Growing Pains

The summer was becoming fun. Scott was living with his boyfriend Tommy in their one-bedroom apartment in some Midwestern college town. Both of them were college students, and Scott had stumbled on a hot new game to keep their relationship exciting and fresh.

They had been together for close to nine years. They had met in high school wrestling and bonded over having to drop out due to getting a little bit too excited during the matches. No teenage wrestler was a stranger to involuntary erections, but when the coach kept ending the matches prematurely and telling them to take a cold shower, it became a good idea to throw in the towel.

When you're too young and dumb to realize that you're gay, life has a way of pointing it out to you. Scott took the hint pretty fast, whereas it took Tommy three more weeks to accept that he was never going to be the wrestler that his father wanted him to be.

It wasn't fair, but Scott became a pretty decent consolation prize for Tommy. Who needed high school wrestling when you could wrestle with your newfound best friend in bed instead? The two became inseparable and by the time they had finished high school, they had become both fuck buddies and best friends for life.

Growing up with your boyfriend like that was an amazing experience, but neither of them was willing to admit quite yet that they loved each other dearly. They were just a pair of best friends who took turns fucking each other when they felt the urge to do so. They took care of each other's needs, but in the eyes of their parents, it couldn't be more clear. They were meant for each other.

Everyone thought they were so cute together. Even their fathers had to reluctantly admit that Scott and Tommy made for one hell of a couple. They even liked having them around for football games and other typical father-son guy stuff. Little did they know that when college arrived, their sons were ready to explore what other men had to offer them.

Both Scott and Tommy felt like they had sniffed each other's butts for far too long. They felt that it was time for something new. To experience something fresh. They agreed to a number of rules and then set out to date and fuck other men as soon as they'd settled in their new apartment in a college town far from their parents.

Tommy took their new understanding to mean that he needed to fuck as many college guys as he possibly could, and he was quite successful at it to boot. He had grown into a big guy with a broad chest, meaty arms and a thick neck. His handsome face had a lovable oafish quality to it that had a disarming effect on the guys that he wanted to fuck. Everyone liked him instantly and his mischievous wit made him quite the popular catch. Before they knew it, they were wrapped in his arms and ready to receive the first kiss. Soon after they found themselves getting pounded in the ass and not knowing how things had moved so fast.

Scott, on the other hand, had dated only a couple of guys before he was snatched up by a mysterious college professor. Tommy was extremely curious about who Scott was seeing all the time, but Scott wouldn't breathe a word of it. Eventually Tommy decided to follow him one night like in a Tom Clancy novel and he saw that Scott met up with a fairly handsome English  professor in his fifties. Tommy was shocked at first over the age difference but ended up chalking it up to sexual curiosity. That's what college was for. The professor had an impressive athletic figure, which must have come from being a former bodybuilder. And the combination of his formal clothes and commanding presence made him strangely alluring.

He found himself growing hard over the thought of trying him out, but the rules they had agreed upon were pretty clear: no messing around with your boyfriend's dates. It was a sensible rule and he wasn't about to break it. And so things kept chugging along for a while. He kept finding new guys each weekend to play with, while Scott kept seeing the English professor.

He had since let Scott know that he knew who he was seeing, but Scott didn't seem to care or mind. There was a strange secretive look about him when Tommy brought up the professor. Other things were off about him as well. He had a lot more energy than usual, started waking up earlier and practically lived at the gym. Tommy was a little bit taken aback by the growing suspicion that Scott had fallen in love with the professor. He was showing all the signs, including a general uplift in mood. He was just so cheerful and damn excitable. It was almost like he had gotten an extra bounce to his step.

Tommy didn't like it one bit. He was even beginning to feel a little jealous. This was his buddy. They had slept in the same bed for years. He didn't want to lose him to some lecherous old man. The fact that they hadn't fucked in months also fueled his growing concern. He had tried initiating several times before, as was their habit when one of them felt frisky. They shared a bed, after all. The convenience was self-explanatory. It was only natural to fool around and take care of each other, even if the focus was at the moment mostly on experimenting with other men. But Scott waved off his attempts with excuse after excuse.

The lack of intimacy started to really bother him. He couldn't even remember the last time that he had seen his buddy naked and they lived in a tiny apartment! They used to hang out naked for hours. They would fuck, shower, return to bed, talk, read, mess around on their phones or watch TV, and then fuck again, continuing throughout the night. He desperately wanted one of those nights again.

Tommy was feeling left out and one day he confronted Scott about it. Scott saw the hurt look in his boyfriend's face and was immediately apologetic. He was at first reluctant to explain what had been going on but eventually he came clean. The professor had put a cage on his dick, and he was serving him as his 'caged boy'. Tommy was blown away by the revelation.

"What do you mean, he put your dick in a cage?"

