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When Ed wakes, he’s greeted by an empty bed. It’s not completely unexpected— Ed might be retired, but Stede still has to go into the office a few days a week until his career is all wrapped up.
What he doesn't expect is the shiny piece of steel lying innocently on Stede’s pillow, along with a sheet of Stede’s fancy stationery. The device itself isn’t new to Ed. This specific cock cage has been brought out from time to time, but it never fails to light up Ed with that particular mixture of excitement and fear.
They’ve played around with some other materials— plastic, leather, silicone— but this one is his favorite. The stainless steel surface is smooth and cool to the touch, with geometric holes cut into the side for ventilation. Besides being efficient, the vents also give a tantalizing (and humiliating) peek at his cramped penis all shriveled up inside.
This particular model is also one of the smallest; from top to bottom the cage measures three and a half inches, which is tiny enough, until you consider that’s the outside. Ed’s just grateful they haven’t tried out the “nub” model yet.
It had taken a while for Stede to get on board with the whole chastity device idea— I love your cock, Edward. Why would I want to lock it away?
Along with assuring Stede that no, it didn’t hurt him to squeeze his dick into that teeny tiny space, and yes, he really wants this, Ed introduced the idea of sprinkling humiliation, feminization, and denial into the mix. After much discussion and negotiation, the game eventually took off; after all, his husband loves shopping and a bit of dramatics, making him a perfect director of their activities. It’s as if Ed had his own personal wind-up toy; he just gives Stede the parameters and watches him go.
Curious as to what Stede has in store for today, Ed grabs the note and reads.
Good morning, Princess.
Be a good girl and put this on for me? If you’re wearing it when I get home, you’ll get a special reward. Keep your phone on you. XOXO
Well, fuck. How is Ed supposed to calm down enough now to get the cage on? He’s never put it on by himself before— Stede’s always been there to help, and even then it usually takes a ridiculous amount of lubrication, shoving, pinching, and two pairs of hands to get the poor thing stuffed in there.
As tricky as this first demand will be, Ed doesn’t mind it. Relishes the challenge, in fact. Because that’s sort of the best part of this— the ups and downs. In the past, sex for Ed has been a quick, linear affair. Something catches his eye, his dick gets involved, he pumps or thrusts or sucks or jerks, and then he comes. It’s up up up and then it’s over.
With games like this, helped along with a physical aid like the cage, it’s more like a roller coaster. There are peaks and valleys and screaming and crying and whoops and sighs of relief and Ed never knows if it’s finally over or if he’s going around again for one more lap.
And today, he’s starting off with a steep climb; his cock is already half-way hard, just from his natural morning wood and the thought of what’s to come. It’s up to Ed to get himself back down again, at least enough to put the cage on.
A long piss and a cold shower usually does the trick, so Ed starts there. He spends extra time trimming down his pubes— getting hair caught in the cage is not the fun kind of pain. An efficient cleansing of his asshole gets his dick plumped up again, but it’s not too bad. More like a beginner-coaster level of a high.
After he’s dried off, it’s time to face the cage. It’s always such a mindfuck, putting it on. The dissonance of staying detached during such an erotic set up gets his wires all crossed, the same way a painful spanking can tip over into erotic pleasure.
It’s another part that Stede had needed Ed to spell out for him in detail.
I just don’t get it, darling. What’s in it for you if you can’t get aroused?
A good question, which Ed never had to really put into words before. Explaining it meant he had to untangle the complicated knot in himself that connected his mind and body. How do you explain the difference between desire and arousal? Of wanting something mentally but denying it physically?
It took some time, but Ed is getting better at putting his thoughts and feelings into words. And so is Stede, for that matter. When they’d first met, there was no way Stede would have written down something as salacious as that note.
Which reminds Ed, he should get going on Stede’s first command, because his husband will probably be checking in soon.
The cock ring is simple: his balls slip through the hoop without complaint, just a bit of squishing and they’re in. To get the cage on, though, Ed has to divert all his energy to his mind and disconnect from his body. He thinks his most unsexy thoughts, makes lists in his head for the day’s tasks, tries to remember when his last dental appointment was.
It works long enough for him to get his dick lubed up and jammed in the device, then it’s a mad dash to get the padlock in place before his cock gets too big. And just in time too, because his phone lights up.
The texts rush in, one after another, and the number of alerts get Ed’s heart racing.
How is my princess doing?
Have you been good yet?
Answer me, darling.
Send me a picture.
You have sixty seconds.
Now.
Shit. Ed tosses the key on the bed and bends over to snap a photo-- not curated or well-lit, and his cock looks sort of pathetic from this angle. His skin is barely visible between the little slots in the cage, and his muscular thighs framing the whole package just enhance how small it all is. He hits send before he can think too hard about it, his hands shaky from the sudden adrenaline rush of the demand.
His efforts are rewarded immediately, and he lets out a sigh of relief. The first mini-escalation is complete.
Good girl.
You’re looking so cute in your little cage.
Now put on something cute to match.
Stede’s words stir up warm, gooey feelings, and the roller coaster is back on track. Ed allows himself a little erotic moment in his brain, now that his cock is all locked up and tucked away. It sets him up in a sweet frame of mind as the mental arousal rises at a gentle pace. Trying to match his outfit to the feeling, he swerves away from anything overtly sexy; plain soft cotton panties, a thin t-shirt, and a pair of pink leggings, the ones that show off his ass but are still nice and comfy for a day at home.
The stainless-steel cage is actually pretty comfortable for wearing all day; more breathable than the leather, anyway. And once it reaches body temperature, he mostly stops thinking about it. The roller coaster slows to a near stop, just ready and waiting for the ride to begin again.
Ed keeps himself busy with little tasks; nothing too important, but things that should get done. It’s a pretty productive day overall; he folds the laundry, puts away the dishes, and clears out his spam folder.
