Trent stiffened hard. Ryan released Trent’s cock, pumping him with his hand as he came hard across his chest. Ryan was shaking as Trent helped him up, holding him tight.
“I’m in love with you,” Ryan whispered against his lover’s neck. Trent lifted Ryan’s chin to read his lips. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“I know, babe. I know,” Trent whispered.
The softness of Trent’s voice made Ryan fall harder. There was a wicked gleam in Trent’s gaze as he handed him his clothes. Ryan knew he wouldn’t be spending the night tonight.
Chapter Fourteen
Ryan was off for the next two weeks. He had planned on taking a trip out of town, but now that things were going strong with Trent, he was sitting at home waiting for him to call. Trent never called. Ryan was almost positive he scared Trent away with all the I love you crap.
That had him picking up the phone and calling Seth. He answered on the second ring. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey, Ryan. I’m out right now. Can I call you tomorrow?” Seth asked.
There was noise in the background. “Sure. Everything okay?”
“It will be. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Ryan hung up, knowing Seth wouldn’t call him tomorrow. Whatever was going on, he didn’t want Ryan involved now. For the next hour, Ryan flipped through channels on the television as he waited for Trent to call. He played with his cell phone, feeling a little lovesick. Ryan picked up his cell phone one last time, but there was no message waiting for him. Ryan was over it. He was going to bed.
It was midnight when his cell phone buzzed on his nightstand, waking him up. Ryan opened the message.
Come over and make my bed.
Ryan’s heart started to pound. He swallowed hard as his cock immediately flooded with heat. He grabbed his cock chain and slipped on his jeans, not bothering with boxers. He pulled on an old college T-shirt, too. Ryan drove over to Trent’s. Nighttime air chilled his skin as he got out of the car. He didn’t know what to expect with this second test, but he knew he was up for the challenge.
Trent didn’t come to the door after Ryan rang, so he tried the handle and went inside. Ryan locked the door behind him with a quiet click. The lights were off. Rose petals were all over the floor. Ryan followed them upstairs to the bedroom. Candles were lit everywhere. Trent was naked on the bed. His body glistened with warm light.
“Undress,” Trent ordered.
Ryan took his time pulling his T-shirt over his head. He unbuttoned the fly to his jeans and slid them off by the door. Trent groaned when he saw the cock chain around Ryan’s throbbing prick.
Bondage jewelry was on the nightstand by the bed. Leather cuffs and a collar in black leather and silver were waiting to be used. Trent swung his legs out of bed, picking up the cuffs from the nightstand. He cuffed Ryan with the leather straps and then put the collar around his neck. Spikes were nailed around the middle of the collar, giving it a shiny, gothic look.
“You wore your cock chain. Nice.”
The big king-size bed was a mess. Ryan let his gaze travel over it. He signed, “Do you want me to make the bed?”
“Yes. You are my sex slave.”
Trent stroked his cock as he watched Ryan pull the sheet tight, tucking it in. Ryan purposely lay across the bed, brushing his throbbing prick up against Trent’s pillows. A spot of his pre-cum was left on his pillowcase. Ryan circled the bed, taking his sweet time to adjust the other side of the sheet. He worked the edges in tight before reaching for the black comforter. Ryan plumped the pillows, setting them on top of the comforter and arranging the extra. Ryan knew he was taking his sweet time. It was his little bit of sadistic revenge.
Ryan waited next to the bed with his cock throbbing for a release that wouldn’t be coming anytime soon. He awaited Trent’s next order.
“Come here, sub,” Trent ordered.
A harness was clipped to the ceiling. Trent directed him to the harness, where he had him sit into it. His body swung through the air as his feet left the floor. Trent gave him a rocking push through the air. Ryan couldn’t see Trent but sensed him standing behind him. He circled back around.
They kissed. Ryan flicked his submissive tongue along the rough edge of Trent’s dominate tongue. Trent reached around, stroking his hands over his ass. His fingers were wet with lube as they searched out his ass. Trent rubbed his fingers over his anus, stimulating his ass. Their lips broke away.
Ryan groaned as he tightened his hands into Trent’s shoulders. Trent worked his hands up Ryan’s forearms, locking each wrist into a restraint attached to the swing.
