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  He didn’t release Fen immediately, either, holding him in place with his soft cock inside Fen’s mouth. “You bring the chastity cage, baby?”

  Fen whimpered, but mumbled, “Yeth, Thir,” around Joel’s cock.

  “Excellent.” He stroked Fen’s hair. “I’m thinking I need to dig that out and try squeezing you into it.”

  Another whimper. He haaaated the fucking chastity cage. But since Joel enjoyed using it on him sometimes, he wouldn’t safeword for it unless it was too much of the bad kind of painful for him to endure.

  “Was that a red, baby?”

  “No, Thir,” he mumbled.

  Joel laughed. “Doesn’t sound very enthusiastic.” He played with Fen’s hair. “I kind of like the idea of walking along the beach and knowing your cock is all locked up and can’t get completely hard over any of the cute guys we might see.”

  Fen sighed, resigned, knowing he’d be spending at least a little time locked up that weekend.

  Which…actually made him even harder thinking about it. Because it meant Joel wanted to do some hard-core playing while they were there.

  “I would be willing to trade,” Joel playfully offered.

  “Yeth, Thir?”

  Joel finally pulled his cock out of Fen’s mouth. “I’ll let you come now, and you won’t have to wear it on the beach, but you will put it on after our showers and wear it allll through dinner and however long we sit talking to Mads later. And then our play following dinner is Master’s choice.”

  Okay, that required some thought. Mads was kinky, knew they were kinky.

  He wouldn’t put it past his bestie to plan something along with Joel. Not that he thought Mads would get involved with their play, because, ew, like a sister to him.

  But she would absolutely play along to a certain extent to vicariously indulge in a little harmless sadism of her own, even though she was a submissive bottom when it came to kink.

  He looked up at Joel. “Master’s choice, huh?”

  Joel’s smile immediately faded. “You know I’ll never violate your hard limits, baby. If you don’t want to, just say so. It’s okay. I thought we’d have a little extra playtime this weekend, that’s all.”

  Fen leaned in and nuzzled Joel’s abs, kissing him. “I’ll take the trade, Sir.”

  Before he barely finished saying it, Joel had hauled him up onto the bed, on his side, since his hands were tied behind him, and swallowed Fen’s cock.

  Except…he wasn’t going to get Fen off fast. This was a slow tease that soon had Fen begging hard, trying to rock his hips against Joel for more traction—anything to be allowed to explode!

  Joel used the ropes to hold on and keep Fen securely in the position where Joel wanted him as he went down on him. The man’s hot, sweet mouth felt like velvet against his cock. Joel knew exactly where and how to lick, to suck, all the secret places to tease with the tip of his tongue for maximum effect.

  He knew his boy’s body as well as he knew his own.

  Just when Fen thought he’d have to offer more for a trade to be allowed to come, Joel changed positions. He stretched out on his side, facing Fen, their cocks pressed together. Joel was already fully hard again.

  He wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and, with Fen’s head nestled in the crook of Joel’s arm, Joel smiled down at him.

  “Come with me, baby.” He slanted his mouth over Fen’s for a crushing kiss that spun Fen right up to the edge as Joel started stroking both their cocks.

  Fen couldn’t keep his eyes open even though all he wanted to do was stare into Joel’s blue eyes and watch him come. He held back as long as he could, until he felt and heard Joel tip over the edge.

  Only then did he finally let go with a relieved grunt. Joel’s hand sped up, his grip growing tighter around them as they both came and cum slicked his hand as he jacked them.

  Finally, they lay there pressed together, still kissing, Joel’s grip slack around them. “Such a good boy,” Joel whispered, nuzzling his nose against Fen’s. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too.” Now all Fen wanted was a nap. But Joel had other ideas.

  After a moment to recover, he hauled Fen to his feet and got them both cleaned up so he could untie Fen.

  “Let’s go take that beach walk,” Joel said, grinning at him.

  Fen stared down at his limp cock. “At least you wrung one out of me right now.”

