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The chastity journey is going well.
Satoru is rather proud of himself, especially because he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to fully commit. It’s been months since they started and his cock has become used to the cage. It’s officially time to downsize, and Satoru is excited.
He’s been good, ever since they started this journey. At first it was very hard. Being edged in his cage, his balls full and angry was a sight to behold. Suguru would tease him, tug on his nipples and feel him up as he panted to be released from the cage, constantly let down.
He went two days, then four days in the cage to a full week. A full week turned into two and now, Satoru doesn’t remember the last time he had his cage off outside of a milking session. He’s pretty proud of himself, especially when Suguru compliments and praises him for it.
He patiently waits in the bedroom, always getting home before Suguru. He got the new cage out, realized how small it was and swallowed down his excitement. He exhales now, sitting on the bed in nothing but a loose shirt and his cage propped between his legs, secured by the strap always around his waist.
Suguru told him to be ready when he got home, just as eager to downsize, too. Satoru has yet to be able to cum in his cage just yet, not without a vibrator pressed up against his balls and even then, it’s pretty difficult to wring an orgasm out of him. He can’t cum without some kind of stimulation to his cock, cage or not.
It’s sad but he’s getting there. He knows he can do it, but he knows how difficult it can be to train your body to do something. For now, he’s happy to cum during these sessions, lick up his mess and be secured back into his cage. Suguru says the dumb puppy act suits him and Satoru can't help but agree.
He looks up now at Suguru when he appears in the bedroom door frame, smiling at him. The anticipation is a wonderful feeling, eating away at Satoru as he waits like a good boy should. He leans back, his shirt hiking up and revealing his cage, the smaller size already taken apart and laid out on the bed.
“Perfect,” Suguru smiles, crossing the floor as he takes off his coat. He dumps it in the corner and leans down to kiss Satoru sweetly, his hand resting on his jaw. “Ready, angel? Let me get undressed.”
Satoru hums, getting out the lube. Suguru likes to stretch Satoru out while milking him, getting him ready for his second orgasm when he thrusts into him soon after. He’s already laid down a towel on the bed and pulls out a pink bulbed wand that he knows Suguru likes to use because of the colour. He lays it out with the cage but he’s soon to move them, knowing all the pieces will become lost as he’s fucked into his first orgasm.
Suguru approaches Satoru at the foot of the bed once he’s laid the cage on the bedside table. His hands move to his hips, tugging on the cage strap. “So proud of you,” he whispers into Satoru’s ear, flicking up the clasps and undoing the strap from the ring around Satoru’s cock. He drops it on the floor, instantly back with the key to unlock Satoru’s cage. It’s kept in the top drawer of their dresser, always available in case Satoru needs to let himself out for whatever reason.
He unlocks the cage, pulling it away from Satoru’s cock gently. His cock grows out slightly, and Suguru is soon to shift and tug at the ring, completely unlocking Satoru’s cock. He keeps his hands on Suguru’s forearms, leaning back against him with a hum. “Thank you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to Suguru’s cheek. “I got your favourite out.”
“Always know what I like,” Suguru purrs, licking his cheek.
Satoru breaks away from him, his boyfriend setting the cage away. He leans on the bed, but Suguru tuts at him, not wanting the set up. “No, over my lap, baby. I don’t care if you get my pants dirty.”
Satoru sits up, his cock twitching at the thought. He only really lays across Suguru’s lap when he’s getting spanked, but the complete submission of the position makes his stomach clench, eager to please. He nods, looking up at Suguru with wide eyes. “Okay,” he whispers, smiling when Suguru pushes his bangs from his forehead.
They get in position, Satoru over Suguru’s lap. The lube makes him jolt, the head of the wand pushing against his rim. He’s taken it all the way down to the base, but the introduction of it is enough to make his hands clench on the sheets, a shudder running through him.
Suguru pats his hair, keeping him comfortable. Satoru doesn’t need to be told twice, shuffling his knees up so his ass is perched up. He turns his knees in, his hole exposed as the lube warms against his skin, the wand circling his rim.
“Good, baby,” Suguru purrs, a smooth tone that makes Satoru relax even further. Soon enough, the head of the wand slips inside him and Suguru is slow to fuck it into him, especially as Satoru’s cock fills out. “Do you think you’ve gotten smaller, Satoru? This cage is going to be the next size down.”
