Arham returned with a small dark bottle of oil — clear, scented faintly with sandalwood. He unscrewed the cap and poured a generous stream directly onto Krishnansh’s cockhead. The oil ran down the shaft in slow, warm rivulets, coating every inch, making the thick veins glisten under the dim lights. Krishnansh hissed at the sudden slick warmth — his cock jerked upward, more pre-cum mixing with the oil and dripping faster.Arham wrapped his hand around the base — firm, oiled grip — and started stroking. Slow. Deliberately slow. Long glides from root to tip, thumb swirling over the swollen glans on every upstroke, spreading the oil until the entire length shone. He kept the pace maddening — never fast enough to bring release, just enough to keep the edge sharp and unbearable.Krishnansh moaned — long, broken sounds that filled the room. His hips tried to thrust forward into the hand, but the suspension held him locked in place. His body arched helplessly — back curving, pecs straining against the clamps, chain tugging his nipples harder with every movement.“Please…” Krishnansh gasped. “Too much… let me cum… please…”Arham ignored the pleas completely. His hand kept the same torturous rhythm — slow, slick strokes, twisting slightly at the head each time to make Krishnansh’s thighs tremble.“Look at you,” Arham said quietly, voice thick with satisfaction. “Helpless. Arching like a desperate slut. Your body can’t stop begging even when your mouth does. Those massive pecs bouncing with every twitch. Your cock leaking oil and pre-cum all over my hand. You were made for this.”Krishnansh sobbed softly. “Stop… I can’t… it hurts…”Arham’s strokes slowed even more — almost stopping — letting Krishnansh feel the ache build deeper.
“I’m enjoying this sight too much,” Arham said. “You hanging there, completely at my mercy. Every muscle tense, every vein standing out, your hole twitching like it wants more. Your fans would kill to see their hero like this — the guy who flexes shirtless on reels, now bound and edged until he breaks.”He sped up just enough to bring Krishnansh right to the brink again — hand flying fast for ten seconds, then slowing to nothing. Krishnansh cried out in frustration, hips bucking uselessly.Arham leaned in close. “Tell me something, Krishnansh. What’s the maximum number of loads you can give me today?”Krishnansh whimpered. He couldn’t think. His cock throbbed in Arham’s oiled hand, prostate still aching from the toy earlier, balls tight and heavy.“I… I don’t know…” he whispered.Arham squeezed the base hard — just enough to make Krishnansh gasp. “Say a number. A big number. I want to hear it.”Krishnansh’s voice cracked. “Five… maybe…”Arham laughed softly. “Not enough. Try again.”Krishnansh sobbed. “Eight… please… I don’t know…”Arham stroked once — long and slow — then stopped. “Bigger. Say ten. Say you can give me ten loads today. If you deliver, I’ll give you a good surprise reward. If you don’t…” He let the threat hang. “I’ll have to see what happens.”Krishnansh’s mind was blank with need. The edging had gone on too long. His body was screaming for release.“Ten…” he whispered. “I’ll… I’ll try… ten…”Arham smiled. “Good boy.”He started stroking again — faster now, oiled hand gliding smoothly, thumb grinding the glans on every upstroke. Krishnansh moaned loud — desperate, pleading sounds.“That’s it,” Arham said. “Ten loads. You’re going to give me every single one. And you’re going to beg for each one like the good bull you are.”He kept the rhythm steady — pushing Krishnansh closer and closer, never letting him tip over.Krishnansh’s body arched helplessly in the suspension — pecs straining against the clamps, chain tugging his nipples, cock throbbing in Arham’s hand, hole clenching around nothing.
Arham kept the slow, oiled strokes going on Krishnansh’s cock — long, deliberate glides from base to tip, thumb circling the slick glans on every upstroke. The toy stayed buried deep, rocking gently so the curve pressed against his prostate in tiny, maddening pulses. Krishnansh’s body was a live wire — every muscle trembling, hips straining uselessly against the suspension chains, pecs heaving under the stretched nipple clamps, chain pulling taut with each desperate breath.“Please…” Krishnansh gasped again, voice raw and cracking. “I can’t… I need to cum… please let me cum…”Arham slowed his hand even more — barely moving now — just enough to keep the head swollen and leaking. He twisted the toy inside once, hard, grinding the tip directly into the prostate.Krishnansh’s back arched as far as the cuffs allowed. A high, broken moan tore from his throat. His cock jumped violently in Arham’s grip, pre-cum pouring out in thick drops that splattered onto his abs.“Not yet,” Arham said softly. “You’re so close. Look how your cock throbs. Look how your hole clenches around the toy. Your body is begging for it. But good bulls earn their loads.”He reached up with his free hand and grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps. He pulled it upward slowly — stretching both nipples at once, the rubber tips biting deeper into the dark buds. Krishnansh cried out — sharp, pained — his pecs lifting with the pull, muscle straining red and swollen.“Feel that?” Arham whispered. “Your pecs are so sensitive now. Every tug makes your cock jump. You love being stretched like this. You love being helpless.”He tugged the chain again — harder — making the clamps pull the nipples outward. Krishnansh’s whole body jerked. His cock pulsed in Arham’s hand, leaking even more.“Please…” Krishnansh sobbed. “I’ll do anything… just let me cum… I can’t take it… please…”Arham smiled darkly. “Ten loads. You promised ten. This is only the first. You’re going to give me every single one.”He released the chain — letting the clamps snap back, the sudden pull making Krishnansh whimper — then wrapped his hand tighter around the oiled shaft. He started stroking faster — firm, steady, twisting at the head each time.At the same time he rocked the toy deeper — quick, sharp thrusts that slammed the curve against the prostate over and over.Krishnansh’s moans turned frantic. “Yes… please… I’m close… please let me cum… I need it…”Arham leaned in close. “Cum for me now. Shoot it all over yourself. Show me how much you need this.”He sped up — hand flying fast over the slick cock, toy thrusting deep and hard, pounding the prostate relentlessly.Krishnansh’s body locked up. His back arched violently. A raw, guttural scream ripped from his throat as he came — massive, thick ropes shooting out in powerful arcs. The first spurt hit his own face — hot, sticky, landing across his cheek and lips. The second and third splattered across his heaving pecs, coating the clamped nipples and running down the deep center line. More ropes painted his abs, pooling in the carved blocks, dripping down his sides.He kept moaning — loud, broken, desperate — as Arham milked every drop, hand stroking through the orgasm until Krishnansh was shaking, spent, cum dripping from his chin, chest, and abs in thick white trails.Arham laughed softly — a low, satisfied sound.“Look at that mess,” he said. “All over your pretty face and those massive pecs. You shot like a fountain. Good boy.”He stepped back, admiring the sight: Krishnansh suspended, body glistening with oil and cum, pecs red and clamped, cock softening but still twitching, face streaked with his own load.“First of ten,” Arham said quietly. “Nine more to go.”Krishnansh whimpered weakly, head dropping forward, tears mixing with the cum on his face.
