He cut off, his cheeks going pink as Noah’s words sank in.
Noah smiled. “Figured it out yet?”
Benji nodded, his eyes stuck on Noah’s hand as it emerged from the suitcase holding a chastity cage.
“Hold still,” Noah instructed. “And donotget hard.”
“Easy for you to say,” Benij said thinly. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Noah slipped the cage over his shaft and then fastened the base ring behind his balls. He twisted the tiny key in the equally tiny lock and placed the key on the nightstand.
Noah sat back, admiring his work: Benji splayed out on his bed, naked save for a cock cage and his collar.
“Huh.” Benji shifted, testing the feel. He touched the tip of the cage, pressing through the gaps to touch his soft cock. “It fits perfectly.”
“Custom-made,” Noah said. “Like your collar.”
“Really?” Benji laughed, flushing harder. “Wow. You really do spoil me.”
Noah didn’t respond. A hot, possessive feeling was curling through him as he admired the view. He had meant the chastity cage to be something fun to try on their trip. But now he couldn’t stop thinking about Benji wearing it on their wedding day. Couldn’t stop thinking about covering him with things they could hide under Benji’s suit. Bruises, collars, plugs—everything to mark Benji ashis.
“I want you to wear this,” Noah heard himself say. “Until the wedding.”
Benji stared up at him, mouth open. “Seriously? We haven’t even set a date.”
“One month from now,” Noah decided. “Can you do that for me?”
Benji looked down at the cage, swallowing hard. Noah did not doubt that if he didn’t have that cage around him, he would be getting hard without Noah even having to touch him.
“If this is just to make sure I’m not jerking off,” Benji started jokingly.
Noah shook his head. “I know you’re not. I just think it’d be a nice reminder.”
Benji bit his lip. His cheeks were still pink, the flush spreading down his chest. His eyes were half-lidded, and Noah could see what he was imagining: wearing this cage under his clothes, feeling it brush against his boxers every day.
“Can I take it off to pee?” Benij asked. “Or sleep? Or shower?”
“Yes to anything in a bathroom,” Noah said. “But I want you to wear it when you’re asleep. Can’t have you waking up hard.”
Benji’s throat clicked. “So… so I can only get hard if you tell me?”
Noah nodded. It was a step further than anything they’d done before. Benji could still get hard before this, even if he wasn’t allowed to come until Noah allowed it.
Benji’s eyelids fluttered. His breathing was heavy, his flushed chest rising and falling as a giddy smile broke out over his face.
“What about when we fuck?” he asked.
“I’m glad you asked.” Noah leaned down and closed his teeth around Benji’s nipple. He waited for Benji to arch up into it, then slid his hand down to cover the chastity cage.
Benji’s breath hitched on a giggle. “Shit, that’s so weird. Like… everything isthere. Like, my heart’s speeding up. I’m sweating. I should be hard as fuck. But I’m still soft.”
“Does it feel good?” Noah asked.
Benji nodded eagerly. Then he paused. “You’re going to let me get hard at some point, right? You’ll let me come? It’s amonthaway.”
“Sometimes,” Noah promised. “If you’re good.”
Benji groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. But he was grinning as he squirmed against Noah’s hands.
“You crazy shit,” Benji said. “Why did I sign up to this for the rest of my life?”
