Naughty November

Chapter 3

THREE

FLETCHER

I moved a packed cardboard box from Holden’s couch to the floor as he padded back into the room with my brother’s tool box in hand.

The drive over to his place had been just enough time for me to give my dick a stern talking to about keeping this clinical and helping Holden out without scaring him off. A talk that my dick decided to completely ignore the moment Holden handed the toolbox over and turned those big eyes on me again, like he trusted that I’d have all the answers.

“How do you want me?”

I bit back a groan. I absolutely could not answer that one truthfully. Not unless I wanted to traumatize the pretty little thing.

“You’ll need to take these off for me again,” I said instead, my hand twitching toward the fly of his jeans before I got it under control again.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have the same luck with my mouth.

“Want me to help, button?”

His eyes went wide, cheeks flushing my favorite color of pink again. Before I could take it back or apologize, though, he gave me all the future fantasy fodder I could handle .

“Yes, please,” he said in that same breathless tone he’d used when I’d first seen him on Everett’s doorstep today.

He lifted up the hem of his shirt, then just… waited.

It hit me then that, despite the unforgivable way his ex had left him, at some point, he’d presumably consented to being caged. Which meant?—

“Do you like giving up control, baby?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes going even wider as I unsnapped his jeans, then carefully lowered the zipper.

“Baby?”

My eyes snapped back up to his. Oops.

I cleared my throat. “Sorry about that.”

“I don’t mind,” he whispered, so softly that I’m not sure I was meant to hear. Especially since he immediately started chewing on his lip again, his breaths becoming short and anxious.

I let it go, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was, and focused on working his pants and briefs down his legs.

And then, god damn , had to focus even harder on the fact that I was here to help, not perv on him, once he finally stepped out of them and stood half-naked, slim, caged, and fucking beautiful in front of me.

I reached for the little cage, his cock so soft and pretty inside that my own started to thicken despite my best intentions.

“You don’t think I’m too weird for letting Cindy do this to me, do you?” he blurted, his hands still curled around the rucked-up hem of his shirt, turning into a white-knuckled grip.

“Sit down, pretty thing,” I murmured, helping him onto the couch before his legs gave out from nerves. “That’s it. Now spread your legs wide for me so I have room to work on this. And no, I don’t think anything’s wrong with wanting to give someone control in the bedroom, no matter what that looks like.” I pinned him with a hard look. “As long as you wanted to.”

Because I wouldn’t put it past someone who’d leave him locked up like this to have bullied him into it in the first place.

But Holden blushed for me again and gave a little nod. “I didn’t mind. Um, not at first. It would have been better if she’d been, um, nicer about it, though.”

I was going to get pissed off all over again if he kept dropping these hints that his ex hadn’t treated him right. Not pissed at him, of course. Holden had always been a people pleaser, and it was all too easy to imagine how that had gone down.

“You deserve better,” I told him, unable to keep a bit of growl out of my voice.

It was true, though. He was sweet as honey, and so far, all signs pointed to him being incredibly submissive in the bedroom, too. What he deserved was someone who’d actually take care of him properly and cherish himfor that, not take advantage of his nature in some kind of sick power game that I suspected he’d never actually consented to.

Or even been asked to.

The overbearing, protective part of me wanted to press him on that issue, but before I could, he blurted out, “You said you’ve done it before? Um…”

He waved a hand toward his dick.

“Chastity?” I grinned, running my fingers over the shiny bars of his cage. “You know I’m someone who’s always loved to be in charge, Holden, and that definitely includes my taste in the bedroom. So yeah, I’ve got a little experience with it. There’s nothing better than a pretty boy who trusts me enough to let me lock up his dick and decide when he gets to use it.”

His breath stuttered, and this time, when he blushed, it extended all the way down his throat, disappearing under the neckline of his shirt and forcing me to stifle another groan of inappropriate arousal.

Fuck. I really had to get it together, especially when I’d just been getting riled up on his behalf over the way I suspected Cindy had bulldozed right over his wants and needs.

“You know that’s only good when it works for both parties, though,” I murmured, forcing my attention off how fucking delectable he looked and onto the reason I’d come over.

