Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jack

T he second Liam said, “Is there something you want to play with?” my brain short-circuited. Still fuming a little over the Bradley confession, I got out of bed, grabbing a pillow on my way and lobbing it at Liam’s head. He ducked, giggling like he wasn’t currently the most infuriating person alive.

“I’ll find something to play with, all right,” I muttered, stomping over to the closet.

The moment I opened the door, I froze. Sitting there, innocently tucked in plain paper bags like they contained nothing more scandalous than a few groceries, was a veritable treasure trove of sex toys.

I knelt down and pulled one of the bags open. Sexy underwear in every color of the rainbow. Another bag held an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and—for some inexplicable reason—a pair of handcuffs that looked like they belonged in a police procedural.

“What the hell, Lucien?” I said, turning to look at him.

He poked his head out from under the blanket and gave me a sheepish grin. “I didn’t think we’d use them all at once!”

“All at once?” I repeated, standing up with the bags in hand. “Lucien, this is enough for a three-day sex convention.”

He flopped back against the pillows, pulling the blanket over his face again. “Just bring them over, Drake.”

I sighed and carried the bags to the bed, holding them in clear view of the camera as I set them down. If we were going to do this, I might as well commit to the bit.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reached into a bag and pulled out the first thing my hand landed on. It was a massive, bright pink dildo that looked more like a pool noodle than something meant for human holes.

“What,” I said, holding it up like a prize from a carnival, “were you planning on doing with this?”

Liam peeked out from under the blanket, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. Then, with a groan, he yanked the blanket back over his head.

“C’mon, Lucien,” I teased, waving the dildo in the air. “What were you going to do with this big old thing?”

His muffled voice came from somewhere under the blanket. “I don’t know! It was on sale!”

I laughed so hard I almost dropped the thing. “On sale? What were you doing, couponing for kink?”

Before he could answer, I grabbed the blanket and yanked it off him, then leaned over and blew a big, loud raspberry on his belly button.

“Draaake!” he screamed, thrashing beneath me as he burst into laughter. “Stop! Oh my God, stop!”

“Never!” I declared, planting another raspberry just below his ribs.

What started as playful tickling turned into full-on wrestling, with the two of us rolling across the bed like a couple of kids fighting over the last slice of pizza. Eventually, I pinned him, holding his wrists above his head as we both panted for breath.

“Gotcha,” I said, grinning down at him.

He stuck his tongue out at me. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” I replied, leaning down until our faces were just inches apart. “But I have a serious question for you, Lucien.”

“Oh, no,” he groaned, his cheeks already turning pink.

“Have you ever, you know…” I lowered my voice, “…done butt stuff?”

His entire face went beet red. “Butt stuff? Drake!”

“What?” I asked, letting go of his wrists. “It’s a valid question!”

Blushing furiously, he replied, “Not really.”

“Not really?” I raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a ‘yes’ or a ‘no,’ Lucien.”

“Fine!” he said, groaning again. “No, okay? I haven’t.”

I couldn’t help but smirk as I sat back. “Well,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, “maybe it’s time we changed that.”

His eyes widened, and his pulse quickened under my grip. “Maybe,” he whispered, barely audible.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his. “Good,” I breathed. “Because I’m not done playing with you yet.” I grabbed the dildo again and waved it in front of his face.

Liam’s eyes flicked to the enormous pink monstrosity in my hand, then back to my face, and he suddenly looked… uneasy. Not embarrassed- but genuinely nervous. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he shifted beneath me.

“Uh… maybe we could do, um… other things first?” he stammered, not quite meeting my eyes. His tone was almost apologetic, and it hit me like a brick: Liam wasn’t ready for this. Hell, I couldn’t imagine anyone being able to stick the pink daddy of all dildos inside them.

I stared at him for a moment; the realization making my chest tighten. He wasn’t scared of me—thank God—but he was definitely afraid of what would happen next. And yeah, I got it. This was unfamiliar territory for both of us, and the last thing I wanted was to push him too far, too fast.

I set the ridiculous pink dildo back in the bag and nudged it to the side, brushing my fingers over the next item I grabbed. The cool metal felt solid and purposeful in my hand. I pulled it out and held it up between us, letting the light glint off the silver links of the handcuffs.

“How about we try these out?” I asked, giving them a little shake for effect. Liam’s eyes widened as if I’d just presented him with the key to some forbidden kingdom. His lips parted slightly, and a soft “oh” escaped, half surprise, half intrigue.

I grinned. “Have you ever, you know, been restrained?”

He shook his head, his gaze bouncing between the cuffs and my face. “No,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with something I couldn’t quite name. Then he looked at me through those impossibly long lashes, and his lips quirked in the smallest, shyest smile. “But apparently, I’m going to have a lot of first times with you.”

Boom.

Fireworks.

The big, flashy kind that light up an entire city skyline. His words hit me straight in the chest, a warm, electrifying pulse spreading through me like a live wire. He trusted me with this—with him. And damn it, I wanted every single one of his firsts. Every kiss, every touch, every nervous laugh.

“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice rougher than I intended. “You will.”

I leaned in closer, letting my fingers stroke his jawline. His skin felt warm, and the spark that passed between us only made me more certain. I wanted this. Him. All of it.

While I hadn’t seen a lot of porn in my time, the one video that always stuck out in my memory was of a man handcuffed to his bed. In it, the dominant guy teased the other one, bringing him to the brink of orgasm repeatedly, but not letting him get off until he was seriously begging for it.

“I’m about to make you crazy,” I murmured. Climbing off him, I handcuffed his left hand to the bedpost, then realized I didn’t have a way to restrain his other hand.