Trent walked away and came to stand behind Ryan. Warm, wet hands moved over Ryan’s ass, squeezing hard. Ryan felt the tip of a butt plug edge into his ass. The plug was small and hard and felt so right in his ass. It didn’t stay long. Trent removed it. Another plug was edged up to his anus and pushed into his ass. This one was bigger, wider, and so much longer. Ryan shook with sexual frustration as his cock wept with pre-cum. Trent gave the swing a push, sending Ryan rocking through the air again.
“Trust me,” Trent said.
“I do.”
Across the room, Trent watched, stroking his cock as he did. When the swing stopped moving, Trent crossed the room with yet another butt plug. He removed the one in Ryan’s ass and put the even bigger, longer, and wider one inside. This one was at least the size of Trent’s big cock. Trent left it in his ass and walked around, slapping him in the ass with his throbbing cock. Trent circled around, rubbing his dick in Ryan’s face. Ryan licked out, catching Trent’s cock in his mouth. He sucked, twirling his tongue over Trent’s hard ridges.
The harness rocked as Ryan sucked on Trent’s cock. Trent pulled his cock from Ryan’s mouth. Ryan wanted more. He looked up into Trent’s smoldering eyes. Trent walked around, pulling the last butt plug from his ass. Ryan shuddered as he waited for Trent’s next move. A leather riding crop snapped in Trent’s hand as he walked across the room.
Ryan relaxed into the swing as Trent smoothed the thick leather over his skin. The smack of leather against skin sent Ryan’s balls bouncing wildly. He loved the feel of being flogged. Heat warmed his ass as the biting sting of leather against skin started to fade away. A second smack, this time harder than the first, struck him evenly across the ass. Ryan moaned. It felt so good to feel his cock bounce as Trent took control. Suddenly, the crop was gone and Ryan was left swinging.
Trent came up behind him. It was then that Ryan realized he was at the perfect height for Trent to enter him. Trent’s cock slipped over his anus as he reached around to fist his hand over Ryan’s pulsating cock. Pleasure stole Ryan’s breath away as Trent entered him in one slow stroke. At the same time, Trent stroked his hand down over Ryan’s cock. Trent’s fingers grabbed his balls, too. Ryan lost control as Trent pumped in and out of him hard as he stroked off Ryan’s cock. Trent’s free hand held the side of Ryan’s chest to feel the vibrations his voice made as they made love.
It was too much. Ryan’s orgasm shot up from deep within his cock, shooting his sauce up over his chest. Trent groaned as Ryan’s dick continued to kick out like a wild bull. Trent cried out. Ryan felt Trent’s orgasm spiral up. He felt Trent pull out. Shots of hot spunk fired up over Ryan’s back. Trent was breathing hard as he leaned down over Ryan’s shoulder to kiss him. They kissed passionately, with their tongues fighting for the top spot. Ryan felt off balance as Trent helped him to stand. He was led to the bed where Trent pulled him down on top of the covers.
Ryan gave Trent a long kiss. Ryan’s hands were not steady as he signed, “I should go. I have clinic at work tomorrow.”
“Night, baby.”
There was a big satisfied grin on Trent’s face. Ryan could see that he’d played right into his sensuous hands. The truth was, Ryan didn’t care. It was exactly where he wanted to be. Ryan regretted leaving, but he knew he couldn’t stay if he was going to get to clinic on time tomorrow. Ryan felt suddenly uncertain where this thing w
ith Trent was leading. A small part of him hoped that they would move in together. This was the first time Ryan felt like he could go to that next level with someone. Ryan no longer recognized the man he was becoming. Love must change a person for the better, Ryan decided.
Chapter Fifteen
After a long shift in the emergency room and a few hours in clinic, Ryan swung by the new deli by his house to pick up dinner. He was looking over the menu when he caught sight of someone he knew sitting at a table in the corner. He grabbed Seth’s attention by waving as he headed that way. He looked preoccupied with something.
“Hey, Seth.”
“Ryan. It’s been a while.”
They shook hands. Seth’s red hair was a darker auburn than when
he last saw him a few months ago. Ryan sat down at the table with him. “What’ve you been up to?”