Still, the game is never too far from his mind. Any little buzz or beep in the house gets him grabbing his phone, looking for a check-in text from Stede. Other times, there’s a physical reminder of his predicament. The first time he needs to take a piss, he considers removing the cage for it. But the effort it’ll take isn't worth it, and besides— the thought of sitting down to pee, hips tilted at an awkward angle, his panties stretched around his ankles— sets his thoughts skyrocketing back into the erotic sphere.
He starts to daydream about what particular flavor of Stede he’ll get tonight. Sometimes Stede amps up the feminization and pairs it with pure sugary sweetness; he’ll coo over Ed, dress him up in pretty lingerie, comment on what a beautiful wife Ed is. He’ll lick Ed’s hole and talk about his wet cunt, all while milking Ed’s prostate until he’s leaked out everything he has.
But what Ed really loves, and what Stede is hinting at with these strict commanding texts, is when Stede gets mean with him.
This, too, was hard for Stede to accept at first. His sweet, romantic husband couldn’t bear to treat Ed harshly.
It’s like with roller coasters, you see? Ed had tried explaining. They aren’t any fun without the fall. Doesn’t it feel good to scream your lungs out, to feel the terror when you drop?
Oh, Stede had said, his eyes widening. Because you’re not really falling. You always slow down before you hit the ground.
Exactly. And I trust you to keep me safe.
Oh, Ed. Of course I will. I’d be honored to catch you.
And so far, every single time they play these games, Stede has never failed to keep Ed safe. So, finally, Ed decides to let go of the anticipation and guesswork, and trust Stede. He relaxes into the feeling of being caged, and just enjoys the feeling of submission. He stops flitting around like a caffeinated hummingbird and gets cozy on the couch. He has a few hours before Stede’s workday is over, so he sets himself up with everything he might need: blankets, tea, snacks, and the Sunday crossword puzzle.
He’s not sure how much time passes when he hears the familiar sound of a keys jingling. His heart jolts as he whips his head around, seeing Stede open the door.
“Oh, good girl,” Stede says loudly as he walks inside. “Look how nice and clean the house is for me!”
Shame, hot and sudden, sinks into his gut at the thought of their neighbors hearing, and he can feel his face flush.
“You’re home early,” Ed says, rising off the couch. The surprise has him wrong-footed; as eager as he’d been to see Stede home, he isn’t quite ready yet, and his heart hammers in response.
“Am I?” Stede asks airily. There’s a twinkle in his eye that promises a dramatic night ahead. “Or maybe you’ve just been a bit distracted today. Lost track of time perhaps?”
Stede crosses the room and cradles Ed’s stubbled chin in his hands. He’s wearing one of his nicer suits today, with a tie and shiny shoes and all of it, and the contrast between Stede’s clothing and Ed’s comfy house clothes sends a shiver down Ed’s spine.
“I love what you picked out, by the way,” Stede continues, stroking a hand down Ed’s chest and hooking a finger into the waistband of Ed’s leggings. “You look so sweet, I could just eat you up. And what’s this? Has my Princess been good today?”
Stede’s hand travels down until he’s palming the front of Ed’s leggings, cupping the bulge he finds there. Ed’s hips buck at the strange sensation— he can tell Stede is touching him, can feel the pressure against where Ed’s dick should be, but the thick barrier of steel prevents any sort of pleasure.
“Yes,” he gasps, looking up at Stede. They’re normally so close in height, but when Stede wears his work shoes and Ed is just barefoot like this, it makes him feel tiny, fragile, delicate.
Stede slides his other hand up the back of Ed’s neck, buries it under the curls that hang heavy. He scratches at Ed’s scalp, and Ed can’t help but tip back into it, the sensation delicious and real in a way that he’s been denied all day. Without the ability to get an erection, this little bit of contact has him soaring.
“Did you get yourself all worked up waiting for me?” Stede pulls him in for a kiss that Ed has trouble returning, so wrapped up in his body finally being touched. Instead, he opens his mouth, tilts his head, and allows Stede to plunder him, deep and filthy. Just as his body catches up and he’s ready to participate a bit more in the kiss, Stede shifts and travels down along Ed’s jaw, trailing nibbles and licks down the column of Ed’s throat, and back up to his ear. “Did you miss me, baby?” Stede asks, his voice pitched lower than usual. “Did I leave you for too long?”
“Please, Stede,” he whimpers as he clutches at Stede’s shoulders through the thick suit. Stede smells of fresh air, of woodsy cologne, and the anticipation that’s ebbed and flowed all day hits him all at once. His legs feel shaky from the force of Stede’s onslaught.
“ Tsk,” Stede says, and cups Ed’s aching balls through the thin fabric. He squeezes gently, but the cock ring has them so sensitive that even the slightest pressure has Ed gasping in pain. “Please, what, baby?”
“Please,” Ed says, trying to buy time until his brain comes back online. He’d gotten used to Stede’s absence all day, and now that he’s here, Ed feels surrounded, with no space to even think.
Stede’s hand slides further past Ed’s balls, and a clever finger presses through the fabric of Ed’s leggings to the sensitive spot just between his hole and sack. “Yes, baby? Please, what?”
“Please, Daddy,” Ed moans, face burning at Stede’s genius. Bursting in early, crowding into his space—Ed hasn’t even spoken aloud to another human since last night. And now here Stede comes, forcing Ed to jump right into dirty talk? It’s so much easier to bring out the Daddy after an hour of foreplay. It’s diabolical to insist on it before Stede has even taken off his shoes! He’s given Ed no time to even prepare for this— alright, he’d given him all day, but still— it feels sudden, like being pushed off a cliff into the water. And it leaves Ed just as breathless.
“That’s my girl,” Stede coos, and takes Ed to the bedroom.
