Ouch!

Narrated by Alec

I don’t mind admitting that I was knackered after Terry left. And feeling extremely self-satisfied.

It had been a surprise to see him on my doorstep at that time of night, a thrill to learn that he wanted me to screw him, an honour that I was taking his virginity...and an opportunity to give him a little back of what he’d dished out to others. 

I liked Terry, honestly. What wasn't to like? He was everything I would love to have been, myself – handsome, personable – one of life's favoured individuals. My envy of his looks and popularity hadn’t coloured my desire. But my memories of being snubbed and ignored by guys such as Terry, when I was younger, still haunted me. Instead of sowing wild oats and being favoured because I was young, my thuggish and aggressive appearance had sent people running. I used to feel like such a monster.

I guess that is why I felt protective of Joe, especially after he had confided in me about being so humiliated at school because of his delayed puberty. Although he'd really capitalised on that now. His boyish appearance were what made him desirable.

Bloody hell, but that boy loved cock! As much as he could get...and I had no doubt that with his lightly muscled, athletic,  golden skinned, hairless little body and angelic looks, he could get whoever he wanted. I was flattered that he wanted me so much at the moment, but I had no  delusions that he'd be around for long. I was sure that he’d be gone as soon as someone else took his fancy. And I wouldn’t blame him; there would be no hard feelings when the time came. He was young. It was natural that he’d want to fly. It’s what I would have done years before, if I had been a tenth as gorgeous as he was – playing the field, making memories to relive in later years.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Here I was, having been a frustrated youth, frustrated in my marriage and now in my 50’a, two beautiful guys think that I’m...what was it Terry had called me?...”phenomenal”!! Hahaha! How times change!

Terry...such a good-looking guy. Sex with Terry was a different experience to fucking Joe. Similar, in so many ways, yet worlds apart. Joe was young and fresh and so small that I was always a bit scared that I’d split him open. And yet he had so much more experience of man sex than me, despite being so young. 

I had doubts that he was so much the submissive bottom that he liked to think of himself as, as it was really he who called the shots. Sure, Terry had trained him to be a total bottom – but that was Joe's real preference anyway, wasn’t it? He wanted to be used...except I strongly suspected that it was really Joe who used his partner(s) in sex to get the satisfaction he craved. Scratching notches on his bed-post, most likely, the wanton little sod! Good for him, though. He knew what he wanted now, and was going for it!

Terry, though, was a fully adult man and had been a virgin. OK, not virginal to sex. He'd had tons of sex, but always as the top. Hells bells, I’d lain awake for ages once Terry left, with a huge grin plastered over my face and thinking *Christ, I’ve taken my first anal virgin! My first virgin, ever!* And I slept like a fucking baby after blowing a load up his tight arse, much faster than I would have preferred.

I’d meant what I’d said to him. I wanted him to live a tiny fraction of his life in Joe's shoes, to see what it was like being made to feel helpless and weak and totally, utterly naked – stripped of his maleness. I don’t think he'd ever known anything other than being in control, and I saw the thrill it had given him to give that up for a while. And you know what? He had totally gotten off on it. The wet mess he'd made of my bed had attested to that. And I’d enjoyed making him do it. More than enjoyed, really. The sheer rush of turning that handsome bastard into my submissive pussy for an hour or so had made serious amends for all the good-looking twats who'd cold-shouldered me years previously.

I hadn’t wanted to hurt him, but I hadn’t spent as much time or effort getting him prepared for his first fuck as probably I should have done. It had been late, I was tired and I’d been mindful of getting up for work in the morning after just five hours sleep. Huh, I can make excuses till the cows come home...the fact was, he'd been horny, I’d been horny and this had been a side of Terry that I’d never seen before. My lust had made me impatient. I couldn't wait to fuck him.

And I couldn’t wait to fuck him again.

So, to follow through with my promise for his treatment, the following morning I ordered a cock cage – a CB6000 -  from an online sex store, the same one I’d used when Joe had asked me to buy cuffs to use on him. I got them to send it by courier – more expensive, but I wanted it quickly. It wasn’t cheap, but I’d had to think about what Terry did for a living, so it needed to be discreet and comfortable if he was to wear the thing for an extended period of time. It also came with a built-in lock and a couple of keys. To be honest, I wouldn’t normally have spent so much, as I wasn’t even sure if it would be used. But it was a hunch and I just went with it.

And I scribbled a note to shove through his door before I left for work...

