Krishnansh and Prerna walked into the hotel lobby hand in hand. It was a mid-range place in Gurgaon — clean, quiet, with soft golden lights and a marble floor that echoed their footsteps. Prerna was smiling, her fingers laced tightly with his, squeezing every few steps like she was afraid he’d vanish. She had dressed up a little — a fitted black dress that hugged her curves, hair loose and wavy, light makeup that made her eyes look bigger. Krishnansh had on a dark shirt and jeans, the tight compression shorts underneath hidden, but the cage still locked firmly in place beneath everything.They checked in quickly. Room 407. King bed. City view. Prerna giggled when the receptionist handed over the key card.“Romantic getaway,” she teased, bumping her shoulder against his. “Finally.”Krishnansh forced a smile. “Yeah. Finally.”They took the elevator up. Inside, Prerna pressed against him, kissing his jaw, her hand sliding down his back. “I’ve missed this so much,” she whispered. “Just us. No distractions.”He kissed her back — short, tight — trying to match her energy. Inside, his stomach twisted. The cage felt like a brick between his legs. He knew what was coming. He knew Arham was already here somewhere, waiting.The room was nice — soft lighting, big bed with white sheets, floor-to-ceiling window showing the city lights. Prerna kicked off her heels and turned to him, eyes sparkling.“Shower first?” she asked. “Or straight to bed?”Krishnansh swallowed. “I… need to use the washroom. Quick. I’ll be right back.”Prerna raised an eyebrow, playful. “Hurry up. I’m not waiting long.”He nodded and stepped into the attached bathroom, closing the door behind him. His hands shook as he locked it.Arham was already inside.He stood near the sink, dressed in plain black, arms crossed, smiling faintly.“You’re early,” Arham said.Krishnansh’s voice was low. “Unlock me. Please. I need to… I need to be able to fuck her. Like you said.”Arham stepped forward. “Turn around. Hands on the counter.”Krishnansh obeyed. He braced his palms on the marble, head bowed. Arham tugged his jeans and shorts down just enough to expose the cage. The key appeared in his hand — small, silver. He unlocked the padlock with a soft click. The ring came off first, then the tube slid free.Krishnansh gasped as his cock fell forward — heavy, sensitive, already thickening from the sudden freedom. The skin was marked from days of confinement — faint red lines where the bars had pressed.Arham stepped close behind him, voice low against his ear.“Tonight you fuck her ruthlessly,” he said. “Make her cry. Make her scream. Snatch her hair. Slap her face hard. Drag her around the room. Abuse her — call her your slut, your whore. Hit her with your belt if you have to. Make her shut up when she talks back. And when you’re ready… take her virgin ass. Force it in. Rape her tonight. Make it hurt. Make her beg. I want to see the real bull. Not the soft boyfriend she thinks she has.”Krishnansh’s breath hitched. “I… I can’t do that to her… she doesn’t deserve—”Arham grabbed his jaw, forcing his head up so he looked at his own reflection in the mirror.“You will,” Arham said. “Because if you don’t perform — if she doesn’t cry, if she doesn’t scream, if you hold back — I’ll know. The camera is already set. Hidden. I’ll be watching from the next room. One wrong move, and the videos go public. Prerna sees them first. Then your followers. Then everyone.”Krishnansh’s eyes filled with tears. “Please… don’t make me hurt her…”Arham released his jaw. “You hurt her more by lying to her every day. Tonight you give her what she wants — the strong, rough man she fell in love with. And you give me what I want — the show. Fuck her like you hate her. Fuck her like she’s nothing. Or lose everything.”Arham stepped back. “Go. She’s waiting. I’ll be watching.”He slipped out of the bathroom through the connecting door to the next room.Krishnansh stood there alone, staring at his reflection — hard cock hanging free, face pale, eyes red.He washed his face quickly, splashed water on his neck, pulled his clothes back up.Then he opened the bathroom door.Prerna was on the bed, dress already slipped off one shoulder, smiling at him.“Come here,” she said, voice soft and needy.Krishnansh walked over. .He was going to do this.For her.For them.And for the camera hidden somewhere in the room.Tonight he would fuck her ruthlessly.Just like Arham wanted.
“Finally alone,” she whispered, voice thick with want. “No phone, no gym, no excuses. Just us.”Krishnansh’s heart thudded painfully. He could still feel Arham’s words burning in his ears — ruthlessly… make her cry… snatch her hair… slap her hard… take her virgin ass… rape her tonight. The unlocked cage from earlier felt like a ghost between his legs; he was hard already, painfully so, from the mix of guilt, fear, and the doctor’s command looping in his mind.He grabbed Prerna’s wrists — not gently — and pushed her back until her legs hit the mattress. She gasped, eyes widening with surprise and heat.“Krish—”“Quiet,” he said, voice low and edged. He shoved her down onto the bed, hard enough that she bounced once. Her dress rode up her thighs. He climbed over her immediately, knees pinning her legs apart, hands ripping at the thin straps of her dress. The fabric tore with a sharp sound, exposing her breasts. No bra. Her nipples were already peaked, dark against her skin.Prerna moaned, reaching for him. “Yes… like that… I’ve missed this side of you…”He slapped her cheek — quick, sharp, just enough to sting and make her gasp. Her eyes fluttered, lips parting in shock and arousal.“Don’t talk,” he growled. “You’re gonna take what I give you tonight.”He grabbed her hair — fist tight at the roots — and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. He bit down hard on the side of her neck, sucking until a dark bruise bloomed under his mouth. Prerna cried out, back arching, thighs squeezing around his hips.“Krish—fuck—”He slapped her other cheek — harder — the crack loud in the quiet room. “I said quiet.”He tore the rest of her dress open, fabric ripping down the front. Her panties were next — he hooked his fingers into the lace and yanked them off in one brutal pull, leaving red marks on her hips. She was naked now, legs spread beneath him, chest rising fast.He attacked her breasts — mouth closing over one nipple, sucking so hard she screamed, teeth grazing, biting down until she whimpered in pain-pleasure. His other hand mauled the second breast — squeezing roughly, pinching the nipple between rough fingers, twisting until she bucked under him.“Such a needy little slut,” he snarled against her skin. “Always begging for my cock. Tonight you’re gonna get it — but you’re gonna cry for it.”Prerna moaned louder, hips grinding up against his clothed bulge. “Yes—please—fuck me—”He slapped her face again — hard — cheek flushing bright red. “Shut up.”He grabbed her hair and dragged her head back, forcing her to look up at him. His other hand slid between her thighs, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy without warning — three at once, curling hard to hit her g-spot. Prerna screamed, thighs shaking.He finger-fucked her brutally — fast, deep, thumb grinding her clit. She came almost instantly — walls clamping around his fingers, hips bucking, crying out his name. He didn’t let her come down. Kept thrusting his fingers, stretching her, making her oversensitive.“Again,” he ordered. “Cum again. Show me how much you need this.”She did — second orgasm crashing through her in seconds, tears spilling from her eyes as she sobbed in pleasure-pain.He pulled his fingers out, slick with her arousal, and smeared them across her lips.