Ouch!

The thing is, with having your cock confined in a cage...the thing is...you end up buzzing, man! I mean, it's just constant. You wake up horny, you go to bed desperate. Every day. And every day it's worse than the day before. 

I was a pent up ball of energy at work. I was Mr Enthusiastic (and I’m sorry to say, Mr Sarcastic at times) with customers and colleagues. Sex was on my mind constantly, more so after Alec had fucked my throat on the Wednesday night but had given me no relief. I kept eyeing up everyone who came into the gym for a workout, even the grizzled old maintenance men and delivery drivers.

The year before, when I was training Joe to be a good bottom, I had to get him to forget about wanking all the time and instead focus on getting his pleasure vicariously...from me. So I understood what Alec was doing, on a cerebral level. But I hated the fucking magnificent twat for putting me through this. I needed to CUM!

I’m not a natural bottom, am I? I’m used to having control and getting someone else – male or female – to take care of my needs. I understand the value of a good fuck, or blowjob, because I’ve had loads of good fucks and blowjobs over the years. I’m a fucking expert at giving a good fuck and getting a good blowjob. I’m a fucking TOP, yeah?

But now, I wasn’t. Now, I took a good fuck and gave a good blowjob. Alec had certainly been pleased, anyway. Well, I suppose he was pleased, he'd cum buckets after all. 

I was determined that I wasn’t going to beg Alec to unlock the cage and give my dick the freedom it was craving. Or claim to have some dire emergency so that I could access the spare key from him. No, fuck that. I could manage a while longer yet, till he wanted me to come over again, certainly. But oh shit, my balls felt full!

I saw him on the Thursday and Friday mornings as he was going to work. He'd said hi, and was I Ok, and let him know if there was an emergency (he didn’t elaborate but he winked, so I knew what he was referring to). Nobody looking at us would guess in a million years that he’d stuffed his huge cock into me from both ends recently, loaded me up with a gallon of spunk each time, and had imprisoned my prize possession in a transparent, heavy duty plastic cage. And nobody looking would have guessed that every time I saw him, I was practically salivating and anally puckering in anticipation of his next summons.

Which didn’t fucking well come!

I sent him a text on the Friday afternoon, as it would be a full week come midnight with my dick locked up.

Want me to come over? :-)

He answered

No. Cant make tonight. Got a job to finish. Working late.

Fuck, fuck and triple fuck.

I felt like I was pleading when I texted back

Tomorrow then?

Another reply came back.

Cant. Taking Joe away again. I said didn’t I?

So I called him, which I’d never done before. I wont go into the details because I was angry, frustrated and probably came across like a whining bitch, to be honest. Alec let me vent for a minute and then got firm with me.

“Listen Terry. I said that I’m taking Joe away. It’s already booked and he's looking forward to it. I’m not going to cancel it and disappoint him, just because you’re getting stroppy and want to get off.

I know that you’re horny. Well, man-up and live with it for the weekend, OK? You had Joe locked up for longer and he coped with it, yeah?

You agreed to this, Terry. There's a key available if absolutely necessary, but it has got to be for a real emergency. No emergency, no key, the cage stays on. Now, calm down, take a nice cold shower, work out at the gym. Do whatever you need to do to deal with it.

I’ll let you know next week when I want you to come over. Till then, be a good boy". Click.

He'd hung up! Bastard!

So, there I was, about to be by myself for another sexless weekend, every bloody minute imagining Alec fucking Joe. And imagining Joe wailing with pleasure as Alec made him shoot time after time. I knew that I’d be constantly thinking of Alec's ten inch long, obscenely thick, upwardly curved, veiny, amazing prick turning Joe's tight little hole into a soaking wet, gaping cunt. And his pointed, ridiculously wide knob pummeling the kid's prostate into mush before forcing through Joe's higher, second sphincter. Or maybe Alec would make Joe choke to death on that massive log that was probably going to be wedged down the kid's throat... when it wasn’t pounding away in his arse, forcing him to explode with one orgasm after another. That I wasn’t getting. 

Shit fuck bollocking hell!!

I remember thinking ok, I couldn’t go on a pussy hunt, but that’s no reason to spend my Saturday alone. Might as well socialize a bit. 

