Getting a taste of my own medicine

The look in his eyes was almost terrifying.

I had been a dominating top in his life for a few years now. When we met, at work, he always professed to be a top. I loved those guys. I would work my way into their lives and then flip their script, hard core. When I fucked these guys, I wasn’t gentle either. I would get off on hearing their pleas and begging for it to be gentler. I would degrade them and humiliate their wants and desires at the same time. Then, when I was done, I would simply walk out with a grin on my face and the shocked humiliating look on theirs. It was always very satisfying for me.

This was all, of course, before I had been reduced to a helpless sub by a sex club I would often visit to work out my more dominating aspects. They had had their fill of my bullshit and set up a punishment that would put me in my humbled place. What I couldn’t have ever foreseen was that this punishment would last longer than the time at the club. They had placed me in very tight chastity that kept my impressive cock locked tight. I had just taken the day off work and scrubbed the humiliating comments and images off my body and was trying hard to get used to this cage that was impossible for me to remove on my own. I knew the only way to get this taken off of me was to return to the club but the fear of that, mixed with having to continue working, has kept me from doing it quite yet. My balls are constantly sore, from the weight of the cage, as well as any slight enlargement of my cock sends me into a crotch grabbing groan. This thing has forced me to have to sit when I piss to avoid the frontal soaking that this small slit for my cock is allowed. I have also realized that I have to wear tight whitey tighties in order to relieve some of the strain on my balls as this cage encases both my cock and balls. It also makes my package much more pronounced, so hiding my situation is pretty hard.

Jon had just come in to my office and sensing I was a bit off, did what any humbled dog would do, he tried to comfort me. He was rubbing my shoulders when my cock began to rise causing me to groan and lean forward. He took this to mean I might want a blow job, something I had forced him to love in years past, and spun me around in my chair. Before I had a chance to stop him he grabbed at my cock and found my, all encompassing, cage.

The spell was broken. I saw it immediately. His eyes had changed the way he looked at me. The dog was now the master in an instant. They always say, “do unto others” and I was about to learn that lesson hard.

Jon grinned, “What the fuck is this on your cock?”

I didn’t know how to respond. I began to blush and the looked down immediately. The look of shame was almost too much for him.

“Well, I can assume you didn’t do this to yourself. You, the mighty top. You, who always took what you wanted with no regard to others! So, it seems you have been flipped yourself. HAHA so fucking pathetic! I always let you use me because you were so fucking cocky about it. The other guys you have fucked in this office have always shared our horror stories with each other, and because you were the boss we couldn’t really do anything about it. But wait till they hear about this!! HAHAHAHAHA!” Jon said.

“No man, please!” I begged. “You can’t tell people about this. This would ruin me and my reputation. But I have totally learned my lesson. I never should have treated you guys like this. But please don’t tell anyone. Please!”.

The smile he gave was a knowing one. I was caught. I had just been humbled by someone that I referred to as a dog. This medicine was getting harder and harder to swallow.

His entire demeanor towards me changed. He stood taller. His chest was proudly puffed out. His eyes sparkled in a way I haven’t seen since I first met him. And for the first time, I saw his cock begin to swell under his pants that told me I was in real trouble. He took a few steps back and admired me like a caught animal. The smile never left his face. My office was private and the door was shut. I was burning with humiliation. And I was helpless to stop it. Then after a moment that seemed to last years he said, “Show me.”.

I hesitated for an instant Then with a command that got him his position in our company to begin with, he pounced. “I said now bitch!” commanded Jon.

“Fuck man!” I pleaded. “If I show you, you have to swear not to tell anyone.”

He just kept looking at me. I knew I had no choice. I was so fucking pissed. So reluctantly I stood up. I tried to be tall and commanding. But how can you really be that confident when you are being dehumanized like this in your own office. I slowly undid my pants and they fell to the floor. He then laughed out loud noting the whitey tighties I was now helplessly wearing. My face flushed even more at this. I then pulled the front of my Hanes down and under the cage showing him this prison I was now forced into. He then sprang into action. He moved forward with force. He explored the device and yanked my briefs down showing that the cage was attached not only around my entire cock and balls but that it was attached to a waist band that kept it from coming off at all. Feeling his exploring hands all over me caused my cock to react involuntarily and I groaned a bit at the restriction. He just laughed a bit more with little, fuck man and I can’t believe you are so stupid to let someone do this to you, over and over. I pulled my briefs back up and put the pants back on. I had given him what he was looking for. Then he demanded that I explain how I got myself into this predicament. Reluctantly, I told him the entire story. I tried to make myself look as good as I could but it was clear he wasn’t buying any of that.

