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Easton was much more at ease as he stroked himself slowly just off camera. “Good sub.”

My cock pulsed at the praise and I squeezed my thighs together in hopes of finding momentary relief.

“Damn, I really wish you were here right now to warm my cock while I finish some work. You would be so beautiful on your knees, your lips stretched around my dick, trying not to gag on me.” He moaned then and I let out a needy whimper.

A beautiful blue eye cracked open to see me staring at him. I was sure I looked like a proper mess, but I just didn’t have it in me to care. I was horny and Easton was getting himself off while I had to sit and watch and not touch. “Oh, you like that idea. Would you want me to put you in a pair of panties first? How would you feel sitting there with pretty, soft panties rubbing your hard, needy dick, knowing you couldn’t touch.”

There was no use pretending I didn’t like the words. My erection was so hard it hurt and my balls had drawn up to my body as he’d spoken to me. “Fuck. Sir. I’m so close. I want to come.”

He shook his head. “Not yet. I’m not done yet. I think I want to see you in your sexy panties. So fucking hard and needy for me. You’d soak them in no time. Then you’d have to sit there with the fabric all wet and the air conditioning making it cold. You’d be reminded constantly that you were a sexy slut for your Sir, but you couldn’t even touch yourself until I said.”

I yelped as my muscles contracted and a large drip of precum leaked from my tip. Easton chuckled darkly. “I want to see that cock that you’re staring at so intently. It must be doing something good. Show me it, Link. Show me how much you like the idea of being my cock slut.”

Too horny to be embarrassed at his words, I angled the phone downward so he could see my cock and the precum that had begun to leak steadily from the tip.

“Damn, you’re so fucking perfect. I want to be able to see all of you when you open your gift.”

My hands struggled to move the phone around and I finally managed to prop it on a pillow and still get my entire body in the frame. “Can I open it now?”

Easton nodded. “Open it. I’m so proud of you for not touching that beautiful cock. I know it would feel so good to wrap your hand around it, but you won’t because you know you’re mine. And I will tell you when you can touch.”

My cock continued to twitch and precum leaked steadily while he spoke. My hands were shaking more as I finally got to open the box. Inside were two things nestled in tissue paper: a prostate massager and a cock cage.

The muscles in my stomach clenched at the sight of the black plastic cage. I hadn’t used one since we were in college. Back then Easton would lock me up before he left on road trips. I had never felt so safe as I had then. And the orgasms when he returned were always intense, whole-body experiences that would leave me weak in the knees and wrung out.

The memories rushed over me at the same time my muscles contracted violently. My cock began to pulse with my unexpected release, the blanket under me becoming soaked with cum. I spread my legs, whimpering and moaning helplessly, too shocked and awed to be anything but transfixed by the view.

Somewhere in front of me, I heard Easton moan before he grunted. I completely missed his orgasm as I watch myself come over and over again. When the spasms finally subsided, I felt like I’d run a marathon, yet I wanted to go again, this time with something—my hand, his hand, it really didn’t matter what—wrapped around my dick.

When the blood rushing in my ears finally stopped and my vision cleared, I became aware of Easton over the phone, his voice broken and roughened. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” His finger was tracing circles in the cum on his stomach. “And now that I know you like what you see, I want you to put that on. Your dick is officially off-limits to you until Thursday night.”

My mouth hung open, the haze of orgasm washing away with his words. “What?”

He gave me a serious look. “Are you safewording?”

I shook my head. “N-no, Sir. Just. The next two days?”

He nodded sharply. “Yes, two days. I know you can do it. And every time you feel that cage, you’re going to know I’m right here cheering you on. And I will make sure to reward you when you get back.”

There was no way I was going to let myself get sappy over caging my dick, but I wanted to. After a few hard swallows, I nodded my head. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re very welcome, Link.” With a wicked wink, Easton added, “And maybe tomorrow night we can try that massager with your cock locked up.”

It was going to be the most painful, amazing form of torture ever, and I was here for it.

CHAPTER 18

EASTON

“This is stupid!” I was not above whining if it got this meeting over with sooner. All I wanted to do was get out of the arena. I was due to meet Lincoln in just over an hour. I’d asked around and discovered DASH was the BDSM club Brax had been talking about. After some research, I’d learned that all members were heavily vetted and the nondisclosure agreements were taken seriously.

I’d also signed up for a tour of the space, with Lincoln of course. When he’d left for the owners’ meeting in Massachusetts, I hadn’t expected to miss him as much as I had. Maybe I should have, though. He was an itch I’d never fully gotten out of my system, one I’d learned to live with while trying not to think about it. Now that he was back in my life, I’d opened the box and found him right where he belonged. With me.

… And that made me sound like a creepy stalker.

When he’d left for the meeting, I’d expected that he would be stressed. The meeting was an important one and everyone there would have more knowledge about hockey in their little toe than Lincoln had in his entire body. I’d fully expected that there would come a time where nerves and anxiety got the better of him, and I’d slipped the cock cage and massager in his suitcase as a distraction for then.

I hadn’t expected a call from his brother to be the thing that threw him for a massive loop on Tuesday night, but I’d remembered what I’d slipped in his bag and was glad I’d had the foresight to do so. That went double when he took one look at the gift and came all over the bed without touching himself.

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