Ouch!

Narrated by Terry

I must have taken leave of my senses. What the FUCK had I been thinking of, letting Alec get me pussied up like he had?

Yes sure, the sex had been good. OK, more than good. The sex had been fucking amazing! I can’t ever remember cumming like that. Never, without using my cock to fuck, or cranking one out by hand. But I’d shot like the world was ending, no hands, no stimulation of any kind, just purely because I had a massive, fat cock up my arse, pummeling my prostate and turning my insides to jelly. Twice during the week, he'd made me shoot like that. 

Fuck.

I honestly understand why so many guys prefer the bottom role. I get it, OK? And I was so overawed by Alec that I didn’t even question that he was going to lock my cock away. Huh, I think I even found the idea exciting at the time. Well, so would you after the sex we had just experienced. I was still on a high, yeah? Or maybe too shagged to care.

Shaving all my body hair off was one thing, but this? Actually, being hairless was a bit of a turn-on, if I’m being honest. Alec said to do it, so I did it. No big deal. I mean, I man-scaped all the bushy bits usually, anyway, so it was just a bit more thorough. A lot of guys who are proper body builders did it. And once I’d got some proper hair removal cream for the stubble and fluff, it was easy. 

After I’d done it, I remember I’d stood in front of the mirror for a while, first in surprise at how different I looked, denuded of the fur...kind of adolescent but in a more muscular way, definitely hot, anyway...then I spent about ten minutes just admiring myself. Call me narcissistic if you want, but I knew I looked good. All the hard work training in the gym had really paid dividends. Without the hair, every muscle seemed to stand out more. Yeah, I looked good.

A few people at the gym had commented on the new smooth me. One or two of the girls thought it made me look too sculptured and “pretty boy", but said that they could get used to it. A couple of the guys, customers and colleagues alike, thought it looked cool. They didn’t know what was hiding under my shorts, though. The fucking cock-cage...what a device of torture! 

Weird, isn’t it? I thought that sucking Alec off would be the worst thing. Turns out, it was actually not that bad. I mean, yes, it was bad cos I’d never...you know...sucked anyone off before, but not as bad as I’d always thought it might be. I’m a top, they sucked me off, not the other way round. Yeah, sure, I’d licked Joe’s tiny dick and balls, but that was just to get him heated up a bit, not to make him cum. But I’d really tried to treat Alec's huge cock right. He was a total ALPHA male, you know? Hedeserved it. I couldn’t manage it all though, it was just too fucking long and wide and that fucking banana curve upwards...by the time his knob filled my mouth, all I could do was slurp on it and try not to suffocate. Or dislocate my jaw trying not to bite down on that giant lump of gristle.

But when he shoved it in my gob after I’d just cum...and the bloody massive great thing had just come out of my arse too!...and then he gushed enough spunk to drown a mammoth...Christ alive, how much spunk does he actually shoot, anyway?! There was loads of it. No matter how much I swallowed, he kept shooting more. Alec shoots for ages, but it went on for what seemed an eternity. I couldn’t choke the stuff down fast enough. It kept overflowing and leaking out of my mouth.

It had been thick and starchy, like custard mixed with some sort of laundry detergent or something. Not horrible, to be fair, and kind of a sweet/nutty/musky flavour, but definitely an acquired taste. I knew I could do it again though, no problem, if the circumstances were right. Don’t know why it’d taken me so many years, really. I’m bi, after all, and I like to think of myself as broad minded so, yeah, I’d do it again. For Alec.

Oh, and Alec had done something to my nips, too. Both times he'd fucked me, he had played with my nipples, tweaking them, sucking and nibbling on them. They were never that sensitive before but now I turned myself on when I pulled my fucking shirt on or off! I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do with nipples that look like bloody headlamps under my gym vest, huh? Use tape to flatten them down or what? I’d even noticed a few of the guys at the gym glancing at them. It's embarrassing, man!

But the cock-cage...OK, its discrete enough, and comfortable enough. But I can’t take a piss standing up and there is absolutely NO ROOM to even think about getting an erection! I’ve got a decent length after all, and it completely fills the cage. We had to use lubricant to squeeze my cock into it. Alec was insistent. I mean, he’d bought the bloody thing and I kind of went with it. Made it seem sexy, somehow, trying the different rods and rings to get a proper fit. And then...click, I’m locked up. Simple as that.

And then he fucks off for the weekend to shag Joe senseless!

So the cage was totally imprisoning my cock. No hunting for pussy, not even a wank. Nothing.

Look, I know that I’ve been off sex before. The spirit was willing but the flesh didn’t want to know at the time, yeah? But knowing that you are prevented from doing anything, just makes it worse. Hear what I’m saying? The libido goes into overdrive. You want to all the fucking time!

And I wanted a wank, knowing that Alec was having sensational sex with little Joe on the Saturday night, and no doubt reaming the kid a new arsehole with that monster cock of his, the prick. I didn’t know who I was most envious of – Joe or Alec.

All weekend, I was waking up a couple of times at night with my dick trying to expand and throw a boner. Then something would remind me of sex and I’d be trying to get hard in the day too, my cock wanting a handshake without having a hope in hell. It wasn't nice. But I was an adult, and therefore the master of my cock rather than a slave to it. I wasn’t like some horny adolescent, so I did my best to concentrate on other things.

* * *

On the Monday morning, when I knew that Alex was back from his weekend shag and would therefore be mellow and agreeable, I texted him.

Need to get this cage off now

I wasn’t expecting a fast reply as I was aware he would be working, but it came after ten minutes.

No

I sent him another straight away.

Really need to get it off!!

Another pause of several minutes.

What's the magic word?

How the fuck should I know what the magic fucking word is?

