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“What crawled up your ass and died?”
Robby spun around, nostrils flaring in anger, only to see Dana holding up her hands. “Jeez, Robby, relax. I haven't seen you this bad in months.”
Robby took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I'm fine.”
Dana barked out a laugh. “If screaming at whitaker for accidentally stepping on your foot is your baseline for fine—“”
“I didn't scream at him,” Robby snapped. He paused and pursed his lips. Dana raised her eyebrows. “Sorry. Just…stressed.”
Dana's eyes shifted, locking in on something over Robby’s shoulder. A grin spread across her face. “Hm. If only you knew some stress relieving activities.”
Robby rolled his eyes. “I swear to God, if one more person tries to get me to go to therapy—”
“Oh, is Mikey finally listening to me?”
Robby froze when he heard Jack's voice ring out just a few feet behind him. He turned, wide eyed, like a dog that got caught eating something it definitely was not supposed to be eating. Jack's head was tilted, one eyebrow raised as he took in the scene before him.
“I’m afraid not,” Dana said, much to Robby’s chagrin. “He’s been a menace all day. You should’ve heard what he said to—”
“I said I was sorry!”
“To Samira? In person? verbally?”
Robby groaned into his hands. He felt Jack's hand settle on his back, steering him away from the nurses’ station.
“We’ll be right back,” Jack called over his shoulder. He led Robby towards the elevator, never taking his hand off the other man.
They rode the elevator to the top floor in silence. Robby didn’t dare look at Jack—he kept his eyes trained on his shoes. When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Jack once again led him out with a firm hand on his back. They headed up the short flight of stairs to the roof, and Robby shivered as the cool night air hit his skin.
“Who else were you a piece of shit to today? I know it wasn’t just Dr. Mohan.”
Robby grumbled and shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “I wasn't—I wasn’t a piece of shit. I'm just wound up.”
Jack's eyes widened in mock surprise. “Oh, is that so? And being wound up is an excuse to belittle your subordinates?”
Robby bit his lip. “Jack, I just—”
“This doesn’t sound like the behavior of someone who wants to be uncaged.”
Robby couldn’t help but suck in a breath. His eyes followed Jack's hand as he reached beneath his scrub top and pulled out the silver chain he wore around his neck. On it were his dog tags, and two keys—one to Robby’s collar, laying on their bedside table at home, and the other to his chastity cage.
The one he was wearing right now. The one he had been wearing for the past 36 hours.
Robby immediately took several steps forward, until he stood right before Jack, and promptly fell to his knees. He ignored the pain that shot up his legs—he’d most certainly regret doing that, but his mind was clouded with a mixture of fear and lust.
“No, sir, please, I've been so good, I swear,” Robby begged. His hands came up to rest on Jack's hips, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Jack seemed unimpressed.
“I don't think so, pup. It sounds like you’ve been bad. I may have to keep you caged for a few more days to teach you a lesson.”
“No, no, no,” Robby gasped. His grip on Jack's shirt tightened, the fabric wrinkling between his fingers. Ii’ll do whatever you want, please, I’ll be so good, I promise—”
“Whatever I want?”
Jack let go of his necklace and brought his hand down to Robby’s mouth, covering it with his palm. Robby’s eyes fluttered shut as he basked in the warmth of Jack's skin against his. Jack's hand pulled back, and then a finger was pulling at his bottom lip. Robby opened his mouth, allowing Jack to slip two digits in, pressing down hard on his tongue. Robby opened his eyes to see Jack staring down at him, deep in thought.
“Here's what you’ll do.” As Jack spoke, he pushed his fingers further and further into Robby’s mouth, forcing it to open wider and wider until he was down to his knuckles. “You are going to come back downstairs with me. You are going to apologize to Dr. Mohan and everyone else who you bitched at today. I'm talking a full apology—none of that sorry if I hurt your feelings shit, you’re gonna say ‘I apologize, I was in the wrong, I shouldn’t have said or done that, what can I do to fix things?’. And you will stand there and listen and follow through. Understand?”
Robby nodded as best as he could with Jack's fingers still in his mouth. Drool had started to seep out around the digits, streaking down his chin, landing in big droplets on his hoodie and cargo pants. Jack must have deemed this response acceptable, as he withdrew his fingers and dried them unceremoniously on Robby’s shoulder.
“Before we do that, though,” Jack murmured. Robby didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant. He was suddenly hauled to his feet and a hand was tugging at the zipper of his pants.
“Jack!” he yelped, but he didn’t stop the man as he roughly pulled down Robby’s pants and boxers, kneeling to inspect his crotch.
“Just had to make sure,” Jack said lightly. He brushed a finger against where Robby’s dick strained against the metal bars, and he shivered, biting back a moan. “Maybe I will keep you locked for another few days. You're so pretty like this, puppy.”
“Sir,” Robby whined. “Please, need you.”
Jack leaned in and pressed a kiss to the cool metal, making Robby jerk and whimper. “Let’s see how well you do with these apologies.”
Robby stuttered and stumbled his way through apologies to Whitaker, Mohan, Dana, Santos, Mohan again, and McKay before Jack was satisfied. By the end of it, Robby owed his subordinates several coffees and lunches. He knew without looking that his face and neck were bright red, from his hairline all the way to the collar of his shirt.