"Just like I said. He put my dick in a cage,” he laughingly explained, with his usual shit-eating grin. Then he reached for his jeans, opened them up, pulled down his boxer briefs and whipped out his dick. It was encased in a plastic shell, which was shaped like a flaccid penis. There was also a small locking mechanism embedded with a key slot that attached the cage to a ring. The ring went around his dick and balls at the base. The ring was buried in his trimmed pubic hair.

"Holy hell, bro. What the hell have you been up to?" Tommy was genuinely surprised and couldn't peel his eyes from the cage. The sight of it was oddly alluring and he felt his own cock beginning to strain in his jeans.

Their grumbling fathers had instilled into them a small town mentality about gay sex. "If you two are going to insist on being gay, you gotta keep it to the basics," they said. "If you stray, God would come down on you hard like a ton of bricks. All hell would break loose!" They didn't mention explicitly what 'the basics' meant, but the implications were obvious: butt sex and blowjobs were okay in the eyes of the Lord, "because that's what you gay guys do," but nothing else. "And don't you dare sleep around on each other. It will bite you in the ass each and every single damn time!" Both of their fathers got especially worked up over the sleeping around thing. They were obviously fearful that their sons would catch something.

They had taken the well-meaning advice of their fathers to heart, and in their nine years of messing around in bed had stayed remarkably vanilla. Sure, they had experimented a couple of times with not-so-vanilla things, cheap handcuffs were used one time as an example, but mostly they kept to 'the basics'. To say that seeing the boyfriend that he grew up with wearing a cage around his cock was a shock would be an understatement.

"And he has the key? What the hell for?"

"He decides when I get to cum."

"You are kidding me!" Tommy almost became angry over the idea of some other guy telling him when he could get off. He felt his own engorged cock twitch awkwardly and was already looking for a way to help free his buddy from the cage. The entire concept of a chastity cage was anathema to his being.

"When was the last time he let you cum?" Tommy suddenly asked, as if it only now occurred to him that it could be longer than a night.

"Two weeks ago and he has been fucking me since, every chance he got."

"What the fuck! What's he doing to you!?"

"No, it's great. Really. It's one of the hottest things I have done. He really knows what he's doing." His eyes were glinting with a clear sense of mischief and the shit-eating grin on his face reappeared. He suddenly started shifting in his seat and looked down. Tommy saw that Scott's cock began to visibly stir in its cage. The entire cage began to work and pull. As his dick grew harder, the ring around his organ was pulled tighter, and as it did, his balls were pulled upwards, stretching his ballsack to the utmost. Scott let out an involuntary moan and shuddered in pre-orgasmic delight, while Tommy could only look on in amazement at what he saw, growing hornier at the sight of it.

He knew in his gut that it must have been extremely uncomfortable and even painful, but Scott's elated expression was of such agonizing yearning that he was inexorably drawn to share in his experience. He began by reaching out and gently running his fingers over Scott's tortured balls.
Scott instinctively grabbed Tommy's arm by the wrist to protect himself, but when he felt his breathing grew heavier from the touch of Tommy's fingers, the strength in his arm gradually left him. His surrender was swift and complete. Tommy, for his part, registered all of this in his boyfriend's face immediately and couldn't resist the temptation. He began brushing his fingertips one after the other over Scott's balls. Scott's breathing started getting even heavier, until finally his breath got caught. It felt like an eternity before Scott let out his breath again with a yearning sigh and visible shudder in his body.

Tommy could only share in the excitement that he was causing his friend. It felt like ages since he had last touched his boyfriend like this. And even longer when Scott had reacted so sensitively. The two of them had been through so many things. They had practically grown up together in the same bed. They could read each other's faces like an open book and they could share each other's excitement and pleasure like no one else.

This state of helplessness that left Scott yearning for Tommy's touch was just the thing to drive Tommy wild with lust. He tapped on the plastic cage piece that encased Scott's dick to see how he would respond and he saw Scott's eyes flare up as if they were possessed by a lustful hunger greater than both of them.

"Get over here," he roguishly challenged Scott, grabbing him by the back of his neck and gently pulled him towards his eager mouth. He wanted to kiss him desperately. like they used to do before they decided to open up their relationship. The touch of their sensitive lips was electric. It was like they were reconnecting on a whole different plane of existence.

They felt the slippery warmth of their tongues and inhaled each other's breaths during the intimate and playful kissing. It felt like they were remembering who they were to each other. Like they were reestablishing their lost connection.

When Tommy finally pulled away and looked affectionately into Scott's dreamy and lustful eyes, he caressed the right side of Scott's face and gently brushed him under his jaw. The way Scott always loved to be caressed. It was their little ritual of recognition. Both of them knew by now where and how the other wanted to be touched. Scott responded by wrapping both of his arms around Tommy. He then passionately kissed him again, but only for a brief moment. He swiftly pulled away again, looked him in the eyes and begged Tommy to fuck him.

