Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
NOW
A iden grabbed his laptop and settled onto his bed. He was going to regret this. Every time he watched Zayn’s reviews, he regretted it, and he’d seen more of them than he wanted to admit.
Okay, fine. He’d watched all of them, and he didn’t regret it nearly as much as he should have. But if he were a good person with morals, he absolutely would regret what he was about to do.
If he had fewer morals, he’d claim his actions were solely to assess the damage this situation could cause. Not that anyone would believe him.
Zayn’s blog, InZayn Reviews, was one of the most popular sex toy review sites on the internet, for reasons Aiden completely understood. Zayn had confessed its existence to him toward the beginning of their junior year—a revelation that had both blindsided Aiden and sent him running for his laptop and credit card. Before that, he’d assumed Zayn simply liked to… indulge himself. Frequently. He hadn’t realized there’d be accompanying videos for a low monthly fee.
He’d never told Zayn he’d joined the paywalled members-only area that had access to his video reviews, not just the publicly available write-ups, or that his blog was a near-nightly visit.
While Zayn’s videos were thankfully solo and relatively tame, they were better than every single scene Aiden had ever watched on MateHub.
Sending up a silent apology for violating the sanctity of their shared cloud drive, he opened Zayn’s personal folder and made a quick copy of the raw video Zayn had uploaded. He’d never done this before; he’d always waited for the reviews to be posted to Zayn’s site, even if he could smell exactly when Zayn had been filming. But excuses aside, he needed to know how bad this was.
That didn’t mean he wouldn’t also be using it to torture himself. Repeatedly. Starting now.
Already knowing this would be the end of him, he clicked on the file and braced himself for what he was about to watch. All twenty minutes of it. Zayn’s longest review ever. Appropriate, given the toy he was reviewing.
He did his best to ignore the shiver of arousal that ran through him as the video began to play.
On screen, Zayn was in his bedroom, wearing a blue bathrobe that he’d be losing shortly.
“I’ve got something special for you today. This is a request from one of you, and oh boy, whoever you are, Anon, I’d be confessing my love to you, but I’m afraid this thing you sent me has stolen my heart. And I haven’t even tested it out yet.” Zayn grinned at the camera, and Aiden sighed, painfully aware he sounded like a lovesick puppy.
The lights behind the camera reflected in Zayn’s dark, expressive eyes and emphasized his high cheekbones, somehow making his tan skin appear even warmer and more alluring than usual. What Aiden wouldn’t give to touch him in the ways he’d been fantasizing about for years.
“I’m in the process of tracking down the details on this, but once I do, I’ll put it in the description. I have a feeling you’ll want your own.”
He held up the toy. “Let me introduce you to Mr. Richard Knotz. He is a girthy specimen. I have to admit, he’s a bit of an intimidating beast, but I can’t wait to try him out. So let’s get to another InZayn review. Richard Knotz edition.” He snorted. “Such a ridiculous name.
“This is the most realistic dildo I have ever seen or felt. You know those porn videos where someone switches places with a toy, like the person using it isn’t going to notice that suddenly it’s become significantly more lifelike? Well, if they were using Mr. Knotz here, I would understand. This feels real, with a nice weight to it. Blindfold me and put this in my hand, and the only thing that would give me pause is its massive size. Regardless of what most of you are probably claiming on your Grindr profiles, statistically speaking, the average guy is not packing anything close to this monster.”
He ran through its features one by one, first playing with the foreskin the same way he’d done in the living room, then fondling its balls and explaining it would come with the touch of a button.
“I do like it when my men can come on command,” he said with a wink.
Then he got into its wildest function, inflating its knot to level ten, his eyes going wide as he stared at it. “Not gonna lie, I’m a little unsure about that. But we’ll give it a try.”
Aiden winced. Fuck, fuck, fuck . This should not have been sent to Zayn. They’d be in so much trouble if this review got posted. Whoever did this was a moron, but at the same time, Aiden couldn’t blame them. He also wanted to see Zayn get knotted, and the sad human attempts at knotting toys Zayn had reviewed in the past didn’t count.