I’m sure that I’ve mentioned my old army mates before. They’re good natured lads, most of ‘em in relationships and some with families now, and only infrequently allowed out by themselves. But just occasionally one or two of them would be available, and up for a drunken evening. It had happened before, no reason why it couldn’t again.

I remembered, when Joe said he wanted a gang-bang, I’d spent ages ringing around, fixing a night when most of the boys could talk their girlfriends or wives into being awarded time off for good behaviour. I’d told them all about the kid, so they knew in advance that he was up for it. And I remember the looks on their faces when he came into the room. Ha! They might be straight, but the boys are very broad minded and when you’re in the Army, overseas in some war-torn shithole and you’re desperate, a hole is a hole, right? Except mine, obviously, as I was exclusively a top.

What a fucking night the gang bang with that kid was! And what a night of fucking! Eleven of us, there were. I’m amazed that Joe survived...

Ah well, there wouldn’t be anything like that now, obviously, with Joe busy getting his engine revved courtesy of Alec's huge piston, but at least I could get some drinks in and we could have a laugh. Good lads, the boys, always up for a few drinks and a laugh.

So I rang around to see if any of them might be free for the following night. Most of them couldn't make it given such short notice, which I’d kind of expected. But three could – Mike, who, in his late 40’s, was the oldest of our group (known as Pervy Mike because of his liking for Thai women and, rumour had it, ladyboys), Matt (we called him Mad Matt as he had more muscles than sense) who had recently turned 40, and lastly Mark (who was mixed race, now aged 43, didn’t have a nickname as he’d been awarded a medal back in our Army days), who was now a scaffolder for a building company.

I couldn’t wait for the following evening. At least I would have company, and it would take my mind off Alec for the night, who would by then by fully occupied, deep-dicking Joe.

*

I didn’t worry about making too much of an effort, but bought plenty of beer and some pizzas. This was going to be an evening of drinking, so I made sure that there were blankets available for the boys to crash, when we got legless. I knew that they wouldn’t be in any fit condition to drive until the morning.

I didn’t bother trying to look smart either, just pulled on a favourite old tight, thin T-shirt. It had a couple of holes in but made my chest and arms look great. A pair of ratty old cut offs seemed best for a “fitness-guru-at-home" casual look. They were well worn and frayed, but made my thighs seem bigger than they already were. 

I’d studied myself briefly in the mirror and thought, yeah, I might be pushing 40 but I still looked good. The cock cage was discrete enough in my tight raggedy cut-offs but it did push everything forward a bit so I had a good packet. Show off a bit, eh? Still the leader of the pack, yeah? It was a warm evening anyway, so why dress up? Just to get pissed at home – no point! The boys were all ex Army after all, so it didn’t hurt to show that I was still fit and in my prime.

Anyway, they arrived, one after the other, just after 8pm. It was good to see them again. Loads of banter a few slices of pizza and seven or eight cans of lager and some chasers each later, and we'd all started to really chill and get a bit louder. And the conversation inevitably turned to sex.

“What’s Joe up to now, then?” asked Mark, obviously angling to see if the kid might be available for another fuck at some point. He'd been available a couple of months before to provide a bit of extra cock for Joe one Saturday evening. The memory of his fat, circumcised 7.5 inches making the kid's teeth rattle before Alec took over to show him how it was done properly, was still a fond masturbatory moment in time. Not to mention his swarthy, hairy and dark skinned body contrasting with the boy's lighter toned skin. Wow.

“Oh, he’s busy at the moment. He's seeing someone" I answered, honestly enough but not giving too much away.

“Ah, that’s a fuckin' shame" said Matt, always fully charged and up for more, like an ever-ready battery. “He's a nice kid. Pity to waste that tight arse on one person and not share it around".

“Hey, I didn’t say he wasn’t sharing it" I retorted. “Just that he's seeing someone tonight. My neighbour".

“Eh? That big bloke next door? Looks like a gorilla on steroids?”. That from Mike, this time.

“Yup. That’s Alec” I admitted, with a  bit of a smile. “He's a fucking big guy and as hairy as an ape all right, but he's a nice bloke when you get to know him". (Why the hell was I defending Alec?).

