Page 17 of Bet On It

“It will be when you realize I have jizz all over my chest.” Ty drove that point home by rubbing his chest up and down Spencer’s crisp, clean shirt. “Hope that wasn’t a favorite.”

“Shit!”

“Uh, uh, you’re not going anywhere now.” Pulling him back down, Ty kissed him again. “Not until you tell me how to get this thing out of my ass.”

Spencer laughed. “Very gently.” He kissed him again before getting up and leaving the room.

After removing the plug as suggested—the condom making it easier than he thought it would be—Ty got up, feeling a slight pain in his ass. “Oh, this is going to be a fun day,” he said to himself as he slowly walked to the bathroom.

Later that day, Ty was deciding what to buy for dinner when Spencer walked into the kitchen. He slid his hand across Ty’s lower back as he passed to get to the fridge. The affectionate touch felt so natural and comforting, bringing a smile to Ty’s face.

“Don’t forget I’m going to my parents’ soon for dinner.” Spencer pulled a Snapple from the fridge and leaned against the counter. “You wanna come with?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Anxiety washed over him.

“Ty, no one is going to know.” Spencer sounded a little hurt by Ty’s reaction.

“It’s not that, Spence. I know what goes on here, stays here. I’m just afraid they’ll still see something is different. Your parents know me as well as my own. Are we ready for those questions yet?” He looked intently at Spencer, hoping he was making sense. “Do we even have answers for those questions yet?”

“I guess not.” Spencer’s disappointment seemed to calm down some. “I get it, I do.” Spencer walked over to Ty. “Want me to bring you back some leftovers?”

Ty breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for avoiding an argument. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Come back to my room. I have an idea to keep you thinking of me.” Spencer had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Why does that worry me?” Ty laughed as he followed Spencer across the house.

“You’ll love it.” Spencer led them both into the bedroom and patted the mattress, signaling Ty to lie down.

If it was anything like the surprise this morning, Ty knew he would more than love it. He positioned himself in the center of the mattress on his back, waiting for Spencer’s next move. When Spencer started to untie the loincloth, Ty could feel his heart rate accelerate. Slowly, Spencer slid the cloth away, leaving Ty naked, waiting, wanting.

Spencer removed his own shirt and stalked around the end of the bed, never taking his eyes off Ty. Now on the right side of the bed by Ty’s head, Spencer grabbed his hand and pulled it up toward the corner of the mattress. Ty felt something wrap around his wrist and started to look up.

“Nope…eyes closed.” Spencer’s powerful command felt like it pulsed through Ty’s veins.

Closing his eyes, Ty was aware of something silky being tied around his wrist. His senses were on alert, knowing he was being tied to the bed. Spencer lightly trailed his fingers down Ty’s body, circling his fingertips over his balls, then all the way down to his foot. Feeling his leg being pulled out, Ty started to get nervous as the silk was wrapped around his ankle and the bed.

“Spencer…what are you—”

“Quiet. No talking.” The authority in Spencer’s voice sent vibrations to Ty’s anxious cock.

Walking over to the other side, Spencer pulled Ty’s other leg out and bound that one too. Finally, he trailed those teasing fingers back up the left side of Ty’s body, reaching for his left hand and finished restraining Ty to the bed.

“I could definitely get used to this. You...tied to my bed...” Spencer slid his fingertip over Ty’s left nipple, circling and pinching the tiny bud.

“Fuck,” Ty moaned out, writhing under Spencer’s touch.

“Can’t stop me from touching anywhere I want to.” Spencer’s finger went lower, dipping into Ty’s belly button. “You can’t control anything I do to you.” Tormenting him, Spencer slipped his fingers into the patch of hair so achingly close to heaven.

Ty twisted his hips, trying to get those fingers to stop the torture and go for the gold. “Spencer, please,” he begged, not entirely sure what he was even begging for. He just needed more.

“Please, what?” Spencer leaned over Ty’s groin, blowing heated breath onto his throbbing cock. He snaked his tongue out, barely touching the tip.

“Please, Sir…I…just…you...” Ty couldn’t form words as he pumped his hips, trying to get closer to Spencer’s mouth.

“You’re not making sense, Ty. Maybe you need to eat.” Spencer licked him again, spreading his tongue on his shaft. “Come to think of it, I’m pretty hungry myself.”

“Uh huh,” was the only reply Ty could muster, wishing Spencer would devour him right now.

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