Pressing me hard against the wall with his body, Griffin kisses me. He isn’t gentle, and my busted lip screams in protest for me to stop. But I’m not stopping. I’ll never stop, not when it comes to him.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling away too quickly. “I want your dick. Take it out, now.”
I do what he says, my fingers fumbling with my belt, button, and zipper. He works on his pants as well, and it’s satisfying to know he’s struggling, too. That he wants this as much as I do.
My cock springs free first: hard, pulsing, wanting. He reaches into the opening in the front of his pants, pulls out his thick, delicious length, rubs it against mine, wraps his fingers around both of us.
I moan when we touch. His mouth catches it as he deepens our kiss. My hands find his shoulders. I dig in. He makes my world spin with a touch, him the only solid thing.
With his hands between us, he holds our cocks together, strokes them both up and down. I’m already close, on edge from our conversation, at the thought of losing him.
“Oh, God, sir. I’m close. Please, let me cum. I’ll eat it. I’ll do whatever you want. Just, please don’t deny me.”
With his forehead against mine, the bulk of his body holding me in place, he glances down as he works us.
“I’m close, too,” he finally says, and I want so bad to let loose. Let the spring wound tight around my entire life break apart. But he hasn’t given me permission. More than anything, I need him to give it to me. To take control.
“I can’t...sir,” I say, my voice strangled by my efforts to hold out. “Please,” I beg.
“Fuck, Aiden,” he growls. “Cum. Now!”
His dick jerks against mine, his hot cum coating my stomach. My fingers dig into his shoulders. The pulsing, throbbing need wrecking me from my toes to my groin gathers into one giant ball. Like a rubber band stretches then suddenly snaps, I go off.
I’m not quiet, and I’m not restrained, as cum squirts hard from my slit, coating my shirt, his pants, hell, everywhere. But this is one mess I’m going to enjoy cleaning up.
When I stop pulsing, and the last dregs leak out of my spent dick, I drop to my knees. Bringing my lips to his pants, I lick every wet spot on his slacks, then slide up to his sac. I take him into my mouth, let my tongue trace a leisurely path up the underside of his still hard length.
He grunts when I put him in my mouth, suck hard on his head to make sure he’s spent of everything he has to offer. When his dick is clean, I lick his hands, then drop down all the way to the floor to clean up his shoes.
“Damn, Aiden. I take it you like the taste of cum?”
I grin up at him as I slowly lick the top of his polished shoe. “I like the taste of you,” I admit.
He pulls me to my feet. “I’ve created a monster, it seems.” His lips brush mine, tasting our combined release. “Be careful, Mr. Montgomery, or I’ll see to it you spend the next six months on your knees.”
I flick my tongue out, run it along his lower lip. “If that’s what you want, sir.”
He grabs me around the back of my neck, his other hand fisting my shirt. “What I want is you, naked.” He flicks his chin toward his bathroom. “In there.”
After another fierce kiss, he lets me go. I obey his command and strip, leaving my clothes in a pile by the bathroom door. By the time I’m standing in front of the mirror, I’m at full attention, ready to go again. Ready for whatever he has planned.
Griffin leans against the doorframe, crosses his arms. “Open the top drawer, left.”
I do as I’m told and slide the drawer open. Inside is an array of clear plastic pieces, one of them shaped like the head of a penis. Next to the plastic pieces is a small square box.
“Look inside the box first,” Griffin says, his eyes glued to my every movement. Is he as nervous and excited about this as I am?
“Okay.” I grab the box, open the lid.
Inside is a horseshoe shaped metallic band with a bar that goes straight across. It looks like a medieval torture cuff, but modern and stylized.
“What is it?” I ask, wondering if this is something that’s supposed to go around...
I glance at my dick, hard and ready for him. No, it can’t be for that. It’s the wrong size.
Pushing off the doorframe, Griffin closes the distance to me, picks up the item from the box. “It’s a screw cuff bracelet.”
Unscrewing the bar, he opens the bracelet, places it around my wrist, and closes it.