Satoru gasps, the wand pressing further inside him. He can always feel it in his guts before it’s even completely in, same with Suguru’s long fingers. He nods, keening as Suguru fucks the wand shallowly into him. “Y-Yeah, a little. The cage– Ah, the cage was– was too loose.” He doesn’t know how much length he would have realistically lost, since he grows anyway, but the thought of it is enough to make his cock throb, precum beading at the tip. “That means– I've been good?”
Suguru hums, his other hand going from Satoru’s hair to cupping his jaw. His thumb slips inside Satoru’s mouth and his eyes roll up as he sucks, moaning as the wand presses deeper. He hasn’t cum in almost two weeks, so it’s no surprise that as soon as the wand presses against his prostate, he’s cumming onto Suguru’s pants with a broken cry.
“Well done,” Suguru whispers, pressing his thumb down on Satoru’s tongue. It calms him, grounds him as his body shakes in his orgasm, cum spurting in a pathetic drizzle from his cock. It won’t be long until he just leaks and God, he can’t wait for it.
Suguru pulls the wand out gingerly, twisting and turning it slower. Satoru clenches around it, always eager to have something in his ass. He’s most likely going to go to bed in a new cage and a plug in his ass. He drools, Suguru’s thumb taken from his mouth and he flops onto the bed, watching his boyfriend get up to get a cloth and clean him up.
Suguru’s pants are stained. Satoru hums as he’s manhandled into sitting up against the headboard, the new cage in Suguru’s hands. He barely processes it, the routine so familiar and he watches Suguru line the new cage up, locking him away. It’s a lot more snug and makes him hiss but Suguru shushes him, passing him the key to lock it.
Satoru does it, fiddling with the cage to make it sit better. Suguru links the cage strap back around his hips, making it sit up high. It makes him feel more feminine that way for some reason, and Satoru adores it.
“Perfect,” Suguru whispers, kissing Satoru’s cheek. “You wanna sit on my cock? Let me cum inside, plug you up so you can sleep?”
Satoru just about pants, nodding like an eager puppy. His second wind hits him,his cock fighting to harden in the cage. It’s a little painful but he barely notices, not when he’s straddling Suguru and lining his cock up with his lubed up hole. He bottoms out in one swift move, tossing his head back as he whines, high off Suguru’s answering low moan.
“Slow, baby, slow, ” Suguru hisses, gripping Satoru’s hips. He attempts to guide him, up and down and into a proper rhythm and Satoru goes, his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He feels full already, fuller than when the wand stretched him out. He won’t cum in his cage, not just yet but God he wishes he could.
He clenches around his boyfriend, sucking him in and moaning when he feels Suguru’s cock pulse inside him. He’s ready to cum and Satoru drags him there, kissing him fiercely as he drools, all of it slipping past their lips when all Satoru can do is moan.
He feels Suguru get close. There’s no warning, Satoru riding him like his life depends on him and all of a sudden, he’s warm and slowing down, drooling into Suguru’s mouth as he’s fucked with his boyfriend’s cum.
“Ah, hmm,” Satoru hums, absentmindedly reaching for the bedside table to get one of their plugs. He barely pulls away from Suguru, not while he’s cumming and the warmth makes him moan, their tongues lazily pressing against each other.
“Slow,” Suguru hisses as Satoru pulls himself up. His stamina is something to be rivaled, since he’s pathetically hard in his own cage so soon after cumming and single handedly hopping off his boyfriend and stuffing a metal plug in his ass.
He snickers, wincing at the feeling of cum trickling out of him but he eases the plug inside, collapsing onto his boyfriend’s chest. He draws his hands away from his ass, only to be replaced by Suguru pressing the plug inside him to make him moan.
“Stop– Ah, asshole.” He smacks Suguru in the chest, huffing at the obvious smirk that’s on his face. Satoru sighs, snuggling up to his boyfriend even though they probably both need a shower.
Suguru presses a kiss to Satoru’s head, humming at him. “Thank you, Satoru. You’re okay?” Satoru hums, barely able to stifle his own yawn. “Okay, we’ll shower later. I love you.”
Satoru stretches up, reaching for Suguru’s face and planting a wet cheek on his cheek. “Love you,” he mumbles, tucking his face into Suguru’s neck with a heavy sigh.