  “Only the first of many tonight, baby.”

  “Oh, boy.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Friday night’s dinner was amazing. Fen expected nothing less from Mads, who had a serious perfectionist streak in her. It made her great at her job.

  Apparently she was off the clock, too, because she wore a different sundress than earlier, no blazer, and had pulled her hair back into a playful ponytail.

  Meanwhile, Fen tried not to squirm too much against the confinement of the chastity cage locked around his cock and balls.

  Joel more than made it worth Fen’s while, though. After a moonlit walk along the beach, they returned to the room, where Joel made love to him until they both collapsed, exhausted, around midnight.

  Sleeping in the next morning was fantastic.

  Waking up to Joel going down on him was even better. He buried his hands in Joel’s hair and lifted his head to stare down at the man.

  Joel’s smile was visible even around Fen’s cock in his mouth. He waggled his eyebrows at him, making Fen laugh before Joel went deep and completely lost Fen in a sweet cycle of need and desire.

  This.

  Man.

  Not once had he ever regretted, not for a single second, getting together with Joel. Even though it required him fighting for his life against Johnny.

  Worth it.

  He’d do it all again in a heartbeat, too.

  It took a lot of begging for Joel to finally bring Fen over the edge and make him come. As Joel swallowed every hot drop of cum Fen pumped down his throat, a crystal clear thought pierced through Fen’s brain.

  He enjoys going down on me.

  Yeah, he’d known it before, but it never connected all the synapses in his brain like that until now.

  Tom, the man he’d been with before Joel, treated it more like…well, a treat. A reward.

  Joel was the first man who eagerly did it to Fen because he liked doing it. And it didn’t diminish his stature as his Master in Fen’s mind, either. Joel was still a very dominant Top, not a bottom.

  Joel crawled up the bed and kissed him, and Fen enjoying tasting himself on the man before pushing him onto his back so Fen could reciprocate.

  Because he definitely loved going down on Joel. Everything about it, from the sounds he made to the warm, sweet, musky scent of the man as Fen buried his nose between his thighs and happily sucked on him.

  It didn’t take him long to get Joel over, either, and then they cuddled.

  “This is great,” Fen softly said. “I love weekends with you.”

  Joel kissed his temple. “Next weekend, then we help Mom move the weekend after that. I expect we’ll have a few busy weekends once that happens. She’ll want us over all the time, at first.” His tone turned melancholy. “To make up for lost time.”

  “That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

  “Thank you, baby.”

  “For what?” He tipped his head back so he could look Joel in the eyes.

  “Thank you for doing what you did. You didn’t have to go with me to Alabama when Dad died. And you went above and beyond helping us out with family and everything. You took charge.”

  “Because I love you. Like hell was I going to let you go through that alone. Damn good thing I was there, too.” Fen smiled. “I had fun giving Johnny the first smackdown.”

  “You damn sure gave him his last one.” But he smiled.

  “Yeah, I did. No one ruins my special dinner with my Sir and threatens me like that.”

  After they both used the bathroom, Fen grabbed his phone and returned to bed while th
ey decided what was next on their agenda.

  When Fen responded to Mads’ text that they were finally awake, a few minutes later a knock sounded on their room door. Room service, with a perfect breakfast, including steaming hot Cuban coffee for Joel, and herbal hot tea for Fen.

  Along with a note:

  On the house. Enjoy! I’ll see you guys at lunch. ;) — M.

  As they sat on their balcony in their fluffy white robes and enjoyed the morning breeze off the water, Fen sighed. “She outdid herself.”

  “Yeah, she did.” He focused on Fen. “Did you notice the way she dodged your question last night about whether or not she’s dating?”

  “Yeah.” He popped another strawberry into his mouth. “Meaning she’s not. But she’s an adult. And she’s very…”

  “Scared?”