"I want you inside of me." He longingly sighed. "God, I have missed your dick."

The desperate tone in Scott's voice surprised him and made his dick rear up with the thrill of eager conquest.

"You don't need to ask a second time." Tommy  stood up and pulled Scott to his feet from the couch in one single move. Then he grabbed him with both hands just under his ass and scooped him up. Scott hung his arms around Tommy's shoulders and wound his legs around his boyfriend's waist. He let himself be carried to their crummy bed. His chastity cage and dick inside got awkwardly squished against Tommy's stomach in the process.

Scott was nearly as tall as Tommy, but nowhere near as big. He had a pretty muscular build all the same and Tommy carrying him to the bed only really worked because he let himself be carried.

Before Tommy let down Scott gently on the side of the bed, he kissed him again. There was an air of triumph about Tommy. Scott would never have let himself be carried like that in the past. The cage seemed to have really done a number on him. It made him more meek and compliant, but also more passionate and incredibly horny. He saw it in his eyes, sensed it in his breath and felt it crackling in the air.

Scott looked up at him with appreciative wonder, as if he couldn't believe that he could be so lucky to have a magnificent boyfriend like Tommy. It made Tommy feel like a million bucks. And if he didn't already want to fuck him hard, he would have gotten in the mood really fast.

"Take off your clothes, 'cage boy,’ and don't make me tell you twice."

Scott gave him a shocked look, but his face was also beaming with amusement and a quizzical sense of horniness.

"Fuck, that's hot," he finally said, and then pulled his T-shirt as fast as possible over his head, revealing his nicely sculpted torso. There was scruff all over his chest, but it also ran down to his crotch area. He then started undoing his pants, freeing himself from both his boxer briefs and pants in no time. Tommy could finally see Scott in all his caged glory. The transparent plastic cage holding his cock apart from the rest of the world gave his powerful physique an air of otherworldly vulnerability. As if there were more forces at work here than could be seen.  

It took him a moment to figure out how exactly this was going to work. How he was going to fuck Scott. In principle, the cage only locks away the dick. That left his ass wide open for use. And he loved fucking Scott. There was no doubt about that. It didn't seem like the cage was going to interfere with that. Although, he would need to find the right position. That cage really hurt when he carried Scott to the bed. He thought with a wry smile.

But basically every part of his body could be played with. And even the cock, it occurred to him. Get him hard and the cage would do all the work for him. Winding him up and teasing him would be so much fun. Such delicious torture, he thought to himself.

Swiftly he pulled his own T-shirt over his head and revealed his powerful chest to Scott, who was almost immediately drooling from the sight. Scott knew that chest all too well, but the days he had spent in the cage supercharged his lust to the point where he was struck anew by just the raw masculine beauty of it -- imperfections and all.

"If you want to see the rest, you’re going to have to do it yourself." Tommy audaciously looked down at the bulge in his pants, daring him to put his hands on his crotch.

Scott laughed at the ballsy challenge, shook his head, but nevertheless immediately drew closer from his seated position on the side of the bed. Tommy's bulge was on eye level and it took nary a sweat to unbutton the pants, hook down the boxers and pull out his magnificent man-meat.

It was idly throbbing in its fully engorged state and hung there mesmerizingly close to Scott's face. The fur above his dick was neatly trimmed but lush with thick curling hair.  The balls were still awkwardly enclosed by the elastic band of Tommy's boxer briefs. Tommy hated the feeling and quickly pulled them free, giving Scott the opportunity to immediately lie them in the palm of his hand with an almost reverent look. Scott had always marveled at the sheer mass of those big bull balls, and he loved playing with them.

Of the two of them, Tommy had grown into the biggest catch. People were always awash with compliments for Scott's appearance during their teen years, giving Tommy hardly a second glance due to his more doughy appearance. However, as the years went by, Tommy really grew into his own. He turned into a beast of a man and Scott had always been jealous of him. Scott had plenty of his own admirers but Tommy was simply on another level.

"What are you waiting for?" Tommy said impatiently. "Show me what you have been doing for that professor." The tone in his voice was slightly accusatory. He gingerly grabbed Scott by the back of his head and pushed his face closer to his big dick, which he was now provocatively shaking up and down with his hand.

Scott didn't seem to notice the hint of jealousy in his boyfriend's voice. All he could see was the mesmerizing big dick that he had been ignoring for so long. He just flashed a grin in a delirium of lust and then got to work.

He let the tip of his tongue tease the underside of Tommy's bulbous dickhead. Over the years he had licked that mushroom-shaped bellend so many times that he would instantly recognize it in any line-up of anonymous cocks. He quite possibly knew it better than his own cock. His own caged cock, he corrected himself, with a slight tinge of regret.