*
Stede instructs Ed to remove his clothes, then fasten the cuffs on himself. “Wrists and ankles both, please, darling.”
It’s another one of his games, having Ed tie himself up, which only serves to heighten his humiliation. The entire day has been Ed’s choice; Ed put on the cage, Ed chose to deny himself pleasure, and now Ed is the one putting himself in bondage. He can’t figure out if it's to extend the power play of Ed torturing himself, or if it’s simply to deny Ed even the slightest hint of human contact. From the way it’s working, it’s probably both. Because Stede is a genius when it comes to this sort of psychological theater.
Stede, who has removed his suit jacket but kept the shirt and tie, checks Ed’s work. The air is cold as Ed stands at attention at the foot of the bed, completely naked except for the wrist and ankle cuffs, and the shiny cock cage nestled between his legs. A curl of fear licks at his spine and he isn’t even sure why— Stede hasn’t given any indication that tonight will include pain or impact play, but there’s something about standing here, awaiting inspection, that feels dangerous. As if anything could happen. It’s funny how having his cock covered and locked up makes him feel more vulnerable than if it was fully bared and on display.
Stede kneels to slide a finger between the thick cuff material and Ed’s ankle, and just that hint of skin on skin contact is the most erotic thing Ed’s felt all day. He tenses his muscles in anticipation, ready for anything, ready for an escalation. He fights the urge to speed things along, to lean into the touch, to beg for Stede to put his hands on him.
Ed searches Stede’s face for a clue about what is going to happen, whether or not he’s going to finally let him out of his cage— but Stede doesn’t even glance at him. Anyone else might assume Stede is indifferent or unaffected, but Ed knows better. The particular line of his mouth is Stede’s ‘acting’ face. Ed knows quite well what his husband looks like when he’s truly not interested, and this isn’t it.
Continuing the performance, Stede stands and turns his back to Ed, a curt dismissal. “Get on the bed,” Stede commands, as he casually begins rolling up his shirtsleeves. The sight of tantalizingly muscled forearms fills Ed with heat, and he desperately hopes it means more touching. He lays on the bed, body angled just so in an attempt to entice Stede to examine more of his body with the delicious sensation that he’s been craving. He spreads his legs just in case Stede wants access to the cage; now would be the perfect time to unlock him, and maybe suck his dick.
But instead of rising to the bait, Stede looks at him with a frown. “No, not on your back,” he says, and Ed’s hopes plummet. With a detached demeanor, as if Ed were no more than a piece of furniture, Stede moves Ed around on the bed until he’s positioned on his hands and knees, facing the headboard. A soft scarf is tied around Ed’s eyes, blinding him to what is about to happen. His whole body shivers as he realizes that clever Stede is trading one sense for the other. Yes, Ed might finally be touched, but it’s in exchange for his sight. He has a moment of exhilarating fear when he imagines Stede taking away his other senses too— although Ed thinks that particular kink might be best left in the fantasy realm.
The fear gives way to excitement as Stede touches him again, running his warm hands along Ed’s arms as he attaches something to the cuffs. Reflexively, Ed pulls a bit to feel what he already knows: Stede has secured him using the straps that are usually hidden between the bed and headboard. A firm hand presses between his shoulder blades, encouraging Ed to lean on his forearms, head resting between his bound wrists.
The position puts Ed’s ass in the air, the cock cage hanging somewhat awkwardly between his legs. He shuffles his knees apart, letting his back arch into a more comfortable cat-like stretch. Ed knows that he looks irresistible like this, no matter how detached Stede is trying to be, and he smiles as it’s confirmed. A sweet hand caresses the highest point of his ass, and he can’t help but push into it, silently pointing out Stede’s weakness. The cheek earns him a light tap that wants to be a slap, an acknowledgement from Stede that he knows he’s let the cool, commanding mask slip a bit.
The sweetness doesn’t last, as Ed feels more than hears Stede move to the foot of the bed. A metallic clink from behind tells him that Stede has retrieved the spreader bar — when he had time to do that, Ed has no clue. It’s a bit disconcerting, this peek into Stede’s plans. If he had time to stash the bar, what else has he been able to do? The anticipation, which had mellowed somewhat from the waiting, begins to ramp up yet again.
The spreader bar must be at its longest length, the way his legs feel splayed, but Ed can’t quite be sure. Honestly, the bar always feels obscenely long, even on its shortest notch. He can’t close his legs at all now, his knees more than hip-width apart. With his ankles stretched this wide and his head bent down, Ed imagines his hole must be completely on display. He can feel the cool air on the delicate skin, acutely aware of the extra space between his legs where his erection should be.
It’s strange, being in such an erotic position without the ability to enjoy it. He wiggles a bit, both to test his bonds and to try releasing some of his nerves. He’s not held so tightly that he can’t move around— the bar isn’t tied to anything, and if he wanted to, Ed could easily stretch out and lay down flat on the mattress. The knowledge is enough to calm the anxiety for now, so he decides to be good and hold the position.
“All ready, Princess?” Stede asks from beside him, and Ed jumps. He had almost forgotten about Stede, so focused on untangling his feelings of being tied up and blindfolded. He feels a flood of relief, because now that he’s in position, all naked and displayed, surely now the touching will begin. He smiles, anticipating the glide of Stede’s soft hands against his back, his nipples, and eventually his cock. He assumes there’ll be teasing, of course, maybe some intense edging before Stede lets him get off, but as long as he gets to feel Stede’s velvety skin on his, he can withstand anything.
“I’m going to finger you now,” Stede says calmly, and Ed hears the quiet snap of latex gloves being stretched over fingers.