Arham stepped closer. He lifted Krishnansh’s chin with two fingers, forcing his head up so their eyes met.“You made quite a mess,” Arham said quietly. “All over that pretty face and those perfect pecs. Now you’re going to clean it up.”Krishnansh’s voice was hoarse. “Please… no more…”Arham ignored him. He scooped a thick glob of cum from Krishnansh’s cheek with his thumb and brought it to Krishnansh’s lips.“Open,” he said.Krishnansh’s lips parted weakly. Arham pushed the thumb inside — making him taste the warm, salty load. Krishnansh gagged softly, but Arham held his jaw steady.“Suck it clean,” Arham ordered.Krishnansh closed his lips around the thumb, sucking the cum off it. Tears ran faster down his face. Arham pulled the thumb out and gathered another thick streak from Krishnansh’s pecs — right over the left nipple. He fed it to him the same way — slow, deliberate, forcing Krishnansh to lick and swallow every bit.Again and again. Arham scooped from the chest, the abs, the chin — feeding it back to Krishnansh until the worst of the mess was gone. Krishnansh swallowed each time, throat working hard, shame burning through him with every gulp.When the visible cum was mostly cleaned from his face and body, Arham wiped his own fingers on Krishnansh’s lower lip.“Good boy,” he said softly. “You ate it all like you were meant to.”Krishnansh whimpered, head dropping forward. “Please… let me go…”Arham reached for a small vial on the side tray — clear liquid, no label. He uncapped it and held it to Krishnansh’s lips.“One more thing,” Arham said. “To make sure you can give me the rest of those ten loads you promised. Open.”Krishnansh shook his head weakly. “No… I can’t… I’m empty…”Arham tilted the vial. “Drink.”The liquid was bitter and slightly sweet. Krishnansh swallowed reflexively — a few drops spilling down his chin. Arham poured the rest slowly, making sure he took it all.“Viagra liquid,” Arham explained. “Fast-acting. In a few minutes you’ll feel the blood rush back. You’ll get hard again. Aching. Ready for more milking.”Krishnansh’s eyes filled with fresh tears. “Please… no more… I can’t take it…”Arham stroked his cheek. “You can. And you will. Your body is built for this — all those fans drooling over your reels, wishing they could own you. Now you’re mine to milk until I’m satisfied.”He stepped back and admired Krishnansh — suspended, cum-streaked, nipples clamped, cock already starting to thicken again from the drug, hole still slick and open.“Ten loads,” Arham said quietly. “You’re going to give me every single one. And you’re going to thank me after each.”He wrapped his hand around Krishnansh’s cock once more — slow, firm strokes starting as the Viagra began to kick in. Krishnansh’s shaft swelled quickly — hardening in Arham’s grip, veins standing out, head flushing dark again.Krishnansh moaned — low, defeated. “Please… I’m so tired…”Arham stroked faster. “Tired bulls still give milk. And you’re going to give me plenty.”Krishnansh’s hips jerked forward into the hand despite himself. The ache was building again — deep, insistent, unstoppable.Arham smiled.“Second load coming soon,” he whispered. “Beg for it.”Krishnansh’s voice broke. “Please… milk me… I need it… please…”Arham kept stroking — slow, relentless, pushing him right back to the edge.
Krishnansh’s body convulsed in the suspension rig as the second load ripped through him. His cock jerked violently, shooting thick ropes that splattered across his already cum-streaked pecs, dripping down the deep center line and pooling in his navel. The orgasm was weaker than the first but still forceful — his hips bucked against the chains, moans turning into hoarse, broken cries. When the spurts finally slowed to dribbles, he sagged as much as the restraints allowed, chest heaving, sweat pouring off him.Arham caught the last few drops in his palm, then brought the hand to Krishnansh’s lips.“Open,” he said quietly.Krishnansh’s mouth parted automatically now — too exhausted to fight. Arham fed him the warm, thick cum, pushing it onto his tongue. Krishnansh swallowed reflexively, gagging softly at the taste that coated his mouth again. Tears ran silently down his cheeks.Arham wiped his hand on Krishnansh’s lower lip. “Good. You’re learning.”He stepped back and looked at Krishnansh’s cock — still semi-hard, the head swollen and dark red from overuse, every vein standing out, glistening with oil, cum, and pre-cum. The glans looked painfully sensitive — shiny, almost raw.Arham reached down and brushed his thumb lightly across the tip — just one slow circle over the glans.Krishnansh’s entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. A high, desperate whimper tore from his throat.“Too sensitive… please… don’t touch it… it hurts…”Arham’s thumb kept moving — slow, light polishing circles right over the head. The skin was so tender now that even the slightest pressure felt like fire. Krishnansh’s hips tried to pull away, but the chains held him open.“You’re even more sensitive after cumming,” Arham said softly. “Look how it twitches. Every little touch makes you jump. Your body is learning to crave it — even when it hurts.”Krishnansh sobbed. “Stop… I can’t… please…”Arham’s thumb kept polishing — round and round, pressing just enough to make the slit flare open, pre-cum leaking again despite the pain. Krishnansh’s cock hardened quickly — swelling back to full erection in under a minute, veins throbbing, head flushed angry red.Arham smiled. “Already ready for the third. Your body wants it. It doesn’t care that it hurts.”He wrapped his hand around the shaft — oiled, slick, tight — and started stroking again — slow at first, then faster. Krishnansh cried out — the friction on his oversensitive glans was unbearable, pleasure and pain twisting together until he couldn’t tell them apart.“Please… no… I can’t cum again… it’s too much… stop…”Arham ignored him. He stroked faster — hand gliding smoothly, thumb grinding the glans on every upstroke. Krishnansh’s moans turned into frantic, pleading sobs.“I can’t… I can’t hold it… please let me cum… I’ll do anything…”Arham slowed just enough to keep him on the edge. “You said ten loads. You’re only at two. Beg properly.”Krishnansh broke. “Please… milk me… third load… I need it… please… I’m begging…”Arham sped up — fast, firm strokes, hand twisting at the head.“Cum,” he ordered.Krishnansh’s body locked up. A strangled scream tore from his throat as the third load shot out — weaker than the first two, but still thick, splattering across his lower abs and dripping down his shaft. His hips bucked wildly, cuffs rattling, pecs heaving under the clamps.When the spurts stopped, he collapsed forward as much as the suspension allowed, sobbing quietly.Arham scooped the fresh cum from his abs and brought it to Krishnansh’s lips again.“Eat.”Krishnansh opened his mouth without protest now — too broken to fight. He licked and swallowed the warm load, tears streaming down his face.Arham fed him every drop, then wiped his fingers on Krishnansh’s lower lip.“Three down,” he said softly. “Seven to go.”Krishnansh’s voice was barely a whisper. “I can’t… I can’t do more… please… let me go…”Arham leaned in close. “If you give me ten full loads tonight, I’ll delete every video. All of them. You’ll be free. No more blackmail. No more visits. You can go back to your life — your girlfriend, your followers, your football. A free bird.”Krishnansh’s eyes filled with desperate hope. “You promise?”Arham nodded. “I promise. But you have to deliver. Ten loads. No less. If you can’t… I’ll have to keep the videos. And we’ll keep going until you can.”Krishnansh sobbed once, then nodded weakly. “I’ll try… I’ll try…”Arham smiled. “Good boy.”He wrapped his hand around Krishnansh’s cock again — already starting to harden from the lingering Viagra and the constant prostate pressure. He stroked slowly — building him back up.“Seven more,” Arham whispered. “You’re going to give them all to me.”Krishnansh closed his eyes, tears falling silently.He had no choice.He would try.
