Adam had watched Noah for a long moment as he dressed, noting the subtle hesitations—the way Noah’s hands trembled when he reached to adjust the lace thong, the way his eyes flickered downward when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
It wasn’t that Noah wished he didn’t have a penis at all; it was that his smallness was undeniable—a size so slight against the robust, assured presence that Adam embodied.
Later, when Noah sat with his back turned in a quiet corner of the room, Adam stepped forward. His voice was low and calm as he said, “I see how you feel about it.”
There was no judgment in his tone—only a steady acknowledgment. Noah’s face flushed, and he avoided Adam’s gaze, his eyes fixed on the floor.
Adam continued, “I notice the way you shy away, the way your hands hesitate... because you know it’s small. And I know how that makes you feel.”
His words were gentle, measured—a soft confession of the contrast that had always been there: Noah’s modest size versus the fullness Adam carried so naturally. Noah’s chest tightened. He had spent countless moments in silence, troubled by that difference. Now, with Adam’s words, it was laid bare.
“It’s… so small,” Noah whispered, voice cracking slightly as if releasing a long-held secret.
Adam stepped closer until he was directly behind Noah, his warm breath at Noah’s ear.
“And that’s why I want to take care of it,” he murmured. “I want you to know that you don’t have to bear that burden on your own. Let me hold it for you.”
Noah’s heart pounded, and for a long moment he did not move—his body a mix of vulnerability and quiet yearning. Adam’s words were not meant to shame; they were an invitation for Noah to surrender something he had long tried to hide.
Then Adam asked softly, “Tell me what you want.”
In the silence that followed, Noah’s inner conflict laid itself bare. His shame, his desire for something more substantial—something that could fill the space he felt inside—pulsed in every beat of his heart.
At last, in a voice that trembled with both uncertainty and resolve, Noah whispered, “I want you to take care of it.”
The air between them was thick, heavy—not with hesitation, but with something unspoken waiting to be laid bare. Adam watched the way Noah stood before him, fingers loosely gripping the hem of his skirt, his breath steady but shallow. The admission had already been spoken:
I want you to take care of it.
Now, it was time to understand what that meant. Adam sat down on the edge of the bed, legs apart, forearms resting on his thighs, and gestured for Noah to come closer. When Noah obeyed, Adam reached out, steady hands finding his hips, thumbs pressing lightly into the soft fabric of the skirt.
“I want to hear you say more.”
Noah swallowed. His lips parted, then hesitated, like the words were forming but not yet fully shaped. Adam waited, never rushing him. Noah exhaled, his voice quieter but certain.
"It's just… it's small. It’s always been small."
Adam nodded slowly. “I know.”
Noah’s breath caught slightly, his shoulders tensing at the acknowledgment. He had never heard Adam say it outright, never had anyone say it outright. It wasn’t cruel, wasn’t teasing—it was just true. Adam’s grip on his hips tightened, grounding him.
"And that makes you feel what?"
Noah’s gaze flickered away. He already knew the answer. But saying it was different. Adam didn’t let him escape it. He tilted Noah’s chin, forcing his eyes back up.
"Tell me."
Noah let out a shaky breath.
"I feel… like it doesn’t matter." He hesitated, then corrected himself. "Like it shouldn’t matter."
Adam’s thumbs traced small circles against his skin. "And what do you want instead?"
Noah’s voice came barely above a whisper, but it cut through the space between them.
“I want it to be yours. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”
Adam felt the weight of that confession settle in the space between them. He had always known, had always seen the way Noah withdrew from himself in this way, but hearing him say it—offering it—was something different. He leaned back slightly, studying Noah, his expression unreadable but intent.
“Then tell me what that means to you. Don’t just give me the words—give me the truth.”
Noah’s hands clenched at his sides. His whole body was humming, his mind spinning, but the words—when they finally came—felt inevitable.
“It means… it doesn’t belong to me anymore.” A shaky breath. “It means I don’t have to—” He swallowed hard. “I don’t have to try and make it something it’s not.”
Adam tilted his head. “And what is it?”
Noah bit his lip, then exhaled. “Too small.”
Adam nodded slowly. “And what am I?”
