Chapter 22 Warren #4
Max reached for his phone, his knot tugging painfully on Warren’s rim when he leaned over to the nightstand.
He held the screen up so that they could both look, navigating with his thumb to a website where the cover image was a cute twink suspended from the ceiling while a terrifying woman in red leather spanked his balls.
“I have a wish list,” Max said, logging into his account and pulling up said list.
Warren’s hole clenched down on Max’s knot as the alpha showed him a series of toys, each more horrifying and improbably large than the last. The training set that Max suggested they start out with was a set of plugs – the smallest of which was thicker around the base than Harland’s cock, and the largest the width of a football – and that was just what was required to get him started on the rest of the toys.
Those weren’t anal beads. They were softballs on a string.
“This is the dragon one I was talking about,” Max said, navigating to something that looked more like a decorative statue than a sex toy.
Huge and glowing opalescent purple, the foot-long shaft of the dildo rested on a knot the size of two fists pressed together.
Warren could feel Max’s cock twitch inside of him, his excitement obvious.
“I know it might be too big, but it would be a cool goal to work toward.”
Warren thought back to all his previous encounters with Max and tried to pinpoint the moment in time where he gave the alpha the impression that he wanted to be hollowed out and have his anal muscles destroyed by toys larger than a shifted werewolf’s cock.
He couldn’t think of a single moment.
“I think I’d prefer to stick to smaller things,” Warren said. “Like my dildo.”
Max gave him a squeeze. “Don’t worry, I won't try to stretch you more than you can handle. I’m just being horny. Why don’t you have a look? Find something that you think you’d be into?”
Max handed Warren the phone.
Warren didn’t trust the easy capitulation. He and his hole would have to be on their guard.
The spooning position made it awkward for Warren to hold the phone – his arm all squished – so Max pulled him up to sit on his lap while he leaned back against the wall. Warren stared down at himself, thighs draped over Max’s leather-clad lap, and admired Max’s muscular legs.
He’d rather have Max squeeze his head between his thighs – while he was wearing his leather pants – than use any sex toys or bondage gear. Still, he looked down at the screen and started looking through the stuff they had for sale.
“What are these?” Warren asked, clicking on a little picture of a bunch of metal rods. The thickest one was about half the width of his dildo.
“Sounding rods,” Max said.
What they were became clear when the product page loaded and Warren was greeted by an image of a man shoving one of the rods down another man’s piss-slit.
Warren pushed the back button as fast as he could.
“I have a set, so we don’t need to buy that,” Max said.
“Why?” Warren blurted out.
“Why what?” Max asked.
“Why do you have… that?”
Max kissed his cheek. “They feel nice.”
Warren refused to believe that, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he clicked on a duffel bag that didn’t look too scary.
“Ooh, a bondage bag. Nice.”
Warren quickly hit the back button again. Was there anything on this site that wasn’t horrifying?
“Look at the clothes,” Max suggested, sensing that he wasn’t having the best time looking at the bondage gear and torture devices.
It wasn’t like Warren was convinced he could never like any of that stuff; it was all just very overwhelming to think of Max, Marcus and Harland wanting to use them on him.
“Sure,” Warren said, letting Max take the phone.
The clothes were better. There was a set of leather police uniforms that Warren wouldn’t mind seeing any of his alphas dressed up in.
“Harland has this one,” Max said, scrolling to a black uniform. It consisted of leather breeches, knee-high boots and a short-sleeve leather shirt that hugged the biceps of the model who wore it. “It looks really good against his skin. The contrast really makes the leather pop.”
“Harland has that?” Warren asked, trying to picture Harland – who was infinitely better looking than the model – in the intimidating getup.
“Well, I bought it for him,” Max said. “And I got him a duty belt from an actual police supply store. He’s pretty hot when he’s smacking his nightstick into his hand and growling at you to spread your legs and put your hands against the wall.”
That sounded intimidating, but in a fun way.
“He’s so into it. He even went and bought his own cuffs. It’s one of the only things he contributed to our collection.”
“Is the playroom more your thing than his?” Warren asked.
“I don’t think so.” Max crossed his ankles, holding Warren steady with a hand on his stomach as he made himself more comfortable.
“He had some gear when we were first hooking up, but I don’t know what happened to it.
When I ask him about it, he says he threw it away.
I think he prefers to let me buy stuff, since then he knows that he doesn’t have to worry about whether or not I’ll like it. ”
That sounded like an excellent strategy to Warren, and one that they should employ for all sex toy purchases intended to be used on or with him.
“Maybe we could do that?” he suggested.
Max seemed flummoxed by the suggestion, but after the way he’d presented it, he couldn’t really say no without sounding like an asshole.
“We can go shopping together,” he countered. It wasn’t really a concession, since he’d made it sound like he intended Warren to come along all along. “That way you can let me know if you don’t want me to buy something.”
Max sounded very happy with his compromise.
Warren sighed. He was going to have to practice saying the word no.