The Lucky Cat

by L. M. Somerton

  Landry slid a box from its paper wrapping. He had a suspicion he knew what it contained but still gasped when he eased the lid off to reveal a shiny, stainless steel contraption. He lifted it from the box, the metal cold against his fingers. It was smooth, tactile and a little terrifying.

  “Have you ever handled a chastity device before?” Gage asked.

  Landry shook his head. “I’ve seen them, of course. At Scorch and on the internet.”

  “There’s no need to be scared.”

  “That’s easy for you to say. It is kinda pretty.” Steel glinted in the lamplight. “But I can’t imagine what it would feel like to wear it. I know it was my choice and I don’t want to go back on that, but I’m not sure…”

  “I’m not going to force you into anything you don’t want to do, Landry. Don’t forget, you have your safe word.”

  “What’s the appeal, for you, I mean?” Landry asked.

  “A few things,” Gage replied. “Power exchange, your trust, me having control over something so fundamental, but most of all, the pleasure I can give you when it comes off.”

  The metal was warming in Landry’s hand. He’d already made his decision. “Okay.” He didn’t trust himself to say anything else. He handed the device to Gage and was glad that Gage didn’t query his decision.

  “I want you to strip, from the waist down.”

  Landry squirmed free of Gage’s lap. He toed off his shoes then bent to remove his socks. He made a point of meeting Gage’s eyes while he dropped his pants. He kicked them away then hooked his thumbs into the sides of his underwear. Gage gave him a nod and a reassuring smile, which was enough to give Landry the courage to take them off. His face heated under Gage’s scrutiny and his cock, somewhat reticent about the situation, remained soft.

  “Very pretty.” Gage moved to the edge of his seat. “Come a little closer.” Landry shuffled forward. “Hands behind your back.”

  While Gage fitted the chastity device, Landry held his breath. The metal encased his shaft completely but the end had a hole in it. The thick metal ring was a snug fit around the base of his balls but wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t until Gage connected the two pieces, slipping a small padlock into place, that Landry thought about the implications of being locked up. The device was heavy enough to be noticeable—not that he was likely to forget its presence—but it was the glint of pleasure in Gage’s eyes that turned Landry on.

  “Oh!” His cock made a valiant attempt to swell. Landry danced around in a little circle. “Oh, that’s…wow!”

  Gage chuckled. “So you do like it.”

  “I…no! Yes. I don’t know! It’s weird.”

  “You can get dressed if you want to. I’ll be much less tempted to torment you if you’re wearing pants.”

  Landry didn’t bother with underwear or socks but he yanked on his pants. He didn’t know where to put himself. All he could think about was how much he wanted to come and that it was now impossible.

  “You won’t lose the key, will you?”

  “Of course not.” Gage slipped the tiny key into his shirt pocket then patted it. “It’s quite safe.”

  Landry was dubious. Something so small could easily get lost and then he’d be trapped. He stuck out his lower lip but took a seat next to Gage on the couch. “You’re mean.”

  “I am. Pass me the Cheetos.”

  Landry huffed but did as Gage asked before grabbing the remote to start the film. “This is the one with David Bowie in it. I can’t believe you haven’t seen it.” He settled against Gage’s side, snuggling close. Gage put his arm around Landry’s shoulders, tugging him even closer.

  “There’s nothing like being inside in the warm when it’s wet and miserable outside.” Gage sipped his hot chocolate. “Is this a kid’s film?”

  “It’s a Landry film and that’s all you need to know,” Landry said.

  “If it’s part of the get-to-know-Landry-better process,” Gage said, “I’m in.”

  “Are we… I mean, are we dating?”

  “I believe we are.” Gage leaned in for a long, slow kiss.

  Landry groaned. “No kissing! Not unless you take the thingy off.”

  “Does kissing me make you hard?” Gage sounded innocent. Landry wasn’t fooled.

  “Not at the moment it doesn’t and you know it. Watch the film.”

  Gage’s laugh vibrated through Landry’s body, and after a while he smiled too.

