The house fell silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Sohan dried the last droplets from his thighs, his skin flushed and sensitive, nipples hardening in the cool air. He dressed lightly—just a thin shirt and shorts, as per Ansh's earlier instructions—his mind racing with anticipation. The doorbell rang sharply, jolting him. He knew exactly what it was. Heart pounding, he hurried to the front door, peeking through the peephole before swinging it open.
A nondescript delivery man stood there, holding a plain brown parcel taped shut with no markings. 'Sign here,' the man grunted, thrusting a clipboard forward. Sohan's fingers trembled as he scrawled his name, snatching the package and slamming the door shut. The weight of it in his hands felt like a chain already tightening around him. He tore open his phone immediately, texting Ansh: Parcel arrived. Waiting for you. No response came, but that was fine—Ansh would see it when he checked.
Hours dragged by in agonizing wait. Sohan paced the living room, then the kitchen, his body buzzing with nervous energy. He stripped naked as the sun dipped low, folding his clothes neatly by the door. The cool floor against his bare feet grounded him, but his mind spun with visions of Ansh's return—the strong hands that would grip, command, own. When night finally cloaked the house, Sohan dropped to all fours beside the door, knees and palms pressing into the hardwood. His cock hung heavy between his legs, half-hard from the vulnerability of the position, ass slightly raised in silent offering. He stayed there, unmoving, breath shallow, every creak of the house amplifying his hyper-awareness.
The lock clicked open at last, and Ansh stepped inside, his presence filling the space like a storm. He paused, eyes locking onto Sohan immediately. A slow, satisfied smile curled his lips. 'Good boy,' Ansh murmured, his voice low and approving, sending a rush of heat through Sohan's core. Ansh kicked the door shut behind him, towering over the submissive form at his feet. He reached down, fingers threading through Sohan's hair, tugging just enough to make him arch. 'Missed this. Stay right there.'
Ansh vanished into the bedroom, the sound of rustling clothes echoing faintly. Sohan held his position, muscles quivering from the strain, pre-cum beading at his tip as he imagined what came next. Minutes later, Ansh returned, and Sohan's breath caught. Ansh wore only a pair of snug Calvin Klein underwear, the black fabric hugging his muscular thighs and bulging pouch, outlining the thick ridge of his cock. His chest was bare, defined abs flexing with each step, a light sheen of sweat from the day's heat making his skin glisten. He looked every inch the dominant force he was—watchful eyes scanning Sohan like prey, controlling the very air between them.
'Fetch the package,' Ansh ordered, voice firm, brooking no delay. Sohan scrambled forward on hands and knees, the parcel still sitting on the side table where he'd left it. He gripped it in his teeth as Ansh had trained him before, crawling back and placing it at Ansh's feet. Ansh chuckled darkly, crouching down to ruffle Sohan's hair again. 'Such an obedient little pet.' He straightened, tearing into the box with efficient movements, cardboard ripping under his strong hands.
Inside lay a sleek black case, unassuming at first glance. Ansh flipped it open, revealing the chastity device nestled in foam padding—a curved metal cage, cold and unyielding, with a ring to lock around the base of Sohan's cock and balls. The key dangled from a small chain, already looped around Ansh's finger. His eyes gleamed with possession as he lifted it out, the metal catching the low light. 'This is for you,' Ansh said, voice dripping with control. 'No more touching yourself without my say. Your cock belongs to me now—every twitch, every drop of cum.'
Sohan whimpered softly, still on all fours, his own arousal straining at the sight. Ansh stepped closer, the heat from his body radiating down. He hooked a finger under Sohan's chin, forcing his gaze up. 'On your back. Legs spread.' Sohan obeyed instantly, rolling onto the floor, knees falling open to expose his hardening cock and tight balls. Ansh knelt between them, the Calvin Klein fabric brushing Sohan's inner thigh as he worked. First, the ring—cold steel encircling the base, snugging up against his skin. Sohan gasped at the chill, hips bucking involuntarily.
'Hold still,' Ansh growled, his free hand pressing down on Sohan's hip, pinning him. The cage followed, sliding over Sohan's shaft, forcing it to bend slightly as it locked into place. The click of the tiny padlock echoed like a finality, the key now securely around Ansh's neck, nestling against his chest hair. Ansh tugged experimentally, watching Sohan squirm, the device trapping his erection in its merciless grip. 'Perfect. Now you're truly mine—caged and ready for the club.'
