Peter swallowed, shaking his head.
“He was very upset when I reminded him he could use it to get out of the cage whenever he wanted,” Carver said.
Tex looked down at him with the same wolfishly pleased grin Carver had worn in the car.
“That’s interesting,” he said, grabbing Peter by the neck and pulling him into his chest. “Are you sure? We won’t let you change your mind once it goes on.”
“I’m sure,” Peter said, anything but. He might very well be setting himself up for the most sexually frustrated month of his life, but if it meant he got to feel likethis, it was worth it. He buried his face deeper in Tex’s chest, the tight compression suit smelling like sweat and alpha, Tex’s heart beating against his cheek in a steady rhythm.
“Then let’s get you locked up,” Tex said, keeping him pressed up against his chest with a firm hand on the back of his neck. “Carver, do you know which bag it’s in?”
“I do,” Carver confirmed. Peter listened as Carver found and unboxed the chastity device. He came up behind Peter, pressing close to his back and squeezing him even harder into Tex’s pectorals. “Got it right here.”
“God, this is hot,” Tex growled, the words followed by the sound of the two alphas making out. They pressed forward, grabbing each other and pulling themselves together, crushing Peter to the point that he couldn’t breathe.
“We should wash it,” Carver said, pulling away. “Get him ready, will you?”
“I will, and I’ll enjoy it,” Tex said, pushing Peter away from his chest. Away from the warmth of his alpha, Peter felt lost. When Carver rushed from the room, Tex called after him to get some frozen peas as well.
“Need to make that little hard-on of yours go away,” Tex explained at Peter’s confused look.
Everything after that happened in something of a blur. Tex casually manhandled him over to the couch, pulling down his pants and pushing him back so that his bare ass hit the leather seat-cushion, crouching down between his legs and taking hold of his cock.
Breathing fast, Peter watched as Carver came back into the living room, carrying a pack of frozen peas and the cock-cage.
“Are you going to put it on now?” Peter asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” Carver said, sitting down on the couch next to Peter and dragging him onto his lap. His muscular suit-clad thighs spread wide, forcing Peter’s legs to spread even wider. He slapped the pack of frozen peas down on Peter’s erection, holding it in place as Peter yowled.
It was cold!
“Say goodbye to your hard-on,” Carver growled, intense and making Peter shudder in pleasure.
Lifting the bag from his crotch, Tex and Carver examined Peter’s cock. It was cold and shriveled, looking tiny in Tex’s big hand.
The sight was enough to get the blood flowing back into his cock, resulting in the frozen peas being slapped back into place.
“Horny little fucker,” Tex commented.
“We’ve got to work fast,” Carver agreed.
The next time Carver lifted the frozen peas, Tex wasted no time pushing the pieces of the cock-cage into place over Peter’s cock. There were two rings, one that went around his balls and another that went around the whole base of his package, both of which were connected to the cage itself with two small padlocks on either side of his cock.
“It’s tight,” Peter commented, trying to make sense of the strange feeling. The cage was tiny, making his cock look pathetic and small.
“Does it pinch anywhere?” Tex asked, moving the cage around and giving it a little tug.
Peter shook his head. It was tight, but only in the sense that his cock didn’t have a lot of room in the cage. Nothing pinched or hurt.
Aroused by the sight of his trapped cock, Peter felt himself harden, only for the cage to prevent more than a barely-there stiffening.
He gasped, the sensation horrible and restrictive. Already it was too much.
Tex caught his eye, grinning. “No safeword for a month,” he reminded him, sadistic glee coloring his voice.
“I can’t get hard,” Peter said, a little shocked even though he knew that this was exactly what was going to happen.
“That’s the point,” Carver said, stroking over the cage. He lifted Peter up, making him yelp in startled exclamation, and put him over his knee. “Now we just need to deal with the fact that you came without permission. I think twenty hits with your new paddle should do it, don’t you agree?”