“So that’s why you were sick yesterday. You never take time off and so I knew it had to be something pretty sever, but when you came back to work today I had to find out what really went on.” Said Jon. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. I am going to fuck you. Not now, tonight. I have put up with so much shit from you, and clearly these men wanted you to learn a lesson. One that is a long time coming, man. You will be ready for me at your house at 8pm. And if you don’t do what I want, everyone is going to know.” And with that he walked out of my office without even letting me respond.

My head was spinning. My dog was now a master. He looked so victorious as he left and I was left sputtering like a bitch trying to plead with him to come back. For the rest of the work day my mind raced. I never saw him again, and dared not ask him to my office even if I had a question for him. I had lunch delivered to my office and stayed hidden for as much of the day as possible, avoiding all other personnel. When my work was accomplished, I almost ran out of the office hoping no one would stop me. I was in the parking garage and feeling good about how empty it was, I made my way to the car. Just as I was at my car and had the door open a bag was shoved over my head. I immediately began to fight back, but my arms were pulled behind my back with speed and precision. I instantly felt the handcuffs go on and in a quick instant my arms were useless. As I began to call for help a cloth was forced over my mouth and nose and I could smell chemicals. I knew I was done for the moment it hit me. In an instant I was out.

When I finally woke I was groggy. I went to rub my eyes and realized that I couldn’t move my arms and legs. I began to struggle but also couldn’t see. I tried to yell for help and found my mouth was gagged wide open. I could hear my moans for help as they traveled down the familiar tube. I was back at the club. The smells and feelings of before were washing over me. Panicked I began to struggle as laughs filled the room. Hands traveled my helpless body showcasing the restraints that covered my body leaving me immobile. I could hear the comments as men knocked on my helpless cage that remained in place. As my senses were now fully acute despite my helpless situation, I could feel that my ass was unusually full. Oh fuck, I thought, not again. And then the familiar hum was switched on. I would moan, why, stop, please, but all were left mottled by the gag and unrecognizable even to myself. I continued to breath fearing that at any moment my air hole would be replaced by something less desirable. Then my ass began to vibrate deep inside my guts. It varied at different speeds and intensities. But this time….my cock was still locked! As soon as the vibrations that seemed to know exactly where my prostate was, my cock began to spring to life. I moaned in pain as my cock was stopped from filling to its usual impressive mass. I groaned again and again as the assaults on my body continued. Then a speaker clicked on in the room. I could hear men moaning and groaning as sex filled the room. Suddenly, like a chorus, men began shouting, “I’m CUMMING!”. I knew what was next. The sound of the tube was changing. And just as it had happened before, my mouth was engulfed in cum. It was thick and creamy. I couldn’t get it down fast enough trying to avoid tasting it as much as possible. I would gag and sputter but to no avail. No drop would be wasted. Tears began to trickle from under my blindfold as I swallowed load after load. It felt like forever but soon the stream of cum had ceased allowing me to gulp much needed air into my lungs once again. The buzzing in my ass was relentless and my cock was in agony fighting the prison it was in. I moaned and thrashed to the jeers and mocking of the surrounding group. Then again, the cum came. I could taste the salty, bitter, and thickness of each load as it was forced into my helpless mouth. Then there was an all stop. Everything ceased.

Then after a moment I heard the sounds of men moaning and toilets flushing. Then came a new rush of fluid. Piss was being poured down towards my mouth. I was so thirsty from being knocked out and forced to swallow slimly loads, but there is nothing relieving for the drinker as warm foamy piss is forced down your throat. I had to gulp fast. I knew I wouldn’t get a full breath of fresh air till it was gone. So, I drank and drank the piss as it poured down my throat via the tube forced into my mouth. The butt plug then began to change tactics. It wasn’t vibrating anymore but began to move in an out. It was actually fucking my ass. Opening my hole up totally against my will. And of course, my cock was helpless and unfree. When I had finished drinking the piss I breathed relieved for a moment. There was a quick wash of clean water that shot down my tube and I drank it up eager for the relief of a pleasing fluid.

