Chapter Nine

Trent

I was dreaming. That had to be it.

I was a willing participant, but the reality was skewed. In a good way. Charlie didn’t expect me to overpower him or be rough because of my size. Instead, he listened to me and read my deepest desires like an open book. The novelty of that experience was a complete eye-opener, and I put my body in Charlie’s hands with trust. He could do as he saw fit, and I was certain he would take care of me like no one ever had.

His warrior body was adorned by scars mapping his brave journey to becoming the person he was now. His lithe physique and flat stomach told me he worked out but to stay in shape, not get ripped. The time I spent at the gym made me feel vain, but working out had been the one thing that gave me confidence and let me burn energy at the same time. Now I see how much the latter mattered when I’d lost access to a proper workout space.

Thankfully, Charlie was helping me get rid of my pent-up horniness.

Charlie caressed the inside of my thighs, sending goosebumps up my legs. I followed his prompt and lifted my hips for him to put a pillow under my ass, then I spread my thighs wider.

My heart beat fast at the lust-filled expression he had looking at my body. Thankful for my grip on the headboard, I held still when Charlie dipped his head. He placed a kiss on my groin, the side of my cock, and my balls, inching lower.

I moaned and closed my legs around Charlie’s head on instinct.

He emerged with lifted eyebrows.

“Sorry. It just felt so good.” I parted my thighs.

“Let’s try again.” Charlie’s smirk was the reason butterflies were having a rave in my belly. Full-on with music and glow sticks.

The moment his tongue flicked over my sac, I pulled my legs together. Shit.

“Stop that,” he laughed. “Or I’ll have to tie you up.”

“That’s a great idea! I won’t hurt you that way. I have resistance bands in the duffel right in the corner.” Excitement flowed through me at the thought of Charlie having all the power over me.

“Are you sure about this?” Charlie frowned, caressing my ankle.

“Yeah. I trust you, babe.” I propped myself on my elbows to see him better.

Charlie looked into the duffel. “You have an entire bag of lollipops in here.”

“I like the flavor. I buy them in bulk and order the strawberry chapstick in packs of four.” Shit. The lipstick info was not supposed to come out. Well, Charlie didn’t seem to notice, busy retrieving the neon pink bands.

“Let me guess—no one would steal them?” He waved the rubber in the air as he brought it over.

“Exactly.” I grinned and wiggled my toes.

Charlie tied my ankles to bedposts, making sure my blood flow was fine.

I tested the bonds by pulling my legs together. “Oh, that’s such a good way to train inner thigh muscles.”

Charlie chuckled. “Trust you to find a workout opportunity in everything. Now relax.” He pushed me to lay back and found the lube standing in plain sight on my nightstand next to a box of tissues. He said nothing, but gave me a wicked look of understanding, then climbed between my legs.

I didn’t know what I was expecting, but when Charlie’s tongue passed over my pucker; I tensed and threw my head back. Good thing he’d tied me up.

“Is that okay?” Charlie asked, massaging the delicate spots on both sides of my balls with his thumbs.

“Yes. It’s just new. Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t for what felt like days filled with his hot tongue, bringing me an intense sensation I’ve never known before. Soon, I was a writhing mess. Charlie worked magic over my hole while squeezing my inner thighs, pressing his fingers into the places I didn’t know were so sensitive to erotic play. However, the pinpricks of pleasure his hands sent through me were nothing compared to him paying so much attention to my pucker.

“I’ll use a finger now.”

“Please.” I wiggled my ass, the movement spreading my pre-cum over my abdomen. If he’d touched my dick now, I’d burst.

Charlie must have known that because he avoided my cock.

Cool gel dripped from my balls to my ass, and a slick finger prodded at my hole. I panted, grabbing the sheets on both sides of me.

“Breathe and relax. I’ll make it feel good.”

“It already does. Fuck, Charlie, I feel like my body is on an elevated plane of existence.” I took a deep breath and released it in a squeal as I felt the intrusion. I clenched instinctively, but forced myself to relax. “So good.”

Charlie worked his digit in deeper and it felt completely different from the time I played using my own fingers. Then the second one slid in, stretching me, turning me into a moaning mess. Every few thrusts, Charlie added lube, making the initial slight burn disappear.

“That’s it, Cupcake. You’re doing so well.” Charlie’s voice had a guttural quality to it, as if he was enjoying it as much as I was.

He put one hand on my lower abdomen while keeping fingers of the other in me. Then a wave of intense pleasure and pressure spread from where he was touching me and through my body.

“Holyfuckingshit!” I arched, but Charlie held onto me, pressing on the spot inside me again. “Jesus Christ!”

“Nope. But it’s definitely your prostate.” Charlie’s wicked laughter of triumph floated in the air like music.

“I didn’t know—Ah!—That it could feel that way.” I had the urge to close my eyes, but I fought it to watch Charlie’s flushed face as he took my cock in his free hand and stoked.

My body was possessed by a sex demon named Charlie and I writhed accordingly, thankful for the binds around my ankles.

