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“Did you receive Tristen’s box?” he asked.

Stunned that he knew about the box, I nodded. Were they in on this together?

“Good. I trust you know how to put everything on.”

Fuck me, did he want to put the cock ring on me? I wouldn’t necessarily decline if he offered.

I nodded again and said, “I watched some videos on how to do it.”

Joel grinned until he showed his teeth. He nodded and said, “Good boy. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

When Joel left, I sat on the bench. I wiped my face off with the end of the towel. Fuck, I felt like I’d almost died of shock, dodged a treadmill death, and nearly slipped in the locker room all before breakfast.

8

CASH

Istood at the foot of the bed and stared at my clothes for the day … and that thing. I pulled up one of the videos that I’d watched earlier on how to put it on. I didn’t want to risk putting it on wrong and then being uncomfortable all day. I watched the video a couple of times before I felt confident that I knew what I was doing. I put my balls through the lower silicone circle and then my shaft through the top circle, which was already getting firm.

Once I got it on, I strutted over to the full-length mirror to check myself out.

“Not bad.” I went back to the bed, put on the jockstrap, and then headed back to the mirror. I stared in shock at the massive bulge that this cock ring had created.

“Holy fucking shit!” I ran my fingers over my jockstrap clad dick as it stretched the fabric. This was wild looking, and I didn’t hate it.

I put my shorts on next, and again found myself looking in the mirror. Damn, I looked fucking good. I pulled on the T-shirt Tristen had sent, stepped into my deck shoes, and went back to the mirror and stared at myself.

I stared.

And stared.

And stared some more.

Who the fuck am I?

I no longer saw Cashman Jameson the fifth.

I no longer saw my parents’ youngest son who'd failed them.

I no longer saw the dropout law student.

I smirked as my eyes settled on the obvious large package in my shorts.

And I sure as fuck no longer saw someone unsure of his clothes. I felt good in what I was wearing. I felt comfortable and even more sure of myself than I’d ever been.

With assurance beaming off my body, I picked up my sketchbook and pencils and headed to breakfast.

At the restaurant I was greeted and shown to a table for two. I guessed it was in case someone wanted to join me in passing. It would be nice, but I wasn’t expecting it. I’d love to have breakfast with Tristen or Joel, of both of them. But I knew they were hosting this party and I couldn’t be greedy.

I set my sketchbook and pencils on the table at the place setting that wouldn’t be used and went to help myself at the buffet. My heart started to pound when I saw Monty was walking around with a plate. I really felt as though I should apologize for staring at him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to pick him up.

When he turned, he saw me and smiled. Before I could stop myself, I found that my feet were taking me in his direction. He saw me coming and waited for me with a gentle smile and maybe a little nervousness mixed in.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi, Cash.”

“I wanted to apologize for this morning if it seemed awkward. I didn’t mean anything by staring.” I paused for a moment while another guest walked by with his plate. “It’s just you’re so incredibly fit and have amazing lines. And I kept thinking how nice you’d be to sketch. And I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You’re very easy on the eyes.”