I was eating dinner out with my friend Adam after we’d made up from the fight we had a couple of weeks ago when Jace made me wear something inappropriate. This time I was not wearing anything unusual other than my Cobra cage, which was out of sight to anyone.
Well, Adam and I drank lots of beer with dinner and I had to piss very badly. I raced over to the mens room which had two side by side urinals without a wall and a stall. The stall and one urinal were occupied.
I am always hesitant to piss in a urinal with the cage on because when I do piss standing up, unless the cage is lined up perfectly, my piss streams everywhere. I was seconds from pissing my pants so I sidled up to the empty urinal, unzipped my pants and pulled out my caged dick.
My piss started flowing out, thankfully, in its intended direction. There was a tall white man at the urinal next to me. He was married as I noticed a thick gold band. He was taller than my six feet. I did notice a thick head of dark wavy hair and he seemed fairly built from behind, wearing a navy blue blazer.
Usual protocol at urinals is to look straight ahead and never to turn your gaze in any direction. Well, that’s what I was doing.
Imagine my surprise when I heard, “What the hell is that?”, from the man next to me in one of the deepest bass voices I’d ever heard.
“Huh?, I stupidly replied.
“That thing on your cock, what the hell is that?”
“Oh, it’s a chastity cage.”
“What the fuck dude, why you wearing that?”
The man’s own piss didn’t stop flowing during this line of questioning, but I was quickly becoming pee shy.
“So I don’t jerk off”, I whispered.
I heard the guy peeing in the stall laugh at my response.
“Your girl got you pent up. Smart.”, he said.
The stall guy flushed and went to wash his hands, still chuckling.
“No, nothing like that.”, I said.
The guy at the sink gave me up.
“Dude, this guy’s a fucking faggot!”, and then he walked out.
The guy next to me was shaking off his last remnants of piss now, as mine was struggling to keep pissing.
“Is that right? Are you a fag?”
“Yes Sir”, I said.
“Huh, so some guy’s got your dick locked up? Why?”
Although he tucked his dick away, he stood and waited for my answer.
“Because I asked him to. I like it.”, was all I could think to say.
He went to wash his hands.
“That’s fucked up, dude.”
I was at the tail end of my pissing when he walked away. I put my locked dick back in my jock and washed my hands.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I walked by the table with the guy and his wife. He was definitely telling her about me because he pointed right at me and she giggled.
I guess the public embarrassment turned me on quite a lot. I felt a stir in my loins but the heavy plastic cage kept my dick from growing.
“What took you so long?”, Adam asked.
“Oh nothing, it’s just pissing in a urinal with my cage on is sometimes a bit of a challenge, but I’m good.”
“Ok. Hey, Richie, why is that couple over there staring at us?”
“It doesn’t matter, let’s just get our check, ok?”
“Ummm, Richie, there’s a lady coming over here from that table”.
I was facing the other direction so I didn’t see her.
“Are you the one who put this guy’s cock in a lock? I have to know!”, she asked.
“What? No! Are you kidding me lady?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just curious, my husband told me about it and I guess I got a little carried away. Must be the wine. I wish I could see it for myself.”
“Richie! I can never go anywhere with you without an incident! Lady, get lost! I’m going to get our waiter, I want to get out of here!”
The lady walked away, but Adam was pissed.
When he returned with the check I offered to pay the entire bill to settle Adam down.
“You can pay, but I’m still pissed off at you! I don’t think I’m hanging out with you anymore. I can’t take this! Maybe you enjoy this sick shit, but I don’t!”
“Adam, how was I supposed to know the guy was gonna tell his wife? I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“Didn’t you though? You had to know pissing in a urinal with your locked dick was gonna cause a problem! Richie, I’m outta here. Don’t call me!”
Everyone in our vicinity looked at me sitting by myself waiting for the waiter to process my credit card. Adam was loud enough for all of them to hear him say I was wearing a lock on my dick. Now it wasn’t just the man and his wife that knew.
Once again my cock stirred, but it was denied, which is one of the purposes of lock-up.
