Chapter 22
Jonah
Dear Puppy,
I’m so happy to hear everything has worked out for you! It sounds like you have an incredible man in your life. If he has a brother, send him my way ;). I hope you don’t mind, but I’d love to share this whole story on my blog. I know readers will love it. I wish you all the happiness in the world with your soon-to-be husband.
Sincerely,
Art
I respond to the email, letting Art know I’d be happy to let him tell his readers all about our love story. After all, we are major #couplegoals.
“Hey there, Doctor Giddy,” Addie teases.
“You’d be giddy too if you were about to marry the most amazing man to ever walk the face of the Earth.”
“Fair,” she agrees. “And way to rub it in to your poor, single friend.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” I joke, earning the finger from her.
She passes me a chart, and luckily it doesn’t look like anything too emotionally taxing. I stand up and take note for the thousandth time in the last two days of the weight of the cage on my cock. I’d have thought I’d be used to it by now, but it seems to be growing more noticeable rather than less. It’s probably the way my balls have started to ache every time I think about it. Five days to go and I’m already wondering if anyone has done medical research into whether you can actually die from blue balls or not.
“You’re coming to the bachelor party tomorrow night, right?” I check.
“Am I going to watch hot men take their clothes off? That would be a yes.”
“Good, you can be in charge of ogling men with Seb while Lars and I drink quietly in the corner and grope each other under the table.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
I head into the exam room after that, and the day rolls on at an easy pace. On my way home, I make a quick stop at Kink Closet. This time, instead of feeling nervous and slightly shameful, I push through the door confidently. It’s amazing how much things can change in a little over a month.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Adrian greets happily as soon as I step inside. “Need help finding anything?”
“It’s going great. I’m actually here to see you.”
“Oh?”
“Lars and I got engaged, and it’s really short notice, but we’re getting married next week, so a friend of ours is throwing together an impromptu bachelor party tomorrow night at Cowboys.”
“And you want me to come?” he asks with surprise.
“Well, yeah. I thought we kind of had a friendship thing starting, and it seemed like something you might enjoy. Since Lars and I aren’t going to be able to summon the necessary enthusiasm for it, we figured we should give Seb some people who would.”
“I’d love to come; it sounds like a lot of fun. I have to ask Nathan, but I can let you know?” At the mention of his master, I notice some of the usual sparkle go out of him, replaced by uncertainty and anxiousness.
“Sure, yeah, of course. Is this the kind of thing he’d let you go to? He doesn’t seem like the type…”
“Oh god, no. I won’t tell him where I’m going,” he assures me with a laugh. “I just have to ask if I can go out with friends. Well, first I’m going to ask if he’s planning to work late, and if he is, then I’m home free.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something about that not seeming right, but I suppose I’m new to the lifestyle, so maybe it’s not as unusual or wrong as it seems.
“Okay, well, let me give you my number then you can text me.”
Adrian pulls out his phone, unlocks it, and hands it to me to enter my number into.
“By the way, how did the cock cage go over when you gave it to Lars?” he asks when I hand his phone back. My cheeks heat, and I’m sure I’m blushing bright red. “Gotcha,” he laughs, “I’m glad it was a good choice. I’ll text you later, and congratulations on the engagement; Lars seems like a great guy.”
“He’s the best,” I agree.
Lars’ car is already in the driveway when I get home.
As soon as I step into the house, he comes barreling out of the kitchen, shoving me against the front door and kissing me like his life depends on it. I groan into his mouth as he rubs his erection against me, my balls doing that heavy ache thing again, and my cock tries desperately to swell against the warm metal.
He drags his hands over my body and then down between my legs, cupping the cage and moaning into my mouth.
“Drop your pants,” he commands against my lips. Getting my fingers under the waistband of both my pants and underwear, I tug them down to my thighs together. “Do you know what it’s like working all day with an erection? I couldn’t stop thinking about you caged for me, and it drove me crazy.”
He trails a finger over the cage, and I shiver when he touches the skin of my dick, pressing through as it tries valiantly to get hard.
“Lars,” I gasp.
“What does it feel like?” he asks, his gaze still fixed on it.
“My balls hurt a little, but not in a bad way, but like I can’t stop thinking about how good it’ll feel to come.”
He groans, yanking his pants open and pulling his own erection out and wraps his fist around it.
“I’m not sure when I became so possessive, but it’s so fucking hot to know you’re all locked up just for me,” he pants as he jerks himself roughly. I’m so surprised and turned on, all I can do is watch with wide eyes as he gets himself off.
His cock swells in his grasp, flushed and leaking strands of precum onto his fist, so each tug sounds more wet, dirtier and more incredible.
“Tell me you’re mine, pup,” he grits out through his teeth.
“God, I’m yours, Lars. I’m all yours.”
He lets out a strangled cry, cum shooting out of his slit and landing in my mess of pubes and on the cage, as well as all over my thighs.
He sways toward me, his hand slowing as a few final drops dribble over his fingers. I catch him, my body thrumming as if I was the one who just came that hard.
“That was so fucking hot,” I say, and Lars nods in agreement, a sated smile spreading over his lips.
“I feel like some kind of crazy, possessive beast.”
“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” I laugh, pulling off my shirt and using it to mop up his release, and then hand it to him to clean his hand off. “Let me get changed and then we can sit down for dinner together.”
I head to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes and into my comfortable home clothes—track pants and a t-shirt—and then meet Lars back in the kitchen for dinner.
Lars sets a plate of chicken and vegetables in front of me before sitting down with his own.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” he says after our first few silent bites.
“I’m listening.”
“It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while actually, but there’s always been some excuse as to why I shouldn’t mention it or why I should forget about it.”
“Tell me,” I insist, reaching out to put my hand on his, my heart beating fast at the cryptic start of this conversation.
“It’s nothing bad,” he assures me. “I’ve been thinking a lot about getting out of day practice and specializing.”
A relieved breath whooshes out of my lungs. “Of course you should do that if you want to. What were you thinking of specializing in? What do you have to do to make it happen?”
“Surgery,” he tells me and then goes on to explain about a residency and how he’d have to basically go without getting paid for a few years. “After I get the title of surgical specialist, I’ll make at least three times more than I’m making now. But it still means going about three years living only on your income.”
I smile at him and shake my head. “You do realize that we make way more right now than we need. Sure, our student loans are high, but other than that and the house, we don’t have any major spending obligations. Our savings account plus my income will be plenty to sustain us while you do this.”
“Really?”
“Really,” I assure him. “If this makes you happy, you should do it.”
Lars’ smile gets even bigger, and I can’t resist leaning forward to steal a kiss.
“Thank you, JJ. This means so much to me,” he breathes against my lips. “After we’re married, I’ll get the ball rolling on this.”
“Good. I’m glad you told me. I want you to always be happy.”
“Back at you,” he agrees. “How about some puppy cuddle time after dinner?”
“I love that idea.”
“I love you,” Lars counters.
“Love you more.”
“Impossible.”