Ansh stood, pulling Sohan up by the arm, possessive grip bruising just enough to mark. 'Clean up the mess. Then we're going out. The cage stays on all night.' Sohan's body thrummed with a mix of frustration and thrill, the metal a constant reminder of Ansh's dominance as he nodded eagerly, ready to follow wherever his owner led.
Sohan rose unsteadily from the floor, the new weight of the chastity cage pulling at his groin with every shift. The metal bit into his skin just enough to remind him of his place—trapped, owned, denied. He gathered the scattered bits of packaging, his hands shaking as he stuffed them into a trash bin in the kitchen. Ansh watched from the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, the key glinting against his skin like a trophy. 'Hurry up,' Ansh said, his tone laced with impatience that made Sohan's caged cock strain futilely against its confines.
Sohan wiped down the side table with a cloth, bending over to reach the edges, fully aware of how his ass presented itself to Ansh's gaze. A low hum of approval came from behind him, followed by the slap of Ansh's palm against his cheek—firm, possessive, leaving a warm sting. 'Good view. But save it for the club.' Sohan straightened, face burning, and followed Ansh to the bedroom. Ansh pulled on dark jeans that hugged his thighs, the Calvin Klein underwear peeking above the waistband, then a fitted black shirt that strained across his shoulders. He tossed a pair of tight leather pants and a sheer mesh top at Sohan. 'Put these on. No underwear. Let everyone see how the cage bulges.'
Sohan's fingers fumbled with the zipper of the pants, the leather cool and slick against his thighs as he slid them up. The material clung to his legs like a second skin, the front pouch outlining the chastity device unmistakably—a small, humiliating lump where his cock should swell free. The mesh top whispered over his nipples, hardening them instantly in the fabric's tease. He glanced in the mirror, seeing the flush on his cheeks, the way his body screamed submission. Ansh stepped up behind him, hands gripping Sohan's hips, grinding his own hardening bulge against Sohan's ass. 'You look like my perfect slut. Ready to be shown off?'
'Yes, Sir,' Sohan whispered, voice breathy, pushing back instinctively. Ansh's laugh rumbled through his chest, one hand sliding up to pinch a nipple through the mesh. 'In the car. Now.' They left the house, the night air crisp against Sohan's exposed skin under the thin top. Ansh drove, his hand resting possessively on Sohan's thigh, fingers drumming close to the cage. The city lights blurred past as they headed to the club, tension coiling in Sohan's gut. Every bump in the road jostled the device, sending frustrating sparks through his denied shaft.
The club loomed on the edge of downtown—a throbbing den , its entrance marked by a discreet neon sign flickering in red. Ansh parked in the back lot, reserved for regulars, and led Sohan inside by the small of his back. The bouncer nodded at Ansh, eyes flicking over Sohan with knowing interest, but said nothing as they passed. Inside, bass-heavy music pulsed through the dim space, bodies writhing on the dance floor under strobing lights. Leather and latex scents mingled with sweat, the air thick with moans and the crack of whips from shadowed corners.
Ansh guided Sohan to the bar first, ordering a whiskey for himself and water for Sohan—no distractions tonight. 'Stay close,' he commanded, sipping his drink while scanning the crowd. Men and women in various states of undress mingled, some collared, others leashed. A group nearby eyed Sohan, whispering about the visible cage outline. Heat flooded his face, but Ansh's arm around his waist grounded him, a silent claim. 'They're jealous,' Ansh murmured into his ear, breath hot. 'They see what I own.'
After the drink, Ansh tugged Sohan toward the back rooms, where private booths lined the walls, some with glass panels for voyeurs. But Ansh bypassed them, heading deeper to the main play area—a raised platform ringed by seating, spotlights harsh on the central cage. It hung from chains in the ceiling, a steel enclosure barely big enough for one, bars spaced to allow hands and cocks through. The current occupant—a muscled sub on his knees—groaned as a dom fucked his mouth from outside, the crowd cheering.
