When the pressure of sitting too long built up and demanded to be noticed. No relief. Gay sex Full body photo. Even that small pressure made my cock twitch, desperate for attention.The cage itself was cool in my hand, its weight substantial for its size. My knees almost buckled.”We won’t see each other again until Friday,” Sean went on, his voice rich with promise. There’s no way to get that key without destroying the seal.”He stepped closer, and I felt the heat of him like a tangible thing.”I hold the real keys,” he said. Nothing that would draw attention.The way Sean wanted me to look: ordinary on the outside, branded on the inside.I triple-checked the address.Checked the time.And then headed out into the evening.The Uber ride was a blur.I watched the city stream past the window—streets glowing under the warm haze of sunset, people laughing at restaurant patios, couples strolling hand-in-hand. I’d denied myself release, half-afraid it would somehow cheapen what had happened between us, half-afraid of what it would mean if it didn’t.I dressed for work in a daze, my mind thick with restless need. There was a rawness to my reflection, a faint flush to my skin that no amount of cold water could hide.