“Huh, I remember Alec, all right" Mark chuckled. “Difficult not to. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a hairy bloke. I’m just surprised that he’s into boys".

Of course Mark remembered Alec. It was difficult not to remember him, once you’d seen Alec with his clothes off. Alec dominated any room he was in, completely unconsciously. It was just that aura of total masculinity he gave out. Alec had been happy to share though, and Joe had certainly been up for it (he was always up for it!). 

Oh, and Dave, who was a rugby player, had been the other one who had come over on a separate occasion to join in the fun with me and Alec, putting Joe through a couple of hours of spit roasting and contortions. But Dave was currently busy with his family and couldn’t make it now.

Mike laughed. “Well, Alec must have a button mushroom for a cock then. Most of the big blokes have. It’s all that mass. Always makes their todgers look small".

I have no idea why I said what I did, next. “Take it from me, its fucking huge! No wonder Joe can’t get enough of it. It feels amazing".

I mean, I might just as well have added “up the arse" the way the guys looked at me.

I’ve been up-front at being bi for years. It was me that arranged Joe's gang-bang with them, for fucks sake, so they even knew that I’d had him first! And before Joe, way back in our Army days, they knew that I wasn’t adverse to a young male bum when there was no fanny available. Neither were they, either. I knew that for a fact, when they’d taken advantage of whatever was available when there were no women in some of the crappy situations we'd found ourselves in, in some parts of the world. And Mike supposedly had a hankering for really feminine ladyboys, too! But I admitted to my bi-sexual predilictions. They all still considered themselves as straight. 

But I’d always maintained that I was purely a top. I could feel myself going red, so I blustered a bit. 

“What I mean is, Alec's got a massive cock. I’ve seen it in action. Joe loves getting fucked by it. And Alec's bloody good with it, too. Come on, Mark. You know that, you’ve seen it too!” I countered, working on the basis that, in moments of crisis, deflect to an opponent.

“Yeah, OK, no need to get your knickers in a twist” he said. “Mike, I can confirm that Alec is related to a donkey. And he likes smooth pretty boys. The kid shoots like a machine gun when that bleeding great big sod fucks him”.

That sparked off a sudden mental image of Alec with Joe, and what they were probably up to at that very minute. I could feel my excitement level suddenly surge. Now I was getting red for a different reason.

“What’s with the shaving, anyway?” asked Matt, eyeing my legs. (Bugger. Why the fuck hadn’t I worn jeans instead?). “You going all pretty boy on us, now? Is that why you're nice and smooth now, Tel? Alec likes his boys smooth, eh?” He had been sitting at the opposite end of the sofa to me, but shuffled along a little so was more into the middle. He twisted and looked directly at me. Now I was red with embarrassment.

“Just fancied a change, that’s all" I answered, defensively. “Working at the gym, just want to look my best, yeah?”

Matt reached over and caught hold of my left nipple through my thin T-shirt and tweaked it. I couldn’t suppress a slight gasp. And getting even redder, now with my nipple sending strong, urgent signals straight to my balls.

“Well, with these tits, you could get mistaken for sending the wrong signals" he smirked. “Look at ‘em, guys! They’re stickin’ out like light switches an' fuckin' beggin' to be chewed!”

Matt was a very muscular bloke, loved kick boxing and karate, and had a nose that had been broken a couple of times. It was one of the reasons that we called him Mad Matt. But despite the nose, he was still a nice looking dude. And very intense, with his startling blue eyes. Maybe that was why I didn’t try to fight him off as he sat there twiddling my nip like some sort of tuning knob on an old fashioned radio. Besides which, I could feel the heat rising – embarrassment or need, I wasn’t entirely sure.

Mark chipped in with “I reckon Alec is expanding his menagerie, boys! He’s getting Terry domesticated!”

“Ha! Not domesticated! Trained!” Mike laughed. “Trained to be ridden!”

Matt was pinching and twisting my tit firmly, not enough to hurt but enough to feel it. He caught hold of one of the small holes in my thin T-shirt and ripped it open a bit further.

“Yeah, look at that. Not a fuckin’ hair. Smooth as a baby's bum, you are. You exploring your fantasies a bit then, are ya? The gorilla next door showin' you what’s what, is he?”