“Not too much. How about you?” Seth asked.
“I just started working as a SWAT doc with district four. Work with the flight crew keeps me pretty busy, too.”
Seth looked away. “I’m not surprised I haven’t run into you at headquarters. That place is a madhouse.”
“Are you doing good?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah, things are great. Listen, I better run. I’ll call you, and we’ll do that drink. Now that I know you work with SWAT, I know how to track you down.”
Seth headed out the door and down the block. Something was bothering Seth, but Ryan knew he wasn’t the person who was going to be able to reach him this time. Ryan grabbed his to-go order when it was called and headed home.
Ryan was just walking up to his front door when he saw the package leaning against the wall. He juggled the box as he opened the door. The return address was for Trent’s house. The box wasn’t heavy. Ryan took the package into the kitchen, dropping it onto the counter. He ripped open the brown paper and slit open the plastic tape that held it closed. Ryan’s heart pounded with excitement as he pulled out the packing paper that was stuffed inside. Ryan opened the card.
Put me on and come over for a party at 7 tonight.
What kind of party would they be having?
Ryan opened the tissue paper and saw a rubber cock ring. A small silver bullet was inserted in between the rings. There was no connector. That meant it was by remote. Ryan was giving up complete control tonight. There was another package at the bottom. Ryan tore open the tissue paper and looked at the Roman slave garb. The thin sheath was practically see-through if the light was shining behind it. Ryan’s mouth went dry, and his heart started to pound. Role playing turned him the fuck on. The fact that Trent knew his fantasy without even asking told him how perfect they were for each other.
Ryan showered, shaved, and got mentally ready for his third test with Trent. He put the white tunic on, tying the thin rope around his waist and headed out the door to the party.
Cars were lined up and down the street. Ryan’s dick hung heavily within the grip of the new cock ring. He rang the bell at Trent’s and waited. A few seconds later, Trent answered the door. A drink was in his left hand. Ryan let his gaze work over Trent. He was dressed as a Roman soldier.
The party was well under way. Music echoed from the townhouse. Trent went into the kitchen, handing Ryan a beer. There were only men at the party. It didn’t take Ryan long to realize that everyone there was having a good time. Ryan sipped his beer as Trent introduced him to his friends.
Vibrations suddenly shot over Ryan’s cock. He gasped at the sudden erotic surge that had taken over his body. It was clear that Trent was the one in control of his experience. Sweet torture didn’t even begin to describe what Ryan was experiencing. Beneath Ryan’s slave tunic, the vibrator roughed up his aching cock. Trent purposely kept his distance as he inflicted the sweet torture. Long looks were not enough to tease Trent into ending Ryan’s suffering.
It was close to midnight when everyone left. Ryan’s cock was close to bursting. He needed to come, and he needed to come now.
“Come to me, slave,” Trent ordered. “Undress.”
Ryan saw Trent slip his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a remote control, smoothing his fingertips over the buttons of the vibrator attached to Ryan’s cock ring. He pressed the button, turning it on to pulse. Ryan’s eyes widened, dilating fast. His jaw clenched hard as he cried out, working hard to keep his spunk locked down in his cock.
Trent undressed, dropping his clothes to the floor. Ryan jumped when Trent’s hand locked around his painfully throbbing cock. He led him by the cock through the living room, down the hallway, and into the bedroom. Trent pulled him to the bed where he eased back. Once he was on the bed, Trent scooted around to the sixty-nine position. Ryan’s hips jumped off the bed as Trent’s mouth came down upon his prick. Ryan locked his arm around Trent’s hips, sucking Trent’s big cock into his mouth. He took Trent deep inside his mouth, sucking him hard. Trent worked the tip of Ryan’s cockhead over with his tongue as he worked his shaft. It was going too fast.
Ryan was close to coming when Trent reached around, rubbing his thumb over his anus and perineum. Ryan released Trent’s cock as his orgasm flashed white-hot through his body. He grabbed Trent’s head as he sucked him off. Ryan was still flying high from his orgasm when he sucked Trent’s cock back into his mouth. He licked, swirling his tongue in long, sensuous strokes. Ryan rubbed Trent’s shaft, squeezing tight as Trent pumped his hips with mini strokes.
