Page 11 of Taurus

4. ZANDER

I had two bedrooms. One room was for sleeping, and the other room was for fun. Alongside my kitchen and bathroom, they were the only rooms not crammed with boxes. And contrary to Sam, I wasn’t a hoarder. The boxes were full of materials for the costume shop I owned, or toys I’d bought for my second job.

We stood in front of the bedroom I kept for fun.

The bed was made with teddies and there was a camera on a tripod directed at it. “My part-time gig,” I told him.

“So you do make porn then?” he turned and asked. “Because earlier, I thought you were hinting to it.”

“I don’t make porn, I—”

“Make art?” he tried finishing my sentence for me.

“Some of it is art, artistic nudes shot on polaroid,” I said. “I sell them. But I have a subscription service, people subscribe, they watch me in the teddy head, and I usually fuck teddies.”

He gasped before smacking at my arm, nearly spilling his drink. “That is what I’ve seen. I saw a video of a guy fucking a teddy, and he had a teddy bear head like yours.”

“Because that was me, unless there’s someone out there doing what I’m doing,” I said, and it was possible, but when people did crop up, my rabid fans would spam them for being copycats. I didn’t condone it, but it was a nice ego stroke.

“This is where my voyeurism enjoys it, but—”

“I’m not asking you to do anything with me.” I walked into the room. “This is just where I come to—well, cum.”

“What I was gonna say is, I’m not going to show my face.”

I’d never collaborated with anyone for content, and I don’t think I was about to start. There were much larger conversations that had to happen beforehand. “You wanna be my teddy bear?” I asked, patting the bed. “I have multiple heads. You can try one.”

He sat beside me and sighed. “Listen,” he said, his hand on my inner thigh, trying to find my cock. “I like my ass being ate. The head doesn’t really allow that to happen. So, I—”

“I love eating ass. Earlier, it was kinda of my only regret. But I was getting off on the anonymity of it,” I told him. “You’ve seen my face now, so I’ll eat you ass. Just pull lay on the bed and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Slowly, Sam shook his head. There was a tipsy drunkenness in his shake, and a slur tiptoeing over his speech. “You—I—”

“Spit it out.”

“You like taking control.”

“So do you.”

We were in a staring standoff, looking into each other’s eyes.

“I’m a Dominant,” I told him. “I’m not going to take orders. I’ll take suggestions, but you’re not going to tell me what to do.”

Sam’s mouth opened and closed like he was imitating a fish. “You’re—you’re—” His grip on my inner thigh becoming harder. “You’re not gonna win. I always get what I want.”

I shrugged. “We want the same things. I want to eat ass, you want your ass eaten. You want me to pretend I didn’t tell you to get on the bed and I’d do the rest, then pretend.” I leaned in, my voice turning to a whisper in his ear. “But know that you’re the bottom, and the only control you get is that thing you do with your hole when you’re on top. You know what I’m talking about, right?”

He gulped, the click of it was sharp in his throat. “I think you’ll know who’s in control when it happens,” he said, turning to me. Our heads inches from each other.

I kissed him. “Me,” I said. “Remember whose waist your were wrapped around earlier.”

“That means nothing, I don’t think I could take your weight.”

I gently bit his lip. “So, you’re saying you’re weak?”

He stood and marched down the side of the bed, placing his glass on the table. “Is the camera running?”

“No, I told you weren’t doing that,” I said. “I’m not sharing this with the world just yet. Maybe when you realize I’m the one in charge.”