“Taste yourself,” he growled. “Taste how wet you are for your own abuse.”Prerna licked his fingers obediently, moaning.He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up high, ass in the air. He slapped her ass — hard — red handprints blooming fast. Then again. And again. She cried out, pushing back against him.He undid his jeans, shoved them down. His cock — finally free, finally hard — sprang out. He lined up and slammed into her pussy — no warning, no gentleness. Prerna screamed into the pillow, back arching sharply. He fucked her like he was trying to break her — deep, brutal strokes, hips snapping against her ass, balls slapping her clit. One hand stayed fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so her spine curved painfully. The other slapped her ass, her thighs, her face when she tried to beg him to slow down.“You like being fucked like a whore?” he snarled.“Yes—fuck—yes—harder—”He gave her harder. Dragged her by the hair to the edge of the bed, bent her over the side, feet barely touching the floor. Fucked her deeper, faster. Reached around and pinched her clit — hard — rubbing fast circles while he pounded into her.She came again — screaming, walls clamping around him like a vice.He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, straddled her chest. Grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth — fucking her throat deep while he slapped her breasts — left, right, left — making them bounce and redden.“Shut up,” he growled when she tried to moan around him. “Take it.”He pulled out again, dragged her by the hair to the floor, bent her over the bed.“Your ass,” he said, voice dark. “I’m taking it tonight.”Prerna whimpered. “Krish… please… it’s gonna hurt…”He slapped her face — hard — cheek flushing bright red.“I don’t care.”He grabbed the lube from his bag (he’d brought it himself), poured it over his cock, then over her hole. Pressed the head against her virgin ass — slow at first, then harder. Prerna cried out as he forced his way in — inch by inch, stretching her painfully.“Relax,” he snarled. “Take it like a good slut.”She sobbed, body shaking. He didn’t stop. Pushed deeper until he was fully inside — tight, hot, clenching around him. He started thrusting — slow, then faster, harder. One hand in her hair, pulling her head back. The other slapping her ass, her thighs, her face when she begged him to slow down.“Shut up,” he growled. “Take it.”He fucked her ass ruthlessly — deep, brutal strokes that made her cry out in pain and pleasure. She came again — unexpectedly — body convulsing around him, screaming into the mattress.Krishnansh pulled out, flipped her onto her back, straddled her chest, and stroked himself fast over her face.“Open,” he ordered.Prerna obeyed, mouth open, tears streaming. He came hard — thick ropes shooting across her tongue, her cheeks, her forehead. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, moaning weakly.He collapsed beside her, both of them gasping.Prerna curled against him, body shaking. “That was… intense…”Krishnansh stared at the ceiling, heart pounding.“Yeah,” he whispered. “Intense.”He knew Arham had seen everything.Every thrust.Every slap.Every tear.
Krishnansh and Prerna lay tangled together on the rumpled hotel bed, both naked, skin still hot and slick with sweat. The sheets were twisted around their legs, the air thick with the scent of sex — musk, lube, her perfume, his sweat. Prerna’s breathing had finally slowed to deep, even pulls; she was asleep against his chest, one leg thrown over his thigh, her body marked everywhere he’d been rough. Dark bruises bloomed on her neck and collarbone from his bites. Red handprints stood out on her ass and thighs. Her breasts were flushed, nipples swollen and tender from his teeth and fingers. A faint purple mark on her cheek from one of the slaps. Her lips were puffy, still glistening from the last time he’d fucked her mouth.Krishnansh stared at the ceiling, wide awake. His heart hadn’t slowed since the last orgasm. He could still taste her on his tongue, feel the ghost of her screams vibrating in his ears. He’d done everything Arham demanded — slapped her face until she cried, pulled her hair until she begged, fucked her ass until she sobbed and came around him. He’d called her slut, whore, his little fucktoy. And she’d taken it all — moaning, begging for more, cumming harder than he’d ever seen. But the knowledge that Arham had watched every second, hidden in the next room through a camera, made every touch feel poisoned.The clock on the nightstand read 3:47 AM.He carefully slid out from under Prerna. She murmured something in her sleep but didn’t wake. He stood, naked, cock still half-hard and sore, and walked to the bathroom door. He opened it slowly.Arham was already gone — the connecting door to the next room closed again. But the doctor had left something on the counter: a small note and a key card for the adjacent room.Krishnansh picked it up.The note read:
“Tomorrow morning. 7 AM. Come to 409. Alone. Wear only shorts. No shirt. No underwear.
We have more to discuss.”He crumpled the note, stomach churning.He went back to bed, slid under the sheets, pulled Prerna close. She sighed in her sleep, nuzzling into his chest. He stared at the dark ceiling until dawn.Morning came gray and quiet.Krishnansh woke before Prerna. The room smelled of them — sex, sweat, her shampoo. He looked at her sleeping face — peaceful, bruised, beautiful — and felt a sharp twist of guilt. He had hurt her. Used her. And Arham had watched.He slipped out of bed, pulled on the loose shorts from last night (no underwear, as instructed), and checked the time: 6:58 AM.He leaned over Prerna and kissed her forehead. She stirred, blinking up at him sleepily.“Hey…” she murmured, smiling. “Last night was… wow.”He forced a small smile. “Yeah. I missed you.”She reached for him, hand sliding down his stomach toward his shorts. “Come back to bed…”Krishnansh caught her wrist gently. “I need to… run down to the lobby. Quick thing. Won’t be long.”Prerna pouted, but her eyes were still heavy with sleep. “Hurry back. I want to taste you again.”He kissed her once — soft, almost tender — then stood.Before he left, he turned back. “Suck me first,” he said, voice low.Prerna’s eyes lit up. She crawled to the edge of the bed on her knees, hands on his hips. She tugged his shorts down just enough to free his cock — already hardening from her touch and the command. She took him into her mouth slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, then deeper — sucking hard, moaning around him.Krishnansh grabbed her hair — not gentle — and thrust forward, fucking her mouth deep. She gagged, eyes watering, but kept going — throat working, spit dripping down her chin. He fucked her harder, faster — using her mouth like he’d used the rest of her last night. When he came, he held her head still and unloaded straight down her throat — thick pulses that made her choke and swallow frantically.He pulled out, wiped the last drop on her lower lip.“Good girl,” he muttered.Prerna gasped for air, smiling weakly, lips swollen. “Hurry back.”He pulled his shorts up and left without another word.Room 409 was right next door.He knocked once.Arham opened it immediately, already dressed, calm as ever.“Come in,” he said.Krishnansh stepped inside. The door closed behind him.Arham looked him over — shirtless, just shorts, cock still half-hard under the fabric from Prerna’s mouth.“You did well last night,” Arham said. “I watched everything. She cried. She screamed. You took her ass. You made her beg. Perfect performance.”Krishnansh’s stomach twisted. “So… the videos…?”Arham smiled. “We’ll see. You still owe me three more loads from yesterday. But first — sit. We need to talk about what comes next.”Krishnansh sat on the edge of the bed, hands clenched.
