Scott shook his head. He didn’t want to be free. But explaining that there was no reason for Joe to untie him, that hecould easily undo the safety releases on the cuffs after Joe left, involved far too many words that would make him stutter.
Long before Scott managed to get a word out, Joe had undone the cuff attached to Scott’s right ankle as well. A second later, Scott’s left ankle had been released from the rail at the bottom of his bed too.
“Roll over.”
When Scott didn’t immediately do as he was told, Joe nudged him pointedly in the ribs. As desperate to please Joe as ever, Scott managed to make his limbs work, after a fashion. He twisted around until he was finally on his back. His left wrist was still fastened to the head-board and he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to release it himself.
Not ready to look Joe in the eye. Scott found himself staring at his own body. His cum had dried on his stomach. His cock had softened. Scott automatically moved his free hand to cover himself.
“No, you don’t.” Joe caught hold of Scott’s wrist and pinned it to the bed. There was no way Scott could keep his gaze lowered then.
* * * * *
Joe slowly dragged his eyes up Scott’s body until he finally reached Scott’s face. He’d never seen anything so perfect. It wasn’t just that Scott’s body was hot, or even that Scott looked so much more debauched than Joe would have believed possible before that night.
Joe had never seen a man so happy or relieved to be submitting to another guy—to be submitting to him. The complete contentment on Scott’s face raced to Joe’s cock, trying to make him harden long before it was physically possible.
Scott tugged slightly at Joe’s hold on his wrist. Joe automatically tightened his grip. His fingertip met his thumbas he encircled Scott’s wrist. Apparently, that was all Scott had wanted him to do. He instantly stopped struggling and lay back on the bed, relaxed and perfect—and single.
As his lips twisted into a smile, Joe ran his free hand down Scott’s chest, tracing the centre line of his rib cage. Joe lowered his hand further, until he reached the little happy trail of light blond hairs that led to Scott’s cock.
Scott’s pubes were neatly trimmed around his cock and balls. Joe wondered if Scott had tidied himself up especially for their date. He also wondered how shocked Scott would look if Joe ordered him to shave himself completely bare. What about if he was tied down, legs spread wide apart, and he saw Joe approaching him with a razor?
There were so many firsts left in Scott, and Joe wanted to be the one to introduce Scott to each and every thing that he had yet to try. Joe was going to own every one of those memories.
“Did you buy all those toys especially for this occasion?” Joe asked, glancing toward those still neatly arranged on top of the chest of drawers.
Scott nodded. Colour rushed to his cheeks at the admission, making Joe grin.
“Did you get them all on line?”
Another nod.
Joe hummed to himself, already planning Scott’s first trip to a real sex shop. Standing up, Joe made his way to the chest of drawers in order to inspect the selection of toys once more. He’d noticed earlier that everything that usually rested on the chest had been pushed aside in order to make room for the toys. Now, he took a moment to check over those things too.
Joe jerked as every muscle in his body tensed. Amid the jumble of loose coins and almost empty tubes of hair gel, were two packets of envelopes—the same kind of envelopes that Scott had put his note to Joe in.
Joe snatched up the envelopes and counted them. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, as he calculated that only one envelope had been taken from either of the packs.
No one else had been invited to Scott’s room—yet.
“How many letters are you intending to write?” Joe demanded, spinning around to face Scott.
Scott peered across the room at him, as if he didn’t have a clue what Joe was talking about.
Joe held up the packets of envelopes with all the flair of a legal prodigy displaying the ultimate piece of damning evidence.
There was no dramatic intake of breath, no scrambling to prove himself innocent. Scott merely stared at the envelopes for several long seconds. He shook his head then, as if to clear his senses. Finally, he spoke. “They w-were buy one, g-get one free.”
Joe closed his eyes and stayed very still. It was the only way he could stop himself bursting into laughter. When Joe opened his eyes, Scott was watching him in obvious confusion, but that didn’t matter. Relief sang through Joe’s mind. He grinned as he tossed the envelopes back onto the chest of drawers.
There would be no more invitations issued, no mysterious little notes left for any other men. About to turn back to Scott, Joe stopped himself short. If Scott was ready to start to explore his kinky side in earnest then, even if he hadn’t bought the envelopes with the intention of sending them to other men, leaving them there would still be tempting fate.
After a little bit of searching through the debris on top of the chest of drawers, Joe unearthed a pen and a spiral notebook. With his back still to Scott, he tore a piece of paper from the notebook. Several seconds slipped by before Joe decided what to write. But, once he knew what needed to be said, it only took a moment for him to scrawl his orders across the sheet.
Sealing the piece of paper into one of the envelopes, Joe wrote a few letters on the front of it and propped it against the paddle on the dresser.
“W-what’s going on?” Scott asked, as Joe turned back to face him.
