Page 18 of Atlas & Miles
Their smile turned professional but no less beautiful. “I’ll ask. Will it be a problem if we don’t?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. I should be able to replicate the color fairly easily. Joe’s good at that.”
Atlas cocked their head to one side. “Joe?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. He runs Stanley’s Hardware downtown.”
“Um, shouldn’t that be, uh, Stanley?”
I snickered. “That’s Joe’s last name.”
“Oh!” Atlas laughed again then let out a happy-sounding sigh. “Okay, I’ll let you get to it. Enjoy.”
I nodded. “I’ll give you a heads up when I’m heading out.”
Atlas sashayed away, their ass swaying so deliciously I wanted to drop to my knees and feast on it. But then they regrettably stepped out of sight, and my mood fell at the loss of their presence.
After I allowed myself a moment’s musing, I literally shook the feeling off. Then I squared my shoulders, headed outside to grab my supplies from my truck—I did, in fact, have everything I needed to get started—and got to work.
Chapter five
Atlas
I’d seen Miles every day for the last three days, and all the reasons we hadn’t gotten together in January were still relevant. So since nothing was going to happen with the guy I really wanted, what was a gay to do but take matters into their own hands?
Quite literally for the first two days, actually, but it was day three, and I was getting desperate. I needed to get dicked down andquick.
When I was looking for a good scene partner, maybe a boy to command and fuck—or, most commonly, command to fuck me—I used the Daddy’s Boy app. It never disappointed. But when I just needed a good railing, a simple hookup, I had another app I used.
That was the one I found myself tapping into tonight.
After swiping through duds for what was probably a full half hour, I finally found someone who sparked my interest. He appeared to be a big guy, covered in hair, and yeah, I could get down with that. He seemed like he could show me a good time and wreck my hole.
So I sent him a message.
He responded minutes later, and when I didn’t get any red or even pink flags from our chat, I set up a meet at a hotel half an hour from my house. No way was I showing him where I lived. I wasn’t born yesterday.
At first, everything was going swimmingly. The bear was sexy, he had a gorgeous dick, and he was into me with my makeup and femme clothing. And when he brought out a few items for us to play with, I barely batted an eye. I was no stranger to sexy toys, and I was down to try a lot of things.
Then he pulled out a metal cock cage.
Look, I’d been in a cage or two in my time. I even enjoyed them. They fit snugly, and I found it delightfully frustrating when I couldn’t get hard, ramping up my arousal tenfold. Although I was a Daddy, Ididlike to flirt with a little role reversal from time to time.
So when he pulled it out, I was down to try. I didn’t need my dick free to get fucked, after all. And besides, he’d shown me the keyandthe backup key he had for the built-in lock and everything.
The evening went downhill from there.
He fitted it on me, we’d started making out, he’d prepped my hole then slammed inside my ass, and when he could tell I was ramped up and ready to come, he pulled out the key and unlocked the cage.
Except that wasn’t what happened. Nope, the key ended up breaking off in the fucking lock.
And I freaked the fuck out. “Motherfucking shitballs!”
The well-endowed bear cursed and scrambled to pull out of me faster than a bat out of hell as I started screaming. The condom on his substantial cock started to hang limply as his dick shrunk until the rubber was barely hanging off the tip. The guy was a grower.
“Fuck! Get it off me!” I tugged and pulled at the cage, quickly realizing my error with a wince and a shout when it felt like I was trying to rip my own dick off. No way was I doing that again. “Goddammit!”
All the blood drained out of my poor partner’s face. “I can’t, baby, I’m so sorry! I don’t . . . I don’t know what to do! The key just fucking broke off!”