I hefted the cage in my palm, running my thumb over the locking mechanism as I tried to focus on what it would take to get it off of him instead of how hot it looked to see him wearing it .

“I thought it sounded nice,” Holden said softly. “Um, the idea of it, at least.”

“Then maybe you’ll try it again sometime,” I said, fighting down the surge of irrational jealousy at the thought. “But this time with someone who will appreciate what a good boy you are for wearing it and praise you for the beautiful way you’ve handed over control. Someone who will earn the right to take that control by treating you right and taking care of you properly.”

“Would you?”

My head jerked up, my heart pounding… and the blood pounding through my dick even harder.

Holden squeaked a little, his face going from that pretty, pretty pink to something resembling the color of a ripe tomato as he slapped his hands over his mouth like he hadn’t meant to ask that.

“What?” I asked, tugging his hands down and holding them against his chest.

“Not with me!” he said frantically, shaking his head.

I let go of his hands.

Right.

Of course not.

“I just meant, um, with someone you liked,” he whispered.

The devil on my shoulder took over, and I cupped his ball sac, petting the cage with my fingers. “But I do like you, baby.”

His eyes went wide, his breath hitching in his throat. “If, um, if you’d been the one to put this on me, would you have been happy with me wearing it, like you said?”

“You mean, would I have told you how good you were being for me?” I asked, my thumb running back and forth over the bars as his soft cock started to swell and press against them. “Would I have praised you for handing control over to me and thanked you for trusting me with that? For letting me take care of you, sweetheart? For letting me lock you up until you turned into a needy, submissive little thing, begging me to let you come?”

He mewled like a kitten, his thighs—still spread wide for me—starting to shake as he bunched up the material of his shirt in his hands, twisting and squeezing it while he stared at me .

“I would have been very happy with that, baby,” I murmured, running my fingers behind his balls and stroking his taint. “And eventually, I would have rewarded you by giving you the orgasm you earned for being such a good, obedient, submissive boy for me. But in the meantime, I’d have enjoyed how pretty it looks on you. And you know what I’d have enjoyed even more?”

“What?” he asked, the word more a breath than a sound.

I stroked the bars again, the soft flesh of his cock pressing up against them now in a way that I’d heard from others was erotically painful, both a physical and visceral reminder of the control they’d handed over.

“If I’d been the one you allowed to lock you up like this, I’d have enjoyed this right here. The moment when you get so aroused that your body tries to do something about it... and can’t. How does that feel, button? How does it feel to be so swollen and contained, knowing your dick is trapped and there’s no way for you to get relief unless I let you?”

He let out a strangled cry, his hips jerking. “Fletch!”

Oh fuck. The raw need in his voice spiked my own arousal so hard that all the control I’d just been talking about was something I almost lost completely, and that’s something I never did.

It brought me to my senses. For a moment, I’d forgotten myself. But Holden had only been asking me about the kink itself, trusting me to help him understand it. I’d taken it too far.

I took my hands off him. “Shit. I’m so sorry, button. I didn’t mean to, uh... fuck.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I got a little carried away. Even if you were actually into men, I should never have?—”

“I used to think I was,” he blurted out, interrupting my completely inadequate apology.

“What?” I asked, my voice rasping like sandpaper.

“Gay,” he whispered. “I thought I might be gay, into men. Well, into you. Back when I was, um, younger.”

“You used to think that,” I repeated, my heart starting to thud in my chest as my erection strained against my zipper.

He nodded. Bit his lip. Tempted me to push him, to try to get him to change past tense to present, just by sitting there looking like …

Well, like everything I’d ever wanted.

“I think it was because you were always so nice to me,” he said, twisting his hands together.

“Nice?”

He blushed.

“I’ve known you most of my life, sweetheart, and I know for sure that I wasn’t always that nice when I was a teenager. Are you sure it wasn’t just because you liked my attention? Any attention?”

He blushed harder.

I grinned. “Are we talking about the year you kept accidentally walking in on me in the shower whenever you’d stay over? Because I do remember that, and how you’d always apologize so breathlessly.”

