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I felt fury flash in every crevice of my body. Was he fucking with me? Was I nothing more than a game? “What’s with this, then? Get my pants off? Come on, Landon, man up and get the job done.”
“Ouch. That’s harsh, boy.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of what looked to be lube and then a strangely shaped object. It resembled the dildo from the party, only much shorter but with a wide base. “This is a butt plug,” he explained as he held it in front of me. “A rather small one, but since you’re a beginner, I thought it was the proper size.” Holding up the other item, he said, “Lube, of course.”
As he worked to open the butt plug from its secure wrappings, I continued to stare at him. What the hell? “What the fuck, Landon? I’m not interested in a toy; I’m interested in you.”
With the plug finally released from the wrapping, he popped open the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount onto the plug. While he looked at me, he rubbed the lube onto every inch of surface the plug possessed. If I hadn’t been so damn mad, I would have found the gesture erotic. Hell, no matter how mad I was, the way his fingers toyed with the toy…it was fucking hot.
“You’re going to wear this plug all day, boy. With this toy deep inside of you while you dress up in your pretty clothes and prance up and down the catwalk—well, it’ll be a constant reminder of what can be. I think having your pretty ass plugged up nice and full will help you determine if last night was simply a whimsical idea that will pass with time. If it turns out, and I hope it does, that you’re still interested, that tight hole of yours will be stretched enough for me to fuck you nice and rough tonight when we get back to the hotel room.” He smiled wickedly. “See, I have a plan. All you have to do is prove this is what you really want.”
Let him put that in my ass and wear it all day? Could I do that? Since we changed in front of each other, the other models would be bound to see part of it protruding from between my ass cheeks. They’d whisper and talk about me. The other issue would be whether I could even do my famous swagger with something so thick and hard inside of me. This could easily lead to my humiliation and a good swift kick in the ass of my modeling career.
“Seconds thoughts?” Landon asked softly.
I looked at the lubed-up plug he held between his fingers. It looked big, even if he had called it a ‘beginner’s plug.’ More than that though, was how fucking sexy his fingers closed. Hell, even his fingertips were sexier than what should be legal.
Would it even fit?
“It’s okay to have doubts and hesitations, Micah. It’s a big step—a step in a different direction than you are accustomed to walking. There’s no rush. You have the rest of your life to decide what makes you happy. Pushing yourself into something you aren’t ready for will only make it worse.”
He started to put the plug back into the paper bag, but I quickly grabbed his wrists and stopped him. “Stop focusing so much on my past and turn your attention to the present. It isn’t often that I tell somebody what I want. I follow instructions and do what I’m told. Not anymore, though. This is for me. I want it, and I’ll be damned if I let anything or anybody take it away from me.” My eyes leveled with his. “You’re what I want and if doing this is one step to the finish line, I’m in.” Leaning forward to give him better access to the place where no one else had ever been, I said, “Give. It. To. Me.”
His tongue flicked out and licked my lips. “Good boy,” he praised. Reaching for the bottle of lube again, he coated his fingers with the gooey substance and then reached behind me. Before I had time to take a deep breath, those wet fingers reached between my cheeks and teased my hole. Thoughts of his tongue dancing there last night, caused a moan of excitement to escape from between my lips.
“Kiss me, beautiful boy,” he whispered softly as his fingers teased and tormented my puckered hole.
So…I kissed him. I kissed him with every drip-drop of enthusiasm that raced through my body. I felt like every nerve inside of me stood at attention…and waited. As I kissed, he played…and stroked…and stretched. When he finally pushed the tip of a finger inside of me, my back jack-knifed and another one of those silly sounds raced up my throat and passed through my lips. I couldn’t say it felt good…but it definitely didn’t feel bad. If anyone other than Landon had been doing it, things would have felt different. He didn’t need to know it, but I belonged to him. My body—gay, straight, or bisexual—belonged to him. He could do whatever he pleased, and I’d endure it—I’d love it.
