Page 45 of Jack Frosting

“No hickies,” I warned. His mouth felt incredible, but I had waited long enough. “I need to see this surprise. Take your clothes off.”

Jack groaned but obeyed. With his legs still straddling my waist, he pushed off the bed and took his hoodie off. A silver chain with a key dangling on his chest caught my eye immediately. I pointed it out.

“It’s yours,” he said, tossing it to me. “Don’t lose it.”

While I put it around my neck, he dismounted. I watched as he slipped his sweatpants off to reveal…a silver cage on his cock.

“Fuck, how is that thing containing you?” I asked.

Jack shrugged. “The shower definitely warmed me up, but yeah, it’s getting a little snug.” He climbed back onto the bed. “Wanna check it out?”

“Of course!”

I climbed over to kneel in front of him. He had a hinged ring circling the base of dick behind his balls, and the cage itself was a silver cylinder containing his entire shaft. I hadn’t realized it, but it was the first time I’d seen his whole body.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” It was just above his pubes.

Wait a sec.

“Oh my God.”

Jack covered half his face with his hand. “So you haven’t been pretending to not remember me?”

“You’re the guy from the bathroom?!” I launched myself off the bed. I didn’t know what to think, or do. There was Donald fucking Duck mowing his pubes!

Jack nodded. “I’m also the guy in your bedroom whose giant dick is stuffed inside a little cage that was hoping to get railed tonight.”

I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but my mind had started replaying what I remembered of that night. “This is so embarrassing!”

“Why?” Jack got off the bed and walked over to me, taking my hand. “It was a great time then, and it’s been an amazing few months here. I have no regrets.”

“But I just found you in a bar and-”

“Sucked my dick? I hate to break it to you, but that happens in bathrooms more than you think. And who really cares? It was fucking hot.”

It was definitely that, but I still had to know. “You’ve known the whole time?”

Jack sighed. “I mean, I didn’t know it was you until you answered the door.”

Okay, that was something. “Right. It’s not like you knew my name.”

“Look, Clayton, I can tell you’re processing this information, but”–Jack grabbed my face so I was forced to look him in the eyes–“are you really going to grind this to a halt?”

I really didn’t know what to do. “Well-”

“Well, nothing. My dick is hard. It’s locked inside a metal cage. You’re going to tease me for having a useless nub, and then you’re going to cum inside me.”

“It’s hard-”

“Yeah, it is.” Jack grabbed his locked-up dick.

“-to say no to that.” I relented. “Get on the bed.”

“That’s the spirit…sir.”

Without specifying, he was on all fours, his perfect buns on full display.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep it down.” Jack turned to look over his shoulder. “Do you have anything to stuff in my mouth?”