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"Is the cage still okay?" Arm asks Pol later that day. Pol leans over Tankhun's bathtub, turning the taps on to fill the bath for their ward. Arm stands next to the sink, arranging Tankhun's bath products in the order he likes to use them.

Pol winces. "Yeah, getting used to it." He turns to face Arm. "I like it."

"You're not sore anywhere?" Arm asks.

A grin passes over Pol's face, and he reaches out and grabs Arm's cock through his suit trousers.

"Only when I think about you," Pol whispers.

Arm yelps, his cheeks warm. "We are at work."

Pol just smiles at him, and loosens the grip on his cock, his hand still hovering above Arm's fly.

Just at that moment, the bathroom door flies open, revealing Tankhun in the opening, wearing a white robe with feathers at the sleeves.

"Is my bath ready?" he huffs. "What are you chatting about in here without me?"

"Just stuff…" Pol says.

Tankhun looks over to them. His face falls, and Pol snatches his hand away from Arm's crotch.

Shit. Now Tankhun had seen Pol with his hand on his cock.

"My fly was undone," Arm bursts out.

Tankhun just rolls his eyes. "You should take better care of your appearance, Arm. Good job you have Pol here to stop you being scruffy."

Arm averts his head, looking down at the tiled floor.

"You are right Khun."

Pol tries to suppress a giggle.

"Now get out," Tankhun says, beginning to loosen his robe. Both of them leave. Just as they close the door, a small voice comes from the bathroom. "Can you stay close outside?"

"Of course, Khun Nhu," Pol reassures him. "We will just be outside the door."

****

"Lie down" Arm asks, as Pol flops down on one of the beds in their room with a sigh. Pete has just relieved them for their meal break, and both of them have just wolfed their food down in the canteen, to try and salvage a bit of personal time.

"I have indigestion," Pol whines, holding his stomach.

Arm settles down next to him and rubs across his abdomen, Pol burps, covering his mouth with his hand.

"You ate too quickly," Arm chides. "I'll get you an antacid."

"I wanted to come back to the room and cuddle," Pol huffs, pushing himself up on his elbows as Arm passes him a bottle of chewable tablets. "This cage… All I can think about is you."

Arm smiles. How absolutely laser focused the sub gets on their desire is one of the things that draws him the most to chastity. He loves to tease, to have that control, with the reassurance that the sub knows he will eventually give them what they want. He brings his hand down to cup Pol's cock, feeling the ridges of the cage keeping him enclosed. Pol whines and bucks up against him. He exhales deeply, blowing mint scented air across Arm's face.

"Can I check your skin?" Arm asks. "I want to make sure you aren't sore and maybe put some more moisturiser on."

Pol nods slowly, and Arm undoes the button of his trousers. He pushes Pol's trousers and underwear down, revealing the black material of the cage around Pol's cock. Arm strokes across him gently, and Pol winces.

"You're making me excited," Pol gasps out. "It's nipping."

Arm just smiles and begins to perform his inspection. He looks first at Pol's foreskin pressed against the edge of the cage. The slightly wrinkled skin looks a little red at the tip from where it has been rubbing against the cage. Arm gets the cream, and applies a small amount to the thin skin through the gaps. Pol sniffs.

"Feels nice," Pol whispers. "The cream is good."

"It's needed," Arm replies, squeezing a bit more of the cream onto his fingers. "Lift your legs up, babe."

Pol obliges, lifting his legs into the air so they are resting against Arm's shoulders, he holds his trousers with one of his hands, to stop them slipping back down his thighs. Arm looks down to inspect Pol's balls, held by the ring. He doesn't appear to be in any discomfort, but he applies some of the cream around to lessen any friction. Pol gasps at the coolness of it. Just to tease him a little more, Arm pushes his legs back further, and spreads Pol's cheeks to get a good view of the darker puckered skin of his hole. Pol has shaved back there as well, leaving behind a small amount of stubble.

"Mine," Arm whispers, drawing a line from Pol's hole around to his balls. "All mine."

Pol's thighs tremble, then he lets his legs drop.

"Ah, Boss," he squeaks. "Oh fuck." Pol tries to wedge his hand down to cup the cage, as if telling his cock to stay.

"I'm being mean." Arm dips down and presses a kiss to Pol's hairline. "I'll stop teasing you."

A wicked smile crosses Pol's face. "Isn't that kind of the point?"

****

Arm wakes that night to the sound of Pol hissing. Pol finished his shift with Tankhun earlier so was already asleep in his bed when Arm got back. Earlier that night, he hadn't woken when Arm entered, used the toilet, and brushed his teeth for bed. So Arm fell asleep alone, listening to a Pokemon podcast he downloaded onto his MP3 player on his last day off, allowing a soothing voice in English discussing psychic abilities lull him to sleep.

At first he thinks the noise is Pol having a bad dream, until he looks over. In the dark, and without his glasses, Arm can just see the outline of Pol sitting up, what looks like his hands clasped over his groin.

"You alright?" Arm asks.

Pol yelps and jumps.

"I - I wasn't touching myself," Pol babbles. "I was - I'm... My balls are just really sore. My cock was getting hard I think. It woke me up."

Arm fumbles for his glasses on the bedside table and nearly pokes himself in the eye in his haste to get them on. Pol is in pain, and not a fun type of pain either, and his gut reaction is to get him out of it. He reaches in the drawer in the bedside table, and pulls out the key.

"I'll unlock you," Arm says.

Pol whines. "No, no. I want to be good."

