Page 22 of Various Intentions
Charles’ eyes went wide as saucers. “A couple ofdays?”
I laughed. “Trust me. It’s not as brutal as it sounds. I’ll have Vincent give you a call and explain the concept a bit more.”
“Okay.”
“Honestly, Charles, it’s one of Vincent’s favorite things.”
“If you say so.”
When I told Juno what I had proposed for the event, they agreed that Vincent and Charles serving as living food platters would be an intriguing addition to the decor.
“Nic, would it be possible for us to come over to, um, give Charles a glimpse into the experience of being caged? He’s never expressed any interest, but I think he might like it.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Well, I think that if Charles can see that Vincent acts normal, even though his cock is behind bars, it will put him at ease about the whole thing.”
“Well, I supposed that depends on Vincent,” I said.
* * * *
A few days later, Vincent agreed to have Charles and Juno visit while he was under lock and key.
Juno seemed to have regained their mental footing, wearing a gorgeous sweater in aquamarine with a cowl neck, tight black jeans and a pair of ankle boots. They’d lined their eyes and contoured their cheeks, which was an improvement. Not that I cared, but at least they’d put in the effort to look the way they liked. That said a lot about their mental state.
At my suggestion, they’d also resumed monthly counseling sessions with a trusted practitioner who specialized in helping people with coping strategies for anxiety and overwhelm. They were queer and kink positive, which enabled Juno to be open and trusting with them. It was vital that Juno had this support, as it shouldn’t fall to Charles and the rest of us to maintain Juno’s mental health, although we’d do our best to support it.
Vincent had dressed in his favorite pair of purple sweatpants with ‘Princess’ scrawled across the backside, opting for a less dressy option in the interests of demonstrating how casual and comfortable a cock cage could be. There was no need for Vincent to get naked for everyone, although he would if I asked. I wanted Charles to see how unobtrusive a cock cage could be—in case, you know, he decided to wear one for a longer period of time at any point. I had a feeling that once he’d been in one for the event, he’d be begging Juno to lock him up.
“Are you wearing it now?” Charles asked, staring at Vincent’s crotch.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t even tell.”
“Stand up, Vincent,” I said.
My obedient boy stood.
“Hands behind your back, please.”
He obeyed. I moved in behind him and gathered the purple fabric at his hips, pulling it snug so Juno and Charles could see the hard outlines of the metal cage over Vincent’s privates.
“Oh! I see,” Charles commented. “That’s…wow.”
“He’s flaccid, of course.” I peeked inside the waistband of Vincent’s pants, then let the elastic snap back. “Well, mostly. That’s the point,” I said.
Charles blushed and slid his hands nervously along his thighs.
“I really want to see it,” he said, glancing at Vincent with a pleading expression.
“Come on,” Vincent said, holding out his hand. “I’ll show you, but not in front of these two.”
Vincent led Charles to the powder room off the kitchen then closed the door behind them.
“Well, well, well. Fast friends already,” Juno commented.
I shrugged. “It’s nice for Vincent to have a friend his age. How old is Charles?”