Though, if he were being honest about what he wanted, it wouldn’t be MateHub’s finest merchandise knotting Zayn.
Zayn stood and slipped off his robe. The soft material slid down his arms to reveal his naked body, his half-hard cock, and Aiden prayed to any powers listening for his sanity to survive this, though he doubted any being, divine or otherwise, could help on that front.
“Its suction cup is nice and strong.” Zayn stuck it onto the sturdy wooden chair he used whenever he reviewed products like this, then gave it a few firm tugs to prove his point. “There shouldn’t be any issues if you get vigorous as you ride it.”
He ran lubed fingers over the toy, slicking it up, then glanced at the camera again. “I’m stretched and ready to go. Let’s see if this bad boy feels as good in me as it does in my hand.”
Watching Zayn line himself up with a firm grip around the shaft, then slowly sink onto the dildo, was a maddening exercise as always, but the knowledge of how this was going to be different had Aiden’s stomach clenching in anticipation.
Zayn shifted his hips, taking the toy in with shallow thrusts, its thick length stretching him open a little more each time he bore down.
Aiden’s dick throbbed at the idea of it being him instead; his wolf rumbled its approval. He cupped himself through his pants and gave himself a squeeze.
Yes, he was a horrible person, but god, Zayn was hot.
Zayn gasped softly. “Oh, this is nice, but make sure you stretch well before you give it a go.” He let out a breathy moan, his eyelids fluttering and his right hand jerking himself to full hardness with the rhythm he used most often, the one Aiden had committed to memory months ago.
Aiden unzipped his pants and pulled himself out, rolling his foreskin back like Zayn had done to the toy.
“Oh, that’s good,” Zayn said as he took the last inch in and was fully seated. “It’s nice and firm with some give to it. Definitely on the large side, but you already knew that. Any size queens out there, you need this.”
He started to move, building up speed until he was bouncing on it, moaning, his thighs straining with effort, and Aiden stroked himself in time. For a moment, he thought Zayn might not get to testing out the knot, but then Zayn seemed to catch himself. He laughed breathlessly.
“Almost got carried away. I cannot stress enough how realistic it feels. I could get off on this alone, no extra features necessary. But that’s not why we’re here, is it?” He snickered. “ Knot . Actually, you’re going to think I sound crazy, and maybe this thing is making me lose my mind, but I swear its base is throbbing, like the knot is waiting to expand. So let’s do that.”
He grabbed the remote and held it up for the camera. “Level one, what’ve you got?”
Aiden’s gaze latched onto the toy as Zayn hit the up button and raised and lowered himself. There was the slightest of swells at its base.
“Hmm, with as big as this is, I can’t feel it that much. So moving on to level two.”
This time, when he pulled off, the knot was easier to see. Zayn bounced on it a few times. “Alright, that I notice more. Yeah, there’s a nice little extra stretch to that. Not enough to cause any true resistance, but enough to feel it. Let’s try three. Ooh, three tugs on my rim, but damn, that feels good. I need to apply more pressure to get it in and out. Mmm. Yeah. I like that.”
Aiden gripped the base of his dick with one hand while he jerked himself with the other, imagining his knot throbbing and expanding inside Zayn.
With the speed he was riding that dildo, Zayn looked like he might lose himself again, but once more, he remembered what he was supposed to be doing.
“Okay, fuck. I can’t get distracted. I’ve got a review to film here. What will level four do? Ooh. Yeah, four. Four catches. It requires some bearing down, but it feels amazing. This is an order of magnitude better than the other knotting toys I’ve reviewed. With how this gradually expands, you can build up to it.”
As if to make his case, he popped the knot in and out a few times, and Aiden bit his lip to keep himself from whimpering. How would it feel to have Zayn’s tight ass wrapped around his knot? To stretch him open more and more with each thrust until they were tied together.
The idea alone almost had his wolf howling.
