Seb came home one day to see a box from GooZon. He brought it in. Cas was making dinner, and kissed him as he came in. "What's in the box?"
"A little something for us. Open it!" Cas smiled a sly knowing smile.
Seb opened the box. "Another strapon?" He sounded disappointed.
"You know Jeff Goozon, right?" Cas asked. "The cunted billionaire?" Seb reponded.
Jeff Goozon was a billionaire whose wife gave him Cunt Juice and Ecstacy in his wine, then brought in her sidepiece boyfriend, loaded up on Viagra. It was over in 15 minutes, and Goozon swore he would ruin her. He brought eyes on cunting men and, although not destigmafying it, swore he would address the needs of men who shared his condition.
"Not just any strapon. It fits around your clit, so you can feel the sensations on twelve different nerve points. When you fuck me, I'll feel it. And when I fuck you..."
Seb smiled a sly smile, and for the first time felt...not normal, but close to normal.
Seb took the pan off the burner, took Cas's hand, went to the box, and carried both to the bedroom. Let's try it out.
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