Noah’s breath was unsteady. His fingers twitched against the fabric of his skirt, but he didn’t break eye contact. "Big."
Adam hummed low in his throat, a sound of quiet approval. "That's right. Say it again."
Noah swallowed. “You’re big.” His voice wavered slightly, but he didn’t stop. "And I'm—" He hesitated, then let it out in a breath. "Small."
Adam exhaled slowly, dragging his hands up Noah’s sides, his touch firm, deliberate. "That’s the truth, isn’t it? At least where it matters?"
Noah nodded. Adam ran his hands over Noah’s hips, fingers grazing the lace beneath the skirt, touching the fabric that barely covered him.
"And you don’t want to have to think about it anymore."
Noah shook his head. "No. I don’t."
Adam’s fingers dipped lower, brushing over the slight bulge where Noah’s lace barely held him. The touch was light, almost absentminded, but enough to make Noah shiver.
“You’ve been waiting for me to say it, haven’t you?” Adam’s voice was low, knowing. “That you shouldn’t have to worry about this anymore. That I’ll take care of it for you.”
Noah inhaled sharply, nodding before he even realized he was doing it. Adam let his fingers linger, not moving, just feeling.
“And you understand what that means?”
Noah’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He already knew what Adam was going to say next. He had known for a long time, had felt it coming in every glance, every moment Adam had subtly taken more of his body under his control. Adam waited until Noah was looking at him again before saying it.
“It means you’ll wear something for me. Something that will help.”
Noah’s breath caught. Adam didn’t phrase it as a demand. Didn’t present it as anything other than what it was—a solution to something Noah had already confessed he wanted. Adam continued, his fingers pressing lightly where Noah was barely contained beneath the lace.
"You don’t have to think about it anymore. You don’t have to feel it, touch it, worry about what it looks like next to mine. It won’t be something you have to manage. It will be mine—and you’ll know it, every second of the day."
Noah’s whole body shuddered. “You… you really think—”
Adam cut him off gently, his voice calm, sure. “I know.”
A long silence stretched between them. Noah’s hands were trembling where they clutched his skirt, his body hot, overwhelmed. But there was no doubt. Adam watched him carefully, reading every flicker of hesitation, of need.
Then he asked, “Do you want that?”
Noah squeezed his eyes shut for half a second, then exhaled. When he opened them, he didn’t look away.
"Yes."
Adam hummed again, satisfied. His fingers skimmed over Noah’s hips once more before pulling back.
“Good.”
Noah swayed slightly, lightheaded from the admission, from the weight of it settling in his chest. Then Adam tilted his chin up, his voice dropping into something softer, but just as firm.
“Good girl.”
Noah sat on the edge of the bed, his thighs pressed together, the lace of his thong barely covering the plug still nestled deep inside him. He could still feel the weight of Adam’s sperm from the night before, his body marked, claimed, yet there was something more now—something unfinished.
Adam stood before him, broad and imposing, the open box resting in his palm. Noah’s eyes flickered downward. Sleek metal. Polished. Delicate but unyielding.
A cage. His breath caught. His stomach twisted in knots. A quiet, instinctive tension settled in his chest—part anticipation, part fear. Then, Adam knelt before him, his hands spreading over Noah’s bare thighs, firm but steadying, warm against his cool skin.
“You trust me,” Adam murmured, not a question, but a truth.
Noah swallowed hard and nodded.
Adam's lips curled slightly, pleased, before his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Noah’s thong, sliding it down, peeling the lace away inch by inch. Noah felt the exposure acutely, his breath coming quicker as Adam’s gaze settled on him—on his soft, tiny, untouched self, barely there between his thighs.
Adam exhaled softly. "Look at you."
His thumb traced over Noah’s delicate mound, barely skimming the skin, before resting just above it, as if acknowledging something unspoken between them.
“So small,” Adam murmured. “You were never meant to have anything here, were you?”
Noah’s breath caught in his throat. His whole body flushed, trembling between Adam’s hands.
“No,” he whispered.
Adam smiled, thumb stroking along Noah’s hip, reassuring yet possessive.
“No,” Adam echoed. “Because you don’t need this little cocklet, baby. You have a pussy.”
