Michael's Denial

Michael’s Denial

 

An Erotic Male Chastity Novel

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Michael’s Denial

 

Copyright © 2024 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

 

Preview

About the Author

 

Chapter 1

 

Michael parked his Audi in the driveway of Irene’s house. “Nice place,” he commented.

“I share it with two other women,” she replied and turned her body to face him, going so far as to place her hand on his thigh. “I’m disappointed you haven’t asked me for a kiss,” she said. “I thought the night went well.”

He let out a brief, uncomfortable chuckle and glanced at how close her hand was to his crotch. “Isn’t kissing a third date sort of thing?” he asked.

“Sex on the third date or else it’s too late,” she let slip out of her mouth and then immediately blushed with embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. It’s something we’d say when I was back in college and I was having my…wilder days.”’

“It’s fine,” he smiled but didn’t take his eyes off her hand still on his thigh. Seeing his gaze, she removed it.

With a tight smile she said, “Should I invite you in?”

“For what, exactly?” he asked nervously.

She frowned. “It’s almost like you don’t want this to go further.”

Clearing his throat, Michael said. “No. I do. I just don’t want things to go too fast for you. Or me.”

“You aren’t one of those uptight Christians who only have anal sex before marriage, are you?” she asked him jokingly.

“No!”

At his vehemence, she held up her hands. “Sorry, sorry. Just kidding, didn’t mean to offend.” She sighed. “I’m probably just a little too eager. It’s been a while since I’ve dated—slept with—anyone.”

“Oh.” He glanced at his watch, making a show of it. “I hate to say this, but I have an appointment at six a.m. tomorrow and it’s already past eleven…”

“You make appointments that early?”

He shrugged. “The life of a physical therapist.”

Irene reached out and ran her finger along the back of his broad hand and up his muscular forearms. “That does explain the sexy forearms. Is there going to be a second date?”

Michael’s heart was pounding. He didn’t know why. This should have been meaningless to him.

“I don’t see why there wouldn’t be one…”

Giving him an eager smile, Irene said, “Then let’s split the difference and we’ll have sex on the second date.” Taking the opportunity from his surprise, she leaned in and quickly kissed him. Pulling back she said, “Tonight, I’ll just sleep with Bob.”

That only confused Michael further. “Bob? Who’s Bob?”

With her hand on the door’s handle, Irene said, “My battery operated boyfriend.” Then she practically jumped out of the car and walked quickly to the front door of her house. Her skirt was just the right amount of tight to show off her ample bottom.

Michael sat there a moment before putting the car in gear and backing out of the driveway, preserving his chaste honor.

 

“How did it go?” asked Camille the moment Irene walked through the door. It was obvious she had been waiting up for Irene, not because she was worried about the blonde woman, but because she wanted to gossip and dish. “Wait. Never mind. It’s early and you’re here alone.”

“It went fine.” Irene used all her self-control not to snap at the other woman. 

“Did you just go to his place and bang it out?”

“No! It was a date!” As much as Irene liked Camille, the other woman could be a little much. “No one messes around on a first date.” The words felt like a lie coming out of her mouth.

“I do. That’s how I determine if he gets a second date.”

Irene bit back the response that Camille had a lot of first dates and very few second dates.

“He has a very early morning tomorrow and we had a lovely time at dinner and a wonderful conversation. Now, I’m going to bed.”

“Alone,” Camille reminded her.

“Not quite,” Irene muttered under her breath.

Upstairs in her bedroom, she quickly undressed and hopped into bed, reaching into her nightstand for her largest vibrator. She only had four. Four was a respectable number of sex toys for a single woman to own, she told herself. 

She didn’t need any lube or warmup. Her entire date with Michael had been foreplay. Her pussy was faintly throbbing in anticipation of sex, but tonight masturbation would have to do. Pressing the button on the hefty shaft, she worked it between her wet lips and then slipped it up into her pussy with a soft groan.

More than once she had heard her housemates having sex with men. More than once she was certain she had heard the tell-tale buzzing of vibrators as well. The walls didn’t assure silence. She was certain Camille and Del had heard her using her vibrator as well, but they never really talked about it.

They only talked about the men they brought home.

Irene closed her eyes and imagined what Michael’s cock was like. It didn’t have to be huge, she just wanted to feel something real between her legs. She needed him to know how to use his cock. She needed him to make her cum.

It was that quick. The orgasm overtook her and she rolled to her side, the thick silicone shaft slipping from her pussy. She moaned into her pillow and tried not to think too much of what it would be like fucking Michael for the first time.

 

Michael arrived home to an empty house other than Felix the cat who meowed at him once and then went back to sleep on the couch. He showered and went to bed.

It was the middle of the night when Scott slipped into bed with him. Just entering the room and getting into the bed was enough to rouse Michael. Scott didn’t need to grope his cock, but he did anyway, not that Scott would be able to feel much.

“How was your night?” asked Scott, giving the other man a kiss.

“Quiet. Yours?”

“The ED is always fucking busy.” Scott hadn’t removed his hand from Michael’s cock. “I need to relax. Want to fuck?”

“I have an early morning client.”

“I’ll unlock you.” Scott knew how to sweeten the pot.

“Do you just want a blowjob?” asked Michael. “That way we don’t have to…”

“Yeah. I’ll take a blowjob. I don’t know if you’ve been a good boy or not, so maybe you don’t deserve to be unlocked.”

Scott wiggled out of his boxer briefs and pushed the covers down as Michael turned around. He was a little resentful that his boyfriend had a bigger cock than he did. It wasn’t that much bigger but Scott liked being the “superior male” as he always put it.

But that didn’t stop Michael from enjoying blowing him. His soft brown curly hair around the base of his cock was trimmed to a respectable length. His balls were shaved and he started to stiffen the moment Michael touched him.

