Chapter 21
JACK
The cock cage was a new experience. I’d read about chastity devices, and I’d been curious about them, but I’d never tried one.
Now my dick was firmly encased in a series of metal rings, the toy was vibrating in my ass, and I…
God, I was climbing the damn walls. Anticipation of everything Devon would do to me when he got back.
Horniness because I hadn’t gotten off since the morning I left for Tofino.
The toy thrumming right against my prostate.
I couldn’t help getting hard, and the cage was just tight enough to keep me from getting fully hard.
The counterpressure wasn’t painful per se, but it was maddening.
I needed to let my hard-on come to life, and I needed some friction, but all I had was this tense, frustrating sensation of almost.
Almost hard.
Almost getting what I needed.
Just… almost.
The porno on the giant screen wasn’t helping.
Right now, the camera was laser-focused on one guy’s dick slamming into another’s hole.
Penetration shots had always made me hot, but today, it was a visual manifestation of what I needed.
The onscreen top was huge—easily nine-plus inches with enormous girth.
How the bottom could take him that hard, I had no idea.
I loved being railed into the mattress, but there was such thing as too big.
Devon wasn’t too big. Bigger than the toy driving me to distraction right then, but not comically huge like the man on the screen.
Devon’s cock was a little longer and a little thicker than mine; perfectly average, and the perfect fit whether he was stretching my lips, pushing my gag reflex, or pounding my ass until I couldn’t think.
Any bigger and he wouldn’t have been able to do the amazing things he did to me.
The onscreen bottom whimpered. He sounded like he was getting close, and the top picked up speed, plowing into him like he might somehow get even deeper.
The pressure against the cage intensified. I fidgeted a little, which only made the toy in my ass move just right to make me moan.
I closed my eyes and breathed, willing myself to stay still and calm down as much as I could. That was easier said than done, and it wasn’t even because the bottom’s whimpering had crescendoed to that helpless, choked sound of a man ready to lose it.
Devon and I had only fucked the one time.
That first night, back when we only knew each other’s first names and hadn’t given a second thought to why we were both conveniently staying in the same hotel.
Just watching him roll on the condom had made my mouth water, and I’d had no idea what an incredible ride I was in for.
Well, I’d had some idea. When he’d ordered me to my knees… forced his dick between my lips… pulled my hair so hard it hurt… slapped my ass…
There’d been no universe in which things would suddenly turn boring once he’d pushed into my hole.
I just hadn’t known how incredible it would be.
How far he could drive me past the level of bliss where I absolutely should have come, keeping me begging for release and somehow still climbing higher, before he’d growled, “Come, Jack,” in my ear, and I was genuinely surprised I hadn’t passed out.
“Fuuuck,” I whispered over the sound of the onscreen top urging his bottom to come.
I let my eyes flutter open. The guys were now visible from a wider angle, the bottom nearly sobbing as he pumped himself and the other guy fucked him.
The third man was watching, stroking his own dick and growling encouragement to both of them.
The cage seemed to tighten. I again fidgeted, which again made the toy prod just right in my ass.
A groan escaped my lips. I wanted to touch myself like the men onscreen were.
I wanted to be fucked into oblivion like that bottom.
I could barely stand what that toy was doing to me, but I needed Devon to pull it out and replace it with his dick.
Come on, Devon.
Please come back.
Please, please, Sir…
I had no idea how long his runs usually were. Or how long he intended this one to be. Maybe he’d take the scenic route just to fuck with me.
My gaze slid to the key he’d left on the table. It lay there, its stainless-steel finish flickering with the blurry reflection of the porno.
There was a fleeting temptation to use it. To free myself, let my dick get as hard as it desperately needed to be, and get that friction and release I needed so, so badly while the toy continued stretching my hole and buzzing against my prostate.
Only fleeting, though.
Even as the onscreen bottom cried out, even as the top withdrew and shot cum all over the man’s sweaty, tattooed back, I knew I wouldn’t use the key. Fear of punishment didn’t factor in—I just couldn’t face Devon knowing I’d disobeyed him.
I couldn’t disappoint him.
I closed my eyes and pushed out a breath through my nose.
I’d please him.
There’d be a reward eventually. One that soothed this growing restlessness. This almost.
