Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Safekeeping

Gabriel's startling discovery when he'd used his wife's laptop a few days ago put a bit of pressure on him, letting him do things he didn't usually enjoy doing. Voluntarily, he cleaned the living room and bathroom, went shopping, cooked in the evening, and tried to read every wish from her eyes. Samantha wasn't stupid and knew something was wrong, so she asked after dinner.

"Do you have a guilty conscience, or why are you the most presentable number-one husband?"

Shaking his head, Gabriel claimed he didn't know while the dishwasher was loaded.

That he had something on his mind was clear, but she didn't push her husband because sooner or later, he'd spit it out. They were very open about their sexuality, kept getting plenty of information online, interacting online with other people, and read a lot ... especially Samantha. Over and over, her nose stuck in different stories, and everything was sucked in greedily.

No wonder she knows so much. What she's tried so far with me ...

Gabriel chuckled at the thought. This knowledge impressed him immensely.

Until a few days ago, he found a folder on her computer concerning chastity. Not her chastity, but his.

"What the f––?!"

Granted, it ran hot and cold down his spine as the dark-blonde man opened a few of those stories and briefly scanned them. There were, in fact, men who volunteered for such a thing ... that means voluntarily shutting their cock –– forever.

Why?

For him, that made no sense.

Or did I think too loud in bed then, when I thought it would be easier in a chastity belt because it couldn't even get stiff?!

Could he imagine that? A definite no. Gabriel loved sex. For him, the most beautiful minor matter in the world.

Of course, he liked to be dominated by Sam and didn't mind if she denied him an orgasm from time to time, but this was another matter altogether.

Gabriel continues to deepen himself in the stories. Exhilarating ... no question, and there were also a few pictures of such chastity belts.

And it was unbelievable and a bit scary how many men there were doing that, partly also voluntarily. Gabe always thought it was an invention that existed only in the Middle Ages.

Although it was a kind of fascination, he closed the folder and then the laptop. Gabriel couldn't and didn't want to reconcile with the idea, so he silently tried everything to break her madness until the uncertainty became unbearable.

"Honey?"

Heart pounding, he sat next to her at the table, where she studied some recipes.

"Gabriel?"

Sam smiled, then frowned at his flustered and slightly startled expression.

"I was on your laptop," the older man sighed, lowering his eyes.

With a shrug, she looked at him briefly, was immediately engrossed in her work again, and gave him to understand that she had no secrets. After a few moments of silence, she looked questioningly into his eyes.

"Everything alright?"

"..."

"I'll just say it right now," he began, taking a deep breath. "Do you wanna lock me up?"

"..."

"What?"

She took a sip of coffee and set aside her notes.