Arm pushes himself out of the bed, and crosses the room. "This is you being good." He pulls the blanket down, revealing Pol's waist. "I'll just unlock you for a moment, put some cream on, and I can help you adjust yourself."

Pol looks down sadly. "It feels like giving up."

Arm sits down on the bed next to him, the mattress creaks as he settles.

"It's not," he says.

Pol crosses his arms. "No. I don't want you to. It's better now, I think I must have been having a sexy dream or something."

Arm chuckles. "You get hard at night, it's normal. Everybody does. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable, Pol."

Pol holds his arms out, inviting Arm into them. He shuffles back, feeling the spread of his chest, the warmth of his recently awoken body.

"I'm fine now," Pol says. "Honestly, it's better."

Arm gets the tube of cream. "I'm going to put some more of this on," he says, and rubs some more into the sensitive parts of Pol's cock. Pol exhales as the cool cream settles into his skin. "Better?" Arm asks, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

Pol nods. "Stay with me," he says. "Let's spoon. We are on different schedules tomorrow. I'll miss you."

Arm slides in next to him under the covers, the warmth from Pol's body instantly soothes him.

"Shall I hold you?" Arm asks.

Pol makes a small mhmm noise as he rolls onto his side to get settled.

Arm holds him.

****

"Once you are done with your hair, I'm going to unlock you so I can clean you," Arm says to Pol the next morning as they are getting ready in the bathroom. Pol stands in the shower, naked apart from the cage, lathering shampoo into his scalp. He peers at Arm through the steam and the gap in the curtain, blinking as some of the suds drip into his eyes.

"Yes, Boss," Pol whispers. "I'll be quick."

"No rush." Arm watches him intently from his perch on the closed lid of the toilet. He looks at the cage framing Pol's cock, the way it hugs his long length, the way it makes his cock look heavier between his thighs. He's always been a cock man. Big, small, in between, Arm isn't fussy, he just loves how receptive a cock can be, how they can be blushing and oh so pretty.

"You're staring," Pol says with a laugh. He wiggles his hips. "Like what you see."

"Stop being a brat," Arm scolds.

Pol just smiles at him, and finishes washing his stomach. He looks down, holds himself on top of the cage. "Come sort me out."

Arm gets the keys, shakes them in front of Pol's face.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" he asks. "Let your Boss clean you up?"

Pol sucks in a heavy inhale, winces and looks down.

"Please, Boss," he whispers.

Arm slips the key into the lock and pulls the two pieces apart from each other. Pol squirms as the pressure is released, and his cock is free. Arm sets the cage down on a towel, and takes a washcloth, he passes it to Pol to wet under the spray.

Once the cloth is wet, he wipes down across Pol's hips, then around to his inner thighs. Pol whines as Arm brings the cloth underneath to his balls. They are heavy in his hand, as he moves to clean down Pol's shaft.

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck…" Pol babbles, as Arm pushes his foreskin back to clean around the head of his cock. He takes the washcloth and cleans between the layers of skin, wiping the sweat and buildup from the last day away. The pulse from Pol's cock beats fast and steady against his hand.

"Such a good boy," Arm whispers to him, as he takes some mild soap and lathers it across Pol's balls and down his shaft. He wipes it off with the wet cloth again.

Pol looks down at himself. "Are you going to put it back on?" he says.

Arm nods. "Step out and I'll dry you." Pol steps out of the shower and Arm wraps him in a towel, drying him down.

"You look after me so well, Boss," Pol hums against him.

Arm towel-dries Pol's hair, stroking down over the nape of his neck.

"You deserve it."

Pol melts against him, his slightly damp body wetting Arm's pyjama shirt.

Arm ensures Pol is fully dry before taking his cock in his hand. He drops to his knees, presses a kiss to the top of Pol's cock, then slips the cage back over him,

"Thank you," Pol whispers, as Arm turns the key, locking him up again. "I'm… I'm really enjoying this."

"I'm pleased." Arm reaches out and takes his hand. "Do you think you will be able to keep it on for a couple more days?" Pol nods vigorously, and Arm raises his eyebrow. "Until Wednesday?"

"Yeah. We have the night off then."

Arm smiles. "We do."

Pol pulls in closer, bringing with him the scent of his body wash.

"Oh, Boss," he starts. "What are you going to do to me?"

Arm leans in, giving the side of Pol's neck next to his ear a little sniff kiss, inhaling the smell of him.

"Well…" Arm smiles against Pol's skin. "When we have our night off together, I'm going to spend a really long time prepping you."

Pol shivers against him. "You're going to eat me out."

"Mmhm, then once you are all relaxed and wet, I'll start to finger you, get you nice and open for me."

Pol sucks in a breath through his nose. "Then, what are you going to do?"

"Once you are ready, I'll start to fuck you. You'll still have the cage on, and you'll be begging me to let you come, and then, only once you are satisfied, I'll take off the cage and, finally, give you what you need."

"Holy, fuck, Boss," Pol gasps under his breath. "Yes, please. That sounds so good."

Arm hooks his thumb under Pol's chin, lifting his head so they can lock eyes.

"You just have to be a good boy for me until then."

Pol clasps his hand over his caged cock, and whines.

****

They are apart for a lot of the next day, Arm works with Chan again, while Pol stays with Tankhun. In the corridor, on the way back from the canteen, they bump into each other. Pol looks flushed in the cheeks.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he whispers as they pass. "I'm so horny, all the time."

Arm chuckles and massages his shoulder.

"My little needy boy," he says. "Are you still being good?"