But more than anything, I wouldn’t disappoint him. I’d do what I was told, and his approval—
Fucking hell, just thinking about that probably could’ve sent me over the edge hands-free if the cage didn’t have me in such a chokehold.
“Come on, Devon,” I murmured over the slapping and moaning as the men onscreen had started screwing again. I didn’t even know or care what configuration they were in. The only sex I cared about was what I’d hopefully be having with Devon sooner than later.
My phone pinged with a text tone. It took a second for me to focus enough to figure out what that meant and what I should do about it.
Ignore it?
No, it could be Devon.
Or worse, it could be someone from the Grizzlies.
God, please, don’t make me text the GM with my dick in a cage and a toy in my ass.
They’d understand if I didn’t answer right away. A lot of the guys were on vacation right now. So I didn’t have to check the message, never mind answer it.
But… it could be Devon.
My phone was also on the end table, which I couldn’t reach without leaning to one side. I groaned at the thought of what that would do to the toy. How the stimulation would drive me higher and make my dick try again to get harder.
The phone pinged again.
If it was Devon, he wouldn’t be pleased that I’d ignored him.
Holding my breath, I carefully leaned to my left. The stimulation was almost too much, but nothing was keeping me from checking that message.
Good thing, too.
Devon
How are you doing?
I laughed, the sound coming out a bit high and a little drunk. I was a mess, that was how I was doing. And maybe that was what he wanted to know. I went with the simplest, honest answer.
I need you.
But are you okay? The key is there if you need it.
I’m okay. I just need you. Please, Sir.
I could almost see the relieved but wicked grin on his lips. He’d genuinely wanted to know if I was all right, and now that he knew… Fuck. I was in for it, wasn’t I?
I left a pair of clamps by your phone. Put them on your nipples and send me a picture.
I looked at the end table, and sure enough, he’d left an evil-looking pair of alligator clamps beside where my phone had been charging.
“Fucking Christ,” I muttered. “Seriously?” Just leaning toward the table again was going to kill me. Putting those on too?
My phone pinged again.
Put them on, Jack.
How did he know I hadn’t yet? Or that I wasn’t putting them on right then?
I peered around the room. Had he put up a camera? No. He wouldn’t film me without my consent. He probably just knew I was staring at them and wondering how I was going to survive this.
And even though I didn’t want to move because holy fuck, I didn’t want to agitate the toy again, a moment’s discomfort was better than Devon’s disappointment.
I grabbed the clamps off the table. When my vision had cleared, I carefully put one on my nipple.
“Oh my God,” I whined. The pain was intense, and it didn’t let up. On its own, it would’ve been amazing. Coupled with the cage and the toy—I genuinely didn’t think I could handle any more.
But I wanted to. I wanted to know just how deep I could get lost in sensation, even if this restless almost feeling threatened to drive me insane.
I held my breath and put on the second clamp, closing it as slowly as I had the first one.
Then I let my head fall back and I stared up at the ceiling as the room spun around me.
I had never simultaneously loved and hated something so intensely.
This was torture, and it was thrilling, and it was too much, and I wanted to beg for more.
As I gathered my senses and found my equilibrium amidst all the chaotic overstimulation, I found my phone, which I’d dropped on the couch beside me. It took a few tries, but I managed to get a photo that was clear enough.
I sent it to Devon.
Then I sat there, trying to stay as still as humanly possible while my brain and body adapted to this maelstrom of pain, pleasure, and a miserable, blissful combination of the two.
It wasn’t lost on me that all the toys Devon had brought could bring me so, so much more. This was only the tip of the kinky iceberg of torture we’d be exploring over the next few days.
The cage got even tighter.
I swallowed, then just tried to breathe. Tried to calm myself down. And of course, every breath moved my chest, which was just enough to remind my body that, hey, there were vicious little teeth digging into each nipple.
My phone pinged.
I had to find it again. I didn’t even remember putting it down or dropping it, but somehow it had landed beside me on the sheet-covered cushion. It took two tries to enter my passcode. When the screen finally unlocked, I opened my text app.
Devon had responded with a photo of the front of his pants, which were quite obviously tenting.
Going to need a minute to calm down. Can’t run like this.
Goddammit. That meant longer without him. Longer in this cage. Longer in this awful, heady state of almost.