A week later

Four weeks and 6 days until the wedding.

Alex’s POV

Another week had passed, and the metal cage felt like a permanent part of my body now.

I barely even noticed the constant weight and pressure anymore. My shrimp dick had stopped fighting so hard it just leaked quietly throughout the day, leaving me in a hazy, horny, submissive state. I had started looking forward to Damien’s morning texts and “training advice.” They made me feel… directed. Like I had someone stronger looking out for me.

I had also started shaving every other day now. My chest, arms, and groin were completely smooth. Damien said it helped with “aerodynamics during workouts.” I told myself that was the only reason, but deep down I knew I liked how soft my skin felt.

When I came downstairs that morning, Damien was already in the kitchen with Sylvie. He had practically moved into the guest room at this point. He clapped me on the back with his usual friendly grin.

“Morning, locked boy. You’re looking smoother every day. How’s the cage treating you?”

I blushed but answered honestly. “It’s… not so bad anymore. I feel more focused.”

Sylvie gave me a gentle smile and kissed my cheek, but her eyes flicked toward Damien for a moment. I felt that familiar strange warmth in my chest not quite jealousy, but something close. Like I was accepting that he was just… better than me.

The whole day I kept having intrusive thoughts. Thoughts about how much stronger Damien was. How women looked at him. How Sylvie seemed happier when he was around. Every tug of the cage reinforced those thoughts.

By the time I got home, I almost felt excited to see him.

Sylvie’s POV

Four weeks and 6 days.

I was still trying to hold onto my old self, but it was getting harder every single day.

After Alex left for work, I went to Damien again. I told myself I would only suck him for a few minutes… but forty-five minutes later I was still on my knees, drooling and gagging eagerly on his thick black cock.

He stroked my hair gently.

“You’re getting so much better at this,” he praised. “But you still haven’t earned a proper fucking. Keep being a good girl and maybe soon.”

He rewarded me with a big, thick load down my throat. I swallowed every drop, then rested my head against his thigh for a moment, feeling conflicted but warm.

Emily visited later and we talked more openly. She didn’t push too hard, but her words were sinking in deeper.

“Alex seems happier locked up, doesn’t he?” she said casually. “Some white boys are just meant to be denied. It suits them.”

I didn’t argue with her this time.

Late Night – Alex’s POV

I went to bed early again, completely drained. As I lay next to Sylvie in the dark, the cage throbbed between my legs. My mind kept drifting to dangerous places.

Would Sylvie moan louder if Damien fucked her?

Would she be happier with him?

I fell asleep with those thoughts swirling in my head, ashamed but unable to push them away.