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Fuck, that hurt, more than he’d imagined it would. He didn’twantanother guide—he wanted Sol. Okay, so Sol had to leave. He had a life in San Francisco. Butch got that.But he could always come back, right? We could make it a regular thing, couldn’t we?
He could boil everything down to one question that made his heart ache.
Is this all I get?
Because if this was it, he was determined to get as much out of their time together as possible. A vague hope stirred inside him.
Spending time with Sol could have an unforeseen consequence.
He might change his mind.
Yes, Sol would leave—Butch knew that was a given—but there was a greater chance he’d return if there was a stronger connection between them.
A bond neither of them wanted to break.
It was a plan. Not a great one, but at least it was something.
Butch took a deep breath. “That website I looked at… the one from Toby’s club? I saw a list. Is that what you’re talking about?”
Sol nodded, smiling. “I could show you a list. We could talk about the activities, and you could tell me which ones interest you.”
“Sure. Let’s do that.” He glanced at the cock cage, and realized his dick was limp.
The prospect of losing Sol killed his libido stone-dead.
Butch unfastened his jeans and shoved them to his knees. “Better do it now, while you’ve got the chance. We can talk once you’ve got me all trussed up.”
“Not so fast. Talk first, cage later.”
Butch sat, not bothering to pull up his jeans. “You’re gonna lock my dick in a cage. What else do I need to know?”
“How long it can be worn generally and how it will feel? Howyouwill feel?”
He stilled. “Howwillit feel?”
“A little strange at first. After a few hours, it might feel a little uncomfortable, especially if you get a boner. You can urinate with it on—you just can’t come.” Sol smiled. “Except that can happen. One time a Dom held a vibrator against the cage, andoh my God, that was intense.”
He blinked. “You’ve worn one?”
Sol smiled. “Of course. I never ask a sub to do something I haven’t experienced firsthand.” He squeezed Butch’s shoulder. “As for how you will feel, mentally and emotionally it can be a bit of a rollercoaster. You’re handing over control of your sexual desires.” Sol tilted his head. “Still want to do it?”
Butch nodded. “Will it hurt when you put it on?”
“Only if the process gets you all excited. But to be honest, that just makes it difficult to attach it.”
“And when does it come off?”
Sol shrugged. “Experienced subs can last for weeks, even months with care taken over hygiene. Itcanbe removed at night, or alternated with an on-off approach over nights—”
Butch figured his face told a story all on its own because Sol buried a smile, or tried to at least. “I saidexperiencedsubs. With you? I’d say a few hours to see if you can tolerate it. But I’d be here the whole time, watching for signs that you can’t, you know, like bad circulation. If everything’s okay, it comes off when I say so.” Sol cupped his cheek. “Unless you call a stop yourself because you simply change your mind.”
Butch breathed a little easier. “I can do that?”
“Of course. That happens, okay? Sometimes you’ll like the look of something, try it, and find it’s not for you.” Sol smiled. “That’s when you learn handing over control is a borrowed gift, one you can take back at any time.” His smile faded. “And if the Dom shows no signs of handing control back to you, you resist headbutting the bastard, you get out of there, and you don’t let him use the word Dom around you ever again.” Sol narrowed his gaze. “Because he won’t ever be one, not inmyeyes at any rate.”
Butch didn’t want to think about another Dom. “Let’s do this.” He looked Sol in the eye. “This is me giving consent, okay?”
Sol kissed him on the lips. “Understood.”
