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Chapter 92 – The Club: Exhibition

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Oliver

Walking to the club is a massive exercise in self-control. Every step I take, the fabric of my jeans rubs against the steel locked around my dick.

The cage is unforgiving. When Kir bought it this morning, I thought the restriction was mostly a psychological game.

I was an idiot.

It’s a highly physical, incredibly annoying problem.

My cock keeps trying to swell, driven by the anticipation of tonight and the lingering sting in my ass, and the steel immediately bites back.

It forces me
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