Arham stood close behind Krishnansh, the suspension rig holding him perfectly open and helpless — chest arched, pecs thrust forward, nipples already swollen and red from the clamps. The chain between the clamps dangled taut, pulling both buds outward with every shallow breath Krishnansh took.Arham reached up and gently took the chain in his fingers. He lifted it slowly toward Krishnansh’s mouth.“Open,” he said quietly.Krishnansh’s lips parted on instinct — too exhausted to fight. Arham slipped the metal chain between his teeth.“Hold it there,” Arham ordered. “Bite down gently. Don’t let it drop.”Krishnansh closed his teeth around the chain. The pull was immediate — sharp, constant tension stretching both nipples outward and upward. His pecs lifted slightly with the strain, the heavy muscle trembling under the pull. Every tiny movement of his head tugged the clamps harder, sending fresh stings through his chest.Arham stepped back and admired the sight — Krishnansh’s mouth stuffed with the chain, nipples stretched painfully long, pecs quivering, cock standing rigid and leaking between his spread thighs.“Perfect,” Arham murmured. “Keep that chain in your mouth. If it falls, we start the count over.”Krishnansh whimpered around the metal, drool already pooling at the corners of his lips. The constant stretch on his nipples made his cock throb harder — the pain feeding the ache between his legs.Arham poured more oil — a thick stream straight onto Krishnansh’s cockhead. It ran down the shaft in warm rivulets, coating every inch until the entire length glistened. He wrapped his hand around the base and started stroking again — slow, slick, deliberate.The fourth load was building fast. Krishnansh’s body was oversensitive — every stroke felt like fire on his glans, every tug on the chain sent jolts straight to his cock. He moaned around the chain, drool dripping down his chin, mixing with the drying cum from earlier.“Please…” he mumbled through clenched teeth, voice muffled and broken. “I can’t… too much… stop…”Arham’s hand kept moving — slow, teasing strokes, thumb polishing the head on every upstroke. The oil made it glide perfectly, amplifying every sensation.“You’re doing so well,” Arham said softly. “Three loads already. You’re at four now. Keep going. You want to be free, don’t you? Ten loads and the videos disappear. You can be a free bird again.”Krishnansh sobbed around the chain. He knew ten was impossible. His body was wrecked — drained, aching, every touch agony. But the promise of freedom kept him trying. He needed it. Needed to get out.Arham sped up slightly — hand flying faster, twisting at the head, grinding his thumb into the slit. Krishnansh’s hips jerked forward as much as the chains allowed, moans turning into high, desperate cries.“Please… let me cum… I can’t hold it… please…”Arham’s other hand tugged the chain lightly — stretching the nipples even more. Krishnansh screamed around the metal, body arching, pecs bouncing with the pull.“Cum,” Arham ordered. “Fourth load. Now.”Krishnansh’s body seized. A strangled cry escaped around the chain as he came again — weaker this time, but still thick ropes shooting out, splattering across his abs and lower pecs. His cock pulsed hard in Arham’s hand, milking out every drop until he was shaking, spent, drool and tears dripping from his face.Arham released the chain from Krishnansh’s mouth. It fell back against his chest, clamps tugging the nipples one last time. Krishnansh gasped for air, sobbing quietly.“Four,” Arham said. “Six more to go.”Krishnansh’s voice was barely a whisper. “I can’t… I can’t do ten… please… it’s too much…”Arham stroked his cheek gently. “You’ll try. For your freedom. You promised.”He poured more oil onto Krishnansh’s cock — already starting to harden again — and wrapped his hand around it once more.“Five coming up,” Arham said softly. “Beg for it.”Krishnansh closed his eyes, tears falling.“Please… milk me… fifth load… I’ll try… please…”
Krishnansh's body was completely spent, trembling in the suspension rig like a broken machine. His chest heaved with every shallow breath, pecs still red and swollen from the clamps and earlier slaps, nipples stretched and throbbing. Cum from the fourth load still glistened on his abs and lower chest, mixing with sweat. His cock — painfully hard again from the Viagra — hung heavy between his spread thighs, the head dark and oversensitive, every slight movement sending sharp jolts through him.Arham stepped away briefly. When he returned, he held a thicker, longer toy — 8 inches of smooth black silicone, curved upward with a pronounced bulb at the tip for deeper prostate pressure, flared base to keep it secure.Krishnansh's eyes widened. “No… please… that’s too big… I can’t…”Arham poured fresh lube over the toy, coating it thickly. “Your hole is still tight. Virgin territory. This will stretch you properly — open you up so I can milk that prostate deeper. You need this for the next loads.”Krishnansh shook his head weakly. “I can’t take more… please… I’m begging… stop…”Arham pressed the rounded tip against Krishnansh’s slick, puffy hole. The stretch began immediately — wider than anything before. Krishnansh cried out as the head popped past the ring, the thick shaft sliding in slowly, inch by inch.“Relax,” Arham said firmly. “Breathe. Let it fill you.”He kept pushing until the full 8 inches were buried — the bulb pressing hard against the prostate, deeper than the previous toy. Krishnansh’s back arched as far as the cuffs allowed. A raw scream tore from his throat.“Too big… it hurts… take it out… please…”Arham started a slow rhythm — shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, each one slamming the bulb directly into the prostate. Krishnansh’s cock jumped with every hit, pre-cum pouring out in thick drops.Arham wrapped his other hand around Krishnansh’s shaft and slapped the hard length — sharp, quick hits along the underside, then the top, then the glans. The slaps were loud, wet from the oil and pre-cum. Each one made Krishnansh yelp and jerk, the pain mixing with the deep prostate pressure.“You’re taking it so well,” Arham said. “Look how your cock leaks every time I slap it. Your body loves being punished.”Krishnansh sobbed. “Please… stop hitting it… I can’t… it’s too sensitive… I can’t cum again…”Arham slapped the cock harder — five quick strikes right across the head. Krishnansh screamed, hips bucking wildly.“You will cum,” Arham said. “Fifth load. Give it to me.”He sped up the toy thrusts — deep, hard, pounding the prostate relentlessly — while his hand stroked the cock fast and tight, slapping it between strokes.Krishnansh’s moans turned frantic. “I can’t… please… it’s too much… I’m gonna cum… stop… mercy…”Arham kept going — toy slamming deep, hand flying, cock getting slapped hard every few strokes.“Cum,” Arham ordered. “Fifth load. Now.”Krishnansh’s body seized. A strangled scream ripped from his throat as he came again — weaker, thinner spurts shooting across his abs, some hitting his lower pecs. His cock pulsed painfully, milking out every drop until he was shaking, sobbing, completely drained.Arham caught the load in his palm and brought it to Krishnansh’s lips.“Eat.”Krishnansh opened his mouth without resistance. Arham fed him the warm cum — thick globs coating his tongue. Krishnansh swallowed, tears streaming down his face.When it was gone, Krishnansh’s voice broke. “I can’t… I can’t do more… please… stop… I’m done… I quit…”Arham wiped his hand on Krishnansh’s thigh. “You said ten. You promised ten for your freedom. If you quit now, the videos stay. They go out. Your followers see everything. Your girlfriend sees. Your life ends.”Krishnansh sobbed harder. “I know… but I can’t… it hurts too much… I’m empty… please… let me go…”Arham leaned in close. “You’ll try. For your freedom. You’re not empty yet. Your body still responds. You’ll give me six more. Or I send the videos tonight.”Krishnansh closed his eyes, tears falling silently.He had no strength left to fight.He would try.Because he had no choice.
