Entry Level 05 (Patreon)

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Chapter 5: Locked In

We took a different way home the next night after work. I don't remember who decided it, or if it was even a decision. We just turned left instead of right at the corner of 34th and ended up on a block I hadn't been on before, a narrower street, fewer people, just a different set of shops and buildings than I was used to. I couldn’t stop looking up and down the block, absorbing everything I was looking at.

Decker slowed down.

I almost walked past it before I registered what I was looking at. The window display was tasteful enough that you could walk by without noticing it, which I suspected was the point. The sign above the door was small and clean. Inside, through the glass, soft light and rows of things I couldn't quite make out from the sidewalk. There were feathers, and some women’s clothes on mannequins. When I looked closer, I saw that one was a male mannequin, and it was wearing a jock strap exposing the ass, and a harness around the chest. 

I chuckled, turning toward Decker. He was already looking at me.

We went in.

It was a bigger space than I expected. That was the first thing I noticed. I had some vague idea of what a sex shop was supposed to look like, based on nothing, and this wasn't it. It was well lit and organized, rows of shelving, glass cases along one wall. Music playing at a reasonable volume. It smelled like a candle store actually, and a vaguely familiar scent I couldn’t place yet, a bit chemical-like, or like glue maybe.

A random guy appeared from somewhere in the back. He was our age, maybe a year younger if anything, blonde and fit, Decker’s height.

"You guys need help finding anything, or just browsing?"

We were just browsing, we said, almost simultaneously.

He nodded like he'd heard that before. He let us walk around for a minute, which we did, saying nothing to each other, picking things up and setting them back down, me pretending to read the back of a box. Then he materialized at my elbow again.

"First time here?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Cool," he said. "There's a section back here you'd probably like." He said it really casually, which made it somehow less awkward, but part of me still wanted to just leave the store. I wasn’t planning on buying anything, and I was pretty sure Decker was in the same boat. We didn’t want attention from the dude who worked there.

Either way, I followed him, and Decker followed me. The section had a small handwritten sign. It read, “First Taste of Wildness”. 

It was a real section. That was actually its name.

He walked us through some of it. He was good at his job, I'll give him that. He explained things without being weird about it, answered the questions we didn't quite ask, moved through the display case like he genuinely liked what he was talking about. I started to relax a bit more, and I started to wonder if any of these things actually made sex better. My skepticism was slowly started to fade.

Then the blonde worker guy stopped at one of the cases and tapped the glass.

"These are popular for first timers," he said. "Chastity cages."

I looked at what he was pointing at. Small, metal, architectural tube thing. He explained how they worked, which I mostly understood already from context, and then he said, "We have sanitized ones for sizing if you want to try one on."

I looked at Decker.

Decker looked at me.

"I mean," Decker said.

“Actually,” the guy said as he unwrapped a box from behind the counter.

“Here,” he said, setting it on a small velvet pad on top of the counter. "This is a brand new one. It'll take thirty seconds." 

I paused, but I faced the thing on the counter. I was already in this deep, I might as well. 

"You just need to, you know," he said, making a vague downward gesture.

”Pull out your cock,” Decker said, smiling ironically. 

I rolled my eyes.

"In here?" I said, looking at the blonde dude, whose face had somehow gotten even more excited with the situation.

"It's fine," he said. "That’s allowed here."

I looked around. There were two other people in the store at the far end, not looking at us. The music kept playing. The candle smell kept emanating from various corners of the room. I looked at the cage on the counter, small and metal and waiting, and then I looked at Decker, who raised his eyebrows in a way that meant he was leaving this entirely to me. There were a few other guys in the rest of the large space, various ages. No one looked creepy, like I would’ve expected. My bias lifted in an instant, and I felt a rush of motivation.

I undid my pants, pulling them down just enough for my dick and balls to fall out the front. Luckily I was only half hard in the moment. For some reason, a full boner would’ve been even more embarrassing.

The specific feeling of doing that in a store, even a store like this, was something I couldn't have prepared for. My hands were surprisingly steady as I brought the “thing” to my dick, which was actually two things that got locked together around the dick and balls, respectively. The blonde helper guy reached down in an attempt to help me adjust the metal parts correctly, but Decker reached his hand in the way. 

“Let me help,” he said before the blonde’s hands touched me. “I’ve seen a video of this before.”

I eyed him curiously, wondering why he had ever seen something like this before, as he bent over and expertly snapped the pieces in place, and then pulled a key out of the locked mechanism that I didn’t even know had been in there.

