“It’s perfect,” Danny whispered. He stepped out of my embrace and handed me the cage. “Will you put it on me?”
“Of course.” I kneeled before him and ran my hands up the outsides of his thighs. The sight that caught my eye when I looked up gave me pause. His brow was furrowed and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. “What’s wrong, Danny? If you don’t want this, tell me. I promise I won’t be mad at you for speaking your mind.”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His skin flushed pink with embarrassment. Now, I really wanted to know what he was thinking so hard about.
After an uncomfortably long silence, he responded, his words so quiet I could barely hear him. “What if someone at the airport sees it and they pull me for a search?”
Okay. That wasn’t something I would have been worried about if the roles were reversed, but by now, I knew that Danny sometimes found unique things to dwell on.
“Would it be easier for you if we packed it in your carry-on and you could put it on once you’re through security?” If that would ease his mind, I would quickly stow the cage so I could spend the rest of our time together comforting him.
“It’ll mean more if you put it on me.” I wasn’t so sure that was the case, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. I stood, slipped his hand in mine, and led him to the bed. Danny needed time to work through his anxiety, and then he’d fill me in.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure you won’t be the first or even the thousandth boy who’s worn a device like this through security,” I reassured him. “And I bought the plastic one so it wouldn’t trip the metal detectors.”
“But they’ll see it on the x-ray machine thingy. Don’t those see everything?” His face paled, and I bit back a chuckle.
This was the same boy who wanted me to tell him how I’d fuck him over the edge of the bar when we weren’t alone, but the idea of someone he’d never have to see again noticing a cage on his dick had him ready to melt down.
“They may, but again, it’s probably something they’re used to. What do you think they do when people have piercings down there?” Danny’s eyes grew wide and his jaw went slack. “That’s probably a lot more embarrassing, but I can’t imagine they’d pull every person with a genital piercing into a side room.”
“You’re probably right,” Danny conceded.
“Is that your only fear?” It was a lot to ask of him to wear a chastity device the entire time he was home. For all I knew, his family had issues respecting boundaries and his bigger concern was someone walking into his bedroom and seeing him while he changed. “I’d much rather we work through everything now, rather than adding to the stress I know you’ve been trying to hide from me.”
“I don’t want you worrying about me,” he mumbled. His hands were folded neatly in his lap and he wouldn’t look at me. “This is supposed to be when I prove to both of us that I’m here because I want to submit to you and not because it’s taking the easy way out of adulting.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around Danny’s waist and pulled him onto my lap. It was uncomfortable and we nearly toppled off the edge of the bed, but I needed him to truly focus on what I was about to say. “Baby, I don’t think anyone would think you’re taking the easy way out. Did you do that in the past? I can’t say for certain because I wasn’t there. But I know the man you’ve become, and I hope that this trip will let you see yourself the way I do.”
“How is that?” Danny rested his head against mine and hummed quietly when I started rubbing his back.
“You’re beautiful and strong. If you were just looking for someone to make decisions for you, there were dozens of other men you could have picked,” I pointed out. A boy who fell into the lifestyle for the wrong reasons, wouldn’t have played hard to get as long as Danny did. This boy made me work for a chance with him. “When you submit to me, I can see the war you wage with yourself, but you relent because being a submissive is who you are. It’s not a weakness, it’s your greatest strength.”
“It doesn’t feel that way sometimes.” His body sagged against mine.
I closed my eyes and took a few steady breaths, reminding myself he wasn’t only talking about what we did together. Going home likely brought old hurts back to the surface, and he was struggling in silence rather than allowing me to shoulder that burden for him. I would, happily, but only if he needed that from me.
“If you told me in no uncertain terms that you were done with what we’ve been doing, I would have to cut you loose.” Even saying these words out loud cut me to the core. “It would kill me, but I would because I respect that I only hold your submission as long as you allow it. And you trust me with the most vulnerable parts of yourself. That isn’t something a weak person could do.”
“I guess you’re right.” His entire torso rose with a deep inhale, then fell just as quickly as he let out a huff of air. He climbed out of my lap and presented himself in front of me. “I’m ready now, Sir. I want this. I don’t want you to drop me off at the airport without a reminder of who I belong to.”
“See, strength.” Now, it was my turn to have shaky hands as I quickly slipped the ring of the cage behind Danny’s sac. He whimpered, and his cock started lengthening. That wasn’t good. I needed to hurry, otherwise there was no way I’d get it on him. “Relax. It’s going to hurt if you get hard.”
“I’m not exactly trying,” Danny sniped. “It just happens when you’re holding my dick in your hands.”
I reached around and swatted his ass. “Careful, boy. You don’t want to have a heated backside for your flight, do you?”
Danny cocked his head to the side, as if trying to decide how he wanted to answer the question. Cheeky little shit. Finally, he shrugged. “There are worse things I can think of. Would it make me greedy if I asked to have both the cage and a spanking?”
“Let’s see how well you can behave.” I shifted my focus back to locking him into the cage. His little moans had my dick tenting the front of my pants, but I ignored if for the time being. Today was about Danny, and if I had to, I could jerk off once he was safely inside the airport. When I was finished, I admired the handiwork. This piece was from the same company where I’d purchased his plug, and the details were subtle but made all the difference. “Damn, boy. Now I’m sad that you’re going to be leaving me. I want to make you walk around the apartment all day in nothing but your cage.”
“Maybe when I get home?” Danny suggested.
I opened my arms wide, inviting him closer. He practically crashed into me, causing both of us to fall backward. He rutted against me, and I wasn’t sure which of us he was torturing more. I could get off, but I had other plans. My boy didn’t even have the luxury of getting hard anymore.
As soon as he realized his predicament, he stilled and groaned. “This would suck so much worse if I wasn’t going to be away from you.”
“And that’s exactly why you’re wearing it,” I pointed out. I tapped his hip twice, the signal he’d learned meant he needed to move off of me. “Now, I think you’ve earned that spanking you wanted.”