The taste of Tommy's dickhead was a bit tangy. It always got a little heady during this time of the day from the build-up of sweat in his boxers and the occasional leaked piss drop or pre-cum. He should be put off by it, but he had since grown to appreciate the taste and smell. Some were connoisseurs of wine. Some were connoisseurs of whiskey. He was a connoisseur of Tommy's cock.

Tommy for his part, couldn't take the excruciating teasing for a second longer and started pushing Scott onto his dick. He always had a sensitive dick and had no patience for this type of foreplay.

"Suck it, already, you bastard!" he laughed, looking down at Scott with a good-hearted scowl.

Scott's eyes lit up upon hearing those words. He slowly took Tommy's bulbous dickhead into his mouth. It was then that Tommy discovered the professor's handiwork. Scott had never been much of a cocksucker. He could take the dickhead and some of the shaft, but never down his throat. He would be gagging by the slightest thrust. This time he took the dickhead all the way to the back of his mouth and started using his tongue to massage the underside of Tommy's cock. But he didn't stop there. Soon enough, he was swallowing Tommy's cock and taking it down his throat.

Tommy looked down in amazement. This was his Scott? The guy who started gagging if his toothbrush went too deep into his mouth? What had the professor been doing to him? He watched, felt, and heard his boyfriend do things to his cock with his mouth that he had never experienced from him before. If he had to compare him to his recent spate of sexual conquests, Scott would actually rank pretty damn high in the cocksucking department.

The waves of pleasure coming from his dick soon built up to a crescendo. He was certainly good enough to bring him close to orgasm. That was for sure! Something that he wasn't able to do without some additional manual assistance before, and it was something that he didn't want quite yet.

"Stop already!" he yelped in frustration.

He pulled his dick out of Scott's mouth with a plop. He liked being licked and sucked, teased and worshipped, but he wanted more. He needed more.

"You're getting good at this. That prof has been busy."

Scott looked at him with a glazed look of horniness and Tommy saw that Scott's cock was straining in its cage. A long strand of precum was oozing out of the piss slit of the plastic container restraining his dick. It made his own throbbing cock rear up out of lust and the movement made his big balls dangle. The feeling was like a burning itch tickling with the anticipation of pleasure.

"... And not just busy. He has been teaching you all the things that matter most in life!" He laughingly complimented, while eyeing Scott's moist lips and other dripping wetness around his mouth from the eager and sloppy cocksucking. Catching the gleam of moistness there in his eye, he grabbed Scott gently by the jaw and tilted his head upwards to receive Tommy's kiss. His tongue soon invaded Scott's mouth and began a playful dance of conquest.

Scott knew that Tommy liked the taste of his own dick. That he kissed him in part to revel in the taste of his own ball juices. It's that he was gay, otherwise he would be the perfect pussy hound. He would cum in that pussy and then lick it all back out. But being gay had its perks as well, especially if you loved cum in general, and not just your own. There was plenty to go around.

Eventually, Tommy playfully pulled back from Scott's yearning mouth and ordered him on his back.

"Lie down on the bed and show me your hole. I want it." He left the 'I need it' unspoken.

Tommy was so hot and bothered by the blowjob, the kissing, the cage, and everything else that he was going to fuck Scott, whether he wanted to or not. Something primordial had awakened in him and he needed to penetrate something with his cock and plant his seed.

Scott for his part had gotten quite red in the face from Tommy's demand. Even despite the unrelenting horniness that made his dick wrestle in its cage like a bucking bull. He had grown to be embarrassed about being the passive partner in bed as he matured. It made him feel vulnerable and exposed. Feelings he would rather not indulge in. That's why he liked being on top, which Tommy had accommodated in more ways than one throughout the later years in their relationship. Although, even Tommy had his limits and Scott had to make a quid pro quo sacrifice on occasion.

With the professor, it had been immediately different. When his dick got locked away and he was gradually taught to assume his new role in life, he had been fucked up the ass almost religiously. He had grown accustomed to it so fast that he began to look forward to it with increasing enthusiasm. There was just something about being used as a pair of holes by a guy who owned your dick. It drove him wild with lust.

But this was his childhood boyfriend and he knew none of this. He had yet to let him see just how eager he had become. How much he craved to be taken up the ass. How much he loved to be treated like a plaything. That he existed only to be used and abused by men who would never know the maddening horniness that a chastity cage instilled.

Tommy saw Scott's flushed cheeks and  recognized the look of embarrassment on his face. He gave him a reassuring wry smile in response, kneeled with one leg on the bed, and reached out to put his big hand gently on the side of Scott's face.

"You know that you're always going to be my boy, right?" He looked in his eyes with a glowing smile of affection. "But that ass is mine today," he finished with a lustful growl.