Trent cried out, coming hard as Ryan sucked him deep. Ryan released his cock to stroke Trent’s shaft hard. Four hot lines of cum shot over Ryan’s chest. He fell back onto the bed. Ryan never felt so spent in his entire life. Trent eased back on the bed, offering him his side of the bed. They snuggled in close with Trent wrapping his arms around Ryan. Love flowed through his body. He loved Trent. Something clicked, locking inside Ryan’s heart. He loved Trent, and he would do anything to be with him. Anything. He just didn’t know how they could be together.
* * * * Sunlight streamed in through the windows. Ryan’s cell rang. He answered, swinging his legs from Trent’s bed.
“Hello?”
It was the doctor’s office calling with the lab results. Every muscle in Ryan’s body stiffened. He hated the wait. He hated the news even more.
“I’m sorry?” Ryan asked.
“Everything looked good. We won’t need to see you for another year.”
Ryan hung up the phone. He was okay. Everything was going to be okay.
Trent sat up on his elbow. “Is everything okay?”
The sound of Trent’s voice had Ryan whipping his head around. Ryan lifted his hands and said, “That was the doctor’s office. My labs looked good. They don’t need to see me for another year.”
Trent grinned. “That’s great news!”
Ryan laughed as tears misted his eyes. It was wonderful news, but why was he feeling so sad? He knew why. There were no more excuses as to why they couldn’t be together. Ryan fell into Trent’s open arms and kissed him passionately. He pulled away as Trent wiped away the tears running down his cheeks.
“I love you,” Trent whispered.
“I love you, too.”
Trent rubbed his tears away as he held his face in his hands. “I’m driving home to my parent’s house in Boone, North Carolina, next weekend. I want you to come with me. Will you?”
Trent wanted him to meet his family. He was excited and scared. “Yes. I’d love to.”
Chapter Sixteen
Trent’s hands were sweating on the steering wheel as he drove. His nervousness had nothing to do with the man sitting next to him. It had all to do with bringing a lover home for the first time in his life. He was doing it for his sister, Mia. She’d asked him to come home for the party. Shadow’s head was sticking out the back window, loving the feel of the wind blowing through his fur.
The sun was starting to tilt low in the sky. It wouldn’t be long before it was dark.
Saturday evening dinner in the South was a formal affair. Going home for his sister’s birthday was
like picking at an old wound that never healed all the way. Asking Ryan to come home with him was his way of sticking it to his old man. Now he was regretting putting Ryan into the middle of the awkward situation. Trent glanced over at Ryan. He was cool and calm as they drove up the long driveway.
Trent wasn’t. This was too much like going back in time.
Cars were lined up the driveway for Mia’s thirtieth birthday party. They were running late for the party. The rolling estate was just the same with vibrant-green grass. Horses lingered in the fields, separated by the same whitewashed fences. Off in the distance, the big red barn sat in the field. The long driveway ended in a plantation house. His father’s kingdom. Trent had always been a failure to his father. His first failure was coming out to his parents when he was eighteen. His second was losing his hearing. Sunlight glinted off the windshield, flinging Trent back into time.
His parents were on the porch, reading the newspaper and having morning breakfast. Trent knew coming out to his parents was a mistake he had to make. His father never approved of him, so it really didn’t matter what he thought. Their housekeeper was bringing out breakfast as Trent sat down on the patio table.
“Morning, Mom.”
His mom put down her paper. “Morning, babe. Did you sleep well?”
Trent nodded and let his gaze swing to his father, who, as always, ignored that he even existed. Trent glanced back at his mom. He could see the pain in her eyes. She couldn’t help that his father hated having his only son not follow in his father’s footsteps and become a lawyer.
“There’s something I have to tell you and Dad.”
His mom frowned. Her long dark hair blew across her cheek, and she swiped it away. “Is it about school?”
No, it wasn’t about school. Trent wasn’t afraid to go away to college. Trent’s heart started to pound as his father put down his newspaper and stared across the table at him. Trent shook his head no.
“It’s about me.” Trent knew there was no going back once he came out. “I’m gay.”
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