Ansh's grip tightened. 'Your turn soon. But first, I want you warmed up.' He pushed Sohan against a padded bench nearby, bending him over it roughly. The leather pants stretched taut as Ansh unzipped them from behind, exposing Sohan's ass. Cool air hit his skin, followed by Ansh's palm cracking down—once, twice, leaving red handprints. Sohan yelped, pushing back for more, the cage swinging with each impact. 'Quiet,' Ansh growled, unzipping his own jeans. His thick cock sprang free, hard and veined, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Ansh spat into his hand, slicking himself before pressing the head against Sohan's hole. No lube, just raw possession—Sohan gasped as Ansh thrust in, stretching him wide in one brutal push. The burn made tears prick his eyes, but pleasure followed, Ansh's hips snapping forward, balls slapping against the cage. 'Feel that? Your ass takes me while your pathetic cock stays locked.' Ansh fucked him hard, one hand fisting Sohan's hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. The crowd around them thickened, eyes hungry, some stroking themselves through clothes.
Sohan's moans mixed with the music, body rocking with each deep plunge. Ansh's free hand reached around, rattling the cage tauntingly. 'No cumming for you. Only I decide.' He pounded faster, grunting, until he buried himself deep and unloaded—hot spurts filling Sohan's ass, dripping down his thighs as Ansh pulled out. Sohan trembled, empty and aching, the denied need twisting in his gut. Ansh zipped up, smacking Sohan's ass once more. 'Clean yourself up. Then into the cage.'
Sohan straightened shakily, wiping the cum from his legs with a nearby towel, pants still open. Ansh led him to the platform, the dom there finishing with a roar, unlocking the sub and dragging him away. The cage door creaked open, and Ansh shoved Sohan inside. He locked it with a padlock from his pocket—separate from the chastity key—leaving Sohan on his knees in the tight space, bars pressing into his skin. The leather pants stayed unzipped, ass on display, cage visible through the front.
Ansh stepped back, admiring his work as the spotlights hit. 'Showtime, pet. Let them use you.' The crowd surged closer, hands reaching through the bars—fingers pinching nipples, slapping thighs, one bold enough to tug at the cage. Sohan whimpered, body alight with exposure, Ansh's eyes locked on him from the edge, the key around his neck a promise of more control to come.
Sohan knelt in the cramped steel cage, the bars digging into his knees and shoulders, forcing his body into a tight curl. The spotlights burned hot on his exposed skin, sweat trickling down his back where the unzipped leather pants gaped open. His ass clenched around the remnants of Ansh's cum, a sticky warmth that leaked slowly onto the cage floor with every involuntary twitch. The chastity device hung heavy between his thighs, the curved metal pressing against his balls, trapping his cock in futile throbs of need. Hands from the crowd thrust through the gaps—rough fingers twisting his nipples until they swelled red and raw, palms slapping his thighs to leave pink welts, one insistent grip yanking at the cage's ring, making his shaft strain uselessly inside.
A bearded man in a harness leaned in close, his breath reeking of whiskey as he shoved two fingers past the bars and into Sohan's mouth. 'Suck,' the stranger growled, and Sohan obeyed, tongue swirling around the digits, hollowing his cheeks to draw them deeper. Saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with the drool from his parted lips. Another hand from behind probed his hole, smearing Ansh's load as lube, pushing in knuckle-deep to curl against his prostate. Sohan moaned around the fingers in his mouth, hips bucking despite the confinement, the cage rattling with his desperation. The crowd's murmurs swelled—'Look at that locked slut,' 'Bet he begs for release'—their words fueling the fire in his gut, but the metal barrier held firm, denying any friction.
Ansh stood at the platform's edge, his muscular frame silhouetted against the pulsing lights, arms folded as he surveyed the scene like a king overseeing his domain. The key on its chain nestled in the dip of his chest, catching glints from the strobes. His dark jeans bulged at the crotch, a fresh erection tenting the fabric from watching his property get manhandled. He didn't intervene, just nodded approval when a woman with spiked heels reached through to rake her nails down Sohan's back, drawing thin red lines that stung like fire. Sohan's eyes locked on Ansh's, pleading silently through the haze of overstimulation, but Ansh only smirked, sipping from a fresh whiskey glass he'd grabbed from a passing tray.
