Sex in C Major
Chapter 72

So he wanted the cage-

another time.

Daz squatted down beside him on the carpet, frowning.

"You'll do as you're told."

"I-I can't. Please, Sir, I can't. Let me sleep with you."

"You think slaves get to soil their master's beds? You'll sleep where I tell you to sleep."

"Please!"

"You can sleep in there, or you can sleep in the shed. Your choice."

Stefan felt the panic crawling up his back. He clutched; Daz pulled his hand away.

And it was too much. Too scary. He couldn't go in the cage, all alone without a single touch. Not yet.

"Checkmate."

Daz's entire face changed. The stern expression crumpled. The blue eyes widened. And Stefan reached, near-flung himself on his owner and clung as tightly as possible. "Hey-hey-hey. Come on, Stefan, talk to me."

His name scraped over Stefan's ears. It jarred. It almost hurt.

"I can't do it."

"Can't do what?"

"Let go. I feel I feel like I'm still spaced when you let go."

"Oh hell..."

"And it's scary. I-I like the cage, I do, but I can't. Not tonight. Please let me❞

"Hey, of course. That's fine. We've hit a hard boundary, that's fine. You'll have to sleep on my side of the bed, though, Yannis was pretty grumpy about your cuffs last time you slept in the middle."

Stefan hiccuped, a tiny laugh escaping, and dug his fingers blindly into Daz's back. "Please," he mumbled, not even sure what he was asking for.

"You need something to hold onto?"

"Yes. You."

"Okay. Would you feel better in some heavier cuffs?"

"I-yes. Yes."

"Alright. Come on, up you get."

Stefan was hauled to his feet and put back on the bed. Daz was affectionate again, like he had been in the shower. He squeezed at Stefan's feet and ankles as he removed the cuffs, and new ones took their place. Bar cuffs. They locked Stefan's ankles together, tight and hard. His joined feet were lifted and dropped into the duvet, and then his hands were pushed into gloves and bar handcuffs, similarly tight and unyielding, were locked into place over the cotton. He was dragged to the edge of the bed and turned on his side, before darkness enfolded his eyes and the blindfold was knotted tightly behind his head.

Briefly, his master's hands left him. Stefan whimpered.

"Just a minute."

Fingers smoothed over his hair and cheek, then the mattress dipped and he was hauled backwards. An arm slid under his ribs and folded up over his stomach. A foot settled behind his own.

"Just this once," his master said. "And if you get demanding in the night, I'll lock you in that cage and only feed you cum for a week. Understood?"

Stefan relaxed. The dizzy fear drifted away. He simply felt heavy, warm and safe in his owner's bed. Despite the threat. Because of the cuffs.

Sick, his brain whispered.

But his voice only said, "Yes, Sir." 27

Stefan was woken the next morning by his cuffs being unlocked.

He blinked sleepily at Daz in confusion, then yelped when his pyjama bottoms were ripped off. The socks followed. When he clutched at the T-shirt to prevent its removal, Daz simply ripped it open and tore the ruined fabric away. In a matter of seconds, Stefan was completely naked and being dragged from the warm bed to cold air by the arms.

"What's-Sir, what's-"

Daz said nothing. Stefan was dragged to the stairs and down them, stumbling as he fought to keep up. Adrenalin was rushing through his veins. Cool fear. His heart was pounding. The living room was cold. And when the back door was opened, Stefan grabbed for the door frame.

"No!"

His fingers were bent back and removed, and he was shoved out into the snow without a sound. He stumbled to his knees, then Daz had his elbows and pulled him up, shoving them together behind his back so Stefan had no choice but to hang in Daz's grip. He staggered, face burning with humiliation as his breasts bounced and his nipples hardened in the icy air.

The gloomy interior of the shed was a welcome relief, both from the cold and from the fear of Daz's neighbours seeing him naked in the garden. Stefan was shoved down onto the bench on his back, and his ankles and knees locked into the braces by a hard grip and unkind hands. The braces were spread until his hips ached, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Cold air flirted at his holes, and he shivered, reaching to cover them.

He wasn't allowed.

His wrists were caught and peeled back. First left then right was locked into the braces, the metal biting at his arms as he wriggled and tried to wrench free. As his breasts shifted, he stopped, breathing hard. All his limbs were stretched out, leaving him immobile and helpless.