Page 85 of Starborn Husbands
“Not a drop,” I lie. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“I expect you to accept this punishment with grace or I’m adding days.”
Bastard. But that’s got my attention, and I know that this has only begun to suck. Gloved hands lift my hard cock too softly, and more arousal pours into it. Not cool. At least my dick should be on my side, but he’s not. He’s having a grand old time.
Shimmery slick leaks onto the leather from my ass. Heat flares across my cheeks, and Zhang isn’t shy about adjusting his cock. Looks like Mr. Pure and Innocent vaporized overnight. He’s not even hiding how turned on he is. He should be. It’s appalling.
Zhang leans over until his hot breath is in my ear. “I don’t think I can wait till we’re home. As soon as you’re caged up, I’m tossing you over that chair and using you right here.”
Flames of white-hot arousal lick up my body. My heart’s pounding its way out of my ribcage, and I’m sure I’m going to find my heart on the floor in a minute.
Icy awfulness brings all fiery sex stuff to a screeching halt. Literal ice. The chastity master’s wrapping an ice-cold rod around my dick—my dick hates it. It’s bendy and swirls upmyrod like it’s a fucking candy cane. “Mother of fuuuudge,” I say, catching myself in the nick of time. “That’s a nasty thing.”
“How have you gone all your life without meeting up with one of these?” he asks.
I don’t have an answer for him. I’m too busy trying not to shout colorful expletives at him. The cold rod hurts, and it’s uncomfortable. My teeth chatter as I breathe through my nose.
“There. You’ll be alright for a minute or two. Be back in a jiff!”
No. No, jiff. Get the fuck back here! But he’s already gone. Zhang’s not. He’s behind me, preening his face off.
“I’m proud of you. You’re being so good, babe.”
Whoa.Like, serious whoa. I’m gonna need a lot more praise where that came from. I’m glowing on the inside, my eager star trills under my skin, and the pain of the ice isn’t as bad as it was.
“Thank you, Sir.” Who am I?
The chastity master returns with the device that’s going to lock up my dick for two days. It’s a literal cage, almost like a bird cage for my cock.
“This is one of our best models,” he brags. “See? There are plenty of access points for your husband to touch and play with you, and you’ll be able to urinate easily.”
“I’m so excited,” I say, and he smiles, the sarcasm in my tone having gone right over his head. Zhang chuckles, reading me like a book as usual. At least I amuse him.
My dick peels away from the ice rod wrapped around it as its life force dies away. The chastity master only has to gently tug it away to remove it from me, leaving my soft cock drooping between my legs.
“Gods that’s fucking hot, Treyu,” Zhang’s deep voice says in my ear. “I’m leaking.”
If he makes my cock hard again, I’m using that bendy straw ice rod on his dick.
“Almost there,” the too cheerful man says. You’d think he was scooping me up an ice cream cone.
My nuts get encapsulated by a ring, which interlocks with the smooth metal cage that slides over my dick. It’s not warm, but anything’s less frigid than the ice that was strangling my cock moments ago.
“The locking mechanism will key into your vibration,” he explains to Zhang. “You’ll need to place your hand in this area here and it will respond to your command.”
Zhang’s turned into a fucking predator by this point. I didn’t think he had it in him, but all this time, he was reserving his beast mode for one person. Me. I’m that person. He doesn’t need instructions after that. I register theclick, but then his lips are mauling me with a bruising kiss.
“Get your naughty ass in the air. I want you straddling that chair by the time my pants are off.”
Shit. I scramble to obey like never before. I shouldn’t even want his cock in my ass with my dick behind bars, but I do. I sling my legs over the chair's arms and rest my forearms on the cushioned head, presenting my ass to him.
I’ve got the most bubble-shaped ass in all the Nebuli, I’m sure of it. I want to keep the wild momentum going and there’s no better way to do that than to arch my back and lift it high.
Crack!His large hand leaves a throbbing handprint. The other grips me by the roots, holding me in place. Fuck, I’m so exposed right now. The whole chastity salon can gaze upon my debauchery. And guess what that does? Turns me totally off? No. No, no, no. The opposite. Arousal floods back to my cock like it never left, but this time my dick can’t roam free.
It aches and pinches as it tries—in vain—to fight its way out, locking my cock in a circuitous cycle of arousal and pain, pain and arousal. Poor guy.
“That’s right, everyone’s going to see me take you with your naughty cock locked away, aren’t they?”
