To breathe normally. Gay sex And every time, a little shiver of heat curled low in my gut.By the time my first class ended, I was exhausted—not from anything we’d done, but from the weight of carrying this secret around. Still tuned to every movement, every sound.I wiped my palms on my top, accidentally brushing across my sensitive nipples hiding underneath. Denied & DrippingThe sheets were tangled around my legs, still sticky in spots from the mess I’d made the night before. My crotch still smelled faintly like piss.I sat down on the toilet lid and held my head in my hands.What the fuck was I doing?Locked in a cage. From pretending I wasn’t locked up, pretending I was just like every other guy walking around with free access to their own cock.I wasn’t.And the longer I wore it, the more that did something to me. Not just physically. Replaying it all in my head.His groans, the sudden gasp, the hitch, the wet slap of his palm landing one last time before everything goes quiet. Late night.”He didn’t know the half of it.We headed out and the whole time I was hyper-aware of everything: the way the cage tugged slightly every time I took a step, the way my cock kept twitching against