It takes a moment for Ed to realize exactly what this means, but when he gets there, his heart sinks. Gloves. Which means no skin. And with his legs spread like this, there’s not even a chance of Stede touching his ass cheeks; there will be no accidental brush against Ed’s aching testicles, no knuckle carelessly scraping against his inner thighs. Stede will touch Ed’s hole, and nothing but his hole, and Ed nearly cries at the cruelty.
A single latex-covered finger probes delicately at Ed’s hole, a detached mimicry of their usual love-making. Rather than loving strokes and tender kisses, Stede is touching him like it’s a medical procedure. It’s such a mindfuck, in that Stede is finally paying attention to him, but denying Ed any eroticism to go along with it. Ed’s body and mind are all mixed up, signals crossed and tangled in knots like Christmas lights.
Stede hums from behind. “You’re so tight, Princess. I can’t even get the tip of my finger in.” A thick finger taps ineffectually at Ed’s hole, as if trying to wake it up.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Ed mumbles into the mattress, feeling tears well up already. He doesn’t usually cry this early in their games—they’ve only just gotten started! But the day’s anticipation and denial is finally catching up with him. He’s been waiting for so long, and now that he finally has Stede here in his bed, there’s nothing happening. His cock can’t move, and his ass won’t open up and he can’t even watch his husband finger him.
Desperation begins to creep in. If only Stede would touch him! “I can’t relax,” Ed pleads, hoping Stede will take pity on him. “It’s too hard. Please, can you take the cage off? I’ll be so loose for you if I could just have my dick free, I promise.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” Stede says, rubbing ineffectually at Ed’s rim. “If I can get three fingers in you, I’ll unlock the cage.”
Ed opens his mouth to argue— how the fuck is he supposed to get three fingers in when his hole’s too tight for even just a tip— when a latex-covered hand presses into his mouth, the sterile taste covering his tongue, filling his senses.
“You’re still not getting any lube, Princess. I don’t want it to slip down onto that tiny little cock of yours. That would spoil the fun, wouldn’t it?” Stede thrusts his fingers deeper into Ed’s mouth. Ed tries to enjoy it as much as he can while his stomach twists in dismay. The combination of no lube, the sterile latex, and how on edge he is— sure, Ed loves anal, can take a cock like a pro, but his body has to cooperate, has to be on the same page. And he’s just not sure he can do it, can take three fingers like this, without at least a little lube, or skin to skin contact, or fucking anything. And Stede, the cruel bastard, knows this.
But Ed isn’t one to back down from a challenge. He drools as much as he can on Stede’s fingers, tries to get it as wet as possible, and concentrates on relaxing his muscles.
Stede huffs a laugh at Ed’s efforts, pulling away and leaving Ed with his tongue hanging out. “Let’s see what we can do with this, hmm?”
It’s fucking torture. It takes forever for Stede to get even one finger inside him, and that one finger just… sort of enters. He’s not thrusting or wiggling or even trying to get near Ed’s prostate, and Ed wants to scream.
“Still so tight ,” Stede says as he tries to add a second finger. “Do you even want this, baby? Do you even want to get unlocked? Maybe we should leave it on, since this is too hard for you.”
Ed whips his head up, forgets all about staying relaxed and being good for Stede. “No!” he shouts. “Please, Daddy, I’m trying! I want your fingers, I do. I just—I need help.”
“Shh, Princess.” Stede withdraws his fingers and Ed drops his head down to the mattress in despair.
He both hears and feels Stede move, the bed shifting underneath him. Something tickles the inside of Ed’s spread thighs and he realizes it’s Stede’s hair. Hot breath ghosts over Ed’s balls and he sobs in relief. He’d give anything to be able to have his sight right now; instead, he makes do with his imagination, picturing how Stede looks, laying on his back, positioned just under Ed’s crotch, balls hovering right over Stede’s mouth.
Stede’s tongue licks at the sensitive skin of Ed’s sack, his breath warm and humid. Ed hisses when Stede sucks his entire left ball into his mouth, not sure if he’s feeling pleasure or pain; the cockring has been on for so long, it’s hard to remember what it usually feels like—are his balls always this sensitive?
Before he can decide exactly what he’s feeling, Stede’s broad shoulders are nudging further between Ed’s hips, and a clever tongue pokes between the vents of Ed’s cage.
For a second Ed forgets about the chastity and has the delusional thought that Stede is about to suck Ed’s cock into his delicious mouth, that he will get the blowjob of a lifetime, and in seconds he’s going to be coming down his husband’s throat. His brain is already far down the track, imagining the orgasm and how satisfying it will be to just thrust into Stede’s mouth, when Stede ruins the fantasy by enclosing his mouth over the entire cage. It doesn’t feel anything like Ed’s imagination— in fact, he can barely feel anything except pressure and a tiny bit of saliva on his limp dick.
At this point Ed would give anything to be able to get out of this fucking cage. He loves nothing more than a satisfying blowjob and Stede fucking knows it. It’s the biggest mindfuck, how his brain knows this should feel good, he should be on the edge of a major orgasm right now, and instead feels… nothing. He’s got his husband’s head between his legs and he can’t even enjoy it.
“Does this help?” Stede asks, low and quiet from underneath Ed. His latex-covered finger returns to Ed’s hole, at a new angle this time, and presses.
Ed’s still loose enough from earlier that the finger enters easily, and surprisingly the second one fits too, but Ed can tell he’s nowhere near ready for a third yet.
Stede alternates between fellating the metal cage and sucking at Ed’s balls, all while those relentless fingers demand entrance. Ed isn’t able to settle into any of the sensations, can’t find something to focus on, and it keeps the adrenaline going non-stop. The very real pleasure of having his balls sucked is contrasted with the medical detachment of having his ass probed, which is both muted and heightened by absence of feeling in his cock. He finds himself wishing for the simplicity of just the cage; at least then he could distract himself with fantasy.