Arham tilted his head. “I gave you one day unlocked. One day to fuck her like you used to — to keep her happy, to keep your relationship from breaking. You used that day. Now it’s over.”He lifted the cage slightly, letting the metal catch the light.“Time to get locked again.”Krishnansh’s knees almost buckled. Flashbacks hit him all at once — rapid, nauseating:“If you fail — even one load short — the lock stays on for TWO months instead.”“You promised ten. You begged for ten.”“The videos stay with me. For now.”“If you quit now, this video joins the others. Your face begging. Your cum on your face.”He felt sick. Two months. Two whole months caged again — hiding from Prerna, lying every day, feeling the metal tug and rub with every step, every squat at the gym, every run. No sex. No release. Just constant ache and fear.He took a step back. “Please… I did what you asked last night… I hurt her… I did everything… can’t you just… let me go? Please…”Arham stood up slowly. “Stand here. Lower your shorts.”Krishnansh’s hands shook. He looked at the door, then back at Arham. No escape. No choice. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed the shorts down to his ankles. His cock hung free but soft, still tender from last night. The cage looked small and cruel in Arham’s hand.Krishnansh’s voice cracked. “Is it really… two months? How will I manage? Prerna… she already suspects something… she gave me an ultimatum yesterday… if I can’t fuck her again she’ll leave me… the gym… football… running… I can’t hide this forever… please… I’m begging you…”He dropped to his knees in front of Arham — naked, broken, tears spilling over.“Please… let me go… I’ll do anything else… just don’t lock me again for two months… I can’t… I’ll break…”Arham looked down at him for a long moment.Then he reached down, grabbed a fistful of Krishnansh’s hair, and yanked him up to his feet. Krishnansh cried out, hands flying up to grab Arham’s wrist, but he didn’t resist.Arham pulled him close — so close their faces were inches apart.“You beg so prettily,” Arham said softly. “But you made a promise. You failed to deliver ten loads. You quit. Now you pay the price.”He forced Krishnansh’s head back by the hair, exposing his throat, then slammed his fist into Krishnansh’s left nipple — hard, targeted. Krishnansh screamed, knees buckling, but Arham held him upright.Then the right nipple — another brutal punch. Pain exploded through his chest, nipples throbbing like they were on fire.Arham released his hair. Krishnansh stumbled, gasping.“Be this obedient always,” Arham said, voice low and final. “And the secret remains the secret. Prerna never sees the videos. Your followers never see. Your life continues — as long as you obey.”He fitted the ring behind Krishnansh’s balls — cold metal sliding into place. Then the tube over the shaft, pressing it down. The padlock clicked shut with a sound that echoed in Krishnansh’s skull.Two months.Arham stepped back.“Pull your shorts up. Go home. Tell Prerna whatever lie you need to tell. And wait for my next message.”Krishnansh pulled the shorts up with shaking hands. The cage settled back into place — familiar, hated, inescapable.He walked out of the room.The door closed behind him.He stood in the hallway for several seconds, leaning against the wall, tears falling silently.Two months.He had to survive two months.For Prerna.For his life.For whatever was left of him.
Next midnight, Krishnansh woke up on the couch again, neck stiff, blanket half-fallen to the floor. The apartment was quiet — Prerna had already left for work. He sat up slowly, the cage immediately announcing itself with that familiar tug behind his balls, the tube pressing his cock downward. Day 15. Fifteen days of this metal prison, and still fifteen more to go if he stuck to the original deal.He rubbed his face, trying to shake the fog. Last night’s fight with Prerna replayed in his head — her ultimatum, her tears, the way she’d stormed into the bedroom and locked the door. He hadn’t followed. Just sat in the dark living room until his phone buzzed around 2 AM.He picked it up now. One new message from the unknown number (Arham).He opened it.Arham:
“I’ve been thinking about you, Krish. About how hard you’ve been trying. How much you’re suffering. I’m feeling a little merciful today.So I’m giving you two choices. No more games.Choice 1: Stay locked for the next two months (as punishment for quitting at seven). At the end of those two months, you come back here and deliver all 10 loads in one single session. No shortcuts. No mercy. If you succeed, I delete everything — videos, photos, cum samples, all of it. You walk away clean. Free forever. But until then: cage stays on. No sex with Prerna. No release. You figure out how to keep her from leaving you. Lie, avoid, whatever it takes.Choice 2: I unlock you today. Permanently. No more cage. You’re free to fuck Prerna whenever she wants, live normally, go to the gym, play football — no restrictions. But in return: you come to me whenever I call you. Anytime. Any day. You drop everything and show up. And each time, you deliver as many loads as I want — until I’m satisfied. Could be three. Could be fifteen. Could be every weekend. You don’t get to say no. You don’t get to quit. If you ever refuse, disappear, or fail to perform — the videos leak. To Prerna first. Then your followers. Then everywhere.Think carefully.You have until tomorrow morning 9 AM to decide. Reply with “Choice 1” or “Choice 2”.If I don’t hear from you by then, I choose for you.And trust me — you won’t like my choice.”Krishnansh stared at the screen until the words blurred.Two months locked — lying to Prerna every day, dodging her touch, making excuses, watching her grow more distant until she finally walked away.Or… freedom now. No cage. Normal life. Sex with Prerna. Gym without hiding. Football without fear. But at the cost of being Arham’s on-call bull — summoned whenever the doctor felt like it, forced to cum on command, no matter what else was happening in his life.He felt sick.He set the phone down and buried his face in his hands.He didn’t know which was worse.He only knew he had until tomorrow morning to decide.And either way, he was already losing.