  Chapter Seven

  Three movies and a bucket-load of sugar drove Landry to the edge of madness. The credits rolled on The Maze Runner and he sighed. Gage’s lap was comfy—he’d slipped down Gage’s body over the course of the day, ending up with his head cushioned by Gage’s perfect thighs—but all he could do was fidget and squirm, hyper-aware of the metal lurking beneath his pants.

  “I enjoyed that one best so far,” Gage said. “What’s next?”

  “We could watch the sequel, or maybe take a break and order pizza?”

  “Pizza sounds great. You can learn a lot about a man by his choice of pizza toppings. Tell me you don’t want pineapple.”

  Landry made retching noises. “Gross!”

  “So what is your pizza of choice?”

  “I like veggie best. Onions, roast peppers, asparagus, mushrooms…but if you want meat, chicken or ham is fine with me. I don’t like pepperoni and I know that makes me a bad person but it’s just yuck, and capers should be banned!”

  “How about I order an extra-large pie with veggies one side, garlic chicken the other?”

  “Sure, but I can order…”

  “I have a place on speed dial. How will we know when the delivery gets here?”

  “There’s a buzzer by the outer gate. It sounds in here and in Mr. Lao’s place. I usually answer in the evening because I’m much quicker than Mr. Lao at getting down the stairs. Uh, Gage…I need to pee.”

  “Go ahead, you don’t need to ask permission. I’m not that much of a control freak.”

  “But…” Landry pointed to his groin, pouting.

  “You can go with it on.”

  Don’t wanna. Landry attempted to convey his reticence with narrowed eyes.

  “After we’ve had pizza, if you’re good, I’ll take it off.”

  That meant at least another hour. Landry gave a pained sigh but didn’t protest. If he did, he suspected Gage might extend the time he remained locked. “I’m always good.” He levered himself up, giving Gage’s chest a grope as he did. He followed up with a quick kiss. Gage grabbed his hair then pulled him close for a longer, more sensual kiss that left Landry cursing. “You’re killing me! My dick doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’s a pacifist. This whole full metal jacket thing you have going on is messing with his psyche.”

  “Your dick has a psyche?”

  “Of course! He has a mind of his own. I suppose yours is kept fully under control?”

  “I am not having a conversation with you about genitalia as sentient beings. Go to the bathroom, Landry.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Landry rolled off the couch, swaying a bit as he stood. “Ooh, sugar rush!” He lurched toward the bathroom, leaving Gage shaking his head in apparent disbelief.

  Landry closed the bathroom door then leaned on it. He stretched out his fingers, displaying the small key he had just lifted from Gage’s shirt pocket. So much power in such a small thing. He rolled it between his fingers. The temptation to unlock the chastity device was fierce but he had a better plan. He tucked the key away.

  Relieving himself wasn’t as bad as he had feared. It was easy enough to clean up, which he was careful to do thoroughly. He ran damp hands through his hair and rolled his shoulders, wondering if Gage would be able to stay the night. He made a great pillow and Landry hadn’t shared his bed with anyone in a long time. He probably hogs the comforter. Landry shrugged. He could deal with that if it meant fun, kinky times with Gage.

  As he walked back to the living room, the buzzer sounded, announcing someone at the street gate.
Gage appeared, wallet in hand.

  “I can go down,” Landry offered.

  “I’ve got it.” Gage strolled past. “I wouldn’t mind a soda to go with the pizza.”

  Landry made a detour to the fridge but after a few minutes, Gage hadn’t returned so Landry went out to the landing and leaned over the bannister. “Gage, you okay down there?”

  Gage appeared on the first floor. “It wasn’t the pizza delivery. There’s a guy down here, claims he’s Mr. Lao’s nephew. He has a crate of stuff and he says his uncle agreed to sell it on consignment.”

  “I’m on my way.” Landry prayed there was no visible evidence of the metal underneath his pants. He jogged down the stairs to find Gage opening the door. “You shut him outside?” Landry asked.

  “I don’t know him,” Gage said. “He could be anyone.”

  “Mr. L has a big, extended family. He does take stuff in occasionally but he didn’t mention anything to me before he left.” Landry peered into the yard. “Oh, hey, Eddie.”