  “Not exactly the right word. Cautious. Plus, like me, she’s picky about some things. Could she probably find a guy on some dating website? Sure, but she wants someone who’s going to love her for who she is, not just because she’s trans. She’s not a fetish—she’s a woman with hopes and dreams and a damned good career. She deserves to have a relationship worthy of her. Someone who wants to be with her for her and who won’t leave her once the novelty’s worn off, or he’s finally satisfied his fantasies with her. I can’t fault her for that. I won’t fault her for that.”

  “I didn’t mean she should settle for less.”

  “Unfortunately, she had bad experiences on dating sites. Not college-level bad, but definitely not encouraging. She could have dozens of guys wanting to sleep with her. Not because of who she is, but because of her ‘factory-installed equipment’.” He used finger quotes around the phrase because it was always how Mads said it.

  “Besides, she doesn’t want to risk investing a ton of work into a guy just to have him blow her off—or blow up—when she reveals she’s trans. You see the size of this place. She works her ass off here and she’s happy doing what she does. I’m more concerned she keeps herself safe. The right guy will come along when she’s ready.”

  Joel reached over with his foot and stroked his toes up Fen’s leg. “You’re a good best friend, buddy,” he said. “She’s lucky she’s got you.”

  “Us,” he said. “You’re her bestie by default now, too.”

  “And happy to be here.”

  * * * *

  They spent some time on the beach, some time at the pool—more sexytime in their room—and then met Mads for lunch downstairs at the pool-side restaurant. Once they finished, and Mads had insisted on taking care of the tab—again—they stood in the shade and talked a little longer.

  “So what have you planned for us tonight?” Fen asked.

  She smiled and glanced at Joel.

  That’s when Fen knew.

  Whatever the plan was, she’d already cleared it with Joel.

  “Tapas to start with,” she said. “Little place a few blocks down that I absolutely love. After that, there’s a new brew pub three doors past there where we can get some flights of different choices on tap, since we’re walking. After that, there’s a dance club I’ve been hearing about a little farther down the beach, but I haven’t been there yet. It opened up about four months ago and has a great rep.”

  She did an adorable little shimmy. “I don’t like going to clubs by myself, and I figured what better night than with two guys who can keep me safe?”

  She wasn’t fooling Fen in the least, although he wouldn’t call her out in front of Joel.

  The sadness in her blue eyes. The loneliness there.

  She wasn’t taking care of herself emotionally. Not really.

  That meant wherever she wanted to take them tonight, he’d willingly go, if for no other reason than to make her smile.

  He grabbed her and started dancing with her, spinning her around and making both her and Joel laugh. “Gonna make me dance for my man, huh?”

  “Someone needs to make you shake it,” she teased. “You know how much I love to dance. I don’t get to do it enough.”

  Joel watched them together, a playful smile on his face. Thankfully, he wasn’t a jealous man.

  Fen hadn’t been with Tom long enough to introduce him to Mads, or even get into her full story with him. Tom had known about Mads being his bestie, and once he heard she was a woman, he didn’t give a shit beyond that. She’d been relegated to fag hag status, in his mind.

  But Tom had never expressed an interest in getting to know her as a friend, either, the way Joel had.

  Just more proof this man was the perfect man for him.

  She let go of him and turned to dance with Joel, who adorably almost tripped over his own feet as he tried to follow along. Her laughter rang out, clear and sweet, as she grabbed him to help steady him.

  “Fen’s the one with coordination,” Joel said. “Not me.”

  But Joel wasn’t doing half bad following Mads’ lead.

  “Did you invite anyone to come with tonight?” Fen asked, hoping she had.

  “No one to invite who’s available like that.” She tried to force a smile, and he wanted to call her on it right there, except he didn’t want to embarrass her. “Besides, I’m too busy working to have a relationship right now.”

  She glanced around and dropped her voice, stepping in close. “I finally got this place turning a profit again, which is the first time it’s been steadily in the black in years. You would not believe the amount of work I had to put into it. But over the past six months, it’s been more profitable than it has been in the past six years. Only took me two years to get it there, too.”

