Apartment 27

I stared at my phone. Still, it said “Master is calling”, but I couldn’t answer. I don’t know why. My mind was too busy thinking about what this meant; now he could contact me, now he could summon me. It was like a lord ringing for his butler, but so much more…

I thought for too long. Just as quickly as his picture appeared on my lock screen, it disappeared and turned into a “missed call” notification.

Damn! What do I do now? Do I wait for him to ring again? Do I call back and apologise? No. I put my phone away, and don’t give it a seconds thought.

If only I could. He had such a grasp on me, and now that stretched further than his apartment. It stretched everywhere.

The evening of pacing around my apartment slowly turned into a sleepless night of worry. I already knew this wasn’t a safe space – he had turned up at my door just this morning, and now he could get to me wherever I was. Is he tracking my phone too? Does he know what I’m doing right now somehow? No. Of course not. This is just paranoia. Or is it?

By the time the sun rose, I was still awake. I couldn’t bare it anymore. It was about 5am, and I left my apartment to go to uni. I wasn’t sure what I would do for four hours, but at least this way he couldn’t surprise me at my apartment. I was alone here, wandering around in the park, where he couldn’t find me. I was safe. Finally, I was able to calm down, and the joy of this peace put me to sleep.

I was woken up later, at around half eight by the rush of people crossing the park, all bustling busily on their way to work. I got up slowly, slightly dizzy on the rising, and flashed back into reality. Quickly! I had to rush off to uni – I couldn’t be late again.

I had completely forgotten about the paranoia, and I was glad of the work my professor set me. It acted as a good distraction, and I didn’t even notice all the vibrations emitted from my phone. When it came to lunch break, I saw the 13 texts he’d sent. The time away, however brief, had relieved me of any doubts, and when I saw what he’d sent me, I was properly turned on.

“cum and serve your master fag” was the first text, sent at around half seven. Then, ten minutes later, “NOW”, followed by “If u r not here in 5 I’ll have to punish u later”. After I didn’t turn up, they got more and more vicious. He started to describe what he would do to me, and then sent pictures. “im gonna beat you till you cry” and “ then im gonna fuck ur brains out you piece of shit” with images attached of his ginormous dick with the captions “eat me” or “want your ass” and on.

I could feel a tickling in my pants as my boner grew slowly and steadily against the chastity cage, longing to be released. There was nothing I could do, but reply to my master; “Punish me master, for I have disappointed you” was what I sent back.

Immediately he replied.

“u dont even no how sorry ur gonna be tonight.” It read. “go 2 the bathroom. Now.”

“why?” I asked curiously.

“Remember the rules. No hesitation.” He reminded me.

“Yes sir. I’ll go to the bathroom.” I did.

“turn on face time” he ordered.

“Yes sir.” I replied when I got to the toilet. I locked myself in a cubicle and turned on my camera.

He had done the same, and now we could see each other. Then the next command came. “Take off your clothes” he said.

I hesitated for a very brief moment, but not long enough for him to pick up on. Then I took off my jacket. Then my top.

He licked his lips and smiled right into his camera.

Then I pushed my pants down and my underwear went with them. Now I was exposed to him, and he could see my little cock on his phone.

“I want you to do some things for me now” he said in a calm tone, as if it was a request not a demand. I however knew I had no choice. “Show me your hole.”

I set my phone against the door lock, and bent over the toilet bowl, with my hole towards the camera, as instructed.

“Good boy. Now shove something up it.” He continued.

“What do you mean sir?” I asked somewhat bewildered.

“Take a pen or something, and push it up your crack” he explained.

I fumbled around in my jacket pockets and pulled out four pens. Slowly, I pressed on deep into my arse, and pushed it in and out slowly. I avoided any gasping, because I did not want anyone else who may have been in the bathroom knowing. The pen was different to anything else that’s been inside me. It was narrower, so much so that it was almost pointed. Every movement stabbed the inside of my butt, and the pain increased with time.

“Put another one in” he remarked when he noticed there were multiple pens in my jacket.

“Yes sir” I mumbled painfully with my head twisted around to see my phone. Then, leaving the first pen deep inside me, I picked up another, and held it behind me. To my surprise, it was easier, as it glided somewhat smoothly along the first pen, but I could feel the extra girth pressing my already weakened ass open further.

He chuckled, and I saw his hand move down towards his pants. His arm moved up and down, and he sighed in pleasure. He was sitting on a desk chair somewhere, which seemed odd as he went to uni too, but he was getting very comfortable. All of a sudden I saw another hand on the screen, followed by a body. To my greatest horror, he was with someone else, and they were watching me together. I jumped slightly, and the immediate pain of the pens stunned me.

“What’s the matter boy, did you see Jason?” he asked.

“Uhh… yes sir…” I replied.

I heard him say something to this Jason person. “…that’s Arnold, my slave…he’ll do anything I tell him to…”

Then the second guy leaned in shot and waved at me. “Hi Arnie, put another pen in!” he jokingly remarked. “I’m Jason.”

“But that’s ‘sir’ to you, faggot” my master quickly announced. “What you waiting for?”

“Yes sir… and sir…” I mumbled as I picked up the third pen and moved it towards my crack.

“Go on, put the last one in too.” My master said.

I picked up the final pen, and pushed both pens in simultaneously, one on either side. Now there were four pens stuck in my arse, and both my master and Jason laughed at me in a demeaning and degrading way.

“Even in a cage! You really have got a good one here mate. Anyway, we gotta go” Jason said to my Master.

“Oh I know,” he replied. Then he turned to me and said, “I’ll punish you properly later…”

Then my screen went black, and I was left alone.

I removed my pens, and wiped them down with some toilet paper. Then, I put my clothes back on, and popped the pens back in my jacket.

All through the next lessons, I was incredibly turned on by the pens, which earlier had been dirty sex toys, and were now, innocent writing instruments. Oh, how life can be unexpected.