He thought of Prerna’s face last night — hurt, confused, angry. Her ultimatum. “Remove it today or we’re over.”He couldn’t lose her.He typed one word.Choice 2He hit send.The reply came in under thirty seconds.Arham:
“Good decision. Come now. I’m at the clinic. Back entrance. Unlock you today. Wear loose clothes — no underwear. Hurry.”Krishnansh didn’t hesitate. He threw on loose track pants and a hoodie (no underwear, as instructed), grabbed his keys, and left before Prerna woke up. He told himself he’d explain later. He’d make it up to her. He just needed the cage off.The clinic was quiet — Sunday morning. He slipped around to the back entrance. Arham opened the door before he even knocked.“Inside,” Arham said, voice low.Krishnansh stepped into the familiar hallway. The door locked behind him.Arham led him straight to the examination room — the same one where it all started. The same table. The same smell of antiseptic and old paper.“Strip,” Arham said simply.Krishnansh peeled off the hoodie, then the pants. Naked again. Cock hanging soft, caged, marked from days of confinement.Arham stepped forward with the small silver key. He knelt, unlocked the padlock with a soft click. The ring came off first — cool air hitting the skin behind Krishnansh’s balls for the first time in weeks. Then the tube slid free. Krishnansh gasped as his cock fell forward — heavy, sensitive, free.Relief flooded him like cool water. He felt light. Normal. Human again. Tears pricked his eyes.“Thank you…” he whispered.Arham stood up, smiling faintly. “Don’t thank me yet.”Before Krishnansh could react, Arham wrapped his hand around the freed cock — firm, warm grip — and started stroking. Slow, deliberate pulls from base to tip.Krishnansh’s eyes widened in terror. “No… wait… you said unlock… you said—”“Shhh,” Arham said softly. “Just a quick unlocking gift. From me to you. One load. To celebrate your freedom. Then you go home to Prerna. Fuck her. Enjoy your cage-free life. But remember — whenever I call, you come. You deliver. Or the videos go out.”Krishnansh tried to step back. Arham’s other hand grabbed his hip, holding him still.“Don’t fight it,” Arham said. “Let it happen.”He stroked faster — oiled hand gliding smoothly, thumb circling the glans on every upstroke. Krishnansh moaned despite himself — the sudden freedom, the touch after days of denial — it was too much. His cock hardened instantly, thick and veiny, pre-cum leaking freely.Arham leaned in, mouth closing over one nipple — sucking hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. Krishnansh’s back arched, hands flying up to Arham’s shoulders, not pushing away — just holding on.“Please…” Krishnansh gasped. “I… I don’t want to cum… not here… not for you…”Arham switched to the other nipple — biting harder — while his hand pumped faster.“You will,” he said against Krishnansh’s chest. “You always do.”He edged him mercilessly — bringing him right to the brink, then slowing down, thumb pressing the slit closed until Krishnansh whimpered in frustration.“Beg,” Arham said. “Beg for your gift load.”Krishnansh’s voice broke. “Please… let me cum… I need it… please…”Arham laughed softly — low, dark — and stroked fast again.“Cum,” he ordered.Krishnansh’s body seized. A choked cry tore from his throat as he came — thick ropes shooting across Arham’s hand and onto his own abs. Arham milked him through it — slow, firm strokes until the last drop was squeezed out.When it was over, Arham smeared the warm cum all over Krishnansh’s pecs — rubbing it into the muscle, coating the nipples, marking him.“Wear your clothes,” Arham said. “Go home. Enjoy your cage-free life. Fuck Prerna. Make her happy. But remember — when I call, you come. You deliver. Or everything ends.”Krishnansh dressed in silence — hoodie, track pants, no underwear. The cum dried sticky on his pecs under the shirt.He walked out.
He took an auto home, the wind rushing through the open sides. For the first few minutes he just closed his eyes and let himself feel it — normal. Human. Not locked. Not owned.When he reached the apartment, Prerna was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. She turned when she heard the door and smiled.“You’re back early,” she said. “Everything okay?”Krishnansh walked over and pulled her into a hug — tight, real. He kissed the top of her head.“Yeah,” he said. “Everything’s okay now.”She looked up at him, searching his face. “You seem… different. Lighter.”He nodded. “The thing… it’s gone. Coach removed it today.”Prerna’s eyes lit up. Wasn't it removed yesterday only and you fucked me? ”“Yeah. It’s over.”She kissed him — soft at first, then deeper. Her hands slid under his shirt, fingers tracing his chest. Krishnansh kissed her back, hands on her waist, pulling her closer. For the first time in weeks, he let himself feel it without the cage getting in the way. His cock stirred naturally inside his pants — no metal stopping it. He hardened against her stomach.Prerna felt it and smiled against his lips. “Someone’s happy to see me.”They didn’t make it to the bedroom. He lifted her onto the kitchen counter, pulled her shorts and panties down, and fucked her right there — deep, slow, face to face. She moaned into his mouth, legs wrapped around his waist. He came inside her — hot, thick, real — and she came around him, nails digging into his back.Afterward, she rested her head on his shoulder, breathing hard.“I missed this,” she whispered. “Missed you.”“I missed you too,” he said, and meant it.That night they fucked again — in bed, slower, her riding him while he held her hips, looking up at her like she was the only thing in his world. No cage. No fear. Just them.The first week of freedom felt like a dream.Day 1: He woke up hard — naturally, no metal stopping it. He fucked Prerna in the shower before she left for work — her back against the tile, water running down their bodies, her moaning his name as he thrust deep. She left with a big smile and a kiss.Day 2: Gym felt different. No cage bouncing during squats. No metal rubbing during runs. He went heavy — bench press, deadlifts — and filmed a reel shirtless for the first time in weeks. The comments poured in: “Pecs back ” “Bro you look free”. He smiled for real when he read them.Day 3: Prerna came home early. They spent the afternoon in bed — lazy, passionate, no rush. He ate her out for almost an hour, making her cum three times before she begged him to fuck her. He did — slow and deep, then hard when she asked. She fell asleep in his arms, whispering “I love you” against his chest.Day 4: He went for a long run in the morning. No cage tugging his balls. No discomfort. He felt powerful again. Back home, Prerna surprised him with lunch. They fucked on the couch afterward — her riding him reverse cowgirl, his hands on her ass, guiding her up and down until she screamed.Day 5: Light gym day. He posted a story of his quads flexing. DMs flooded in. He replied to a few, feeling like the old Krishnansh again. At night, Prerna gave him a long, slow blowjob — deep, sloppy, until he came down her throat. She swallowed everything, smiling up at him.Day 6: Rest day. They stayed in — watched movies, ordered food, fucked twice. Once in the morning, slow and sweet. Once at night, rougher — him pinning her wrists, fucking her deep while she begged for more. She fell asleep happy, curled against him.Day 7: He woke up feeling almost normal. The cage felt like a bad dream now. He went for a run, filmed a new reel, posted it. Prerna liked it and texted him heart emojis. He smiled.But in quiet moments — when Prerna was at work, when he was alone in the shower, when his phone was silent — the fear crept back.He kept checking the unknown number’s chat.No message.No call.No demand.He told himself maybe it was really over. Maybe Arham had kept his word.
