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slowly, easily. “I have you. I really do. You don’t have to do anything at all.”
Stephen let himself melt, let himself relax into Champ’s arms with a sob.
“There you go, boy.” Champ pressed kisses over his face, lips so gentle wherever they landed.
“I’m sorry.” He panted, his breath slowing.
“You’ve never done this before and you panicked. It’s going to be okay. I won’t let you be lost.”
“I feel silly. Like I overreacted.”
Champ tilted his head so he could look into Daddy’s eyes. “All your reactions are valid. Your feelings are valid.”
He nodded, but he wasn’t so sure.
“Say it, boy.”
“What?”
“Say it. Your feelings are valid.”
Stephen’s cheeks blazed. “My feelings are valid.”
“Now say it like you mean it. Like you believe it. I believe it.”
“Daddy…” He sighed. “My feelings are valid.”
“It’s true, hmm? However you feel is how you feel. You need to remember, too, though, that I can take anything and hold it for you.”
“I just—it was just very big.”
“You’ll become used to very big. Because everything we do is and will be.” Champ held him cocooned and warm.
“I—” Oh. He could do it. He could. Champ would hold him.
“I’ve got you, boy.”
You’re safe. I won’t let you go.
He tilted his head. So weird. It was like hearing Champ inside him.
Gentle kisses dropped over his head, and Champ petted him. “See? You’re safe. It might be big, but it’s good.”
“I am. It is. I love you, huh?”
“I love you too. Now. Let’s get this cage on you.” His touches felt good on his cock, but this time, his prick didn’t grow from that pleasure. It was exhausted, and so was he.
There was something reassuring about having the metal around his cock, keeping it small and soft. He didn’t have to worry. He could just snuggle in.
And his Daddy’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close and safe, just like the cage held his cock.
Chapter Eighteen
They’d indulged themselves for three days, but now it was time for Stephen to go back to school. It was time to try out Berny’s magical potion.
Stephen was making tacos, singing to himself and being—adorable.
He was looking forward to trying the potion, to seeing the effects it had on his boy.
“Are you hungry, Daddy? I promise this will taste good?”
He’s so dear. “I am and I’m sure it will—it smells delicious.”
Stephen beamed. “I hope so.”
“I can’t believe you need to go back to school tomorrow. The last few days have gone by so quickly.” And Champ knew in his head Stephen would be finished with school soon enough, but any time away from him seemed interminable.
“Just for four days, love.”
“I know. I have something to help you keep your hands to yourself.”
“The cage, Daddy?” Stephen almost—almost didn’t pout.
“I do believe we’ll include the cage, but I have something that will dial back the need—let you concentrate on your schoolwork.” It really was an elegant solution.
Stephen didn’t answer, just got busy pulling down plates to serve them.
His boy was going to resist to begin with, but he knew Stephen would like the potion once they started using it. Champ knew his boy didn’t want to get in trouble, and at the moment the no-touching rule was a problem.
Not only that, but his lover was passionate about his work, his art. He wouldn’t deny Stephen the chance to finish his schooling.
“This looks delicious. Almost as delicious as you.” He loved to give Stephen compliments, to boost his boy’s self-esteem. They were all truths too.
“Thank you. I—I don’t cook a lot of different meals, but the ones I do taste good.”
“We can order whatever we like whenever you don’t feel like cooking. And maybe there could be classes to learn more things.” It was something they could do together. He wasn’t averse to cooking himself.
“There are neat videos on the web too. We can have a ball.”
“Yes, I was thinking the same thing. You and me, learning together. It would be a joy.” Everything with my boy is a joy.
“Sure. I’d love that.” Stephen was willing to play, to learn, to submit.
“I’ll see what I can find. Maybe we can make Sunday afternoons our adventures-in-the-kitchen time.” Whether they did things via online courses, had a chef come in for an hour or two, or something else, he would make it happen.
“I’d like that. I don’t mind cooking and I like learning.”
“Consider it done.” It would be good for them, build character to have to keep their hands off each other for an hour or two.
“Cool. Supper’s ready.” Stephen brought the