“But?” August prompted.
“Instead of personal trainers, you could be hockey players?”
Ryker was on board. He could think of at least eight different things he could do with a hockey stick that would have Dylan screaming in pleasure.
“We’ll rent out a rink and make it happen,” Ryker promised.
Dylan smiled, glancing up with a pleased little sparkle in his eye that made Ryker want to pick him up and squeeze him.
“Anything else?”
“Maybe a home invasion scene?” Dylan suggested, obliterating any notion that he had a single vanilla bone in his body. “You guys could wear masks and dress up in black clothes and break in while I was sleeping and have your way with me?”
Ryker’s cock twitched. There weren’t many ways for a home invasion scene to play out that didn’t involve the use of force, and he wasn’t sure that Dylan was ready to explore consensual non-consent.
Play like that could turn ugly fast. They’d have to communicate very clearly in advance what was going to happen.
“It sounds like we’re on the right track already,” Ryker said, just to vocalize the situation as it was now. They could talk specifics later. “Or am I wrong?”
Dylan shook his head. “No, you’re not wrong.”
“So no more freaking out?” Ryker asked his two mates, looking between them. They both shook their heads.
“Good. Then let’s order dinner. I’m starving, and the sooner we eat, the sooner we can cuddle up and watch something fun on TV.”
After the day’s revelations, Ryker thought some cuddling in a puppy pile would do them good.
Judging by the way Dylan’s shoulders relaxed, he agreed completely.
26
DYLAN
Dylan was on the subway, heading to the university campus and looking forward to having a nice, normal day where he didn’t have to think about the fact that he’d blundered into August and Ryker’s life by hijacking a roleplay scenario.
So many things suddenly made sense. The way August had touched and groped him during his appointment, the assumptions about what Dylan liked in the bedroom, and even the gloves the two alphas kept putting on before they fucked him. All of it was based on a kink checklist filled out by a stranger on the internet.
Dylan stared down at his phone, and for the millionth time since Ryker had pointed it out last night, stared at the email from his university telling him where to go for his free appointment.
How had he not noticed?
Embarrassment made his hands clammy and his heart start beating fast. August had acted like a character out of a sleazy porno, and he’d just gone along with it.
Who did that?
Dylan, obviously.
Exiting the message, Dylan saw that he had a new email from August in his inbox. The message consisted of a winky face and a link with the words kink compatibility checklist in the address.
Dylan opened the link and then blushed and tilted his phone up so that the people sitting next to him couldn’t see his screen. There was a picture of a cartoon angel holding a whip, grinning devilishly as she held the leash of a very happy-looking devil.
Dr. S and Alpha have invited you to take the KinkMatch questionnaire. To proceed, clickhere.
Dylan clicked, mostly just to get the kinky angel and her devil off his screen. He was in public. Thankfully, the next page didn’t have any questionable art. It asked for his email and instructed him to create a username. He filled in his email and put his name down for his username, and clickednext.
KinkMatch is a questionnaire that allows you to live out all your sexual fantasies. A list of questions and scenarios will be presented, to which you will answer yes, no, or maybe. Your partner (or partners!) will do the same. If your preferences and kinks match, they will become apparent at the end of the session.
That sounded… pretty good, actually. Dylan clicked on the link to start the questionnaire and then spent the first few questions feeling like an experienced kinkster.
