Captured Swimmer

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This chapter was a pain to write and edit. I didn't know which perspective to write from. I sincerely hope that the end result is still good.

It’s been two weeks since the party. After those boys made me cum until my balls were empty, I didn’t feel aroused for two days after. But I couldn’t stay like that forever. Two days later, my cock began expanding inside its cage again. But once again, the cage constricted my cock from expanding.

Every morning, I had to send Coach Leo a picture of my caged cock. And every night, I would lay awake in bed while my cock struggled to escape its prison.

At least it was the summer holiday.  

My only relief was the gym and the pool. Every day, I would train at the gym and pool to keep my body tired. The cold water would soothe my locked cock and balls. It relieved my cage of its tightness.

But it wasn’t long before my cock stirred again. Even after two days, my cock began to press up against its cage at night. After a week, the cage was insufferable.

Before I know it, I’m sitting in the front seat of Coach Leo’s sports car again, sore from my workout, wearing nothing but my practice speedos.

I drive along the street, stealing glances at the speedo-clad Caleb sitting in the passenger seat.

“Enjoying your summer break?" I grin.

''Are you going to take this cage off me?” Caleb asks.

"Aren't we feisty today.” I sneer. “Feeling frustrated?"

''This isn't funny. Are you going to make your fucking students torture me again?''

"Oh? I thought you wanted to cum today. Was I wrong? I could unlock you some other time… "

Caleb’s eyes widen. ''No.... Just, take this off... Please…”

"Are you sure?” I sneer. “I could wait another two weeks..."

“N-no. It’s fine.” He mutters.

I grin as I watch Caleb tense up in his seat. "You're lucky the pool and change room was almost empty today." I smirk as I hold out his cock ring’s remote.

Caleb looks at the remote before turning his head to look out the window.

I place my hand on his thigh and massage the tense muscle. "You've been working out hard lately." I grin.

''It’s the only thing I can keep doing normally.” Caleb mumbles.

My hand glides upwards towards his speedo. I cup the front of his speedos in my hand and find what I'm looking for. The feeling of hard plastic underneath the material. I give the plastic a tap with my knuckle.

"Still as secure as Day One!" I smile.

There are more cars on the road today. I make sure to keep the hood of my convertible down.  

Caleb’s athletic body catches the eyes other drivers. From the outside, Caleb looks like he’s naked! One driver even whistles at Caleb.

I watch as Caleb tries to shrink into the seat. But with the hood down, there’s nowhere for him to hide. I place my fingers under his thigh, and massage the toned muscle.

Soon, we arrive. We enter through the gated driveway. The gates creak as they close behind us.  We drive along the winding driveway until we reach the house. I glance towards Caleb, who sits stiff in his seat.

I walk towards the front door. “You coming in boy? Or should I string you up at the front door this time?" I smile.

Caleb gets out of the car, and stands barefoot on my driveway, with only his speedo to shield his modesty. I slide behind him and place my hands on his bare shoulders. I lean into his ear and whisper. "Keep your chest out boy. You'll want to look good tonight.” I nudge the nervous boy through the doorway.

The foyer looks even better during the day. Tall pillars sprout from the marble floor.

I guide Caleb to the center of the circular room. "Stand here." I command.

Caleb scowls. But he eventually steps into the centre of the room.

I take a moment to scan his body. "You can make this go by quickly, or…”  I take out the remote and hold it in my hand. “…you can struggle. Which would you prefer?" I smirk.

''Whichever one lets me cum.'' Caleb scoffed.

I set the remote to a low vibration. Just barely a tickle.

“Ahh…” Caleb moans.

“I don’t like your sass, boy. Stand up straight. Keep your chest out, and face forward." I command

And Caleb has no choice but to obey.

I pace a slow circle around him, scanning every muscle. His muscles looked even more luscious than before!

I notice some short, dark hairs sprouting from the center of his chest. I frown. "Take off your speedo and place it on that side table." I tell him.

And Caleb obeys.

In shame, Caden covers his crotch with his hands. It's a natural reaction from boys in the presence of men. But it amuses me and riles me up every time. “Place your hands behind your head boy." I say.

Caleb blushes. “Can you take off this cage now?”

*Bzzzt*

“Ohhhh!!” Caleb moans as his cockring vibrates again.

I watch as Caleb’s body doubles over in pain and pleasure. He’ll learn eventually.

''Aahhggg... okay... okay...'' And Caleb places his hands behind his head.

“Good boy.” And I stop the vibration. My left hand pushes against the small of his back, right at the base of his spine. Meanwhile, my right hand glides down the center of his torso. My fingers trace the ridges of his defined abs, past his belly button, until they rest on his pubic area. Small sprouts of hair speckle his body.