Scott became so incredibly horny hearing that. The inevitability of getting fucked. Not being able to say no. Helpless to resist. If it weren't for this cage around his cock, he would be the one taking advantage of Tommy. He felt his dick straining, once again trying to get free. The building pressure was maddening. He pulled his head away from Tommy's in frustration.

"Yes, Sir." Scott blurted out, almost by instinct. Both of them looked at each other in surprise. He immediately regretted it, but the professor had drilled it into him for the last couple of months. He had said it so many times that it was almost second nature to address his sexual superiors with such honorifics. But to address his boyfriend like that? The unrelenting horniness began to strip him not only of his inhibitions, but also of his dignity. But he also understood that he could no longer control what was going to happen. He needed to get fucked. He wanted it so badly.

Feeling that he was past the point of no return, he let his other conditioning kick in. He let himself roll on his back, grabbed his own legs by the insides of his knees and pulled them to both sides of his torso, exposing his eager hole and caged dick for Tommy to see.

He realized in that moment that he wanted Tommy to see who and what he had become. That he was a pair of holes to be used.

Tommy hadn't been standing still and had in the meanwhile rid himself of his boxers, jeans, and socks. He was completely naked and back on the bed sitting on his knees, towering above Scott and looking down with conquering eyes. His big dick was pointed up towards the heavens, throbbing uncontrollably with a frenetic beat. A glistening string of precum hanging from his dickhead was swaying in the air. His chest was moving with a heavy lumbering breath.

A primal predator instinct was taking hold of him. His eyes were registering every detail of the scene below him. Of his submissive boyfriend's naked body.  Locked in such a vulnerable state. Reduced to a fucktoy for his betters. The raw lust in his eyes. His rapid breathing. His tensed up body waiting for use.

He reached for Scott's hole and let his fingers lightly brush over it. Scott's body shuddered and a light groan was heard. The cage was once again stirring and pre-cum was leaking out. When Tommy looked into Scott's eyes, he saw the delirious lust that consumed his being.

Tommy moved closer, his eyes turning to the eager hole on offer. He was shifting into a position to better line his dick up with that pleasure channel. He had his big throbbing organ in his hand when Scott suddenly interrupted Tommy's attempt with a desperate plea to lick his hole.

Tommy looked up in surprise. Not only had he never heard Scott beg like that before, but they had never rimmed each other either. It was one of the unspoken taboos their fathers had instilled in them. That's not to say that Tommy had never done it before. It was almost demanded here in college and he had to learn to indulge in at least a token version of it. He had even begun to understand why guys loved it. To be in the heat of the moment, hormones raging, cocks hard and throbbing, doing something naughty and dirty becomes almost second nature. To be horny is to be a rule breaker and a daredevil.

Mischievous and bold, Tommy locked his gaze with that of Scott, and as he maintained eye contact, he lowered his head between Scott's legs. Scott's hole involuntarily flinched in anticipation of Tommy's arrival there. It once again surprised Tommy that Scott was so willing and eager. But his hunter's instinct had long since taken hold of him. He swooped down and let his tongue do its gritty work.

When he heard a little yelp from Scott, he redoubled his efforts. Scott's entire body twisted and writhed on its back. When he earned a couple of light groans more, he considered it a job well done. He studied the moistened hole for a moment and let his fingers probe the sensitive area. He heard and felt Scott trying to shift his position to be able to look at what Tommy was up to. Tommy pressed his middle finger against the puckered hole in response, and when he saw that Scott had turned completely still, he slipped it right in.

Scott threw his head back and groaned out of relief. Finally, he felt something inside of him to ease the ravenous hunger building up in his ass. The professor told him how insatiably hungry he would become. How his hole would gradually turn into his major sexual organ, but he hadn't believed it at the time. How naive he was to underestimate the power of a chastity cage. He could almost be brought to the point of climax with a single finger now. This was madness and torture, but his only option was to learn to ride the tidal wave of sexual despair. Just like his professor had tried to teach him.

To say that Tommy was pleased with Scott's animated response was an understatement. He was planning on teasing Scott a little bit longer but he had gotten so incredibly horny. Scott's caged cock was right in front of his face. It was raging and flailing inside of that tiny little cage. The sight of so much sexual frustration and denied pleasure triggered some deep instinctual urge inside of him to revel in his own sexual conquest.

He mischievously reared up and crawled farther down to kiss Scott and lord over him as the only proud man in that bed with a hard and free dick. He took a puerile delight in thoroughly French kissing him. If he had to rim Scott's asshole, he was sure as hell going to be French kissing him like two mad dogs tongue wrestling over a minty treat.

