Slut 'R' us

The artist that shops for his muse (2)

The storage room was right next to the break room, but at least this one was soundproofed, so he wouldn’t hear sounds coming from the other room. Maybe, he wasn’t sure. Eddie pushed the door in and fumbled for the light switch, brightening the room up.

He looked around the small room, the shelves were filled with boxes of products that were running out, while the new ones that had just been restocked or arrived were splayed over the floor. Eddie should really organize the room sometimes.

“Sorry, um, it might take a while,” Eddie said, pushing a giant box with the word ‘dildos’ written on it to the corner of the room to make way for them both inside the room. There was a chair, at least, just so they could check them without breaking their backs. Eddie sat on the floor most of the time.

“I don’t mind, it’s all right,” Henry answered him, pushing his hands into the pocket of his pants, and Eddie looked away, focusing on finding the right handcuffs. So Henry could fuck his muse. He had a muse.

Eddie stopped before the shelf with the word “cuffs” labeled on them, standing on his tiptoes to rummage through the first box. “Would you like me to help, Eddie?”

“No! No, please,” Eddie said, looking over his shoulder to smile at the older guy before he turned back to look for the cuffs. “Just, um, sit down or something. I’ll find it faster, don’t worry.”

The first box didn’t have it, nor did the second, and Eddie was tired of tiptoeing because the shelf was so damn tall, but he kept going. Because Henry was still watching him from behind, quiet, he
could barely hear his breathing.

“Finally!” Eddie blew out a breath of relief, grabbing the handcuffs from the box and spinning on his heels to show Henry. The older guy had a gentle smile on his face, seemingly thrilled that
Eddie found it too. “I think this is the last one.”

“I’m glad there’s one left,” he said, eyeing the handcuffs in Eddie’s hand.
“This is a really good one, like you said, leather, and the straps are adjustable. The material isn’t uncomfortable on the skin either.” Eddie brushed his hands over the buckles, looking up at Henry
as he swallowed. “Um, do you…do you need me to put it on?”

Henry’s lips curled up, he nodded. “If you don’t mind,” he said, “I’d like to see how it looks around your wrists.”

There were no problems with that, nothing at all, Henry just wanted him to try a pair of handcuffs, that was all. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried a collar, a blindfold, and a spreader bar for him already.

Like a slut, which was really fitting for the name of the shop.

“Sure, it’s—it’s fine.” He put on a smile. “But, um, I think you’ll have to help me put this on this time.”

Henry took the handcuffs from Eddie’s hand, looking at them carefully before he met Eddie’s eyes.

“I’d love to.”

He took the strap from the buckle, his movement slow and a bit clumsy, and Eddie almost wanted to help him.
“So, well, your muse will put both of his wrists through the cuffs, like this,” he said, sliding his hands over the cuffs as Henry loosened the strap for him. “And you’ll have to help him too.”

Henry nodded at him. “I see,” he said, hooking the strap over the buckle, “like this?”

“Yes, yeah, keep going,” Eddie said, as Henry pushed the prong through a punch hole. “Yeah, that’s good.”

Henry moved to tighten the strap of the other cuff, his fingers brushing over Eddie’s skin, and it made Eddie feel slightly nervous. He had never done anything like this and it didn't lead to sex. “And now you can do whatever you want to him.” Eddie tugged a bit at the handcuffs, finding himself very much restrained now.