I see a look of empathy mixed in with Kasper’s straight talking. It’s like he knows what I’m going through but equally knows that he can’t overstep the mark and tell me what to do. He knows it’s a decision that only I can make.
I nod. Throat tight.
Kasper reaches across the table and grips my forearm—the same one he bandaged twenty years ago.
“You were a scared boy once,” Kasper says. “Behind the bravado you were so scared. But now you’re a man. Act like it.”
I swallow hard.
Kasper releases me.
I stand. Kasper always knows what to say and how to say it. I feel nothing but privilege for having a mentor like this in my life. I worry that he won’t always be around but at the same time I’m grateful to have a man like Kasper Karol in my here and now.
“If I don’t see you again…” My voice cracks. I clear it. “Thank you. For everything you’ve always done for me.”
Kasper doesn’t smile. Just lifts his glass.
“Get out of here, Ivan. Clock’s ticking.”
I walk out.
The door swings shut behind me.
Cold air. Gray sky.
My mind is made up.
There is no turning back now.
Chapter 11
Landon
The wooden bench has become my entire world.
Smooth oak under my cheek, under my belly, under my manhood. My wrists tied forward to the far legs, ankles secured to the near ones. The position forces my hips to tilt upward just enough that the edge of the bench presses relentlessly against my dick head.
Every tiny shift, every involuntary twitch, sends a spark through me.
It’s torture.
Pure, slow-burning torture.
But I don’t hate it.
I’ve been here… how long? An hour? Two? Time has dissolved into heat and ache and the maddening drip of Ivan’s seed still drying on my skin. My nipples throb from the smooth, cold wood and my mind playing games with me. My thighs tremble from holding position. I’m hard and leaking pre-cum—embarrassingly so—and the slickness makes every accidental brush against the wood even more agonizing.
I’ve resisted.
God, I’ve resisted.
But now I’m cracking.
Just one small rock of my hips. Just enough pressure to tip me over. Ivan will never know, I tell myself. I can do it so subtly that it won’t get picked up by the CCTV camera that no doubt is trained in on me.
Ivan’s gone. He said an hour or two. It’s been longer than that. One little movement and I can finally…
Then out of nowhere I hear the sound of bolts, an electronic thud, and the front door opens.