Ed finally stops fighting it. He fully relaxes onto the mattress and drops his hips down against Stede’s face, trusting that Stede knew what he was getting into when he put his head down there. It’s confirmed when the flat of Stede’s tongue licks up and down his perineum, then sucks hard . Ed swears he can feel the suction go all the way through to his prostate and that does it— his hole relaxes and the third finger presses in, up to the knuckle, and then some more, and all three fingers are fully inside, and Ed sighs in relief.
Ed had thought he’d be ecstatic, but instead a placid calm overwhelms him. He did it; his body, which has been working against him so far, has finally surrendered to Stede’s power. He’s found the part of the game where desperation and despair take a back seat, and he’s neither high nor low— he’s just waiting for Stede to direct him.
It must have been what Stede was looking for, because he shifts from underneath Ed, twisting his fingers around as he crawls from between Ed’s legs.
“You did well, Princess,” Stede says as he finally moves his fingers in Ed’s hole. He crooks them down to press firmly on the spot in Ed that sends shivers of pleasure sparking up his spine. “I knew you could do it. You just had to let go, see?” Stede scissors his fingers wide, stretching Ed’s rim, and Ed tries to stay present. His brain wants to fly into the future, wants to jump to the good part where Stede replaces those fingers with his fat cock and fucks Ed so hard he comes through the cage.
“Let go,” Ed repeats into the mattress, the words tumbling out slow and slurred. He thinks he hears Stede chuckle but it’s hard to concentrate now, his brain turning fuzzy and floaty.
Stede’s fingers pull out of Ed followed by the sound of stretching latex, and then the decadent sensation of Stede’s bare hands stroking down Ed’s back. The feel of skin on skin is heady, and Ed can’t help but arch into it. He tilts his head up, blindly searching for Stede. Wonderfully, Stede takes pity on him and meets him with a kiss. Ed tries to return it, to thrust his tongue into the heat of Stede’s mouth. Stede allows it, lets the kiss turn into a mimicry of fucking, wet and filthy and deep. Ed relaxes into it, loses himself in the act of just kissing with nothing else, until Stede abruptly pulls away, leaving Ed open mouthed and wanton.
“Ready to get unlocked?”
The words release a flood of relief, and Ed drops his head back to the mattress with a thunk. Stede is going to get the key, he’ll unlock the cage, and Ed will finally be free. He can’t help the wide grin that stretches across his face. He wants to laugh with the joy of it— the torture is over, and now Stede will reward him with the blowjob of his dreams. There is no more serene present; Ed has already taken off into the future, and the future is going to feel so fucking good.
“That put a smile on your face! You like that idea, baby?” Stede’s voice is chipper, so far from the cruel detachment of earlier. Instead, he’s sharing in Ed’s excitement. It makes Ed’s hopes soar, and he lets out a little giggle. He feels silly being this giddy, like a puppy being told he’s getting walkies. “Ready to get this awful cage off you?”
“Yes!” Ed gives his ass a little wiggle, trying to entice Stede to hurry. “The key is in the drawer!”
Rustling sounds come from the side of the bed, followed by silence.
“Sweetheart, are you sure? I don’t see it in here.”
As quick as they came, the happy feelings evaporate. Despite the blindfold, he turns his head towards where Stede should be. “No, I’m positive I put it in there. It was just this morning, right after I locked myself up.”
Stede hums doubtfully. “I don’t know, Princess. You know how thoughtless you get when you’re focused on your little cock. All the important stuff just flies right out of your brain.”
Ed whimpers, suddenly unsure. Did he put the key there? It had taken him so long to get his dick caged, maybe he had forgotten. But don’t they have a spare in the drawer? It’s so hard to think straight after the rapid mood changes, and his brain still feels so fuzzy from his recent surrender.
“Don’t you worry,” Stede reassures him, giving Ed’s rump a condescending little pat. “Daddy will find it. You just stay here and look pretty, hmm?”
There are more sounds as Stede searches the room, and Ed tries to keep the panic at bay. There is no way Stede would let him be locked in this cage forever— and anyway, Stede is in charge here. Of course he’ll have a plan for him. He’s almost glad he can’t get an erection right now. It makes it easier for him to focus on his job of staying calm and trusting Stede to figure it out.
His calm lasts for a few minutes, until he realizes the noises around him are changing. It no longer sounds like drawers opening and closing. Instead, Ed hears a wet slapping sound, rhythmic and slow and slick and–
Ed freezes.
Stede is jerking off. Right next to him. On the bed. He can feel the mattress dipping in time with the sound, and then there’s a rocking motion and—
Stede lets out a deep moan that transforms into a sigh, and Ed knows that sound. He knows that sound very well. It’s the sound Stede makes when he finally gets a finger in his own hole, just the way he likes.
Sometimes, on rare occasions, Ed will finger Stede. Ed gets up close and personal with Stede’s prostate, gets his husband rocking and sighing in pleasure, but Stede is very particular about things, and he’s especially particular about how he likes to be fingered. In fact, Stede’s favorite way is to use two of his own fingers while Ed deepthroats his cock.
Hearing him now, knowing that Stede is taking his pleasure while Ed’s laying right there, chained up and denied, Ed is flooded with a rush of emotions and contradicting desires. Betrayal, humiliation, envy, excitement— but most of all, he wants to be let out of this fucking cage .
He whips his head off the mattress and in doing so, dislodges the blindfold. He didn’t mean to, not really, but they never secure it too tightly, too worried about getting Ed’s hair all tangled, and Ed had forgotten to be careful and now he can see, and what he sees is so fucking hot, he forgets to even care about his predicament:
Stede, who has apparently spent this time removing his nice suit, is now laying inches away from him, completely nude, his feet braced flat against the mattress. He’s got his knees bent and open wide enough that he can bury his own fingers deep in his hole while the other hand strokes his thick cock in a quick, decisive rhythm. Ed darts a glance at Stede’s face, reassuring himself that Stede’s eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s free to look his fill.
