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“Always, sweet boy.” He cups my face, leans in, and presses his lips to mine. It’s a soft kiss, one full of emotion and not the heat of the moment, which only makes my pulse beat faster. “Open your pants for me. Let’s get your little cock put away before you’re too horny to keep from getting hard.”

Now, I know I don’t have a small dick, and there’s nothing wrong with having one, but hearing him call it little? That one word alone almost gets me stiff. Huh. That’s not one I saw coming.

I work quickly to open my pants. The cage is small, made of plastic, and pink like the panties. Sir pulls my pants and underwear down midthigh, then kneels in front of me and puts the cage around my little cock. Theclickof it snapping together echoes through the bathroom—I imagine it’s like the sound of the bars of a jail cell, only I want to be put in this prison because it’s what my Sir wants.

“Good boy.” He kisses my thigh, rubs the globes of my ass with his hands, and yep, warmth is heading right for my dick just as I assume he planned, but there’s no space for my dick to swell. “What do you think?”

I look down at the pink plastic covering me, at my small cock all put away for my Sir so he can reach spots in my mind no one but him will ever be able to find. “It feels weird…different. I can tell it will be uncomfortable if I try to get an erection, but…I also think it looks pretty. It makes me feel like I’m yours even more—like your mark on me or a collar.”

He stands, fingers around my throat but not squeezing. “Would you like that? My collar around your neck? Showing everyone you belong to me?”

The butterflies start throwing a damn party in my stomach. “Yes, Sir. So much.”

“Me too.” This time, his lips press to the tip of my nose so sweetly. “Pants off, toy. Let’s dress you up for me.”

“Yes, Marshall.” I hurry and take my shoes, pants, and underwear off. Marshall maneuvers me to the sink and bends me over.

“Hands on the sink. Look in the mirror and spread your legs.”

I do as I’m told.

“I washed my hands before you came in, just so you know.” He kneels behind me, then pumps lube onto his fingers.

“I know. I trust you.”

Another kiss, this one on my left ass cheek, then one on my right, before tracing my rim and pushing one finger in. He doesn’t work me into it slowly, just a couple of pumps before adding a second digit. Blood is flowing, my cock trying to swell, but the cage keeps it from doing so.

I can’t say it’s the most comfortable thing in the world, but I want it, I want to do it for him, which is also wanting it for me. It’s amazing how that works.

A whimper escapes me when Sir pulls his fingers out. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Put something inside me. I want to be full for you…then full of you. I want to walk around all night wearing your plug and your cage to remind me I’m yours.”

“That we belong to each other,” he corrects.

I hear the bottle of lube again, then something bigger is pressing against my ass. My pupils are wide, breaths coming out heavily, a bead of sweat on my temple that I want him to lick away. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes roll back when he presses forward, stretching me, filling me.

My hands tighten on the sink, dick uncomfortable, ass full,yesandmoreplaying on repeat in my head.

It’s not a huge plug, but I still wince when it gets to the widest part, Sir shushing me softly, touching me, telling me, “You’re doing so well for me. I’m so lucky to have such a good boy.”

It pops inside, my ass closing around the smaller part.

“What do you think, toy?” He stands, then pulls me up so I’m standing straight, the two of us looking at each other in the mirror.

“I love being plugged and caged for you. It’s…a lot, my ass being full and my dick caged. Not too much, but it makes me feel like little sparks are going off inside me…like I’m a live wire or something? I don’t know. I’m not sure if that makes sense.”

“It does. Thank you. Let’s get these pretty panties on you so you’re all dressed up for me.”

Sir turns me around and takes them from his pocket. He helps me step into them, one leg, then the other, before pulling them up. The elastic snaps into place, his hands moving meagain so I’m looking in the mirror—flushed cheeks, full ass, the pretty lace covering my obviously caged cock, and… “I look beautiful.”

“Yes, you do. You look like mine.” He pulls the collar of my shirt down, bites into my neck, then licks the sting away.

“Yours.”

Honestly, I feel a little dazed as Sir helps me get dressed again, puts my shoes on, tells me to wash my hands.

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