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He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, opened it, and applied it liberally to Butch’s cock and balls before squeezing a small amount inside the cage. The base was a heavy ring, and Sol slid it over Butch’s shaft and balls, taking his time, working at a slow and steady pace, easing each testicle through one at a time and bending his flaccid dick downward to get it through. At last it sat snugly against his body.
“Okay so far?”
Butch managed a nod, and Sol arched his eyebrows. “It’s fine,” Butch told him.
Sol guided his cock into the cage, lining up the locking pins with the holes on the base ring and sliding the cage toward his body until it was in the correct position. Then he aligned the device, hooking the padlock through and clicking the locking pin into place.
“Does that feel okay?” Sol asked.
“Yeah. Weird, but okay.”
“Almost done.”
Butch’s eyebrows shot up. “There’s more?”
Sol placed the key in his hand. “Only one thing. This opens the padlock.”
Butch rolled his eyes. “I just saw you lock it, soduh.”
Sol held his hand out. “And now you give it to me.”
His heart pounded, something Butch hadn’t expected. His hand shook a little as he handed over the key. “And when does it come off?”
“When I say so.”
Okay, this was heady as fuck. Then a horrible thought occurred.
“You… you’re not gonna try and turn me on while I’m wearing this, are you?”
Sol widened his eyes. “Would I do something so evil?”
Butch let out a loud snort. “Never play poker, Sol.”
“And now we’ll talk.”
There was one thing about wearing the cock cage—it concentrated the mind wonderfully.
Chapter 49
Tuesday, September 27
Sol kept his eyes closed, enjoying Butch’s warmth, the feel of his skin against Sol’s, the smell of him, a mixture of soap that lingered from their shower, and underneath it Butch’s raw, musky scent that had Sol burying his face in Butch’s neck, breathing him in, stroking his chest, feeling the beat of his heart.
They’d talked for hours, Butch asking questions, Sol answering them, and by the time his eyelids had grown heavy, Sol had a better idea of what made Butch tick. He was obviously still figuring it all out, but one thing was clear—Butch was a submissive.
He has so much potential.
Except that wasn’t what drew him to Butch and he knew it.
“Morning.” Butch rolled over and snuggled against his chest, and Sol was blown away by the sweetness and intimacy of the embrace.
He feels so good in my arms.
“Morning.”
“What you got planned for today?”
“Nothing so far. I think the other guests want to enjoy their surroundings. There was some talk about riding out with one of the hands to see where the cattle are grazing.”