  “Hi, Landry. Who’s the Rottweiler?”

  Landry sniggered. “This is Gage. He’s a…friend. What have you got for me? Mr. L. didn’t say you’d be dropping by.”

  “No… I doubt he’d remember. He said he’d take this stuff ages ago. A neighbor passed away and Uncle did some valuations for the family, but it’s taken a while to get through all the legal stuff sorting out the old lady’s estate. Her grandson came by with this lot in the week but I can only get over here on a Sunday.”

  “No problem,” Landry said, eyeing the weighty crate. “I won’t be able to put anything on sale until Mr. L gets back because I won’t know how to price it, but I can sort and catalogue it so it’s ready.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Eddie said. “There’s no hurry on this that I’m aware of. I don’t have room to keep it at my place.” He turned with a wave. “Gotta run.”

  “Sure, thanks…” Landry scowled at the closing gate. “He could have carted it inside.”

  “He did seem in a bit of a hurry to get out of here.” Gage lifted the crate with ease. “Where do you want this?”

  Landry tore his gaze away from Gage’s flexing biceps. “Over here, please.” He directed Gage to a corner of the hall behind the door to the shop. “It won’t be in the way there.” Gage placed the crate in the corner, nudging it into place with his foot. “I could have moved it, you know.”

  “I know.” Gage’s expression displayed no sign of doubt. “Go lock the outside gate. You have all the security sense of a goldfish.”

  Muttering under his breath, Landry secured the gate. He also locked the yard door when he came inside. “Happy?”

  “If you promise to do that every time you come in.”

  “You sound like Mr. L.”

  “I think your boss and I will get on just fine.” Gage patted Landry’s ass. “Let’s go.”

  “Wait, we forgot the pizza guy!” Landry cursed and dragged out his keys.

  “You go upstairs,” Gage said. “I’ll go wait on the street.”

  “Okay. Call it penance for making me lock up.” Landry scampered up the stairs to escape the slap Gage aimed at his behind. He tossed his keys from the safety of the landing. “Missed me!”

  “I won’t miss a second time, Landry.” Gage’s voice drifted up the stairwell after him.

  * * * *

  After a pizza and soda break, Landry settled on the couch with a contented sigh. “I love lazy Sundays.”

  “Me too.” Gage returned from the kitchen where he’d been clearing up.

  “You can be my house boy any time.” Landry blinked.

  “And I can keep you in chastity for a very long time,” Gage retorted.

  “Oh, no fair! You said you’d let me out.” Landry pulled his waistband away from his belly and peered inside his pants. “I’ve been good.”

  “Really?” Gage’s disbelief was insulting.

  “I have!”

  “So, how about you give me the key you stole from my pocket earlier?”

  Landry gulped and his face burned. “You knew?” He handed it over.

  “Uh huh.” Gage sat down. He patted his thighs. “Pants off. Over my lap.”

  Landry debated his options. Use his safe word. Make a run for it. Protest or… He slipped from his seat, then dropped his pants. His dick strained against its prison. He was more turned on than he thought at the prospect of a spanking though he would never admit it, even though getting into position involved a measure of graceless scrambling. His toes touched the floor, but he felt very off balance until Gage placed a steadying hand on the small of his back.

  “This is humiliating,” Landry mumbled.

  “It’s punishment. It’s not supposed to be fun,” Gage said. He rubbed a hand over Landry’s bare ass. “Six for the key theft. It should be more but I’m in a generous mood.”

  Landry huffed then yelped as Gage’s palm connected with his backside. The initial sting was followed by a spreading warmth.

  “I’ve changed my mind, this is supposed to be fun… For me.” Gage landed two more strikes. “You really thought you could get away with pickpocketing a cop?”

  “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Landry said. “Ow!”

  “Four down, two to go. This is entertaining.”

  “I…” Landry’s retort was silenced by the final two spanks. He moaned and at least part of the sound was from pleasure.

