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He went into the bathroom again and watched as Ben finished up. “All done?” he asked when Ben stared at him. Ben nodded. “Close your eyes.” When he had, Gareth flicked the switch on the shower to cold water, dousing Ben.
“Holy shit!” Ben shouted, getting out of the spray’s reach. “What was that for?”
“It did what I needed it to do. Come out and dry off.” Gareth grabbed a towel and held it out for Ben, helping to dry him when Ben shivered. He knelt in front of Ben, grabbed some Vaseline from the cupboard and spread it across Ben’s cock and balls. He had to work fast because if he spent too much time there, Ben’s cock would get hard again, and they’d have to do this all over again. He took the cage from his pocket and placed the ring over Ben’s cock, then he carefully fed his balls through the ring as well. When that was in place, Gareth slid Ben’s cock into the spiral cage. It was a good fit because Gareth already had an idea of which size Ben needed, but if it had been wrong, Gareth had several more in different sizes.
By the time Gareth pinched the ring and the cage together and locked it, Ben was panting and leaning his hands on Gareth’s shoulders for balance.
“Oh, my god!” Ben dropped his head forward and closed his eyes. “Why did I think this was a good thing?”
Gareth chuckled. “It is a good thing. It’ll keep you from misbehaving when I can’t be there to keep an eye on you. And it will remind you that you’re mine.” He stood abruptly, fusing their mouths and exploring every inch of Ben’s mouth while his caged cock pressed against Gareth’s groin. He pulled back and held up the key. “And this will be with me every minute of the day because you’ll never know when I will let you take it off and when I won’t. At least until you learn. Otherwise, you’ll be wearing it forever.”
“How can I go to work like this?” Ben said. “I’ll never be able to concentrate.”
Gareth grinned.
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Chapter 20
Ben
The cold shower should’ve been the first sign Ben’s day wasn’t going to go as planned. Gareth helped him to dress, but the cage was both wonderful and distracting. Or maybe wonderfully distracting. Or distractingly wonderful. Either way, Ben knew he wouldn’t be able to work as easily, but he had no choice. He had two meetings today, and he had to go through the calendar with Lindsay beforehand. He doubted anyone would get much sense out of him, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. It made him feel wanted, cared for.
“Remember to leave at a reasonable hour. You don’t want to get dragged back into staying all hours of the day. Plus, you have me to come back to now.” Gareth winked, handed him a lunch bag and kissed him before Ben left.
By the time he’d arrived at work, he both hated and loved the cage. Every movement brought attention to it, and sometimes, it wasn’t comfortable because of how he had to sit or stand. People would probably look at him strangely if he stood with his legs apart all day.
He settled behind his desk, fidgeted until he found a comfortable position and switched on his laptop. Glancing at the clock made his heart pound. It was stupid, but he knew Gareth would be waiting for him when he arrived home that night, and he couldn’t wait for the day to finish. His stomach fluttered at the possibility of being allowed to come that night before they swapped shifts.
A knock on his door had him jumping because he hadn’t realised the time. He’d been lost in a daydream.
“Come in,” he called.
Lindsay opened the door and smiled tentatively as she crossed the distance between them. “Good morning, Mr Mycroft.”
“Please call me Ben.” The words were out before he could stop them, but he didn’t regret saying them. “Have a seat, Lindsay.” When she did, he said, “I want to apologise. I’m a complete asshole to work for some days, but you never complain. You get on with your work and do a damn good job of it. Thank you for putting up with me.”
Lindsay’s mouth opened and closed several times before she said, “Um, you’re not an…asshole per se. I know this job is stressful. I don’t mind.”
“You still shouldn’t have to put up with that. I’ll try to do better, but I want you to tell me when I’m behaving that way.” Lindsay’s eyes widened, and Ben laughed. “I give you full permission to call me an asshole when I deserve it.”
She shook her head. “No, I couldn’t do that.”
“My boyfriend tells me I need to chill out, and it would help me—and him—out a lot if you could. We’re trying to find the triggers. We know stress is one of them, but if there’s anything else, we need to figure it out.”
Lindsay frowned. “I don’t know.”
“Please consider it, at least.”
She nodded. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
Ben beamed. “A recent thing. You might know him. Gareth?”
“Gareth? I don’t know… Oh! From the night shift?”
He nodded. “Yes. It was a complete shock to me, and it just sort of happened.”
Lindsay smiled. “I’m happy for you.”
