The tiny click as the lock popped open sliced through Kurt's core like the sharpest steel. He closed his eyes, instinct overpowering his desire to finally see the part of his body that at one time – before Sebastian – had been the center of his sexual existence. The only thing that kept him from clasping his hands behind his back was his fear that he'd fall over if he let go of Sebastian's broad shoulders. He clung tight as Sebastian deftly separated the two halves of cage, pulling off the restricting bars but leaving the ring that held Kurt's balls snug against the base of his cock.

He was hard immediately, and that threw him even more off balance. Sebastian had removed the cage often enough in the past eight months, to tease or torment or outright torture Kurt's cock, depending on the whim of the moment. But for all but a handful of those times Kurt had been horizontal – tied to the bed, inclined on a cross at the club, always restrained on some flat or nearly flat surface. Now the unfamiliar weight of the erection jutting out from his pelvis threatened to topple him over. He couldn't imagine walking like this – with it bouncing lewdly in front of him.

Sebastian was laughing at him. He didn't make a sound, but Kurt could hear the strain of suppressing it in the pattern of his breathing.

"Don't you want to look?"

Kurt didn't answer and he didn't open his eyes.

Sebastian's lips brushed his ear. "You looking at it isn't going to make it any less mine," he whispered.

As usual, Sebastian understood Kurt's submission better than Kurt did himself. Kurt didn't even realize until Sebastian said it that that was exactly what he feared. It had been a process; submitting his body to Sebastian had been easy but submitting his mind, his emotions, his very sense of self had taken time and patience and so very many excruciating punishments. Sebastian had earned every bit of psychological territory he'd taken. And for Kurt, his chastised cock was the ultimate symbol of Sebastian's dominance. Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to look at it, standing up and free, the way he'd been able to any time he'd wanted before Sebastian had taken ownership.

"Open your eyes, bitch."

And just as usual, what Kurt wanted didn't matter in the slightest. He opened his eyes to find Sebastian's twinkling with his suppressed laughter. He kept his gaze on them until Sebastian deliberately lowered his own gaze to Kurt's groin, then back up again in a silent command that Kurt had no choice but to obey.

He was very glad he was still clinging to Sebastian's shoulders. His cock was huge – at least it seemed that way to him after months of only seeing it restrained and tiny. The size of it, pushed even farther forward by the cage ring and the harness straps around his balls, exacerbated the off-balance sensation. It throbbed angry red and was already adorned by a shining thread of leaking precome. And Sebastian was right. It didn't feel like it was his at all. Kurt felt completely disconnected from it, like someone else's heavy, turgid cock had been stuck onto his body in place of his cringing, caged flesh.

"Breathe," Sebastian warned, and Kurt, who hadn't realized that he wasn't, sucked air into his suddenly burning lungs.

If the sight of his cock was dislocating, the sensation of it was as familiar to Kurt as anything could be. He pulled his eyes away so he could enjoy the feeling of it without the confusing visual. It was always such a relief to be out of the cage, even though he knew that it would only end in pain and sobbing frustration. Feeling himself stretching free was a very different thing from seeing it.

Happily, that one glace seemed to content Sebastian. "Time to get you clean," he said with a smile.

Kurt did his best to stay still as Sebastian carefully removed the harness he was wearing, but those long fingers on his balls, so close to his cock but not close enough, not where Kurt longed to be touched, overcame even his self-control and he twitched restlessly as the harness was laid aside and the plug tugged gently out of his body.

"Easy, bitch," Sebastian crooned as the plug came free with a lewd pop from Kurt's ass and a cry that was equal parts pain and loss from his throat. He dropped the plug in the sink and turned to the tub.

The old tub had been outfitted with a shower and Sebastian had replaced its stationary head with a detachable one with an extra-long handle. This was ostensibly because the original head didn't actually reach the top of Sebastian's head, but it also came in handy when he wanted to subject Kurt to some kind of water torture: scalding hot on his ass, icy cold on his balls, Sebastian was endlessly inventive when it came to stimulating Kurt's body. But today he left the nozzle in place and twisted the old-fashioned taps to a comfortable heat. He did it one-handed – the other was still holding onto a wobbly Kurt. He had to let go to get undressed, but he backed Kurt up first until he was leaning against the sink for support. Kurt watched as he stripped with a swift grace that did nothing to calm his fluttering heart. He loved watching Sebastian move. He loved watching Sebastian do almost anything.

He especially loved that Sebastian's briefs fell away to reveal a gorgeous erection. Hot water, slippery soap, thick, hard cock; Kurt felt perfectly justified in hoping to finally achieve a little penetration. His ass flexed at the thought and already he was starting to feel steadier on his feet. Until he remembered that if Sebastian fucked him in the shower he'd be drilling his prostate with no cage to keep Kurt's own cock properly obedient. The very idea made Kurt's eyes widen with alarm.

"I wish I knew what thoughts were putting that look on your face."

Kurt flushed guiltily. While he'd been staring at Sebastian's cock Sebastian had apparently been staring at him. "I was thinking about you fucking me," he said, because no suggestion from Sebastian was ever only a suggestion, "in the shower, without the cage."

Sebastian grabbed both Kurt's hands and pulled him close, pressing their bodies together, his cock rubbing against Kurt's, so sensitive after its long incarceration. "And if I did that, do you think there's a chance in hell you wouldn't come all over yourself like a desperate, horny bitch?"

His mouth was so close and Kurt wanted him so much but he couldn't lie. "No," he whispered.

"Then I guess it's a good thing I'm not planning to fuck you, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir," Kurt murmured, staring at that heavy, pink bottom lip.