Charlie hummed appreciatively. “That’s it. Let go. Come for me, Cupcake.”

The inhuman noise filling the room was coming from me as I came for what seemed like forever. Cum shot on my abdomen and chest but I felt like it should reach the ceiling and punch a hole through it. My body was a trembling jelly, and I was sure I wouldn’t walk for a week.

Charlie dipped a finger into my spunk and put it into his mouth.

I groaned. He was threatening to shorten my refractory period to a minute. Then he scooped my cum with two fingers and slid them into my ass.

The ring was sensitive, but Charlie’s movements were like a massage.

I alternated between whimpering and moaning, but when Charlie licked my cum-streaked hole, tears sprang into my eyes. He moved away, quickly wiping his hands and my belly with the towel we discarded on the floor.

Charlie untied my ankles and lay next to me, stroking my arm. “How are you feeling?”

“Fulfilled. Like I could sleep for a week, but I’m also wide awake.” My smile was lazy as I snuggled into Charlie and pulled a sheet over both of us. “How did I do?”

“Oh, Cupcake. You were perfect.” Charlie cupped my cheek and kissed me briefly.

I reached for his hand. “You can do some magical stuff with those fingers.”

He waved them at me. “I practice every day. On my guitar.”

“Well, I love a guy with skilled fingers.” I grinned and kissed the callused fingertips one by one. “Will you show me more?”

“Not today. Let your ass rest. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Tomorrow?”

Charlie chuckled. “We’re both at work.”

I groaned. “Will you meet me for pancakes at Randy’s after we finish? Let’s say six?”

“Sure.”

The rest of the day flowed easily as we snuggled on the couch and watched crap TV while eating Chinese takeaway.

I didn’t spend enough time with Charlie to declare I had feelings for him, but they were there. I couldn’t help it. Something was developing in my heart that made me want to listen to him talk, tell stupid jokes to make him smile, and cling onto him like he was my sexy comfort blanket.

My apartment felt empty when he’d left, and I forced myself to work out for an hour to avoid texting him. Clingy wasn’t a good look, but fuck, it had been difficult not to beg him to stay one more night.

I had to be at the construction site at five in the morning, and he started work at nine at the office.

I lay in my bed, replaying the way Charlie undid years of my repressed needs in the span of several hours. I gripped my half-hard cock and stroked it, then reached underneath my balls, pressing on my pucker. It was sore, but the pressure spun arousal in my abdomen. I added lube and slid a finger in. My frantic movements created chaotic pleasure, and I came in under a minute.

But Charlie did it better. So much better. He got me hooked on his touch so quickly; it was scary.

In a post-inadequate-orgasm dramatic state, I picked up my phone.

Trent: My fingers don’t feel as good as yours. And I don’t have dildos.

I added three sad-faced emojis to drive the message across.

The reply came right away.

Charlie: Don’t put anything without a flared base there! Not your water bottle, and not even that lube tube shaped like a dildo.

I giggled like a loon.

Trent: How did you know?

Charlie: I saw you eyeing it.

Trent: But I’m horny.

Charlie: Oh, Cupcake. I’ll fix that in a few days.

Trent: I don’t want to wait.

I whined and rolled back and forth on the bed. This was torture.

Charlie: I can make you.

Trent: How?

A picture loaded of a black hollow plastic shaped like a flaccid cock with a hole at the end and a padlock at the top. The link that popped up right after, had my blood pressure skyrocketing as I continued reading about a cock cage.

Charlie: What do you think?

Trent: omg yes! Can you come over now?

Charlie: No. But I can meet you tomorrow at Randy’s on my lunch break at noon.

Trent: I’ll be there.

I burst into Randy’s like my ass was on fire. We had under half an hour before Charlie would have to return to work, and I was late because my boss had been stalling with letting me go on my break.

Charlie was already waiting for me in the booth I called ours since the day we’d reconnected.

“I ordered your favorite.” Charlie pushed the plate my way as I sat opposite him.

“Thanks. I love those dino pancakes. The more I eat, the more addicted I get to them.” I took my fork, but pointed it at Charlie. “But we’re here on serious business.”

He ginned. “Do you need to use the bathroom now or after you eat?”

Fuck, he was so handsome when he smiled.

I slid out of the seat and stood up in a flash. “I desperately need to go now.” Chastity device, here I come.

Charlie was holding onto a laugh, but I could see the mirth in his eyes as he led me with his hand on my lower back.

We ventured into one of the gender-neutral bathrooms at the back, walking as casually as a horny man and his friend could.

My hands shook, and Charlie took them in his.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? You seem nervous.”

“It’s my low sugar and excitement.” I shrugged. “Can I see it?”

“One sec.” Charlie washed his hands and dug out a box from the pocket of his black cargo pants. He opened it as if it had an engagement ring inside, looking up at me, waiting for my reaction.

The gasp that left me was probably the same sound I’d make if he’d gone on one knee. “It’s pink.” I poked the plastic contraption with a finger and grinned.