Krishnansh’s body was a wreck in the suspension rig — wrists and ankles still locked, hips lifted high, chest heaving, pecs red and swollen from the clamps, cum drying in sticky trails across his abs and face. His cock — raw, oversensitive, still half-hard from the Viagra — hung heavy between his quads, twitching with every shallow breath. Tears streaked his cheeks. His voice was gone to hoarse whispers.Arham stepped in front of him again. He wrapped his hand around Krishnansh’s cock once more — loose grip, thumb brushing the tender glans in a single slow circle.Krishnansh’s hips jerked forward involuntarily. A broken sob tore from his throat.“No… please…” he begged, voice cracking. “Let me go… I can’t… I don’t want to continue… please… I’m done… mercy…”Arham’s thumb paused on the head. He tilted his head, studying Krishnansh’s tear-streaked face.“Are you sure?” Arham asked quietly. “You said ten loads. You begged for freedom. You said you’d do anything. Now you want to quit?”Krishnansh nodded frantically, tears falling faster. “Yes… I’m sure… I can’t… it hurts too much… I’m empty… please… just let me go…”Arham studied him for a long moment. Then he nodded once.“Alright.”He reached up and unlocked the wrist cuffs first — soft clicks as the Velcro released. Krishnansh’s arms fell limp. Then the ankle cuffs. Krishnansh’s legs dropped, hips finally collapsing onto the padded table with a soft thud. He curled onto his side immediately, body shaking, trying to cover himself with his arms. His ass stung, hole tender, nipples throbbing, cock aching with every heartbeat.Arham walked to a side shelf and returned with a pair of very tight black shorts — compression fabric, barely more than underwear — and a thin, see-through white sando that would cling to every curve of his pecs and abs.“Put these on,” Arham said. “You can leave.”Krishnansh took the clothes with trembling hands. He sat up slowly on the table edge, wincing as the movement pulled at his sore body. He stepped into the shorts first — they were impossibly tight, squeezing his thighs and cupping his cock and balls so snugly the outline was obscene. The sando was next — sheer fabric that turned almost transparent against his sweaty skin, nipples dark and visible, pecs outlined perfectly.He dressed in silence. Arham watched every movement, eyes calm.When Krishnansh was finished, he stood there — legs unsteady, shoulders slumped, eyes down. He didn’t move toward the door.He just stood.Pleading eyes lifted to Arham’s face — red-rimmed, glassy, full of exhaustion and quiet desperation.No words. Just that look.Begging for mercy he couldn’t voice anymore.Arham met his gaze. For a long moment neither spoke.Then Arham stepped forward, close enough that Krishnansh could feel his warmth.“You’re free to leave,” Arham said softly. “The videos stay with me. For now. But if you change your mind… if you want them gone… you know where to find me.”Krishnansh’s lower lip trembled. He looked down at the floor again.He turned slowly. Walked to the door on unsteady legs.Opened it.Stepped into the hallway.The door closed behind him with a soft click.He stood there for a few seconds — alone in the corridor — chest rising and falling, body aching, mind numb.Then he started walking.One foot in front of the other.Toward the exit.Toward home.Toward whatever came next.
Krishnansh stumbled into the apartment just after 10 PM. The door closed behind him with a soft click that felt too loud in the quiet space. Prerna was already in bed, lights dim, scrolling her phone under the blanket. She looked up when she heard him.“Hey… you’re late. Everything okay?”He nodded without meeting her eyes, kicking off his shoes by the door. “Yeah. Just… long day.”His voice sounded hollow even to himself. He walked past her to the bedroom, peeling off the tight compression shirt as he went. The fabric was still damp with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to his bruised pecs. He tossed it on the chair and dropped onto the mattress in just the track pants — no underwear, the loose cotton rubbing against his raw, tender skin with every shift. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms at his sides.Prerna set her phone aside and slid closer, curling against his side. Her hand rested lightly on his bare chest.“You’re freezing,” she murmured. “And you’re shaking. What happened?”Krishnansh swallowed hard. “Nothing. Just tired. Gym was brutal. Need sleep.”She kissed his shoulder softly. “You sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”He turned his head away slightly. “I’m fine. Just… let me sleep, okay?”Prerna hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. I love you.”She turned off the lamp. The room went dark.Krishnansh lay awake for hours. His body ached in places he couldn’t explain to her — nipples still tender, ass stinging from the slap, cock sore from the relentless edging and milking. But worse was his mind. The video. The cup. The taste of his own cum forced into his mouth. Arham’s calm voice. The promise of ten loads for freedom he hadn’t been able to deliver.He finally drifted off sometime after 3 AM — fitful, restless sleep.Morning came too soon. Sunlight sliced through the curtains. Prerna was already up, the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen. Krishnansh woke with a jolt, heart racing, the memories crashing back instantly. His hand shot to his phone on the nightstand.No new messages.He exhaled shakily. Still nothing.He dragged himself out of bed. Pulled on a loose t-shirt and shorts. No underwear again — he couldn’t face anything tight against his sensitive skin. He went through the motions: protein shake, light stretch (avoiding anything that pulled on his chest or glutes), quick shower (eyes closed, avoiding the mirror). But every quiet moment the fear returned.He wished — desperately — that he could have pushed through five more loads yesterday. Maybe then Arham would have deleted everything. Maybe then he’d be free. But he couldn’t. His body had given out. He had failed.The day dragged. He avoided the gym — told himself he needed recovery. Posted a simple story — fully clothed, just a coffee cup and caption “Rest day” — but the comments still came: “Looking good bro ” “When’s the next shirtless reel?” He stared at them until his eyes burned.Night fell again. Prerna was asleep beside him. Krishnansh lay awake, phone in his hand, staring at the screen.It buzzed.Unknown number.His heart stopped.He opened the message.A single photo.The glass cup from the clinic — full of his cum. Timestamped February 27.Below it, one line of text:“First batch sold. Buyer loved the video — especially your face begging. Said it made it real. More buyers lined up. Be good.”Krishnansh’s breath caught in his throat.He typed back immediately, fingers shaking so badly he had to retype twice.“Did you send him the video? My face? Please tell me you didn’t… please delete everything… I’ll pay… I’ll do anything… please…”Send.No reply.He typed again.“Did you send the videos? My face? Tell me… please…”Nothing.He refreshed. Again. Again.Silence.He stared at the screen, tears blurring his vision.The buyer had seen everything.His face.His begging.His cum.And there were more buyers waiting.He was trapped.And the silence was louder than ever.