“There’s another set in the bag,” Liam whispered, then he licked his lips. “They were buy one, get one free at the sex store.”

I snickered. “Don’t tell me they have a frequent buyer’s program at the sex store, too.”

Liam bit his lower lip and turned his head away.

I barked out a laugh, then hopped off him and searched through the paper bags. “Found it!” A moment later, I had him completely restrained, and without thinking, I grabbed my cock and squeezed. Liam’s eyes were now trained on my swollen dick, and if my eyes were to be believed, there was a trail of drool snaking down his chin.

Damn, that turned me on.

I straddled his stomach, leaning over him and capturing his lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His body tensed under me, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he kissed me back eagerly, his tongue tangling with mine.

I pulled away and trailed my lips down his jawline, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. He let out a low moan, arching his hips up against me. I grinned and continued my journey downwards.

When I reached his stomach, I dipped my tongue into his belly button before licking my way down his sides. He squirmed and writhed underneath me; the restraints holding him in place.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I blew a cool stream of air over his hard cock, teasing him with just my breath. His hips bucked up off the bed in response.

I chuckled and took him into my mouth, swallowing his entire shaft as he cried out in pleasure. Bobbing my head up and down his length, I swirled my tongue around his swollen head. Liam moaned, his hands clenching into fists as he fought against the handcuffs.

Moments later, his hips bucked in time with my mouth, and I tasted his salty pre-come. He was close, so very close. Time to take a little break and allow him to cool down. I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and it hit his taut stomach with a thwap.

“Oh my God,” Liam panted. “Don’t stop, I’m so fucking close.”

My cock was so hard it hurt. Perhaps it was time for Liam to get a mouthful of dick. Climbing up his body, I straddled his chest, then rubbed the tip of my cock over his full lips.

“Open wide,” I instructed, my voice a low growl. Liam’s eyes widened in anticipation, and he opened his mouth obediently. With a grin, I pushed forward.

Liam’s tongue licked at the tip, and I groaned, thrusting deeper into his warm, wet mouth. He took me in greedily, sucking and stroking with skilled precision. I didn’t last long; the sensation of his throat muscles clenching around me was almost too much to bear. With a grunt, I yanked my cock out of his mouth.

“No, please, I want to…”

“Who’s wearing the handcuffs?” I growled.

Liam’s eyes shut. “I am.”

“Then do what I say.”

Scooting down Liam’s body, I couldn’t resist taking him into my mouth again. He tasted so good, and I loved the way he writhed and moaned under my touch. I sucked and licked at his length, bringing him closer and closer to the edge before pulling away once more. His eyes were pleading as I stopped blowing him yet again.

“Please,” he breathed out, tears in his eyes. “I want to come so badly.”

But I had other plans. Straddling his chest once more, I thrust my cock into his waiting mouth. He eagerly sucked and stroked with a hunger that drove me wild. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, but I didn’t want it to end just yet.

Suddenly, it hit me—this was all being recorded. And it would be much better for the viewers if I lasted a little longer. With a grunt of frustration, I yanked my cock out of Liam’s mouth.

“No,” he whimpered, looking up at me with those wide eyes. “Please...”

I couldn’t resist any longer. Giving in to my own desires, I thrust back into his mouth one last time as my orgasm washed over me.

“Shit, oh fuck,” I bit off through clenched teeth. My entire body shook as my load went down his hungry throat. Then I fell onto the bed next to him, struggling to catch my breath.

“That was amazing,” Liam breathed. I glanced over to his cock, which now had a stream of pre-come leaking down to his balls. Every few seconds his hips would twitch, and he’d pull against the handcuffs. “Please, God, let me come,” Liam moaned.

I couldn’t deny him any longer. I reached down, grabbing his soaking-wet cock, and stroked it in earnest. His eyes rolled back in his head as I touched him.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice low and soothing. “I want to taste your load, Lucien.” I bent my head down and took his cock in my mouth. Immediately, he began to piston his cock in and out of my mouth, while a stream of gibberish issued from his lips.

“Oh God, here it comes,” Liam’s arms pulled at his restraints, then his entire body tensed and a flood of come shot down my eager throat. “Yes, oh God, yes!”

Jesus, I’d only been with a few guys, but had never felt even a fraction of the passion I felt now. But as the euphoria faded, reality set in. This wasn’t just a steamy encounter between me and Liam—it was all for the sake of the FantasyFans page. And while it was incredibly hot and thrilling, it also left a bittersweet taste in my mouth. Why did we wait so long to explore these desires? I pushed those thoughts away as I got off the bed.

“Where are the keys to the handcuffs?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Liam’s face flushed with embarrassment. “They should be in one of the bags.”

I walked over to the closet and searched through the bags. After finding them, I stood next to the bed and unlocked the handcuffs, then helped Liam sit up. He rubbed his sore wrists and looked at me with a crooked smile.

“Drake, I’ve never come so hard before in my life.” Liam shook his head and a small giggle escaped. “Just imagine, we’ve got all weekend to play with these toys.”

I glanced over at the bags, realizing that as fun as the sexy gadgets were, none of them could compare with my best friend.

“My dick’s gotta rest, Lucien. Aren’t you exhausted yet?”

Liam bit his lip and lowered his eyes. He stared directly at my cock, which grew harder under his gaze.

“Looks like you’re waking up again.” Liam gingerly got out of bed and walked over to the bags. He stuck his hand inside one of them, then pulled out a cardboard box. On it was a picture of a large, clear, plastic thing I’d never seen before.

“You ever heard of a Fleshlight, Drake?”