It’s a shock to go from being blindfolded to the buffet of skin that’s before him now. His mouth waters at the pink head of Stede’s cock disappearing into his fist, a drop glistening at the tip that he longs to lick up. Stede’s balls are pushed somewhat to the side for better access, just a hint of a slicked-up rim peeking out from the two fingers he’s got stuffed inside. Ed can’t help but whimper at the erotic sight, even if his own dick remains sadly limp and uninvolved. Ed isn’t even angry, watching Stede secretly pleasure himself while Ed is caged— if anything, it adds to the heat in his belly that’s been simmering since this morning, never fully extinguished.
When they first started these games, Ed used to wonder if Stede even liked it. He was so focused on Ed’s enjoyment, and seemingly too nervous to worry about his own orgasm. He was constantly checking in on how Ed was doing, what did Ed want— which, of course, was kind of nice. Ed likes being the Princess, with all eyes on him. But now, seeing Stede pleasure himself while Ed is tucked away like a toy in a box, it takes the play to a new level, mixes up the hierarchy of who’s doing what for whom, of where does Ed’s desire start and Stede’s begin, until they’re both tangled up in it together.
It calms something in Ed, to know that they can share this. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d needed to know that Stede was all in. It’s part of why he wants Stede to get cruel with him sometimes— to show that Stede is willing to go to the extremes, that nothing is going to be too much for them. That Stede could be mean, could torture Ed and have him crying and begging, could take him apart and put him back together again. Because after all, it’s impossible to let go when your partner is still holding back.
Stede’s all in now, his moans speeding up along with his hands, and Ed can practically see Stede’s climax approaching. As Ed’s eyes follow the flush of pink that covers Stede’s broad chest and belly, his own adrenaline rises in sympathy. Although his cock is flaccid and cramped, he lowers his hips down to hump the mattress anyway. There will be no friction, no delicious pleasure, but his body tells him he needs to move . With his legs spread like this it’s tricky to get much leverage, but he thrusts in time with Stede’s strokes, and he swears he feels something release inside him the moment he sees Stede’s come erupt from the tip of his cock. Ed’s toes curl, his muscles lock, and he pants into the sheets in rhythm with Stede’s heavy breaths.
It must have been a satisfying orgasm, as it takes Stede a minute to recover and turn to make eye contact with Ed.
Stede is the one laid out, hand still buried between his legs, come splattered all over his belly and chest, yet all he has to do is raise one eyebrow and Ed is the one who’s filled with embarrassment, as if he were the one who was caught doing something naughty.
“Enjoying the show?” Stede asks, not sounding nearly as out of breath as he should after that performance.
Ed is at a loss for words, can only watch as Stede wipes off his hands and then, like a magician, Stede produces a tiny metal key.
It’s so theatrical, so corny, that Ed loses the scene and bursts into giggles. For a second, they’re not ‘Daddy and Princess’ or dominant and submissive, they’re just Stede and Ed, and one of them just had some fingers up his own ass and the other has his dick locked in some metal and it’s all just so silly.
“Did you…” Ed gasps through his laughter. “...am I meant to think that you had the key up your ass?”
“Ed!” Stede exclaims. “How dare you! I have been spending this entire time searching diligently for your key, and you make jokes? Shame on you!”
They get their laughter under control and Stede kneels on the bed, stroking Ed’s hair out of his face. Ed tips his head back for a kiss which Stede meets lazily; it’s a post-orgasm kiss, the kind that’s unhurried and leading nowhere, and Ed is suddenly reminded that while Stede may have just gotten to come, Ed has been denied and teased and on edge all fucking day.
He tries to heighten the kiss as best he can while tied to the bed, and Stede must notice because he grips Ed’s chin, holding him still and dominating the pace of the kiss. Stede pulls back to meet his eyes and just like that, the silliness is gone and Ed’s Daddy is back.
“You’ve earned your release, but I won’t be hurried. Mind your manners, baby.” He nips at Ed’s lip in reprimand before turning to his wrists.
Stede leaves the cuffs on but detaches them from the bed— it’s a clear signal that their play isn’t over, and Ed feels the ride starting back up again. He can’t imagine what else Stede has in store for him. He’s earned the cage coming off, surely there’s no more reason to shackle him again?
Stede removes the spreader bar, the metal clinking shockingly loud in the quiet of the room. Ed flexes his ankles, getting reacquainted with the freedom of movement.
“Turn over for me,” Stede commands softly, and the calm tone of voice sends a shiver of apprehension down Ed’s spine. In some ways, a Stede that has already gotten to come is the most dangerous of all— he’s calm, collected, and fully able to think through every scenario. The complete opposite of Ed, apparently, whose brain feels like it’s been put through the wash cycle.
Ed obeys and turns onto his back, arms still extended above his head. As he feared, Stede immediately re-attaches him to the straps in the new position. With his arms and legs stretched out like this, the cock cage is now completely on display. He gazes down his body at the shiny piece of metal, only a few inches long, nestled in his modest patch of pubic hair. Funny how something so small can have such a big effect.
“Ready to get unlocked?” Stede asks, and Ed is dizzy with how quickly he nods in agreement. Stede laughs at his eagerness. “Alright, Princess, spread your legs nice and wide for me, you don’t want me to pinch you on accident.”
Ed shows off a little, arching his back to prove how good he can be. It’s such a weird sensation, getting unlocked; his mind knows he’s about to get hard, but his body hasn’t caught up yet. Stede’s hands are steady and sure and it’s mere seconds before Ed hears the quiet click of the key, followed by the padlock sliding out. He waits for Stede to remove the rest of the device, or at least slip the cock ring off his balls, but instead Stede just holds it in place.
