#natejo

They have a couple hours before the game; most of the guys will use it to nap, Jo knows. Nate, however, wastes no time in laying out a pillow and towel, directing Jo to strip and lay on his stomach next to Nate. 

“Uh…” Jo tries, pillowing his arms under his head. “Not that I’m complaining, but uh– what are we doing?” 

“We gotta make you cum before the game,” Nate says off handily, standing to grab something from his bag. 

“R-right…” Jo says, turning his head to watch as Nate comes back to the bed, bottle of lube and prostate massager in hand, along with another towel. “But… the cage?”

“What about the cage?” 

“Uh… Nate? I can’t cum with it on.” Jo maybe new to wearing a cock cage, but this much he is sure of. 

And yet – regardless of Jo’s confidence on the matter – Nate just snorts, spreading Jo’s cheeks and getting the toy in, turning it to a low pulse right off the bat. 

It makes him moan into his arms, his prostate swollen and sensitive from the torture of the previous day. Not that the toy cares, the pressure relentless as it pulses its own mechanical heartbeat, Jo’s breath hitching in time with it. 

His cock strains against the metal cage, already sore from where it presses against the metal bars. 

“Nate,” Jo says with a gasp, turning his head to talk to the other man. “I can’t– Nate– I can’t cum like this–” Jo bites himself off with another groan as Nate turns the pulsing up, Jo’s legs shaking as the massage does what it should; driving Jo to the brink of madness in its relentless pleasure. 

“Okay, baby,” Nate says dismissively, more or less ignoring Jo’s complaint. “Turn over, though,” he adds, patting at Jo’s hip. “I wanna see.” 

Jo shakes his head, unable to comply with the way his body trembles. It doesn’t seem like Nate is asking, shifting so that he can flip Jo himself, Jo landing on his back with the towel under him. 

The change shifts the toy ever so slightly off his prostate, Jo heaving a breath as he gets a slight break, legs falling open as they stop shaking. 

Nate, the asshole, is quick to notice, hand coming down in a harsh slap to Jo’s thigh before sliding back between his legs, adjusting the toy and clicking it up another notch. 

It makes Jo shout, eyes rolling back in his head as he thrashes, overwhelmed by the onslaught that has nowhere to go, cock still unable to get hard despite Jo’s best efforts. 

Nate is saying something, words washing over Jo without sticking as he tries to ride out the waves of pleasure being forced over him. 

He feels Nate reach down, thrusting the toy the barest amount, twitching it against Jo’s prostate. Jo wants to be hard. Wants to stroke his cock. Wants to cum; but can’t, can only take it as the waves mount, shaky breaths turning rapid as he feels the pressure build.

It feels like he’s on the edge, as impossible as it is, cock soft in it’s cage as the prostate massager mercilessly toys with him. He feels like he does when Nate edges him, so close to the brink, even if he knows he won’t actually get there. 

Nate grasps at his cock, stroking a thumb across his taught balls, soft coos as he encourages Jo to chase his pleasure to some unknown peak. 

Jo knows he’s going to cum as Nate forces the toy harder against his prostate with one hand, the other softly stroking at Jo’s cock – he just doesn’t know how. 

Not that ignorance will save him; not as he feels the pleasure crest, body locking as his cock kicks, the feeling of his orgasm unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. 

He dribbles cum onto his stomach as his hole clenches, the feeling quickly becoming too-much as he shouts, body going from locked and straining to shaking, hands flailing out for Nate, needing some form of comfort. 

Nate is quick to turn the toy off, pulling it from Jo in a smooth motion, eyes locked to Jo’s trembling form. Jo watches the way his blue eyes narrow in on the puddle near Jo’s navel, watery cum coating the cock cage from where it was forced out of Jo. 

 Nate reaches his hand out, dragging his fingers through the fluid. 

“Open your mouth, Jo,” Nate says, coating his fingers in Jo’s cum. 

Jo shakes his head, eyes watching the way his cum drips from the man's calloused fingers. 

“Open your mouth before I open it for you.” 

Jo does, watching in an almost detached way as Nate brings his fingers to Jo’s lips, the salty taste of his own cum coating his tongue. 

Nate fucks his fingers past Jo’s lips for a couple moments, pads of his fingers exploring Jo’s mouth, before he pulls them out, returning back to the puddle on Jo’s stomach to re-coat his fingers. 

Jo closes his mouth, trying to swallow the bitter taste down. 

“What did I just say?” Nate brings his hand back up, rubbing his fingers against Jo’s lip. 

He opens his mouth again, and again, and again, until all of his cum is gone, the salt of his own ejaculate mixing with the salt on Nate’s skin as the other man feeds it to him. 

Jo just thinks that it's hazing at first, the fact that no one will help him.

He's jumping around, kinda wiggling, trying to get his shirt back either on or off -- just something other than this over the head thing!

He feels someone come up behind him, tries to turn toward them, a,

"Hey, can you," on the tip of his tounge, only to be cut off as the person spins him, forcing him to face away from whoever it is and straight into-- someone else?

Someone who is grabbing his chest to stabilize him?

No, someone who just grabbing at his chest, thumbs rubbing his nipples?

The hand changes from groping to pinching, and yeah, no, Jo was right. One of his team mates is playing with his chest, pinching and tugging on his nipples until Jo is gasping with it.

"What-"

"-sh, drou, we're just playing," Nates voice comes in front of him, a harsh pinch making Jo arch in his bestfriend.