Michael only had to put Scott’s cock in his mouth for him to get hard. The man was a machine when it came to sex. No pills, no warmup, nothing. He was just always ready to go. That explained a lot about the sexual dynamics of their relationship.

Bobbing his head up and down on Scott’s erection, they both settled into a familiar routine. Michael did all the work and Scott placed his hand on the back of the other man’s head, guiding him.

Cupping the other man’s balls, Michael gently massaged Scott’s taint while sucking his cock. He could have teased Scott’s asshole, but that wasn’t necessary. Scott just wanted to get off and go to sleep. The quicker he made Scott cum, the quicker he could go back to sleep himself.

One hand on the taint. One hand working the shaft. His mouth sucking and bobbing on the head. That’s all it took.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Scott warned him.

The warning was unnecessary. Michael was well familiar with Scott’s responses. Not wanting to make a mess, he firmly wrapped his lips around Scott’s crown and sucked as his partner exploded in Michael’s mouth. Michael sucked and swallowed, enjoying the heat and taste of Scott’s cum. He kept sucking, giving Scott the little extra thrill of having the blowjob extended by removing all the cum from his balls.

When he was done, Michael slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. There he drank some water to wash away the taste of Scott’s cum, not that it tasted bad, but because he didn’t want it in his mouth the rest of the night. He sat down on the toilet to carefully pee, washed off his cock and cage in the sink after peeing, and then went back to bed where Scott was already snoring. 

 

Michael had exaggerated slightly for Irene’s benefit. His first client wasn’t until eight a.m. That gave him time to shower in the morning before heading out. While he was showering Scott came into the bathroom. 

“Want me to uncage you so you can wash?”

For a moment Michael considered saying no, but he didn’t know when the next opportunity would present itself.

“Yeah. I’d better.”

Scott took the key from the chain around his neck while Michael stepped out from under the water. Their bathroom was almost like a locker room. A fancy locker room, but much the same. The shower was open air, no curtain or door. It was separated from the bathroom proper by a three quarter high glass block wall. 

Kneeling down, Scott opened the lock and slipped it free of the cage. With a bit more manipulation Scott slipped off the expensive and custom-made cage, letting Michael’s small, but adequate, cock swing free. 

Free except for the silver CBR ring in his PA piercing. Michael preferred the look of a horseshoe ring, but that wouldn’t work with the full security cage. It was easy for Scott to pop Michael’s cock and balls through the retaining ring and then Michael was fully unencumbered. 

Scott generously washed the cage while Michael focused on himself, carefully washing his cock and balls, but not paying so much attention that he would get hard.

“I’d better shave,” said Michael as he grabbed his razor from the counter next to the sink. There was shaving gel in the shower. The stubble hadn’t grown much, but Scott liked him smooth. Michael could do that for his boyfriend. 

Scott watched, a sleepy smile on his face, while Michael ran the sharp razor over his lower abdomen, removing all traces of his pubic hair in a ritual he had done too many times to count. 

Shaving the balls was more difficult, but he got that efficiently done as well. He did this for Scott. Michael liked being smooth and caged, but it was still a mind-fuck every time he did it.

“I love your cock,” said Scott as he went down on his knees and abruptly grabbed Michael and began blowing him.

Michael groaned. “I don’t have time for this this morning.”

“Don’t you want to cum?” Scott teased him, pumping the other man’s erection, watching as his flesh rose up, crowned by the silver ring.

It was a trick question. It was always a trick question. Scott controlled Michael’s orgasms and Michael loved that, but no matter what Michael said, Scott always decided the opposite. It was a game. A sexy, fun, and frustrating game. It was a game that Michael always lost…until he won.

“Yeah,” Michael admitted. “Fuck yeah. Make me cum.”

Scott slapped Michael’s balls, making him gasp in pain and almost double over. “Nope. Not today.” He turned the water to full cold. “Rinse off and shrink so we can get you back in the cage.”

It was the last thing that Michael wanted, but he obeyed. He wasn’t exactly submissive to Scott (at least that’s what he told himself), but that was the dynamic of their relationship.

He hated the cold water. It made him shiver but it did the job. In short order his cock was shriveled up. He stepped out and dried off.

Scott slipped the base ring behind Michael’s balls, pushing his soft cock through the crowded space. He grabbed some body oil and applied it to Michael’s cock before expertly sliding the cage onto him and then placed the lock through Michael’s PA ring before locking everything together.

The design of this cage was such that it was literally impossible for the cage to be defeated without cutting off the PA ring or the cage. Other chastity cage designs were for fun. The one they were using was for those into serious chastity.

“So handsome,” said Scott as he added a bit more oil to Michael’s skin, making it smooth and slippery. It was also a minor dig at him. From any objectionable viewpoint, Michael was the better looking of the pair. Scott was slightly taller and more muscular, but Michael was the pretty one.

“See you at the gym this afternoon?” asked Scott before kissing his boyfriend.

“Always.”

Besides chastity, the gym five times a week, minimum, was the routine that helped keep their relationship together.

Michael managed to keep things together until mid-morning when he broke down and, between clients, texted Irene.

 

Michael: Are you free tonight for that second date?

 

Irene: I thought men were supposed to wait three days before calling or texting after a date. 

Irene: It makes you seem too eager.

 

Michael: I shouldn’t have said no last night.

Michael: Are you free tonight?

 

Irene: Only for dinner. 

 

Michael’s lips twisted in annoyance.

A second text followed from Irene a minute later.

 

Irene: Or for sex. One of the two, not both.

 

She followed her text with a winking emoji.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Michael had gotten used to working out while wearing his chastity cage. Sleeping was supposed to be the hardest part, but he found working out with it was more difficult. The trick they had learned was that he had to wear an athletic supporter. It didn’t matter what type of cage they used, he still needed a jock strap. 