“Terry

Be at mine tomorrow night, once you finish work.

Hairless from the neck down, Terry. Totally smooth. And make sure you flush out. 

Alec”

I’d thought of adding that he’d agreed to all this, but in the end left it off. I’d reminded him of that already anyway, and didn’t want to come across as coercive. If he really didn’t want to continue then I wasn’t going to force him. It was sexual exploration, not exploitation, after all.

Then, when I got home in the evening, I booked a nice hotel for the Saturday night to treat Joe, and sent him a text to tell him that I was taking him away. He sent a simple smiley face back in return, followed by “Make me moan, daddy!”

Terry would have to go without his playtime over the weekend.

* * *

I wasn’t sure if Terry would even appear, but he did. 

At 10:40 on the Friday night he knocked at my door. When I let him in, he stood in my hallway and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He hadn’t worn much anyway, just a shirt, jeans and flip-flops, so it didn’t take more than ten seconds. I’d forgotten that I’d told him I wanted him naked when he was with me. He hadn’t, though.

He had shaved everything below his neck. I must say that the difference was remarkable.

Terry was a tall, fit, well proportioned man. I’ve said before that he could easily have been a model. With body hair he had looked classically masculine. Without the hair he looked...feline, somehow. Every muscle seemed defined, unhidden by fur and more pronounced. He looked...beautiful. And utterly, gloriously naked without his covering of body hair. There were faded freckles across his shoulders, no doubt the product of his sun-worshipping, otherwise he had a fairly uniform tan, except maybe a slightly lighter skin tone to his buttocks and groin which was more noticeable at the swim suit line. Without the dark body hair to distract, the two-tone effect of his skin somehow seemed more evident.

What were definitely his principal features now, though, were his cock and balls. Denuded of hair they appeared larger. His circumcision scar emphasised the size of his glans, a slightly lighter colour than the shaft. His balls were usually shaved or only marginally fuzzy anyway, but now were as smooth as silk and they too, appeared larger.

His nipples, once almost hidden by his chest hair, now stood out as small copper pennies, mostly flat but with the raised central teats obvious on his meaty pecs. 

As he stood there, I could see his cock already getting harder and knew that he was finding his new status exciting. So was I. I was already erect at the sight of him, and I didn’t want to delay too long.

I said nothing, but merely indicated that he should follow me upstairs. 

When I closed the bedroom door behind us and turned to him, his magnificent body took my breath away in the red light of my bedside lamp. I just stood there for a moment, admiring him.

“You said I should be totally hairless from the neck down, Sir” Terry murmured. Fuck, he was really getting into the submissive role already! “Does this meet with your approval?”

“Let me look at you properly. Stand still with your hands behind your head and feet apart” I ordered, in a slightly shaking voice. Not nerves, I should add, but sheer excitement.

He did what he was told as I inspected his handiwork. Terry had clearly been fastidious. Arms, legs, pits...every hair had gone. I don’t know how he had managed it, but when I bent him forward and crouched behind him, I saw that he'd even removed all the hair from his arse trench and around his hole. His arse was always quite prominent because of his musculature anyway, but now flowed smoothly in a fantastic undulating curve from lower back to upper thigh, without the light fuzz to detract. Not to the extent of little Joe's incredible bubble butt, but still impressive and somehow more...masculine.

When I asked him later that night, he said that he'd shaved first, everywhere the hair had been thickest, then used a cream that had been recommended by one of his ex girlfriends who specialised in hair and beauty products, to get rid of the stubble and fuzz. Well, however he'd done it, the results were spectacular. He was as smooth as a baby. Everywhere. Just like Joe, but a taller, larger, adult version.

“Well done" I said. “You have completed that task perfectly”. I’m sure that Terry glowed when I praised him. “For the time being, I want you to remain smooth, so I expect to see you like this whenever we meet up. I’ll let you know when...if...you can grow the hair back.

Now, tonight you’re going to learn how to suck me off. You can't be properly subservient unless you can give a decent blowjob. If you do it well, I may let you cum. And after that, I have a present for you”.

Terry looked disappointed. I wondered if he was hoping for another fuck induced orgasm. Ha! This was where I had to keep him off balance and not knowing what to expect. As a top he was used to setting the pace and deciding what to do. But he didn’t need to make those decisions now, did he?

