Chapter Four
Hours Later
Dinner
Resort
Dining Area
Like Saint Gene of the Kinky Vacation Plans had promised, they met for dinner, and everyone was having a good time. Well, Gene was the one having the best time out of all of them.
And for unsuspected reasons too.
In his pocket, there was a remote, and the other half of the device was nestled between Ethan’s cheeks. At that very moment, it was on medium, and his man was struggling to concentrate.
Someone was sadistic when in the mood to play Top with his bottom.
There was nothing better than knowing under that loose-fitting linen shirt, and under those dress pants, there was a whole party going on.
A.
Wild.
Party.
When Corbin and Will left them outside their hotel room, Gene had carried Ethan back to the room, closed the door, and tied him to their bed.
Because why the hell not?
They were on vacation, and this had been their plan the whole time. Oh, they would meet the men for dinner, and lunch, and breakfast, if they were so inclined, but the other hours of the day were for kinkery.
Once tied to the bed, for four hours, he’d had his wicked way with the man’s body. Both of them had cum so many times, that they were pounding water to rehydrate for later—or he was calling it, Part Do—as in ‘do your mate in bed’.
Because that was the plan.
After their moonlit walk, someone was going to be climbing all over him from being tortured all night.
Yeah, Gene always knew when Ethan was horny, and the man was ready to combust.
From the way he was looking at him, and touching him…that said it all.
Case in point?
At that very moment, he was rubbing his foot against his shin, trying to signal him that he needed him.
Desperately.
What Ethan wanted was a raw fuck in the bathroom stall, and he was going to get that on this trip, just not yet.
Someone had a fantasy bucket list, and Gene was WELL aware of it. Most of those things, he’d make happen this holiday away.
Bet.
On.
It.
What Ethan had to remember was he wasn’t in charge, and that teasing was part of the foreplay.
“How’s the steak?” Gene asked his mate, and knew he was distracted.
At that same moment, he turned the remote to high, just to watch his lover flinch.
Ethan looked over, and it was taking him a few seconds to turn the upper brain back on.
Yeah, someone was trapped in the pleasure as he fought not to give it away.
“I’m sorry, what? I was thinking,” he said, trying not to moan.
At that very moment, his dick was in a cock ring, and he couldn’t cum. Someone was being sadistic, and he loved every second of it.
This was the best vacation of his life.
As for the cock ring…
Having one on was probably for the best since his ass was vibrating and he wanted to explode.
Then, toss in that when he moved, the weighted clamps on his nipples were swinging tortuously. What he wanted to do was climb under the table and give his man head.
Sue him.
He was borderline out of control.
Why?
Because Gene knew that he was suffering.
“I asked how your meat is,” he said, pointing at the steak, but not talking about the steak.
His bottom was smart. He’d figure out what was being asked.
Ethan swallowed.
“It’s good. Real good. Delicious. Want to taste? I’m more than willing to share with you,” he admitted, knowing they were both discussing a blowjob. At this point, Ethan didn’t care who gave and who received.
He just wanted to hump something out of desperation and need.
Like his bear.
“I’m good, but thank you, EJ,” he said, trying not to laugh.
Someone’s eyes were filled with need.
“I do like dessert, though,” he said, seeing people eating something that looked indulgent. “All that whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”
Maybe Gene went too far.
Because Corbin sighed.
“Are you talking sex? I feel like the two of you are discussing sex, but I’m not sure because you’re both weirdos. You would talk about steak, meat, and whipped cream and mean legitimate food.”
Gene laughed.
They’d already told this man that they weren’t holding back on vacation. If it bothered him, he could avoid them, or he could pretend to be oblivious.
They’d already toned it down, and were keeping it private.
MOSTLY.
“Corbin, do I look like the kind of man who would be talking sex at the table?” he asked, pulling his hand out of his pocket and putting the remote to the ass plug next to his plate for them all to see.
Again, he wasn’t hiding jack shit.
Plus, it had the desired effect that he wanted. Now, the man beside him was flushed red.
Ethan was focused on the remote, and now they all were going to discuss it. Corbin was predictable if nothing.
Oh, Gene was going to make Ethan work for it.
And he didn’t care.
He was so horny that he’d fuck him in the dining room if that’s what it took to get off.
“What’s that?” Corbin asked, picking it up.
He began pushing the buttons.
Gene clued him in.
“That’s the ass-plug controller. Right now, Ethan’s having a bumpy ride, right, Tala?” he asked, as his lover was gripping the edge of the table with white knuckles.
When on a sex vacation, behave appropriately.
Corbin dropped it so fast, and wiped his hand on his napkin.
