Nathaniel
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LANDON FREEZES, SO STILLyou’d think he was possessed. But as I drop my gaze, I see his dick softening at an incredible speed.
“What?” he whispers.
“Go on. Call and ask yourbest friendin what way he touched my boss’s son, how he made him cry so prettily.”
I reach into the bag on the other side of the counter, pulling the metal contraption from within and bringing it between us.
Landon isn’t paying attention; his eyes are dazed, locked onto the bed as he shakes slightly.
“Are you saying… has Julie already… What?” he sputters quietly.
I release his hair, grabbing the lube.
A revelation seems to be happening inside of Landon, and even though his cock is soft, he doesn’t seem sad. Or angry. In fact, as he stares at the mattress across the room, he almost seems relieved.
As if, after all of this time pining and longing, he finally has a reason to let go.
I make quiet work of sliding the metal base ring of the contraption over his balls, tugging his soft length through it right after.
Landon finally comes around, his body tensing as his eyes snap to my hands. “Hey! What the fuck isthat?”
His hands come down to yank at mine, but I’m stronger. Faster. The bars of the tube have already been lubed, and after pouring some more onto his shaft, I shove my fingers through the open end of the metal and pinch the tip of his dick, pulling it through.
“Nathaniel!” Landon screeches, clawing at my hand.
“Nate,” I spit back, letting the cage rest in its natural position so that I can hook it to the ring under his balls. “You call meNate.”
I slide the small lock into place, clicking it shut. Then I pull my hands away.
Landon’s thick, soft shaft is tightly secured to his balls with an open space at the tip in case he needs to piss.
“Is this… is this a fuckingchastity cage?”Landon nearly screams, his own hands hovering in the air as he looks down at his trapped package.
“Good eye,” I say calmly, taking a step back and out of swinging range in case he gets brave. “Bought it after seeing that fuckwad leave your condo this morning.”
But as Landon’s gaze meets mine, I nearly groan, losing my calm façade. His eyes are panicky, his bottom lip trembling as he stares.
“T-take it off,” he whispers, and it has no power to it, but I know damn well he’ll try that at any second.
I pull the tie from my back pocket, wrapping it over his mouth quickly and knotting it behind his head.
“None of that,” I tell him, clicking my tongue gently. “You’re in trouble, Landon. You’ve been very, very bad. You need to be taught a lesson.”
Landon’s eyes narrow, and if I could see his mouth, I just know he’d be frowning.
He looks so good like this—completely at my mercy as he trembles where he stands. I’m obsessed with the view, with how his cock looks so obscene trapped in that tiny little space.
“I can’t have you swinging that dick around so carelessly,” I tell him, and I’m suddenly grateful that he isn’t able to ask why. If I’m honest, I don’t know. “And because you insisted on being late, on being such a brat, I think you deserve an even heavier punishment.”
Landon makes a muffled noise, and I can’t tell if it’s a curse or a question, but I speak anyway. “I’m going to fuck an orgasm out of you, and it’s going to feel liketorture.”
His eyes widen, and my own cock jumps at the sight of his fear. His lust and anticipation.
And I might be mean and demanding and a tad controlling, but I’m notevil. Not like him. So I add, “Two smacks and we stop. You can smack me, the bed, or anything you want. If you do so, I’ll take it all off of you and not touch you again.”