Pol nods vigorously. "Yeah, my cock seems to be understanding that it can't get hard. But, my mind…"

A voice from down the corridor drags them out of his bubble.

"Come on Arm," Chan shouts down the corridor. "Stop dawdling. We have work to do."

Arm makes a little kissy face at Pol, then follows Chan down the corridor.

****

It's Arm's turn on the rota to do the overnight with Tankhun, usually Pol would stay and join them both for the night, but Arm insists he stay in their room, and try to get some proper sleep.

They don't manage to catch each other in their room before they change over shifts. When he's getting ready, Arm changes the key over between his dirty and clean trouser pockets. He thinks of Pol, and the cage encasing his cock, and has to stop himself salivating. He can't wait for Wednesday, but there is also so much pleasure in the waiting, in knowing how worked up Pol will be without any hope of release.

Arm leaves their room, and heads up to Tankhun's apartment.

Pol waits in the entranceway for him, arms folded, toeing at the carpet.

"How is he?" Arm asks.

"He's dyeing his hair," Pol starts.

"Oh." Tankhun only does this when he's feeling like he needs to run and reinvent himself. He tends to end up in this cycle after the anniversary weeks, flipping into mania, before the inevitable depression hits.

Pol doesn't elaborate further, both of them understanding the situation.

"Will I see you in the morning?" Pol asks.

"Maybe, although Pete is taking over from me earlier than usual. I need to run through some more audit stuff with Chan."

"Maybe not then." Pol looks down sadly, and shifts from foot to foot.

Arm looks around, making sure nobody is nearby, then reaches out and cups Pol's cock. It's an innocent enough touch;, if anybody saw on the cameras, it could be explained away as adjusting a fly. The cage feels solid around the length of him, Arm rubs his thumb over the ridges and divots.

"Be a good boy tonight," he says. "Remember who holds your key."

Pol shivers at that.

"I'll see you at pool training then?"

"See you then."

****

Pol is already sitting at the edge of the pool, wetsuit on, when Arm arrives at the poolside. Pete sits next to him, looking happily ahead, and Big and Ken sit thigh to thigh, bickering with each other.

"You're late," Chan says, as Arm enters. "Do you have a good excuse?"

"Khun Nhu needed something," Arm says, as he slides his tracksuit off, revealing the wetsuit underneath.

He feels Pol's eyes on him, tracking up his torso, then down to his crotch.

"Get in line, Arm," Chan says, exasperated.

He slides in next to Pol.

Chan begins to tie all of their hands, ensuring the knots are secure. His breath tickles the back of Arm's neck as he secures him. Once they are all tied, they line up at the edge, and Chan ties their feet, before they enter the water one by one.

Arm takes a deep breath and plunges in after Pol. He doesn't even really see the blue of the pool anymore, instead focusing on the correct way to manoeuvre his wrists to ensure the ropes slide free. Then he moves his attention to his ankles, wiggling and pulling until he can move again and swim to the surface.

He breaks the skin of the water, coughing and spluttering, to see that Big has already surfaced, his hair flopped over his eyes, water running down his cheeks. Pete is also treading water, smiling at nothing in the way he does. Pol surfaces next, coughing, shaking his hair like a wet dog. He's followed swiftly by Ken, who, seeing he is last, bellows fuck, and slaps the surfaces of the water with his outstretched palms.

They all swim to the edge, and push themselves out onto the poolside. Arm has always thought of himself as a man of simple pleasures, and being surrounded by a group of wet, well-toned, men, well, that's the simplest pleasure of them all.

"You alright, Boss?" Pol says, coming up behind Arm as he begins to towel dry his hair.

"I'm good," Arm replies. "Got a good time today."

Pol smiles. "You did." The wetsuit hugs him in all the right places, framing the ridges of his abs, his long slender thighs, and the unmistakable shape of his cock. If somebody is in the know, it's painfully obvious that he's caged. Arm considers how easy it would be to pull the wet fabric away from where it hugs his skin, and let it snap back against Pol's skin. If he was a less principled man, he would rip the neoprene off, unlock Pol right away, and take that delicious cock of his into his mouth. Saliva fills Arm's mouth at the thought of the smell of chlorine, rubbery neoprene and Pol. Pol preens at Arm's eyes on him, then winces as his body tries to express his excitement physically. Arm looks at Pol, considers how easy it would be to sneak away and get Pol to give him a hand job in the locker room.

"You did well, Pol." Pete comes over, smiling that smile he wears like a mask, interrupting the aura of horniness. He looks at Pol shifting on his feet, trying to adjust himself. "Is your wetsuit itchy or something? I've got some good cream you know. You've also gotta make sure you dry your balls well after being in a wetsuit. I swear by talc, it gets all the moisture sorted."

Pol smiles back at him. "Noted."

Pete claps him on the shoulder, then wanders off to do Pete things somewhere else.

"I've gotta piss before the next drill," Pol says. "The cold water is getting to me."

Arm almost offers to go with him, still wondering if he could wheedle his way into a quick hand job, but Big's voice cuts him off

"Alright, Arm?" Big says, pushing the wet strands of hair which have escaped his ponytail back. His eyes are fixed on Pol, waddling away towards the changing rooms. Big puts his hands on his hips as Pol leaves through the door. "Why the fuck is Pol in a cock cage?"

Arm raises an eyebrow, studying Big. "Why the fuck not?" he replies.

"You can fucking see it, it's obvious, Arm."

Arm smiles. "Only if you know what you are looking for."

Big just pouts. "Why don't I get a cock cage?"

"I can get you one if you want. But, you'd fucking hate it Big."

"Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't."

"And so would Ken, I think," Arm continues.

"What would Big hate?" Ken comes over, also drying his hair with his towel. He has peeled the top half of his wetsuit off, revealing the planes of his chest. "What would I hate?"

"Arm has got fucking Pol in a cock cage," Big bursts out.

Ken snickers. "Poor boy. I thought his dick looked different today. I'm not adverse to cages. I just hate waiting for stuff. I'd rather just fuck and feel good. We could all just fucking get shot tomorrow, so why delay what could be a good orgasm. Also, I don't want to die with my dick in a cage, I think the mortuary would have questions. I don't want that to be my legacy."

Big nods. "I think I'd quite like it... The cage, not the dying…"

Ken bites his lip. "I'm not caging you, Big. Arm can get you a cock cage if he wants, but looks like he already has a boy locked up." Ken raises an eyebrow. "You should invite him to boy's night, Arm. He can keep the cage on. We can have some fun."

Boy’s night is a rare occasion when the three of them are off together, it usually starts with them playing Call of Duty, or watching some sports game that Arm isn't too interested in. He likes cricket, because it has strategy, but football, he finds a little boring. It started as mutual masturbation, then quickly evolved from hand jobs and blow jobs to what it is now, which is usually Big on all fours, sucking Ken's cock, while Arm fucks into him from behind, making sure he hits his prostate, so he mewls around Ken's cock in just the way he likes. Pol isn't too interested, and has always shrugged him off when he tried to invite him to boy's night.

"I'll ask him," Arm says. It would be nice to play all together.

"Time to get back to work, you lazy fuckers," Chan bellows. Pol heads back from the bathroom, his feet slapping on the tile, and they begin drills again.

Chan grabs Arm at the end of the session.

"Arm, I saw the cage," he says, a weary expression on his face. "I guess that is your doing?"

Arm blushes, looking down at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sir," he says.

"Nothing to be sorry for, just when you bring kink stuff to training, make sure Pol is safe. Pool training is fine, but for other drills, I don't want anything to get caught."

"I will do, Sir," Arm replies.

"I know you will." Chan slaps Arm on the back; it's reassuring, fatherly. "I'm here if you need anything. You look tired, Arm. Go back to your room and sleep. You can cry off shooting practice, you don't need it. You're on a stakeout tonight, right?"

"I am."

Chan squeezes Arm's shoulder. "Go rest, Arm."

****

Arm takes Chan's advice and goes back to his room, strips down to his underwear, and passes out on top of the sheets.

He's awoken to a hand on his shoulder.

"Arm," Pol says, close to his ear. His voice sounds thick, like he's got allergies or a cold. "Arm wake up."

"Pol?" Arm blinks awake, his heart immediately jolts, thinking that he's slept in. He blinks again, and his heart jolts again, as he looks into Pol's red-rimmed eyes. Then looks down, to see him in his civvies. "Pol, what's wrong?"

Pol sniffs, as if he's trying to hold himself together. He sits down on the bed, and Arm opens his arms for him.

"Pol?" Arm says again. "What happened?"

Pol swallows, his throat bobbing. "My brother," he starts.

Arm's heart drops to the pit of his stomach, expecting the worst. "What happened?"

"A seizure," Pol says. "The nurses there couldn't stop it with his normal medication; he's at the hospital."

"Do you need a ride?" Arm asks, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

Pol shakes his head. "Chan is taking me. He's picking up one of Kinn's boys as Big is on the stakeout with you tonight; he's going to drop me off nearby on the way."

Arm squeezes Pol's shoulder. "Keep me updated if you can. You'll be able to take your civvie phone?"

Pol nods. "Yeah. Do you have phone time?"

Arm shakes his head.

"Do you want me to unlock you?"

Pol seems to think for a moment, then shakes his head. "No. I'm okay."

Arm reaches into the drawer and gets out the spare key. "Take this," he says. "In case you are away for longer or you want to unlock yourself if you get uncomfortable."

Pol presses a kiss to Arm's cheek. "Thank you."

"I hope your brother is okay," Arm says.

Pol sniffs again.

"Me too."

****

"So, tell me about the cage?" Big says, taking a drag on his cigarette and tapping the ash out of the open window of the van. "How the fuck did you cage Pol?"

From the backseat, Arm looks up from his computer screen, where he's trying to hack into the security cameras of the warehouse they are parked outside. He can't stop thinking about Pol, not that he's still caged, but the fact that he's alone in the hospital with his brother right now.

"He asked," Arm says, because he did.

"Oh, okay," Big continues. He peers out of the window, to try and get a good view of Ken sneaking around outside. "Is it… hot?"

"I think it is."

Big sucks in a deep breath. "When are you next off?" he asks.

"Tomorrow night," Arm replies. "But I have plans with Pol."

Big takes another drag on his cigarette. "Fair enough. I'm not off tomorrow, Kinn has some gala dinner thing. Ken is also on the detail for it, maybe he'll fuck me when we get back."

Arm watches from the backseat as Ken ducks under some fencing, trying to get closer to one of the small raised windows. Arm types some more code into his laptop, and then all the surveillance cameras flicker into life on the screen.

"I'm in," Arm says. "We don't need Ken trying to peep in the windows now. I have every angle."

"You are fucking incredible, Arm," Big says, then snickers, sticks his head out of the car window, and performs an Oscar-winning impression of an alarm. Ken jumps, then freezes, flattening himself to the floor. Big bursts into fits of giggles, as Ken looks around, panicked.

