“Yes, Daddy,” Vincent whispered, stealing a chaste kiss from Mal’s lips. “I will.”
* * *
Beneath the icy,pelting spray of the shower, Vincent slid the solid steel ring down the side of Mal’s now-flaccid cock, introducing it to the metal without capturing it inside. When it arrived at his base, Vincent delicately pulled some of his scrotum through the ring, then guided one of Mal’s testicles through. The sensation was jarring, and Mal let a sound roll from his lips that was somewhere between pleasure and uncertainty.
Vincent looked up at him, his hand stilling. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, baby,” Mal promised. He shivered. “Keep going.”
Vincent’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before it dipped back to the task at hand. Stunned, Mal watched as Vincent guided a little more skin through the steel ring, then reached around and pushed Mal’s second testicle through the space, using slightly more force than the time before. With his balls loaded through the enclosure, Vincent’s hand dipped one more time, directing Mal’s softened cock through the remaining space. It was close-fitting, but the warmth of Vincent’s hand and the restrictive properties of the metal were too good to let Mal notice for long. When his dick was fully captured, a startling jolt of pleasure shot through him, and, unable to help himself, he bucked into Vincent’s hand. His lapse of control over his body changed nothing—the ring was secured behind his balls now. It wasn’t going anywhere.
“Does it feel okay?” Vincent asked. He ran his fingers along the ring, disrupting the flow of water that streamed down from northern parts of Mal’s body. “It shouldn’t be too tight. It should only be snug.”
“It’s… different.” Mal swallowed and shivered again. The bulk of the spray from the shower broke against his back, protecting Vincent’s nude body from its frost. “It doesn’t hurt. Snug is a good word for it.”
“Good. If it’s too big, you’ll escape, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Vincent came close again, chest to chest, seemingly unfazed by the frigid temperature. He spoke the last word into Mal’s ear. “Daddy.”
“No, baby,” Mal breathed. He ran his hands down Vincent’s back, then squeezed his ass, wanting him badly. His dick was too cold to get hard, but his body was still willing. “We wouldn’t want that at all.”
“Are you ready for the next step?” The clink of metal preceded the question. Vincent had picked up the cage from where it sat on Mal’s shower shelf, dislodging the padlock to leave on the shelf. The sound of it burrowed down Mal’s spine and, paired with the ice water pelting his back, he trembled.
“Yes, baby,” Mal uttered. “Lock me up.”
The cage was made of concentric circles of steel welded together along the underside. The dome meant to contain the head of Mal’s cock was fitted with six arched pieces of steel, shaped round and smooth, that met the smallest ring at the very tip of the cage—the one he was supposed to urinate through. Two pins jutted out from the largest steel circle at the base of the cage, designed to fit into the ring now in place behind Mal’s balls. With steady-handed precision, Vincent fitted the pins into the appropriate slots and united the locking mechanism of the ring—a peg with a hole for a tiny padlock—with the circular slot on top of the cage. When they were joined, Vincent picked up the padlock from the shower shelf, slid it through the hole in the peg, and closed the lock.
With a click, Mal was denied orgasm.
Doctor’s orders.
“It looks beautiful on you.” Vincent’s fingers trailed over the ridges of the cage, every touch a tease that made Mal wish he could get hard. “Two weeks won’t be a problem with this on, will it, Daddy?”
The gentle way he spoke was juxtaposed by the dominance in his voice, and it chilled Mal just as much as the shower did. He slumped against Vincent’s chest, needing him, but knowing that he couldn’t have him. The dynamic between them was caught in a constant state of flux, power flowing to one, then the other, as it saw fit, and this sudden exertion of dominance from Vincent turned him on.
Mal trusted his body with no one else.
“It won’t be,” Mal whispered. The sound was washed away by the beat of the shower on his back, the patter as it danced off his skin and hit the frosted glass partition dividing the shower from the rest of the bathroom, and the rush as it swirled down the drain.
There was a hint of humor in Vincent’s voice when he spoke next, darkened by lust and made tender by affection. “And if two weeks isn’t enough… if I tell you to wait twelve weeks before you can come… that won’t be a problem, either, will it?”
Mal gasped. His hands tightened against the rounds of Vincent’s ass, and he pushed his cheek against Vincent’s shoulder, as though clinging to him more closely would shield him from the proposed outcome.
“If that’s what it takes to make a baby with you, Daddy,” Vincent uttered, pleasure-dipped words spoken directly into Mal’s ear, “then I’m going to do it. I’m going to keep you locked up. I’m going to make sure you don’t come. I love you, and I want you to be happy. Wanna knock you up…”
“Iamhappy.” How strange it was to say it beneath the spray of the shower, his cock sealed behind steel. “I’m so happy, baby.”
“Good.” Vincent kissed the top of his head. “Then you’ll keep the cage on and come see me tomorrow after work, so I can make sure to keep the area clean and inspect for irritation.”
An out-of-office inspection.
Mal, draped across Vincent’s bed, while Vincent handled the one part of his body he wasn’t allowed to touch.
Building arousal. Trembling need. Helplessness.
Wasn’t he always helpless to Vincent? Enslaved to his word, his wants, his needs, even when he was in control?
“Let’s get you out of the water. It’s served its purpose,” Vincent said. He reached around Mal and turned off the spray. “I’ve served my purpose, too. I’m going to go pick up Nikki and get her settled in for bed. You’ll be good while I’m gone, won’t you, Daddy?”
Shivering, Mal nodded. He released Vincent and accepted his hand when Vincent extended it to him. Together, they left the shower.
