By GratDelay
I woke before Adin. I actually felt pretty rested. We had moved around in our sleeps, so it was easy to slip out of bed without waking him. I stood staring at him for a while. God he was so beautiful! And he was in my bed. I rubbed the front of my chastity belt in appreciation.
I looked down. Like I usually do, I had morning wood, squeezed on all sides by the steel tube. Was I still in the grip of that devastating drug? Right then, there was no difference.
I ambled in to the bathroom and drained my bladder. This time I was able to clean up the belt properly. As I was sitting on the john, I thought back on the night before. It was physically and emotionally the most intense night of my life. I felt another surge of gratitude for my friend Adin. I wondered how I could return the favor.
That’s when I had a wicked idea.
It was very wicked. My cock struggled to split the steel tube it was in.
I knew it was wicked, but hadn’t Adin said something about me needing to go with my feelings? I thought about this as I went back to my bedroom.
He was still asleep.
The two sets of cuffs were sitting on the deck furniture end table during the burger and beer fest, and Zac couldn’t help but sneak peeks at them whenever he thought nobody was looking. As a kid, Zac loved cop shows and seeing guys getting arrested and as his early high school years came about, he noticed that those shows and images created a stir in his manhood. Always wanting to get his hands on a set of cuffs and locking up a guy and even experience getting locked up had only been thoughts with no real world experiences. That is, until today, and he got a full dose — all in a short period of time.