"Big, Arm," Ken squeaks over his radio. "The alarm!"

Big continues embodying a siren.

"Big!" Ken shouts, more frantic this time. "I need backup."

"Got you, you fucker!" Big yells out the car window. "That was me, you gullible cunt."

Ken stands up, hands balled into fists. "Fuck you, Big. Fuck off. I nearly shat myself!" Ken stalks over to the car, like an angry little dog with his tail between his legs. He peers in the car window and brings his finger under Big's jawbone, tipping his head up. "You're going to regret fucking with me, Big."

Big just smiles at him, all teeth. "Oh, am I?"

Ken's hackles rise. "Yeah," he says, betraying the breathiness in his voice. "You will, Big."

Big leans on the car window more, bringing his face closer to Ken. "Oh, okay, what are you going to do?"

A grin passes over Ken's face, and his breathing quickens. "Oh, I have a few ideas."

Arm sighs in the backseat, he's trying to look to see if he can see any of their stolen cocaine on the cameras. He needs to concentrate.

"Can you two stop being kinky for two seconds?" Arm huffs.

Both Big and Ken whip around, in unison they say: "Says the man who has his roommate in a fucking cock cage."

Arm just shrugs, he can't really argue with that.

****

Arm puts on his shirt in front of the mirror, looking at his tired face in the glass when he hears the door click open.

"Pol?" he calls out.

"It's just me," Pol replies.

"I'm in the bathroom." The door opens, and Pol stands in the frame, dressed in the jeans and hoodie that he left in. "How is he?"

"Stable," Pol says, coming up behind Arm and wrapping his arms around his waist, he settles his head on his shoulder. "They gave him something at the hospital that stopped it, and kept him in for a few hours for observation. He's back home now, he's very tired, a little out of it still. I'm -"

Arm leans back against him, feeling the warmth of him against his back.

"I'm pleased he's okay."

Pol makes a sad little noise behind him. "Yeah. When he came to, he was asking why I hadn't come to see him… I think he thought I was our Dad."

"I'm sorry, Pol."

Pol tilts his head, and gives Arm's neck a little sniff kiss, raising the hairs there. "It's okay."

"Has Chan given you the day off?"

"Just the morning," Pol says and then yawns. "He says I'll have to come and help him with some paperwork stuff later. I haven't slept. You should probably get going or you'll be late relieving Pete. "

"Try to rest," Arm says. "Get some sleep."

"I will do." A pause hangs in the air. "I'm looking forward to tonight."

"Are you still up for it?"

Pol makes a little noise of affirmation. "I'm so up for it." From the feeling of the hard plastic pressing against his arse, Arm knows Pol is still caged. A shiver of anticipation runs up his spine.

"See you tonight then," Arm says.

****

Arm gets back later after his shift with Tankhun to find Pol sitting on the bed, his hair fluffy from being recently dried, only wearing his underwear.

"You're eager," Arm smiles, crossing the distance between them. Pol smells of shampoo and body wash. Arm wraps his arms around him, holding him close. "Has your day been okay?"

"It has."

"I'm going to shower, and then I'll come join you." Arm strokes his finger up from Pol's navel, between his pecs, up between his clavicles, then over the bumps of his windpipe until he's under his chin. He allows himself to settle, to switch over to dom mode, rather than work mode. "I want you naked apart from your cage, kneeling on the floor when I come out."

Pol shivers at that, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. "Yes, Boss," he says. "Of course, Boss."

Arm tweaks one of his nipples and Pol yelps. "Be a good boy for me now. Make sure you double lock the door."

Arm goes through to the shower, leaving Pol on the bed. Pol's enema bulb sits on the edge of the sink, drying. He must have cleaned out in preparation for what they had discussed. Arm smiles at it, then turns the shower on.

He washes the sweat of the day away, making sure to clean around his cock, under his foreskin, around to the back of his balls. All he wants to do is take his dick in his fist and stroke himself until he sees stars at the image of Pol kneeling in the bedroom, waiting for him. But, he has to wait to save himself for Pol. It's worth it.

Turning off the shower, Arm dries himself, and redresses in a pair of soft black sweatpants. He leaves his shirt off.

He opens the door to the room to see Pol kneeling on the floor, his eyes closed, already deep in the head-space.

"Hey," Arm says. "Look at you."

Pol's eyes flick open, and he looks up at Arm through his dark eyelashes, expression open and accepting, eyes intense with desire.

"I'm all yours, Boss," Pol whispers.

Arm takes another step forward, so his bare feet are nearly touching Pol's knees.

"You are." Arm studies Pol's cock in the cage. It looks angry and red, chubbed up against the black plastic of the cage. "Is my boy getting needy for me?"

Pol whines. "Yes, Boss." Pol nuzzles Arm's thighs, rubbing his face against him. "I've been waiting so long."

"You have." Arm lifts his foot and strokes his toe along Pol's stomach in a long line, causing him to shiver. "Get up and get on the bed. I'll make you feel good."

Pol pushes himself to his feet, and Arm guides him over to the bed. He eases him down, willing him to relax. He smells so good, the air thick with tension and Pol's skin scent. Arousal twists in Arm's gut as the sight of Pol's long limbs stretched out on the bed, his beautiful cock held fast by the cage. He's suddenly overwhelmed. A deep affection builds up in his chest like sinking into a warm bath. Arm dips down and sucks a bruise into the side of Pol's neck. It's not love. Love and the type of work they do don't go hand in hand. Relationships don't either. As Arm flicks his tongue out to lap at Pol's nipple, and looks up through half-lidded eyes to consider Pol's flushed cheeks, he thinks this might be the closest he has ever felt to loving somebody. Maybe they don't have to name it. Maybe the doing is all that's needed to create that fragile world of their own making. A place where the pressures of the outside can't reach them.

