“Yes. But if that’s not your thing, we—”
Rylan cut him off. “No! I mean, I’d love that. I think. My dick is getting hard.”
Brett burst out laughing and that made Rylan chuckle along with him. As they pulled into the hotel parking garage, Brett asked, “You’ve been thinking about activities you’d like to try?” Rylan squirmed and reached down to rub his hardening cock. At once Brett reached over and smacked his hand lightly. “You know the rules, I touch, you don’t.” He switched off the car.
Rylan stifled a small whimper and mumbled, “Sorry, sir.” He took a deep breath and went on, “What I can’t stop thinking about is how my plug feels inside me. I loved it and I’d love to know what it’ll feel like with the plug, your paddle, and being tied up.”