“Boy…” I sigh. “Three weeks ago, I shaved you completely smooth. I’m sure you remember that, right?”

Caleb’s face flashes. “How could I forget?”

I pluck at the short hairs sprouting from his armpits and pubic area.

“Sss… Ahh…” Caleb hisses.

“You’d think that a swimmer would know to shave himself.” I shake my head disapprovingly. “Maybe we should book you into the basement again…”

Caleb’s eyes widen. “P-please! Not the basement again!”

*BZZZZZZZZZZZTTTT*

“Ahh!! Please!” Caleb moans as his cock ring sends a sharp jolt through his cock and balls.

Before Caleb can react, I cuff his wrists in front of him.

I call up the stairs. "Sean! Come down here!"

Sean walks down the stairs wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt. “Yes, Sir?”

"Take this boy upstairs and shave him down." I slide the remote and keys into Sean’s left pocket. "Make sure he doesn’t cum yet." I grin.

Sean grins. He grabs Caleb by his cuffed hands. “Come with me, boy.” And he leads Caleb up the spiral staircase.

I’m not how to interpret Sean. I had seen him at swim meets before. We went to different schools, so we didn’t see each other often, but I’d always recognize him and his tiny orange speedos.

He looked unrecognizable in street clothes. Even at the last party, he only wore a tight speedo.

Wordlessly, I follow Sean as he leads my cuffed hands up the stairs. Even through his tight t-shirt, his back flares out in a V-shape. I can’t help but notice how tightly his jeans hug his ass and thighs.

I remembered how he offered me food at that party. His mouth felt amazing on my cock – Fuck! My cock hardened inside my cage again. I could feel it grow uncomfortably tight. But what was I supposed to do? Talk to him?

“Uhhh… Hey…” I said. God, this was awkward.

He glanced behind him and smiled back. “Hey.” He smirked.

“I uhh… I’ve seen you around.” I stutter. “You’ve got a nice butterfly form.”

“Ahh… so you’ve noticed?” he grinned.

“Uhh…” I stutter. Was he trying to make it awkward?

Sean grinned back at me. “You’ve never hung out with a boy your age before, eh?”

I snort. “Most boys our age don’t handcuff each other naked.”

“We’re swimmers. We see each other naked all the time.”

“We see each other in speedos all the time.” I corrected.

He smirked. “There’s not much difference...” He glanced downwards. “...or much clothing.”

I felt my face blush. Instinctively, my cuffed hands flew to my caged cock.

Sean laughed. “We’re a bit past being modest, aren’t we?

He sauntered up behind me and pressed his chest into my back. He reached around my torso and placed his hands on my chest. His fingertip traced circles around my nipples.

“Ahh…” A moan escaped my lips as he kissed the back of my neck. My whole body burned. My cock expanded in my cage again. I felt my own precum leak out onto my hand.

He grinned as he kissed the side of my neck. “Let’s get you ready.”

He unwrapped his arms from my torso. “Follow me.”

Sean leads me to the master bathroom. White tile covers the room. A glass shower stall sits in one corner. A bathtub in the other. A floor to ceiling mirrors hang on two of the walls.

Before I can ask Sean, he begins stripping.

I watch as Sean grabs the bottom of his t-shirt, and pulls it over his head, revealing his torso. His wide shoulders and bulging pectorals taper down to his sturdy abdomen and slim waist. His herculean torso was made for butterfly sprints.

I’ve seen Sean numerous times in a speedo, but I’ve never given him a second glance. And yet today, I can’t help but stare at the Greek god as he strips in front of me.

He catches me watching and smirks. “Sizing me up?” He asks.

I turn away. I feel my face getting hot.

He strolls up to me and places a hand on my stomach, tracing my abs with his fingers. “I like the attention,” he whispers, “especially from you.”

He leans into me, and kisses me on the cheek, down the side of my neck. I’m reminded of how sensitive my skin is. I tingle from every inch of my body.

I watch as Sean’s hands reach down to the waistband of his jeans… I hold my breath in anticipation. He unbuttons his jeans, and unzips his fly. In a single motion, he drops his pants to the ground.

My eyes widen. Out pops Sean’s enormous cock! Rock hard and dripping with precum! I couldn’t help but stare. How on earth did he manage to fit that cannon in his speedo?

Sean grinned. “Like what you see, boy?”

I feel my face get redder still.

Sean laughs. “You’re very easy to read.”

He slides behind me and caresses my shoulders. Slowly, he massages my muscles. God that feels good. Sean had magical hands. I felt all my tension melt away. I felt his hard cock poke me in the back.