Krishnansh couldn't sit still anymore. The silence from the unknown number was eating him up inside. He had to face the doctor again and make him delete that video. He grabbed his keys and headed to the clinic, heart pounding the whole way. When he got there, the receptionist looked up with a surprised smile.“Mr. Arora? Dr. Arham is out of town for a few days. He’ll be back soon. Do you want to book an appointment?”Krishnansh felt his stomach drop. He muttered something about coming back later and left. The ride home was a blur. He kept checking his phone. Nothing. No reply. He waited all day, staring at the screen, jumping at every notification. But it was all in vain. No message. No sign.A week passed like that. Krishnansh tried to act normal, but it was hard. Prerna kept asking what was wrong. He said it was just tournament stress. He went to the gym, posted reels, answered DMs, but everything felt fake. He avoided shirtless videos — too many comments about his pecs made him think of the doctor's hands. At night he lay awake, replaying the clinic in his head, his body betraying him with random twitches when the memories hit too hard.One evening he was on the couch, just in his undies, resting with arms up behind his head and legs spread wide. He was waiting for Prerna to come home. She had texted she was in the mood for a deep, sloppy blowjob — her words, not his. He needed it. Needed to feel normal again, to remind himself he was straight, that this was his life.His phone buzzed on the table. He grabbed it fast, thinking it was her.Unknown number.His heart stopped.The message: “Got a new device. Can help you deliver 10 loads in one session. Wanna try?”Krishnansh stared at the screen. His hands shook. It was the doctor. Unexpected. After all the silence. He wondered what kind of device it was. Wondered if it could really help him finish what he started and get free. The videos deleted. His life back.He typed back: “Yes. I’ll do it. To get free.”The reply came quick: “Good choice. Fuck your girlfriend today as much as you want. We meet tomorrow. I’ll send location.”Krishnansh put the phone down. His mind raced. Fuck Prerna as much as he wanted? Why? But he didn’t ask. He just waited for her to come home.The door opened. Prerna walked in, smiling when she saw him on the couch like that — undies only, arms up, legs spread, body on full display.“Hey you,” she said, voice playful. “Looking ready for me.”Krishnansh stood up and pulled her close. He kissed her hard — desperate, needy. He needed this. Needed to feel like himself again.She laughed against his lips. “Wow… someone’s in a mood.”He didn’t answer. Just lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom.
He pinned her on bed and undressed her immediately enjoying the curves of her body with his eyes for a few seconds and immediately proceeding to to her clit and eat her. She starts to clench her fingers in the bedsheet as Krishnansh ate her deep with his tongue, gently biting her all around. The process made prerna close very close. He devoured her with his lips until she was shaking, thighs trembling.“Cum,” he growled against her. “Cum on my tongue.”She did — hard — whole body convulsing, moaning his name like a chant while he licked her through it, not stopping until she was whimpering from oversensitivity.He pulled back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and lined himself up behind her.One hard thrust — all the way in. Prerna screamed again, back arching. He fucked her like he was trying to break her — deep, brutal strokes that made the bed shake, hands gripping her hips so tight she’d bruise. He slapped her ass hard — once, twice — the sound ringing out with every thrust.“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”“Yours—fuck—yours—”He reached around and pinched her clit, rubbing fast circles while he pounded into her.She came again — screaming, walls clamping around him like a vice. Krishnansh groaned, thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release.He pulled out at the last second, flipped her onto her back, straddled her chest, and stroked himself fast over her face.“Open,” he ordered.Prerna obeyed. He came hard — thick ropes shooting across her tongue, her cheeks, her chin. She moaned, swallowing what landed in her mouth, the rest dripping down her neck.He collapsed beside her, both of them gasping.Prerna turned her head, cum still on her face, and smiled weakly.“Jesus… Krish… what the hell was that?”He stared at the ceiling, chest rising and falling.“Just… needed you,” he lied.She curled against him, head on his chest.“I love you,” she whispered.Krishnansh wrapped an arm around her, but he didn’t close his eyes.Because he knew tomorrow he was going back to Arham’s house.And whatever “device” the doctor had waiting was going to break him all over again.He just hoped — prayed — it would finally end this.
Morning came gray and heavy. He told Prerna he had an early gym session. She kissed him goodbye, still sleepy, and he left before she could ask why his hands were shaking.The auto ride to Arham’s house felt endless. He kept checking his phone — no new messages, no new threats. Just silence. But the memory of Arham’s voice — “good boy” — looped in his head like a broken record.He reached the address — a quiet, upscale apartment building. Ground floor. He rang the bell.The door opened almost immediately.Arham stood there in a plain black t-shirt and joggers, barefoot, smiling like this was a normal visit between friends.“Krishnansh,” he said warmly. “Right on time. Come in.”Krishnansh stepped inside. The door closed with a soft click behind him. The flat smelled faintly of sandalwood and something metallic — maybe cleaning products, maybe something else.Arham looked him up and down slowly — taking in the tight compression shirt hugging his pecs, the shorts outlining his quads and the obvious bulge in front, no underwear underneath.“How was the sex last night?” Arham asked casually, like he was asking about the weather. “Did you fuck her? As much as you wanted?”Krishnansh’s face burned. He looked down at the floor.“Yeah,” he muttered. “I did.”Arham’s smile widened. “Good. I’m glad you followed instructions. She must have loved it — getting railed by her big, strong boyfriend after everything you went through yesterday.”Krishnansh didn’t answer. He just stood there, fists clenched at his sides.Arham stepped closer. “Strip again.”Krishnansh’s breath hitched. “What?”“Strip. Everything off. Same as yesterday.”Krishnansh hesitated. His hands shook. But the weight of the video — the buyer who had seen his face begging — pressed down on him like a stone.He peeled off the compression shirt first. The fabric dragged over his skin, leaving his massive pecs bare — still faintly marked from yesterday’s clamps and slaps. Then the shorts — he pushed them down slowly, stepping out of them. Naked again. Cock already half-hard from the humiliation and the memory.Arham’s eyes roamed over him — hungry, possessive. “Perfect. Just like I remember.”Krishnansh swallowed. “What’s the device? You said it could help me give ten loads.”Arham’s smile turned almost gentle. “It’s a surprise. But for it to work properly, you need to be blindfolded. Trust is important.”He walked to a side table and picked up a black silk blindfold — soft, wide, the kind used for sleep masks but clearly meant for something else.Krishnansh took a step back. “No… I don’t—”Arham stepped closer, voice low. “You want the videos gone? You want to be free? Then let me blindfold you. It’s part of the process. You’ll be safe. I promise.”Krishnansh’s heart hammered. He thought of the video. The buyer. The silence. The fear that had eaten him alive for days.He closed his eyes.Arham stepped behind him and tied the blindfold over his eyes — snug, total darkness. The silk was cool against his skin. Krishnansh’s world narrowed to sound and touch — Arham’s steady breathing, the faint scent of his cologne, the soft carpet under his bare feet.Arham’s hand rested on his lower back — guiding, possessive.“Good boy,” he whispered. “Now we begin.”Krishnansh’s body tensed. Blind, naked, helpless.