Please. SIR I texted, going for broke.

Another pause.

No

Followed a few seconds later by 

unless an emergency?

I toyed with the idea of making something up, but it was a kind of honesty thing I guess, so in the end I left it.

And spent another two days and nights feeling horny, and angry at Alec and his sodding power-trip mind-fuck. 

So I took my frustration out at the gym. And shaved everything I could access, then applied the hair removal cream, every day. 

Oh, fuck off! I liked how it looked, OK?

* * *

On the Wednesday afternoon, he texted.

Be at mine tonight. Remember what I told you last week.

I spent an hour in a dither, trying to remember what it was that he'd told me. Hairless and flush out. Right. He decides when the cage comes off? Yeah, that too, but I reckoned if he wanted me there, then that was a cert. So that meant I could cum. Four days without and on the fifth the world was made good. Hallelujah!

I could barely concentrate on the rest of the day, with the anticipation of it.

* * *

I did as he'd said he wanted me to. I’d stripped off as soon as I was in the door. It was kind of erotic, being naked, not even having the dubious protection of my body hair to hide under. Erotic, but a bit humiliating. Especially as he had trousers on. No shirt though. His bare, fur covered torso was fully on display, which only emphasised the difference between us now. Hairy dominance lording it over smooth submissiveness.

More than that, really. The cage made me feel somehow less than submissive, more like inadequate, as my cock was forced to remain soft – even though I was emotionally excited at the prospect of sex.

He asked me how I was.

“Fine, but I’m looking forward to getting the cage off so I can cum” I answered, rather meaningfully.

“Ah, you’ve built up a bit of a head of steam, have you?” he said. “Well, let's see what we can do about that, then".

Then he enfolded me in his arms and absolutely raped my mouth with his tongue, while running has massive hands over my back and down to my muscular glutes. He spent a while palming them, patting, squeezing and pulling them apart like they were melons he was testing for ripeness. He even tickled my hole with a fat fingertip as I gasped into his mouth.

His soft carpet of chest hair felt hugely erotic against my naked, smooth skin as he pressed against me. I had my arms around his back, or at least as much as I could, since he had pinned my elbows to my sides, and I was trying to cop a feel of his own backside. I couldn’t quite manage to, though.

It was passionate and dominant, what he was doing to me, and I felt myself kind of melt into him. I know that my heart was pounding and I was quietly moaning a bit as I felt the solid lump of his hidden erection poking my hip. 

When Alec let me go and padded upstairs, I bounced up after him, like some grateful puppy about to be taken for a walk. I watched, panting, as he removed his trousers and underwear to let his massive cock spring free. Dear God, but it was big! And then, I spent the next 45 minutes on my back. 

I know what you’re thinking, but no. This time, it was with my head hanging over the side of his bed, my hands cuffed and chained wide apart to the bed posts at the top and bottom. With, I might add, Alec's inhumanly big bollocks across the bridge of my nose and his horribly thick cockhead being crammed into my mouth...and then my throat.

Don’t ask me how, but I took it. Alec’s dick is shaped like a banana, curving upwards. With my head hanging down, my mouth and throat were pretty much a straight passageway. The position meant that Alec had an easily accessible tunnel to fuck. OK, I was still gagging to start with, but he kept going, patiently drawing his tool out, telling me to breathe, then pushing it back through the open maw of my gob, a little deeper each time. He kept telling me to open wide and breathe, forcing a little more in each time, past my tonsils and deeper into my throat. Until eventually my lips were pressed against his short and curlies. And I was going purple in the face with the effort and lack of air.

I was kind of pleased with myself. Does that sound weird? Pleased, that I had Alec's fucking huge cock in my throat? Well, whatever, but I was proud that I’d proved I was man enough to take it. To have my throat fucked to the extent that I was coughing up thick gobs of phlegm, like my throat was cumming or something. It had coated his thick length and soaked his profuse bush, dripped from his huge bollocks, and then dribbled down my forehead and into my hair. My HAIR was sticky with my own phlegm!

But it wasn’t easy, man. It hurt, having his huge knob being driven into my throat. I could feel it forcing my gullet wider and somewhere in the back of my brain I knew that I’d sound like a sixty a day smoker in the morning. My eyes watered and my nose was running, and my throat felt raw.

But it was horny, having Alec's chunky, hairy torso leaning over me, his bloody big fingers teasing and pinching my aching nipples. They were the only things he was playing with though. 

The fucking cock-cage never came off at all.

Oh sure, Alec came. Although I guess he'd emptied the tanks pretty well with Joe three days previously, he still gushed more spunk into my belly than I could ever hope to shoot. 

Alec was huffing and growling like a bear. I could feel his cock pulsating in my throat when he started losing it, and I could tell that his cream was shooting in thick spurts straight down into my stomach. But he pulled back mid-orgasm and emptied the rest in my mouth. Although, it was more than a mouthful. I was swallowing around his knob but his cum was bubbling out around his cock which I was trying (unsuccessfully, as it turned out) to clamp my lips around. It dribbled down across my face. I could feel it ooze across my cheek, past my squeezed closed eyes and into my hairline, where it mixed with my phlegm – and as I found out later, practically solidified into some sort of congealed, rubbery mess that was a bastard to get out.

Yeah, Alec came, all right. But me? Not a hope. Tingling nipples, a sore throat and some starchy, spunk-tasting burps were all I got. 

Oh, except Alec checked that the cage was secure (and wasn't causing chafing), bounced my balls around on his palms a bit like he was weighing them for content or something, patted me on the head, smirked at me and sent me home. 

And that was when I remembered what else he'd told me – don't expect to cum everytime.

Continued in Part 8