“Oh my,” Stede breathes, moving closer to examine Ed’s soft prick through the holes. “You’re soaked!”
Ed wouldn’t know, can’t feel much down there besides pressure and temperature, but he watches as Stede pokes his index finger through the bars of the cage. “Open up, baby.”
Ed sticks out his tongue and is rewarded with two of Stede’s fingers—no latex this time, only skin covered in Ed’s own pre-come. He licks desperately, trying to entice Stede to move things along. Now that the cage is unlocked, it’s only a matter of time before his cock begins to thicken and push the cage right off all by itself.
“Your poor little cock. It’s been leaking this whole time, and you didn’t even notice! Makes one wonder what’s even the point of you having a cock, if you can’t even feel it?”
Ed hums an agreement around Stede’s fingers. He’s not surprised, honestly; his cock is a weeper on the best of days, so no wonder it’s been crying this whole time without Ed even knowing. It’s amazing what his body does, how it opens or leaks or thickens all without Ed’s permission. And he knows Stede loves it too, loves knowing how Ed’s body responds to him no matter what.
“You ready for me to touch you, Princess?” He slides his fingers out of Ed’s mouth, while at the same time pulling the cage fully off. Ed sighs in relief as the cock ring follows, and he’s free. He can’t help but wiggle his hips around, enjoying the feel of his dick against his own skin once again.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he sighs. The sudden rush of arousal, of physical arousal, finally uniting with his psychological desire, is like a spark meeting a match. Finally, finally, Ed’s body can fully show how he’s been feeling all day, and he’s thankful he’s lying down as all the blood flows to his cock. He’s reminded how good it feels to have an erection- how the fuck had he forgotten already? Forgotten the ache that comes with being hard, the little sparks of pleasure that ride along each breath, the rightness of having a cock that’s ready to go, ready to be enveloped or stroked or licked. He desperately, desperately, wants to be touched. It’s a good thing Stede is the one unlocking him, because if it were up to Ed, he’d be ten strokes in already and about to come all over himself.
“You’ve been so good, darling,” Stede coos, and gives Ed’s cock a tentative, light stroke with one single finger. It’s barely anything and yet Ed’s hips jolt in shock— his skin is extra sensitive, and hasn’t warmed up yet to being touched. As much as he’s longed for this, now that it’s here, he has the irrational urge to shrink away. That finger dips into his slit, collecting a puddle of pre-come and rubbing it into the crown of his glans, and Ed keens at the sensation.
“Please,” he gasps, not knowing what he’s asking for, his wires too crossed to figure out if it’s not enough or too much, pleasure or pain.
Stede decides for him by grasping Ed’s cock in a loose fist, pumping him nice and sweet. He looks down the length of his own body, entranced by the sight of his erection, standing so proud at finally being allowed to participate. It only takes a few strokes before Ed believes that it’s real, that Stede is finally going to let him come—no more teasing, no more denial. Just Stede’s smooth warm hand, followed by a nice satisfying orgasm. Ed tips his head back and relaxes.
Casually, as if he’s not already giving Ed everything he’s ever wanted with just his hand, Stede asks, “You want my mouth?”
Ed’s brain comes to a complete halt.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. Stede is going to use his mouth. He is getting the blowjob of his dreams. Suddenly, the hand-job is not enough, it means nothing, not if Stede’s mouth is on the table. It’s going to be so good, after such a long day, and now he’s going to get his favorite treat of all— coming down Stede’s hot wet throat.
“Yes!” Ed shouts once he’s able to form words. “Yes, please, Daddy, yes, please let me have your mouth, please !”
Stede laughs at his begging and twists his hand around the head of Ed’s cock, his thumb pressing firm into that sweet spot just below his slit. Ed’s toes curl in pleasure.
“Alright, you desperate thing. You can have my mouth. But you have to be a good girl.”
“Yes, anything,” Ed promises. “I’ll be so good, I swear.”
“This is the rule, my love; you only get my mouth if you promise not to come.”
Ice runs through Ed’s veins. He couldn’t possibly have heard that right. “What?”
“You heard me. You can have my mouth, but you are not allowed to come.” Stede stares down at Ed, his brow furrowed and face stern. “Unless I give you permission, of course.”
“Okay.” He can do it. He just has to wait until his Daddy gives him permission. That’s not too difficult. Probably. “Yes, your mouth then. Please.”
“If you come without permission,” Stede says, and his gentle hand-job suddenly becomes strangling, tight and painful around the base, “I’m putting this cage back on you and it’s staying on for an entire week.”
“A week? ” He’s never gone for more than a day. He’d die if it were on for a week.
“A week. Now stop backtalking and make a decision.” Stede returns to pumping Ed’s cock slow and gentle, and the whiplash makes it hard to concentrate. “Yes or no. Do you want my mouth or not?”
“Okay, okay! Yes! Fine, please, please use your mouth!”
“What’s that? You want Daddy to suck your cock, Princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
In a flash, Stede is kneeling between Ed’s legs, his hot mouth wrapped around Ed’s aching cock, and it is heaven. It’s wet and tight and perfect, and Ed doesn’t even care that he’s not allowed to come yet, he just wants to bask in how good it feels.
Stede is pulling out all the stops, hollowing his cheeks, flicking his tongue against the slit. He wraps his hand around the base, pumping in time with his mouth while another hand cradles Ed’s balls, and a babble of nonsense pours out of Ed’s mouth.
After being caged and locked all fucking day, it’s like jumping into a volcano—the pleasure is incandescent, his mind and body finally in sync. He can’t help it, he thrusts his hips up into Stede’s mouth, chasing the sensation. His cock is in the driver’s seat, and his brain doesn’t get a say anymore. Still, there are alarm bells somewhere in the back of his mind, ringing danger, that he should savor this or— something, slow down or hit the brakes, but it’s hard to remember why.
