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and I derived no pleasure from it. My cock shriveled up and I cried out for him to stop.
    I did not, however, use my safeword. It didn’t even occur to me.
    “There, that’s better,” Cain said, smiling that vicious smile. He grabbed my cock and balls and pulled them through some sort of plastic ring. He did the same with my balls, pushing them through another much smaller ring one at a time. It hurt when he pressed his finger to my testicle, forcing them through, but he managed. Next he threaded my dick into some sort of plastic tube. It was a tight fit, my soft cock fitting perfectly. He then used three small padlocks to secure everything together.
    I had seen chastity devices on the internet before, but I’d never imagined that I would be wearing one.
    Cain straddled my thighs, letting his body fall forward slowly so that his big leather-clad chest blanketed mine. He held himself up on one elbow as he leaned down to kiss me.
    The feel of his heavy body pressing into mine would usually have my mast standing at full attention. The leather of his uniform shirt, the way his big gloved hand was groping my body, and the way his tongue demanded access to my mouth were all intense and incredibly hot, but I wasn’t able to get hard at all .
    My dick pushed against the walls of the tube, and it felt horrible and magnificent all at once. Cain had taken ownership of my cock, and I loved it. I granted him ownership gladly.
    “I want to fuck you,” Cain growled into my mouth, kissing me hungrily as he groped my chest, fingers pinching and playing with my nipple.
    “OK,” I breathed out, willing to give him anything if it meant he would make me feel like this.
    “Yeah?” he asked, leaning up and staring down at me. I watched his full lips and big jaw from below, marveling at how handsome he was. How big, strong and gorgeous. “You ever take a cock up your ass?”
    I shook my head. I had fingered myself and used a prostate massager, but that was it. Mike had wanted to fuck me, but I had never let him. It had seemed scary and painful, and I hadn’t trusted him to get it right.
    Cain, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing.
    “Come with me,” Cain rose to his feet, boots still planted on either side of my body. He reached down a hand and helped me up, pulling me against his chest as I rose, wrapping his muscular arms around me and kissing me hungrily.
    I surrendered to the kiss, hands reaching behind him, clutching his tight ass. He laughed and broke the kiss, stepping back and grabbing me by the arm.
    “If this freaks you out we can go to the bedroom,” he warned me, walking past the bedroom door and further into the house than I had ever been before. He opened a door, flicking a light switch and stopped, letting me see.
    It was a staircase, leading down to the basement.
    “What’s down there?” I asked, Cain’s big hand still gripping my upper arm, holding me tightly.
    “That’s my playroom,” he said, letting go of my arm and grabbing my neck, pushing me towards the stairs.
    I let myself be led down the steps, stopping when we hit the bottom, just letting my brain absorb what I was seeing.
    The first thing I noticed were the walls. There was stuff hanging everywhere. Chains, manacles, whips and floggers. Cain was into this. Nobody casually collected this much BDSM gear if they didn’t take it seriously.
    The next thing I let myself look at was the actual room itself. It was about as big as the floor above, and filled with various types of bondage furniture. I recognized a fucking bench, a St. Andrews cross, and a sling, but some of the things I had no idea what were.
    “If this is too much we can go upstairs, but I thought you might think it was hot,” Cain breathed into my ear, lips nearly touching my neck. I leaned back, letting my naked body fall into his embrace.
    “This is intense,” I said, eyes wide and eager as I surveyed the fantastic room. “I love it.”
    Cain pushed me forward towards