Krishnansh stood completely naked in the middle of the room, blindfolded, the silk tight against his eyes. Darkness swallowed everything. He could hear Arham moving around him — soft footsteps on the carpet, the faint rustle of something being taken from a drawer. His heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his throat. His cock hung heavy between his legs, still half-hard from the earlier teasing and the fear that made everything feel too sharp.Then came the sound — a soft metallic clanking. Metal on metal. Small, precise clicks. Like chains or locks being handled.Krishnansh’s breath caught. “What… what is that?”Arham didn’t answer right away. He stepped closer. Krishnansh felt the warmth of his body near his own. Then Arham’s hand wrapped around his cock — firm, warm grip at the base.Krishnansh gasped. “Doc… wait… what are you doing?”“Shhh,” Arham said calmly. “This is the device I told you about. It will help you give me those ten loads. Just stay still.”Krishnansh felt something cold and hard press against the base of his cock. Metal. Smooth. Arham’s fingers worked carefully — sliding a ring around the base, behind his balls, fitting it snug. The metal was cool against his warm skin. Krishnansh didn’t understand what it was. It felt like a ring, but heavier. Then Arham slid something else over the shaft — a curved, solid piece of metal that encased his entire cock, pressing it downward.“What is this thing?” Krishnansh whispered, voice shaking. “It feels… cold… heavy…”Arham didn’t explain. He just kept working — adjusting the metal cage around his cock, making sure it fit perfectly. Krishnansh felt the weight of it, the way it trapped him completely, the way his cock filled the tight space but couldn’t grow freely. Then came the final click — a small padlock snapping shut at the base.The sound made Krishnansh flinch.Arham stepped back. For a long moment there was only silence.Then Arham reached up and gently removed the blindfold.Krishnansh blinked against the sudden light. He looked down.A shiny metal chastity cage was locked around his cock. The ring sat snug behind his balls, the curved tube encased his entire shaft, pressing it downward. A small padlock gleamed at the base. His cock was completely trapped — unable to get fully hard, unable to be touched.Krishnansh’s eyes widened in horror. “What… what is this? Take it off… please…”Arham smiled calmly. “This is the device. It will help you build up those loads. You’ll stay locked until I decide it’s time to milk you. Ten loads. Just like you promised.”Krishnansh stared at the cage, panic rising in his chest. His cock twitched uselessly inside the metal prison.
Krishnansh stared down at the shiny metal cage locked around his cock. The ring sat snug behind his balls, the curved tube pressed his shaft downward, trapping it completely. A small padlock gleamed at the base. His cock tried to twitch inside the tight space but couldn’t get fully hard. The weight felt strange and heavy between his legs.Arham stood in front of him, calm as ever.“This device will help you,” Arham said. “One month should be enough time for you to build up and give me ten good loads in one single session. At the end of one month, we will meet again. You will come here, and I will milk you until you deliver all ten loads.”Krishnansh froze. His mind went blank for a second.One month.The words echoed in his head. One whole month locked like this. How was he supposed to manage? Prerna would notice something was wrong. She liked touching him, riding him, feeling him inside her. How would he explain why he couldn’t get fully hard or why he didn’t want sex? The gym would be torture — every squat, every run, every movement would remind him of the cage rubbing against his skin. Football training, sprints, changing in the locker room — someone might see the outline. Running in the morning with the cage bouncing between his legs. The constant discomfort, the leaks, the ache. He would have to hide it every single day.His face went pale. “One month?” he whispered. “I can’t… how am I supposed to live like this for one month?”Arham’s voice stayed calm. “You can come anytime sooner if you think you are ready. If you believe you can give me ten loads in one session before the month ends, just message me. We will do it earlier. But if you come and you cannot deliver ten loads…”Arham paused, letting the silence fill the room.“Then the locking period will be doubled. Two months.”Krishnansh felt the blood drain from his face. Two months. The thought made his knees weak. He stood there, naked, caged, still in shock, trying to process what Arham had just said.He couldn’t speak. His mind was spinning with fear, shame, and the heavy weight of the metal between his legs.Arham smiled softly. “Think about it. You have time. But remember — the longer you wait, the harder it will be to reach ten loads in one go.”Krishnansh remained frozen, eyes wide, body trembling slightly.He was still under the shock.
He swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper.“Okay,” he said. “I agree. One month. I’ll try.”Arham smiled, satisfied. “Good choice. You can get dressed now.”Krishnansh bent down slowly, legs still shaky, and picked up his clothes from the floor. He pulled on the tight compression shirt first. The fabric stretched over his chest, rubbing against his still sensitive nipples. Then the shorts. The material felt strange against his bare cock and balls, the cage pressing uncomfortably inside. Every movement reminded him of the metal locked around him.He stood there for a moment, fully dressed, looking down at himself. From the outside he looked normal. But inside he felt completely different. Trapped. Owned.Arham walked him to the door. “Remember, you can come earlier if you think you can deliver the ten loads. But if you fail when you come, the time doubles. Be smart about it.”Krishnansh nodded without looking at him. He stepped out into the hallway, the door closing softly behind him.The walk to the auto felt endless. Every step made the cage shift and tug. He kept his head down, hands in his pockets, trying to act like nothing was wrong. In the auto he sat with his legs pressed together, staring out the window, mind racing with fear and regret.How was he going to survive one month like this?When he reached home, Prerna was waiting on the couch. She smiled when she saw him.“You’re back. Everything okay?”Krishnansh forced a tired smile. “Yeah. Just tired. I think I’ll sleep early tonight.”He went straight to the bedroom, changed into loose shorts and a t-shirt, and lay down. Prerna followed, curling up beside him.But Krishnansh didn’t sleep much. He lay awake, feeling the cage, feeling the weight of the promise he had just made.One month.Ten loads.Or everything would get worse.He closed his eyes and tried to breathe.