Mark chimed in “I reckon that pretty boy Terry's got a bit jealous of pretty boy Joe. Getting all the attention is he, Terry? So you’re getting in touch with your other side, are you, to see what it's like?”

I wanted to tell them to fuck off, that I was nobody’s pretty boy. I wanted to deny everything and tell them that I was still the same old Alpha male that I’d always been. But I didn’t. I sat there and said nothing, apart from the odd gasp and moan and tremble slightly as Matt ran his hand over my chest and twirled my nipple. I couldn't deny anything, could I? It was true.

I wanted to get up but I honestly couldn’t move. The evening of fun and laughs had suddenly become subtly, menacingly different. I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car, sitting in the middle of a road waiting to be caught or squashed. I didn’t know if I felt intimidated by my mates suddenly, or aroused.

Mike, who was standing to my other side, where he'd been guzzling from a can, reached down and caught hold of my other nipple which was making a sharp point in the thin material, and pinched it. Unconsciously, like some Pavlovian response, my hands rested passively at my sides and my legs opened a little wider. And I gasped again, slightly louder this time.

“Hey, just look at this! Our Terry's got a volume knob too! Ha ha ha!” Mike chuckled.

“Fuck off!! I’m not getting fucking turned on. It’s just a bit of bruising from the free weights at the gym" I protested, lying through my teeth.

Moving faster than I could respond to, Matt made a grab between my legs, where my cock should have been. Instead of my cock though, his hand went ‘bonk' as he made contact with the solid material of the chastity device.

“What the fuck?” 

His fingers suddenly yanked the zipper down and, lo and behold, there was the cock cage on full display, with my forcibly restrained dick securely locked away inside it. And he proved that I was, indeed, completely hairless, my dick trying desperately to chub up in the tight, restrictive confines of the cage.  

I just knew that I was dribbling pre-cum from the drainage hole at the end. I could feel a small, sticky puddle of it between my thighs.

Matt looked from cage to my scarlet face and back to cage, as I sat beside him, glowing with humiliation and lust. I could almost hear the realisation of my subjugation whirring in his brain.

“Bloody hell!” he breathed. ““He's bitched you up!”

It was one of those moments in life where you wish you could vanish in a puff of smoke, or rewind the clock by a couple of hours and relive the events differently. But somehow, with my three mates surrounding me, oozing confidence and masculinity by the bucket load, something inside me took over.

Maybe it was because I was in a permanent state of emotional arousal. Maybe it was because I'd been feeling less authoritative, and they were dripping testosterone from every pore. Maybe it was because I was semi-naked and they were fully clothed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was because they suddenly seemed like they were dogs sniffing around a bitch in heat. Whatever it was, I was not the same Terry, the alpha leader of an alpha pack. I was Terry the slut, desperate for dick. Any dick.

And I desperately wanted...needed...sex. Any kind of sex. Anything, from anyone. Even my hunky, rough mates.

It was Mark who pulled my T-shirt over my head, almost ripping it in half as he did so. 

“Bloody hell, I wondered why we weren’t going to a pub. Not even any porn", he murmured, running his hand across my chest and down my stomach. “You didn’t want to give the game away, eh?”

“Oh, I dunno" growled Mike, groping himself through his trousers. “The way Terry's wearing his ‘look at me, I’m a muscle slut' gear it’s like he was begging to be noticed. Well, we noticed!”.

“So, you’re tonight’s entertainment, are you, Tel?” asked Mark, also fumbling with his crotch, which I couldn’t help but notice was considerably fuller in his jeans.

I looked up at him and Mike and licked my lips nervously, my mouth too dry to say anything. 

Matt, in the meantime, had worked my tattered old shorts down even further when Mike grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me forward, and then up onto my feet. As the shorts dropped to my ankles and I stood before them, naked and hairless, I must admit to feeling simultaneously humiliated and incredibly aroused. And now, slightly dominated, as Mike was holding my arms tight behind my back, while Mark tweaked my nips with his fingers. 

I had a sudden flashback to how Joe looked when he was paraded around at the gangbang to year before, and how he must have felt.

Matt stood up to look me straight in the eyes. 