Krishnansh woke up the next morning to the buzz of his phone on the nightstand. Prerna was already gone for work. He reached for it with a heavy feeling in his chest.Unknown number.He opened the message.Arham:
Be at this building today at 3 PM sharp.
Address: Green Park Apartments, Block C, 4th floor, Flat 402.
Wear tight clothes. No underwear.
Come alone. Krishnansh stared at the screen. His stomach dropped. He had chosen Choice 2 — freedom from the cage, but he had to come whenever Arham called. This was the first call. The first time he had to obey.He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, phone in his hand. The cage was gone, but the control wasn’t. He could feel the ghost of the metal even now. He thought about ignoring it. He thought about blocking the number. But the videos were still out there. The buyer had seen his face. Arham could send everything to Prerna in seconds.He had no choice.At 2:40 PM he left the house. He wore a tight black compression shirt that hugged his pecs and abs, and tight grey shorts that clung to his quads and the outline of his cock. No underwear, just like the message said. Every step made him feel exposed.He reached Green Park Apartments at 2:58 PM. He took the elevator to the 4th floor. Flat 402 was at the end of the corridor.He stood outside the door for a few seconds, heart pounding. Then he rang the doorbell.The door opened almost immediately.Arham stood there in casual clothes, smiling like this was a normal visit.“Krishnansh,” he said warmly. “Right on time. Come in.”Krishnansh stepped inside. The door closed behind him with a soft click.Arham’s eyes moved slowly over his body — taking in the compression shirt stretched tight over his massive pecs, the way the fabric outlined every curve of muscle, the tight shorts hugging his quads and the clear bulge in front.“You look perfect,” Arham said quietly. “Tight clothes really show off that body. The fans are going to love this.”Krishnansh’s throat tightened. “Fans?”Arham placed a hand on his lower back and guided him forward through the living room.“Come. They’re waiting.”The living room was spacious, lights dimmed. Five men were already there — sitting on the sofas, standing near the windows, all looking at Krishnansh the moment he entered. They were different ages, different builds, but they all had the same hungry look in their eyes.Arham smiled at them, then turned to Krishnansh.“These are your biggest fans,” he said. “The ones who bought your first batch of cum. They loved the video so much they paid extra to be here today. To play with you. To touch the body they’ve been drooling over on Instagram.”Krishnansh felt his face burn. He couldn’t protest. He knew what would happen if he did. The videos would leak. Prerna would see. His life would end.Arham pointed to the center of the living room.“Stand there,” he ordered. “Right in the middle.”Krishnansh walked slowly to the spot and stood still. His hands hung at his sides. The five men watched him like he was a piece of meat.Arham set up the tripod and phone in front of him, adjusting the angle so it captured his full body — face, chest, the tight shirt clinging to his pecs, the shorts outlining his quads and cock.The red light blinked on.Arham stepped back.“Perfect,” he said. “Now the real fun begins.”Krishnansh stood there, heart racing, body already starting to tremble.
“Listen carefully,” Arham said, voice low but firm. “This is important. When I start recording, you will smile. You will look happy. You will act like this is your own content — like you’re shooting a special blog for your fans. Introduce yourself normally, like you do in your reels. Tell them you’re doing something very special today — fulfilling the deepest wishes of your top 5 Instagram fans. You are going to make their dreams come true. Be positive. Be excited. Smile at the camera the whole time. Moan for them. Make them feel like you want this. Like you’re doing it willingly. If you break character — if you look scared, if you beg, if you ruin the mood — the video gets leaked. All of them. Everywhere.”Krishnansh’s stomach twisted. His hands trembled at his sides.Arham continued, eyes locked on his. “The fans are wearing masks so only you are seen clearly. This is your show. Act like the confident bull they love. Understand?”Krishnansh nodded slowly, throat tight. “Yes…”Arham gave him one last look, then pressed record. The red light blinked on.Krishnansh forced a bright smile — the same one he used in his Instagram reels. His voice came out surprisingly steady, though his heart was hammering.“Hey guys… it’s your boy Krishnansh here. Hope you’re all having an amazing day. Today I have something really special for you. I’ve been reading all your comments and DMs… and I decided to do something crazy. I’m here with my top 5 fans from Instagram — the ones who’ve always supported me the most. Today, I’m going to fulfill their deepest wishes. Whatever they want to do with me… I’m going to make it happen. Because you guys deserve it. I’m doing this for you. So… let’s get started. I’m really excited… and I hope you enjoy watching.”He kept smiling, eyes fixed on the camera, even as shame burned through him. The fans shifted in their seats, eyes gleaming behind the masks.Arham nodded once, satisfied, then gestured to the first fan — a tall, muscular man in a black mask.The fan stood up slowly and walked toward Krishnansh, voice low but clear enough for the mic.“Finally… I’ve waited so long for this.”Krishnansh kept smiling at the camera, even as his legs felt weak.“Whatever you want, bro,” he said, voice bright and willing. “I’m all yours today.”The fan reached out and placed both hands on Krishnansh’s chest, squeezing his pecs through the tight compression shirt.Krishnansh moaned softly — exactly like Arham had ordered — eyes still locked on the camera, smile never fading.Inside, he was screaming.But on the outside, he looked happy.
