He stood there, contemplating it.
Then, he decided.
“Yes, I want to wear it. I can handle it. Will it make you think about me all day?” he asked.
Gene laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Oh, that was an understatement.
For.
Sure.
“EJ, it’ll make me impossibly horny all day just knowing you’re in it, and that’s sadistic in itself for me, and you.”
He smiled, and the joy reached his eyes.
Once more, it befuddled Gene. How could he not want him?
That was crazy.
“I’ll do it,” he said, thankful he could ask for something, and Gene never rebuked him, or laughed at him, making him feel stupid.
He’d always get giddy and join in.
With a maniacal rub of his hands, and a wicked grin, Gene did a little dance all the way to the suitcase not far away.
Ethan laughed.
And there it was.
The joy.
“What is it?” Blackhawk asked.
Showing him as he held it in his hands, Gene held it out.
“It’s a cock cage. You lock in junior, and you can’t get hard all day. If you do, it’s not fun. It keeps your dick in that downward position, and owned. It’s a way of controlling a person when you can’t be hands-on.”
Immediately, Ethan’s dick was standing up.
Gene knew that this was going to be fun for both of them, but for different reasons.
“You’re going to have a long day,” he said, grinning. “I love this for you.”
Ethan loved it for him, too.
Really.
How could he not?
“How do we put it on?” he asked.
Gene explained it, and showed him, but he knew it wasn’t going on unless he came down from his aroused state.