“Consider this your training collar, the thing that marks you as mine. You are to wear it at all times, even when you shower. Don’t remove it. It’s my job to decide when to unleash you.”
My dick jumps, swirls in the air. A bead of precum mixed with what was left of actual cum wets my slit, and damn. I want Griffin Hart in a bad way. The kind of way I’d be willing to walk away from my life for.
“A-And that?” I nod at the plastic pieces.
The grin that splits Griffin’s kissable lips is downright wicked. “That is your chastity.”
“My what?” My voice cracks. A jolt of fear tracks down my spine, making my hole clench.
“It’s a cage, Aiden.” He grabs out the large piece shaped like the head of my penis with a very short shaft. “It’s meant to deny you orgasm. Deny you the ability to stand fully erect.” He slides his hand down my length to punctuate his point.
“Why would you want to do that?” Like a poisonous snake about to strike, I try and take a step away from the thing meant to deny me pleasure.
Griffin grips my dick harder, not letting me move an inch.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks, an amused grin on his face. “I haven’t given you permission to leave. And I won’t until your cage is firmly in place, locked tight.” He points to the tiny lock I hadn’t noticed sitting next to two plastic pegs and a semicircle ring.
Swallowing hard, I decide to beg. Maybe if I offer to do...what? Anything? Maybe he won’t put that thing on my dick.
“Please, sir. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll blow you. I’ll eat your ass. I’ll give you mine. Whatever you want. Just...fuck, don’t put that on me.”
Griffin’s laugh vibrates off the tiled walls, slams into my chest full force. “Make no mistake, Mr. Montgomery, you’ll do all of those things, and more.” He twirls the larger plastic piece around his fingers. “Being caged has a way of making the sub more compliant. Eager. Willing.”
“I’m already eager. Already willing, sir.”
The smile drops from Mr. Hart’s face. He releases his hold on my erection. “Is this a hard limit for you, Aiden? Something you’re absolutely not willing to do? Because if you’re straight on this, I’ll back off.”
I do want him to back off, don’t want that thing restraining my dick. But the thought of outright saying no makes me feel like a huge hypocrite. I want to be with him because of the boundaries he pushes. Because I discover something about myself every time I’m with him. If I say no to this, what will I really be denying myself?
Licking my dry lips, I stare at the plastic piece in his hand. “Will it hurt?”
“It isn’t painful, if that’s what you mean. It’s uncomfortable, designed to be a constant reminder that you’re in chastity. That I own your cock. That every time you cum it’s because I allow it. You’ll want out, and that want will allow you to push, and explore, and discover farther than you would without it.”
When he puts it that way... “Oh. Okay, well, I’m willing to try, if—I mean, if this is what you want.”
Putting his hand back on my cock, Griffin steps into me, his lips skimming down the side of my neck to my shoulder, peppering kisses along the way. I shiver, because fuck if his mouth against my flesh doesn’t feel amazing.
“This is what I want. And I think you’ll be surprised how much you’ll want it, too.”
His mouth doesn’t stop at my shoulder. He continues on, his tongue teasing my nipple, then lower, across my stomach.
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br /> “Hold out your hand,” he says, his breath skimming across my pubes, tickling me.
I do as he says. He puts the large plastic piece meant to cage my dick into my palm. “Before I can put you into chastity, you need to be soft.”
He runs his tongue along the underside of my stiff cock, the opposite of soft. I shudder and moan, and don’t try to hide it. I want him to know what he does to me. Want him to see how much I need him. That I choose to be here. That I’m willing to let him lead, follow him wherever he wants to take me.
“I’m going to help you get soft, Mr. Montgomery.” He flicks his tongue out, the string of precum leading from my tip to his mouth making me want to go off already. “I invite you to enjoy this, because the next time you cum, you’ll have earned it.”
I don’t even get a, “Yes, sir,” out of my mouth before he takes my breath away. His lips wrap around me, his tongue working the kind of magic I want to learn so he can feel how good this is.