Such revenge notions quickly disappeared when he felt the throbbing in his dick becoming both more urgent and painful. He wanted to mount Scott there and then, but he wasn't about to do his boyfriend like that. He cared too much about him. Mauling his boyfriend's asshole with his huge dick would be a crime against everything that they had gone through together. He needed lube.

"Fuck!" he cursed, pulling away from Scott's mouth. "Need to get the lube!"

Scott looked at him as if he didn't quite understand what Tommy was waiting for. He wanted to continue kissing him. He wanted his hole stuffed and filled with throbbing man meat. His eyes were begging him to begin. He was primed and ready to go.

"Fuck me." he achingly whispered. He was painfully embarrassed whispering those words. But not quite enough to stop him from uttering the burning desires that the professor had taught him to confess.

"I will!" Tommy laughingly exclaimed.  "Just hold on!" He gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, as if to say that he shouldn't be such a dummy. Something Scott frequently used to do with him, infuriating Tommy to no end. He backed away, got off the bed and then rushed to the nightstand on Scott's side to get the lube. He thought that it would be more than fitting that he would be using Scott's lube.

No more excuses this time! He was finally going to give him a proper fuck, like back when they first started exploring each other's bodies. To see what was possible for two young teenage boys coming to terms with their sexuality. He was going to fuck him bow-legged!

With his heart thumping madly in his chest, he resisted the urge to rush back and instead calmly and patiently walked to the end of the bed. He felt the air titillate his big engorged organ as he did so. He held back from applying the lube or even touching his eager dick. Like a majestic panther nearing his prey, Tommy crawled on top of the bed and moved towards a restless Scott.

Scott, for his part, was still lying on his back, tensely holding his legs in place. His asshole was still glistening with saliva, but his cock had calmed down inside its cage. The balls were no longer pulled so tight and had even turned slightly less red, but there was a slippery sheen on them that glistened in the light. It was from the slimy precum that was dripping from the piss slit in the cage onto his balls.

With a glint in his eye, Tommy looked down at his helpless prize. He began slowly lubing up his big sensitive cock, while he searched for Scott's lustful eyes and bound them to his gaze. He maintained eye contact, while he lined up his cock to press against Scott's hole.

Scott gasped, and a light shock rushed through his body. The pressure building against his hole kept growing, until his natural defenses gave in and he felt the big slippery cock slide in with a brutal and uncompromising efficiency. He let out a yelp and immediately felt that familiar and reassuring feeling of having another man inside him. His racing heart felt like it was finally calming down. But how could it? He was about to get fucked the life out of him.

Tommy let Scott enjoy the full girth of his big cock for a few moments. He was once again amazed by Scott's reaction. The cage and his experience with the professor had really changed him. And from what he saw, it was for the better. He looked in those dreamy and lustful eyes and saw the man that he needed Scott to be. He kissed him, their tongues, breath, and slippery warmth mingled and merged.

Then he could no longer hold back. The heat and tightness of Scott's familiar hole began to work their magic. The throbbing in his cock began to feel unbearable. His body needed his organ to move. Nature was taking its course and Tommy had little control over what followed next. He became an obedient soldier to the mechanics of fate and biology, of the roles assigned to two men caught in a sexual ritual that was older than mankind.

He began slowly using his big cock to push deeper inside Scott with each thrust. It took him all of his discipline to not just start pounding away like he wanted to, like he needed to. He wanted Scott to feel like he was receiving all of his devotion and dedication. And Scott responded with a passionate embrace, hands probing Tommy’s powerful back and ass, while both of Scott’s legs wrapped around Tommy’s middle.

Occasionally, Tommy would feel the hard unyielding presence of Scott’s chastity cage pressed between their bodies. It was at times painful, awkward, and definitely got in the way. But Scott moaned so vociferously with each thrust that Tommy could live with the discomfort. The urge was simply too great. They could not stop now and change positions. He needed Scotts yearning eyes, the smell of his breath, and the warmth of his mouth. He needed Scott’s longing arms wrapped around his back. This is how they should fuck and this is how they would fuck.

Scott was in seventh heaven. He was taking Tommy’s big cock up his ass like a seasoned veteran. Being trained and used by the professor for these last couple of months had really changed him. It changed how he felt about himself. Of what his role should be in bed. But it had also changed his mind-body connection. How he responded to the physical attentions shown towards his ass. He had never imagined that he could enjoy it so much. That his body’s hidden capacity to receive pleasure there had revealed itself in such an unorthodox way. Every sensation felt more intense. More visceral.

The pleasure he felt was like a parched man in the desert getting his hands on a couple of drops of water. He felt such overwhelming relief getting pounded by his loving boyfriend’s cock that a burning sense of pleasure was gradually building up. It was the feeling that the professor had described. He called it ‘the reward’ for being an obedient caged boy. If you came to fully accept yourself as a caged boy, your body would rewire itself to accommodate your new role in life. You would be able to experience such blissful sensations that any toe-curling orgasm would pale in comparison.

