Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

squeezing in supportive, silent question. It tipped Adam over the edge.
    “I want you to punish me for more than just being a bad boyfriend,” he blurted.
    As soon as he said the words, he promptly flipped out: it wasn’t a full-on panic attack, but the hard, clean space just before one. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and began to babble, first apologizing for asking, then apologizing for apologizing. When Denver said nothing, Adam went rigid, very sure he’d done something wrong but too scattered to figure out what exactly that was.
    Denver drove them to his place in silence, and once they were there, he took Adam straight to the playroom. Adam felt a lot less nervous once he was naked and kneeling with his feet tied to his wrists and a tight criss-cross of leather straps binding the rest of him in place—there was so much freedom, he’d found, in being tied up. He could move just enough to keep his knees from going to sleep, and that was it—but that was easy, because he was, as usual, suspended between some sturdy metal piping that made a frame. Today Denver took his time trussing Adam, not just tying him but gagging him too. He also had a three-inch tapered plug up his ass.
    Gags and plugs had become a frequent and beloved part of Adam’s life. The gag part was something he would never have considered pre-Denver. The plugs weren’t a surprise at all. Adam had been born a bottom, and before Denver he’d spent a few nights jacking off with plugs up his butt, “forgetting” to take them out until his morning shower. Now he often put them in on command from a text from Denver, wearing them all day to remind himself that later Denver would be removing the plug and plunging his cock into him instead. Some of them had cock rings and steel balls that tortured his perineum all day and threatened to let everyone see him walking around with an erection. Some of them vibrated. Some of them were so thick they made him gape. Plugs were fucking hot.
    Gags, though, were new, almost scary territory. Denver had a lot of gags. Penis gags that pressed varying sizes of silicone cock into Adam’s throat while Denver did what he liked to him. Inflatable gags that began on the same principle but extended back further and further into his mouth, threatening to cut off his air.
    Jesus, but Adam got hard just thinking about those.
    Today Adam was modeling a new gag, and this one was in fact new, because he’d just watched Denver take it out of the box, strained against his bonds as Denver prepped it for him, washing it in a little basin with soap on the floor between the two of them. The gag made Adam hard, but the washing made him sappy. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t have trusted Denver to wash it. It was that Denver knew that both the opening—seeing it was brand new and just for him—and the washing happening in front of him—seeing that it was clean and sanitary and safe—would be important to Adam, that he would take pleasure from both acts.
    Denver had winked at him as he dried off the gag. “You know I’ll always take care of you, boy.”
    Then he’d put the gag in Adam’s mouth, strapping it in tight behind his head.
    This gag, Denver had told him, was called an “open mouth gag” because it was mostly a silicone ring and leather straps designed to hold Adam’s mouth open. They’d looked at a lot of gags together, in the sex shop in Tucker Springs and in online catalogs. Some of them were hot, but some of them were scary. Like the spider mouth gags that had weird spikes around the ring. This one didn’t have spikes because Denver knew Adam wouldn’t like those. They’d spent a lot of time talking about what kind of gags Adam would and wouldn’t like. Denver always took so much time to make sure Adam liked his toys and felt safe with them. They’d looked at this one before, but Denver had always smiled and shook his head when Adam suggested it. Adam was a little confused as to why he’d received it now, but he was excited, almost enough to purr. Of course, with the gag in his mouth, it came out as more of a gurgle.
    “Say cheese,” Denver said, prompting Adam to look up just in time for the flash.
    Adam squirmed against his ropes, breathing hard through his nose and open mouth at the same time, so conscious of his gag as he waited for Denver to show him the picture he’d taken on his phone. When he saw it, he whimpered.
    Laughing, Denver ruffled his hair. “You want me to send it to