With one hand gripping my sac, pulling on the sensitive orbs, stretching the thin flesh, he wraps the other around my base and twists as he strokes up to meet his mouth.
My vision blurs, white dots dance middair. My muscles harden into stone. Shit, everything about me is hard. Instead of gripping his hair, fucking into his mouth like I want so badly to, I squeeze the granite countertop behind me. My fingers cramp from the pressure, the plastic of my soon-to-be cage digging into flesh.
I cum hard and fast; too fast to warn him, too hard to even scream. When my first squirt erupts into his mouth, he eats my dick until the tip hits the back of his throat. Every time I jerk, he swallows.
It’s only when I collapse against the counter, and black darkens the corners of my vision, that I remember to breathe. While I’m recovering from the most intense blowjob ever, Griffin reaches into the drawer and assembles the cage. The sound of the lock clicking echoes in my ears, bounces off the tiles.
As if I weren’t his already, there’s no denying it now. I belong to Griffin Hart.
Chapter 9
I scratch and adjust my crotch for the hundredth time in as many seconds as I pull into the driveway at Mr. Hart’s estate.
Being in chastity sucks dirty, hairy, sweaty ball sacs. Which are exactly how mine are. No matter how many times I wash this thing, it gets funky after two days. Mercifully, Mr. Hart lets me out of it regularly so I can clean up in his private bathroom. He’s always diligent about putting my cage right back where he says it belongs.
The irony of feeling like I was trapped before I met Griffin Hart isn’t lost on me.
Five days. Five long, excruciating, painstakingly slow days I’ve been locked up. After he sucked me off in his bathroom, trapped my dick and balls in this modern day torture device, he told me the only way I was getting out of it was if I came clean with my parents and fiancé about not wanting to be engaged. He said it was the right thing to do.
I would have agreed with him whether I was in chastity or not. But, as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. Being in chastity has motivated me to move up the time table on growing a pair and facing my family, which I’m doing tonight.
I’d picked up the phone the day he locked me up, told Lily and my parents I wanted to have an engagement announcement dinner. I thought merely arranging it would’ve been enough to earn my freedom. But no. Griffin says pleasuring me wouldn’t be right as long as I’m still engaged, or whatever the hell I am. He says that, until I break it off with Lily, he considers me a taken man. Off the market.
Never mind we’ve already crossed enough lines to make his point moot. Never mind him making me his sub is still him getting pleasure. And never mind that me having a break-up dinner with my family and Lily’s family is a terrible idea on the best of days. But now, with how tightly wound I am? I’ll be catastrophic.
Doesn’t matter. What Griffin says, goes. And if he says I have to wait to empty my full, sore, very fucking blue balls, then I’ll do what he says. Even with the suck of it all, being under his control feel natural. Feels right.
Letting myself into the house, I make a beeline straight for Mr. Hart’s office.
“Jesus, Aiden. What the fuck did my front door ever do to you?”
Geo’s voice is nails on chalkboard grating. It’s only partially his fault. I haven’t slept in two days, not restfully anyway with how ready I am to burst, and the looming truth session with my family. But there’s also a tone in his voice. A judgment I’ve never heard from him before.
“Sorry, Geo.” I motion at the door I must’ve slammed. “I’m in a hurry.”
“It’s okay, man.” He gives me one of his Geo smiles, even if it’s strained at the corners, like something’s bothering him. I don’t have time to figure out what. And, honestly, I don’t give a shit.
Call me a crappy friend. Whatever. Geo’s drama. Always has been. It’s only now I realize I don’t have to take part.
“Okay. See ya,” I say before heading toward the staircase leading to Mr. Hart’s private office. My own personal torture dungeon.
“Whoa. Hold up. You can’t even stop a minute to say hello? Is my father really that much of a slave driver?”
Yes. He is.
I sigh, run my hands through my hair, and face Geo. “Hi,” I say, deadpan expression, clearly not in the mood.
Geo clomps over to me in his half-assed laced Doc Martin boots. He stops in front of me, steps into me like he always does. “Dude, it’s just a job. You shouldn’t be so stressed.”