That was fine. The gym they went to catered to gay men. Michael was certain half those working out would have happily worn only jock strap or nothing at all while exercising. It wasn’t the cruisiest of gyms, but more than once he had inadvertently encountered men in the middle of sex in the locker room, or the sauna, or just behind some equipment.

Michael liked the gym because he could shower there in his cage and not have to hide it. Scott liked showing him off that way. Michael wasn’t the only man to wear a chastity cage to the gym. He wasn’t the only one pierced either. He doubted any of that could be done at a straight gym.

After kissing Scott, who then left for his shift at the hospital, Michael went home to get ready for his date with Irene.

After a change of clothes and some prep work, Michael headed over to Irene’s house. They weren’t going out for dinner or a drink or a walk or any common date activities. It was all going to be about sex.

Michael was nervous. And for good reason. He hadn’t had sex with a woman in years. 

Readying himself, he rang the bell and waited anxiously for Irene to appear. He was ready to bolt if it took too long, but she answered in seconds, as if she had been waiting for him on the other side of the door.

“Hi!” She looked happy and eager.

“Hello. Wow. You answered the door right away.”

“I was waiting for you. There’s no one home. Come in. We have the place to ourselves, though we really only need the bedroom, right?”

The moment he stepped inside the house, she pressed up against him and tilted her head up for a kiss. Michael responded automatically, accepting her kiss and opening his mouth to her probing tongue.

Once more Michael found himself stepping back and pushing away from her. “Wow. You’re eager.”

“I haven’t been laid in months,” she said. “That’s what you’re here for, aren’t you?”

“Uh…yeah.”

She gave him the side-eye. “So why so shy? Aren’t men supposed to be hormone-soaked dick monsters who are more than happy to have women throw themselves at them?”

“Uh…I just want to…that is…I want to give you a warning.”

Irene pursed her lips. “About what? This had better not be some story about how we have to keep our relationship secret because you have a girlfriend or wife.”

“No. No. Nothing like that,” he hedged. “No woman in my life. It’s just I don’t want you to be surprised.”

Folding her arms across her chest, Irene said, “Surprised about what?”

“Uh…my dick.”

“Uh-huh. Is it huge or tiny? And I’m sure that all men think they have huge cocks.”

“No! I’m average. It’s just that…”

“Out with it,” she prompted him, clearly getting annoyed.

“I have a piercing.”

Irene’s eyebrows went up and she turned her head to look at him directly. “Really?” She seemed neither surprised nor pleased, upset or intrigued. Just…neutral.

“Yes, really. I don’t want you to be surprised.”

“I’ve never been with a guy who had a pierced dick.”

“It’s a PA.”

“I’m sorry: what?”

“Prince Albert piercing. It’s the style I have.”

“Okay, I’m intrigued. I have to see it.”

Michael gave her a cautious look. “Do you just want me to drop my pants right here in the living room?”

Irene enthusiastically shook her head. “No! We have rules against that!”

“Rules against that?”

With a sigh, she explained. “So there was this incident where someone—not me—had sex on the couch when everyone else was out and a…stain was left behind. I think it was Camille. No one owned up to it. We all cleaned and shampooed the couch, so it was all good. Then I came home the next day to Del fucking her boyfriend on the couch. New house rule: no sex in the living room.”

“I now know more about your living arrangements than I ever wanted.”

She grabbed his hand. “Let’s go to my room and you can show me there.”

The house wasn’t new, but it was well-maintained and had some sort of common decorating aesthetic that Michael couldn’t put his finger on. But he wasn’t there to admire the wall art; he was there to get laid.

He barely noted the walls of Irene’s room. As soon as she shut the door behind him, she was kissing him, her hand between their bodies, groping for his cock.

Despite the strange circumstances Michael found he was easily able to respond. His cock started to get hard under her rough treatment. 

“I have to see it,” she told him.

“Uh…”

“Can I give you a blowjob?”

“It seems like that’s all I’m getting lately,” he muttered, flashing back to his memory of sucking off Scott in the middle of the night.

“What?” Irene was plainly surprised. “You know what, never mind. I don’t care if you’re fucking other women.”

She dropped to her knees and started working on opening his pants, eager to see the prize contained within.

When she yanked down his underwear, he had barely started to remove his shirt.

“Oh…wow!” She wasn’t surprised at his size. He knew he was average, but that wasn’t the reason behind her reaction. “Does it hurt?”

“Uh…no.”

Irene was holding his semi-hard cock with one hand, turning it this way and that, inspecting it.

“Did it hurt to have it done?”

“Uh, yeah. A little. Like a sharp pinch and then some throbbing ache for the next few days. It’s fine now.”

“Can I?” she asked and then didn’t bother with hearing his answer. She licked from the base of his cock, right above his smooth balls, all the way up to the tip, briefly playing with the CBR with her tongue. “Okay, this is sort of cool. Is it safe to give you a blow job?”

“Yes. I mean…I’ve had dozens since I got the piercing.”

She popped his cock head back into her mouth and sucked experimentally, her tongue exploring his growing hardness, playing with the intersection of metal and flesh.

“Why’d you get it done?” she asked him abruptly. He was fully erect now. It wasn’t like he was huge, but she didn’t comment on his size. If she had been a size queen, she would have said something. She just wanted cock and didn’t care about some minor particulars.

Michael hesitated. He didn’t want to tell her everything. He could have taken out the CBR before coming to see her, but that was another level of complication. He certainly couldn’t tell her the truth as to why he had a cock piercing.

“I was curious. I started thinking about it and got obsessed and had to do it.”

She licked the underside of his cock and smiled. “Did you do it to impress a woman?”