Finally, the waiter came back to the table and I signed the receipt. As I walked by the married couple, I didn’t expect the man to hold his hand up to stop me.
“Hey, ummm, can I ask you to join us for a minute?”
He seemed a little tipsy to me.
“What?”
“Just have a seat. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
I sat at their table with curiosity.
“My wife really wants to see your cage dude. If I gave you $100, would you show it to her?”
“Seriously? You’re offering me money to show off my cage?”
“Yeah buddy.”
He pulled a wad of cash and showed me a crispy $100 bill.
“Where? Here? Everyone is watching me.”
“No, not here. Our place. We only live a few blocks from here.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Honey, come on, give him $200. Do it for me.”
“You heard the lady, $200”
“Ok, fine.”
The man signaled for the waiter and he paid their bill.
“You have a car?”
“No, I walked here from my apartment.”, I said.
“You wanna ride with us? I’ll bring you back, I promise.”
“I don’t know. I don’t feel good about this.”
“$300, but she gets to touch it.”
I did have a balance on my credit card to pay.
“Yeah, let’s do it.”, I said. Besides, I thought about Jace and was sure he’d admonish me if I said no.
I rode in the back seat of their black BMW iX3 and in just a few minutes we rolled up to a swanky single family home,
Once parked we made it over to the front door, the man fidgeted with the keys but finally unlocked the door. There’s no doubt he shouldn’t have been driving. They were toasted, I was a bit tipsy myself from 3 beers.
We stumbled into the living room. The man proceeds to open a little baggie of white powder and set some lines on their glass coffee table. He took one in each nostril, and so did she. They offered me some. I’d not really done coke myself, so I turned it down.
“Suit yourself. I’m Ryan by the way. This is Lisa., not that it matters.”
“I’m Richard”, I felt obliged to say.
“Well, let’s get this show started. Show my wife your stuff.”
I stood up, unzipped my khaki pants and revealed my navy blue Gym jock. Then I pushed the pouch over to the left side.
“I told you honey. Look at it. That’s a small cage now that I see it up close.”
“You weren’t lying, babe.”
Lisa walked over to where I was standing and put her fingers around it, under my balls. Her hands were warm. Then she tried to shake it and pull it off.”
“This thing ain’t coming off anytime soon. How long you been wearing it?”
“11 months.”
“Fuck, that’s a long time”, Ryan said.
“Are we good now?”, I asked. “I showed your wife my cock and I let her touch it.”
“Hey, baby, didn’t you once say you wondered about getting head from a gay guy?”
“Yeah baby. Why?”
“You got a gay guy right here. I wanna watch. $500 if you let me watch you suck off my husband.”
It must have been the cocaine. This was crazy!
“Wait a sec, baby. I don’t know about that. He might not be into that, are you?”
“Of course he is honey. Show him your cock. You’re gonna love it Richie, it’s pretty big.”
Ryan fished his shaft from his pants and she wasn’t lying. At least six inches of fat flaccid dick meat dangled in front of me.
Damn, I do like dick and I did need the money.
“Yeah, ok, fine.”
“Ohhh this is going to be so hot, baby!”
Ryan set out six lines of coke on the table. He and his wife did four, then he offered me the last two.
“Just for you, a little something to take the edge off. It’s fine.”
Against my better judgement, I snorted in each nostril and felt a little tingle and I was a bit lighter.
Ryan wasted no time. He unbuttoned his shirt but kept it on, revealing a spectacular hairy chest, he definitely worked out. Then he pulled off his black belt, his pants, and shucked his boxer shorts. His legs were strong and covered in dark fur. His pubes were thick, curly, unruly, and his balls were plump and slightly covered in more hair.
I took to my knees and wrapped my hand around the shaft, appreciating its heft.
The Mrs. took a seat on the sofa and had a great view of me taking in her husband’s cock.
“Go ahead, give it a taste. Don’t be shy, Richie.”
Encouraged by her words, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the spongy head, swirling my tongue over it and all around. I felt his cock grow in length and rigidity with each passing second. I assisted with my hand for it to reach its maximum.
I unlatched myself from Ryan’s cock to see for myself just how big this cock was. Easily 9.5 inches and very thick.
