“SQUAT!”
*WHAP*
“Three!”
* * * * *
Darius sat on the bench before a row of lockers as he removed his shoes and socks. He was dying for a hot shower, but simultaneously dreading it. He’d never had the “locker room anxiety” that many men experienced, but now that he was wearing a cock cage that had changed completely. Since Heather put him in chastity he made it a point to avoid total nudity in the locker room as much as possible.
“Mmmmm…”
His eyebrows arched upon hearing what could only be described as a light moan of pleasure behind him. He craned his neck to the side, looking in the direction that the out-of-place noise had come from. What he noticed out of the corner of his vision made his eyes bulge and his body twist even further so he could get a better look.
The stranger, whose back was turned, had unmistakably put on a set of pink, satin panties over his otherwise naked body. The guy felt his ass through the silky material and then gave himself a rub across the crotch of his feminine undergarment.
As he stepped into the pant legs of his blue jeans, Darius quickly turned back to his locker and acted as if he’d seen nothing. That didn’t stop the acceleration of his pulse or his suddenly buzzing nerves.
‘The fuck is going on!?! Is the whole world losing it?’
He waited for the other man to finish dressing, close his locker and walk off before looking side to side and ensuring no one else was nearby. Darius quickly disrobed, grabbed a towel from his locker and wrapped it around his midsection, hiding his caged manhood.
He made his way to the shower room, hoping it was empty. As he rounded the corner and walked into the white, porcelain tiled rows of shower stations, he was immediately disappointed.
“Oh my god, Cynthia gave me such a pounding last night…”
“Hah! So that’s why you keep grunting when you sit down. Lucky you!”
There were two older men who looked to be in their fifties or sixties, naked as the day they were born. They were standing in front of two shower stations, casually toweling themselves off and chatting. One was wearing a cock cage. Unlike Darius’ metal one, his was plastic with a small metal padlock. The other man was clearly wearing the neck collar of a submissive and had pierced nipples. Neither of them seemed shy about their adornments as Darius walked into the room.
“Hey” the man with the cock cage said with a little wave as Darius approached them.
“Hi there” the other man said with a glance and a nod.
Darius nodded back curtly and hurried past the old men without a word. He walked to the shower station that was far from them as possible, but it was only a few rows down. The shower room for the gym wasn’t that big. He caught a few more lines of their chatter as he removed his towel and prepared to wash himself.
“Have you been to Club Ishtar yet?”
“Not yet. Is it nice?”
“It’s a wild time if you order one of their special services.”
“Margo’s planning to take me for my birthday. I can’t wait!”
Darius turned the shower knob and hot water began spraying out. He dipped his head under the liquid torrent and the sound of running water drowned out the old pervs in the distance. He was glad for it. Darius didn’t want to hear another word.
* * * * *
“Hey baby, can we get going?” Darius asked from the hallway before biting into his apple with a crisp crunching sound. “I’m starving.”
“In a few minutes!” Heather called from the bedroom. “You gotta change first anyway. Get in here!”
Darius rolled his eyes before following her voice to their room. “What’s wrong with these clothes?!?” he asked as he turned the corner. “Baby, I’m so damn hungry I’m eating one of these.” He waved the half eaten apple around. “Can we please take off before I pass out?”
Heather was rummaging around in their closet, going through various garments. It seemed like she’d barely paid attention to anything he’d said. Darius leaned against the door frame and took another bite. “Honey, I’m dying here…”
She finally popped out of the closet holding a dress. Oddly, it seemed like Heather was already dressed to go out. Then Darius realized she was holding up one of his dresses. The kind she dressed him in for their kinky play.
“What do you think of this?” she asked with a sly smile. “It would look perfect with the right lipstick…”
“I’m sure it would, babe, but it’s not play time.”
“I think you should wear this tonight. To dinner.”
Darius’ limit had been reached.
“No. HELL NO!” he announced as he strode further into the room, slamming the door behind him. “We had a deal. I’ve played along, but that crosses the line! We do this in the bedroom. Nowhere else! I am NOT going out with our friends wearing a dress. N-O. NO.”
Heather’s eyes narrowed and she looked annoyed, at first, but as Darius reached the end of his tirade, her expression softened. She looked down at the dress, adjusting it on the clothes hanger.
“I just wanted to show off what a lovely woman you make…”
“NO” he repeated, his stern look conveying the depth of his conviction on this matter.
She looked back up at him with a smirk on her face. “Fine. I suppose you’re right… I’m not being fair.” Heather turned and hung the dress back up in the closet. Conciliation was written across her face as she walked to Darius, her boot heels clacking on the floor until she was right in front of him. Her green eyes shimmered as she spoke.
“I’m sorry, Pookie. I got a little carried away because I’m having so much fun. I don’t want to spoil this. I’ve never been happier with our love life. Please forgive me.”
“I forgive you, baby.”
Her forlorn expressed faded into a grin and she leaned down slightly. They entered a long, deep kiss as they embraced and her perfume wafted over Darius. Heather probed his mouth aggressively, her tongue spearing into him as they sucked on each other lips. She reached below and gave his ass a firm squeeze.
After a long minute, she broke the kiss. She smiled at him seductively before raising a hand and tapping him on the chest. “At least change into some fresh clothes. Then we can go.”
“Alright, baby. That I can do.”
Heather slid around him and delivered a firm smack to his butt as she headed for the door.
*WHAP*
“And when we get back, your ass is mine!”
Darius chuckled as he pulled off his shirt and made his way to the closet.
“Yes, dear.”
* * * * *
It was a busy Friday night at Dango’s Dugout, a favorite haunt of Darius’ with great pub food and lots of big screen TVs. He wasn’t there to watch sports tonight, but to catch up with his best friend. After a solid meal, he and Markus sat in a quiet corner booth sipping their beers while Heather was off chatting with her girlfriends and playing bar games.
Markus had been Darius’ friend since high school and he’d always been what you might call a ‘cool cat.’ His success with the ladies had been legendary in their youth. He looked like a beat poet in his flat cap and aviator shades.
The shades were off for now, sitting on the table beside his beer, but Markus oozed style from the rest of his ensemble as well. He wore a light burgundy jacket around his white and blue striped button-down shirt. The top few buttons were left undone to show off a little skin and the rest trailed down to his stylish leather belt, light green trousers and shiny brown Oxfords. Darius was dressed more simply in a white and green baseball shirt, cargo pants and sneakers.