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Footsteps. Warmth—not warm breath like I’m used to from him, just the subtle warmth of another person’s presence. The warmth gets closer, making my heart skip a beat. He must be on his knees now.
What was that noise? A scoff?
There’s a sliding sound. One of the portal doors to my left opens, and a voice floats through, making me nearly jump out of my skin.
“Um…cute look you got going here, guy, but what the hell am I supposed to do with this?” It’s higher-pitched and laughing.
It’s…not him.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
CHAPTER 5
Staring at the suitcase lying open on my bed, it seems foolish to debate whether to bring swim trunks on this cruise. The welcome email I received highlighted all the amenities on the luxury yacht, including a pool and two hot tubs. There’s no way I want to risk the chance of someone seeing the outline of my cage in my trunks. Yet, the thought of the cool water soothing my nuts might be a welcome relief and help get me through the necessary mingling. I can’t just hide in my cabin the entire week while everyone else is living it up in the public areas. I’ll look like I either don’t want the job or I’m some weirdo who hibernates to jerk off. If I could jerk off right now…
Grunting, I adjust myself and toss my trunks on top of a stack of the loosest-fitting shorts I own and zip the case closed. If I weren’t impeded and didn’t hate that man right now, I’d get out my lube, stroke myself stupid, and pretend it was his mouth doing the job.
Is he even thinking about me, I wonder. This is so not fair. He could be out there getting laid right now. Is he enjoying the fact that I have to wait for him to get relief?
A shudder ripples through me, nearly making my knees buckle. Damn. How can I be lightheaded at the odd punch of arousal from the thought of that level of possessiveness? It’s so bizarre. I’m as independent as they come. I’ve clearly been stuckin this thing far too long if I’m getting hot and bothered about possessiveness over my dick.
Flopping back on the bed, I throw my arm over my eyes and blow out a breath of frustration. That jackass doorman threw me out and told me not to come back when I demanded to speak to the owner. He wanted to know my complaint. I could have fessed up, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of discovering my predicament. Knowing him, he’d accuse me of putting it on myself or tell me what the internet said—that I can get it off on my own.
Maybe I can hire a private doctor to make a house call. One who’s discreet, has incredibly steady hands, and can get access to the world’s tiniest grinding tool. The thought of marred flesh at the V of my groin has my stomach churning. I could weep, I swear.
How am I supposed to get through this cruise? I can barely focus, clouded by desperation and arousal. All I can think about is my dick…andhim. The strangest part is how sad I feel. It’s a weighty sensation deep in my chest at the realization my dick has been abandoned. Someone locked it up and threw away the key, like it doesn’t matter or deserve a chance. It was a good dick. It didn’t deserve this.
If I could at least just get off once before I have to go to the airport in the morning, maybe I’ll survive this trip without looking like I’m constipated the entire time and making a fool of myself. I’m so sensitive down there that it’s starting to affect the rest of my body. My nipples have been hard nonstop. When I shampoo my hair, scrubbing my scalp feels almost erotic and has me moaning. I think this thing is making me want to be touched everywhere else since I can’t do anything with my cock.
That’s not entirely true, though, is it? Some of those forum articles I read said you can still get off while wearing a cage. They called it a dry release. Some described it as less than satisfying,while others said they love it when they hold a vibrator on the cage while…
Ugh. That’s not going to work either. I tried prostate stimulation once in college. Once was enough to prove to me that trying to jam my finger into my ass wasn’t satisfying. I went on my merry way with oral and then, after graduation, I finally worked up the nerve to fuck a guy I met at a bar. People with macho asshat brothers like mine aren’t big on experimenting. I found what works for me and stuck with it nicely and discreetly until this fucking mess.
I think that’s what makes this so cruel. I’m a private person. I wasn’t looking for anything kinky. I wasn’t harming anyone and didn’t deserve to be punished. All I wanted was some relief the way I like to get relief at a place that supposedly boasts they can provide it. I think I ask for very little from the world of sex, and now I’m being tortured.
Grinding my teeth, I can’t believe I’m actually contemplating prostate stimulation. I shouldn’t have to, but what other option do I have? I don’t even own a vibrator. Why would I? The only thing I have that vibrates is…
Ah, shit. I didn’t pack my toiletries bag yet.
Shoving off the bed, I grunt at the way my over-sensitized skin feels pressed against the metal bars. In the bathroom, I cringe at the bags under my eyes in the mirror. I look exhausted, but at least I’m clean shaven. Unplugging my razor, I grab my toiletries bag and head back to my room. I don’t know how in the hell I’m going to get any rest tonight, being this turned on. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t pass out from sleep deprivation on day one of this stupid cruise. I can’t believe people on those forums I read said they actually enjoy being in these things. Maybe that’s because, unlike me, they know they can get out of theirs.
I’m about to drop my electric razor into my bag when I realize for the first time just how perfectly curved it is. It’s a slight angle, similar to the one on the cage.
A wave of heat floods my face over even considering it, while a fire blooms in my belly and spreads lower. My cock throbs against the cage like it’s begging to make the decision for me. Some of those guys said they loved how it felt holding a vibrator against their enclosure. I would love to love anything about my predicament, even for only a few minutes.
“Fuck it,” I grumble, yanking my sleep pants down and climbing onto the bed.
Oh brother, this looks strange—both the cage on my cock and the sight of my shaver in my hand next to it. I need to turn my brain off. That’s the only way I’ll be able to do this.
Flipping the switch, the device buzzes to life. Closing my eyes, my lungs are locked up in anticipation. Will this bring me pleasure or further discomfort?
An embarrassing sound tears from my throat the second I touch the shaver to the frame of the cage. Holy fuck. That feels good.
It’s like my dick has become part of the cage, vibrating right along with the metal. Shocks course through my navel and down my thighs, making my eyes want to roll back in my head.
Moaning, I drop my free hand to the bed to brace myself. Jesus, my thighs are quivering. It’s unbelievable—I think…I might actually be able to come.