“I told you, Richie. My husband is huge. Baby, how’s that feeling for you?”
“Baby, Richie has such a hot mouth!”
I opened my mouth again and lowered my head further down, attempting to deep throat what was on offer. Ryan pressed the back of my head with the back of his hands and forced his prick down my throat down to the balls. I struggled, but Ryan didn’t back off.
“Ohhh baby, this feels so good. Richie is a great cocksucker!”
“I told you, honey, this is so hot to watch!”
It looked like Lisa had her hand down her pants, but I was preoccupied by the huge cock clogging my airway.
Finally, Ryan removed his hands and I was able to breathe.
“Fuck, I wanna fuck your throat, Richie! Open up!”
“Yeah baby, fuck his face for me! Look how much he loves your big dick, stud!”
This was wild! I never in a million years thought I’d be on my knees throating married dick for money, but here I was!
I yielded. I stopped trying to fight my gag reflex and my mind withdrew into subspace. I relaxed my throat and allowed Ryan to repeatedly pass his cock down my esophagus.
“Oh my god baby look at this! My cock is buried down this dude’s throat. Fuck it feels fucking fantastic!”
I heard Lisa moaning in the background.
“Oh baby, watching you get blown is making my pussy wet. Oh yeah baby. Use your big cock to fuck that fag’s throat for me.”
Ryan wanted to satisfy his wife and himself. His hands moved from the back of my head to the each side, covering my ears applying enough pressure to keep my head still.
I increased the pressure in my lips, allowing for more suction, knowing Ryan would take even more pleasure using my throat.
“Ohhhhh man! Never in my life have I ever had anyone suck me off like this! Holy fuck!”
“Oh baby! You’re gonna make me cum watching you get off in his mouth! Cum for me baby! Let me see you feed the fag!”
I gotta say, I was really getting into this. Serving as a mouth hole for this stud of a man in front of his wife was a huge turn on for me. I could hardly wait to tell Jace all about it.
Ryan was really railing my throat now. I planted my hands on his firm hairy ass and encouraged him to thrust harder into my hungry throat, moaning over his shaft.
I could feel his body tensing, now standing on his toes, grunting and groaning. I felt his balls tighten as they bounced on my chin.
“I’m fuckin’ close man! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”
“Ahhhhhh ohhhhhh fuuuccckkk baby! I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming watching you fuck this faggot’s mouth! I want you to cum, too, baby! Come on baby! Ohhh fuuccckk yes!”
I could hear how moist Lisa’s pussy was as she fingered her clit to orgasm. It sounded like she exploded! Ryan wasn’t far behind.
“Here it comes! Ohhh fuck!! Ohhhhh fuuucck! I’m gonna shoot! Ohhh fuck! Ohhhhh yeah! Fuuccckkkk!! Swallow my load fag! Ohhh fucckkk!”
It was a powerful orgasm. I felt that cock firing off as it convulsed and pulsated, filling my throat with warm seed. There was so much that some was dripping down my chin. I gobbled it down like the obedient pig faggot I’d become.
I wrung out Ryan’s shaft with my right hand, squeezing out whatever spooge I was lucky enough to get and every time a little pearl emerged from his slit, I licked it up.
I wiped my chin with my fingers and guided them into my mouth. I never like to waste an Alpha’s seed.
Once Lisa and Ryan had cum, the high energy in the room quickly dissipated.
Ryan looked for his boxers and put them on, then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills. He balled them into my hand.
“Thanks man. That was fuckin’ hot. Look, even my wife got off!”
I know that Ryan offered to drive me back but I really didn’t want him to after doing all that coke.
“Hey, I think I can get myself back home. Thanks man. Glad you liked it.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”, he said.
“No, I’m good. Thanks.”
“Honey, give him your card. We need to do this again!”
“Oh, yeah, ok.”
Ryan reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card.
“Ryan Harrison, Esq.”, he was an estate attorney.
I snatched it from his hand and left them. I walked over to the main road and called for a Lyft to take me home.
I missed a couple of texts. One from Adam and one from Jace.
I read Jace’s first of course.