“Fuck… these pecs are insane,” the fan growled, squeezing the heavy muscle from behind, fingers digging deep into the firm flesh.Krishnansh kept his eyes on the camera, tilting his head slightly, biting his lower lip in a practiced, seductive way he used in his reels. “You like them?” he said, voice low and husky, exactly as Arham had ordered. “They’re all yours today…”The other four fans stood up and moved into the frame, surrounding him. Krishnansh’s heart hammered, but he kept the smile on his face, looking at each of them one by one with seductive, inviting eyes — the same look he gave the camera in his thirst-trap videos.The first fan didn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the bottom of Krishnansh’s compression shirt and tore it upward in one brutal yank. The fabric ripped loudly down the front, peeling away to reveal Krishnansh’s god-like upper body to the camera — massive, rounded pecs bouncing free, light hair trailing down the deep center line, carved eight-pack abs flexing under the lights, wide shoulders and thick arms on full display.Krishnansh reacted perfectly for the camera — he arched his back slightly, pushing his chest forward, moaning softly as he ran his own hands over his exposed pecs.“Like what you see?” he said breathlessly, looking straight into the lens with heavy-lidded, seductive eyes. “All this… just for you guys today…”Hands were everywhere now. The fans surrounded him completely — palms rolling over his upper body, squeezing his pecs, tracing his abs, sliding over his shoulders and biceps. Fingers pinched his nipples, twisted them, pulled them. Krishnansh moaned louder for the camera, biting his lip, eyes half-closed in fake pleasure.One of the fans grabbed Krishnansh’s jaw, turning his head to the side forcefully. Before Krishnansh could react, the man crushed his mouth against his in a deep, aggressive smooch — tongue shoving inside, claiming him.At the same time, two other fans leaned in from both sides and latched onto his pecs — mouths closing over his nipples, sucking hard, teeth biting down. They sucked and bit like animals, leaving dark red marks and teeth imprints all over the thick muscle. Krishnansh’s body jerked, a muffled moan vibrating against the fan’s mouth.He had to break the kiss for the camera — the fan pulled back just enough. Krishnansh turned his face toward the lens, eyes seductive and hazy, lips swollen and wet.“Fuck… they’re sucking my pecs so good,” he moaned directly to the camera, voice breathy and willing. “Look at them… eating my tits… it feels so fucking good…”The two fans sucked harder — one biting down on his left nipple and pulling it with his teeth, the other swirling his tongue around the right one before biting hard enough to leave deep marks. Krishnansh moaned louder for the camera, arching his chest forward, giving them better access.“More…” he gasped, still looking straight into the lens with a seductive smile. “Suck them harder… I love it…”The fans growled against his skin, biting and sucking even more aggressively while the other two continued running their hands all over his body — squeezing his abs, slapping his pecs lightly, rolling his nipples between their fingers.Krishnansh kept moaning, kept smiling, kept looking seductive for the camera — exactly as Arham had ordered.
One of the fans — a stocky, strong guy with thick arms — dropped his hand lower. He grabbed Krishnansh’s cock over the tight grey shorts, squeezing the thick bulge roughly. Krishnansh gasped sharply, hips jerking forward involuntarily.“Fuck… look at this fat cock,” the fan growled, gripping it hard and twitching it up and down, making the shaft bounce inside the fabric. “Been dying to touch this.”Krishnansh’s smile faltered for half a second, but he quickly recovered — biting his lip seductively for the camera, eyes half-lidded.The fan didn’t wait. He grabbed the waistband of the shorts with both hands and tore them apart in one violent yank — the fabric ripping loudly down the front and sides, completely shredding away. Krishnansh’s thick, throbbing cock sprang free, slapping heavily against his lower abs. His powerful quads were now fully exposed — thick, veiny, perfectly sculpted from years of squats and sprints.The fan immediately wrapped his hand around the bare cock — squeezing the shaft hard, fingers digging in. He gave it a few rough strokes, then slapped it — hard — making it swing and smack against Krishnansh’s abs. He stretched it downward, pulling the sensitive length until Krishnansh hissed, then let it snap back up. He played with it roughly — slapping, squeezing the head, tugging the balls, rolling them in his palm.Krishnansh moaned louder for the camera, trying to keep his expression seductive. “Ahh… fuck… yes… play with my cock… it’s all yours…”At the same time, another fan grabbed Krishnansh’s head from the side — fingers tangling in his hair — and yanked him into a deep, aggressive smooch. Their mouths crashed together, the fan’s tongue shoving deep, claiming him completely. Krishnansh whimpered into the kiss, eyes fluttering, but he kept them angled toward the camera as much as possible, moaning seductively between the wet, sloppy sounds of the kiss.The two fans on his pecs sucked even harder — biting down on his nipples, pulling them with their teeth, leaving deep red marks all over the heavy muscle. The fan playing with his cock kept slapping and squeezing it, making it throb and leak pre-cum in thick drops.Krishnansh’s body was on fire — overwhelmed, humiliated, but forced to perform. He broke the kiss for a second, turning his face toward the camera with a shaky, seductive smile, lips swollen and wet.“Mmm… they’re sucking my tits so good… and playing with my cock… I love it… keep going…”The fan immediately pulled his head back into another deep smooch, tongue fucking his mouth while the others continued devouring his body.Krishnansh could only moan helplessly into the kiss — eyes half-closed, body arching, cock twitching hard in the fan’s rough hand.He looked exactly like the willing, horny bull they all wanted.
One of the fans suddenly grabbed Krishnansh’s shoulders and pushed him down hard.“On your knees, bull.”Krishnansh dropped to his knees on the carpet, the impact making his quads flex. He looked up at the camera with the same forced seductive smile, even as his heart pounded with panic.The fans closed in tighter, forming a circle around him. One by one, they opened their pants and pulled out their cocks — different sizes, all hard, all pointing toward his face.Krishnansh’s eyes widened. He had never sucked a cock in his life. He was straight. He had a girlfriend. This wasn’t supposed to happen.But the camera was rolling. Arham was watching. The videos were still out there.He had no choice.The first fan — the tall one who had torn his shirt — grabbed Krishnansh’s hair and pulled his head forward.“Suck it,” he ordered. “Show the camera how much you love your fans’ cocks.”Krishnansh’s lips trembled. He looked straight into the lens, keeping the seductive expression as best as he could.“I… I’ve never done this before,” he said softly, voice shaking but trying to sound willing. “But for you guys… I’ll do anything.”He leaned forward and took the head of the fan’s cock into his mouth. It was thick, warm, salty. He started sucking slowly — awkward at first, tongue swirling around the head, lips sliding up and down the first few inches.The fan groaned and tightened his grip on Krishnansh’s hair. “That’s it… good boy… deeper.”He pushed Krishnansh’s head forward, forcing more of his cock into his mouth. Krishnansh gagged softly, eyes watering, but he kept sucking, bobbing his head, trying to look seductive for the camera.One by one, they took turns.The second fan grabbed his hair and pulled him off the first cock, then shoved his own into Krishnansh’s mouth — thicker, longer. He fucked his face slowly at first, then faster, holding his head still while he thrust deep into his throat.Krishnansh gagged hard, tears running down his cheeks, but he kept his eyes on the camera, moaning around the cock like he was enjoying it.The third fan took his turn — grabbing Krishnansh’s head with both hands and face-fucking him roughly, balls slapping against his chin.The fourth and fifth fans did the same — pulling him from one cock to another, using his mouth like a toy, making him gag and drool while he tried to keep the seductive look for the camera.“Fuck… he’s a natural,” one of them groaned.Krishnansh’s face was a mess — spit running down his chin, tears streaming, lips swollen and red. But he kept moaning for the camera, eyes half-lidded, trying to look like he was in heaven.Inside, he was dying.He was straight.He had a girlfriend.And now he was on his knees, sucking five different cocks on camera, one after another.The fans kept going — passing his mouth around like a shared toy, fucking his throat deeper and harder each time.Krishnansh could only whimper and moan around them.