I was shocked, both at the weight of this thing on me, and the surprising comfort of it, not to mention the revelation that Decker somehow knew his way around the kinky device.

I felt a rush of something I could only describe as aliveness.

"That's your size," Decker said, satisfied. "How's it feel?"

The blonde helper looked at Decker with a little bit of respect.

"Weird," I said honestly. "Good though."

The blonde smiled. "You can wear it out if you want."

I looked at Decker.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah," he said in a very smooth way, his voice a note lower than normal, a tone that answered more than just that question.

I watched the key disappear into Decker’s pocket, and felt something shift in my stomach. It was weird. But it was good weird.

I kept fumbling with my pants and crotch while Decker paid for everything without even talking about it. We walked out together and I tried to act normal, as much as I couldn’t keep my face straight. I was literally asking myself, Wait, what does my face normally look like? Does everybody know.

On the sidewalk, I kept looking down at myself. The shape of the cage was visible through my pants if I was looking for it.

"You can see it," I said.

"You can't," he said. "Not unless you know what you're looking for."

I took his word for it and we walked home, our shoulders bumping all the way.

—[]—

Back at the apartment, Decker didn’t waste any time in undressing me. The moment we walked in, he gently took my backpack off my shoulder, and set it down next to the door. He lifted my shirt and I raised my arms like a little boy. He kissed my face slowly, not on my lips, but more on my jaw, and down my neck. I momentarily wondered when this had become a romantic gay novel that a woman probably wrote, but then I remembered what was going on in my pants. 

Blood started to flow for the first time since I had put it on, and the tension was dense and strong and immediate. 

“Oh,” I said, looking down at myself. “That’s… it’s like, really caged.”

“How’s it feel?” he asked, his hands pausing on my waistband.

“It’s all locked up,” I said. “Nowhere for the cock to go. It’s like my boner is pushing back up into me.”

He chuckled. “I can let you out, if you need it.”

“Not until you want to,” I said, looking him in the eye.

His face lit up as he proceeded to drop my pants and underwear together, his eyes glued to my locked cock as soon as it was exposed. He moved his hands over my body like he was in no particular hurry.

“Turn around,” he said, but I was in a daze, a mind fog, and it didn’t register.

“What?” I said, and he grabbed my hips, moving me until I had turned around. He finished taking off my pants as he pressed his face to my ass.

I exhaled strongly as he stuck his tongue out and did that thing that I love so much. He pressed a hand on my back and gently bent me over, exposing more of myself to him. He reached up and grabbed the cage, wiggling it slightly while he ate me out. The sensation was strong. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I couldn’t.

He stood up and quickly shoved into me, making me gasp.

“Fuck,” I said with a breath.

“Sorry, did that hurt.”

“Yeah, but I liked it.”

He pressed into me firmly, to the hilt. The cage moved with his thrusts, and I could feel the weight of all of it, making the torture that much more intense. I wanted to cum so badly, but I couldn’t. He changed his pace at one point, my arms pressed against the wall. He was slow and thorough, his hands on my hips, adjusting me when he wanted something different, until he sped up again and suddenly finished inside me, with a long exhale that I felt in my spine. My senses were so heightened, I felt like I could feel the exact splashes of cum filling me up, coating my insides.

Afterward he stayed close, his chest against my back, both of us catching our breath, still standing. The room was quiet and warm.

"Keep it on?" he said as he slowly pulled himself out of me.

It wasn't quite a command. It was assertive enough that I narrowed my eyes at him, even though he couldn't see my face.

"Sure," I said.

-[]-

The next couple days, our routine shifted just slightly. I couldn't point to exactly what changed. I was just more open to suggestions from him, quicker to follow his lead, more tuned in to what he wanted.

And, I learned some things from the internet: how to clean the cage, and even some instructionals I probably should have looked up before about how to properly clean out before anal sex. The internet was helpful and non-judgmental about all of it. I'd been lucky up until that point, I realized, in a way that made me slightly embarrassed in retrospect.

But I couldn’t cum, and by day three I was desperate.

I didn't want to tell him I'd had enough and take the key and end the whole thing. This unspoken sex mania at home was my favorite thing in the world at the moment. I just wanted to get him to unlock me. It had to be his choice. That was the part that mattered. 

—[]—

I couldn't sit still all day, a new energy emanating from my untouched cock to the rest of me literally all day.