“I’m not fucking stressed,” I bite out before I can stop myself. My situation isn’t anything I want to talk to Geo about.
I take a deep breath, will my nerves to calm the hell down. “Sorry, man. Guess I am stressed.”
“No worries,” Geo says before pulling me into one of his hugs.
Like always, the ever present perfume of marijuana and patchouli waft from his hair, his clothes. For some reason, his scent gives me a headache. Or, rather, makes the one I have worse.
Also, like always, Geo reaches around to grab my ass. I push him away, take a step back. “Stop grabbing me.” I hold my hand out between us an a buffer. “I’ve told you I don’t like it, and you touching me that way makes me uncomfortable.”
Geo holds up his hands. “Relax, Aiden. I didn’t mean anything by it. Shit, man. You’re so uptight, you need a good ass-grab.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, beg my headache to go away. “I’ve already told you, Geo, I’m—”
Before I know what’s happening, Geo’s in my face, his chest against mine. Thighs, too. Grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, he pulls me into a kiss. His tongue attempts to invade my mouth. I don’t let it.
Pressing my lips as tight together as I can, I try and push him off. I’m not quick enough. His free hand, the one not wrapped around my neck, grabs my dick.
No. Not my dick. The cage around my dick.
Pulling his mouth from mine, Geo flinches, takes a step back. His kohl-lined eyes go wide. “I fucking knew it. You’re being trained. By my goddamn father.”
In another life, before Griffin Hart, before I could admit what I really wanted, fear would’ve been the only response to such an accusation. Denial would’ve followed right behind.
Maybe, in some small corner of my brain, those things still happen. Maybe they always will. But right now, with my balls locked up tight, the pressure making me want to crawl out of my own skin, and me liking it way more than I ever thought possible, the first response I have to Geo is anger.
My forearm connects with his chest. I shove him back, away from me. He hits the island counter behind him, grips it for support.
“I SAID STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME!”
The words roar from my throat, originating in some deep, hidden part longing to be set free. They’re as much for Geo as they are for my father, my mother, and anyone else who’s ever repressed who I really am.
We’re both breathing hard when Geo’s eyes lock with mine. He doesn’t make a move
to retaliate. God, I wish he would, and I’m glad he doesn’t. He’s my boss’s son. Choosing sides is not a position I want to put Griffin in, but fuck if I don’t want to work off some of my frustration on his face.
“You lied to me, Aiden,” Geo says, his lips twisting into a snear.
“No, I didn’t. I’m not gay. Well, I wasn’t. I...shit, I don’t know, Geo.”
He tucks a lock of black hair behind his ear, the metal in his earrings winking at me, taunting me. “So, when you kissed me, when we watched porn together, you wanted more but didn’t know how to ask? Or...what? Help me out here, Aiden, because I’m feeling really fucking confused and pissed off right now.”
“You kissed me,” I correct him. “And no, I didn’t want more.”
I unclench my fists, shake out the tension riding me harder than I wish Griffin would.
“Listen, I like you, Geo. As a friend. I’m not interested in anything more. Never have been. Not with you.”
He scoffs. “Did you just fucking friend-zone me?”
“Is that a problem?” I say, pushing back more than I ever have with anyone. Maybe Geo’s good practice for tonight, the real challenge being my father.
Geo crosses his arms, lets his shoulders fall forward in the type of sulk only he can pull off. “What if it is? What if I wanted to be the one to tap your virgin ass?”
“Then I’d say that’s too fucking bad.”
Geo stalks toward me, less swagger than he typically has. But the look on his face tells me he still thinks he’s entitled to something.
When he reaches for me, I step back. He presses his lips together, narrows his eyes, and snatches my wrist. The one with the cuff Griffin gave me.
“You think you’re the first guy my father’s trained?” Geo eyes the bracelet as if it’s something vile, twisted. “You think you’re something special?”
No. I don’t think I’m the first. I don’t want to think about the others, and I’ve never asked. Never felt the need to.
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