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Dax’s eyebrows shot up. “I don’t know what that means, but I do not like the sound of it.”

Beau just smiled and walked to the closet, reaching to the top shelf where he kept a surprise he’d purchased a few weeks prior, never knowing if he’d actually use it or not.

“What… are you doing?” Dax’s voice was full of trepidation.

Beau kept his back turned while he opened the packaging, working the contraption free of the plastic before he turned around with a sadistic smile on his face.

Dax’s jaw about dropped to the floor. “W-when did you get that?” he stuttered, his gaze glued to the swirled metal cock cage Beau held in his hands.

“Oh, I’ve had it for a while,” Beau answered with a wink. “Probably since right after you told me you’d be interested in trying one out.”

Dax swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple constricting in his narrow throat. “I thought you said we were going to dinner.”

“We will be.” Beau crossed the room, closing the space between them, and knelt at Dax’s feet. “But you’ll be wearing this.”

Producing a key from his fist, he used it to open the tiny golden padlock that was affixed to the top of the cage.

“I… um…” Dax gulped again, wordlessly obeying, as Beau tapped on his inner thigh, cueing him to widen his stance. “You said this was an exercise in balance… how?”

“It’s simple,” Beau explained as he opened the cage, and secured it around Dax’s now half-limp cock. “This is the ultimate submission for you, knowing your sexy little cock is locked up in a cage. It will turn you on, which will, in turn, make you uncomfortable as your cock strains against the thick metal, and you’ll think of me, knowing you are owned, and that your orgasms are mine. Between that and what I imagine is an immensely sore ass, I don’t think there will be any chance of you forgetting that you belong to Daddy.”

Dax’s pupils constricted, darkening with arousal. “Where’s the balance come in?” he rasped, though Beau could tell from the tone in his voice that he already knew.

“Because while you are all caged up and aching beneath your clothes, you will be playing your Daddy role to a tee. You will take care of Tessa’s every need at dinner and dote on her fully. If she acts up, you will be the one to correct her. And you will do it while painfully aware of your position in this trio.” He adjusted the cage, gave it a twist to ensure that it was on properly, and clicked the lock into place, palming the key. “Do you understand me, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Dax stared down at his caged cock his eyes wide and full of wonder.

“Good.” Beau pulled himself to his feet. “Get dressed for dinner.”

Tessa

Day Three. Their last dinner together before what felt like a long-awaited playdate tomorrow.

So far their meals together had been just that. Meals. In a crowded cafeteria, there was really no room for shenanigans aside from food fights, and she didn’t want to do that again. Once had been enough.

They’d eaten together at every meal since Jilly had introduced them and she was running out of things to ask. It felt like all her questions had been answered; she was confident she wanted to move forward into a relationship with them, and she was ready to get this show on the road. They, on the other hand, seemed to be content to move at the speed of molasses.

Three days wasn’t actually slow of course; it just seemed like all her friends and even her sister had moved faster once they’d met their potential Daddies. And Tessa was not by nature a patient sort. She was excited to have two smokin’ hot Daddies of her very own and she wanted to make it official, but she understood that a trio took more balance and negotiating and acclimating than a regular two-person couple.

Still, she was practically bouncing when she arrived at the dining hall for dinner that evening.

Her face fell when she looked around the room and didn’t see them. They always beat her there. She wasn’t even sure what to do if she beat them there. So far it had never happened. Frowning, she got into the food line with her friends, mentally fretting because her Daddies usually went through the line with her, held her plate, dished up her food and made sure she ate a balanced meal.

She was standing in line, mentally obsessing about whether or not she was doing the right thing or not when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Whirling around, her body sagged with relief when she saw them standing behind her.

“Daddies!” she cried, even though it still felt weird saying out loud sometimes. “You’re here!”

“Yes, little one. We’re here. Sorry we’re late.” Beau’s dimpled smile erased her anxious feelings.

“I’ll take that.” Dax whisked the plate from her hands before grabbing one for himself. “What’s on the menu tonight?”

Tessa wrinkled her nose. “Chicken pot pie, green beans and salad.”

Dax chuckled. “Not your favorite, huh?”

“It’s okay. It’s just not as good as mac n’ cheese or chicken nuggets or pizza.”