  “Good for you!” Fen hugged her. “That mean you can take a vacation now?”

  “Hey, I did take one, for your wedding. Doesn’t that count for something?” Her cell phone rang, interrupting them. “Sorry. I need to take that.” She stepped a few feet away as she answered. “Maddison Nance.”

  Fen leaned toward Joel. “What’s the surprise?”

  He grinned. “What surprise?”

  “Whatever surprise you have up your sleeves, Sir.”

  Joel’s handsome grin widened. “Baby, now why would you suspect something like that of me?”

  He poked Joel in the chest. “You don’t do coy well at all, Sir.”

  He pulled Fen in for a kiss. “You trust me?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Then let’s have fun tonight. That’s what we’re here to do. Besides, if it means anything, it was her idea, and I happily went along with it. It’s making her happy.”

  Darn. Well, there went his last possible objection to it. Joel would damn well know that, too.

  Apparently he did, because his smile widened as he watched Fen processing all of that.

  “It’s spooky how you can almost read my mind,” Fen said.

  He dropped Fen a wink. “Better get used to it now, baby, because I’ll be doing it for the rest of our lives together.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Joel suspected Fen might get a little aggravated at him when he realized how they’d set him up…but he was also hoping Fen wouldn’t be too upset.

  Mads had taken great pleasure in arranging this, and knew it would make her smile, if nothing else.

  That was good enough for Joel.

  Well, that, and the fact that Fen would look sexy as fuck dancing on stage. Joel had snuck a dance belt and the blue-and-green bottoms into the overnight bag when he’d taken his shower before leaving the house. Then he’d moved it upon their arrival, while Fen was in the bathroom, into a zipper pocket in one of the suitcases.

  And he’d left it out for Maddison to snag, using her master room key, while they’d been out walking on the beach earlier. Since it’d been gone upon their return, but they’d left the Do Not Disturb card on the door, he knew she’d grabbed it. She would put it in her purse to bring along tonight for Fen.

  After saying good-bye to Mads following lunch, the men left to explore a little around the hotel. There were quite a few stores nearby. Not t
hat they were doing much shopping, but it was fun to browse and window shop. Then there was an advanced level of people watching, including various performers along the beach side of A1A, music, tourists and locals—a great diversion and something they didn’t usually get to experience in their more sedate hometown of Sarasota.

  By the time they made it back to the hotel to get their shower before meeting Mads, Fen had tried to beg or trade the secret info about tonight’s plans out of Joel, but he held fast. They met Maddison in the lobby and she hooked arms with them as they walked.

  “Remember, tonight’s about fun.”

  “It’s fun to tell a bitch what’s going on,” Fen teased. “Just sayin’.”

  “You’ll find out soon enough.”

  Joel enjoyed their dinner, and Fen seemed to, as well. He acted relaxed and was having fun with Mads.

  At the brew pub, when Mads playfully coaxed Fen into tasting all of the choices she ordered, and a few of Joel’s, Joel realized she was lubing Fen up with alcohol without Fen even realizing it. The groupings of tiny servings would add up, though. And by the time they left the brew pub and headed for the dance club, Fen was giggling with Mads and definitely not feeling any pain.

  The dance club was attached to another resort, one older than where Mads worked, but it had an outside public entrance on the street. Fortunately, there was no line to get in. The dark interior was a mix of Art Deco and industrial, and it worked. Meanwhile, the DJ had the patrons dancing, and the bar was doing a brisk trade. As for the patrons, while it appeared there were some straight couples in attendance, the majority of the clientele seemed to be lesbians and gay men.

  There weren’t any places around Sarasota like this. Not large dance clubs where the other patrons wouldn’t look twice at two guys dancing together. Sarasota was still a small enough city that places like this didn’t exist there yet.

  The three of them had fun dancing, Joel stepping back and letting Fen and Mads do most of that. He was actually having more fun watching them together.