His cock was evidence of his anticipation, though. It was rigid, pointing at me, practically begging to be touched. I reached out a finger and stroked his knob briefly, then bent it down to watch it spring back up, slapping against his now hairless stomach in the process. Terry's eyes were half closed and he drew in a deep breath, his cock nodding in excited gratitude at my touch. But he stood still, arms at his sides, and submitted to this small act of dominance from me. Stood still, even when I grasped his balls and pulled down on them gently. Then pulled on them with increasing force, as he let out a gasp of pain. 

He got the idea. I had him kneel and watch me as I slowly did a strip tease for him, removing first my shirt (his eyes widened as my furry torso was revealed), then dropped my trousers and kicked them off. Terry's breathing had quickened a little and his eyes were glued to my underwear, tented by my own rigid cock which was now uncomfortably held at an awkward angle toward my left hip.

"Go on" I said to him quietly. “Take them off".

I wondered if he might lean across and try to use his teeth, but he thankfully saved us both that clumsy embarrassment by reaching up with his hands. He pulled the waistband down gradually, drawing my briefs down over my arse first, then to the base of my cock. Then he stretched the waistband out to free my straining erection, before dropping them down to my ankles and held them on the floor as I stepped clear of them, first the right foot, then the left.

Before I had a chance to say anything more, Terry leaned forward, opened his mouth and licked my cockhead, almost worshipfully, groaning slightly as he did so. The feeling of his tongue tasting the sensitive tip of my fat cockhead was wonderful. Unexpected, but wonderful. And suddenly, he opened wide and let my desperate cock slide inside his mouth. Terry was keen to begin his lesson!

I could tell that he wasn't very experienced at oral. He was probably not much better than me, and I’ve had no practice at all, apart from sucking on Joe's tiny cock once, when we first got together. But Terry made up for his lack by sheer enthusiasm. Because of the upward curve to my shaft, he couldn’t take it very deep in this position without gagging, but lavished attention on my girthy knob with his tongue and clamped his lips around my heavily veined shaft to fill his mouth with what he could manage. Unfortunately, this left two thirds of my cock unattended, but he wrapped his right hand around my throbbing shaft to provide some manual stimulation to what he couldn’t suck on.

Terry's oral manipulation of what was engulfed within his mouth had some definite plus points, however. I could feel his tongue swirling over and around the head, warm and supple as he bathed it in saliva. I spent some time telling him what felt good, especially when he ran his tongue around the broad coronal ridge. And told him in no uncertain terms when he needed to open wider to stop his teeth catching the skin.

He was learning fast, and soon started to take my cock deeper, choking several times as his gag reflex kicked in, the vibrations travelling deliciously up the length of my cock. Thick trails of his spit ran down my shaft and drenched  my copious pubes. Some of it dropped from my balls and off his chin, creating little, damp spots on the carpet. Although, to be fair, that might have been because I had my hands on the back of his head, pulling him onto my cock a little harder than I should have, making him drool and cough.

After ten minutes or so, I wanted to move things along a little, so tapped him on his shoulder and said that he should move to the bed.

I don’t know why I did this, but once he was sprawled on his back, looking like some sort of fallen Adonis, I sat astride him, grasped his hands, pulled his arms up over his head, leaned down and kissed him. Tentatively at first, brushing his lips with mine, flicking my tongue between them and across his. Terry allowed me to dominate his mouth, and the gentle kiss soon became insistent, my tongue pushing through into his accepting mouth, swapping spit, tongues wrestling against each other. It was...unexpectedly passionate. And not at all what I had planned.

He didn’t try to free himself or wriggle out from under me, but submitted without question or complaint to my position as dominant. He remained passively still, held firm by my weight over him and with my hands holding him down. But he moaned, deep in his throat, as I snogged him with increasing heat. I could feel his erection, hard and hot, against my balls as his trapped cock tried to fuck up through my hairy arse cheeks.

It was intense. A moment in time when all memories of my former rejections as an ugly, brutish youth evaporated like so much mist in the warmth of a morning sun. Again, similar to Joe in so many respects, yet entirely different. Terry's eyes were closed, I noticed. He was as into the kiss as I was. 

My cock was leaking heavily. From the slight stickiness I could feel between my arse cheeks, so was his. 

When I pulled away and sat up to look down at him, still with his eyes closed, I just admired him for a few seconds. His classically handsome, symmetrical features, with his perfectly arched eyebrows and straight nose were made for a magazine cover. His lips were thin but had that slight...what do they call it? Cupid's bow, I think. Cocksucker lips, I’d think of them in the future. And a firm jawline with a strong, slightly indented chin. Yeah, classically handsome. 