“Yeah,” Zayn said, his voice raspy with pleasure, “spoiler alert so it doesn’t shock you too much when it happens. This is getting five stars from me. And speaking of five. Let’s go. Oh, oh . Okay. Five doesn’t want to come out, but I could force it if I needed to. It pulls quite a bit when I try to lift off it, and oh god… the way it’s stretching my rim. So good. And when I’m sitting fully on it, it’s pressed right against my prostate. What if I…”
He rotated his hips and moaned, making Aiden buck into his hand. Shit. The sounds that came out of his mouth. Aiden wanted to hear them in person, to have Zayn moan in his ear.
“Oh fuck. Grinding on this thing is beyond pleasurable. If you’re a fan of prostate stimulation, this will be a new favorite for you. Let’s try six.”
The moment he clicked the button, he groaned, long and low, then he stilled, panting. He didn’t say a word. Instead, his shaky fingers hit the button another time and brought the knot to level seven.
His eyes rolled back, and he panted as he ground on the dildo. “Oh. This is… this is…”
Aiden had never seen Zayn speechless during a review. He was always able to articulate what he was feeling and if he liked it. There was no question about whether or not he liked this. His loss of words spoke volumes, too caught up in the sensations it was bringing him for anything more than that.
Aiden thrust up into his fist, his pleasure tied with Zayn’s, getting closer as Zayn did.
“Fuck,” Zayn said. “Sorry, guys. This is just really good.”
He lifted up the remote, his hand shaking to the point it was a wonder he managed to press the button at all, but when he did, he keened, throwing back his head and writhing on the toy, his other hand stroking his dick with an almost frantic rhythm. He didn’t always jerk himself to completion in these reviews, especially if he wasn’t enjoying the product. But with this, it was like he couldn’t help himself.
It was only a minute before his orgasm hit him as he moaned, and that was another first. He’d come on camera before, but never hard enough to paint his chest with it.
Aiden came with him, spilling over his fingers, his vision blacking out at the edges, but he forced his eyes to stay open and locked on the screen.
He wanted to lick the come off Zayn’s skin, to follow its path up to his neck, to sink his teeth in, to bite, to claim. To see if Zayn would come even harder on a real knot. His canines ached with the urge to do just that.
Zayn hung there, panting, eyelids pressed shut. He hadn’t lied. It was a solid minute of him clearly out of it, his hips still making the occasional aborted movement.
Finally, he blinked back to reality. “Sorry. Got carried away again. Guess I didn’t reach level ten after all. But let’s try out this other feature.”
His fingers left smudges of come on the remote as he pressed the button to make it ejaculate. He moaned—a satisfied, husky sound that had Aiden’s dick trying desperately to get hard again.
“Ooh, nice. You can feel it. Multiple spurts, and the dildo pulses with each one. Yeah. If you’ve never had someone come in you, this is the next best thing.” He breathed in, then sighed. “I kind of want to keep this in me longer, but let’s deflate it.”
Well fuck. All Aiden could imagine was them lying together, tied together, his arms wrapped around Zayn, waiting for him to recover, then grinding into him and making him come again. Keeping him filled and sated for as long as he wanted.
Zayn hit the down arrow twice to deflate the knot to level six, and the fake come began to leak out onto the toy’s balls. “Ah. I’m already missing the fullness. The instructions said they recommend trying to pull it out when it’s half-inflated for the total ‘Richard Knotz experience,’ whatever that means. But let’s give that a try, and let’s get you some ASMR as I do.”
He grabbed the mic that had been out of frame and lowered it.
“Okay, here goes. Back to level five.”
There was a slick pop and a squelch as he lifted off the toy. Fake come gushed out of Zayn, leaving him messy and stretched, his legs shaky, just like Richard Knotz left all his co-stars in his knotting scenes.
“Oh, that’s… Fuck. That was more than the average load, but I can’t say I didn’t like it.”