He could easily answer that question. “No.”

“Hmm…I think you’re lying, but I really don’t care. Do you want to cum in my mouth?” She then continued with the blowjob she had already started. He let her proceed. He couldn’t remember the last time Scott had sucked his cock. It hadn’t been recently, and even though Scott liked giving blowjobs last night was just a tease. Still, it was nice to get a blowjob from someone he knew.

And Irene really knew how to suck a cock…

“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed and pushed her back. His cock pulled free of her mouth, but she kept her hand on the base, not letting him get away. “I was so close to cumming.”

“You can cum in my mouth,” she told him, her eyes bright with excitement. “I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but I want to fuck you,” he said, still on edge.

She fake pouted. “You might want to romance a girl first.”

“Uh…”

Irene laughed at him. “Or you can tear my clothes off and fuck me like an animal.”

Instead of doing that, Michael helped her to her feet like a gentleman and kissed her. It was a long, slow sensual kiss with his cock pressed between their bodies.

Stepping back, Irene gasped. “Kiss me like a whore, not a lady,” she said.

Michael smirked and grabbed her shirt, yanking it over her head. Underneath she was wearing nothing. Almost nothing. She had smallish tits and no bra, but she had nipple covers on her breasts. They were so close to her skin tone that it took him a moment to see what they were.

“I don’t like showing my nipples,” she explained. “But I also like going braless.”

“Sexy,” he said and pushed her down onto the bed. He was on her in an instant, pulling at her tight black yoga pants, stripping them down as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. He noted that she did not go sans underpants and wore a thong. It was sheer and hid nothing. That made it sexier. He pulled it off her, tearing it in the process.

Neither of them cared.

There was nothing shy about Irene as she spread her legs and lifted up her knees, displaying her pussy to him. Unlike Michael, who had removed all of his pubic hair, Irene had retained a rather modest strip of dark blonde hair that just barely covered her outer labia and extended up to her mons. 

It had been a long time since Michael had been with a woman. For just a second he hesitated, and then lowered his face between her legs.

The flavor was slightly musky and sour but still desirable. He had forgotten what a woman’s sex smelled and tasted like. His body hadn’t. It responded immediately. His cock throbbed now with need. Her body responded just as quickly. Her inner lips glistened with amrita. He could feel the heat rising from her pussy.

“Suck my clit,” she begged him. She was able to focus just long enough, before she fully fell into his cunnilingus, to peel the nipple covers off her breasts and toss them aside.

He could do that. Her little organ wasn’t all that prominent but he found it easily enough and when he sucked it gently it was like he had stuck her finger into an electrical outlet. Her entire body jumped and jolted around. 

He stopped before it could continue. “Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no! Keep going. I need to cum!”

He kept going. This time not only sucking on her clit, but slipping a finger between her buttocks, seeking out her asshole. Scott loved it when Michael sucked his cock and fingered his asshole at the same time. It had to translate the same to women.

Irene was already on edge, moaning as he worked her clit, but she did struggle a bit when he introduced his finger to her back entrance. It was a bold move for a man in his first time with a woman, but Irene was the eager sort and once she figured out what he was doing, she was fine with it.

He didn’t even have to stick his finger in very deep. Just the first knuckle…and then her asshole tightened up on him and her entire body tensed…and she came. 

“OH FUCK!”

She screamed it so loud that Michael actually thought that maybe they were violating some house rule. They were alone…unless some housemate had come home while they were getting busy.

“Take your finger out of my ass and fuck me,” Irene ordered him.

Michael could do that. He hadn’t lost his erection. If anything, it was stronger than before because he just wanted to sink it into her and cum. Just cum once without having to worry about that fucking cage…

They quickly realigned their bodies and he was between her legs and she was guiding him into her and then he was all the way in.

They both groaned in appreciation to the gods of sex. 

“I can feel your ring,” she told him.

“Like it?”

“It’s…different.”

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” 

“No. Why?”

“Just…just checking.” He reminded himself that women expected to be fucked in the pussy and that, barring some major problem, it shouldn’t hurt. He didn’t have a huge cock and she wanted him, so everything was normal.

He just had to act normal.

“Fuck me,” she told him. “Fuck me hard. Make it hurt.”

Michael could do that. He pinned down her arms with his hands, let his weight settle on her, and then started fucking her hard enough to shake her body and the bed. With each thrust the bed rocked against the wall. He didn’t stop and she didn’t say a word about it. 

It made him wonder if her housemates knew about the bed and the noise. Maybe Irene knew and didn’t care. Maybe she was showing off to her housemates when she fucked—

But she had said it had been a while since she had had sex.

Michael tried not to let these thoughts distract him. But then again he didn’t want to last too long. Then he realized he wasn’t going to last long at all.

“I’m close,” he warned her.

“Don’t! Slow! Down!”

He wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop, but it was too late. He slammed her a few more times and then he saw white light and his cock shot its load into her pussy and the tension that had been building slowly dissipated.

Irene trembled underneath him. She was gasping for breath. He was too spent to do anything about it. But it didn’t matter; she was fine. After a few unsettling gasps, she finally managed one deep inhalation and then she was able to relax.

“Oh…fuck! I think I saw into another dimension,” she gasped.

Michael chuckled a little. “I don’t think I was that good.”

“It’s been a while for me,” she reminded him.

“How long?” he asked, curious as to what she would say for her answer.

“Uh…let me think. Let’s say…over a year.” She winced at her answer.

He rolled off her, their genitals separating. That was the worst part. He wanted to be inside her forever. “Back in high school my friends and I had a stupid saying about going without sex for a year…”

“Yeah. What’s that?”

He cleared his throat, having regretted saying something so stupid. “I don’t want to tell you,” he admitted. “We were young and stupid and had no idea about how things in the world actually worked.”

