Page 3 of The Year of Us: October

Cory

If someone had told me this time last year that I’d be madly in love with a man I willingly—gleefully—let lock my dick in a cage, I’d have told them they were fucking nuts.

But the only crazy one was me. I managed to get a bit of sleep but had set my alarm for when Reese got off shift.

Though sometimes it was nice to wake up to the feeling of him sliding inside me, I wanted to be awake tonight.

My poor cock tried and failed to get hard.

I’d played around with chastity before, but it felt different when Reese locked me away.

It was more real. Nothing Reese and I did felt pretend.

There were no masks between us, no scripts to read from.

We were just two men, kinky, and in love.

The cage on my cock made me feel like it was Reese holding me, enclosing me. Keeping me.

I texted Reese when he got off work, asking him to hurry, but telling him to drive safe. I was a slut, but I was a safety-conscious slut. I wanted him home in one piece so he could fuck me stupid.

Reese didn’t text back until he was home.

I just pulled up. You better be ready for me.

Dropping my phone, I rolled over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. Squirting a generous amount onto my fingers, I positioned myself on all fours and reached around, plunging my fingers into my hole.

Footsteps approached and I fingered myself faster, hissing through the slight burn as I went from two fingers to three, stuffing them as deep as they would go. A belt buckle clinked. Leather whooshed out of belt loops. I would know that sound anywhere.

“Please, Reese,” I begged him for it. “It’s been forever.”

The belt hit the floor with a thud and instead of the mattress dipping, Reese grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

A hand came down and he struck me just once on the right cheek of my ass before he pulled me closer.

My feet came down, touching the floor, and Reese kicked them apart, then slotted himself between my legs.

I’d barely managed to pull my fingers free when he shoved his cock in my ass, burying it up to the hit.

“Oh—holy fuck.” I gasped as pleasure ignited my body, obliterating my brain.

Reese fucked me hard. Relentless. His hips snapped, driving his cock into me deeper than I thought possible and yet still not deep enough.

I needed… fuck. I needed his hand on my cock.

Anything on my cock. I needed to get hard.

Instead, Reese fucked me into oblivion, denying me my orgasm, but overloading my body with pleasure.

He set a brutal pace, barely managing to talk because he was breathing so heavily.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

My hand scrabbled at the sheets, and I gripped handfuls of fabric like they were the only thing capable of keeping the world from spinning.

Reese was close. I could tell by the way his grip tightened on my hips.

By the shift in his breathing. His rhythm faltered as he came, driving deep, slamming into me over and over like he wanted to bury his cum so deep it would never leak out.

He collapsed into a sweaty heap on top of me and let out a half-drunk sounding laugh. “Holy fuck, I needed that.” His laugh tapered off after a few seconds. “When I can function, I’ll get that cage off you and return the favor.”

“Or,” I mused, still pressed between him and the mattress, half on, half off the bed. “You could leave it on until tomorrow.”

Reese went still, then pushed up, lifting his weight off me. I stood and stretched my body, feeling the incredible ache from where he’d slapped my ass, from where he’d pounded into my body and fucked me so hard I was going to feel it for days.

“Really?” Reese asked. “You’re sure?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t. Suddenly bone tired, I crawled up the bed and climbed under the covers. Reese stripped down and joined me.

He used to worry about how he smelled after a shift. Like sweat and booze, but I’d confessed that he just smelled almost good enough to eat. Reese thought I was crazy, but he stopped asking if he should shower when he got home.

Reese snuggled up to me, and using my chest for a pillow, he draped his arm around me, tangled our legs together, and let out a happy-sounding sigh. I raked my fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead, and ignored the way I could feel my pulse pounding in my cock.

“I can’t believe I’ve never asked this,” I said, immediately getting Reese’s attention.

“What?” Reese asked, pausing to let out a yawn. “I’m sure we covered all the kinky bases? Was there one we missed?”

“It’s not about that. Not directly anyway, but what are your thoughts on costume parties?”