After what felt like forever, the first fan pulled out with a wet pop and slapped his cock across Krishnansh’s face.“Enough warm-up,” he said. “Let’s take him outside.”They dragged Krishnansh to his feet. He was completely naked now, cock hard and leaking, body covered in spit, bite marks, and handprints. They didn’t let him cover himself. Two fans held his arms and marched him through the living room toward the sliding glass door that led to the balcony.It was evening. The sun had just set, but the sky was still a deep orange. The flat was on the 8th floor. The balcony overlooked the busy residential area — other apartment buildings close by, people on their balconies, lights coming on in windows, some walking on the ground far below.Krishnansh’s heart stopped.“No… please… not outside… someone will see…”They ignored him. The glass door slid open. Cool evening air hit his naked body. They pushed him out onto the balcony.The camera followed — one of the fans carried the tripod and set it up again, angling it to capture everything.Krishnansh could see people. A woman on the balcony two floors above watering plants. A couple on the 7th floor opposite chatting. Someone walking their dog on the ground far below. Windows with lights on. Anyone looking this way could see him — naked, hard, exposed.The fans forced him down onto his knees right at the railing.“Head through the gap,” one ordered.They pushed his head between two vertical railing bars — the gap was just wide enough for his head to fit through. Then they made him reach forward and grab the horizontal railing stand with both hands.“Hold it tight.”They tied his wrists to the railing with zip ties — tight, secure, so he couldn’t pull his hands back. Then they wrapped another tie around the back of his head and the railing bar, locking his head in place, face sticking out through the gap.Krishnansh was trapped. Head and hands pushed through the railing, upper body leaning forward. His massive pecs were forced to peek out between the bars — the thick, rounded muscle bulging out visibly. Anyone looking from other buildings or from below would clearly see his face, his bound hands gripping the railing, and his exposed pecs.His naked ass and hard cock were still inside the balcony, but his upper body was on full public display.Krishnansh’s eyes were wide with terror. He could see people. A man on the opposite building’s balcony was smoking and looking in his direction. A woman below was walking and glanced up.“Please… someone will see… please don’t do this…” he whispered, voice shaking.The fan behind him slapped his ass hard.“Smile for the camera, bull. Act like you love being shown off.”The camera was set up behind him, capturing his bound head, stretched pecs peeking out, and the back of his naked body.Krishnansh forced the seductive smile again, eyes on the camera, even as tears slipped down his cheeks.“I… I love showing off for you guys…” he said, voice trembling but trying to sound willing. “Look at me… all exposed… just for my fans…”The fans laughed behind him.One of them grabbed his hair through the bars and pulled his head back slightly.“Keep smiling, slut. Let the whole building see what a whore their favorite influencer is.”Krishnansh kept the smile on his face, pecs pushed out between the railing bars, head and hands tied in place, completely exposed to the world outside.
Then they spread his legs wider, kicking his knees apart on the balcony floor. His ass was now pushed back and fully exposed — round, powerful glutes parted naturally from the position, the smooth, hairless pink hole completely open and visible to the camera and anyone who might be looking from the other apartments.The memory hit Krishnansh like a punch to the gut.The first day with the doctor.The medical examination.Lying on the table, chest down, ass up, legs spread… the doctor’s thumbs spreading his cheeks, pressing near his hole, the cold lube, the finger sliding in while he begged for it to stop.Now it was happening again — but worse.Public.On a balcony.On camera.For strangers.The fans gathered behind him, admiring openly.“Fuck… look at that ass,” one of them groaned. “So round, so smooth… perfect glutes, man. No hair at all. That hole is so pink and tight.”Another fan whistled. “This is the ass we’ve all been jerking off to in his squat reels. Now it’s right here… spread open for us.”Krishnansh’s face burned with shame. He kept the seductive smile on his face for the camera, but inside he was screaming. His dick hung down heavily between his spread thighs, still hard and leaking from all the earlier teasing.One fan suddenly remembered something. “Wait — we forgot the clamps earlier!”He quickly went inside and came back with the chained nipple clamps. He reached through the railing bars and clamped them onto Krishnansh’s already swollen nipples — screwing them tight until Krishnansh hissed in pain. Then he pulled the chain downward and tied it securely to the lower horizontal railing bar.The tension was immediate and constant. Krishnansh’s nipples were stretched painfully downward and forward, forcing his pecs to bulge even more through the railing gaps. Every small movement tugged them harder.“Perfect,” the fan said. “Now he can’t move without hurting his own tits.”Then they all took turns spitting on his exposed hole.One by one, they leaned in and spat thick globs of saliva directly onto his pink pucker — warm, wet, making it glisten. Krishnansh whimpered as the spit ran down his crack, making his hole wet and slippery.The last fan — the most eager one — dropped to his knees behind him. He grabbed Krishnansh’s glutes with both hands and spread them wide apart, exposing the hole completely.Then he dove in.He ate Krishnansh’s ass like a starving man — tongue lapping hungrily at the spit-slick hole, circling the rim, then pushing inside, fucking him with his tongue. He moaned loudly against the skin, the vibrations making Krishnansh’s whole body jerk. The fan spread the cheeks even wider, burying his face deeper, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.Krishnansh’s cock hung down, twitching and leaking pre-cum in long strings to the balcony floor.He kept his face toward the camera — seductive smile forced on his lips, eyes half-lidded — moaning for the lens exactly as ordered.“Fuck… they’re eating my ass so good…” he gasped breathlessly to the camera. “It feels… so fucking amazing…”Inside, he was dying of shame.But on the outside, he looked like the willing, horny slut they all wanted him to be.The fan kept devouring his hole like crazy — tongue thrusting deep, lips sucking the rim, face buried between the powerful glutes while Krishnansh’s dick swung helplessly below.