He had dismissed it as an urban myth at first. Something you’d say to your boy to keep him motivated and chaste. Dangle the carrot and you wouldn’t need the stick. Scott loved wearing the cage, regardless. He liked the feeling of being powerless and submissive to an older more experienced man. The cage helped him to stay focused on his studies and to improve himself physically. It helped motivate him to do what was needed. To get up early and commit himself fully to life. Nevertheless, as the days turned into weeks, he started experiencing hints of what the professor was talking about. But never like this. Never like how Tommy made him feel.

Suddenly, his hole started to rhythmically spasm and clamp onto his boyfriend’s big, sliding cock. An overwhelming feeling of bliss and belonging surged through his body, and poured out all over him. Scott started moaning louder and his breathing became heavier, extending beyond his control. He felt the muscles in his body tense up, but also go limp and soft, only to tense up again. What was happening in his cage was beyond his understanding. His balls felt like they were ready to burst and the burning pleasure in his cock kept becoming more intense, but stopped before turning into a full-blown orgasm.

Tommy pulled his head back with a look of awe and amazement, but still kept a steady thrust going down there, not willing to disturb what was happening with Scott below him. It seemed like Tommy was studying Scott’s ecstatic facial expression for a moment, but eventually the need to find out what was happening to his own cock became more pressing. The clamping sensation around it greatly increased the friction and stimulation. And as much as Tommy tried to fight against it, he couldn’t hold on any longer and started feeling his own body tense up.

This was it. The moment he was working up to. All of his focus narrowed. A sudden explosive sensation surged through his body. He felt his entire body contracting, muscles he didn’t know he had started convulsing. His cock began to shoot out loads of cum in rhythmic bursts. His convulsing cock started interacting with the anal convulsions of Scott’s hole and all hell broke loose. The pleasure was overwhelming. Pleasure turned gradually into a bruising pain in his balls and he wanted desperately to pull out to stop the contractions, but his body wouldn’t let him. His body had a mind of its own. There were forces stronger at work than the weak light bulb that was his willpower. He could only hold on to Scott and ride it out.

Scott had drifted off into his own heavenly world of anal pleasure and distantly felt Tommy’s heavy body heave and tense up, and then go limp on top of him in a carnal embrace. It occurred to him that Tommy must have reached his climax, as his thrusting had stopped, but Scott’s body was still responding to the big throbbing cock inside his hole. And the rhythmic clamping refused to stop. In fact, it started to speed up. He started breathing heavier, gasping for air, his muscles tightened, and his back arched. The legs that he had wrapped around Tommy’s waist involuntarily pulled tighter.

Then his eyes widened as if he was struck by lightning, because the explosion of pleasure and discomfort inside his cage racked his entire body to the core. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did. He came hands-free inside of his cage. His professor had warned him about this. That he shouldn’t let ‘the reward’ get to the point that he would lose control and shoot inside of his cage, as he would be instantly punished if he did.

The resulting wave of pleasure that surged through his body was one of acute discomfort and excruciating pleasure. The build-up of two weeks of tease and denial started shooting out – load after load. There was no holding back. His balls felt like they were on fire. The ring around his organ had pulled his balls upwards around the shaft, drawing taut his ballsack. At the same time, his bucking cock kept fighting against the unyielding cage, but it showed no signs of relenting, even amidst the wild orgasmic spasms.

Cum kept pouring and squirting out of the piss slit of the plastic cage. Scott desperately wanted the orgasm to end, but it just kept torturing and agonizing him. Something seemed to have gone wrong. As if he had skipped a step somewhere, which caused the entire biological process  to short circuit. Now he was locked in a feedback loop of cumming and squirting with no end in sight. He cried out in frustration and Tommy seemed to respond to his plight of despair, but couldn’t get out of the leg hold Scott had over his waist. He tried to loosen his grip and push Tommy off him. It seemed to work, because Tommy was pulling himself free and his still-erect cock slipped out of Scott’s ass, which immediately felt horrible, but it also seemed to break the feedback loop. Without a cock filling up his hole, the anal clamping seemed to slow down and the squirting turned into an acute burning sensation.

Tommy was flabbergasted over what had happened to himself. He was heavily breathing from the exertion, and felt both utterly relieved as well as thoroughly spent. He was even more amazed at what Scott had gone through. His chastity cage and balls were absolutely drenched in cum. There was so much of it. He hardly knew where to begin. When he looked at the rest of Scott, he saw an exhausted look of horror and bliss on his sweaty face. His muscular chest was still heaving heavily, and he had let his hands hover above the cage and his balls, not daring to touch either of them.

