"Hello, Daddy Bear," I said.
He sneered. "You're late."
"Well that's no way to greet me. Don't I even get a kiss?" I was feeling extra confident, wearing a blue short-sleeved oxford shirt that hugged my muscles, and slim-fitting khakis.
He looked me up and down, calculating. Something was up and I sensed he knew it, but he gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Come on."
I followed him down the hallway to the same private room he'd had before. We stepped inside and I plopped onto the bed like a playful puppy.
"No, get up," Bear demanded.
I stood, unfastened my jeans and let them drop to my feet. I wasn't wearing underwear. He studied me, and I felt my bravado shrinking away, leaving me feeling only shame.
Bear cupped my crotch and squeezed. I smiled widely, trying to mask my nerves. Instead of smiling back, he let out a heavy sigh, unlocked the padlock and dismantled the cage. "We're done here."
"Wait, what?" I grabbed hold of his shoulder, but he jerked away.
"You cheated," he said. "I don't know what you did, but you got off without me."
Without me.
His words ricocheted around in my head and I began to realize how selfish I'd been. He'd invited me to play a game, but I hadn't played fair.
"Did you go all week without getting off too?" I asked.
"Of course. What kind of asshole would I be if I got off without you?"
The kind of asshole I had been.This game of orgasm denial had been exciting for him. The anticipation was something he looked forward to. He had been trying to help me experience something new, something different than I'd never felt before: Shooting my load just by being fucked. I'd written it off as a myth—a legend—yet I didn't have the patience to give it a fair chance or share it together.
Now I just felt like an idiot, standing there, vulnerable and exposed. I bent down and pulled my pants back up. Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, and I could see he was really hurt.
"I'm sorry," I said. It wasn't much of an apology, but he'd left me speechless.
"Me too." Bear slung his small black bag over his shoulder. I wondered what other treasures he kept in there. It was then that I noticed he was still in his street clothes. He wore black jeans, combat boots, and a red tank top that showed off his beefy body. He hadn't even bothered changing in the locker room. He knew I would fail before I showed up.
"Look, I— This wasn't personal," I stammered. But it kind of was. "Can we just try again? I'll let you fuck the cum out of me right now. I want you to."
Bear scoffed. "Pass." With that, he charged out of the room.
Why did he care so much? And further, why didIcare? I didn't understand why this guy had such a hold on me. I wanted him so badly, yet I resented him for it.
My friend Noah had built up Bear like he was a god with these so-called 'magic powers.' But he was just some guy, and this place was filled with plenty of other bearish types. I could walk into the steam room and I'd find ten more just like him. But it wouldn't be the same. They might look like him, but he was different somehow.
I gave him a few minutes to go wherever he was going, poked my head out into the hallway just to make sure he wasn't around, then slinked out of the building feeling pretty shitty. I didn't want to be seen or talk to anyone. I just wanted to go home and go to bed.
The scratchy denim of my jeans tortured my raw, exposed cock head with each step. I felt like part of me was missing after a week of living in the cage's embrace. I deserved the punishment.