Zayn glanced down and laughed at the absolute mess that was his chair, then grinned sheepishly. “We’ll have to end it here today. I’ve got some serious cleanup to do. But, final rating? Five stars. Honestly, five doesn’t seem to be enough for Mr. Knotz. I highly recommend the ride he’ll give you. He’s going into heavy rotation for me. Let me know if you want me to give reaching level ten another go.”
Waving one sticky hand, he leaned forward and turned the camera off with his other. The last frames showed him bringing his fingers up to lick them clean, the video cutting off right before he slipped them into his mouth.
Aiden groaned and flopped back onto his bed.
That had been the hottest review Zayn had ever filmed. It was somehow exactly what Aiden had been afraid of and also exactly what he’d wanted to see.
Fine, not exactly . There wouldn’t be any screens or cameras involved in his ideal scenario.
He’d be lying if he said he’d never been curious to know what Zayn would think of MateHub’s merchandise. Part of him wondered if he’d ordered the toy for Zayn in a fugue state, but he hadn’t. He wasn’t that big of a masochist.
If this review were posted, everyone in the comments would agree they wanted a follow-up video of him trying to get to level ten. They’d offer him their firstborn, grovel at his feet, bend over and let him ream their ass—whatever he demanded.
Aiden wasn’t sure he could take a repeat, but he’d be right there with them.
He wasn’t going to be able to look Zayn in the eye after this. Sure, he’d watched all his reviews, but none had hit this close to home. He already fantasized about Zayn more than he should, but having the visual of him blissed out on a knot only added fuel to the fire.
As he lay on his bed in a state of post-nut shame and clarity, Aiden sighed, staring at the ceiling.
Humans were complicated. Even if he got his alpha’s permission to tell Zayn, how would he bring up the subject of being a wolf shifter to a human? Especially in a way that wouldn’t end with Zayn either thinking he was certifiable or running for the hills.
“Hey, roomie who I’ve been lusting after for years, want to know why I usually have a ‘family dinner’ on the full moon? Why your scent drives me crazy? Why, if my alpha would allow it, I could give you the real version of what you experienced with that toy?”
Not that it mattered; their time together was likely nearing an end. They’d applied to the same grad schools, but if they didn’t get into the same program, they’d be moving who-knew-where. Which left Aiden counting down the days until they didn’t have the excuse of university to keep them in each other’s orbit. Plus, he’d eventually need to return to his pack.
And no matter what his wolf told him, Zayn wasn’t part of it.
When he’d moved into the dorms, Aiden had brought a large blanket with him. It had been wrapped up tight in a box he’d kept tucked under his bed. Wolf shifters didn’t always react well to being away from their pack for extended periods, and the blanket had been in case his wolf needed their scent to help it settle into college life. He hadn’t taken it out once; Zayn’s scent in the air was all he needed for their dorm room to smell like home.
But he’d never let himself think he could have Zayn in reality. From a young age, it’d been drilled into him that they had to hide their existence. Humans would freak out if they discovered the supernatural. Wolf shifters never told humans about themselves—not without a valid reason. And as much as he respected his alpha, he doubted Grant would think ‘I’ve been fantasizing about biting and knotting Zayn since the first week of my freshman year’ would be considered valid. Though his wolf whined and protested the thought of not doing that.
He wanted to believe Zayn would be fine with it, but he couldn’t be sure, and he couldn’t take rejection over what he was. Not from Zayn. He’d rather have Zayn as a friend than have to call magical law enforcement to wipe his memories because he’d freaked out and was threatening to expose supernatural creatures to the world. He didn’t think Zayn would do that, but he’d heard stories about humans doing similar things before.
That was all logical and reasonable, but damn if he wasn’t thinking about showing Zayn some of the knotting videos on MateHub to see his reaction. Maybe he could pretend it was CGI or some kind of unique cock sleeve. But it was too risky.
Which brought him back to the real problem. No human should have MateHub merchandise. It was too dangerous. If this video got out, people would have questions.
He needed to do something about it. He just didn’t know what.