Tuesday was a breeze. I called in asking to work from home as I was feeling sick. I made sure to do my phone acting, and it paid off. I was given the rest of the week as a remote worker.
I was super productive at home. I chatted with the guys, but it was just the usual and nothing out of the ordinary, thankfully. I cleaned the house like never before and even had time to wash and put away all my clothes. No more dirty piles here and clean piles over on that other side of my bedroom.
The workday closed, and I got a text from Jack. My thumb hovered over the notification. Two days of white, knuckling myself, control, gone in one swipe. I opened it
"I can’t wait to see you. I’ve been horny all day thinking of riding you nice and hard till you cum like the stud you are."
"Fuck," I thought as I felt my cock stir. He had sent me three photos again... I hesitated, but I swiped.
The first photo was of Jack on all fours. There was someone behind him. Fuck, I was already horny as I saw the muscled, up guy behind him. I zoomed in, and this was a Black guy, no doubt, fucking Jack nice and hard... Jack’s face was one of a guy lost in the moment.
I swiped to the second, and it was Jack in a reverse cowboy position riding the same Black cock. Jack’s own cock was hard and pointing straight up.
I was fucking breathing hard. "I’mma fuck the shit out of this kid on Friday," I was murmuring as the pain of my cage kicked in.
I swiped to the last photo: Jack holding on to a fat Black cock with both hands. The cock was huge and cut, and it lay across Jack’s face.
I dropped the phone and walked into the shower. One thing was for sure, this kid had experience, and I was gonna enjoy pounding him senseless.
Wednesday came, and I was working. I had not slept. I was tossing and turning and in pain from being hard. I had a collection of photos from my friends and from Jack to scroll through. They had me so worked up that I could not sleep.
I was a walking zombie, so I broke down and called Sam.
I texted: "Sam, how’s it going?"
Sam: "Good, man. Are you ready for Friday!?" He added the emoji of the peach.
I replied, "Yeah, something like that. I was wondering if you could call me after work. I wanted to see if you could come over and hang out."
Sam: "This can’t be good. Ok, I’ll call you when I get off work."
Sam had been a great shoulder to cry on after my breakup. I’m sure he was thinking this was going to be me crashing out again over my ex. 4:30 pm could not come fast enough.
The phone rang, and I picked up.
Sam: "Ok, tell me what’s going on. Do I need to bring ice cream and cherry Coke, or do I need to beat a bitch up?" I almost laughed.
"Ok, so just listen and don’t say anything till I’m done." I did not want him to interrupt me. I would be too embarrassed to share.
I spent the next five minutes telling him over the phone that I was caged and I wanted this thing off, how I had come twice without even being hard.
I heard Sam take a deep breath and then speak: "Ok, I was worried you had spiraled. This I can handle." He laughed. "I have more than a couple of cages, and I have several keys, new and old, that might help get this cage off of you." I was relieved to hear him talking about it so casually.
He continued: "I’ll be bringing something strong to drink to make this less awkward, that’s for sure." He laughed.
"Ok, I’ll see you around 7 PM," Sam said.
It was the longest three hours of my life. I was nervous, but I was almost certain that Sam would set me free. I hopped in the shower and made sure I was clean. I did not bother to put on anything, just the robe and the cage I was wearing.
At 7 PM sharp, I heard the knock at the door.
It was Sam with a grin from ear to ear. "Really?" I said mockingly, trying to diffuse the awkwardness I knew was coming.
Sam laughed as he walked in and shut the door. He had a gym bag with him. "You know, coming and having to remove a cock cage was not on my list of things to do this week," he said, and we both laughed. "I came prepared," he said boastfully.
I took off the robe, and the look of surprise and lust was immediate. "Damn," Sam said as he got down on his knees to get a better look at the cage.
"Well, it looks like it’s made of some sort of plastic, it’s not metal, but damn, it was made like a fucking Russian doll, a cage within a cage."
He reached out and used his fingers to tug and pry at the openings, rubbing my sensitive skin in the process.
I did not bother to look down, I just looked straight ahead.
"Ok, let me get a better look. Lean against the couch and spread ’em," he said sternly.
I was desperate, so I did as I was told. I made sure my stance was wide, and I leaned over the back of the couch as if I was reaching for the coffee table.