Noah’s chest shuddered on the inhale, his lips parting slightly. The words stole something from him, unraveled something inside him he hadn’t fully understood until now. He had a pussy.
Adam lifted the chastity cage from the box, turning it over in his palm like something precious. Sleek, delicate metal—designed for someone like Noah.
"This will keep you how you're meant to be," Adam said, his voice low, filled with something reverent, something final.
He slid a hand between Noah’s thighs, spreading them further apart.
"No need to get hard," Adam murmured, running his fingers over Noah’s soft, untouched skin. "That's not for you anymore."
Noah let out a soft, breathy whimper, his thighs tensing, his body fighting against something his mind had already surrendered to. Adam’s fingers fitted the cage around him effortlessly, enclosing Noah’s tiny, delicate cocklet in metal that felt both weightless and impossibly heavy all at once.
Then, the lock clicked shut. Noah gasped. His body felt different. Completely, irrevocably changed. Adam’s thumb ran over the cool metal, testing the fit, before he tilted Noah’s chin up, making him look at him.
“There,” Adam murmured, his voice thick with something deep and knowing. “You're perfect now.”
Noah’s breath shuddered out of him. His head felt light, his chest aching, full, trembling with something too big to name. Adam’s fingers curled under his jaw, holding him still. He pulled Noah into his arms, pressing a slow kiss on his lips.
Noah leaned into Adam’s mouth, his breath still uneven, his body thrumming with sensation too vast to contain. The cage was snug, unyielding, weightless and impossibly present all at once. Adam’s arms tightened around him, his lips brushing against Noah’s temple, his jaw, the hollow of his throat—not hurried, not forceful, but measured, deliberate, claiming.
Then, Adam pulled away slightly, and Noah watched as he lifted something thin and silver on a delicate chain. The key.
Noah’s heart stuttered.
Adam threaded the chain through the key’s small hole, his fingers sure and steady. Then, without hesitation, he slipped it around his own neck, letting the key settle against his bare chest. Noah’s gaze locked onto it.
It sat right over Adam’s heart, rising and falling with each slow, steady breath. So close, yet impossibly far. His key. His body. His freedom. All of it rested with Adam now. Noah swallowed hard, his thighs shifting, trying to adjust to the new weight, the new reality pressing in on all sides.
Adam watched him carefully. “How does it feel?”
Noah hesitated. It felt…right. Terrifying, but right. But he couldn’t say that yet. Not fully.
“…Different,” he murmured instead.
Adam hummed low in his throat, as if satisfied with the answer. His fingers brushed over Noah’s hip, soothing, reassuring, before they curled under his chin again, lifting his gaze.
“You’ll get used to it,” Adam said, his voice warm, unshakable. “And soon, you won’t be able to imagine yourself without it.”
Noah shivered, his lips parting slightly, something deep and fragile breaking apart inside him. Adam’s hand slid around the back of his neck, thumb stroking just beneath his ear.
“Say thank you, baby.”
The words came instinctively, without thought. "Thank you, Adam."
Adam’s smile was slow, pleased, entirely in control. His hand slipped lower, tracing over Noah’s stomach, down to the cage. He tapped it lightly with his fingers, and Noah felt the smallest shock of sensation pulse through him—the reminder of his locked, useless self. Adam leaned in, his lips brushing just below Noah’s ear, his breath warm against his skin.
“Good girl.”
Noah trembled. His eyes fluttered shut, his breath catching, something soft and helpless twisting low in his belly. The cage, the key, Adam’s words—his world had just changed, completely and irreversibly. And somewhere deep inside him, he knew… he didn’t want it to change back.
The first night was the hardest. Noah tossed and turned, his body acutely aware of the presence between his legs, the snug, unyielding cage a constant reminder of what was no longer his to control. Every time he moved, the cage pressed against him, a firm, insistent weight that seemed to whisper:
Not yours anymore.
But that wasn’t what unsettled him the most. What unsettled him was how much it soothed him. Even as his thighs squeezed together, even as frustration flickered at the edge of his mind, the unquestionable truth remained—he had never felt this held before. This safe. The key was with Adam.
The thought sent a warm, electric pulse through his chest, curling down into his belly like a secret heat. He belonged to Adam. Noah squeezed his eyes shut. What did that even mean? A part of him questioned, wanting something deeper.
