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I swear I didn’t flex. I hadn’t moved, but my dick actually twitched. It had never happened before, and Declan noticed.

“You like that idea?”

I nodded. “Uh, very much so, I think.”

“Good.”

22

Declan

The days turned into weeks that turned into months. Ty had done as much as he could do with Miles and Preston. Each of them had their own personal coaches now; my friend Hudson had started working with Miles, and some Russian nightmare had taken Preston under his leathery wings.

In the meantime, a few college-age men had joined Chula Vista and most of Ty’s time was spent working with them. He had also started a monthly weekend workshop for younger local boys, looking for a little input from a former Olympian. Ty always came home glowing on these days. Additionally, Ty was continuing to strengthen his own body.

When I met him, he was already gorgeous, but over time, I had seen small changes in his musculature. It was clear he enjoyed working out. Most of the time he came with me to the gym, and while he usually didn’t do the same workout I did, he stayed at it for as long as we were there. I had definitely noticed a difference in his stomach. When his cum splattered on his abs, the pattern was different now. There were definite ridges.

He wore the cage all the time now. And when we were alone, he’d call me ‘sir’ sometimes and fuck…if I wasn’t already hard, it got me there pretty fast.

I initially planned on removing it on the weekends, for my one day off. Most of him wearing it was for my training, but part of it was also that it was kinky as fuck. But, after a few weekends of removal, Ty said he wanted to leave it on when I fucked him. After I let loose my third orgasm in about five hours, he finally came with it on. I was in shock. Ty had shown me some videos of that, but they were porn stars, OnlyFans guys. Professional caged subs. And now in the bedroom, Ty was becoming just that.

I told him we could change it up whenever. We were partners, and I didn’t want him to feel forced to do these things. It was just something we could try to help avoid the temptation of sex, but Ty was so on board with it. He wanted it now.

He’d come so far with everything. Not just the sex, but the emotional part too. The connection was almost palpable on a daily basis. Long ago, I had started fantasizing about a future together - thinking about the L word - but I was still waiting for him to say that he loved me. I refused to say it first. I knew I was being overly cautious, but I just couldn’t break down that last barrier in my heart. The weak part of me needed him to do it for me.

A few weeks after we had learned that if I horned Ty up enough with foreplay and copious amounts of my semen, he could cum through the cage - that is, hands-fucking-free - we were snuggled in bed together on a Sunday. One of the days of the week that I had a lighter workout load.

“I know I asked you about announcing our relationship and everyone probably already knows, but we never wrote an official post.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, can I do it? Like right now?” Ty asked.

“I don’t see why not.”

Next to me, Ty fixed his hair, arranging it perfectly on the pillow under him, then pulled me over to lay my head next to his. It was a simple selfie, but it was clear we were shirtless and in bed. It was then clear we were naked because of Ty’s hashtag choices.

It may already be super obvious, but I’m in a relationship with Declan Moore. I had a sexual epiphany at the Olympics - he hit on me :) - and I’m quite confident, now, in saying I am bisexual. It’s been an unimaginably fantastic year with this man. After my injury, I thought my life was over, and even with an amazing family and supportive friends, it wasn’t until I saw Declan again last September that I felt like my life was worth it. That sounds super melodramatic - even for me - but he has me wrapped around his finger and I don’t care. I love it. I love everything about us together. It feels like every day is paradise.

“Wow. That’s…something.” I swear I could feel the warm fuzzies swirl around my heart.

I watched Ty hit the blue check mark.

“Was that okay?” Ty turned his head so his lips were inches from mine.

“It was perfect.” I reached over to caress his cheek. “I’m glad you feel that way. I didn’t know you were such a poet.”

“Suck on that, Ian Campbell!” Ty threw a fist in the air.

I chuckled. “And apparently a little jealous.”

“Can you blame me? Look at you. You’re like a modern-day Apollo.”

“So if I’m Apollo, then who are you?”

“Hmm…a handsome tree nymph?”

“That makes sense because I’m definitely sensing some wood.” I wrapped my hand around his hard cock that I had unlocked the night before. Every now and then I liked to hear it slap against his stomach while I fucked him.