Page 121 of Dickathlon

“Well, we won’t know if we don’t try,” Declan said as he slid off the couch.

I watched in awe as the most beautiful man on Earth extended his tongue towards my tight sac. With his first lick, I shivered. It felt good, but different. The balls were stretched, pushed to the side of the main ring. With a few more teasing licks, my dick had already expanded enough to press against the confines of the cage.

“It’s gettin’ bigger.”

“Declan Moore, master of the obvious,” I teased.

His mouth moved to engulf the entire cage. I hissed at the sensation. Fuck, he’s good.

I was fairly certain I was as hard as the cage would allow. The entire apparatus was pulling away from my body, stuck out at a flamboyant angle.

“I thought the idea of the cage was so that I wouldn’t tempt you with sex. I’m not sure your tongue slobbering on my dick really helps us towards that goal.”

"So you want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that. I'm just looking out for you. If you can nibble on my dick and not give yourself blue balls in the process, more power to ya."

Declan's tongue stopped. "Ugh, you have a point."

We both glanced down to his tented sweats.

"I thought so."

"I can't help it. Your dick looks hot in that thing."

"Well, maybe I don't wear-"

"No! We're trying it. The alternative is that I don't see you until the weekend and I don't want that."

Well, fuck, I didn't want that either.

"Right. Got it. Pants-less snuggling is fine,” I relented. “We'll fuck on Fridays. Scheduled sex could be hot."

"You don't sound so sure."

"Hey, I'm willing to try whatever if it helps you succeed on the track."

"Thanks, Ty." Declan pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.

With our latest sexual experiment, it was clear I'd probably do anything for him. Even with access to my dick restricted, I couldn’t be happier that we were together. I often thought about the day we bumped into each other on the beach. I owed Pierce big time for convincing me to go with him.

“I was kind of hoping you would be used to the cage before the season really heats up.”

“Oh yeah?”

Declan nuzzled me, pushing my hair back. “Well, it’s hot, but I also think it works. I feel like I’m faster on days we don’t fool around.”

“We can get scientific about it if you want.”

“I think I have enough evidence, but whatever you want, Ty.”

“Nah, I trust you.”

We sat in silence for a minute. Declan had turned the TV to one of those weekly highlights shows on ESPN.

“Do you want me to sleep with it on?”

“I was thinking you’d wear it all week until I took it off.”