Shuffling back a little I felt his cock bend down, drag against my balls and spring up once his cockhead was clear to poke me in the stomach. Still holding his wrists firmly above his head, I bent down again to explore his chest. His pecs were solid and with him lying down they were still standing proud, thick and muscular. Now they were smooth and devoid of the masculine hair, they reminded me slightly of a woman's tits, with nipples firm and erect.

Oh shit! I was so turned on! I realised how much a pair of well shaped nipples get me going. I licked each nip with the tip of my tongue, then spent some time sucking on them alternately, gently nibbling on each raised, erect teat as Terry started to squirm under me and  pant a little. Finally, after teasing and swirling my tongue over them, biting them and making them wet and swollen, he let out a tiny whimper.

“Oh fucking hell! Please Sir! Please...” he groaned.

Glancing down between our bodies, I saw that his cock was drooling pre-cum in a steady ooze. 

“What do you want, Terry? Huh? Want me to fuck you? Want me to make you cum?” I whispered to him.

“Oh my God, Sir! Please....please...”

I could see – and hear – that he was ready for this, but I still wanted him to feel completely submissive to me, and feel that he had no control over what was happening to him. Maybe because it increased my own sense of dominance, but mostly because deep down, Terry wanted...needed...this. He was really getting in touch with a side of himself that he'd probably never allowed to surface, and it was darkly thrilling to experience this with him. And to make him do it.

So I let go of his wrists, reached up to the top of the bed, and grabbed the leather cuffs I had hidden there, already attached to the bed posts. It was the work of seconds before I had his arms secured wide, baring his smooth and sweaty pits, which I couldn't help but lick, making him gasp and shudder.

Then, grasping his ankles, I hauled his legs up and apart, shoved his feet back towards his head, and buried my face in the smooth, clean trench of his arse. He smelled spicy, like soap and sweat, an odd combination but it made me want to wallow in his backside for ever. So I licked along the furrow from spine to balls before sealing my mouth against the crinkled, pink/brown entrance of his core, tight and tiny again after being so wide a few days back when I first fucked him. I swiped across it with my tongue. I heard Terry cry out, unintelligible and meaningless except in the language of lust. Making my tongue into a rigid spear, I pierced through his vulnerable ring and went in as deep as I could go.

“OHHHH MY GOD!!” Terry howled, as I dug in like a starving man, practically reaming him out. I always enjoyed doing this with Joe, and with Terry it somehow seemed magnified. Maybe it was because I was bending Terry to my will, turning this top man into my whimpering little bitch. I don't know what it was, but fucking hell, I enjoyed doing it to him! 

Against my nose, I could feel the base of Terry's scrotum get tighter, although his anus was loosening up around my questing tongue. Terry was moaning quietly, panting heavily and quivering all over. 

I moved my hands under his arse to lift him higher and pulled his muscular glutes apart to slaver along his trench again, before diving in for a final flick into the dark and secret depths.

I couldn’t wait any longer. His hole was wet and glistening with my spit, winking at me as I stared, but still desperately tight. It was all I could do to reach across to the bedside cabinet and grab the jar of lube, hurriedly pop the lid to scoop out a generous glob, then poke some across and in to his inviting ring with a finger.  After a brief moment of massaging his muscle, I added another digit, twisting them around and opened them out a little, and listened as he hissed out a breath. Finally, I yanked my fingers free and smeared another glob of the grease over the length of my aching cock from base to tip. 

Shuffling forward on my knees and widening my legs for better balance, I once again caught hold of his legs below his knees, pulling them wide apart and pressed his knees back towards his ears. Growling at him to take a deep breath, I aimed the bloated, slightly pointed head of my fat knob against the target, leaned in and PUSHED.

Terry's tight ring resisted for a few seconds, but I wasn’t going to be denied. His anal muscle gave way under the insistent force. Before I knew what had happened, the savagely wide ridge of my cockhead had shoved the lump of his prostate out of the way and was pressed against an obstruction – his second sphincter. 

Terry’s face said it all. His eyes almost popped out of his head before he screwed them shut, his skin turned red and the veins of his temples suddenly bulged. Every muscle in his body tensed, particularly his arms and shoulders as he yanked at the chains keeping his arms wide apart.

