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His grin was diabolical as he pulled the leash harder, and I had no choice but to follow my family jewels off the bed.

“You’ll come with me.”

At that, Tristan reached over for one of the cock cages and some lube I suspected he’d grabbed earlier from the night stand then pulled me off the bed by my dick, leading me toward the front staircase.

Following him was a little awkward, but goddamn was my dick hard as we descended the stairs. I was thankful I kept the heat up in winter as I was paraded around my own home by my dick. As we walked, I couldn’t help but picture it full of people just watching Tristan take me in hand, showing my naked body off. My dick was impossibly hard at the thought of that humiliation.

Eventually, we ended up in the kitchen. We could’ve taken the back stairs to come directly here, but I suspected Tristan wanted to torture me just that much longer. But I wasn’t sure why we were here until Tristan directed me to the hard wooden table under the curved windows that stretched overhead and had me sit on the edge of it. He set the box holding the cage he’d grabbed next to my hip.

Then he walked toward the refrigerator, and my heart nearly stopped. Was he doing what I thought he was doing? Surely not.

My stomach was tied up in knots as I watched him open the freezer door, reach into my ice maker, and fill a kitchen towel with ice. Then he closed everything up and brought the towel over to me.

Setting the ice on the table, he hurriedly undid the leash and removed it, freeing my still-hard dick. The dick I suspected would not be hard for long.

Anticipation and nerves surged inside me as Tristan opened the box for the cage, pulling out each piece carefully and inspecting it, smoothing his fingers over the inside to make sure it had no flaws. It was brand new, never used, so he should find everything in order. But there was no way it would fit on my dick now—I was even harder than I had been upstairs.

Everything in me clenched as he reached for the ice.

“We can’t very well get you in this cage if you’re hard, can we?” Tris asked almost playfully. He lifted the icy towel in front of my eyes, which widened impossibly large at the sight. “That’s what this is for. And no touching.”

He pressed the icy towel against my cock, and after the second it took for the cold to register, I screamed. “Holy fucking shit, that’s freezing!”

Tris rolled his eyes at me and just pressed harder. I clenched my fists against my thighs to stop myself from grabbing his wrists and pulling him off me. I didn’t want to know what other torture he’d put me through if I tried. “Of course, it’s freezing, silly. It quite literally came from the freezer. We have to get you back down to your normal size so we can fit you in the cage. Since you’re not allowed to come, I figured I would help you out. Generous of me, right?”

I just clenched my teeth and glared at him.

“It hurts, doesn’t it, baby?”

I nodded, breathing hard as the ice worked to make my dick retreat. Shit, this was worse than the cramping. This was worse than almost anything.

Much more slowly than I would’ve liked, I felt my balls start to shrivel up under the icy cold, and my dick followed suit. I felt like Tristan had dunked my cock and balls in an ice bath, and I fucking hated it. I never wanted to do this again.

But even as I gritted through the pain, I never considered using my safeword. This was pure, agonizing torture, but I was enduring it for him. I wanted to be tested, pushed to my limits to see how much I could take. Edging myself, overstimulating myself after an orgasm was fun, but I’d always wondered how it would feel if the control was out of my hands.

Horrible. Painful. Wonderful.

Tristan lifted the ice—fucking finally—to see my dick had fully deflated. Not only that, but it was trying to climb back inside me. Sorry, big guy. I’ll make it up to you sometime. Probably not today, though.

Okay, I was talking to my dick. That ice had fucked with my brain.

“Good boy,” Tristan offered, and at the words, my entire body started to relax. My hands unclenched, and I flexed them over and over again to regain proper blood flow as Tris reached for the cage.

He assembled the ring and pins deftly, liked he’d done this before. Given his partnership with Heavenly Toys—where I’d purchased all my cages and most of my other toys—I suspected he had. He applied a bit of lube to the silicone ring then slipped it over my balls, one at a time, before sliding my soft length in as well. I cringed at the slight discomfort, but I knew more would be coming. Except me, I thought. Ha!

My brain really was fried.

After the ring was on, he pulled out the body of the cage, coating it lightly with lube as well before quickly and clinically guiding my shaft into its length. I studied it as he did in an attempt to not get hard at his touch.

The silicone surface was soft as it caressed my length, and small openings were cut into both sides with a larger one at the tip. I’d purchased it in a dark royal blue, but I found myself wishing I’d bought it in pink. Given Tris’s love of the color, I thought that might please him more.

Once he’d slipped the cage into place, he easily lined up the pins, threaded a wire cable through the holes on each of the pins, and slid the lock into place.

And my dick was officially in a cage.

“There!” Tris exclaimed, sounding much too proud of himself. “Much better. Now I can play with you without having to worry if you’ll come.”

I wanted to grumble as he drew his eyes up to meet mine, but instead, I smiled softly. “Thank you, Sir.”