“You’ve been ‘avin' us on all these years, Tel" he growled, his startling blue eyes unblinking. He suddenly reached forward with his right hand and cupped my painfully full balls. “Just look at these fuckers! How long has he had you locked up, eh?”

His palm was warm and moist as he bounced my balls in his hand. When I didn’t answer, he grasped them and pulled down firmly.

“Uh, over a week" I gasped out. With Mark playing with my tits and Matt pulling on my bollocks, my voice was so shaky that I barely recognised myself.

Mike, still holding my arms from behind, leaned over my shoulder and breathed on my ear “Hmmm. He's getting you hot to trot, is he? Making sure that you'll be really in the mood when he wants you, huh? Well, how about we give him a little help? And give you a little practice”.

“Yeah, I think Terry is really getting in touch with his inner sub" Mark chuckled. “You’re all horned up with no chance of getting off. So how about you help us out instead, eh? Just a little favour for your mates”.

I could have broken free easily enough, but being restrained like that somehow gave this scene an aggressive kick that was sexy. So I didn’t make any attempt to shake free or fight them off. It was hugely erotic.

Matt kept a hold of my nuts in his fist and reached further down with his other hand, between my legs, and ran an inquisitive finger up my arse crack where his finger tip rested against my tightly clenched pucker. It was already moist with my sweat and I shuddered as he grazed his finger across the sensitive ring of my anus. I groaned again and involuntarily opened my legs a little to give him easier access, while my knees bent a little so I was half crouching.

“Sweet" Matt breathed, tapping against my tightly closed muscle. “Not a hair anywhere. He's got you to take it up the arse, hasn’t he? Fucked you up, good an' proper”.

He released my balls to probe into the wider drainage hole at the bottom of the cage, where the tip of my cock lay tightly constricted, and rubbed over my piss slit with his finger tip. When he drew it back, a thread of clear, sticky pre-cum connected finger to cock before the thread sagged under it’s own weight and dripped to the floor.

“Jeeezus!” I moaned. “Oh, fucking hell guys”. 

My knees were trembling so much that with a gentle push from Mark, I sank to the floor.

The next few minutes were a blur. I submitted to their curiosity like a shy young virgin on her wedding night as my straight, lecherous mates pawed over my body like pigs snuffling for truffles. And I loved it. If I could have had an erection, it would have been up near my neck. 

Look, I’m not going to lie to you. I’m sure that you’d love me to confess that I was fucked by all three. Nice little fantasy, eh? Well, it didn’t happen. They were semi-pissed and so was I, so we could all have blamed the alcohol if they had. But it didn’t happen. I’m not sure why, I was so turned on I would have objected for appearance sake and submitted willingly. I was so turned on that I wanted them to. But it didn’t happen. Honestly.

What they did, though, was almost as bad. My nips were constantly mauled, which sent urgent signals of need to my heavy, churning bollocks. And one of the guys was hanging onto them and pulling firmly down and back to keep me positioned kneeling, chest low, arched back and arse up. I had a finger or three poking at and rubbing my sensitive, tight ring till it twitched and flowered open in invitation, and I practically sank down onto their inquisitive digits like a prom queen giving it up to her beau. Then, with fingers buried in the steamy heat of my arse, my prostate submitted to being stroked and poked as my gasps and moans went up several notches. 

In fact, it seemed that there was a bit of a competition going on – who could make me gasp the loudest, or make me cry out in the highest octave. My prostate was so fucking sensitive that every tiny action caused an explosive reaction to my already heated libido. I was in a constant flux of mind bending mini explosions, like firecrackers fizzing in my head. I swear that my body jerked with the fierce sensations.

They talked in low voices between themselves, mostly encouraging each other to make me moan louder, as they took turns to finger my arse or twist my nipples, but I have no idea what they said. The blood was pounding in my ears so much that I was practically deaf.

When they hauled their cocks out, hard and eager in their hands, I know that I started salivating. I knelt there on the floor at their feet with my mouth open, staring at those dicks like they were tasty offerings to a beggar as they were waved in front of my face.

