Officer Cain - Part One: Officer in Charge (6 page)

I said yes to a beer and he got one for each of us.

“Here you go,” he said, sitting down next to me, close enough that our shoulders were touching.

“Are you going to take this off?” I asked, the cage impossible to ignore.

“Not unless you safeword,” he said, wrapping his arm over my shoulder. He took a sip of his beer, looking at me expectantly.

“What happens if I do?” I asked, worried he’d say it would be over.

“I take it off and we only use it again if you ask for it,” he said, hand coming up to play with my ear. I took a sip of my beer, thinking it over.

“OK,” I said, deciding to just try it. It was hot, the idea of giving up control of my libido to Cain. That he would own that part of me all the time.

“Yeah?” Cain leaned down and kissed my neck, stubble rubbing the skin raw. “That’s so fucking hot.”

I smiled, taking another sip of my beer. Having pleased him, making Cain happy, was
intoxicating
.

We finished our beers and spent an hour talking about nothing at all before Cain drove me home. Wearing the cage under my clothes I felt incredibly conspicuous, as though everyone would see and
know
that I was wearing it.

When I crawled into bed, unable to jerk off as I usually did to fall asleep, my belly curled with excitement. I touched my caged cock, feeling the smooth plastic, marveling that Cain had the key to my cock. That he had locked it away as though he owned it.

I couldn’t wait until I saw him again.