Another fan reached between Krishnansh’s legs from the side and grabbed his throbbing cock. He started stroking it slowly — long, teasing pulls from base to tip, thumb rubbing lazy circles over the swollen, leaking head. Every stroke made Krishnansh’s hips twitch, pre-cum dripping steadily onto the balcony floor.Krishnansh kept his face turned toward the main camera as much as the restraints allowed, forcing a shaky, seductive smile.“Fuck… they’re eating my ass and stroking my cock so good…” he moaned breathlessly for the lens. “I love it… keep going… use me…”Inside, he was screaming.He felt completely exposed. Naked. On display. On the 8th floor balcony where anyone could see him — his face, his bound hands gripping the railing, his bulging pecs peeking out, his ass being eaten, his cock being stroked. The humiliation burned hotter than anything he’d felt before.Then Arham quietly slipped away from the group.He walked back through the flat and stepped onto the adjacent balcony — the one with a perfect front-angle view across the small gap. He set up another phone on a tripod there, adjusting it carefully so it captured Krishnansh’s face, his stretched pecs, his bound hands, everything from the front while the main camera filmed from behind.Krishnansh noticed the movement. His eyes flicked to the side and he saw Arham standing there, recording him openly now from the front. The realization hit him like a punch — two cameras now, one from behind, one from the front. He was being filmed from both angles, completely exposed to the world.His stomach dropped even further.At that exact moment, movement caught his eye on another balcony — two floors down and slightly to the left.A man stepped out onto his own balcony, holding a glass of water, wearing a casual hoodie from their football club.It was Rohan.His teammate. His friend. The guy he trained with almost every day, shared locker rooms with, celebrated wins with. Rohan lived in the same society — Krishnansh had visited his place a few times for team parties.Rohan lifted the glass to his lips, then froze mid-sip.His eyes locked onto the scene.He recognized Krishnansh instantly — the face, the body, those unmistakable pecs he’d seen shirtless in the locker room a hundred times.Rohan’s eyes widened in pure shock. The glass almost slipped from his hand. He stared, mouth open, trying to process what he was seeing:Krishnansh Arora — the star player, the Instagram influencer, the guy everyone looked up to — completely naked on a balcony, head and hands tied through the railing bars, pecs bulging out for everyone to see, ass being eaten by a masked man, cock being slowly stroked by another, moaning and smiling like he was enjoying it.Rohan blinked hard, then quickly pulled out his phone. His hands were shaking as he opened the camera app and started recording secretly, zooming in slightly.“What the actual fuck…” Rohan whispered to himself, voice full of confusion and disbelief. “Is that… Krish? What the hell is he doing? Why is he… smiling? Why is he letting them…?”He kept recording, moving slightly behind a plant pot so he wouldn’t be noticed, eyes glued to the scene.Krishnansh’s eyes met Rohan’s for a split second across the distance.Recognition hit him like ice water.His friend. His teammate. Watching him like this — exposed, used, moaning for the camera while strangers played with his body.The humiliation was unbearable.Krishnansh felt completely naked in every possible way — not just physically, but soul-deep. His secret was no longer private. Someone he knew was seeing him like this. Recording him. And there was nothing he could do except keep the seductive smile on his face for the main camera and moan like he was loving every second of it.The fan stroking his cock tightened his grip and stroked a little faster.The fan eating his ass pushed his tongue deeper, spanking his cheeks harder.Krishnansh moaned louder for the camera, eyes half-lidded, trying desperately to look willing.
One of the masked fans — the one who had been eating Krishnansh’s ass the most aggressively — stood up behind him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He positioned himself between Krishnansh’s spread legs, cock already hard and slick with spit and lube from earlier play. He pressed the thick head right against Krishnansh’s slick, stretched hole — not pushing in yet, just teasing, rubbing the tip up and down the puffy rim in slow, deliberate circles.Krishnansh’s whole body tensed. His hole clenched instinctively around nothing, then fluttered open again under the pressure.“Fuck… look at this hole,” the fan growled, loud enough for the camera to catch. “So pink, so ready. Been waiting for a real cock, haven’t you?”Krishnansh whimpered, head still pushed through the railing bars, face exposed to the open air. He forced his eyes toward the main camera (and Arham’s front-angle view from the adjacent balcony), keeping the seductive smile plastered on despite the tears.“Yeah…” he moaned for the lens, voice shaky but trying to sound willing. “Tease my hole… please… I want it…”The fan laughed and kept rubbing — slow, torturous glides of his cockhead over the entrance, dipping just the tip inside then pulling out again, making Krishnansh’s hole wink and clench every time.At the same time, the fan who had been stroking Krishnansh’s cock earlier knelt in front of him again. He wrapped both hands around the throbbing shaft — one stroking the length, the other cupping and gently squeezing his heavy balls — keeping the rhythm slow and maddening. He edged him expertly: fast strokes for ten seconds to bring him right to the brink, then sudden stop, letting the cock twitch and leak without release.A large, crystal-clear glass bowl had been placed on the balcony floor directly beneath Krishnansh’s hanging cock — big enough to catch every drop. The fan stroked him toward it now, aiming the head downward.“Fill it,” the stroking fan said. “Fill that glass for your fans. Show them how much cum you can give.”Krishnansh’s moans grew more desperate. The teasing cock at his hole never entered fully — just shallow, frustrating dips that made him clench and beg. The stroking hand kept him on the razor’s edge — close, so close, then nothing. His balls ached, drawn tight, full from days of denial and the constant Viagra in his system.“Please…” he gasped, voice cracking as he looked straight into the camera with pleading, seductive eyes. “Please let me cum… I need to fill the glass… I’m so close… please…”The fans laughed behind him. The one teasing his hole slapped his ass hard — once, twice — making his cheeks jiggle and the hole wink open wider.“Beg louder,” the stroking fan said. “Tell the camera how bad you want to cum in front of everyone.”Krishnansh’s voice broke into a sob-moan. “Please… I’m begging… let me cum… I want to fill the glass for you… I want everyone to see how much I can give… please… milk me… make me cum…”The stroking fan sped up — fast, tight, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing hard into the slit. The teasing cock at his hole pushed in just an inch deeper, holding there, stretching him.Krishnansh’s body locked up.A raw, guttural cry tore from his throat as he came — thick ropes shooting downward into the glass bowl below. Spurt after spurt, his cock pulsing violently in the fan’s hand, load after load splashing into the clear glass with audible wet sounds. It wasn’t as much as earlier loads, but it was still heavy — white and viscous, pooling at the bottom of the bowl.The fans cheered softly behind him.“Fuck yes… look at that,” one said. “Our bull filled the bowl.”Krishnansh collapsed forward as much as the restraints allowed — head hanging through the bars, tears dripping, body shaking.The stroking fan milked out the last few drops, then wiped his hand on Krishnansh’s thigh.The bowl sat there on the balcony floor — full of his cum, visible to the camera.And visible to anyone who might glance up from below.Including Rohan — Krishnansh’s teammate and friend — who was still recording from his own balcony two floors down, eyes wide, phone shaking in his hand as he watched the entire scene unfold.Krishnansh felt Rohan’s gaze like a physical weight.He was completely exposed.
To be continued..
