Last night was the night. I surprised Cody. Took him out for dinner, kept things light, and when we got home—there was Jordan, waiting. Cody had only met him once before. I let him know tonight, he’d be learning something new.

Told him to strip. He hesitated, of course. Expected. So, I brought out the leather strap. That got the message across. Clothes off. Jordan enjoyed the show, but poor Cody—soft as could be. No problem. I’d had him take a little pill at dinner, thinking he’d be getting lucky. Well, he did.

Had him sit in the chair, bound him tight. Jordan got to work on his knees, using his mouth while I teased Cody’s nipples and laid in a few lashes. Eventually, he was rock hard. Slipped a ring on him, fresh condom, and let Jordan take control—giving him a lap dance he wouldn’t forget. Cody was so conflicted, but his body betrayed him. It felt good. And watching him struggle, try to resist, and then finally break—begging me to let him cum—that was the hottest part of all. When I finally allowed it? Perfection.

After, I released him, pulled him into my arms. Let him know I was pleased, that I really, really liked what happened. He needed that. And in the end? He was happy he made me happy.