He trudged to his locker with his head down, slowly unlocking it and gathering his belongings. A warm presence came up behind him, hands settling on his waist and gripping possessively.
“Good boy,” Jack murmured, and Robby couldn’t help but tip his head back and whine ever so quietly.
“Unlock me? Please?” Robby turned and gave Jack his best puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes and pouting for good measure. Jack just smiled.
“Here? For everyone to see?”
Robby frowned. “You could take me into the bathroom—or, the roof, or the stairwell?”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Jack held up his hand. “It’s already a quarter past 7. I have an ED to attend to. You,” he said, pushing a finger against Robby’s chest, “are going to go home. You are going to shower. And you are going to wait for me. If you behave…”
Jack tilted his head, the chain around his neck glinting in the harsh overhead hospital lighting. Robby swallowed.
“But…but you said it would only be…”
Jack had promised Robby that he would only keep him caged for 24 hours. (The longest Jack had ever made him do before that was 12 hours, during a rare shift where they were both on; when Jack fucked him after, hard and fast, he asked if Robby would be up to a bigger challenge. Robby was somewhere between his fourth and fifth orgasm when he agreed, teary eyed and pliant).
Jack had sent Robby off on his shift the day before, saying that he just had to get through his day shift and Jack's night shift, and he would unlock him the next morning. But Robby awoke to a call from the hospital asking him to come in on his day off because they were short staffed. As such, he was still caged, twelve hours longer than he anticipated.
Jack smiled again. “I know, pup. Just a little while longer, hm? If you're good, I'll give you a nice reward.”
Robby’s eyes widened. “Reward?”
“That's right baby. Can you do all that for me?”
Robby found himself nodding automatically. “Yes, sir, I'll be so good—”
Jack tilted Robby’s head down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll hold you to it, pup. Now go home. I'll see you later.”
When Jack walked into their apartment a little after 7 the next morning, Robby was beside himself with need.
He did what Jack told him—he went home, showered, and did not touch himself. He laid in bed, tossing and turning for hours, his cock throbbing against the cool metal of the cage, the leather of the straps digging into his hips. He had to fight the urge to rut against a pillow, desperate for any kind of friction. Since getting together with Jack, he had never gone this long without touching himself or Jack touching him, and he felt like he was actually starting to lose his mind.
“Hi baby,” Jack murmured as he entered the bedroom. Robby knelt beside the bed, hands behind his back, waiting expectantly. Jack smiled as he walked over to him, eyes flicking to his collar, which he had placed on the end of the bedspread.
“Oh, my gorgeous pup,” Jack cooed. He picked up the collar and wrapped it around Robby’s neck, sliding the lock into place. Immediately, Robby relaxed, eyes fluttering shut. Jack leaned down and pressed a long, chaste kiss against Robby’s lips, pulling back before the other man could push it further.
“I need to shower. I'll be quick, I promise.” Robby pouted, and Jack sighed. “I know, baby. I'll be right back, okay? In the meantime…”
Jack tugged on Robby’s collar, urging him to his feet, and guided him onto the bed. Robby laid down with his head against the pillows and instinctively spread his legs. Jack clicked his tongue and smiled.
“Good boy. I want you to be ready for me when I come back. But I also need to make sure you’re not misbehaving, hm?”
Robby’s eyes widened as Jack turned and plucked a pair of thick leather handcuffs from the top of their dresser. Had those been there the whole time? Jack took his arms and wrapped the leather around his wrists, then pushed them back until they rested above his head.
“Beautiful.” Robby keened, the pressure between his legs now bordering on painful.
“Patient boys get rewards,” Jack reminded him. He stepped out of the room. The shower turned on a few moments later.
Jack could have been gone for two minutes or two hours—Robby tended to lose track of time when his collar was on, his head going fuzzy, only able to focus on the sensation of it against his throat, a mark of ownership. He closed his eyes and grinded his hips involuntarily upward, chasing friction where there was nothing but empty air.
A hand on his thigh altered him to Jack's presence, finally returned from the shower. Just that light contact sent shivers up his spine and to his cock.
“Please,” Robby whined. “please, been so good—”
“Shh, it’s okay, pup, I've got you.”
Robby opened his eyes and watched Jack circle the bed. He sat on the edge for a moment, removing his prosthesis and massaging his leg, and then shifted so that he was between Robby’s spread legs. He was still damp from his shower, water droplets clinging to his salt and pepper curls, and he was naked save for the silver chain still around his neck. Robby moaned as Jack’s hands found his thighs, gripping them possessively before lowering until he was eye level with his crotch.
But rather than grab the key to unlock the cage, Jack leaned in and dragged his tongue against the metal bars, just barely brushing against Robby’s cock. His eyes were trained on Robby’s face, drinking in his reaction, how his face contorted in pleasure and pain.
“Jack—sir, please, please,” Robby begged, throwing his head back. He tried to grind up into Jack's mouth, but his strong hands pinned his hips down to the bed.