"My good boy," Arm whispers against the soft planes of Pol's stomach. "My good, good boy. I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Please, Boss," Pol gasps as Arm cups the cage. He's slightly wet around the head, needy and somehow leaking even though he can't get hard. "Oh, Boss, please, please." Arm replaces his hand with his mouth, pressing soft kisses against the plastic of the cage, nosing the tip of his nose through the gaps. Pol is so warm against him, and he lets out another whine, as Arm flicks his tongue out and licks through one of the gaps, only managing to get the tip of his tongue through. He tastes of salt and sweat, smells strongly of the musk of intimate skin.

Arm pulls off, and Pol wiggles on the sheet, pulling his knees in towards each other. His thighs look so inviting, pale and muscular, peppered with fine dark hair, getting thicker on the insides of his legs. Arm's cock strains against the black material of his sweatpants, he goes to push them down, but Pol reaches out and stops him.

"Let me," he says. "Let me take care of you, Boss." Arm nods, and Pol pushes his sweatpants down, revealing his half-hard cock. "How do you want me to serve you?"

Arm wiggles the sweatpants off his feet, and strokes up Pol's thighs. He then gets himself settled so he can rub his cock against Pol's thigh. "Like this," Arm gasps, as he bucks his hips against Pol's leg, grinding down against him. The friction feels so good, and his nerves sing. Due to the position, as Arm moves back and forward his knee bumps up against the cock cage.

"Kiss me," Pol whispers through a gasp.

Still rubbing against him, Arm presses his lips to Pol's, he tastes of toothpaste. They kiss slowly, languidly, exploring each other's mouths. Arm melts into the closeness, allowing themselves to become one for a moment. The friction created from Pol's thigh is so good, and he's fully hard now, wet and leaking. He needs to stop, or he's going to come like this, messily all over Pol's thigh before they have even really got started.

Arm pulls out of the kiss, sitting back on Pol's shin, exploring him with his eyes. He's left a sticky trail on Pol's leg, and Pol's cock looks like it's trying to break free of the cage.

"Fuck…" Pol gasps out. "I want you so bad. I'm…."

Arm shushes him, and reaches over to the bedside table to grab the lube. He shifts off Pol's shin so that he is kneeling between his spread legs.

"Legs up," Arm says, pushing Pol's legs back with one hand, revealing his hole, with his other he spreads his cheeks for better access. When Pol had shaved his pubes, he'd shaved back here as well, the short stubbly hairs are just starting to grow back down the cleft and around his hole. "Hold your knees for me."

Pol obliges, holding the backs of his knees, holding himself open as Arm gets settled in front of his hole.

"Such a pretty hole," Arm whispers, so close to Pol's skin he must be tickling him. He can see how swollen his balls are getting, held fast by the ring of the cock-cage. Pol's length is held fast by it, hanging untouched between his legs. Arm licks a long stripe up Arm's perineum, and takes one of his caged balls into his mouth, sucking on it.

Pol keens above him, his hands shaking from holding his legs back.

"Boss, boss. Fuck… fuck…"

Arm hums against his perineum, licking down to circle around Pol's hole. The short hairs tickle against his lips as he presses a kiss there, sucking at the rim. He always tastes so good down here, soft, slightly sweet and salty. Sighing against him, Arm spears his tongue inside, pushing past the rings of muscle, and stretching Pol open.

"Ah…" Pol gasps out, trembling. "Oh shit…."

"You're good, baby," Arm whispers against his skin, then spears his tongue inside again, twisting it inside of him. Pol's cries get louder.

"Need to come," Pol gasps. "I…."

Arm looks up, between Pol's legs, he's so flushed, but it's a good begging, not a bad begging, he trusts Pol enough that he will tell him. Arm licks him again, basking in the warmth of the noises that he draws out of Pol. He licks him until he's just making soft little gasping noises, and his hole feels softer and more relaxed against his tongue.

"I'm going to finger you to get you ready," Arm says to him, and squeezes some lube onto his fingers. "You okay, Pol?"

Pol nods furiously. "Yes, Boss, yes. Fingers, please, please…"

Arm squeezes some of the cold lube onto Pol's hole, marvelling at how the muscle flutters, opening and closing at the change in sensation, how some of the fluid runs inside of Pol. Arm presses his finger in. There's a slight bit of resistance at first, then Pol exhales, relaxes and lets him enter. He crooks his finger towards Pol's navel, and Pol cries out. His hands fall from his legs, and Arm shuffles backwards so he can rest Pol's legs on his shoulders. Arm slowly pushes another finger in, and Pol lets out a ragged exhale, followed by little: ah, ah, ahs, as Arm massages against his prostate. From the angle, Arm remains fixated on the drip of precome forcing its way pitifully out of Pol's swollen and caged cock.

"You are so beautiful," Arm whispers, "I can't wait to uncage you, I can't wait to see how much come has been building up inside of you."

The slow, languid drip increases as Arm pushes another finger inside and begins somewhat roughly massaging the spongy flesh of Pol's prostate in circles.

"Boss," Pol gasps out. "Boss, I need…"

Arm presses against the sweet spot inside of Pol again.

"What do you need?"

"Your, ah, your cock, Boss."

With a chuckle, Arm drags his fingers out and pushes them back in again.