Through gritted teeth, he yelled “SHIT! AAARGH!! Fuck, man! FUCK! CHRIST, that HURTS!”

I knew not to move. All I could do to ease his pain was make gentle crooning noises. 

“Ssshhh. Just breathe deep and push out hard against me" I heard myself say. 

I felt terrible that I had caused this agony, but a herd of wild horses could not have made me pull back. So I stayed as still as possible to allow him to adjust and loosen up a little. Still, that is, except from the wild flexing of my partly buried, horribly thick and veiny cock, that suddenly seemed to be operating all on it’s own, without any direction from me. 

On the other hand, though, I honestly wouldn't have minded if he had remained tight and agonized. The fierce constriction of Terry's sphincter and his internal abdominal muscles flexing against my brutally thick inches was, to put it crudely, fucking fantastic! 

Slowly, Terry calmed down, his breathing became slower and his yelling became agonized groans. I was torn between looking at my cock’s width forcing open his ravaged sphincter, or watching his face as he relaxed. 

His balls, usually loose in their bag, had retreated into a tight huddle (for comfort, I thought to myself with a slightly evil smile) and rested on top of his taint like sacrificial offerings. His nipples were erect and still a bit red and tender from my recent slurping and chewing of them. But his cock was rigid, absolutely rigid, and a thread of pre-cum connected his knob to his belly button. 

He looked more magnificent than ever, lying there on his back with his arms held wide apart, legs bent back with his knees near his ears and my cock more than halfway up his arse.

But I hadn’t finished yet. I wanted him to take it all, wanted to see him skewered like a kebab on my fat ten inches. So I once more pressed forward against the barrier and kept up the pressure until, suddenly, it gave way and I surged through. And I kept going. Right to the thick root of my cock. Up to my balls. 

Deep. In. Terry's. Arse. 

Terry howled, a long, keening sound that came up from somewhere primeval in his soul. The sinews of his neck stuck out like cables. Tears were streaming down his face. I thought that I was killing him.

With the position he was in, so completely open, I was in even deeper than last time. His colon wall seemed to be squeezing and rippling over my ugly, fat cock. I could have cum then and died a happy man, but there was work to do.

Terry was sobbing. Actually sobbing, and shaking with his emotion.

“You OK?” I asked him quietly.

“Oh Christ!” he moaned. “What the fuck happened? I thought I was going to split in two!".

“You feel fantastic”.

“Ahhh, SHIT! I feel so full".

“Sorry. I have a big dick. It's going to hurt".

“Yeah, you reckon? No shit, Sherlock! But it’s soooooo fucking good! I never knew just how good this might feel".

“You OK to carry on then?” I was trying to be considerate, but deep in my soul I knew that even if he said no, I would have fucked him anyway, until he died or I came, whichever happened first.

“Oh God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, please, fuck my brains out!”

So I let go of his legs by hoisting them up and over my shoulders, tucked my knees in wide under his lower back to keep his arse high, and leaned lower across him with my hands on either side of his head.  

I looked down, into his red-rimmed eyes. They stared right back at me, pleadingly. What I saw there gave me a jolt of adrenaline.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Terry. Because that is exactly what I am going to do.Now, buckle up. It’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

I drew my hips up, dragging the full length of my cock out of his arse until the ridge of my knob caught against his clutching sphincter, and let gravity do the rest.

Terry yelped and moaned and cried and screamed almost continuously over the next twenty minutes as I let my cock take over and do what it was did best. I muffled his noise a little by shoving my tongue down his throat in a dominant, tongue-churning kiss. And then made his moans and cries even louder by nibbling his ears, licking his throat and arching down to suck and slurp on his nips.

There was a point, part way through, when I varied the wild pounding and corkscrewing motions and got into a rhythm that was almost metromomic, in and out, withdrawing and thrusting. There was no music playing, just the beat in my head from my blood thudding through my veins. But his cries and moans were music to my ears anyway.

I was subconsciously aware that his ring was no longer constricting the hellish girth of my cock, but instead seemed to have expanded to become loose and compliant to my incessant heavy pounding through it. His passage continued to grasp and ripple over and across my cock on each inward movement, and his inner sphincter teased my knob with a fantastically tight embrace on every thrust.

Terry was sweating heavily, jerking and trembling whenever my cockhead brushed past his prostate, while he moaned and whimpered like a whore. I could feel that his sensitive, hidden gland had become hugely solid and knew that at any moment he was going to cum.

