Apartment 27

With my dick trapped in a cage I crawled quickly to the door where my clothes were. Every move was painful, as the cold metal contraption weighted my crotch down to the ground. I put on my pants immediately, and pulled only my jumper over my bear chest, and carrying my shoes and shirt I returned to my own apartment. It was smaller than his, 2 floors up, and seemed oddly unfamiliar. The past hour or two had changed me.

I could not sleep. I lay there, uncomfortably conscious of my penis, and its multiple doomed attempts at becoming hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about him; what he had done to me today, and what he would do to me tomorrow. It was clear that I had no choice but to return, but with this came the worrying realisation that I knew nothing about him, only where he lived and his age, and even this I did not know how I knew it. Once again, I was filled with a feeling a tremendous fear, but to my shock and horror, this too gave me the most painful attempt at wood I had ever experienced.

I must have fallen asleep eventually, as I remember awaking and not remembering exactly why I had a chastity cage locked to me. The memories flew back as I rose from my bed, and the padlock clinked against the cage as I stumbled towards the bathroom. Showered and dressed, I went out to work. It was a simple Sunday job in a local café, but I really could not concentrate on it. My shift ended at 4, but the closer I got to the apartment block, the more nauseous I felt. My body was clearly telling me not to go, but I kept on telling myself “I have no choice, my master controls me now.”

By a few minutes to five, I was sitting in the locker room of the Gym, wearing the same shorts and top I did yesterday. Precisely on time, he walked in. He looked around quickly, noticing that we were alone. From the other side of the room he commanded me to take my clothes off, “Have you already forgotten what I told you? I never want to see your clothes again you fucking whore!”

“I’m so sorry, sir!” I pled as I stood up, took my top off and pulled down my pants. I stepped out of them, and kicked them under the bench to my bag. He watched me, licking his lips.

He hesitated, staring at my unclad body thoroughly for a good few seconds. He chucked over a small brown parcel, addressed to a certain ‘Ryan Jackson’ – this was his name.

“Open it. It’s your uniform.”

“Yes sir.” I replied as I tore open the box. Inside, was a pair of black leather trunks, with a zipper going from front to back. I put them on, only just getting them over the cage, and it was obvious that he was pleased. The shape of the cage was quite visible through the shiny leather, and that’s how he liked it.

“Follow me” he said.

I did.

Into the gym we went, and all the heads turned to look. Never before had I been so humiliated in my life – everyone knew that I was his little bitch. He took me right to the middle of the gym, where the mats were and everyone could see. Here, he made me do a workout more intense than I could conceive existed, but he did it all so easily. After a while, I was in a state of utter exhaustion, sweating from every part of my body, with my new uniform slipping down me slowly. Every time I adjusted it, he spanked me viciously, and again, everyone looked.

Eventually, I collapsed on the mats, and now he made me follow him to his apartment. I was not allowed to walk, but had to crawl on all fours. In the lift, a horrified elderly couple stared at me as if I was some form of disgustingly dirty dog, and his neighbours only turned and closed their doors. When the terrible crawl of shame was over, the real action began.

“Come over here and lick my pits dry!”

“Yes sir!” I panted as he forced my head tightly under his arms. He tasted sweet, and smelt extremely manly. Entirely at his mercy, I licked, kissed and sucked both his armpits for what seemed like hours.

“Now clean my balls, you dirty little faggot!”

I didn’t even have time to reply, so quickly did he pull his pants down and shove my head on his crotch. With my nose, I dug in to reach his balls, and caressed them delicately with my tongue. By now my face was covered in his sticky, warm sweat, but he wasn’t finished. He pushed me down to the ground and knelt over me, pressing his ass into my mouth. His balls were now on top of my eyes. I buried by tongue deep into his crack, and I could feel his balls moving around over my closed eyes as he thrust his hand up and down ginormous cock.

The juice from his ass was heavenly; warm, sticky and manly. This was where I was meant to be, under a real man, servicing him as he pleased.

Soon, he stood up. “You’ve worked hard today. You’ve earned it.” And with that, he hauled me up, threw me over his desk and unzipped my trunks. He reached for a condom before me, it said ‘Extra Strong Ribbed’. This was a relief to me, but I didn’t have long to think, as that gigantic dick, that I had been wanting for years and worshipping since yesterday, entered my ass.

He moved slowly at first, but pushed harder and quicker as he got into it. I could feel the girth open my crack further than ever before, the ribs making the walls of my hole explode in pain and excitement. He also went deeper than I was prepared for. The head of his cock pushed so far into me I could feel it move things inside me.

“You like that?”

“Oh yes, sir. I love it”

He spanked me harder than the day before, and pulled my head backwards by my hair. I let out a faint cry, but he continued. As he drilled me unbelievably hard, he clutched me everywhere. Sometimes he pulled my shoulders towards him, sometimes he pushed them away. He often took my wrists and spread them around the table, pushing me far into the desk at my hips.

He and I both gasped in excitement, but that was not to happen again. Quickly, a gag was pressed into my mouth once more, but I could no longer reign it in. I screeched in painful thrill, but this only encouraged him to pick up the speed. My hole was beginning to hurt so much that I could no longer feel his cock.

All of a sudden, he pulled out, whipped off the condom and shoved his dick in my face. He clutched it, thrust his hand around it, and he erupted onto me. My eyes, mouth and hair were all covered in his beautiful hot juice. He leant back in his desk chair, and I turned to clean him up. As I did, he pulled on my nipples, watching as my pathetic little cock jumped around in its cage. He laughed at this, reminding me that only he had the key.

“Since you’re mine, I think it’s only fair to set out some rules…”

I looked up at him timidly, still licking his dick.

“…Number one, you do everything I say…”

I nodded.

“…Number two, you wear this uniform whenever I call for you; whether that’s in the gym, here, or anywhere else in the block…”

“Yes sir,” I mumbled.

“…Number three, you always follow these rules, and never answer back, Arnold…”

I drew back quickly. I was terrified. How the hell did he know my name?

He smiled sternly, and that was that. I really was his slave.