Maybe longer.Every footstep echoed with a silent what the fuck are you doing?But underneath that was something truer.You’re doing what you always wanted. Gay sex I’d spent long minutes teasing, stretching, preparing him—watching how he responded to every shift of pressure, every push and retreat.Now it was time.I pressed in slow. Beautifully obedient.The click of the metal around his wrists made my cock twitch.Then I pulled the leather collar from my other pocket—black, simple, but sturdy. Of fear. Stainless steel, smooth-rolling, like something from a massage room.On it: a basin of water, steam rising gently from it. A curiosity I couldn’t ask Ethan to scratch for me—though he was the one who encouraged me to name it in the first place.So I answered the messages.Said what I wanted. He swallowed when I clipped the lead to the front.“Up, boy,” I said.He rose without hesitation. That this should still happen.So what else could I do?I slipped out of the swing. His hands—still unbound now—gripped the leather straps above him. Clean towels.Mind: clear. Something quieter.Pride.Because I hadn’t run.I’d stripped.I’d stood.And I was ready for whatever came next.Jeff’s POV:He stood there perfectly—nude, arms raised, hands laced behind his head, his whole body humming with tension.I let him feel my silence.
