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There’s a little more than 2 weeks left in the summer before the start of their junior year when Nursey decides to shake things up a bit.
Dex is getting ready to head home after a long morning on the boat when he gets the text.
Nursey: A package just got delivered to your house. Open it in private. Read the whole letter. Think it over. And then call me.
Dex isn’t sure what to expect, but sure enough when he gets home there’s a brown box sitting on his front porch with his name on it. He makes himself a quick lunch and sits at the kitchen counter, staring at the box while he’s eating.
Technically he’s alone in the house, so it could be considered private. He could open it now. But he doesn’t think this is what Nursey meant, so he decides to finish eating before taking the box down to his room in the basement to open it.
Dex strips to his briefs since his clothes smell like being on the boat and turns his attention to the box. He slices the packing tape carefully and opens the box to find a bunch of tissue paper and a letter on top. Nursey said to read the whole letter, so he picks that up and sits on his bed to read it.
My dearest Will,
By now, we’ve got a little more than two weeks left until we see each other. I miss you so much, and I’m counting down the days until I get to hold you in my arms again. The other day, I was in a store and I saw these and thought of you. I’ve been so deprived of your touch and my imagination started going wild with possibilities.
So I have a proposition for you. A request, almost. Please feel free to reject my proposition without hesitation if you aren’t interested. But also please give it some thought. I think this would be a lot of fun.
Dex’s curiosity is getting the better of him. He puts the letter down for a moment and pulls the box towards him. Inside of the tissue paper, he finds three carefully wrapped presents. They aren’t in boxes, so it takes him all of three seconds to realize why Nursey wanted him to open this in private.
He unwraps the three butt plugs and carefully lays them on his bed in order from smallest to largest. He sets the two fairly large bottles of lube next to them. He takes a deep breath and picks the letter back up.
My proposition is this: Let me have control.
Should you accept, I have some rules I want you to follow.
1. You are not to orgasm again until my hand is on you.
2. You will edge yourself daily. I will tell you when and for how long.
3. You will wear these plugs on a daily basis. You may decide what time of day you wear them, but you will follow the schedule I have included as far as which plug and for how long.
4. Unless I tell you otherwise, you are required to move around while you’re wearing the plug. No sitting on the couch or laying in your bed while you’re wearing it.
5. You will send me photographic proof of both your edging sessions and when you are wearing your plugs.
Dex can feel his skin on fire. He’s sure he’s probably as red as a tomato right now. This certainly is something he’s never tried before, and should be outside of his comfort zone. And yet…he’s wildly turned on at the thought of following Nursey’s demands.
I want you to think this over, Will. Take your time and decide if you want to agree or not. I don’t want you to say yes to it just because I want this to happen. I’m more than okay with you saying no. And if, at any point during the next two weeks, you decide you don’t want to do this anymore, that’s fine too.
Should you decide that you don’t want to accept my proposition, I want you to call me and tell me right away.
Should you decide that you will accept my proposition, I want you to get yourself hard, finger yourself open, and slip the smallest plug into yourself. Today is day one, so you will be wearing it for ten minutes.
After it’s in comfortably, I want you to call me.
I love you so much, Will. And either way, I can’t wait to see you again.
Love,
Derek
Dex flips to the second page of the letter and finds a schedule of the next sixteen days. He notices the gradual building from small to medium to large, as well as the duration growing larger each day as well. Nursey has really thought this through.
He sets the letter down and picks up the smallest plug, leaning back against his headboard and turning it over in his hand.
This is out of his comfort zone, that’s for sure. He’s given control over to Nursey a few times, but only for small amounts of time and for very little things. And Nursey has always been right there, taking care of him.
And yet. Something about this entire proposition is turning him on like crazy. He imagines what the next sixteen days could be like, under Nursey’s direction. Edging at Nursey’s beck and call, wearing the plugs—wearing them in public. He wonders if he’s capable of doing it.
But Dex isn’t one to back down from a challenge. He knows he could do it. The question is, does he want to?
Dex knows the answer, and before he can think too much more about it, he pushes his underwear to the bottom of the bed and uncaps the lube.
It’s easy to get himself hard. If he’s being honest, he’s been getting hard since he started reading the very beginning of Nursey’s letter. It’s also easy to get two fingers into himself. They just had phone sex last night, and Dex is still a little loose since he had been fingering himself. That, combined with the fact that the first plug is fairly small, makes it quick work to get him to the point where he can easily slip it in.
He sets a timer on his phone for ten minutes and sits for a moment, thinking about how it feels. The plug isn’t super invasive. It’s small enough that it leaves him with a small stretch, without feeling like he’s super full or uncomfortable. He takes a deep breath and reaches for his phone charger.
But as he reaches, he gasps. The plug is curved exactly to nudge his prostate when he moves. And shit, is that a feeling. He wraps a hand around himself and lets it nudge against his prostate again.
To hell with it, he doesn’t need to charge his phone right now anyway.
He pulls up his texts with Nursey instead, and hits call.
“Hey, baby,” Nursey says sweetly.
“Hey,” Dex gasps out.
“Oh,” Nursey says with a sharp intake of breath. Dex can hear the soft click of a door being shut on the other end. “Are you…do you have it in?"
“Yes,” Dex admits. Nursey breathes out in a rush. “It isn’t that big, but it’s—”
“It’s curved, yeah,” Nursey says.
“It feels good.”
They’re quiet for a moment, then Nursey speaks again. But this time, he sounds a lot more confident in what he’s saying.
“Will, are you accepting my proposition?” he asks. “Are you giving me control?”
“Yes,” Dex breathes out immediately. Nursey moans a bit.
“Good,” he says. “You have a timer set?”
“Yes.”
“We’re going to start now, okay baby? I’m going to hang up and I want you to edge yourself for the rest of the time on the timer. Then, you’ll take it out and take a shower. You’ll wash your hair and then edge yourself again for the entirety of two songs on your Spotify. Then, you’ll turn the water to ice cold and wash your body. Remember, baby, you are not allowed to come until my hand is on you. After your shower, you may move on with your day as normal. Does this sound okay?”
Dex takes a breath.
“Yeah,” he says. “That sounds okay.”
“Good,” Nursey says, and Dex can hear the pleased smile on his face. “Oh, and Dexey? Dont’ forget about rule number five.”