Away Game

By KT Morrison

With his equipment safely locked away, Jonny Keen is working around the clock to finish his game so he can finally be free of the burden he and his wife have found themselves under.

Reza is always one step ahead, and he has many ways to raise the stakes and turn up the dial on Jonny’s suffering. Jonny makes his game while he is a tragic, powerless pawn in his masters’ arcade.

In any good game, there’s always the rules, and Jonny knows once a month he can find the release he needs, he just has to grit his teeth and hang tight.

But if he thought it would be easy he doesn’t know his landlord ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: KT Morrison
• Release date: Feb 21, 2019

KT Morrison

KT Morrison writes stories about women who fall in love with sexy men who aren't their husband, and loving relationships that go too far—couples who open a mysterious door, then struggle to get it closed as trouble pushes through the threshold.

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Lawyers And Shopping

Chapter One

On a rainy Monday morning, Reza drove them to the lawyer’s office, Charlie sitting in the front leather seat of Reza’s Mercedes sedan, Jonny alone in the back. She looked comfortable, he thought, while sitting in the back behind Reza, but of course she would—she and Reza had been out together a few times. The fact she’d been in Reza’s expensive car before—without him—turned his stomach over. He shifted in the seat, tugged at the seatbelt, then at the front of his khakis which had pulled taut over his wire chastity cage strapped around his genitals.

Another thing that was irritating him: the car’s expensive stereo system thumped and boomed a dumb, repetitive rap song. Something current and popular though Jonny couldn’t place it. It was irritating, with inane lyrics—something to do with going out to the club, something to do with dubs. Whatever that was. Shit some people do to rhyme.

The music was bad enough, but what was making him shift more and more in his seat was Charlie didn’t seem bothered by it. Not that Jonny was against rap music, it’s just that it had never appealed to Charlie before. She liked simple country songs. Not even the new country music, but older songs, like from the Grand Ole Opry, back when it was really ‘ole.’

He watched her from the backseat, even nodding her little chin along with the beat. Her ginger curls shaking, her eyes glancing around and out the windows as the wipers slip-slapped across the windshield. They were in the city center, and people bustled on the sidewalks in a hazy gray blur, cowering under their black umbrellas. Traffic was at a standstill, but they were almost there. Charlie had her hair pulled back from her face, wore a nice button-down collared shirt, a navy blazer, a wool skirt, and leggings with loafers. Reza wore a typical black suit with a black V-neck underneath. All Jonny had were his khaki pants, a button-down shirt, and a wool sweater that had begun pilling.

Reza hired his lawyer to handle Jonny’s company’s more thorough incorporation—he’d done it by himself online a few years ago—and notarize Reza’s small percentage ownership. The lawyer was on the 35th floor of the Empire Crest building. Solomon, Woolworth & Sickler were high-powered lawyers with offices that looked out east, with a grand view of the water.

Reza parked the car in the underground and they got out together without saying anything. The Mercedes chirped and flashed its lights as Reza set the alarm with his key fob while Jonny stood hidden behind the car shaking out one pant leg and trying to relieve a tight pinching against his scrotum. Reza and Charlie walked away together, and he trotted to catch up with them, hobbling along with one straight leg to stop the pinch from getting worse. He caught up with them at the doors of the glass and metal vestibule that led to the elevators.

The cage that sealed his genitals took some getting used to. At first it had been a breeze. Charlie locked the stainless cage on him and he felt the burden alleviated—all he could think about now was work. And that really was all he should be thinking about. Work should be his sole thought until he’d finished his game, made money, paid off Reza, and got his wife back.

It wasn’t so simple.

Reza got home later that night and climbed into bed with Charlie who was already sleeping. Jonny was working away at his workstation but watched in the cosmetic mirror on his desk what happened behind. Reza spooned behind Charlie, his hands caressing her under the sheets, and like a good and dutiful wife Charlie turned to face him, let him kiss at her neck and collar. When he was hard, he retrieved a condom from the side table, Charlie’s hand stroking his cock under the sheets.

