Page 85 of Whirlwind

Chapter 8

Parker

There’s always a moment, right after a bet is spoken, when you can turn it around. Parker had done it before. Just say something else and make it sound bigger and badder than the last thing, and boom—different bet.

He could have said anything. Whoever loses has to run around the block naked. Whoever loses has to give a sexual favor to the winner. Anything. Fucking anything.

That moment had come and gone for this bet, and now he was cursing himself. What the fuck had he been thinking?

He’d never heard of Ben bottoming. And since they talked about sex all the time, there’s a good chance it would have come up if it were something he did.

Whether Ben had never tried it, tried it and hated it, or just saved it for very rare occasions, didn’t really matter.

Because he could tell that Ben was freaking out.

He also knew that Ben was determined to go through with it.

Which was just fucking stupid.

Parker wanted desperately to call the whole thing off.

Whatever was developing between the two of them, hopefully the three of them, shouldn’t start with Ben doing something he didn’t enjoy. While Parker loved the idea of taking that sexy ass, it should only be if Ben wanted it.

On the other hand, he had to trust Ben to make his own decisions.

Parker had asked Ben with his eyes if he wanted to back out, and he’d gotten a hard no for an answer. It was Parker’s job to trust that.

The only option left was making it as good for Ben as he possibly could. And looking for any indication that it wasn’t going well so he could either stop or adjust the script as necessary. He’d already determined that he’d safeword for both of them if necessary.

It was a lot of pressure, and Parker was worried that he wasn’t up to it.

The first thing that he needed to do, though, was put Ben back in his role of Dom.

Parker ordered Dakota to their knees, willing Ben to take the indirect suggestion of a blow job.

When Ben’s hands tightened in Dakota’s hair, Parker let out an almost audible sigh of relief. At least he’d done one thing right.

Once Ben was distracted, he quickly crossed the room, grabbed something from his drawer without showing it to the other two, and headed for the bathroom.

He was not going to fuck Ben with the massive dick that he had on now.

He wondered for a moment if Ben would accept his biological dick as a legit form of bottoming. That would be easiest. It would, at most, be a pleasant tease right at his entrance, probably less forceful than Parker’s tongue.

Unfortunately, he didn’t think so. Not because Ben wouldn’t respect his dick, but because Ben would see it as being let off easy on the bet.

Like he wasn’t strong and manly enough to take a full-sized cock.

The incongruous idea made Parker giggle. He was totally losing it.

Stripping down several layers, he knew that the first thing he needed to do was switch out the large dildo that had strained his pants for a smaller, softer packer with a flexible rod insertion.

He’d tried a number of packers over the years and they’d been evolving in both their ability to take on more of the functions of a biological dick and to look and feel more realistic.

Usually, he didn’t feel much when he fucked someone with a packer, but psychologically there was something undeniably hot about watching something that looked like his own body go into someone else’s tight hole.

He was excited about the new one that he was about to open. He didn’t spend much money on himself, and the new dick that he’d ordered last week from PeeCock Products was a splurge. It was, essentially, the Cadillac of packers. It had cost over $300 with all the parts, and he hoped it lived up to the hype.

He could supposedly use it to create a soft, comfortable flaccid bulge for daily wear, a stand-to-pee device, an erection for pleasing a partner, and a special new feature for his own pleasure.