incredulously. “More frequent?” “I don’t know, maybe it would be more like a game, like playing.” M. just convulses, grunts and gasps, and cums in A.’s hand. A. Gay sex is eying the device closely from multiple angles. “It looks pretty tight.” “Well, it’s supposed to be snug. The constriction is part of the appeal.” A. grunts in response to A.’s manipulations, more than once. “I did say that.” He smiles. “So, yes, you could lock me for a week. If you wanted.”A. strips off his underwear. He opens his arms, fully exposing himself.“Happy birthday, mister president.”A. is silent for a moment. “This seems like a dangerous game you’re proposing.”“There might be some risk.” A smiles at his partner. “But that’s part of the pleasure. Sex without risk is just masturbation.”M. says rapidly, “but this wasn’t like a legal contract.” He pauses, breathes. “My idea was that this would enhance our relationship, you know, make the sex better. Not put an end to it.”“Didn’t you just tell me this cage was a way of extending sex, making it ubiquitous?”“I certainly didn’t say ubiquitous.”“But it would be like I had your cock in my hand” – M.