When that moment came, he yelled “CUMMING! OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING!”

I could feel his balls spasming against my lower belly as they drew back, and a thick rope of hot, white cum exploded from the bursting glans of his dick as he shot like a cannon over his head. The stuff landed with splat on the wall behind the bars of the bedstead, followed by several more, on his cheek and in his mouth. Then as he jerked and tensed, a couple of spurts landed on his beautifully smooth and muscular chest and finally, the remnants bubbled from the scarlet tip of his cock to ooze down his shaft and create a small pool across his heaving abs, where it dribbled a viscous stream down his side to soak into the bed.

I had intended to wait, start again, fuck him even more and build him up to another explosion. But this wasn’t going to happen now. I had been teetering on the edge myself for the last few minutes and somehow I had refused to let my own orgasm happen. Now though, Terry's orgasm had triggered mine. But there was just time to do one thing...

I hurriedly pulled free of his still spasming anal embrace and shook his legs from my shoulders. Almost jumping forward to squat over his chest I grasped his head and forced my cock to bend enough to cram it into his open, gasping mouth.

And I fucking exploded!

You know when you cum so hard that time stops? It was like that. I could see and hear, but nothing made sense. It was like my mind had fused into an orchestra of light and roaring, although that might have been my own voice. Waves of pleasure surged time after time as Terry suckled on my turgid, throbbing cockhead, and my bollocks seemed to squeeze themselves inside out.

When my sight focused properly, Terry was still swallowing convulsively, and my cum was burbling out of the corner of his mouth like weird, thick, white spring water. He looked sensational, like a complete cum slut, with my cream smeared around his lips.

I could barely move. I felt boneless, almost, but managed to pull my tender  cock from his puffy lips and collapsed to the side.

Neither of us moved for a while, except to gasp and pant in exhausted contentment. But finally, I roused myself enough to unbuckle Terry's wrists from the cuffs.

He groaned as he straightened out and coughed, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Ugh! Fuck me! That must have to be an acquired taste!” 

He lay still, chest still heaving. 

“Jesus" he breathed. “I can hardly move. That was fucking nice".

I only had enough breath to gasp out “Yeah".

* * *

I wont go into detail about the post-sex clean up. Towels, tissues and showering was involved. All the necessary and tedious stuff to clean up. We were a bit shy with each other, really. Almost embarrassed, I think. Some small talk, a couple of smiles and casual touches of two men who had just been intimate. He helped me straighten my bed. We were...friendly. 

But I hadn’t forgotten my words to him from earlier in the week. Before he got dressed, I showed him the cock cage I’d bought.

He said nothing, but his expression gave him away. Apprehension. Excitement. 

It was fiddly, getting the bloody thing fitted properly, with various sizes of rods and rings to experiment with and alter. But after about fifteen minutes and with some muffled curses from both of us – and some lubrication to squeeze his naturally long, soft penis in to the cock shaped cage itself – it was in place, extremely snug but comfortable. There was no room for an erection and no possible way to get the thing off. And it was locked.

“I keep the key, Terry" I said. “There is a spare, just in case you really get into difficulty, for emergency use only. But you’ll have to call me to access it".

I gave him my mobile number, and promised that I would tell him the location of the spare IF it was essential. Otherwise, he would be confined to the cage until I was ready to allow him out of it. I refused to give a timescale (although I was privately thinking that a week would be more than long enough...to start with, anyway).

The cage looked good on him. Whilst his balls were free, they were pushed forward a little due to the ring that enclosed his whole package and looked prominent (and even bigger). His cock was completely imprisoned, though, kept smaller and less significant. It was completely visible through the transparent heavy duty plastic, which had ventilation holes and a wider drainage hole at the end of the ergonomically designed cage, for showering and pissing. The clever chastity device was also very discrete under his clothing, so shouldn’t cause any unnecessary embarrassment at his work. But he would probably have to sit to urinate. Ah well...

Now, Terry truly would be like Joe. No longer able to be the top guy, the aggressor in sex. He would have to see what life was like as a hairless, small dicked fuck toy for a while. 

After he left, I had a drink and finally collapsed onto my bed in the wee small hours, weary but extraordinarily satisfied. And my last thought, before I drifted into sleep, was of the other man in my life. 

Bugger! How the fuck am I going to find the energy to have sex with Joe tomorrow?

Continued in Part 7