"My cock? You want me to fuck you hard when your dick can't even enjoy it?" A flush blooms across Pol's cheeks "Oh, you are such a good boy for me."

The flush darkens on Pol's cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. He watches, enraptured as Arm takes his cock in his hand. He strokes himself, pushing his foreskin back and forth, using it to increase the sensation, until he's fully hard. Pol is a dream below him, his legs still on Arm's shoulders, little shudders running down them, his toes pointed together behind Arm's neck. His cock must be throbbing in the cage, he must want to come so bad that it hurts. At the thought of it, Arm could just jack his cock off, and paint Pol's face with his come.

But he's not selfish like that.

"I'm going to move your legs, baby," Arm says, shifting Pol's legs off his shoulders, then popping a pillow under his hips to lift him. He bends Pol's knees and parts his legs so he can slip in between him. "Is this okay for you?"

Pol whines and nods. Arm reaches to the bedside table where the carabiner with the keys sits, he jangles it in front of Pol's face, then places it somewhere for easy access. Pol watches, eyes wide, as Arm unrolls a condom down onto his dick.

"Latex-free?" Pol asks, voice small, as if, in the past, it would be something easily forgotten.

"Of course, baby," Arm replies, and Pol relaxes back against the pillow. "I've got you."

He spreads Pol's cheeks with his hand, squeezes some more lube onto his already wet hole, then strokes some down the condom. Arm sighs as he presses the head of his cock against Pol's entrance, pushing slightly to ease inside.

Pol's face twists and Arm slows, giving him time to adjust. His cock dribbles out another pathetic drip of fluid, as Arm eases his way inside more.

"Okay?" Arm asks him.

Pol nods, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah, it has just been a while."

"I know. You tell me, Pol. You are so good for me. I've got you."

Pol exhales. "You've got me." He nods, giving Arm permission to go further inside. He pulls out a few inches, then pushes back in, opening Pol up, punching a moan out of him as he drags the head of his cock back against Pol's prostate.

The warm heat of Pol envelops Arm; he feels so good around him, clenching and releasing the muscles. Arm gasps, fucking in and out quicker, harder, chasing his release that feels so close. He dangles over the precipice, lost in the mixture of their shared vocalisations, the slap of skin on skin, the puffs of their breath. In their small room, they are two paint colours mixing in water, twisting and merging to become one, to become something new.

"Fuck, Boss," Pol whines as Arm slides inside to the root. "Feels so good."

"Pol." Arm reaches for his hand, lacing their fingers together, holding onto Pol like he's the only thing keeping his atoms together. "Fuck, Pol…" He bucks his hips again, and Pol squeezes around him. It's all too much; he's at the edge of that cliff. Arm falls, spins and the world goes white, as he comes. Heat surrounds him as he pulses into the condom, then stills, catching his breath. "Holy shit…" Arm gasps once he has caught his breath.

"Boss," Pol sniffs. "Can I?"

Arm looks down at Pol's swollen, still flaccid cock in the cage. He's even wetter now, leaving a small dark mark on the sheet. Arm goes to pull out of his hole, but Pol grasps his hand. "No," Pol says. "Stay inside, keep fucking me if you can."

Arm nods. "Anything for you."

He reaches down and takes the key, sliding it into the lock, and then pulling the two pieces apart. Pol whines and then exhales as Arm frees him. Even with just eyes on him, he starts to harden, swelling and rising before Arm's eyes. He's such a dream.

"My good boy." Arm wraps his hand around the base of Pol's cock, and Pol shouts something incoherent, as a dribble of precome drips down his foreskin. "Oh, baby, you have waited so well for me, you have been so patient, so, so good."

Pol sniffs. "I wanna be good. I wanna come for you, Boss." He sucks in air through his front teeth. "I'm so sensitive."

Arm gives him a good long, slow, stroke, stopping once he reaches his foreskin, then pulling it back to reveal the purplish head of Pol's cock. The slit is so wet at the end, leaking thin fluid. Inside Pol's hole, his own cock throbs, he's softening, edging on oversensitive. But Pol wants him inside, so that's what Pol will get.

"Fuck me," Pol hisses. "Boss, please, fuck me."

Arm growls, and cants his hips, grinding against Pol's pelvis. Pol cries out, and Arm begins stroking him earnestly. With each thrust, more fluid leaks from Pol's cock, dripping down his shaft and Arm's hand. From the rising pitch of Pol's noises, Arm can tell he's getting close. They rise and rise, and Pol squeezes his eyes shut.

"Oh fuck…" Pol cries out. Then, he's coming, too overwhelmed to make a sound. All his limbs tensing, his internal muscles squeezing Arm's cock. Pol's cock twitches, spurting out what seems like waves and waves of come. Arm settles back and strokes him through the aftershocks, working around the head of his cock with his thumb. He watches in awe as a second peak takes Pol, and another spray of fluid splatters across his chest, reaching to his clavicle, running down in lazy rivulets.

"Holy shit," Arm whispers. "Holy fucking shit, Pol."

Pol breathes heavily, and his face screws up. Arm knows that is his discomfort face, so he slips out of him, and removes the condom from his cock, tying the end and placing it on the bed. Breathless and sweaty, he flops down next to Pol, holding him and sniff-kissing his neck.

"Boss…" is all Pol can say. "That was…."

Arm shushes him. "Catch your breath, you came really hard. You used a lot of energy." He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs his flask. "Have a drink."

Arm tips Pol's head up and holds the straw to his mouth. Pol drinks, his throat bobbing.