I wish there had been more. It was almost more torture as the taste of piss and cum hadn’t been washed out at all. In fact, it seemed to make the taste stronger. Turns out when you get a little bit of water after all those other fluids you get oddly used to the flavor. But the water quickly made my taste buds come alive and the taste and smell was now gagging me. I was so disgusted with myself. I had become a cum and piss gutter. I could hear the men still laughing and jeering at me through my gags. Hands continued to explore my body and tears were once again building in my eyes. How had I gotten to the this point of complete degradation?

The tube was quickly removed from my mouth. I knew better at this point than to yell back. I was clearly supposed to learn something and I didn’t want to do anything to upset these guys even more. I hoped that they would know they had made their point and I could finally find some freedom from this nightmare. Soon a gag was placed over my face and I the deep sleep that brought me back to this hell washed over me once again.

When I woke again I was so groggy. It felt like I had been on a bender and my head was spinning. Thankfully I was able to move my limbs once again. I began to stretch and get blood flowing through my body that felt so tense after all I had been through that day. I started to take notice of the room around me and I realized I was in my own bed. Without hesitation, I got myself up and went into the bathroom. I began to check my face and body in the mirror for any new marks. I didn’t see anything written on my body and began to breathe a sigh of relief. My heart then plunged. The chastity cage was still firmly in place. Sturdy, strong, heavy, and unyielding. I was so tired from the day but so frustrated! “FUCK!!!” I yelled. How long was this going to last. I was almost clawing my cage in desperation.

Then it happened. It was overwhelming. Slowly but unrelenting my cock began to swell. I was suddenly getting hornier and hornier. What the fuck was happening? Then like a lightning bolt it hit me. The water. They must have roofied the fucking water! I began to groan but my hard on was filling my, already tight, cock cage at an alarming speed. And it wasn’t going down. I was so fucking horny. I needed to grab my cock so fucking bad. But there was, literally, nothing I could do. It was agony! I went to lay in my bed when I noticed all my drawers open in my dressers. All my underwear was gone. I mean all of it. All that was left was tighty whities. Hanse and fruit of the loom briefs and all smalls. Written on the ass was all the things that had been all over my body. Slut, bitch, caught you, bottom slut…etc. etc. It was crazy! What the fuck had these guys done to me? And then the doorbell rang. I froze. I was only in my tightie whities and caught in this fucking cock cage. I was panicking! Who would be here at this hour. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 8pm sharp! OMG Jon, my business subordinate was at the door! I didn’t know what to do. If I ignored him he would tell everyone what he had seen. I couldn’t get it off. There would be no hiding from the other guys in the office. This was making me crazy! Then he began knocking.

“I will give you to the count of ten!” Jon yelled.

I was almost running in circles. I couldn’t find any pants. I couldn’t find any shirts. All I had was white fucking briefs with crazy shit written all over them! I ran into the hallway and saw my furniture was all moved. In the center of the room was a spank bench with restraints. WHAT THE FUCK!!!

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5” Jon counted.

I was hard as can be allowed inside my cage. I was left with no way to cover up. And now my living room was set up like some kind of fucking sex dungeon. I must be dreaming. I just kept thinking “I MUST BE FUCKING DREAMING!” as I walked to the door.

“4, 3, 2………, 1……….” Jon dragged the last numbers out like I was a boy in grade school.

I reluctantly unlocked the door and cracked it open peering through the crack at Jon in the door. As soon as he saw me he pushed through the door forcing me to take a few steps back. I stood before him in only some tight white Hanes briefs, clearly showing my cock cage through the thin white fabric. He took a quick look around wordlessly as I burned with humiliation trying to cover my body with my hands. I began to turn around when he laughed a full body laugh. I began to walk to my room to get a blanket at just cover my body. I needed to hide my shame.

“Oh no no no. Listen, you have called me dog for the last few years.” Jon said. “But just like your ass clearly says, you’re my bitch now!”

I froze. I stopped dead. I knew I would have to do what he says. As long as this fucking cage was on me I was totally helpless to his whims.

“Get on the fucking bench, bitch!” Jon commanded. “And, don’t you dare make me repeat myself.”

This might be the hardest pill to swallow yet!