Tethered Master Trent (MxM...xM?) | Random Updates

13. I'm Sorry?

It's lunch time and I indulge in thoughts about Dan and Xander. Possible scenes that the three of us could enjoy roll at the forefront of my mind as I peel a banana, sitting at my desk. The leftovers from the salad I have just enjoyed litter my desk, but I delay cleaning up. After I'm done with the banana, I tell myself.

My erection pushes uncomfortable inside my pants so I fidget in my chair and turn it so that my feet can rest up on the window sill beside me, while I'm staring at the city view, not really interested in it at all. The only picture I can see at this time is Xander's dick wrapped up in rope. To that I add Dan's pretty member, also hard and tied. Then I realize I could use a crossing hitch to link the two together, and then another one on the rope between them to work as a leash.

I take a bite from the banana.

In my mind, I'm pulling on the leash and my Pretty Boy and Puppet follow me around to undefined places. My playroom. My bedroom. My living room.

Once I take a seat on the sofa, I tug on the leash and both of them kneel between my legs. They make out with each other, but not for too long, because I want them making out with my dick instead.

A knock startles me out of that sweet fantasy. I abruptly retract my legs from the window sill and turn in my chair to face the door just as it's opening.

Erik.

I hide my lower body under the desk.

"Are you done with lunch?" he asks.

"Yes, almost," I say and wave the banana a tad before taking another bite.

I stare at the pretty silver ring as Erik's fingers run lightly over his bearded chin. Somehow he makes it into the lingering sexual fantasies in my mind and now Erik's between Xander and Dan, his member also tied and linked to the other two. I'm left wondering if all three of them would have enough room between my legs.

"How about dinner?" Erik cuts right to the chase as always.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I scoff the question and of course, speak Dutch for fear that any of the Junior Accountants sitting only feet away from my door would hear this.

What's up with Erik asking me out? Twice in the span of two weeks?

"We don't have to call it anything. I only want to talk." Erik approaches and leans the side of his thigh against my desk.

Since Erik's crotch is only inches away from my face, I'm so hard and throbbing that I instantly imagine a very hostile take over, not of the financial type, but with a lot of groans and heavy breathing involved. I'm dying to have Erik beg me for his release. I'm too horny for my own good right now.

"Would you believe me if I told you that your timing is awful. I have another date tonight," I force myself to say as casually as possible. And then try to take a bite from the banana, but Erik snatches it out of my hand.

He speaks with the fruit close to his face as if he's about to taste it, "The same man as last week?"

I watch Erik take the banana into his mouth, biting and smirking as he chews.

"Yeah. It's the same guy." And his boyfriend. But why muddle the waters trying to explain a situation that I don't fully understand myself?

"Vanilla?" he asks and perks a brow.

My head slowly shakes as I press my lips together.

"I see."

Do you, Erik? I wonder. My gaze aimlessly roams over the disorder on my desk.