Krishnansh walked into the gym around 7 PM, the familiar smell of sweat and rubber mats hitting him as soon as he stepped through the door. It was his first session since the cage was locked on him. He had avoided coming for two days, telling himself he needed rest, but he knew he couldn’t stay away forever. The tournament was coming up and he had to keep training.He changed in the locker room slowly, keeping his back to the other guys. When he pulled down his track pants, the metal cage caught the light for a second. He quickly put on his gym shorts — loose ones today, hoping they would hide the bulge better. The cage felt heavy between his legs, the ring pressing behind his balls, the tube trapping his cock downward. Every step made it shift and tug. He could feel the cool metal against his skin, rubbing slightly when he moved.In the mirror he looked normal — black tank top hugging his chest, shorts hanging low on his hips, powerful quads showing. But inside he felt completely different. He kept thinking about how he couldn’t get hard properly anymore. How he had to hide this from Prerna. How one wrong move in the locker room and someone might notice the strange shape.He started with light cardio on the treadmill. The moment he began running, the cage bounced with every stride. The metal tugged at his balls, rubbed against his cock head. It wasn’t painful exactly, but it was constant. Uncomfortable. Distracting. He tried to focus on his form, but his mind kept drifting back to the doctor’s words. One month. Ten loads. The video. The buyer who had seen his face.After ten minutes he was already sweating more than usual. His cock was trying to get hard inside the cage, the pressure building, but the metal wouldn’t let it. It just made everything ache more. He stepped off the treadmill, breathing hard, and moved to the weights.Squats were the worst. When he lowered himself, the cage pressed hard against his balls and the base of his cock. When he pushed up, it tugged downward. Every rep sent a strange mix of discomfort and unwanted sparks through him. His quads burned like normal, but the cage made it harder to concentrate. He could feel himself leaking inside the tube, the pre-cum making everything slick and slippery.He caught his reflection in the mirror wall. His tank was already dark with sweat, clinging to his massive pecs. The way they bounced with each squat made him think of all the comments on his reels — “those pecs are insane”, “drooling over that chest”. Now he was here, caged, trying to act normal while his body was locked and controlled by someone else.A guy from his football team walked past and nodded. “Looking strong, bro. Ready for the tournament?”Krishnansh forced a smile. “Yeah… trying to be.”He finished his sets quickly, skipping the heavier weights he usually did. Changing back in the locker room was another nightmare. He kept his towel wrapped tight around his waist, turning away from everyone while he dressed. The cage felt even more obvious now, the metal outline pressing against the fabric of his shorts.On the way home in the auto, he sat with his legs pressed together. Every bump in the road made the cage tug. He kept thinking the same thing over and over.How am I going to do this for a whole month?When he reached home, Prerna was waiting with dinner. She smiled when she saw him.“You look tired. Come eat.”He sat across from her, trying to act normal. But inside he was terrified. The cage was still there. The video was still out there. And he had no idea how he was going to survive the next thirty days.The first gym session after the cage was over.But the real test had just begun.
He headed straight for the bedroom, avoiding her eyes. He could feel her watching him, but he didn’t stop. Inside the bedroom he closed the door softly and leaned against it for a second, breathing hard. His mind wouldn’t stop racing.What if she notices? What if she tries to touch me tonight? What if she wants to go down on me like she sometimes does? How do I explain this thing locked on my cock? She’ll freak out. She’ll think I’m hiding something. She’ll ask questions. She’ll look at me differently. I’m supposed to be the strong one, the guy who fucks her hard and makes her scream. Not this… caged, broken thing.He peeled off his gym shirt, then his shorts. The cage was still there — shiny, unyielding, the metal warm from his body heat but still foreign. His cock was trapped inside the tube, the head visible through the slit, already leaking a little from the constant pressure and the gym-induced blood flow. He stared at it in the mirror. From the outside he looked normal — muscular, tall, the same guy everyone envied. But inside he felt small. Controlled. Owned.He pulled on loose sleep shorts (no underwear — he couldn’t bear anything tight right now) and a t-shirt, then lay down on the bed, face buried in the pillow. He just wanted to disappear into sleep and forget everything.The door opened quietly. Prerna slipped in, closing it behind her. She crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips from behind, her hands sliding under his shirt to rub his back.“You’re so tense,” she whispered, kissing the back of his neck. “Let me help you relax.”Her hands moved lower, fingers tracing the waistband of his shorts. She pressed her chest against his back, her nipples hard through her thin tank top. Krishnansh tensed immediately.“Prerna… I’m really tired,” he said, voice muffled in the pillow. “Gym killed me today.”She didn’t stop. Her hand slipped under the waistband, fingers brushing his bare hip, then sliding toward the front. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of you.”Her fingers found the cage — the hard metal outline instead of the warm, thickening cock she expected. She froze.“Krish… what is this?”He sat up quickly, gently pushing her hand away, face burning. “It’s… nothing. Just a… support thing. For recovery. Doctor recommended it.”Prerna frowned, sitting back on her heels. “A support thing? It feels like metal. Like a cage.”Krishnansh looked away. “It’s temporary. Helps with… circulation or something. Don’t worry about it.”She stared at him for a long moment, eyes searching his face. “You’ve been weird since the checkup. You’re avoiding me. You’re not yourself. Tell me what’s going on.”Krishnansh forced a tired smile. “Nothing’s going on. I’m just sore and stressed. Tournament is coming up. I need sleep. Please.”Prerna bit her lip, clearly not convinced, but she didn’t push. She leaned in and kissed his forehead softly.“Okay. But I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”She lay down beside him, head on his shoulder. Krishnansh wrapped an arm around her, but he didn’t close his eyes. He stared at the ceiling, feeling the cage, feeling the weight of the lie, feeling the fear that Prerna might find out the truth.He didn’t sleep much that night.The cage was still there when he woke up.And so was the fear.