  “I think you enjoyed that more than you were supposed to,” Gage said. He stroked Landry’s backside, dipping a finger between his cheeks to nudge his hole.

  “Oh!” Landry wanted him to go further. He wriggled in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, spreading his legs a little wider.

  “Who’s in control here, Landry?”

  “Is that a trick question? You?”

  “The fact that you made that a question means you deserve more punishment. Perhaps I should leave the cage on overnight.”

  “No! I mean, please don’t, Sir. You’re in charge, I promise.”

  Gage chuckled. “I can see I’m going to have a lot of trouble with you.” He helped Landry to his feet before settling him on his lap.

  Landry winced as his hot skin made contact with Gage’s jeans. “So, what do I have to do to convince you to take this thing off?” He glared at the chastity device.

  “There’s nothing you can do. It’s my decision, but you’re in luck because I never go back on my word and I did say earlier that I would take it off.” Gage positioned Landry so that he sat with his back to Gage’s chest and his legs were spread over Gage’s thighs. He reached around Landry’s body and spent far too long fiddling with the miniature padlock.

  “You’re doing this on purpose!” Landry complained.

  “Be patient. This is finicky as heck.” At last, he was able to remove the device. Landry’s cock came to attention in record time. He reached for it, only for Gage to slap his hand away.

  “No you don’t.” Gage wrapped his fingers around Landry’s straining erection.

  Landry couldn’t breathe. He didn’t dare do or say anything that might change Gage’s mind. His desperation to come overrode all lucid thought. His vision blurred and he sank his teeth into his lower lip in the hope that the small pain would stop him from coming like a horny teenager. He could feel the calluses on Gage’s palm, the slight roughness of his skin. He focused on Gage’s clean, neatly trimmed fingernails, the lines delineating his knuckles, a scar that ran across the back of one finger. Gage jerked him twice and Landry came in an uncontrollable gush, fire burning through his veins.

  “Oh God oh God oh God!” Landry’s vision blanked and he slumped back against Gage’s body. He shuddered, then jerked as he came a little more. “Am I still alive?” Landry murmured. “I’m not sure. I think I need confirmation.”

  “Imagine how you’d feel if you’d been in chastity for a week, or a month.” Gage stroked Landry’s hair.

  “I’m not sure the frustration would be worth
it.”

  “What if I told you I want permanent control of your orgasms, caged or not?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You only get to come if I say you can. No touching at all, except to keep clean or pee.”

  Landry tilted his head, needing to see Gage’s expression. “You’re serious.”

  “I am.”

  “But what if I can’t help myself? Would I be punished?” Landry didn’t think he’d mind another spanking.

  “Yes.”

  “How would you know, though? You can’t be with me twenty-four hours a day.”

  “I’d know.”

  Gage’s calm certainty left Landry in no doubt that it was true and, besides, he couldn’t lie without glowing like a ripe tomato. He’d give himself away instantly. “I… How about a trial period?”

  “We can do that, but let’s make it a rolling trial—the rule continues but we review every week.”

  “But no cage.”

  “Not to begin with at least, not unless I’m with you.”

  “Is chastity your biggest kink?” Landry was curious.

  “It’s up there. I have a few.”

  “Are you going to tell me, or is it a state secret?”

  “Cheeky brat. You first. We can take it in turns.”

  “Ooh, ‘kay, sounds fun. Wait, what if I put you off? I don’t wanna do that.”

  “Anything that doesn’t appeal to both of us, we can discuss, though I’m not averse to testing my limits as well as yours.”

  “That’s new,” Landry said. “At the club, I’ve never had a Dom who’s been interested in changing for me.”

  “Then you haven’t been mixing with the right kind of Doms. BDSM has to be a two-way thing. It’s about mutual pleasure, not me enjoying myself at your expense—that could be mentally damaging at the very least.” Gage pulled a throw from the back of the couch to wrap around Landry.

  “I’ve never thought of it like that,” Landry said and a little bit of certainty about Gage’s motivations slid into place. “I like rubber…wearing it, I mean. I like the smell, the feel against my skin, how tight it is.” He shifted around so that he was face-to-face with Gage.