“Sean I… I haven’t… I… I’m straight.” I stutter.

Sean isn’t convinced. "Mhmm. That's why you were rock hard the whole time right?"

“That’s not fair. You guys were touching my body too.”

“How many times did you cum again? Nine? Ten times?”

“I-I just hadn’t cum in a while...”

"You could just admit that my mouth feels amazing." He grins.

I’m silent. In truth, I wasn’t really thinking much in that moment. I was so desperate to cum that I did anything.

Sean places his hands on my hips, and spins me around. "Get in the shower boy." He grins.

It’s time. After Caleb enters the shower stall, I follow after him, leaving my clothes in a pile outside.

I gesture to the ceiling of the shower stall. A small metal hook comes out of the ceiling.

I smile. "Seem familiar boy?" I gesture up at the ceiling, where a small metal hook is attached.

I hook the chain of his handcuffs to the ceiling, stretching Caleb’s arms high above his head.

I take the key and unlock Caleb’s cock cage. Gently, I unsheathe his cock from the studded plastic tube.

“Ohh….” Caleb gasps.

"Does that feel better?" I smirk.

''Y-yeah…'' he whispers.

I press a button on the remote and send a low vibration to his cock ring. Just enough to keep him on edge.

“Aahhh...” And he begins to harden.

“Beautiful.” I turn off the vibration and detach the cockring. I hold his heavy balls with one hand, and his shaft with the other.

"How does that feel stud?" I smile.

“Aahhh… Ohhh….” Caleb pants.

"Whoops. Too much." I smile. "Dad told me specifically not to let you cum yet."

''You two are fucking sick.'' Caleb gasps. His cock pulses.

I pull Caleb’s bound body close. I press our chests together. I let our throbbing touch.

"Remember,” I sneer, “it's all about what we want." I tap our cocks with my finger, and they bounce in unison.

''Aahhh... P-please let me cum.'' Caleb moans.

But we both know that won’t be happening any time soon.

I start the shower. Water falls onto Caleb's head like warm rain. Streams of water flow around his toned abs like rivers through a canyon.

I lather Caleb’s body, covering his arms with white foamy soap bubbles, squeezing each bicep, lathering his armpits…

I pull out a razor. "You probably want to hold still." I say.

Caleb nods. “Just don’t cut me.”

I drag the razor over his armpits, shearing his short hair. His armpits become soft and smooth.

I lather the center of Caleb’s chest, pausing to massage his pec muscles. A gasp escapes Caleb’s lips.

I grin. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Caleb flushes. “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

My fingers trace small circles around his nipples. I place my fingertips on the nubs of his nipples and vibrate them.

“Ohh… Fuck…” Caleb’s breath hitches as he moans. His chest heaves as electric bliss radiates from his sensitive nipples.

That’s all I need to hear.

I drag the razor blade across the center of his chest. Then I shave each pectoral, skirting around his delicate nipples.

Just for fun, I rest my face in between his pec muscles. My forehead touches his sternum. I inhale his scent. Soap, chlorine, and musk fill the air.

I slide down to his abs and lather them with soap. I trace the ridge of every ab with my fingertips. I shave his treasure trail, all the way down to his pelvis. I watch as Caleb’s cock throbs in anticipation. I give his cockhead a light tap...

“Nghhh…” He gasps. “Sean, I’m close.”

"I'll save the best for last then." I grin.

I move to his legs, lathering them, and massaging his muscled thighs and calves. I glide the razor blade down his legs. Soon, his thighs and calves are silky smooth once more. His hairless muscles looked chiseled to perfection.

I glance down at Caleb’s throbbing cock. It’s time.

I take my lathered hand and lay my palm open. Starting from his balls, I cover them with foam from my lathered hand. Slowly, I work up to his shaft, making sure to only stroke upwards.

I hear Caleb suck in a breath. He holds on with every muscle in his body.

With his cock and balls lathered, I begin shaving. I only drag the razor from the base of his cock to the tip. No matter how many times I do this, he can’t cum. Finally, Caleb is completely smooth. He’s as hairless as a prepubescent boy.

I smile. "You know, your cock looks so much bigger when there's no hair around it."

Caleb blushes. “Shut up.”

I cradle his cock in my right hand and stroke upwards until my hand brushes past his cockhead.

“Ngh…. Ahh…” Caleb gasps.

I immediately hold his cock in my left hand and stroke upwards again. My endless tunnel hand job keeps Caleb on the very edge of cumming. Caleb didn’t stand a chance.

 “P-please… Let me cum…” Caleb begs.

I continue edging his rock hard cock. "Maybe once I'm done shaving you."

“Nghh… Come on man…” Caleb’s cock drips with clear strings of precum.