“Where are you hole?”
It was about an hour ago.
“Sorry, I was busy”, I responded.
“Taking dick, hole?”
“Yes”
“Pig, who?”
“A married man from the restaurant.”
“Did he cum in you pig hole?”
“Yes, in my mouth for $500”
“Fucking whore! Get your ass over here!”
“10 min”
I changed my Lyft destination to Jace’s house. While I waited, I read Adam’s message.
Basically it said he no longer wanted to be friends with me due to my life choices and he couldn’t deal with it any longer. He advised me to get therapy and if I ever became “normal” again I could contact him.
“Fuck him!”, I said as the Lyft drove up.
It was only a couple of miles to Jace’s place so I was just a little late. I shouldn’t have said ten minutes.
As usual, Jace’s front door was unlocked. When I walked in, he had a CumDumpSluts video on his big screen, Milo Miles was on his hands and knees on a sofa sucking dick and taking it up the ass.
Jace was in his recliner, white wifebeater on and naked from the waist down, stroking his big dick.
“You’re late hole!”
“I’m sorry, I had to take a Lyft.”
“I don’t fucking care. I don’t like it when you lie to me pig hole!”
He was angry, that’s for sure.
“I’m sorry”, I said again.
I probably shouldn’t have said anything at all.
“Get your faggot ass over here, hole!”
I stripped down to my jock and presented myself to Jace.
He swiftly rose out of his seat and slapped me across the face with purpose. One hard blow that stung hard. I knew I had that coming.
Then he spit in my face. I dared not make a move.
“Show me what you’re good for, hole! Get on my dick!”
His boner was hard as a diamond. Suffering through a rough slap to the face was a small sacrifice to earn the privilege of sucking on this beautiful piece of dick meat.
Jace wasn’t gentle. My already opened throat was once again taking dick, only this one was so familiar. A dick I’d taken hundreds of times over the course of nine years. I loved being Jace’s “go to” hole. His top choice. Lord knows I put in the work. Who else would endure so much debasement?
“That’s it pig! Suck my dick!”
Meanwhile, in the background, I could hear a group of guys encouraging Milo to take their dicks and loads. He was surely getting fucked and filled and sounded like he was loving it.
Jace was pounding out my throat with no mercy. Throat slime was flying in strands down my chin and the sides of my face. Jace didn’t care, I was just a hole to him.
“I’m gonna fuck you now pig hole! Get your ass over the sofa!”
I was in the same position as Milo now, ass out, torso leaning on the back of the sofa.
“Open that hole for me pig!”
I reached back and spread my cheeks.
Jace spit right into my hole as he’d done so many times before. That would be the only lube I’d get.
I really felt my hole tear open on the first plunge down to the balls. Jace never does anything half way and I didn’t expect him to start now.
Balls deep, Jace took his hand to my right cheek and gave it a meaningful whack.
“Fucking pig hole! All you are is a fucking dick hole you lying piece of shit! Fucking showing up late! Fucker!”
Several more blows came as he really railed my butt hole.
“Fucking cumdump! Gonna give this hole what it needs!”
Jace pressed the back of my head into the sofa, the other hand planted on my ass cheek, gripping with his fingernails. I was getting the dick down now. Deep and hard, full length thrusts.
“You won’t be walking straight tomorrow pig hole! I’m tearing this ass up!”
I heard Milo’s sloppy hole from the tv screen and the guys pointing it out.
“Look at that wet hole!”, one said.
“It’s leaking!”, said another.
“He loves it, look at him!”, said yet another.”
“I’m gonna fill your fucking pig hole up now bitch!”, Jace added.
Jace pulled me in for a bear hug as he wrapped his arms under my torso, and his ass flew up and down in a wild frenzy, prying open my assring and wrecking my cunt lips.
“Here it fucking cums, cumbucket!”
Jace bit my shoulder as I heard him breathe harder, I smelt liquor and pot on his breath as he injected me with his jizz.
Jace pulled out and I knew by now that Jace always expected me to clean him off with my mouth so I spun around and took him in, savoring the seed of my Alpha King, the primary dick in my life. The reason why I wake up every day, knowing that Jace’s dick will always need my holes.
