I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, but her name was still blurry to me. I took another deep breath.
“I was a terrible son,” I whispered to James. He wrapped his arm around me, and I lost control of my emotions again and more tears fell.
“You were not a terrible son, Brandon. You were Haley’s only child,” James said as I leaned against him.
“We always fought,” I reiterated something that James had heard me say before. “I made many mistakes, and I never got to tell her that I was sorry or how I felt.”
“Now’s your chance, Brandon,” he murmured and kissed my forehead.
I took another deep breath and looked at my mom’s name.
“I’m really sorry for all of the grief and trouble that I caused when I was younger and living at home.” I pulled at the grass near my knees. “I think I held a grudge because I never knew who my dad was, and really I should’ve been more appreciative of you for trying to be both my mom and dad. I know you did your best, and I’m sorry that I acted like it wasn’t good enough.”
I took another deep breath and sniffled to clear my stuffy nose.
“I didn’t mean to disappear, Mom,” I sobbed. “I’m so sorry that I left home like I did. I’m sorry you worried. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“She knows, Brandon.”
We stayed a little while longer, and I told my mom that overall I was doing well. I had good days and some days that were more of a challenge for me. But I had the stability of James and some new friends who had become my ‘ohana.’
13
James
I would be lyingif I said that I hadn’t been ecstatic about tonight. For many years, I had dreamed of having a session in Club Oxygen with a bottom who could meet me toe to toe. Brandon had exceeded my expectations at home and had handled everything that I had thrown his way so far. I had worked out an incredible session in my head that should meet both of our needs and desires. Humiliation and punishment sessions were the magic button with Brandon. I made sure to tease and taunt Brandon all afternoon by making him wear a cock cage.
With my hand on Brandon’s shoulder, I guided him toward the men’s locker room of Club Oxygen. We went to my designated locker, and Brandon waited patiently on the bench until I got the locker door open. He kept his eyes on me and didn’t let them wander. One of the things that I had found so interesting about Brandon since the very first time that I had brought him here was that he had natural manners and knew how to act in this kind of environment. He knew not to stare at someone having a panic attack, and he knew to keep his voice down in the hallways and locker room. His focus was always on me, just like a good pup.
When I turned to face Brandon, he was sitting there staring up at me, waiting for instruction. I winked at him and smiled when he smiled up at me. I unbuttoned my cuffs at the wrists and pulled the hem of my shirt out of the pants.
“Come on, pup. Let’s get you out of these clothes and ready to play.”
“Out of everything, right?” he questioned. There wasn’t any hesitation on his part or nervous sound to his tone or mannerisms. By the time I answered his question, he already had his shirt off.
“Yes, pup,” I replied.
I planned on wearing the black pants that I wore to the club during my session with Brandon. They had enough stretch in the fabric and allowed for ease of movement. While I took my shirt off and hung it up, I watched Brandon quickly shed his clothes. He gathered them quickly in his arms and when he saw that I hung up my shirt, he set his pile of clothes on the bench and then began to fold them with care.
While he folded, my eyes were drawn to his cock as it filled the metal cage. Staring at it was making me hard, mainly because I knew it was uncomfortable. I’d never had a bottom that was able to withstand this cage. But Brandon hadn’t been bothered at all by it. The inside of the cage allowed for very little room. Even the slightest swelling could quickly remind the one wearing it that he was being naughty. Each of the metal coiled rings that made up the cage had metal pins, or nails, that would touch the penis if the one wearing it swelled any. Even walking could make it uncomfortable. At the end of the cage was a urethra plug. Brandon had worn this nearly all day and hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom. Of course, he knew that if he truly had an emergency then he could have told me. I started vocally checking with him every half hour from noon on to make sure he wasn’t keeping quiet about having to go.
I sat on the bench while Brandon put his shoes and clothes in my locker on the shelves along with the bag I had brought with some fresh clothes for us to wear home tonight.
“Should I shut it?” Brandon asked as his hand was on the locker door.
“Not just yet. Come here, pup.” Brandon took the two steps toward me to close the space between us. I gently lifted the cage with his cock in it and then cupped his sack. “I need to take this off first so we can put it in the locker.” I massaged his sack with my thumb and enjoyed watching him squirm with pleasure.
“Mmm, I like that,” Brandon murmured.
“I know you do, pup. How did you like this cage today?” I asked as I began unscrewing the two tiny screws near the base of his cock that held the cage in place. After I removed it, I checked his shaft for any abrasions or bruising.
“Mmm, that feels nice,” Brandon cooed as I handled him while I checked his skin. There were some surface scratches from the metal pins, but nothing had broken the skin.
“And? How did you like wearing it?” I asked again. I was eager to hear his assessment of such a fine cock cage.
“I liked it a lot. It made me feel like I was being punished. When I could feel the pins, it drove me wild. There’s so much pressure. I really liked it.”
“That makes me so happy to hear that you liked wearing this. Can you imagine me fucking you while you wear this? All that motion making it uncomfortable for you. I might put you in this some afternoon and let you have first-hand experience with the figging that you were so curious about,” I taunted while I gently ran my thumb down the length of his shaft.