She rolled to her side and stared at him. “Now I really want to hear it.”

“No you don’t.”

“I won’t fuck you again until you tell me.”

“Uh…you won’t want to fuck me again if I tell you.”

“So you have nothing to lose,” she pointed out.

“Uh…shit. You’re going to hate me.”

“Spill it.”

“Uh…after a year of going without sex…your virginity grows back.” He stared at the ceiling when he spoke and braced himself for the inevitable smack from her.

The blow never came. 

“That sounds exactly like something a high school boy would say.”

“Guilty,” he admitted.

“Thank you for devirginizing me again,” she said and kissed his cheek.

“Uh…you’re welcome?”

“Want to fuck again?”

He laughed uncomfortably. “Uh…I’m a little soft right now.”

“I’ll give you a blowjob,” she generously offered with an eager smile. “Or whatever else you want that’ll get you hard.”

“Um…”

She shoved his shoulder playfully. “What are you? Gay? Don’t want to fuck a beautiful and willing woman”?

He winced and she grimaced in response. “Sorry,” she apologized. “That was crude. You’re obviously not gay. You just fucked me, right? Very crude. But you brought up high school…”

“Let’s just forget this whole conversation took place,” he suggested.

“Excellent idea. What conversation?”

“Right. Well, I should be getting going…unless you want to have a second round?” he suggested, not knowing if she meant it or not.

Before she could answer there was a bang from downstairs as the front door slammed open. “Hi honey, I’m home!” a woman’s voice called out.

Irene scowled in annoyance. “I’m not a lesbian,” she assured him. “That’s not my wife.”

“Didn’t think you were.”

“That’s just my housemate, Camille. She thinks she’s funny. She must have seen your car out front.”

“Okay.”

“And she’s trying to embarrass me.”

“Is it working?”

“Irene!? Darling!? You aren’t cheating on me, are you, sweetie?” Feet pounded up the wooden stairway. 

“I’m so sorry,” Irene apologized. “I didn’t want you to meet either of my housemates like this.”

“It’s fine,” he said.

Camille started knocking on the door. “Irene? Are you in there getting ready for me? I want to have the dirtiest lesbian sex with you. I’ll go get my strapon! Put on that pretty pink teddy for me and lube up, girl!”

“No one is here!” Irene called through the door, stifling a giggle. “Go away.” She then whispered to Michael. “You’d better get dressed. Who knows what she’ll do if she finds a handsome man with a cock piercing in my bed.”

Michael nodded and slipped out of the bed, pulling on his clothes. He’d need to shower again before Scott got home.

“Whose car is out front?” Camille demanded from the other side of the door, amusement barely contained in her voice. “You’d better not have that pretty yoga instructor in your bed. She’s mine. You know what happened the last time you cheated on me!”

It only took Michael a few seconds to get dressed. Irene wondered if he had been in this sort of position before. She simply slipped on a robe and then opened the door.

“No, Camille, that slut you want to fuck isn’t in my bed.”

The dark-haired Camille briefly looked at Irene and then spied Michael slipping on his shoes. “Who’s that?” she asked with a sly smile.

“I’m Michael,” he said, answering before Irene could say anything. “I’m her massage therapist. We were just finishing up a session. Would you like to book one?”

Camille looked him up and down. “I would never say no to an offer like that…”

“But he’s booked up for the next year, isn’t that right, Michael?” Irene prompted him.

“Sadly, yes, but…”

“I’ll see you soon,” she interrupted him, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the room, down the hall and stairs, to the front door. Camille watched from the top of the stairs as the two kissed exactly like lovers would, before Irene pushed him out the door.

Catching Camille looking at her, Irene actually blushed.

“Is that how massage therapists say goodbye now, or am I behind the times?” asked Camille.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

After putting his cage back on, Michael spent far too much time in the bathroom looking at his naked body. He felt like a girl in high school too carefully inspecting his body. He had showered to remove any trace of Irene’s scent from his body. He had inspected every inch of his skin to make sure there weren’t any stray marks or scratches from having sex with her. It took him an hour to go through this process.

When the cage was back on, Michael relaxed. Scott wouldn’t suspect anything. They had gone into this phase of their relationship together with the understanding that it was a game, but a game that would result in more intense sex. Maybe the sex would be less frequent, but it would be intense.

And it was. But Michael was jealous of Scott who got to cum whenever he wanted. That was why he learned how to defeat the simple lock to the cock cage. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to wear the cage—just the opposite in fact, he liked how it felt and he liked the way Scott treated him when he wore it—but when he wanted it off, it had to come off. 

He often wondered if Scott had been with one with the PA ring if he would be wearing the cage, but Michael entered their relationship with the piercing, plus he was naturally submissive when it came to sex with me, so that was that. 

Buying the lock picks was the one purchase he hid from Scott. It only took him fifteen minutes of practice to get the lock off the first time. After that, he could do it in less than a minute every time. 

He was lying to Scott, of course, about remaining in chastity, but he lied to Scott about a lot of things. Michael didn’t feel any guilt about taking off his cage when he wanted because, in his studied opinion, Scott didn’t take it off often enough and didn’t make the teasing leading up to his release sexy enough.

Scott got home at a reasonable hour that night, which was unusual. They had an unplanned night together, which was even more unusual. 

“Do you want to watch a movie or TV or read tonight?” Michael asked him after dinner.

“I want to fuck you. Get your clothes off.”

Knowing it would be upset Scott, and make him suspicious, if he refused Michael did what his boyfriend asked. It didn’t matter that he had had sex with Irene earlier in the day. He knew he had to perform for Scott and that made him nervous.

They had gotten to the point in their relationship where they didn’t really undress each other anymore before sex. They both stripped, Michael down to his cage, Scott to his tight black underwear. Michael’s eyes went immediately to the key on the chain around Scott’s neck.