The assault stretched on, bodies rotating around the cage like predators at a feast. A thick-cocked dom unzipped and fed his length through the bars, the head bumping Sohan's lips. Sohan opened wide, taking the stranger's shaft down his throat in sloppy gulps, gagging as it hit the back of his mouth. The man gripped the bars for leverage, fucking Sohan's face with short, brutal thrusts, balls swinging against the metal. Cum from earlier trickled from Sohan's ass as another finger joined the first, scissoring him open, stretching the ring of muscle until it burned. His own denied cock leaked pre-cum inside the cage, the drops pooling uselessly, every jolt sending electric frustration up his spine.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was mere minutes in the club's fevered rhythm, Ansh raised a hand. 'Enough,' he barked, voice cutting through the din like a whip crack. The crowd grumbled but pulled back, hands withdrawing with lingering squeezes and slaps. The dom in Sohan's mouth pulled out with a wet pop, stroking himself to finish across Sohan's mesh-covered chest, ropes of hot seed soaking the sheer fabric and clinging to his skin. Sohan coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, body trembling from the edge of overload.
Ansh unlocked the cage door with deliberate slowness, the padlock clinking open. He hauled Sohan out by the arm, steadying him as legs wobbled like a newborn foal's. Cum dripped from Sohan's chin and chest, his leather pants sagging around his hips, ass clenching to hold in the mess inside. Ansh zipped him up roughly, the leather snapping against sensitized skin, then draped a thin jacket over his shoulders—barely covering the evidence of use. 'Time to go home, pet. You've been a good toy tonight.'
The drive back blurred in Sohan's exhausted haze, the city's neon streaks melting into one another. Ansh's hand stayed on his thigh again, thumb circling the cage's outline through the pants, a constant tease that kept Sohan's arousal simmering without release. They pulled into the driveway of their quiet suburban house, the contrast to the club's chaos jarring. Ansh killed the engine, turning to face Sohan in the dim interior light. 'Strip. Leave the cage on.'
Sohan complied in the passenger seat, peeling off the sticky mesh top and shimmying out of the leather pants, the cool night air raising goosebumps on his bare skin. Naked except for the metal prison at his groin, he followed Ansh inside, the front door clicking shut behind them. Ansh flicked on the kitchen light, pouring himself water while Sohan stood awkwardly, hands twitching at his sides. 'Kneel,' Ansh ordered, pointing to the tile floor. Sohan dropped, knees hitting the hard surface with a thud, eyes downcast as trained.
Ansh crouched in front of him, tilting Sohan's chin up with two fingers. His gaze was intense, possessive, the key swinging like a pendulum between them. 'You took it well tonight. The cage suits you—keeps that needy cock in check.' He traced the device's curve with a fingertip, making Sohan shiver. 'But this? This is just the start. Tomorrow, your real pet training begins. No more half-measures. You'll learn to crawl, beg, serve on command. I'll collar you proper, leash you through the house, train that hole to take whatever I give without question. You'll eat from my hand, sleep at my feet, and every denied ache will remind you who owns you.'
Sohan's breath hitched, a mix of fear and thrill flooding his veins. The words painted vivid pictures—Ansh's boot nudging him across the floor, commands barked in that deep timbre, the collar's weight a constant symbol. His caged cock twitched, straining against the unyielding metal, pre-cum beading at the tip's slit. 'Yes, Sir,' he whispered, voice hoarse from the night's abuse. 'I want it. All of it.'
Ansh's smile was predatory, standing and offering a hand to pull Sohan up. 'Bed. You'll sleep chained to the footboard tonight—ass up, plugged, thinking about tomorrow.' In the bedroom, Ansh selected a thick silicone plug from the nightstand drawer, its flared base gleaming. He bent Sohan over the bed, spreading his cheeks to expose the puffy, cum-slick hole. 'Push out,' Ansh commanded, pressing the tip against the entrance. Sohan relaxed, the plug breaching him inch by inch, filling the emptiness left by the club's fingers. It seated deep, the base nestling between his cheeks, pressure constant against his prostate.
Ansh locked a short chain from the cage's ring to the bedpost, limiting movement to a few feet. 'No touching. Dream of serving me.' He stripped to his Calvin Klein briefs, the fabric stretched over his semi-hard cock, and slid under the covers, leaving Sohan at the bed's end—exposed, plugged, caged, and utterly claimed. As Ansh's breathing evened into sleep, Sohan lay there in the dark, the weight of tomorrow's training coiling tight in his core, anticipation burning hotter than any denial.