"Don’t worry. This is the last spot."  I shift behind him and give his right butt cheek a slap.

“Nghh… W-what are you doing?” Caleb asks.

"I saved the best for last boy." I whisper in his ear.

I lather my hand, covering it with foam. I cup Caleb’s buttocks in my hands. Each perky globe of muscle stands out from his hips like bread dough. I massage them in my hands.

Slowly, my fingers work their way towards his crevice…

Caleb gasps. “Ahh! S-stop!” He begins to struggle against the cuffs. He squirms as my fingers tease the edge of his hole.

I edge Caleb’s cock again.

“Ahhh...” he moans.

“I could just edge you like this all night.” I smile. “Does that sound good to you?”

With one lathered hand, I start at the top of his crack, right at the small of his back. With my fingers, I trace a line down between his globes

“Ahh… Just leave my ass, come on dude.''

I give his ass cheek a light tap. The globe of muscle bounces like a dodgeball.

''Ssss… Ahh…'' He struggles against his chains.

"Have you ever had your ass shaven before boy?" My fingers continue their journey downwards.

''NO!''

He desperately tries to close his legs. But I wedge myself between his legs, forcing them open.

I smile. "So I get to be your first huh?" My fingers continue exploring his asscrack until they reach the center. “Let’s see that fresh rosebud of yours…” My fingers trace a circle around his asshole.

His body shakes as he tries to move his hips, but his legs are pinned.

I smile. "I won't do that to you yet." I smile. "I have to finish you up pretty soon. I'll save that for later." I blow a puff of air on the side of his neck.

My fingers move away from his asshole and continue down his ass crack, stopping right behind his balls.

My fingers lather the hair between his cheeks. Using one hand to spread his cheeks apart, I drag the razor across his skin, first on one cheek, then on the other.

I’m remove every hair, taking care not to cut anything. After a few tries, and several rinses of the razor, the razor comes out clean.

“Let me check..." With one hand on each cheek, I spread them out as far as I can. What was once a forest of hair is now as smooth as the rest of his body. In the center, his pink asshole stands out against the white background.

"Perfect" I smile. I let go of his ass cheeks and release his legs. I press my chest against his back and place my hands on his hips, my hard cock slithering into his ass crack.

I whisper into his ear. "How does that feel?"

Caleb struggles to move his body side to side. ''Get your hands off from me.''

My hands slide towards his hairless pelvis. One hand holds his heavy balls. The other traces circles around his cockhead.

"You sure about that stud?" I whisper.

Caleb gasps. “Please… stop this…”

"If you insist."

*SMACK*

I slap his raging hard cock downwards.

''AAGH!! Crazy fucker!!''

I take the handheld shower head, and spray cold water directly at his crotch.

''Aaaagghhhh!! STOP IT!''

The cold water shocks his cock soft. His cock loses its hardness and shrivels. Turning it back to warm water, I rinse away all the foam from his body. His hairless body glistens from the water. Every muscle drips with chiseled perfection.

I run a finger over his abs. His skin squeaks like rubber.

"You are one-hundred percent squeaky clean!" I smile. "At least.... your skin is…"

Taking a towel, I wipe him down until Caleb is completely dry. I run the towel across his chest and torso, his back and thighs, and even in his ass crack.

Caleb grimaces. ''You are a twisted fucker.''

I smile. "I'm just honest about what I want. It's something that you aren't."

I grab the black cock ring. I turn back towards his crotch and smile.

Caleb’s eyes widen. ''Dude… Please, no…”

I glance at his cock. "Why the semi then stud?" I smile

Despite the cold water on his cock, Caleb’s cock was slowly growing once again.

I grin. "Your body knows what it wants. You just need to listen to it."

“Why don’t you jerk me off then?!”

I smile. "I'll reserve your offer for later tonight."

I attach the cock ring to the base of his cock. I send a low vibration to his cock ring.

''Aahh…'' He moans as he gets harder.

While he's distracted by the cock ring, I unhook the chain of his handcuffs from the ceiling. I undo one of the cuffs and reattach them behind his back. With his hands cuffed behind his back, he still can’t reach his cock.

"Feeling better after your shower?" I grin.

Caleb looks around desperately.

“Were you trying to escape?”

“N-no…” stutters Caleb.

“Good. Because even if you got through the front door, where were you planning on running like that?” I gesture to his handcuffed and naked body.

“So what now? Are you going to make me cum? Or are you going to lock me back up again?”

I grin. With one hand on his handcuffs, and the other on his shoulder, I push him towards the back door. The sun is setting, and it will be evening soon.

"You'll see what we have in store for you tonight...."

To Be Continued.........