His body betrayed him in the middle of the night, waking in its usual rhythm—half-hard, needy, wanting. Except he couldn’t. There was no relief. The pressure in the cage grew tight, almost unbearable, his body fighting against the restriction that wouldn’t give. Noah’s breath caught, a strange, helpless sound leaving his throat. The sensation was maddening.
His hips pressed into the mattress, but there was nothing. His pulse pounded. The realization hit him hard and fast, like a wave pulling him under: He wasn’t supposed to be able to take care of himself anymore. Adam had made sure of that. Noah bit his lip, gripping the sheets tighter, his face hot, his body tingling with something impossible to name. And then—
A soft, warm hand traced over his hip. Noah startled, sucking in a sharp breath. Adam. He was awake. Noah swallowed hard, his heart racing as Adam’s fingers trailed lower, finding the cage, his touch light, impossible to ignore. Adam didn’t say anything at first—just explored, like he was taking inventory. Then, softly, right against the shell of Noah’s ear—
“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?”
Noah shuddered. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Adam’s fingers stroked along the base of the cage, just enough to send a sharp pulse of sensation through Noah’s helpless, swollen body.
“It’s a lot, I know,” Adam murmured, pressing a slow kiss to Noah’s shoulder, his lips hot.
Noah whimpered, barely nodding. It was too much. Adam exhaled softly, his hand sliding up Noah’s stomach. Then, after a long, quiet moment—
“You’ll learn, Noah.”
Adam’s voice was so confident, so certain.
“You’ll learn to love it.”
The words hung between them.
“You just have to want it. Do you want it?”
God, he did. But something else nagged at him, something deeper, something he hadn’t asked yet. His fingers curled slightly into the sheets. His voice was quiet, but it didn’t waver.
“What about you?”
Adam’s expression didn’t change, but Noah felt the way his fingers paused—just for a fraction of a second—before resuming their slow movement.
“What do you mean?” Adam’s voice was steady, calm.
Noah swallowed, licked his lips.
“I get what I want out of this.” He glanced down briefly, as if looking for the words. “I get to… stop pretending. I get to be this with you.”
He took a small breath, then lifted his gaze again, searching Adam’s face.
“But what do you want?”
Adam didn’t answer right away. When he did speak, his voice was even. “I told you. I get you.”
Noah swallowed, shifting slightly under Adam’s steady hold. “That’s not what I mean.”
Adam’s gaze didn’t waver, but Noah could feel the tension building beneath his skin, the way his body held something just beneath the surface. Noah pressed forward.
“I get to stop pretending. I get to be exactly what I am with you. But do you feel that way too?”
Adam’s thumb traced lightly along Noah’s cheekbone, his breath steady.
“Yes.”
The word landed deep in Noah’s chest, settling there like a stone. Adam’s fingers slid down, his palm pressing warm against Noah’s throat.
“I never had to pretend the way you did.” His voice was lower now. “But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t holding something back.”
Noah barely breathed. “What?”
“I didn’t know what I needed until I met you.”
Noah’s chest felt tight, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Adam’s other hand slid down, resting against the curve of Noah’s hip, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of the skirt.
“I like that you let me lead,” Adam murmured, voice thick. “I like that you trust me to.”
Noah shivered, his thighs pressing together involuntarily. Adam’s grip tightened.
“You make me feel stronger.” He exhaled slowly, his palm moving over Noah’s waist, spanning the curve.
“More sure of myself.”
Noah let out a shaky breath, his fingers curling into Adam’s chest. Adam leaned in, his lips brushing against Noah’s temple.
“I don’t have to hold back with you.”
Adam’s words settled deep in Noah’s chest, threading through the heat already curling low in his belly. His fingers tightened against Adam’s chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his touch. He wanted to hear more.
“What do you mean?” Noah’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the way Adam was looking at him, it felt like shouting.
Adam’s fingers dragged down the side of Noah’s body, firm but slow.
“I don’t have to make myself smaller. I don’t have to be careful.”
His palm smoothed over Noah’s thigh, tracing the delicate stretch of fishnet there.
“With you, I get to be all of it.”