"Oooohh," came out of me before I could catch it. Sam was feeling around my ass, running his fingers on the outside and then the inside of my legs. "Well, it’s on so tight. We need to take it off if it’s even possible. I see some redness and irritation all around the cage." He circled it with his fingers, sending a little uncontrolled jerk through my legs.
I could not tell him the redness was from Dave’s attempt to take it off. "Ok, so can you do it?" I asked.
"Can you spread your asshole for me?" he asked, and I was too lost in thought about having any damage from this stupid thing. I did not bother to think that he asked me to do this to simply live out some fantasy. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, giving him a nice view of my hole.
His fingertip circled my rim, cold from the moonshine glass, and my hole clenched like a fist. ‘Relax,’ he murmured, pressing just enough to make me gasp. His fingers moved to the space between my hole and the cage and rubbed.
"Yeah, you have irritation. Let’s get this shit off," he said sternly.
"Let’s go to the bedroom," he commanded, and I followed.
"Ok, on your back, and try to get into position. I want those legs spread wide and at your chest."
He opened his bag, and I heard stuff moving around. He brought a lot of stuff, I thought as I looked up at the ceiling.
"Ok, I’m going in," he said to get my attention. When I lurched my head to see, he had a monocle like the ones jewelers wear, with an augmented lens and a strap that held it in place on his head.
"Shit, I’m gonna need some air," he said as he tore his shirt off. Damn, I thought. We called him Golden Boy for a reason, slim and strong, with golden skin hues. His green eyes were piercing.
He turned on the light, and then I laid my head down and let him touch and pinch and pull at the cage. The whole time, I was just thinking, Never again will I mess with this kinky shit. Never!
I heard and saw as he inserted several keys into the tubular lock. After at least five keys and ten attempts, he stood up and gave me a disappointed look.
"What? Is it?" I asked.
Sam took a deep breath and said, "I can take it off, I’m quite sure, but you will experience some pain. I brought some moonshine and, well, I had some pain meds that will make the process easier. I can’t have you moving because if you panic or react, we are going to try and explain this at the hospital," he laughed.
I was scared and worried, but after thinking I might end up in the hospital, I decided to accept.
"Good," he said. "Let me get you a drink, you’ll need it." He got up and walked out to the living room.
I sat up, decided not to get the robe, Sam had just literally seen me exposed, this was nothing, I thought, and walked into the living room. Sam was pouring a large glass of dark moonshine. He always loved it, and I never asked how he got it.
I could not help but see the utter impression on his face as he saw me walking out of the bedroom with just my cage swinging between my legs. "Well, look at that," he said, as his intense stare spoke volumes of his lust and attraction.
To break the intensity of his stare, I said, "Take a picture, Sam, it’ll last you longer," I said with a chuckle and lost in thought. He whispered, "Oh, I have," I thought I heard, but I could not be sure as Sam snapped out of it.
"Toast," he said as he handed me the glass and put two pills in my hand.
"To liquid courage," he smiled. He raised up a small glass and clanked my glass.
Shit, I thought. No choice, let’s get this over with. I put the two pills in my mouth and chugged the whole glass down.
Sam then told me he had several keys and a small drill bit that could do the job, just the same he was confident he could take this thing off.
"Let’s go, big boy, to the bedroom." Sam put his hand on my neck and the other on my ass, squeezing. I, on the other hand, was already feeling high and a little uneven as I was led to the bedroom.
"Ok, Dean, get on the bed on your back and put your hands behind your neck as if you’re doing a sit, up," and I did as I was told. Click. Anything to make this easier for Sam. "Now, can you make your feet touch and spread your knees wide?" Sam told me, and I did as he asked. Click. Sam then asked me to get on my belly. He reached under me and pulled the cage back. "I want to be able to see it from behind. Can you raise that ass up just a little?" I said yes, click, in a slur but did as he asked. Click. Click, click, I thought I heard.
"Ok, get on your hands and knees, Dean." His tone had changed, I thought, as I got on my hands and knees. Click. My asshole exposed to him. Click. But whatever, I was feeling so click good and light.
"Ok, I think it’s better to have you at the edge of the bed so I have the best space to move around and play with you, Dean." I blinked hard. Click. What did he say?
"Here, let me help you." He pulled out a large strap. It hugged my body in such a way that immobilized my arms, and then the collar was placed on my neck with straps that held my legs open wide.