He got up quietly so he wouldn't wake Prerna. She was still asleep, curled on her side, breathing soft and even. He padded to the bathroom, closed the door, and stripped off his sleep shorts.Naked in front of the mirror, he looked at himself. From the neck up, he was the same — short hair, tired eyes, the faint stubble he hadn't bothered to shave. But from the neck down, everything felt wrong. The cage sat prominently between his legs, shiny steel against his tanned skin. His cock was pressed downward, the head visible through the slit at the end, already starting to leak a little from the morning pressure. His balls looked fuller than usual, trapped behind the ring, skin stretched tight. He turned sideways and saw the faint red mark where the ring had rubbed overnight.He stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Hot at first, then he adjusted it cooler — he couldn't stand heat on his sensitive skin right now.The water hit his chest first, running down his pecs in rivulets. Then lower. When the stream reached the cage, it felt like a shock. The water pounded against the metal, splashing around the bars, running inside the tube and over his trapped cock head. The cold rush made him gasp. It was like needles — not painful exactly, but intense, overwhelming. The water filled the tube, swirling around his cock, leaking out the slit at the end in a steady stream. His balls tightened from the sensation, the ring pressing harder as everything reacted.He stood under the spray for a long time, letting the water hit the cage over and over. Each drop felt personal. A reminder. He counted in his head.One month. Thirty days.Today was day 1.Twenty-nine more to go.He tried to imagine it — twenty-nine mornings waking up to this weight. Twenty-nine gym sessions where he had to hide the cage. Twenty-nine nights lying next to Prerna, pretending he wasn't aching, pretending he could still fuck her like before. Twenty-nine days of wondering if the video would leak, if someone would recognize his face in some dark corner of the internet.He pressed his forehead against the wet tile. How am I going to do this?Three days passed in a haze.Day 2: He went to the gym again, wearing baggier shorts, keeping his back to everyone in the locker room. The cage tugged with every rep, rubbed during cardio, pressed painfully during squats. He cut the session short, came home early, told Prerna he had a headache. She rubbed his back, but he flinched when her hand drifted lower.Day 3: He ran in the morning — short distance, slow pace. The cage bounced with every step, the metal slapping lightly against his thighs. Pre-cum leaked inside the tube the whole time, making it slick and uncomfortable. He showered twice that day, trying to wash away the feeling, but the cage stayed. Prerna tried to cuddle at night; he pretended to fall asleep fast.Day 4: He was on the couch in just his undies — loose ones this time — legs spread, arms up behind his head, trying to relax. The cage was visible as a faint bulge under the fabric. He was waiting for Prerna to come home. She had texted she was in the mood, wanted to "take care of him." He didn't know how to say no again without her getting suspicious.The door opened. Prerna walked in, smiling when she saw him like that."Look at you," she said, voice playful. "All spread out and waiting for me."She dropped her bag and walked over, straddling his lap on the couch. Her hands slid up his bare chest, fingers tracing his pecs."I've missed this body," she murmured, leaning in to kiss his neck.Her hand drifted lower, slipping under the waistband of his undies. Her fingers brushed the cage — the hard metal instead of warm skin.She froze."Krish… what is this?still have the cage? "He tensed. "It's… nothing. Just a thing for… training. Coach said to wear it to retain cum for the tournament. Helps with focus or something."Prerna pulled her hand back, frowning. "Retain cum? What does that even mean? You can't get hard with this on?"Krishnansh looked away. "It's temporary. For the match. I can't take it off."Prerna stared at him. "So… we can't have sex? At all?"He shrugged weakly. "Not until after the tournament."She sat back, frustrated. "You've been weird for days. Avoiding me. Not touching me. Now this? You're telling me your coach made you lock your dick up?"Krishnansh nodded, not meeting her eyes. "Yeah. It's stupid, but… it's for performance."Prerna crossed her arms. "This is bullshit. You're lying to me. Or hiding something. I can feel it."Krishnansh's throat tightened. "I'm not. I swear. It's just… temporary."Prerna stood up. "Fine. Keep your cage. But don't expect me to be okay with it."She walked to the bedroom and closed the door.Krishnansh sat alone on the couch, head in his hands.He was trapped.And now Prerna was angry.The cage felt heavier than ever.He didn't know how much longer he could keep lying.
Krishnansh pushed open the bedroom door quietly, the soft click echoing in his head like a gunshot. Prerna was already in bed, back turned to him, curled on her side under the blanket. The room was dark except for the faint glow of her phone screen on the nightstand — she’d been scrolling, probably still upset.He stood there for a second, heart pounding. He hated this. Hated lying to her. Hated the cage between his legs that made everything feel wrong. But he couldn’t let her stay angry. Not tonight. Not when everything else in his life was falling apart.He walked to the bed and sat on the edge beside her. She didn’t move, but he knew she was awake — her breathing was too even, too controlled.“Prerna…” he said softly.No answer.He reached out and touched her shoulder. She flinched slightly but didn’t pull away.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to push you away earlier. I just… I’m messed up right now. But I don’t want you to be mad at me.”She stayed silent for a long moment, then slowly rolled over to face him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she wasn’t crying anymore. Just tired. Hurt.“You’ve been different since that doctor visit,” she said quietly. “You won’t let me touch you. You won’t even look at me properly. And now this… thing on you? You expect me to believe your coach told you to lock your dick up for a football match?”Krishnansh looked down. “I know it sounds crazy. But it’s temporary. I swear. After the tournament, it’s off. I just… I need to do this.”Prerna sat up, the blanket falling to her waist. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts, nothing underneath. Her nipples were hard against the fabric from the cool air.She reached for him, hands sliding up his bare chest, fingers tracing his pecs. “Then let me help you feel better,” she said, voice low. “I miss you. I miss us.”Krishnansh leaned in and kissed her — deep, desperate, trying to lose himself in it. Her lips were soft, familiar. Her tongue met his, hungry. He hugged her tight, pulling her against his chest, hands running down her back.For a moment he almost forgot.Then Prerna’s hand slid lower, under the waistband of his loose undies. Her fingers brushed the cage — cold metal instead of warm skin. She froze.Krishnansh felt himself start to harden inside the tube. The pressure built fast — painful, trapped, the cage stopping him from getting fully erect. His cock strained against the bars, the head pushing uselessly against the end slit.He pulled back suddenly, breaking the kiss.“I… I can’t,” he said, voice rough. “Not tonight. I’m sorry.”Prerna stared at him, hurt flashing in her eyes. “You’re hard. I felt it. But you won’t let me touch you?”Krishnansh stood up quickly, adjusting his undies to hide the cage as best he could. “It’s the thing… the coach said no release until the match. I can’t… I’m sorry.”Prerna’s voice cracked. “This is bullshit, Krish. You’re shutting me out. You’re lying to me.”He couldn’t look at her. “I just need to sleep outside tonight. On the couch. I don’t want to keep hurting you.”He grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and walked out of the bedroom without another word. Prerna didn’t stop him.He lay on the couch in just his loose undies, blanket pulled up to his chin. The cage pressed against his thigh, cold and heavy. He stared at the dark ceiling, mind racing.How long can I keep this up?He finally drifted off sometime after midnight, sleep shallow and restless.Morning came too soon. He woke to sunlight streaming through the living room window, body stiff from the awkward couch position. The cage felt even heavier after a night of half-sleep. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face.His phone buzzed on the coffee table.Unknown number.His heart slammed against his ribs.He opened the message.From the doctor:“All good? How’s the cage treating you? Remember — one month. Ten loads. Or the videos stay forever.”Krishnansh stared at the screen, hands shaking.He didn’t reply.He just sat there, staring at the message, feeling the cage, feeling the fear, feeling the trap closing tighter around him.