I know that I spent some time sucking each of their cocks. Mike's 8 incher had a foreskin which was loose and long which I pulled at and teased with my teeth a bit, and his knob was the most sensitive. Matt’s was the longest at just under 9 inches and had a bend to the left about half way up, which was a bit awkward to navigate, but went further into my throat. Mark’s was the thickest and made me choke a bit as my lips were pressed against the material of his pants. All of them were rock hard and leaking pre-jizz which I licked off, drilling into each piss slit for more. 

I seem to remember some exclamations like “Yeah!” and “Fuck his skull!” and “Jesus, I’m nearly there!”. But most of what they were saying went, quite literally, over my head.

And you know what? I enjoyed it. Yeah, me, the gym trainer top guy. I enjoyed worshipping those cocks of my fully clothed mates as I knelt on the floor, naked, hairless and in chastity, like some leather man's fantasy toy-boy sex slave. I enjoyed exploring their dicks, each one unique and throbbing with urgency. Enjoyed being the vessel to bring about their release and gratification. 

Ultimately, the three guys wanked their loads out over my chest. Not simultaneously (this wasn’t a porn shoot, after all) but more or less one after the other. Well, technically, some of it went in my mouth, but a lot of it ended up on my chest...and over my face. Most of it what landed on my skin was scooped up by their fingers and wiped in my hair or shoved in my mouth. The remainder dribbled down my stomach where it pooled in the ridges of my abs and sank lower to congeal with the sweat in my groin.

I slobbered and drooled over those three dicks for a while, while my own unsatisfied cock pulsed and dribbled in the confines of its horrible prison, impotently restrained from taking any part in the proceedings. And somehow, that seemed right. 

I was no longer one of them, driven by their basic urge to use another for release. Now, I wanted to be used, taken forcefully, made to cum despite myself. I wanted Alec. Badly. Fuck, I ached to be used by him. My arse ached to be used. By him.

“Another time mate, we'll give you a bit more of what you’re really after" Mark gasped out, after he had finished shooting over me.

“Yeah, we'll treat you nice, Tel. Just let us know when you’re free, eh?" Mike said in agreement.

Matt just winked and nodded at me with a smirk, still panting.

They helped me to my feet and handed me my tattered old cut-offs. My T-shirt was so ripped that it was pointless trying to wear it again. 

It was...odd. We continued drinking as if nothing had happened, almost as if by some unspoken agreement that the last hour shouldn’t be mentioned. Yet the air was heavy with the smell of spunk and I still had the evidence of their manly urges drying on my torso. And they kept giving me slight nudges and winks periodically. Matt even pinched my arse and laughed. 

After another half dozen cans and more chasers each, they eventually crashed out at midnight in my living room. I have no idea if I was grateful, or disappointed. A bit of both, I think.

I had a shower and spent an uncomfortable night half awake, one ear cocked for sounds of movement, wondering if one of them might creep upstairs to take advantage of my over-heated state in the privacy of my bedroom. I know that my asshole was constantly constricting, trying to clamp against the air. It was so fucking frustrating! 

I spent some time by myself in the dark, poking my own fingertip through my itching, tender anal ring, trying to ease the constant need to be prized wide open and stretched to tearing point by a huge, veiny, upwardly curved cock. And I squeezed my nips so hard to stop them chafing on the sheet that I ended up making them worse. Christ, I was so hot, it’s amazing that I didn’t set fire to the bed! 

Finally, the anesthetising effects of the alcohol sent me into a fitful slumber, where dreams of monstrous penises chasing me kept me tossing and turning for half of the night.

Yeah, in all good porn stories there would have been an orgy. This wasn’t a porn story though. This was me, restless and exhausted in un-fulfilled (and incapable) FUCKING NEED! And my mates were slumbering and snoring downstairs, having relieved the urgency of their erections.

I recall being in two minds whether to go back downstairs and invite them all up to finish what they had started, just to scratch my intolerable itch. But my pride, and humiliation with the knowledge that those guys were my mates of many years, stopped me. So my balls ached and my persistently unsatisfied desire continued – but was infinitely stronger than before.

Oh. My. God. I needed to cum! 

As I lay there, sweating and so horny that I could have taken on an entire football team (and probably half of the supporters) single handedly, my clearest thought in my overheated brain was...Please, please, please, let Alec fuck me soon!

Continued in Part 9