Apparently, he had fucked Scott to the point where he came inside that tiny little cage. How? He had no idea. Perhaps due to the friction caused by his stomach or something. Who knew? What he did see, however, was that Scott didn’t have the greatest time shooting in that tiny little cage. Of that, he was certain.

“That was new,” Tommy finally said, his chest still heaving slowly. “What happened down there? Never felt anything of the sort.” Tommy was referring to the anal spasms.

Scott pulled his attention away from his aching dick, and looked up towards his boyfriend. “A slight mishap.” He burst out laughing as he said it, but the laughter seemed to cause him pain and he tried to stop himself from laughing. The attempt failed miserably and Tommy could only look at him in sympathy, albeit bemusedly.

“Well, my dick hurts and my balls feel like they’ve been hit by a bowling ball,” Tommy tried to console him. “You’re not the only one.” He was grinning ear to ear, despite his anguished look.

Scott first looked confused and then appalled at the comparison. Finally, he threw Tommy a dirty look, while gesturing dramatically at the mess in his crotch area.

Tommy snorted, then shook his head laughing. “I take your point, fucker. But you did it to yourself!”

Scott’s eyes lit up in indignation. “No, you did this!”

“How do you figure? You let him put on that cage!” Tommy responded with a slight tone of recrimination.

“Yeah, but this never happened with him before!” Scott indignantly replied.

Tommy fell silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond, until he replied with: “Perhaps I’m just that good in bed! You came, didn’t you?” And he laughed. “We’ve got to get that thing off you, though. That doesn’t seem healthy.” He looked concerned in that typical oafish manner of him that Scott always so loved.

“I wish that I could. I would have to ask for the key back and he won’t be amused.”

“Fuck him. Who does he think he is, anyway?”

“The man who holds the key to my dick!” Scott laughingly blurted out.

“Yeah, and look at the mess you made,” Tommy scornfully said.

“YOU made! And that doesn’t help me. Now does it.”

Tommy brushed off the accusation. “What’s he going to do, anyway? Just tell him the ‘deal’ is off, or whatever it is you two have.”

“It doesn’t work that way. This is a relationship of trust and understanding. Of commitment and dedication.”

Tommy was not impressed by what undoubtedly were the arguments the professor had made to convince Scott to wear a chastity cage.

“He put your dick in a cage and he’s fucking you until he gets bored. Get the fuck out of here.” Tommy sneered.

“Look, we can argue about the finer points later, but I need to see what the damage is and clean this mess up.”

“Yeah, you do, but I’m going first.” Tommy was looking down at his own limp dick, which looked all red, sore and slimy. His body was coated in sweat, and his short hair was matted by the same.

“What!?! Come on!” Scott appeared entertained, as well as outraged by Tommy’s casual disregard for him and his predicament.

“Suck it, cage boy.” He sadistically laughed, got off the bed and walked to the shower.



Epilogue:

“And did you get the key back?” Tommy was watching some streaming show on their big (but cheap) UHD television, but immediately wrenched himself away from the action to excitedly ask his boyfriend about the key.

“Yeah, I did. He was actually surprisingly relaxed about it,” he said, holding up the key with a bright smile.

“Really?! What did he say?” Tommy paused the show and waited until Scott took a seat next to him on the big sofa.

“Yeah, that’s the weird thing. Something about us being ‘special’.”

“Special? Us?” Tommy looked at him skeptically.

“Yeah, he said that he wouldn’t dream of coming between the two of us. And he had this weird expression. Like he was doing the fatherly thing.”

“The ‘fatherly thing’. What on earth?”

“Yeah, he was all smiles. And that he would of course make an exception for me. And only me. He made me promise to have dinner with him, though. And with ‘me’, I mean ‘us’.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tommy groaned and pulled a dirty face. “You know how much I hate dinners.”

“It was a take it or leave it situation. And he kind of insisted. He wants to meet you, I think.”

“Fine. Fine. At least we have the key back.  And what did he say about what happened?”

Scott looked away in embarrassment, which made Tommy laugh.

“He told me that I should have been more careful.”

Tommy was studying his face as he talked and knew that Scott was lying.

“But what did he really say?”

“None of your damned business!” Scott snapped.

Tommy  laughed again but decided against pushing the issue. He had his suspicions.

“Did he take the cage off or are you still wearing it?”

“What?” Scott asked, absent-mindedly. His cheeks were still flushed and he was clearly flustered about something. “Yeah, I’m still wearing it.”

“Good.” Tommy taunted, while he grabbed the key out of Scott’s hand. “Because we’re not done yet!” And he laughed again.

“Hey, give that back!” Scott tried to snatch the key back, but Tommy was faster.

“You’re my cage boy now.” Tommy teased him.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Scott said finally, after several failed attempts at getting the key back.

“Well, someone has to.”