It was too much.

Blood pumped between his legs, but instead of pleasure and excitement all he felt was discomfort. Intense discomfort. His cock hardened, pushed against his cage, swelling and shoving down on the ring that held it in place. It felt like his balls were going to pop off. He’d had to leave. Get out of the room. The urgency of his discomfort was paralleled by the angst of leaving Charlie and Reza alone together.

In the bathroom, he’d examined his confinement, standing by the vanity with his pants around his ankles. His penis had swelled against the wires, been indented by them, the whole cage pushed downward by his arousal but the ring that circled the base of his penis and scrotum had pulled his testicles tightly against the skin, making it gleam in the bathroom light. It was awful. He’d had to sit on the edge of the tub with his head down, elbows on knees, hands clamped over his ears so he wouldn’t hear any of Charlie’s sex sounds.

The paperwork was easier than he’d anticipated. They’d arrived at the law offices that served Reza, were given coffee by a polite young woman in a tight shirt and skirt. Didn’t even have time to finish it before they were ushered into the office of a pretty slick looking young guy named Solomon. He seemed to know Reza pretty well, and they clasped hands, shared a couple of knowing looks that made Jonny worried this lawyer knew of the ‘home’ arrangement. Knew that this guy in the shitty sweater’s wife spread her legs for Reza. Knew that this paperwork today was just one more cinch of the noose around Jonny’s neck. Did they laugh behind his back? Did Reza tell this young lawyer what a good lay this cute little redhead chick was?

Whatever. It didn’t matter. There was no way around this anymore, so he finished off his coffee, gave Charlie’s wrist a little squeeze and sat down in a low but very heavy wooden chair padded with leather that sat across from the lawyer’s desk. Solomon sat down as well, the expanse of the city out his wide window. Rain came down in sheets against the glass, and in between capricious gusts Jonny saw the gritty gray architecture revealed; in and out like the pulse of a heartbeat.

The paperwork was presented to him with a brief instruction, but mostly it was all laid out in colored tabs and he just had to follow along and fill his name in. Sheets upon sheets he glanced over to make sure he wasn’t signing over his firstborn somehow. You couldn’t trust Reza.

The language was pretty clear, and it didn’t take long before each of the little colored tabs sticking out the sides were completed. Signatures delivered on all the documents necessary. And that was it. Now whatever Jonny Keen’s video game company made, 5% of it would go into his landlord’s pocket. A few months ago that would really have stuck him hard. Right now he didn’t care. He might’ve talked tough over the 5% ownership when he was negotiating with Reza but the truth was he would do just about anything for this to be over. The drive he had inside, the things he knew how to do … he would never stop until he was successful. It was just a matter of time before he could pay Reza back. The sooner the better. So 5% of his company to Reza was really a bargain because it brought him closer to the time when Charlie’s heart would be his alone again. More accurately, her pussy—they always had each other’s hearts, it was her pussy he was currently denied.

Leaving the offices, nodding politely to the secretary who was back behind her desk, they then walked concrete halls to the elevator bank and he thought back to the evenings when life was good, before all this began. How his pretty wife would come home from her job at the library, he would be hard at work developing his game—this was of course back before he had defrauded the Chinese investors. But despite the badness he knew was at the core of his business back then those sure were wonderful times. If he could only get that back …

In the elevator the three of them stood together again. He shifted uncomfortably, his hand fumbled around at his thigh looking for Charlie’s. He found her warm little hand under the cuff of her jacket and he held her fingers and rubbed his thumb around her wedding ring.

He gave her a little smile and saw a gentle smile returned on her face, and he knew that signing those papers today was the right thing. Fuck pride. Fuck everything. He’d be nothing if he didn’t have this beautiful girl.

Reza leaned forward, big blunt finger pressing ‘C’ for Concourse.

Jonny bristled. Charlie sensed it, too. Something was up. She asked Reza, Where are we going?