"Ooh," Sebastian smiled at the title, as Kurt had hoped he would. "Very nice, bitch." He closed the distance between their mouths and kissed Kurt hard and not nearly long enough. But then he was backing up, pulling Kurt along with him, stepping over the side of the tub and into the cocoon of steam behind the shower curtain.

Since the tub was freestanding there was no wall for Kurt to lean on or be fucked against, but Sebastian's inventiveness had solved that problem months ago. He'd anchored a hook in a stud over the tub from which he could hang whatever he chose to play with. At the moment it was a length of chain, and he lifted Kurt's hands above his head to grasp it. The links were big enough for Kurt's fingers to slide through them and grip tight, holding him when Sebastian let him go to grab the soap from the tray attached to the shower pipe. The warm spray from the shower hit Kurt on the back of his neck and ran down his back and over his ass.

"God, look at you,' Sebastian breathed. His own cock was flexing almost as enthusiastically as Kurt's as his hands worked the bar of soap into a lather. Kurt watched them, mesmerized by movements that shouldn't have been anywhere near as erotic as they were. "I should have done this a long time ago. Don't get me wrong, you look amazing chained to the bed, but this . . . look at that cock dance. I bet you're dying for me to touch it."

A moan rattled Kurt's chest before he could speak. "Oh God, please. Please," he begged.

Sebastian stared at Kurt with hungry eyes and Kurt's breath caught in his throat as Sebastian raised a hand and moved it toward him. He didn't need much. Just one soapy stroke, just to remind him how it could feel. But Sebastian merely pointed one finger and twirled it in a circle. "Turn," he ordered.

Kurt whined his disappointment, but he obeyed.

Facing the shower head was a new kind of torment. The water hit him just below his collar bone and sluiced down his chest, around his jutting cock, teasing and trickling over his balls. It caressed him like warm breath, not enough to bring him off but enough to make him shiver with wet pleasure.

"God, I can see how hot you are," Sebastian murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the water. "I mean literally. It's rolling off of you. All that bottled-up desire. It's fucking gorgeous."

His words only fed the desire he described but still he didn't touch and Kurt swore he could feel his body swelling, stretching out without moving to try to reach the man whose words were so effortlessly devastating his every nerve ending.

Then, finally, a finger, just the soapy tip, touching the very top of his spine and sliding down, slowly, so excruciatingly slowly. Kurt shuddered under it as it moved down his body, following the curve of his backbone to where it joined his tailbone and farther, skittering over the crack of his ass then – dear God, finally – slipping between his cheeks to probe at his hole.

"Oh please," Kurt begged. His body moved without his permission, pushing back against that promising fingertip. He wanted more, he wanted Sebastian's cock slamming into him, but he'd take this if this was what he could have.

"Be still," Sebastian commanded.

Kurt forced his body back under control and was rewarded by the soapy finger slipping into his hole and sliding deep, over where his prostate burned. But then it stopped, resting heavy where Kurt longed to be stroked. The tiniest movement would do it but he didn't dare. If he disobeyed he knew Sebastian would stop and this was the closest he'd been to being fucked all day.

"Please," he tried again, in the most abject, submissive tone he could summon up. "It's so good, oh, master, please . . ."

Behind him, Sebastian chuckled. But he slid his finger out and back in again, stroking deliberately in just the right way.

Kurt's head fell back and he moaned, it wasn't enough but it was still gorgeous, the slide of Sebastian's finger sent waves of pleasure careening around his body, the first pure, painless pleasure that he'd felt all day.

"More, please, please just one more finger, please," Kurt chanted.

"No." Sebastian's voice was close, right in his ear, but the only place their bodies touched was that finger, fucking his ass with such devastating gentleness as Kurt struggled to obey the command to keep still. "Look at you. Three months of chastity and I can take you apart with one finger. Imagine after six months. Or a year. Do you think I'd be able to make you beg like this with just words? Or a look? Don't you want to find out?"

The finger kept moving, overwhelming him, and Kurt could only hang his head and moan.

"Do you know what I read the other day?" Sebastian went on, so casually, as if he wasn't driving Kurt insane with just a finger. "The average male orgasm lasts nine seconds. Nine."

And then with a suddenness that would have knocked Kurt off his feet if his grip on the chain hadn't been so secure, Sebastian's other hand, slippery with soap, closed around his cock and stroked, slow and long. And it was so beautiful, so rare, being held and pleasured this way, pure, perfect sensation, that tears flooded behind Kurt's closed eyelids and forced their way out the corners.

"Would it really be worth giving up all this, just for nine seconds of pleasure? After all it took to get to this place?" Sebastian's thumb slid over the swollen head of Kurt's cock as if that nine seconds might actually be a possibility, but as more tears escaped his eyes Kurt stayed silent, because saying yes would be a lie but saying no might destroy him.

Sebastian kept stroking with both hands, slowly, keeping Kurt well back from any danger of actually losing control. "Luckily for you, that's a decision you'll never have to make. You have me to make it for you."

"Thank you," Kurt murmured fervently.

Sebastian laughed again, hot against Kurt's ear. Then Kurt felt a third touch, Sebastian's cock this time, also soapy, slipping between Kurt's thighs. Kurt whimpered as the hard shaft caressed the underside of his balls and it might have been too much for even his self-control, all three sensations at once, but Sebastian withdrew both his hands and gripped Kurt's waist instead, holding him still as he fucked between his thighs in earnest.

He shuddered to completion after only four thrusts. And it was a pleasure almost as perfect as the fucking finger and the stroking hand for Kurt to feel against his own body the effect that his submission had on his master. The power of Sebastian's desire for him made everything, everything worth it. When Sebastian's arms wrapped tight around his chest as he rode the aftershocks of yet another orgasm, Kurt knew that he would do anything, suffer any indignity, if this was his reward.