too. And I actually feel better that I won’t be completely sedated.”
“Me too, Dusty boy.” Gabe kissed me and then reached down and playfully took hold of my dick and wagged it back and forth. “Are you excited about getting longer and having a knot?”
“Of course I am. It’s going to feel so wild,” I admitted.
Gabe crushed his mouth against mine. After we made out and snuggled a bit more, we got up and began getting ready to go to Gray’s. I was to bring my toothbrush and a pair of socks for each night to keep my feet warm. Gray instructed me to wear comfortable, loose clothes because I’d be wearing them home Wednesday and couldn’t have anything restrictive on.
I held Gabe’s hand on our drive to Gray’s place. To say that Gray had a traditional looking home was anything but accurate. His place was in an older area of Vegas, but a lot of the area had been revitalized with the buildings have been renovated. Gray’s place was a multi-story building that looked like it could hold several apartments in it. I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, exactly, but this wasn’t it. The look of the building gave off a foreboding vibe. It would be silly of me to think that he had created his human art in some suburban house or even in some mansion on a golf course.
With my bag in one hand and Gabe’s hand in the other, I walked up a few concrete steps to the door. Within moments of ringing the doorbell, Gray opened the heavy door and greeted us warmly.