It’s a surprise, Reza grumbled.

Charlie’s hand tensed on his, he felt her thumb squeeze against his knuckles.

On the concourse level they wandered the marble halls of a shopping mall. It was a late Monday morning and the early commute was over, but still it was packed. Below the Empire Crest building was a three-level shopping complex connected to four other sky-rises and two different subway stations. Reza led them to the first set of escalators and they headed deeper down together, him ahead of them as they lingered behind, and Jonny held Charlie’s hand protectively.

Charlie gave his hand a polite and gentle double-squeeze and he looked at her. She whispered, What do you think the surprise is?

Beats me, he said.

Charlie looked a little worried, and while she still held his hand he felt a certain clamminess in her grip now. She bounced a little on her toes, and he saw that she was chewing on her lower lip; her bright white canine gnawed the curled corner of her plump vermilion. Her head tracked from left to right, oscillating back-and-forth, eyes going up and down as she took in the mall. A little frown creased her brow. Her tenseness brought a frown of his own.

Everything with Reza was difficult. There was no way this surprise was going to be something fun. Sure, the man would present it that way, lower them into it slowly, then the ax would fall and reality would chop his head off. Hopefully not Charlie’s as well.

Charlie leaned close again, and she asked him, You don’t think there’s a store here that would sell those cages? She made a curt, surreptitious nod between his legs but he already knew what she meant.

I don’t think so, he told her. A store like that wouldn’t be in this upscale place.

His suspicious wife murmured, You never know … She shared some of her mother’s disdain for the big city.

You think he got my cage here? Jonny asked, wondering why she would care.

Eyes still glancing around, she leaned her head close to him, and whispered, No. I’m worried he’s going to try to get you a smaller one or something.

That gave him a little tap in the stomach. The cage he wore was already too small. How did she think he could wear a smaller one? He said, Smaller one? I barely fit into this one.

Now her lips pursed, and he saw she was thinking something.

What is it? he said to her.

Nothing.

He leaned close now, too, gave her hand a squeeze. Tell me what it is.

Charlie sighed, stalling. She began to speak then stopped. She started again: I don’t know, it can’t be true … She pulled away, like she didn’t want to say any more. Then she returned. He told me that that little cage you’re wearing will shrink your penis.

He startled at the thought. He said, That’s impossible.

I know, right? It sounded crazy. I thought he was just being a jerk. Teasing me …

He told you wearing a cage would shrink my penis?

Yeah. He said that denying you sex and making you wear a tight little cage will make your penis shrink.

That’s impossible, Charlie, he said, frowning.

Now it started to work around in his head, wondering if it wasn’t impossible that could happen. Could Reza shrink his penis if he kept introducing smaller and smaller cages? He shook his head, squinted his eyes—got those thoughts right out of his head.

He squeezed Charlie’s hand again, got close and said, Don’t worry, Charlie. That’s just crazy talk. He’s teasing you. But the fear was in him now that this trip to the shopping concourse would end up at some sort of weird BDSM store, and Charlie and Reza would pick out an even smaller cage to stuff his genitals inside.

Instead of some bondage shop, Reza stopped outside an upscale boutique at the far end of the concourse Jonny thought would be somewhere underneath the old Romeo-McMillan building. Instead of mannequins in leather corsets and circled whips on their hips, male ones with chastity cages, this elegant-looking shop had halogen lights spotlighting alabaster models wearing caftans, swimsuits, bikinis, and light summer dresses. Pretty hopeful given the grim weather outside this morning.

Jonny led Charlie to stand next to Reza while the other shoppers filed around them on either side. Reza gestured with his hand for them to enter, and Charlie asked him, What are we doing here?

Reza said, Would you please just go in?—we’re standing in the way out here.

Charlie said, Why are you so mad?

Reza shook his head, pinched the bridge of his nose. He said, "You’re so timid. You need to come out of your shell. I brought you to the shop, would