“So no one would steal it.” Charlie smirked, taking it out.

I burst out laughing so hard tears sprang to my eyes. “I expected it to be smaller.”

“I’ve seen your cock and taming that thing even in rest will require some space.” He glanced at the tent in my shorts that proved his point. “I want you to be comfortable.”

“Thank you. I shaved like you suggested.”

“Show me.”

I had to conquer being shy about my body when I signed up for the gym years ago. In retrospect, that had helped with my hookups, too. Now, I could jump around Charlie naked all day if he’d let me. I dropped my shorts and boxers to mid-thigh.

Charlie crouched on the floor and reached for my dick at half-mast. “Don’t get hard.”

I sucked in a breath. “I’m trying, but it’s not easy when you’re holding it.”

He slapped my cock gently, only making the situation worse. “When did you jerk off last?”

“This morning, but I want to do it again.” I thrust my hips forward.

Charlie’s gaze turned wicked, and he tugged my dick, then let it go. “Show me.”

“What?” My squeak of surprise came out louder than I expected.

“Show me how you jerk off. I want to watch you. That way I can learn what you like.” He winked as he stood up. “For future reference”

“Oh, fuck.” That got me hard in a second. I squeezed the shaft then stroked, watching Charlie’s face as his gaze was on my hand working.

His open expression of lust-filled joy was the same as when he’d been bringing me intense pleasure in my bed. “Touch me, please.” I whispered, not above begging, if needed.

Charlie cupped my sac and fondled my balls. That did it. Heat built in my abdomen fast, and my legs trembled as I tightened my grip on my dick. Charlie’s warm touch with the sexy-as-fuck look he gave me sent me over the edge.

I aimed at the open toilet, but Charlie caught some of it in his free hand instead. He let go of my balls, scooped my cum from his palm and sucked his fingers into his mouth. The second scoop, he offered to me and I obligingly lapped it off his fingers, meeting his heated gaze. I’d do anything he asked. Clearly, he knew it, and I was loving it all the more for it.

“My cum is sour.” I grimaced, swallowing. Good thing I had a bunch of lollipops in my pocket to kill the taste.

“I like it.” Charlie licked into my mouth with a quick swipe of his tongue. “Now stand against the wall.”

I followed the instructions and linked my hands behind my back, preventing myself from disturbing Charlie.

He crouched in front of me and licked the crown of my dick. I hissed. It was still sensitive, but wouldn’t get hard. At least not for the next five minutes. Although Charlie was on his way to make sure that would be impossible for longer than that.

Charlie slid my cock into the neon pink plastic and my balls through the hoop underneath. Then he locked the tiny padlock on top.

“How does it feel?” Charlie patted my thigh as he stood up.

“Snug, but it doesn’t pinch anything.”

Charlie traced a finger over it, capturing a drop of cum at the tip. “How do you feel about it?”

“Weird because I’ll feel it all day. But it will make me think of you touching me.” I flicked the padlock with my thumb. “What will you do with the key?”

“I’ll keep it close.” Charlie took a delicate chain from under his t-shirt and clipped the key to it.

“Neat.” I grinned, seeing how the new pedant rested above his heart. “When you sent me the picture yesterday, I’d read about cock cages and what they could mean. Now I can feel like I’m yours.” I swallowed. “Am I yours, Charlie?” Am I your boyfriend?

His smile was like a ray of sunshine hitting my face. “Yes, you’re mine, Cupcake.”

“I love when you call me that.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Good.” He pulled up my boxers, tucking the cage in. “Now let’s go before we get into trouble with the diner staff.”

“My food must be cold. But it was worth it.” We exited the stall, and I turned to the bathroom wall that was covered in chalkboard paint with random scribbles from the patrons.

I took pink chalk from the bucket attached to it and wrote: “Dino pancakes rock!”

Snorting laughter like a pair of naughty teens, we returned to our seats. I slathered my cold pancakes in syrup and shoved them into my gob with gusto.

“I can’t meet tomorrow. I promised I’ll pick up my dad after he drops his car to the repair shop. Then mom insisted I need to stay for dinner. Are we still on for Friday evening? We’ll have to watch the movie and chill alone as Trixie is going on a date.” He waggled his brows. “That gives us plenty of time to check out how you’re coping with your new device. Will you be okay for two days?”

Arousal hit me at the thought and I hissed as my cock wanted to harden but couldn’t. “I’ll be there. I’ll text you the exact time when my boss calls the day. Sometimes we need to stay longer to finish the job before the weekend.”

“Sounds good. I’ll check in on how you’re doing and will send you care instructions. Let me know if something feels off, and I’ll come with the key.” Charlie’s watch beeped. “That’s my alarm. My break is up soon. I gotta run. See you in two days, Cupcake.” He stood up and approached my side of the booth.

I held my breath, unsure what he’d do.

Charlie kissed me. On the lips.

In the middle of the diner, with everyone watching. Yeah, I was definitely his now.

“See you then, babe.”