“I’m getting close, Daddy,” Ed warns. He can feel the orgasm gathering speed, and he’s out of control, the desire building like a pressure cooker, and he can’t stop it. “Slow down, please!”
Stede does not slow down. The hand that was holding his balls strokes lower, and suddenly there’s a finger at his hole, pushing insistently, until Ed is filled up, his rim stretched around a thick knuckle and it’s so much, it’s what he’s been waiting for, his body primed to accept all the pleasure it’s been denied.
“Please, Daddy.” He’s begging now, desperate. His orgasm is racing up and down his spine like a trapped animal, and he tenses every muscle in his body to hold it off. “Please, can I come? Please? ”
“Not yet,” Stede responds tersely before returning to his work, and Ed feels something break inside him.
He’s spent so long today wishing for this, wanting to feel something in his dick, and now he has to switch his brain over to stopping it, and he just can’t. It’s too late. Stede’s thick finger grazes that spot deep inside him, a direct hit that opens up the door to all his pleasure, and Ed shakes his head violently, thrashing and pulling at his cuffs, trying to get away. Stede braces a forearm against Ed’s belly, holding him in place as he sucks Ed’s cock down to the root.
“Stop! Stop it! Stop Daddy! ” Ed squeezes his eyes shut, but the tears leak out anyway. He’s sobbing now, his body aching with the strain of trying to prevent this orgasm. “Stop stop stop, no! Stede! No, nooooo — I can’t—”
Stede doesn’t stop, just sucks harder, and Ed can’t hold back any longer, and he finally, finally lets go.
Stede senses it and pulls back, his mouth leaving Ed’s cock alone to shoot off into the cool air, and the difference is painful, violently jerking Ed out of the pleasure of the orgasm, his hips thrusting uselessly into nothingness, no pressure or heat or slick, just empty space.
“No,” Ed whimpers as he feels one strong splash of come on his belly, followed by a weak sad trickle of fluid. The ruined orgasm leaks out of his cock, which continues twitching, hoping uselessly for any sort of friction. “Why? Why, Daddy?”
His cock finishes its last few attempts at what’s left, and he sobs, emptied out and denied again. He’s bereft, crashed and abandoned at the bottom of a pit.
“What did I tell you?” Stede asks softly, crawling up the bed to meet Ed’s watery eyes. “You were supposed to wait for permission. You broke the rule, you naughty thing.” He kisses the tears that have fallen, chasing them down to Ed’s mouth, where he sucks on Ed’s lips.
Ed lets the sobs take over him, shaking with the unfairness of the situation. He’s too raw to even think about arguing his case.
“I guess we have to put the cage back on,” Stede says, his voice sad and disappointed, as if he didn’t orchestrate this whole thing himself. “Unless…” Stede gently kisses the space behind Ed’s ear, tender anything, and whispers, “You want another chance?”
“Oh, fuck!” Ed yanks his head away as he feels Stede’s hand grip his tender cock, the shaft still thick and erect. Stede makes a tight fist and pumps him hard and fast, and Ed howls. “No, Stede, please, it’s too sensitive! I can’t, please!”
Ed pulls at his cuffs, struggling, but Stede drapes his broad chest over Ed’s, holding him down, and gives him a punishing kiss. “Shh, Princess. I get to decide when you’re done. And I say you get one more try.”
The leftover come from Ed’s ruined orgasm soothes the way somewhat, but his cock is still so tender, it feels like stripping a raw nerve with every stroke. Stede doesn’t stop, his hand moving as mercilessly as it ever has, and all Ed can do is lay there and take it.
“Come on, baby,” Stede commands, the words thrust into Ed’s mouth, penetrating into Ed’s soul. “You can do it. Come on, I want you to come for me now. I know you have a little left. That wasn’t all that you had in your balls, was it? Give me just a bit more. Just a little more for Daddy.”
“Oh shit,” Ed moans pitifully, “Fuck, oh you asshole, fucking hate you—” but Ed can already feel it building, feels a second orgasm flowing down his spine and up his shaft, and he follows the pain all the way to the other side where pleasure is waiting.
When his orgasm finally hits, his body goes rigid, frozen in a broken arch, and Stede holds his cock tightly as Ed’s comes. It’s a tiny amount of fluid, barely anything there, but the feeling is bigger than ever, absolutely gushing through his veins, and Ed sighs in ecstasy—he knows now, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was it. The end of the ride. He feels giddy, exhilarated and exhausted and a bit drunk with it all.
Stede lifts his hand to Ed’s lips. “Lick it up, love.” Ed obeys, his body absolutely flooded with endorphins and all the good shit, little dopamine bubbles zipping around in there. He cleans Stede’s fingers, and by the time he’s done Stede has removed his cuffs and gathered him into his strong arms.
“You did so well,” Stede murmurs softly, stroking Ed’s hair. “Just wonderfully. I’m so proud of you.”
Ed closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy how loose and heavy his body feels, sated and wrung out.
*
Later, when his mind is clear and his body has been meticulously cleaned and clothed in the softest of his pajamas, Ed sits on the couch, snuggled up tight against Stede’s side.
“You know,” he tells Stede, “that might have been the meanest you’ve ever been to me.”
“Really?” Stede asks, sounding delighted. “Are you sure? What about that time with the ginger root?”
Ed reaches for the popcorn bowl and hums thoughtfully. “That was bad, I’ll admit, but nope. This was way worse.”
“You mean better,” Stede corrects.
“You know what I mean,” Ed says. “But I believe in you, babe. You’ll come up with something worse.”
“I can certainly try!”
“Maybe for my birthday?” Ed rests his head on Stede’s shoulder and clicks the remote, queuing up the next episode of Too Hot to Handle.
“Sure, darling,” Stede says. “I’ll be extra mean on your birthday. Just for you.”