Chapter Twenty Two

Tears ran down Ivan's cheeks. It feels amazing to feel Shawn's mouth on his penis. His tongue, teeth, and lips gripping, sucking, nibbling, and massaging him. His testicles are full, crying for release. The tip of his penis is weeping more and more precum as Shawn licks him, massages his testicles, strokes his anus, and hits his prostate.

Shawn can feel Ivan getting close. This isn't the time for Ivan to orgasm yet. He needs to be penetrated before experiencing release. As Shawn removes his mouth from Ivan's penis and leaves the bed, Ivan's eyelids flutter open in curiosity. Observing Shawn's movements, he watches as Shawn ventures into the walk-in closet and returns with an object that leaves him speechless.

He had never been involved in something like this before, and the thought of doing it for the first time with no one other than Shawn makes his heart pound loudly in his chest and his throat dry.

In Shawn's possession are two handcuffs and a scarf. Ivan meets his gaze, which burn