Page 160 of Fragments

My dick is straining against the cage between my legs, the steel cutting off circulation. I’m about to go in for one last shot, when a buzz of electric fire tingles across my dick, spreading all over my loins.

“Fuck,” I choke, coughing because it literally knocked the air out of me.

My head flings around the room, and sure as shit, there’s Velle standing in the doorway, holding up the remote and smirking like Satan in a cop uniform. He winks past me, and when I turn back to Lex, he’s grinning up a storm.

“Maybe we found something that could make our relationship work,” he sneers.

I grumble in pain, flipping my legs over the side of the bench and squeezing them together.

This sucks. Goddamn cock prison.

Lex and I go back to the table to finish our meal, and the whole time I’m flinching, expecting a shock out of nowhere. It doesn’t happen, but the fear of waiting for it to happen is almost worse.

Afterward, we’re all filing through the hallway, but before I’m shoved back into my cell, I sidle up to the new guy and murmur a threat that I’m sure will be the first of many.

“If you touch him,ever, inanyway… I’ll kill you slow, and painful.”

A week of wearing this stupid electrocuting male chastity thing has just reaffirmed what I already knew about myself.

Cage or no cage, nothing’s gonna hold Warren Xavier’s libido down.

I’ve learned to live without the use of my dick, though the shocks are really no picnic. Yesterday, Velle caught me outside of the showers, eating Hancock’s ass, and he shocked me for so long I thought my pubes were going to start sizzling.

Yea, it hurt. So what?It’s just pain, andpainis what I deserve.

It really doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.

I’m completely unhinged in this place. Which again, just goes to show that prison or not, I’m still just a hopeless, raging sex fiend, and without that, I have no fuckingcluewho I am.

Lex and I are trying to bejust friends. I guess for him, it’s working well enough, though it’s noticeably different. We don’t talk anywhere near as often as we used to, and I can tell being around me is hard for him. Part of me wishes I wasn’t like this… That I wasn’t such an epic disaster of a person, and couldreallybe what he needs.

But that’s just a lie…Isn’t it?

We’re in the showers, and I’m trying to wash around my cock cage, even though Velle told me it’s water resistant. Not sure how that’s possible when it contains electricity…

Lex probably knows. He’s so smart.

Byron is between us, which usually happens now. Lex tries to put as much physical distance between him and me as possible, like some sort of self-imposed restraining order. Of course, I’m stealing glances when I can, trying to be subtle because if he catches me, he might leave. But I can’tnotlook at him…Remembering the way we used to be.

When I could touch him whenever I wanted, and even though he’d act chagrined, he would shiver and hum and lean into it.

When he kinda, sorta let it slip that heloved me, right over there, in that corner.

Unfortunately, that’s only one thing that’s happened in these showers. And theotheris what’s written on his face every time we come in here.

Frustrated, my eyes slide off of Lex’s hot body, creamy flesh covering definition of slim, perfectly taut muscle, and they land on our new buffer, Byron. Byron is also cut, but his skin is a slightly deeper complexion than Lex’s, due to his Korean heritage. He also has some tattoos, whereas Lex currently has none.

Byron is another one who claims he’sstraight. I’m sure hewas, outside of this place. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to stay that way, a notion that becomes especially apparent when his gaze sneaks over to mine. He catches me looking at him, but doesn’t say anything. Just licks a droplet of water off his lip, letting his eyes travel briefly over my naked back and ass.

It’ll probably happen. He’ll fuck me at some point, and I’m sure we’ll both get off, because that’s the point. I’ll do what my body needs, even if my mind isn’t totally there…

And that rotten lump in my chest is somewhere else altogether.

I’m contemplating this as we get dressed and head out, back to the row. But Velle grabs me before we can get there, hauling me off in another direction. Toward the East Wing.

I’m instantly tense. “I don’t wanna go back…” I shiver, the farther down we get in the building. It’s so fucking cold in here right now, the dead of winter hitting the island hard. “P-please, Velle.”

“You want that thing off, don’t you?” he grumbles, pulling me along.