It felt like my dick was stuck.
I mean, it was, but I hadn’t expected it tofeel like that.
“It hasn’t fallen off. Stop staring at yourdick.” Porter’s teasing had me squirming and didn’t help with the dick issue atall.
“It’s weird.” I wasn’t supposed to touchit, but shifting in my seat made the cage move, so I wiggledagain.
“You already said it didn’t hurt.” Porter’stone and wicked grin said he didn’t consider weird to be a bad thing.
“It doesn’t.” I didn’t want him to thinkthat it hurt.
It was just…weird.
“I feel like my dick is stuck. It’s morepsychologically weird than anything else.” I shrugged as Porter chuckled.
“That’s because you’re looking at it allwrong.” He reached over to pat the front of the cage, making me moan. “This ismy toy that I’ve locked away for the time being. It’s not yours at all.”
It might have been the words or his touchor just the way the feeling in the car had changed, but suddenly my dick wasfighting to get hard again. I’d barely gotten it under control and now we werestarting over. He was a stubborn thing who kept trying to push his way out nomatter what I told him.
Porter must’ve realized that too becausehis smile widened and he reached up to tweak my nipple. “I can’t wait to gethome and strip you down.”
Derek had voted that weekends should bedevoted to the cock cage with me staying naked the whole time.
He was very helpful.
And he’d invited me out to hang out in afew weeks when I was between classes and had more time in my schedule.
That’d been the strangest part of theentire trip.
Porter’s comment and the look in his eyeshad me wondering. “You were a bit vague about when you were going to let me outof this thing.”
I hadn’t been mentally all there when we’dbeen talking about it, but I had a memory of him talking around that answerinstead of giving me an exact time.
“It’s not locked.” His response made mesnort.
“We both know that’s not the point.”Besides, Derek had given us a tiny lock that went with it, but Porter hadn’twanted to drive with it locked. I think he had visions of having to explain tothe paramedics why my dick was locked up.
Probably not a bad idea, but I couldn’thelp poking at that one again. “Are you going to lock it when we get home? Theones online were usually locked.”
Googling that had been interesting.
Nodding, Porter went back to stroking thefront of the cage through my clothes. “Yes, once we get home.”
And once we made sure all the windowsdownstairs were covered.
But that didn’t tell me how long I’d bewearing it.
“What are we going to do this afternoon?”Yeah, I’d wussed out, but I decided I wasn’t ready to know the answer to myquestion.
“How about a movie and we relax for awhile?” Porter kept his possessive hold on the front of the cage, making ithard to focus on the conversation. “Then later, we’ll see how it feels for youto have an orgasm while locked up.”
The matter-of-fact way he said that made iteven more erotic than just what flashed through my head. I had to swallowbefore words would come out of my mouth. “With it on?”
Porter smiled, finally removing his hand aswe turned into the driveway. “Yes, it should feel interesting.”
I had a feeling that would be anunderstatement.
As he parked and turned off the car, he lookedat me. “Wait for me to open the door.”
