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“I always am.”
The consideration he showed me—and always did—carried me through my run in the pouring rain. We were at the beginning of an atmospheric river. The cabin was safe from the deluge of water, and chances were, the roadswould be fine—especially by the time we were ready to return to reality. Dinner at the restaurant in town on our final night was likely okay as well.
As my feet hit the pavement, I attempted to drive thoughts of Jack, hockey, and my mother from my mind. This was just me, my body, and the future I envisioned.
Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on one’s masochistic point of view—every scenario in the future involved Jack Showalter.
Fuck my life.
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 gettingfullyhard. 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 ofalmost.
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, buttoday, 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 suddenlyturn 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, evenas 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.