I wasn’t even there 15 minutes at most. Jace got what he needed. I quietly slithered away from him. He was slumped in the sofa, hands behind his head, semi-hard dick glistening from the light of the tv screen.
The scene with Milo was over, there was just a blue screen.
I walked over towards my clothes hoping to escape without any further bursts of anger.
I was pulling on my pants when he blurted out.
“Fucking pig hole! Did I tell you you could go?”
“No”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going then?”
“I’m sorry, I thought you were done.”
Jace mocked me in a horrible tone,
“I’m sorry, I thought you were done. You know what you sound like, hole?”
“No”
“You sound like a fucking faggot! A fucking loser. You’re fucking weak! You’re not a man! You’re a fucking faggot! Get back over here!”
I pulled my pants off again and walked over to Jace. He was on fire tonight.
He reached for my jock and yanked it down my legs.
“Whose dick is in a fucking cage and whose is not, faggot?”
“Mine is and yours is not.”, I said meekly.
“Why is that, pig hole?”
“Because I’m a faggot and you’re superior to me.”
“What did you say? I didn’t hear you, pig hole!”
Jace whipped out his phone and started recording me.
“BECAUSE I’M A FAGGOT AND YOU ARE SUPERIOR TO ME!”, I yelled.
He put down his phone once he got what he wanted.
“I’m gonna send that to one of my buddies tonight, faggot. He really gets off on submissive white faggots like you.”
I just stared at Jace unsure what he wanted from me in this moment.
I hesitated a bit too long.
His hand grabbed my balls, pulled on them and squeezed them until I was screaming for mercy.
“Please! It hurts!”, I cried.
Jace just squeezed them even harder.
“You’re a fucking pansy, you know that, hole! Your voice is making me sick! Were you ever a man or did you always sound like this?”
I was in excruciating pain and didn’t answer.
Jace yanked on my nuts.
“I asked you a question pig hole!”
“I was never a man!”, I screeched in a high octave.
“I could have told you that, worthless piece of shit.”
Jace let go of my balls and spit in my face again, and then he slapped my left cheek twice this time.
“Get the fuck out of here. Now I’m done with you, fucking pig hole!”
I sprinted over to my pile of clothes before he changed his mind.
I put on my pants and decided to put the rest on out in the hallway. It would be safer that way.
As I walked into the street, a gush of Jace’s babymakers soaked my pants. That’s one of the hazards of wearing a jock and not briefs. I reached behind me and felt the wet spot. Thank goodness it was dark and nobody would notice it.
My phone pinged and there was a text from Jace with another phone number I didn’t recognize.
“My pig hole”, were the only words and a short video of me saying I was a faggot and Jace was superior to me.
The strange number responded with a laughing emoji followed by, “that’s right”, and nothing more.
When I walked into my building with the bright lights in the lobby, some dude I’d seen before from another floor got off the elevator.
“Hey man, are you ok? You don’t look so good”, he said.
“Yeah, I’m ok, thanks.”
“Uh huh. You have some dried cum on your cheek man. Go clean up, it’s gross!”
I stepped into the elevator and when I got into my apartment I headed towards the bathroom mirror and saw a dried white streak across my cheek. No mistaking what that was. I didn’t bother to wash it off. Instead deciding to wear it as a badge of honor.
I sat on the toilet to expel Jace’s load before bed and threw my clothes into the laundry basket.
It was very late and I had to work the next day. As I laid in bed I replayed the evening’s events in my mind. Images of me pissing at the urinal with my cage appeared and the one guy calling me a faggot. Then how Adam blew up at me. The married couple giving me $500 to suck off Ryan while his wife got herself off. How Jace used my throat and my ass, breeding me.
I placed my hand over my cage in appreciation of what it’s been doing for me. My cage has attracted more dick than I ever imagined. Then I reached further with a couple of fingers to feel my sore hole. My cunt lips were slightly swollen and my hole was a little gaped.
I smiled as I closed my eyes and thought about what might happen the next day, or the day after that, knowing the possibilities were endless.
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