I slurred as the final strap was set. The world looked dreamy, and the colors were so vibrant.Colors bled into sounds, Sam’s laugh, the ‘click’ of straps, my own heartbeat ‘thud, thudding’ in my caged cock. I floated. Obeying was so ‘easy’ Shit, I thought. It’s like decoration, I have straps around my shoulders, my legs, and one from my neck collar to my cage. It looked amazing. I must look like a superhero.
"Earth to Dean... Dean, you there?" But I was flying high.
"Perfect," I heard Sam say. Click. And clicking, clicking, and again far away... "Smile, Dean. Smile for me, you slut."
And I smiled as best as I could. "Let’s put these on," and then darkness, but not really. I was in a dream. I opened my mouth in wonder of the lights in the darkness, and immediately, I was sucking cock. I wasted no time, licking and sucking, using my tongue to feel the thick edges of this cockhead.
"Oooo yeah, you love sucking cock, Dean." And I nodded and moaned. "A little push, and look at you swallowing me whole," Sam grunted in delight.
Before I knew it, I was getting face, fucked hard and fast. I could not move my hands or legs, so before I knew it, the cock slid down past my mouth and into my throat. I gargled. Sam was relentless now, aiming his cock right down into my throat. "Like a cheap whore," I heard him grunt.
"Yes, slut, keep sucking." And I obeyed. Thankfully, a few minutes later, Sam had settled into a rhythm. He would purposely let me breathe just enough and then jam his cock into my mouth past my lips and down my throat. And as he bottomed out, Sam would grab my hair and shake my head around. It made me gag as I struggled for air, thick saliva running down my face.
"Good, Dean. You’re so good at this," he said. He then moved around, laying my head flat, and then the warmth of his ass was placed over my mouth. Immediately, I began to lick and poke with my tongue. "Oooohhh yeeeesss, just like... that," he said. But I kept on, going deeper until finally, I felt it, the slip of my tongue into his ass.
"Sooo goooood," as he began to drop down on my tongue. His balls and cock slapped my chin and chest as he came crashing down, driving my tongue into his sweet hole.
"Yeeessss," he blurted. "Shit, you’re so gooood at this." I heard some clanks and clicks, and then I felt his sweet, warm, wet mouth swallow the full length of my 8, inch fat cock deep into his mouth.
Just as I suspected, this is the best dream ever! I was grunting and moaning and jerking uncontrollably. I was getting the best blowjob I had ever felt, by no one other than Sam, my friend.
"It’s time to finish," Sam yelled as he sank his cock back in my mouth. Sam was on top of me with my cock deep in his mouth while I worked on the cock in my mouth.
The sounds of gargling, of his balls slapping my eye sockets, the pure joy of having Sam feel and massage my balls and legs as he lost all control of himself, he was determined to suck me dry.
I broke a sweat, and Sam must have noticed right away as my breathing had also changed, my balls tightening in his hands.
He stopped sucking as I jerked and did my best to thrust my cock back into his mouth.
"Tell me you want to cum, Dean!" Sam yelled as he pulled on my balls.
"Make me cum, Sam. Please," I had lost all control.
And Sam plunged his mouth back on my cock. As I started shaking, I yelled, "I’m going to cum, Sam!" I yelled in delirious sexual agony.
"Aaaaaaaa!" It was coming, and then, "SHHHIT!" I yelled as my cum flew out at the same time Sam’s finger slid into my ass.
Sam was furiously fingering my hole as I yelled out again, "YYEEEZZZZ!" My body shaking and rattling.
I felt Sam pull his finger out as my third wave was approaching. "Stick it back in," I pleaded as Sam chuckled and slid his finger back in my hole.
"Here it COMES!" I announced, and as I came, like clockwork, Sam pushed a second finger in my ass, driving me absolutely wild. I pulled and jolted and yelled and pleaded as the wave passed me.
Sam quickly changed positions, taking my hair in his hands as he began to face, fuck me hard and fast. Within minutes, he was shaking and grunting, and then it happened.
"Here it comes, SLUT! SWALLOW, SWALLOW IT, YOU FUCKIN’ SLUT!" And boy, did Sam unload, wad after wad of hot, sticky cum down my throat. What I could not swallow came dribbling down my cheeks and face. I was spent, and the world was spinning again.
I heard movement and then clicks again, and something warm on me and around me, over my face, legs, and I was gone again.
"Dean." I felt my body shake. "Dean." Another shake. "DEAN!"
