Page 15 of Bet On It

The look on Spencer’s face was worth every second Ty had just spent in this bathroom with him. It was a look of someone who was sated and thoroughly pleased, his chest still heaving from Ty’s first performance.

“I’m impressed; you certainly passed that test. I may even find it in my heart to reward you.” Spencer walked around Ty and left the bathroom to go into his own room.

Ty looked at himself in the mirror, and the magnitude of what he’d just done rushed through him. He tried to find an ounce of regret or shame in it and was amazed that he saw neither. All his reflection showed was a painfully aroused man, eager to take the next step.

Ty walked into his bedroom, surprised to find another box on his bed. He heard Spencer come up behind him and started to perspire.

“Forgot to mention, I got you something else.” He was now standing so close that Ty could feel the heat from his skin before Spencer pressed his bare chest against Ty’s back.

Spencer slowly walked around him and sat on the edge of Ty’s bed, handing him the box. With trembling hands, Ty took the lid off of it. Inside was an odd-shaped, bright blue object, only a few inches long. It had a rounded end then became narrow in the center before the other end came back out wide on either side. He looked at Spencer, confusion clear on his face.

“It’s a butt plug.” Spencer’s smile lit up his face, obviously proud of where he was now taking this. “I expect you to wear it to bed tonight. I figured, since you were being such a smart ass, I’d give you something to plug it up.” He winked and Ty’s mind was racing.

“See, as your punishment, I was going to make you go to bed just like that.” He pointed to Ty’s hard cock. “And I wasn’t going to let you come until morning, with this little baby making you absolutely crazy,” he said, referring to the plug Ty now held in his hand. “But after the good job you did in the bathroom, I figure you redeemed yourself.”

“So, you’re not going to make me wear this?” A combination of relief and disappointment washed over him.

“Oh, no, you’re going to wear it”—Oh my God—“but like I said, I’m going to reward you first. Instead of going to bed with an erection as solid as this one,” Spencer said, running one fingertip down the length of Ty’s cock, making him inhale sharply, “I’m gonna let you take care of it first…while I watch.”

The room suddenly seemed smaller. Ty had never jacked off in front of anyone before. You’ve never let another guy fuck the hell out of your mouth before either, so does it really matter now? The growing ache in Ty’s cock told him to sit down, shut up, and stroke that fucking thing until it sang.

Spencer stood up and took a seat in the chair over in the corner. Ty untied the loincloth, pulled back the covers, and lay down naked in the center of his bed. His heart was pounding in his chest, but Spencer’s eyes on him had him so turned on he didn’t care about anything else.

This part he knew. He’d jerked off countless times since he’d hit puberty. Ty squeezed some lube into his right hand and began the familiar stroke of his throbbing cock. It wasn’t going to take him long after everything else he’d already done tonight. Ty closed his eyes, riding out the sensation of warmth moving up and down his shaft.

“Look at me,” Spencer demanded.

Jesus. The command had Ty’s body singing as his eyes shot open, focusing on Spencer as heat began to build. Perspiration dripped down Spencer’s left temple; he was just as turned on as Ty. Spencer held his eyes as he slowly unzipped his own jeans. Ty didn’t know where to look anymore. He wanted to listen to the orders, to keep eye contact with Spencer—but man did he want to watch as Spencer pulled his cock out. A moment of weakness had him glancing down, watching as Spencer slowly stroked his own cock.

“Eyes, Ty.”

Ty’s eyes shot back up to Spencer’s as Spencer licked his own palm then began stroking his dick again. Ty had never wanted to come so badly in his entire life. Heart racing, hand pumping, eyes locked on Spencer’s—but there was a voice inside him saying he needed something more. He held Spencer’s gaze…waiting…listening…

“You can come.”

There it is… Ty released a deep sigh then cried out as spurts of white shot up and landed on his stomach and chest. It dripped down his hand as he squeezed every last drop out of the red slit.

Spencer released his own sigh as his body tensed, and Ty watched in awe as his best friend came, his body trembling. Shit, that had been intense. Ty grabbed a T-shirt from the end of his bed and cleaned up then tossed it to Spencer.

“Now, time to plug up,” Spencer added. “But I don’t think it’ll be something you can do on your own; at least, not the first time. Do you have any condoms?”

“Wait, are we gonna…?” Ty had alluded to them eventually fucking when they were in the bathroom earlier, but now…

“No, it’s for the plug…to make it easier to remove it in the morning.”

Oh. So, he’s serious. I’m wearing this all night.

They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and a rush a warmth surrounded Ty as Spencer, again, studied him as if to see if he was taking things too far. In silent answer, Ty reached a shaking hand over to his nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. When he leaned back against his pillows, Spencer stood and moved over to the end of the bed, pausing before he took each of Ty’s ankles, and…

Holy shit, is he…? He sure the hell is…

Ty could feel his entire body flush as Spencer moved his legs apart, propping each foot up on the bed, exposing Ty to him as he sat on the mattress. A nervous laugh was making its way up—because, what the fuck were they doing?—but when Spencer put some lube on his fingers, and circled them around Ty’s hole, the laugh died in his throat and all logical thought flew out the fucking window. He gripped the sheets when, after a few swipes around his hole, Spencer started to push one finger in. “Fuck.”

“What color?” Spencer asked.

“Huh?”

Spencer stopped moving his finger, but he didn’t remove it. “Do you remember all your safewords, Ty?”

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