“I know, baby, I just can’t help it,” Jack said, pressing a kiss to his cock through the bars. “You look so gorgeous like this. I wish I could keep you locked up all the time, only taking it off when I want to use you.”
Robby couldn’t suppress the whine that ripped from his throat. Jack continued to work his tongue against the cage, occasionally dipping his head to nip and suck at the skin of his inner thighs.
Eventually, finally, Robby heard Jack fumble for the key, heard the click of the lock, and felt his hands slowly slip the leather straps that held the cage in place down his legs.
“Sir, please fuck me please—”
“Oh, puppy, I have to prep you first, don't I? Or can you not wait that long?”
Robby groaned. “Please, need your cock so bad!”
Jack laughed and pressed two fingers against Robby’s cunt, spreading him open and pushing in slowly. He was already soaked, his cunt greedily swallowing Jack's digits.
“So wet for me, baby,” Jack murmured, peppering kisses along Robby’s neck and chest. “You’re not gonna cum until I say so, okay? You’re gonna be a good boy and wait until I finish, right?”
Robby nodded feverishly. “Please, sir, I'm ready, please.”
“If you’re sure,” Jack said, withdrawing his hand leaning back. Robby watched hungrily as he took his cock in his hand, pumping himself before aligning with his entrance. Rather than push in, though, Jack cocked his head and smiled.
“Actually,” he drawled, “I think I’m more in the mood to fuck you here tonight.” Robby shivered as he felt the head of Jack's cock press against his ass. “What do you think, pup?”
“N-No, please, sir, I’ve been so good, want you to fuck—please?”
“You want me to fuck what, baby?”
Robby groaned. “Fuck my pussy, please, sir?”
Jack took his cock and tapped it against Robby’s where it jutted out between his folds. Robby jerked and moaned, but when he lifted his hips to grind against Jack, the other man pulled away.
“Desperate,” Jack hummed. “I don't know, baby. Do you deserve it?”
Robby felt fat, hot tears slip from the corners of his eyes. His wrists strained against the cuffs, as if he could break out and force Jack's cock into him himself. “Please,” he stuttered, “sir, please? I’ve waited so long, didn’t touch myself, promise, was so good for you—”
Robby cut off with a gasp as he felt the tip of Jack's cock breach his entrance.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, his forehead pressed against Robby’s. They both closed their eyes and steadied their breath before Jack started moving.
“God, been thinking about you locked up nonstop, pup,” Jack gasped as he pounded into Robby. “So perfect for me, my good boy, mine—fuck, so tight.”
“Yours, sir,” Robby cried, wrapping his legs around Jack's waist to bring him closer. “Been so good, please, please!”
“Should make you wear it all the time,” Jack continued. His thrusts quickened, grip on Robby’s hips tightening. “Only let you out when I wanna use you. Cause that’s all you are, right? A toy for me to use? My pup, at my beck and call?”
“Yes, sir,” Robby gasped. “Oh, God—sir, gonna, I'm gonna—”
“fuck, cmon, baby, you said you’d be good and wait for me. can you wait for me?”
Robby bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. His cock was so hard it was painful, and his entire body tensed as he staved off his orgasm, the orgasm he had been waiting over two full days for, as Jack pounded him through the mattress.
“Gonna fill you up, fuck, should put your cage right back on and keep it all inside, remind you who you belong to,” Jack babbled. He reached up to tug on Robby’s collar. “Right, pup? Who do you belong to?”
“You, sir, I belong to you,” Robby moaned.
“Fuck,” Jack trembled, fingers digging into the skin of Robby’s hip. “Fuck, baby—fuck!”
Jack thrust himself as deep as he could inside Robby’s cunt as he came, lifting his hips up so none of it spilled out. Robby squirmed and whined, his neglected cock still pulsing with need.
“Sir, I need—please, can you?”
Jack dragged his thumb along Robby’s cock, smearing some of his own cum on it and jerking it quickly. “C’mon, pup. Be a good boy and come on my cock.”
Jack didn’t have to ask twice. Robby’s back arched off the bed as his orgasm tore through him; stars danced in his vision, and his mouth opened in a soundless cry, so overwhelmed by the intensity of his climax that he couldn’t even moan in pleasure. Jack stroked him through it, not letting up until he was whimpering and twitching from the aftershocks.
“Thank you, sir,” Robby mumbled, pulling Jack down and tucking his head into his shoulder. He felt Jack's shoulders shake as he laughed.
“I should be thanking you,” he said. He pulled out and rubbed Robby’s thighs as he laid them flat on the bed. “You did so good for me, Mikey.”
Robby blushed. He let Jack clean between his legs and unbuckle his collar and watched as he threw on an old college sweatshirt and pajama pants and flopped into bed.
“Seriously. I didn't intend for you to be locked up for that long.”
Robby nuzzled into Jack's side. “‘S okay.”
“Yeah?” Jack nudged Robby until he looked up at him. “Wanna try a full week next time?”
Robby’s cock, traitorous as it was, throbbed at the idea. “Jack,” he groaned, and Jack smiled.
“Just teasing, baby. Though I do love locking you up. Reminds me that you’re mine.”
“Me too,” Robby murmured. His eyes closed as Jack’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Love being yours.”