I opened my eyes, and I was drowsy and still dizzy.
"Glad you opened your eyes, buddy. Shit, you were having one hot dream. Sorry to interrupt." He handed me a glass of something. "Rinse your mouth," and I did. "Now swallow it, Dean. You love this," he said with a smile, but I was still too out of it to care.
I was still not completely down from my high. My body felt tired, and my balls ached. I looked down and noticed the cage had been removed partially.
"What... what happened?" I asked.
"Well, I was able to remove part of it. Your balls are free," he said as he massaged them, a smirk on his face. I groaned, still very much horny from my dream. "It was a workout, but I removed it." He smiled as he squeezed my sore balls.
"What about the rest of it?" I asked, thinking I could not do this for another day.
"I think you’ll be fine. Look." I raised my head up to see that now only my cock was caged, and only partially. Most of the base of my cock was free; it was the head that now was hugged in tight. It was the same material and color. Shit, I thought as I let my head just fall back to the mattress.
"Ok, no more of this. We did progress, but the bit I used ran out," he said as he raised a small type of drill. He turned it on, and the sound was like that of a dentist’s drill.
My eyes went wide.
"Yeah, check it out." He untied my arm and pulled the strap from the other. I sat up and immediately got dizzy. He walked over from the floor near my feet, picked up pieces of the buzzed, off cage.
I instinctively reached down and felt my balls, they were intact, smooth, and a little sore. Sam reached out and pulled me to my feet. The shower was running, why did I not hear it sooner?
"Let’s get you showered. Those pills were stronger than I thought."
What happened next was like a dream. Sam proceeded to lather and wash every inch of my body. It was unreal. He had me lift my legs, and he rubbed my hole and ass and balls and even my caged cock.
Sam was on his knees. He grabbed my cock like a wand. "Eight inches. Damn, I did not know it was this big," he said with a smile.
I just moaned, remembering my dream... He then stood up, and we hugged. Our cocks touching, Sam smiled and leaned back, his cock hard and flat against his chiseled body.
He looked down at it and smiled. "Would you help out a friend for a job well done?" He winked at me.
Fuck it, I thought. I moved over to him I grabbed his cock and, still a little unsteady, began to jerk him off.
"No, like this," he said. He had me pressed against the shower wall, and he began to slide his cock through my warm ass cheeks. Shit, I thought, just like Dave.
"Yes, fuck, you have such a great ass," he grunted as he began to slide his hot cock through my muscular cheeks, rubbing it over my hole, making me moan.
And as I was getting into it, Sam made me lean, and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
I was positioned like a cheap whore.
"Yes, fuck, make me cum, Dean," he grunted in my ear. "Fuck, Sam," I said, surprised at this side of him. "I can’t wait," I thought I heard him say.
I was literally on my toes as his hips slapped into my ass, his balls slamming into mine.
Sam reached down and grabbed my caged cock... "Fuck yeah, you like this," he whispered, and all I could do was moan. My cock was hard and Sam waved my 8 inch cock around, my balls followed as he tugged. The cage was over my head and did not let me expand without pain, but my shaft and balls were free, and I felt better.
Sam started shaking and grunting as he shot his load all over my ass crack. He was shaking as he hugged me, his hands pinching my nipples making me moan softly.
Sam took a washcloth full of soap and handed it to me. I washed every inch of him, and then he cleaned me again, making sure he kept me hard the whole time.
We stepped out and made small talk. It was not strange, I mean, growing up, I always heard of teens jerking each other off. All this with Sam and Dave was similar, I told myself. Besides, I was still high, I could use that.
On his way out, Sam smiled and yelled back from the bottom of the stairs, "If I can get the bit for this thing, " (and he picked up his gym bag) ", I’ll give you a call. It should be quick."
I smiled and asked him to please get back to me on that.
I walked in and sat on the mattress. I picked up all the pieces of the cage off the floor. I thought I saw another piece, but when I reached to pick it up, it was not part of the cage, The black leather collar gleamed, the O, ring at the front , familiar, hadn’t Sam’s fingers brushed my throat just like , this, when he, ? No. I shoved it aside.
I sat on the bed, trying to make sense of it, but then I just figured Sam had brought supplies he needed, and I would just give it to him when next we met at the bar or something.
I closed the blinds and drifted to sweet, sweet sleep.