Noah swallowed hard. He knew what Adam was saying, and it made his breath come short. He could see it—the way Adam’s presence filled every space, the way his confidence never faltered, the way Noah fit against him like he had always belonged there. Adam pressed his mouth to the curve of Noah’s jaw, breathing against his skin.
“You let me take care of you.”
Noah’s stomach fluttered, warmth pooling between his thighs.
“I like it when you do.”
Adam’s hand moved, slipping between Noah’s legs, fingers toying lightly at the lace of the thong.
“I know you do.” His voice had dipped lower, his breath warm against Noah’s ear.
“I like it just as much as you do.”
Noah let out a quiet sound as Adam’s fingers teased over him, a slow, lazy stroke. He was still caged, still held tight, but the pressure made him gasp. Adam kissed him then, slow and deep, swallowing the noise. His other hand slid under Noah’s back, lifting him slightly, pressing him closer.
Noah’s body was supple, melting into the way Adam handled him. Noah whimpered, arching into the touch, into the words. Adam’s fingers traced slow, idle circles over the thin fabric between his legs, keeping him right on the edge of something he couldn’t quite reach.
“Say it,” Adam whispered. “Tell me what you are.”
Noah’s throat was tight, his skin burning. His lips parted, and the words tumbled out before he could think to stop them.
“I’m your girl.”
Adam groaned, his hand gripping Noah’s thigh tighter, his cock twitching against Noah’s hip.
“Again,” Adam demanded, his voice rough.
Noah let his head fall back, lips parting around the words. “I’m your girl.”
Adam’s fingers pressed more firmly against him, still teasing but now with purpose. “That’s right. My beautiful, perfect girl.”
Noah whimpered, his thighs trembling. The pleasure was different this way—sharp and desperate, but so much deeper, so much heavier than it had ever been before. He wasn’t just aroused.
Adam’s grip tightened around Noah’s thighs, keeping him close, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. The plug filled, stretched, his body molded to Adam’s in the most intimate way possible. And yet, Adam wanted more.
Noah trembled beneath him, breath shallow, his lips parted as he let Adam guide him. His thighs had barely stopped shaking from the last time, his body still slick and warm, but Adam wasn’t done.
“You take me so well,” Adam murmured against his temple, voice thick with satisfaction. His hand smoothed over Noah’s waist, down to where his cock rested heavy between them. “So soft. So open for me.”
Noah whined, his fingers clutching at Adam’s arms.
Adam shifted, rolling his hips forward, pressing himself deeper, letting Noah feel all of him again. The way Noah gasped, the way his whole body responded, made Adam groan.
“You want me to fill you again, don’t you?” Adam whispered, dragging his lips along Noah’s jaw.
Noah nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes, please.”
Adam chuckled, slow and dark. “That’s right. You need it. You need me to put it inside you.”
Noah’s entire body tensed, shivering beneath him. Adam could feel how much he wanted it, how his body tightened around him, desperate for more. Adam reached for the plug and gently tugged. Noah yelped.
“I want to give you everything,” Adam continued, his hand finding Noah’s cheek, tilting his face up. Their eyes met, and Adam saw it—complete surrender, total trust, the sheer need written all over Noah’s face.
Adam pulled the plug out fast. Noah cried out.
“I want to give you my babies,” Adam said, his voice low, deliberate. “I want to fill you up, keep you full, keep you mine.”
Noah let out a shuddering breath, his thighs trembling. “Yes. Please, Adam—”
Adam didn’t wait. He pulled back, then thrust his large erect penis inside Noah, penetrating slow but deep, making sure Noah felt every inch, every movement. Adam was hypnotized by Noah’s smooth pink lips stretching as much as they could to take his big fat penis. But he took it. He was made for it.
Noah gasped, his hands flying up to clutch Adam’s shoulders, his head tilting back against the pillow. Adam took his time, savoring the way Noah’s body gave, how perfectly he took it. He leaned down, mouth brushing against Noah’s ear.
“You were made for this, weren’t you?”
Noah whimpered, unable to answer properly, too lost in the sensation of being claimed, taken. Adam grunted, moving faster, gripping Noah’s waist with both hands. “Say it.”
