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“Come for me, Owen.”
I’d barely gotten the words out before hot bursts of Owen’s cum splashed against my stomach, even my chest. I shifted my weight and took him into my hand, drawing every drop out of his balls until he went from begging to come to begging tonotcome.
Only then did I collapse, half on him and half on the bed, shivering as he reached for me and started to draw mindless shapes and swirls over the small of my back. My cock was still inside of him, pulsing in time with the frenetic beat of my heart, and I sighed, content to rest in him and on him until our breathing returned to normal.
“Did you mean it?” he asked me a while later, fingers working their way from my spine into the short hairs at the base of my neck.
“I’ve meant everything I’ve ever said to you,” I promised. “But what part are you asking about?”
“About it not mattering that I don’t make as much money as you.”
“Money isn’t anything. It’s just extra.” I pressed my palm against the center of his chest, spreading my fingers so I could feel his heartbeat in every point of contact. “This is what matters. This is what it’s all for.”
“And the orgasms,” he added weakly, bumping me with his shoulder to push my weight off of him.
I rolled onto my back and searched for his hand, grabbing it and bringing it to my mouth where I kissed his knuckles.
“And the orgasms,” I agreed. “Definitely those too.
EPILOGUE
OWEN
Three monthsI’d been living in California and I’d had more orgasms in the last ninety days than I had the last ten years of my life. Sometimes I wondered if Archie’s master plan involved keeping my balls so empty and my cock so tender that I’d never even have the energy to think about moving back to Brixton. I didn’t want to tell him it didn’t matter—sated or starving, he was it for me and I wasn’t ever going to go back to a life without him.
But as I found myself in his kitchen…ourkitchen, rather, with my soft cock on day two of being imprisoned in the tight confines of a black plastic chastity cage, I debated my own dedication to staying with him forever. Two days wasn’t a long run, by any stretch of the imagination, but Archie had been doing everything within his power to keep me as turned on as possible for every second that had passed since he latched the small lock into place.
Saturday had been fine, all fun and games as my dick pressed at its cage, making me grunt and grimace in pain as I found myself unable to get anywhere close to hard. Saturday night, Archie had kept waking me up, with his fingers slick with lube and teasing at my asshole until I was humping against him like a man desperate for penetration. He’d give me a finger, then two, then he’d feign a yawn, roll over, and go back to sleep.
I’d woken up at two in the morning to the soft shaking of the bed and the furious jerks of Archie’s arm beside me.
“Are you awake?” he’d whispered, hand flying up and down his length with enough lube to make it loud and wet.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he rasped, back bowing off the bed. “I’m coming, Owen. Oh, shit.”
Archie trailed off as he spent all over his stomach, and I rolled onto mine with a needy moan. I didn’t bother trying to quiet my frustration as I rutted my hips into the sheets, trying to chase out any sort of friction that could bring me off. It was nowhere near enough, the cage keeping me small and soft, the locking ring mechanism at the base strangling my balls and keeping my orgasm at bay.
“Please let me come,” I whined.
Archie mounted me and, for one fleeting second, I thought he was taking pity on me. Instead, he used his sticky fingers to fuck his cum into my ass, then he turned over again and went back to sleep.
Sunday morning rolled around, and Archie had gotten up before me, serving me coffee and toast in bed. He’d teased his finger over the exposed slit of my dick while I ate, and I worried there’d be permanent marks left on my shaft once he finally took mercy and let me out of the cage. My cock had never felt so desperate to get hard as it had since he’d locked it up, and my body had never felt the urge to offer him anything and everything under the sun to get me there.
“Can I come now?” I’d asked softly after finishing my coffee.
Archie took the empty mug with a smile and dusted his lips across mine in the barest tease of a kiss. “Not yet, Owen,” he said.
Climbing off the bed, Archie took the mug and plate into the kitchen and I followed behind, not bothering to get dressed. The cage had me feeling covered and exposed all at the same time, and I joined Archie at the sink, glaring at his hand as he shoved it into the mug to wipe it clean.
“When?” I asked.
“Later today,” he said.
“When later?”
Archie chuckled and turned, cupping his palm over my imprisoned dick. His skin was warm and wet from the dishes, a little soapy.