Scott noticed his boyfriend’s stare. He fiddled with the chain. “You know, you’ve been a good boy lately,” he said.

Michael smiled. If only Scott knew what Michael had been up to. It was his little secret. 

Normally when they had sex, Michael would suck Scott’s cock and then Scott would fuck his ass. Sometimes Michael got released, sometimes he didn’t. It was all part of the game. Michael both loved and hated cumming in the cage; it took a lot of effort and there was no real relief. He loved it when Scott fucked his ass and played with his cock at the same time; that was his favorite.

Tonight, when Scott went down on his knees and quickly removed the cage, Michael didn’t know how to react. He stayed soft, mostly from the surprise, he told himself, not because he had fucked Irene earlier.

Scott pouted a little. “Normally you get hard the moment I take off the cage.”

“You surprised me,” Michael replied. “Normally you tease me a lot before you take off the cage.”

“Yeah…I want to put a ring on you, make you nice and hard.”

Michael didn’t point out he was already wearing a ring, the CBR at the end of his cock. He also didn’t point out that he wore a second ring around the base of his cock to support the cage.

Neither would mention the idea of engagement rings or wedding rings. They had been together for more than a few years, but they still weren’t ready for marriage. Neither considered himself the marrying type.

Scott went to the dresser where they kept all of their sex supplies. A moment later he returned with a thick silicone ring. He struggled to stretch it wide enough to slip it over Michael’s cock and balls, settling it into place where Michael was accustomed to the retaining ring of his cage. It was tight, but not too tight. 

“Very handsome,” Scott muttered right before taking Michael’s cock into his mouth.

Michael couldn’t remember the last time Scott had sucked his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time Scott had handled his cock in any manner other than a clinical fashion to secure his cage or move his manhood about to allow easier access to his ass. Or to slap his balls and hurt him.

“Oh fuck…” Michael moaned. “When was the last time you did this…?”

Scott took a moment’s pause in his act of fellatio. “Too long,” he replied and then continued his work on the other man’s cock.

Even having had sex with Irene earlier, Michael’s body still responded to Scott’s blowjob. The cockring definitely helped. He rose up steadily until his cock fully filled Scott’s mouth. 

Years ago, when they first started dating, Michael and Scott had compared cock size simply because they could. Michael, being the submissive, was happy when it turned out that he was smaller than Scott when it came to length. He even said Scott was thicker, though it was highly debatable if Scott had the edge there was well. They both might have had the same girth, but Scott was sure to keep the measuring tape tight around Michael’s erection while keeping it loose on his own so he showed larger.

Michael didn’t mind. It meant that Scott could easily blow him and occasionally went so far as to deepthroat him.

It didn’t take Scott much effort to get Michael on the edge, but before he could cum, Scott pulled back. 

“Your turn,” he said, standing up, kissing his boyfriend, and then pushing down firmly on his shoulders.

With Scott being an inch taller and dominant it was easy to make Michael go down on his knees. He pulled down Scott’s underwear, which was partly unnecessary at this point because his cock was semi-hard and sticking out of the waistband. 

Still, Michael worshiped his boyfriend’s manhood. It was a pleasure to suck and just be at peace with who he was. He liked sucking the head, tasting the slippery precum, caressing his pendulous balls and feeling them tighten up to Scott’s body. He wanted to see how much of Scott he could take down his throat, but before that could happen Scott pushed him back.

“Fuck! You are the best cocksucker I’ve ever had.”

Michael grinned up at him and continued to masturbate him. Michael’s other hand was down between his legs where he checked to see that he was still hard, assisted by the silicone cockring and his own excitement about fucking his boyfriend.

“You say that all the time.”

“Why do you think I stay with you?” Scott stood up and they kissed again. “Get on the bed, on your back. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

This was their usual routine. Michael shoved the fuck pillow under his ass. He watched as Scott lubed up his cock with the big bottle from the dresser. Scott handed it over to Michael who poured some into his hand and greased his ass with it. 

As Scott moved into position, Michael took a moment to reflect on how Scott was still the muscular man he had first met at the gym, admiring his naked body in the shower. They had fucked on the first date and had fucked nearly every day since then.

Or rather, Scott fucked him nearly every day. It was a rare occasion when Michael was in Scott’s ass. They only used condoms when Michael fucked Scott, mostly to protect his piercing. Their first date was a condom-free experience.

“Just relax,” Scott muttered as he held his cock and lined up the head with Michael’s asshole. Michael knew exactly what to do and allowed the other man to violate his body.

“Fuck yeah,” Scott groaned as he entered his boyfriend’s asshole.

Michael closed his eyes, focusing on Scott’s cock. For his part, Scott paused just long enough to let Michael adjust before he started thrusting, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed. Michael’s hand went to his cock, stroking it as Scott fucked him.

The other man slapped Michael’s hand away.

“No. Don’t play with yourself. I’m going to fuck you.”

“I want to cum,” said Michael.

“You’ll cum. I promise. I just want to watch your cock all by itself.”

Michael moaned and let Scott do what he wanted. He didn’t want to argue. Normally Michael needed to stroke his cock while being buggered in order to cum, but occasionally he was able to orgasm when Scott’s cock hit his prostate just right. 

Maybe he could do that tonight.

They rutted in relative silence for a minute, only their grunts and moans filling the quiet.

“Fuck yeah,” Scott groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

Michael could feel him hard and throbbing in his ass. “Yeah, cum in me.”

Abruptly Scott pulled out, leaving Michael feeling abandoned, and Scott pumped his cock a few times with his hand before he exploded all over Michael’s cock and stomach, some of the ejaculate reaching Michael’s chest.

“Fuck you look good covered in me,” Scott gloated.