“Jesus Christ! At the table?” he hissed.
Gene loved pushing boundaries, and Ethan wanted him raw and how he’d behave if no one was around. This was part of his fantasy, and Gene was more than happy to give it to him.
So, he was keeping his promise. It wasn’t like the two men didn’t know they fornicated. They lived in their freaking condo.
Oh, they knew.
Plus, all around them, there were gay couples holding hands, kissing, and cozying up to each other. Corbin was the ONLY one with space between him and his partner.
That was more of a problem than a remote on the table. It wasn’t like he had it stored in Ethan’s ass.
It was in his pocket.
Gene picked it back up and cranked it to high before tucking it away.
Thankfully, they were in the corner of the dining room, and no one was near them.
“Yes, because that’s foreplay,” he said, reminding the man. “You know, the tease before the release? The part that gets your partner all wild, so the sex is incredibly hot?”
Will sighed.
“I love foreplay,” he said. “That’s half the fun. Lucky Ethan,” he said, talking like he wasn’t right there.
Oh, he was, but he had a lot going on.
A.
LOT.
Corbin sputtered.
“What the hell?”
Gene explained, and tried to help Corbin. Yes, they knew he’d been damaged, but he was still with someone. Will wasn’t broken, and Corbin was missing the obvious.
He’d promised Ethan he would stay out of it, but the baby detective was missing the clues. Clearly, from Will’s reaction, and comment, someone was dropping the ball.
No.
Shock.
There.
He could still get his partner off and not have to partake in sex because he wasn’t ready.
“Some people like that exhibitionism. You know, like sex in front of others, or when they can get caught. Tala likes both. I like Tala. It’s mutually beneficial since we’re on VACATION. Think back to the conversation we had earlier in the lounge chairs.”
Corbin just shook his head.
Oh, he remembered.
Still, he said one word.
“Whores.”
It made Gene laugh.
There were far worse things to be called in life than the obvious.
“Listen, later, the sex will be so hot it’ll melt paint. One day, you’re going to want to get back on that horse, and when you do, shove a vibrating butt plug in your partner and make him sit through dinner is always a good start. Right, Will?” he asked.
The man grinned.
“Absolutely.”
Corbin was horrified.
“Uh, I’m right here,” he said. “We can stop discussing my non-existent sex life.”
Gene shrugged.
“I mean, we could, but then we’re talking about the weighted-nipple clamps that Ethan’s currently sporting. Right, Tala?” he asked.
Ethan slowly nodded, trying to control his hips. They were on the cusp of moving, and he didn’t need to be air humping at dinner.
Gene was sadistic.
“No, he is not,” Corbin admitted. “Ethan isn’t a pervert like you,” he stated. “Blink if you need me to help you escape this pervert.”
Oh, and Ethan stared at Corbin and didn’t blink even when his eyes began willing him to do just that.
“See?” Gene asked. “He’s not being held hostage, but that’s on our bucket list for fantasies.”
Corbin was mortified.
Whatever happened to good old straight sex? He couldn’t picture anyone riding him, but why did everyone want to be tied up?
That was terrifying.
Because he was sadistic, Gene loved a challenge.
And Ethan wanted broken boundaries, so that was what he was giving him.
“As I was saying, he’s enjoying himself. Those weights are the icing on the sexy cupcake.”
Will grinned.
“Which ones are you using? The alligator clamps or the smooth ones.”
Gene was more than willing to answer, since he knew Ethan was getting wilder just thinking about having to show people.
“We haven’t graduated to the alligator ones yet, but we will, won’t we, Tala?” he asked. “Show the man. Lift up your shirt, Tala,” he ordered.
Had this been anyone else, and they had been anywhere else, Gene wouldn’t let anyone see, but Ethan clearly felt safe with the two men, or he wouldn’t have gotten out of the water earlier in that see-through Speedo.
Oh, Ethan had no choice but to comply.
He told Gene to push him beyond his comfort level, and he was. His nipples were so sore, but the good kind of pain, and his ass was on fire.
Someone had put a stimulating lube on the plug before inserting it, and he was so wild it wasn’t funny.
Lifting his shirt, he showed them one nipple, and it was, indeed, clamped. Hanging from it was a black weight and it was tugging his nipples downward.
“Oh, holy shit,” Corbin said. “Is that why he’s not talking? I thought he was just tired.”
Will laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Oh, I’ve been in those before. They are more than enough to keep you quiet. If you tug on them, you can spontaneously cum.”
Corbin stared at Will.
“What? You were in those? With whom?” he asked, more curious now than horrified.