Spencer shuddered, but didn’t freak out. He stared at Nick with wide eyes, but didn’t fight. And he didn’t fight when Nick moved harder, fucking himself on Spencer’s dick, damn near brutal, and hell, Nick would feel this for days, but he didn’t care.
Spencer squirmed, but his hands were firmly clenched around the chains. Five, six, seven vicious thrusts, and Nick felt Spencer come, wild-eyed and sweating, chest pumping empty, his cock moving inside him. Nick pulled his hands back and moved harder, faster, used one hand to get himself the rest of the way there, and came too.
Nick slumped over Spencer, catching himself on one shaking arm. “You weren’t . . .” He paused, catching his breath. “Supposed to come yet.”
“I’m sorry,” Spencer said quickly, still breathing hard himself. “I . . . I couldn’t . . .”
Nick silenced him with a lazy kiss. “Might have to punish you for that.”
Spencer whimpered softly. “I’m sorry.”
Nick lifted himself up and stroked Spencer’s hair. “I know. I’m not angry.”
“Good.” Spencer smiled, relaxing a little.
Nick kissed him again. “But I should still punish you. Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“If that pleases you,” Spencer whispered, and Nick had to grin at the hint of wickedness in his sub’s tone. An unspoken Bring it on. Spencer genuinely disliked doing anything to displease Nick, and as long as he knew Nick forgave him, he happily took whatever punishment Nick dished out.
Nick rose off Spencer, then removed the spreader bar and the cuffs. They cleaned themselves up—Nick was tempted to suggest a shower together, but the one in this flat was prohibitively tiny—and returned to the futon.
Though there shouldn’t have been, there was plenty of room for the two of them on the small mattress. Nick had shared this bed with another boyfriend ages ago, and it had been crowded as hell. No elbow room, no knee room. And that boyfriend had been significantly shorter and narrower than Spencer. But he and Spencer just fit together. Arms around each other, legs loosely tangled up, Spencer’s head on Nick’s chest. They occupied as much space on this bed as they did on the giant one back at Spencer’s place, and Nick was perfectly comfortable like this.
“We were going to try out some toys, weren’t we?” he asked, absently stroking Spencer’s short hair.
“I think so,” Spencer said. “Some, um, devices?”
“Mm-hmm.” Nick dropped a light kiss on Spencer’s forehead. “And maybe, in light of you coming without permission, we’ll go with something a little more . . . severe.”
Spencer tensed slightly. “More severe than what?”
“More severe than me just telling you not to touch yourself,” Nick teased. He nudged Spencer’s shoulder. “I’ll get my bag. See what you’ll be wearing to the office on Tuesday.”
Spencer shuddered, but he obeyed and sat up.
Nick reached for his bag and dug for a number of options. He could discard three entirely—Spencer was simply too large for them, and they did need at least a bit of play when his dick tried to get hard.
He found one of his favourites—a stainless steel cage that would serve its purpose beautifully. He hadn’t used this one more than once or twice.
Spencer licked his lips when Nick pulled it out and lifted it up high enough for him to see. “That one should fit.” He reached for Spencer’s dick and pulled him closer by it. Spencer immediately complied. When Nick pushed the steel sleeve over his dick, Spencer tensed.
“C-cold.”
“It warms up quickly.” Nick pulled it in place, closed the securing ring around Spencer’s balls, and inspected it from all sides. There were holes at the tip, allowing Spencer to piss, but the cage held his cock at a severe curve down, making it impossible for him to get hard. Coming was out of the question. It was weightier than one in plastic, but he did prefer steel for this. It was just a more primal material, stronger, unyielding, and the fact that it didn’t splinter or scratch even with heavy use was another plus.
Spencer stared at him, as if about to bargain, but he didn’t.
“That works on you. It’s a good look.”
Spencer chuckled. “As long as I can wear it with a suit.”
“Oh, definitely. It’s a very good look under a suit.” Nick kept the cage in place with one hand, then kissed Spencer. “Considering I like your dick that much, nobody else can use it.”
Spencer swallowed. “No. It’s yours.”
God, fucking hell, this man was perfect.
This thing is going to drive me insane.
Nick snickered over the text from Spencer. That’s the idea, he wrote back. A second later, he added, Have we learned anything from this experience?
He continued getting himself ready to go to the Garden. He was halfway through shaving when a text message pinged his phone again.
Don’t come until you tell me to.