We remained lip-locked until I was breathless and my cock hurt, trying to get hard in the confines of the chastity device.
I broke the kiss. “You’ll make me come even in the cage if we continue.”
“Oh, it’s my fault?” Charlie moved back on my lap, then stroked my upper thighs.
“Yup.”
“I love how insatiable you are and not afraid to show it. Are you always that horny?”
“Well, yes and no.” I reached for my dick, needing the relief, but Charlie caught my hand. “Being around you intensifies it. But I could deal with excess horniness if I could burn some energy at the gym. I still haven’t found one close that wouldn’t reek of toxic behavior and offensive commentary. And I know I don’t have a leg to stand on, being a white cis male, but it just pisses me off.”
“Yeah, you’re exactly that, but you’re not an asshole.” Charlie sat up straighter. “Why don’t you open your own gym? You know so much about workout and diets.”
“That’s insane. I—” I was about to say I knew nothing about running a gym, but that wasn’t true. The look Charlie was giving me was full of encouragement. “Do you think I could?”
“Yes,” He said without an ounce of doubt. “I’m a nobody dreaming of playing my own music for a living. Would opening a gym be your dream?”
Goosebumps broke on my skin. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Charlie took my hands and intertwined our fingers, his positivity and belief in me, filling me with courage to even consider what we were talking about. “Tell me, what would be your ideal gym?”
I didn’t have to think about it. The image was clear in my head. “It would be in a neighborhood where people of all genders and orientations would be safe walking to and from the place. The vibe would be friendly and free of judgment. Strict policy of no hate. And… the towels would be hot pink—”
“—So no one would steal them,” we said in unison and burst out laughing.
“Well, I’d absolutely love to go to a gym like that. And so would Trixie, and probably two dozen of our friends.” Charlie stroked my shoulders, and I felt his excitement in the touch, mirroring mine. “How’d you feel about running it?”
“I’ve worked in gyms since I was a teenager because I wanted a discount on membership to lose weight. Which in my case resulted in turning the fat into muscles. I have a decent grasp of how the booking system works, the maintenance, and equipment, that kind of stuff.” As I was saying it out loud for the first time, it hit me that the idea made sense.
“That’s fantastic! And you’ll know who to hire too, since you’re familiar with exercise plans too.” Charlie’s genuine smile told me he believed in my dream more than I’d ever had. He believed in me more than anyone else in my life.
“Oh yeah. I’ve been a trainer on and off, but I only did a course on muscles and diet. I don’t have a degree or anything.” School had never been my strong suit, and I’d never lied to myself about it. But Charlie had been an A student even when we were kids, and now had his own column at a newspaper. If he said I could open a gym, then maybe it was possible.
“Okay. I’m looking for buts, but are there any? How about funds?” Charlie stroked my shoulders.
“You found abut.” I snorted. “I have a healthy sum set aside for a new start here, but it would maybe cover the solicitor and rent for a place for the first month, but not renovations. And that’s where the big money goes.”
“Shit. Maybe we could organize a fundraiser?”
I shook my head. “Nah. It sounds like asking for money from people who don’t owe me shit. I’m not even from here.”
“I’ll figure something out. But I believe you can do anything you set your mind on, Cupcake.” Charlie kissed my nose, grinding on me, a sly smirk on his face.
I groaned and grabbed him by the hips. “Oh yeah? Today I set my mind on giving myself to you to play with. I’m so strung right now.”
“I know of a massage that would help you with that.” Charlie waggled his eyebrows. “It relieves tension too.”
“Tension in my dick?”
“Yup.” He hopped off me and crooked a finger.
I was on my feet and following him to the bedroom in a flash. Fuck. I was so whipped and I loved it.
Chapter Twelve
Charlie
Itook Trent’s hand and led him to my bedroom. “I’ll remove the cage, but you can’t come until I tell you, deal?”