I was antsy in a brand new type of way, fidgeting, shifting in my chair, tapping my pen against the edge of the desk. The strange thing was that I could actually focus. Better than normal, maybe. The low hum of tension in my pants was like a frequency I'd tuned into, and everything else was more clear than normal. Work was easy to sort through. I moved through my task list faster than usual and didn't even really understand why.

Tony noticed even before I did.

"Did you have extra coffee today?" he said from across the desk cluster, not looking up from his keyboard.

I looked up. "What?"

He looked up then, studying me. "You're bouncing off the walls, dude." He turned his head toward Decker. "Did you give him coke?"

"Something like that," I muttered, my eyes already back on my screen.

Tony sat up. "Really?"

"No," I said quickly.

He exhaled, sat back in his chair, looked bored for a second, and got up to head to the bathroom.

I looked at Decker. Decker smiled at me, and then he put his foot on top of mine under the desk. He held it there for a second, then slid it up my calf. We were in our corner of the cluster, semi-private, the nearest other person ten feet away with her back to us. I kept my breathing even. My heart was already reacting.

He got bolder. His hand moved from his side of the desk, across the gap, landing on my thigh. I looked at him. He looked back at me, steady, a specific look that I had learned over the past two months meant he knew exactly what he was doing.

His hand moved higher. Then his fingers found the cage through my slacks, pressing lightly, jiggling it just enough to make me aware of exactly what was going on inside my pants. The metal shifting against me made my face go hot and my mouth fall open slightly. I gripped the edge of my desk.

Tony came back.

Decker's hand snapped off me. His whole body jerked back into his chair. He turned to his screen with the specific nonchalance of someone actively attempting nonchalance, which is nothing like actual nonchalance and looked nothing like it.

Tony sat down. His smile started small and then went all the way across his face as he looked back and forth between us.

"Were you touching his cock?" he said. Not quietly.

"No," Decker said.

“Were you checking for a hernia? Why were you doing that?” he chuckled in an exhale of disbelief. It was like he didn’t actually examine whether we were gay or not. He thought it was funny that we had been doing something that seemed gay. 

Still, my face was the temperature of a stovetop. I could feel it without touching it.

Tony dropped his head, keeping the stare going, rotating it between us like a slow oscillating fan while we both looked at our screens, trying to ignore him. Then he settled on me. He looked at me closely, cataloguing, and then he turned to Decker.

"How big is it?"

"Shut up," Decker said.

"Is it big? Is it small?" He reached over and poked my shoulder.

"Stop," I said. "We're working."

He dropped into his chair and spun it left and right a couple times, like he was thinking it through. "I bet it's big," he said to no one in particular.

"Not as big as yours," I said, and immediately closed my eyes.

"Really?" He leaned forward. "Lemme see."

"No."

"Please."

It started as a joke and then slowly stopped feeling like one. Tony, when he got interested in something, even an ironically gay sentiment like this, had a way of pressing until the situation became real whether or not it had started that way.

"Is it… thick?" He leaned closer, giggling to himself. "Just show me a pic."

"Tony," Decker said.

Tony looked between us. He leaned in until his breath was close to my face. "I'm curious now. You showed him. Show me."

I thought about it for exactly one second. Thought about the key in Decker's pocket and what that meant, even if we literally hadn’t spoken a single rule about any of it. I thought about what I was, and who I belonged to for this summer, even if neither of us had said any of that out loud.

Not a chance, I thought.

Our boss walked in before I had to say anything. He dropped a stack of folders on the cluster with a decisive thud. He scanned the room, raised one finger at Tony.

“You.”

He walked back out without another word.

Tony stared at the stack. He exhaled through his nose, dragged his chair toward it, and lifted the whole pile into his arms. He muttered as he carried it to his desk, sorting through it with the energy of a man who was completely defeated. Singled out by the universe.

"Fucking hell," he said under his breath. "When the other guys around here are just grabbing each other's dicks all day and I'm the one doing overtime."

Decker looked up from his screen, his face stern. "What'd you say?"

Tony looked at him. "Nothing," he said. He picked up his pen and got to work.

-[]-

On the walk to the subway that night, I felt a throb in my crotch, and I couldn’t take any more. I finally said something to him.

"Decker."

"Yeah."

"I need to cum."

He kept walking. He didn't look at me right away. He let me sit with what I had said for a couple steps while he smirked.

"I'll take it off you tonight," he finally said.

I felt that land in my chest, a type of joy I couldn’t remember ever having before. But I just nodded and we kept walking.