Michael said nothing. He didn’t mind Scott’s cum. He just wanted to get off so he grabbed his cock and started masturbating again.

“No, let me,” said Scott. Even though he had just cum, he moved between Michael’s legs and took the other man’s cock into his mouth, once again fellating his boyfriend. 

Michael was incredibly hard. He was on edge and the cockring was keeping him nice and hard…but it was also preventing his orgasm.

Scott knew just what to do. As he sucked his boyfriend, he slipped a finger up Michael’s ass, reaching forward for his magic button. 

When he reached it, Michael gasped. He tried to hold back but couldn’t.

By all rights, Michael should have cum so hard that Scott choked. Instead, he just filled Scott’s mouth, straining with each ejaculation.

When he was finally done, Scott moved up Michael’s body and kissed him. Michael tasted the familiar flavor of cum, his own cum, but didn’t fight Scott. He liked this twisted intimacy more than he would admit to himself.

“Was it good for you?” asked Scott when he pulled back from the kiss, Michael’s cum shared between the two of them and swallowed.

“I haven’t cum like that in far too long,” said Michael.

Scott laughed. “Go clean up and take off the cockring. I want to put your cage back on.”

Michael went to the bathroom, washed himself with a wet cloth, and carefully slipped off the cockring, not wanting it to snap back onto his cock or balls. He didn’t want to experience that pain shock that made him want to throw up. He’d fucked more than one guy who wanted to abuse his balls. Michael wasn’t afraid of rough play, but he had his limits.

When he left the bathroom, Scott zipped in. Michael saw the cage waiting for him on the nightstand.

He loved and hated it at the same time. He considered putting it on before Scott returned just to show his boyfriend how much he liked being caged, but he liked being free and not having his flesh imprisoned. He just relaxed on the bed and thought about what he was going to do next.

He hardly noticed when Scott reentered the room, he didn’t realize what was happening until Scott was putting the cage back on his cock. 

“He’s so small and turtled up,” said Scott as he put the metal around the flesh. “It’s almost like he wants to be inside the cage all the time.”

Michael said nothing. That wasn’t what he wanted, but it didn’t matter because Scott would do what he wanted and Michael could escape the cage whenever he wanted.

“I don’t have to wear it at night when I’m sleeping next to you, you know,” said Michael when Scott was done and put the key chain over his head. “I’m not going to cheat on you in the middle of the night.”

Scott kissed him. “I know, because you’re wearing the cage.” He gave Michael another kiss. “I like having you in the palm of my hand. I like controlling your cock. And I love you.” There was one last kiss before Scott slipped under the covers and went to sleep.

Michael lay there a long time before he too drifted off.

 

Chapter 4

 

Irene: Camille and Del said I should wait several days before messaging you. 

Irene: Fuck that. I want to get laid again.

Irene: Also, I had a great time with you.

 

Michael looked at the messages on his phone. Scott was already gone to work. He had some free time. Not enough free time to go over to Irene’s and fuck her—or do anything with her—but some free time regardless.

He had a decision to make. Break it off with her? Ghost her? Continue on with Irene, but what was going to become of that? He was with Scott, wasn’t he? Tell her everything? Tell Scott everything?

In short, Michael had no idea what to do.

 

Michael: There’s no need to wait to send a message. That’s a stupid rule someone made up because they don’t know how dating and sex work.

 

He figured she’d take some time to reply. She was probably at work already.

Her answer came almost immediately.

 

Irene: I know how dating and sex work. 

Irene: Are you busy right now? Want to fuck?

 

Michael was simultaneously surprised and aroused at her boldness. 

 

Michael: I have to leave for work in fifteen minutes.

 

It wasn’t exactly a lie. He had an hour, but even that was too rushed.

 

Irene: Damn. I was hoping for a repeat performance.

 

Michael didn’t want that. He needed a little time to recharge before they had sex again. Fucking two different people was exhausting. 

 

Michael: We need to set up a date and time.

 

Irene: Right. In the meantime send me a picture of your dick.

 

Alone in his house, Michael laughed. He’d received dick pic requests before, but never from a woman. 

 

Michael: You’re kidding, right?

 

Irene took a long minute to reply. When his phone chimed with the text alert, he couldn’t exactly believe his eyes. It was a close-up picture of her pussy with the familiar dark blonde strip of hair above the slit. It was obvious she had taken the picture herself; the framing wasn’t great and was slightly out of focus. That didn’t hide the moisture of her amrita on her slightly spread lips and the clit just showing at the top of the slit.

His phone chimed with a text message.

 

Irene: Does she look fuckable or eatable?

 

Not knowing what else to do, Michael just sent a one word message.

 

Michael: Wow!

 

Irene: Now show me your cock.

 

He hesitated. There was no way he was going to send her a picture of his cock in the cage. The easiest way to take off the cage was the emergency key in the lock box Scott had bought that had an electronic keypad to open it. If Michael opened the box to use the key, an automatic text message would be sent to Scott. The key was ONLY to be used in case of emergency. 

Picking the lock would take a minute. Michael was fully dressed. He knew this was going to arouse him. He was worried what his cock would look like fresh out of the cage. Would there be marks from the bars of the cage?

Fuck it. He’d do it. He pulled his lock pick set from out of his work bag, unzipped his pants and got to work. Under pressure it took him longer than expected, but he still popped the lock.

Right away, after slipping the lock free and sliding off the cage, he started to get hard. He didn’t have enough time to remove the retaining ring before he got hard.

Michael knew he didn’t have enough time to get ice and make his cock shrink to slip off the ring (and then take a picture, put everything back on, send the picture to Irene, and get to work on time). 