"My mouth was so dry," he says. Arm takes a sip as well.

They hold each other, letting the sweat and come dry on their bodies, warm and safe in their room. Pol snuggles against Arm's neck, pressing a kiss there. He kisses up Arm's jaw, and Arm turns his head, pressing a kiss to Pol's lips. Pol smiles against them, as they explore each other's mouths.

"Arm," Pol says, as they break off the kiss. "I know you do stuff with other people. Am I? Am I good enough? Do I hold up…. Big, well, he's…. and Ken…"

Arm holds him tighter, studying his expression. Pol, to his knowledge, only sleeps with him. They aren't exclusive, that's not their dynamic, it's just Pol… Well, Pol doesn't seem to have eyes for anybody else. Arm, well, he's always known he liked sex, liked kink, and was very interested in all the particulars of it. He has a wide variety of interests, and exploring that with different people, that's part of the fun. Play is different from the relationships he sees in Tankhun's dramas. But, if somebody external was going to define his and Pol's relationship, they would probably see them both more as boyfriends than whatever he does with Big and Ken. Whatever that means... Not wanting to think about this now, Arm leans in for another kiss, needing the closeness.

"I don't kiss Big or Ken on the lips," Arm says, as that's the best way to describe it. Pete, on the rare occasion they play together, doesn't ever kiss at all. Arm has never even touched Pete's cock or hole.

Pol's eyes widen. "Does that make me special?"

"You are always special, Pol." Arm considers it. "It just makes you different."

Pol makes a small mhmm noise, and a silence falls in the room.

"Arm," he starts, breaking it after a while. "If we weren't in this life, if we didn't do what we do, if we had a chance to start again. I'd want it to be with you."

Something warm swells in Arm's chest. Maybe this is how they define it, by the distant possibility of what they could be, by its potential rather than its actuality.

"I'd want it to be with you, too," Arm replies.

Pol smiles. "We'd live together, maybe we'd get an apartment, I'd maybe go and finish my nursing degree…."

Arm cuddles in closer to him, imagining an apartment, a balcony, picking up Pol's dirty pants off their bathroom floor, making him breakfast, not worrying about him getting shot to pieces, not worrying about how Pol would deal with him getting shot to pieces.

"What would I do?" Arm asks him.

Pol considers it, looking up and furrowing his eyebrows. "Hmm, well, I think you would have a sex shop, you'd advise people on what gear to buy, maybe you could run classes, teach people how to tie each other up and stuff."

Arm laughs. It does sound pretty perfect.

"Would we get an apartment above the sex shop?"

Pol nods. "Yeah. Then, we can stay in bed late, and you can just go down when you fancy opening the shop up."

Arm brushes a stray strand of hair behind Pol's ear, tracing over the shell. "What about your nursing degree?"

"Maybe I'd work night-shift when I didn't have class, then I could get back in bed with you when I come home before the shop opens."

The light shifts outside the window. As night fully falls, the faint blue glow of the buildings around them filters in through the blinds.

"Would we stay in Thailand?" Arm asks.

Pol shakes his head. "We'd get far away from here. Let's go to Berlin. You know a bit of English, I'm sure I can learn German."

"What about your brother?"

Pol's face falls, and Arm pauses, wondering if he's stepped on a boundary or detonated a landmine. But then, Pol smiles, releasing the tension.

"He'd come with us," Pol says. "We'd make sure he had everything he needed. We'd be able to…" He stops himself, cutting himself off. "We'd find somewhere that could give him the best care..."

"This sounds expensive," Arm chuckles against Pol's ear. "I don't think sex shop owner and nurse are the most lucrative careers."

"It's a dream, Arm," Pol complains. "Also, we could make lots of money with the sex shop. You know a lot, you have a lot of wisdom to share. "

Arm smiles. "I'd like that." It's true. It's a nice dream. But it's from a different life, it's almost as far-fetched as one of Pol's reborn-businessmen fantasy novels.

"Me too," Pol says. "Me too."

They lie in silence for a while, then go through to the shower to wash the sweat and come staining their bodies away. Both of them stand under the spray, helping to wash down each other's chest, legs, arms... Pol ducks down to allow Arm to lather shampoo into his hair.

Once they are done, they are both exhausted, so just towel dry their hair, and move to Pol's bed to sleep for the night.

"I really enjoyed our evening," Pol says into the darkness, once they have turned out the light. "I love my cage. I want to do it again soon. I think that was the best orgasm of my life."

"Me too," Arm says, holding him close, spooning him. They lie with their hands clasped together across Pol's chest. "You look so fucking sexy in your cage. It looked like a really good orgasm."

"Fuck… it was, can still feel it in my dick."

A silence falls, and Pol's breathing regulates until Arm is almost certain he has fallen asleep.

"Arm," he says after a while.

Arm blinks himself awake, now half-asleep.

"Yes, Pol."

"On our next full day off together, do you want to come with me to see my brother? We can take him out somewhere, maybe to one of the local parks."

Arm breathes in the soft skin and shampoo scent of the back of his neck. There is something so intimate about this, Pol inviting Arm into a facet of his life that he keeps strictly private.

"Of course, Pol," Arm says. "I'd like that."

"Okay," Pol replies. "We'll do that then. You are important to me. I don't want to hide everything anymore."

"I don't want you to hide either, Pol. I care about you, all the parts of you."

"Me too, Arm," Pol replies. "Thank you, Boss."

Arm sniff kisses the back of Pol's neck, holds him close, and silently promises that, in this cruel and unpredictable world, he will always endeavor to keep him safe.