Noah barely managed to form the words, his voice wrecked and desperate. “I was made for this.”
“Made to take me.”
“Made to take you.”
Adam groaned, his thrusts turning rougher, chasing that inevitable end. “Made to be bred.”
Noah cried out, his body arching, pleasure rolling over him in waves.
Adam thrust deep one last time, holding himself there, shuddering as he spilled inside Noah again, filling him, making him his. He didn’t pull away right away. He stayed there, deep inside, his hand splayed over Noah’s stomach as if he could press his claim even further.
Noah was panting, his body slack, but Adam could still feel the way he trembled. The way his body held onto him, unwilling to let go. Adam kissed Noah’s forehead, then his cheek, then lower, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his throat.
“You’re perfect like this,” Adam murmured.
Noah exhaled softly, barely able to keep his eyes open. “I love it when you fill me.”
Adam smirked against his skin, pressing another kiss there. “Good.”
He shifted finally, pulling back just slightly. The loss made Noah whimper, his body clenching involuntarily, but Adam soothed him with a slow hand down his side.
“I don’t want you to lose any of it,” Adam said, reaching toward the nightstand.
Noah blinked, his mind still hazy, but he knew what was coming.
“Turn over for me,” Adam instructed gently.
Noah obeyed, moving slowly, settling on his stomach. Adam spread him gently, his hands warm and steady.
“You’re still so full,” Adam murmured, pressing a slow thumb against Noah’s slick, stretched hole. “Still open for me.”
Noah moaned at the touch, pushing back slightly, inviting more.
Adam chuckled. “Good girl.” Adam thumbed his sperm in Noah’s pussy. “Look at all my babies. You’re gonna make me a daddy.”
He laughed, then he took the plug, pressing the tip against Noah’s sensitive lips, working it in with slow, deliberate care. Noah gasped at the stretch, the way it held everything inside, kept Adam’s sperm where it belonged.
“There,” Adam said, satisfied as the plug settled into place. He ran his hands over Noah’s soft, flushed skin, smoothing over the curve of his hips, his waist. “Now you’ll stay full for me.”
Noah exhaled shakily, pressing his cheek into the pillow. “Always.”
Adam grinned, leaning down to kiss the small of his back, tracing the shape of the plug with his thumb.
“So pretty,” Adam murmured.
Noah blinked sleepily, his breath evening out. Adam smiled, running a slow hand down Noah’s spine, already thinking about what was next. He stayed there for a moment, watching Noah, his body soft and pliant beneath him, the faint rise and fall of his breath slowing.
He smoothed a hand down Noah’s back, over the swell of his hips, fingers tracing the plug now nestled where he had just been.
“Now you’ll stay full for me,” Adam murmured.
Noah whimpered softly, pressing his face into the pillow, his body adjusting to the plug, to the fullness, to everything Adam had given him.
But then, slowly, Noah stirred.
Without thinking, without hesitation, he turned, shifting onto his knees, his hands finding Adam’s thighs. He moved with instinct, his lips parting as he pressed closer, nuzzling against the soft skin of Adam’s hip.
Adam exhaled, watching as Noah trailed lower, his tongue flicking out, licking along the sensitive skin, cleaning him, savoring him.
“That’s my good girl,” Adam murmured, his fingers threading through Noah’s damp hair.
Noah’s tongue worked slow, deliberate, licking away every trace of what Adam had given him, ensuring there was nothing left behind.
Adam sighed, tilting his head back slightly, letting the sensation wash over him.
“So good for me,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along Noah’s cheek as he finished.
Noah pulled back slightly, lips parted, eyes dazed but filled with something warm, something completely surrendered.
Adam smirked, tilting his chin up. “You like the way I taste?”
Noah nodded, breathless. “I love it.”
Adam chuckled, running a slow hand down Noah’s jaw. “Good girl.”
Noah shuddered, his thighs pressing together. Adam leaned down, kissing him, slow and deep, tasting himself on Noah’s tongue, owning the moment completely. When he pulled back, he traced his thumb over Noah’s bottom lip, watching as Noah instinctively kissed it.
Adam smiled. “You’re perfect.” He pulled Noah close, pressing a kiss to his temple, already planning the next step in their journey together.