“Fuck it,” he said and angled his phone to take a decent picture of his cock. He had done this before for Scott (and other men he had flirted online with) but never a woman. He should have saved some of those pictures, but they were long gone. It was the same process. It didn’t take him long to get a decent picture of him in his fully erect glory, topped by the CBR, and enhanced by the ring behind his balls.

 

Irene: Hot

 

It was a simple and direct reply to his single texted photo.

 

Michael: Thanks

 

He hadn’t thought ahead. He still needed a baggie of ice to shrink his cock enough to stuff it back into the cage, but the anxiety of getting everything squared away in time was gone.

 

Irene: I want to fuck you again.

 

Michael: When?

 

Irene: ASAP. I’d say now but…

 

Michael: Tomorrow morning before work? After work? During work?

 

Irene: How about tomorrow night, after work? As soon as you can be here. My roommates don’t get home until later. 

 

Michael: I’ll be there.

 

*****

 

That evening Scott insisted that they go to the gym for a hard workout. Michael wasn’t particularly motivated, but he didn’t want to worry or upset his boyfriend. After an hour-long workout, they were both hot and sweaty. 

Since the gym catered primarily to gay men, it was no big deal to find men flirting everywhere. It was common to find naked men walking casually from the lockers to the showers. The placement of both locations was purposely inconvenient so that whoever wanted to display himself could.

Normally Michael and Scott used towels for a modicum of modesty. This time, however, Scott insisted that Michael walk naked.

He kept their towels away from Michael.

“What are you doing?” Michael complained.

“I want to display you,” Scott said with a mischievous grin. “Let’s go fishing and see what we catch.”

Michael stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “Really? Here? Now?”

“You know I like to watch other guys fuck you.”

It had been a while since they had had a threesome. The last time they had invited another man into their bedroom Scott had indeed mostly been interested in watching Michael suck the other guy’s cock. (What was his name? Darren? Richard? Bill? It didn’t matter.) And then watching some more while Michael got fucked in the ass.

Scott had been masturbating the entire time, watching the scene. He barely touched the other guy. It was always that way. Scott liked Michael to be his little, private porn actor. Michael was okay with that, but it was not exactly what he wanted.

Though Michael did like it when Scott fucked him after the other guy was done. Michael liked having multiple partners.

“You want to pick up someone in the gym and take them home and fuck them?” Michael asked his boyfriend.

Scott looked at him innocently. “Yes. Why not? Don’t you?”

It was a game they had played before. They hadn’t done it in a while, mostly because Michael wasn’t a huge fan of walking around advertising for sex wearing just his chastity cage.

Or not advertising sex because of the chastity cage. It was strange, when he wore it out in the open men were more attracted to him. This ploy had worked before for him and Scott.

With a sigh, Michael stood up from the bench and sauntered off to the showers, meeting the gaze of every man who looked his way. Scott followed, watching closely.

Some guys looked back. Some looked away. Some smiled. Some didn’t care.

The showers were divided up into two spaces: individual stalls for privacy and central pillars for communal bathing. Michael went to one of the pillars, turned on the water, and waited.

It didn’t take long. 

It never did.

 

Joe was shorter than them both, but he made up for his lack of height with an incredibly cut musculature. The only surprising thing about Joe was that his cock was smaller than Michael’s.

Of that, Michael was certain. He had given the man a blowjob while Scott watched, nodding his head in approval. Joe was one of those guys who liked to strut around, cock first, as if he were the gods’ gift to men. While he had the body, he didn’t exactly have the dick. If he had been a straight man, he would have made up for his lack of adequacy by driving an overly large pickup truck.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” said Scott when Michael took a break from his enthusiastic, and performative, blowjob.

“Fuck yeah!” Joe agreed.

“Get on your hands and elbows, Mikey. Ass in the air. I want to watch his butt as he reams you.”

Joe frowned. “You’re not going to take off his cage?”

Scott shook his head. “No. He hasn’t earned an orgasm today.”

“I like to play with my man’s cock when I fuck him,” said Joe.

Scott gave him a winning smile. “You can play with mine. Two for the price of one.”

Joe was amenable to that. It took a couple of minutes of preparation, but in short order Michael was on the bed he normally shared with Scott, his ass in the air, waiting for Joe’s cock. Joe hadn’t lost his erection in the interim. Michael suspected the younger man was just a cockhound—he was the right age for it—and was currently one of those lucky guys who could maintain an erection all night and all day.

Taking a breath, Michael calmed himself and waited for Joe to enter his ass. The moment Joe knelt behind him, Scott swooped in.

“Here. Let me. I know him better than anyone.” 

Michael didn’t have to turn his head to know that Scott was pressed up against Joe’s body, fondling his cock, running his hands over the man’s smooth, hairless skin. If anything, Joe had less hair than Michael. His legs were bare. The kiss that Scott gave Joe was audible as Michael waited.

This was the lot of the submissive. This was what Michael liked as much as he hated it. 

The head pressed against his anus. Scott encouraged Joe to move forward, tugging on his cock. Michael relaxed and his sphincter opened up so that Joe could push all the way in.

“Oh…fuck yeah,” Scott moaned. “Fuck him. Fuck my boyfriend.”

Michael knew that Scott was running his hands all over Joe’s body, worshiping him, controlling him like a toy. Scott grabbed Michael’s hips and started with slow steady strokes. After a moment Joe’s hand went around to Michael’s cock, but only found hard metal.

“You like wearing that cage?” he grunted. “You like taking my dick?”

It was more a statement than a question. 

“Yeah. Fuck me,” Michael begged. “Fuck my ass.”

Joe couldn’t resist playing with Michael’s cock, tugging on it, pulling it, yanking it just enough to be distracting.

“If you fuck him just right, you’ll make him cum in his cage,” said Scott, amused. “He’ll have a little sissy-gasm and then us two men can fuck.”