He ducked his head, trying to cover his face, but I captured his hands and pulled them away.

“This is so embarrassing,” he whispered. Not that his pretty little cock seemed to have gotten that memo, since it still pressed hard against its cage.

“I’d tell you to leave, and you would. Then you’d try to make it up to me, always so eager to please. You liked being good for me, didn’t you? You liked doing whatever I asked you to. You liked making me happy, am I right, Holden? Is that what it was, sweetheart?”

His breathing turned into the sweetest little panting, and his hips were jerking a little, his eyes glazed over as he stared up at me like he’d forgotten this was a two-way conversation.

“Answer me,” I growled, cupping his cheek.

“Yes,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. “I... I just wanted you to touch me. All the time. That’s all I wanted back then.”

“You were too young.” I brushed a thumb over his lower lip. “Just a kid. But just because I didn’t see you that way then, doesn’t mean I’m not tempted now. Do you still want that, baby? Do you want me to touch you?”

“You already are,” he whispered.

“Only as much as I need to, to help you get this cage off.”

Not strictly true. I’d already crossed over that line into new, uncharted territory, and we both knew it. But I still needed to know he really wanted it before we took things any further .

“Is that the kind of touch you want?” I pushed him.

He shook his head. Then nodded, looking helplessly confused. “I… want it off?”

I grinned, stroking my fingers over his trapped, straining dick. “You don’t sound too sure about that, baby.”

He bit that plump lip of his. “I just mean, I don’t want that to be, um, to be the only way you ever touch me.”

“Good boy. Thank you for saying so.”

He whined at the praise, his hips jerking again.

I cupped his caged cock, letting my fingers press up into his taint again.

“Do you want me to make you come? Is that how you want me to touch you?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes going wide.

“Isn’t that why you’re so desperate to get the cage off, sweetheart? Because you’ve been stuck like this for too long and need a release? Because your dick is so swollen and sensitive and throbbing that you can barely stand the sensation anymore? Because you’re getting horny, and it feels good even when it hurts, but no matter what you do, you can’t find a way to get yourself off?”

He made a hot, needy sound that sounded like it came from the depths of his soul, nodding fast without taking his eyes off me. Without even blinking.

“All this buildup you’ve been suffering will just make your orgasm all the more intense when you finally get one, button, I promise. Is that what you want now? Do you want me to give you some relief? Make you come? Is that what you need?”

“Oh, God,” he cried, his hips bucking as I squeezed his caged cock. “Please! I can’t, I don’t, I don’t know. You decide. Please Fletch. Don’t... Don’t make me think.”

A fierce surge of satisfaction rocked through me. This is what I craved, what I never seemed to find with meaningless hookups. And it was sweeter than I ever could have imagined—not to finally find it, but to finally find it with Holden .

“I can do that,” I promised. “And if you mean it, if you’re leaving the decision up to me, then we’ll just leave that cage on you for a little bit longer, okay?”

“What? But… But… everything you said.”

He squirmed, so beautifully aroused and frustrated that it sent my own lust spiraling through me with a heated urgency that made the effort of containing it adark pleasure all of its own.

Good things weren’t just worth the wait. They were always so much better for being drawn out and savored along the way.

Something I couldn’t wait to teach Holden, if he’d let me.

I gave his cage a gentle tug. “I’ll get this off for you. I promise, baby. I just want to see you come for me before I do.”

He whimpered, his hands grabbing my shoulders and gripping me with a desperation so delicious I wanted to gorge on it. “But I… I can’t come? Not locked up like this. I can’t .”

“Oh, I think you can,” I purred, massaging his taint again. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

He looked down at his soft, straining dick, pressing so hard against the bars now that it looked almost obscene.

“But…” he started.

“Shhh,” I hushed him, my finger over his lips. “Do you trust me, button?”

He nodded, biting that lip again.

“Then don’t think. Just be good for me, now. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

“Okay,” he whispered, cheeks flushed, thighs trembling and still spread wide, and a soft eagerness on his face that made me feel like I’d fallen down a rabbit hole and landed in the middle of a wet dream.

One that, if I was lucky, I’d never wake up from.