His Boy Alex is a long-term, cock cage-based M/M chastity story told in a series of blog posts by T. M. Chris. Please use the link to go to the first post and click forward from there.
The Devil surveyed the man in front of him: slim, short, blond, powerlessly naked against the looming bulk he’d assumed for purposes of intimidation, but not intimidated. The man–Gavriel, his paperwork said–stood strong but not defiant with his hands clasped behind his back and his head down, sneaking little peeks up through his lashes at the magnificent manifestation of evil before him rather as though it turned him on.
This would never do. Continue reading
He fastens the cuffs around my wrists, right one first. I’m right handed, so when my right hand is immobilized I feel immediately restricted, then doubly restricted when the left is immobilized too. He always does the right one first, whether we’re standing or lying, in bed or on the rack.
Today I’m on the bed, face down. I squirm my hips into the mattress, my dick already growing hard because I know that being tied face down means he’ll fuck me after. Continue reading
This story features Maddox and Jack from Deep Under. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read Deep Under
Maddox awoke with a sudden, sharp alertness, then let himself settle back into contented drowsiness when he recognized the shape of his lover easing into the bed next to him. He nuzzled into Jack’s neck, enjoying the scent he’d missed over the last few weeks.
“Welcome home,” he murmured as he tucked Jack’s larger frame more tightly against his. “How’d it go?”
“You know I can’t tell you anything.”
“Hotshot.” He smiled against the skin of Jack’s neck. Jack never missed an opportunity to rub his exalted position as an FBI agent into Maddox’s face. “Guess I’ll just have to beat it out of you.” Continue reading