Miles
Austin replied with enthusiasm when Miles texted him about a potential threesome, and when he told him he was free the next day, Jordan happily shared his address so that Austin could meet them there.
Cold asphalt and careful tires accompanied Miles on his walk back to Jordan’s place, and the few people who’d dared step onto the street looked down with their faces buried in thick parkas and coats. Miles liked the city; it was brimming with opportunities, and it had drowned every bad thought he could have had ever since he moved there. The past few days had been challenging for many different reasons, and as he crossed the road from one sidewalk to another, he kept on wondering what his captivity truly meant.
The snug cock cage that entrapped his manhood was a reminder of the choices he had made, of his own stupidity. Miles wished he could go back to the time when he didn’t know about chastity or being submissive, but Jordan had ruined him. Even if he chose to part ways with his captor, Miles would never forget the singeing sensation of being owned. He could run from it, pretend it had never happened, but it would always pop into his mind.
Like it did now.
A gray bird flapped its wings and took off as Miles approached. How nice it would be to be free again.
Four days, and he would know that feeling again.
His feelings were a mumbo jumbo of wants and needs, of disgusts and of fear. He turned left and leaned back into a wall, thunking his head into the hard, pollution-incrusted stones of the building.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
His destination was only one block over, and his legs trembled. Either from exhaustion, due to the time he had spent at the gym, or because they wanted to make a run for it. The only two guys who had fucked him were going to meet, and his chest tightened while his cock attempted to grow in its cage, unsuccessfully. Miles’s fists turned into balls of pent-up anger, and he did his best to breathe so it would leave his body.
The frigid air burned his nostrils and seeped into his otherwise warm body. He’d worked up quite the sweat when lifting, but of course, he had decided against hitting the shower. What would others think of him and his lock dick?
He’d be laughed at.
A car honked, and Miles’s eyes snapped open, the bright snow forcing him to squint. An old, dark-green car had almost bumped into a brand-new sports car. There might have been a fight if it hadn’t been so cold. But both drivers went on their merry way with screeching tires.
Miles clasped his hands together, his gloves as cold as everything around them. His shriveled cock felt tinier than ever, and that’s what he hated the most.
His pride was no longer his; it was someone else’s, and it throbbed when Miles pictured his body lying tied up on a bed.
A sacrificial lamb who had no say in his future whatsoever.
The smell of gasoline tickled his nose, and Miles, after taking another deep and measured breath, started walking again. His trainers clicked on the ground, which cracked in places when he stepped onto black ice. A slip could happen so fast.
Breaking a leg might be preferable. Then Jordan would free him earlier than first intended. What’s a slave who is unable to perform?
Slave. The tension that arose at the word also stirred Miles into arousal. He turned left and stuffed his hands in his pockets, albeit with some difficulty since his gloves were so thick. So that’s how he viewed himself now.
As a slave?
A submissive, maybe.
But a slave?
Jordan’s apartment building came into view, old with hints of new. Old red bricks, fitted with brand-new windows and a security system that would deter any thief from entering.
Miles let himself in, using the code Jordan had provided him, and dizziness overtook him as the elevator climbed higher. Its lazy hum making Miles more tense than if he’d been standing between two rival gangs. When he reached Jordan’s floor level, the sky was already darker than when he’d left the gym.
He stretched and rang the bell.
“I told you you could come in. I left the door open for you,” Jordan told him when he opened the door.
“Sorry, it feels weird to come in like I own the place,” Miles said with pinched lips. “Austin’s going to be here soon.”
“Which means we gotta free your little guy before he does,” Jordan winked.
“It’s not that little.”
Jordan grinned maliciously. “It’s not, but it doesn’t make any difference now, does it? I mean, a locked dick, big or small, is still its master’s property.”
“Yes, master,” Miles replied, ashamed by the hardness under his waistband.
As if Jordan knew what was happening in his underwear, he said. “You love it, I know it. Come in, don’t just stand there.”
Miles was made to strip and fold his belongings. Afterward, Miles unlocked him, and the satisfying click of freedom finally allowed Miles to get hard. His engorged cock was sensitive, and he knew he’d cum with only a few strokes.
“Let’s have you cleaned up before our guest arrives,” Jordan motioned Miles toward the bathroom and settled on the toilet seat. “Scrub that hot body of yours. When you’re done, I want you to make sure the water coming out of your slutty hole is crystal clear.”
The humiliating feeling of being monitored only caused Miles’s erection to throb more. The soothing stream of water going down his body and the soap were soothing after his walk outside, but each time his hands reached for his cock, Jordan’s eyebrows shot up. Warning him not to get too far, not to use his tool without permission.
Without waiting for his next command, Miles unscrewed the shower head and unceremoniously shoved the hose up his hole. The build-up of water inside him was uncomfortable, and he moaned when it became too much. He pulled out the hose.
“Let it sink, keep that hole shut,” Jordan rose and switched off the water. Then, he forced Miles to face him. “You can’t continue to lie to yourself,” he said tenderly. “I know it’s hard to realize you’re a slave, but that’s your purpose. It doesn’t make you any less.”
Miles tried to look away, but Jordan pressed his thumb into his chin. “Please, sir…”
“You look at me, right now,” Jordan ordered, rather gently.
“I don’t want to be a slave.”
And that was something Miles was sure he didn’t want. He couldn’t lie about loving dick, about loving rough treatments, but the whole concept of being a slave didn’t sit right with him. He shuddered, and goosebumps spread over his wet skin. Lemons reminded him of summer, and so did the body wash he had used. He wanted the warmth of summertime to carry him away from the coldness of his life.
“Are you sure about that?”
“I am,” Miles replied firmly, locking eyes with Jordan. “But,” he licked his lips. “It doesn’t mean I don’t like some of the things we are doing. I think you’re totally misguided in how you do things. That’s not how you treat people if you want them to like you.”
There was no fear, no backtracking. Miles planted his feet on the shower tiles and expected Jordan to laugh maniacally and force him down to his knees to be punished. But none of that happened.
“You think so?” Jordan released his hold and let his hands wander down Miles’s body until he was able to grab his hand. “Would you consider staying if I agreed to some of your terms?”
“Some of my terms?”
“Yes.”
The water in his ass wanted to be let out, and Miles felt some of it trickling down his legs. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good,” Jordan kissed him, and Miles blushed. “Now, let’s get this over with.”
Once Miles was squeaky clean, they both settled in the living room. The distance between them on the couch was comical, and Miles couldn’t help but glance at Jordan as he typed on his phone.
Jealousy came out of nowhere, and he reprimanded himself for even thinking about it.
What if Jordan were talking to other guys? It didn’t matter. Miles grabbed a pillow and held it to his chest, snuggling in the soft bathrobe Jordan had provided him. His cock had calmed down, and his thoughts had found a sort of peace Miles wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep once Austin showed up.
“So, what are some of the terms you don’t want to compromise on?” Miles asked.
“Well,” Jordan threw his phone on the couch, and it almost bounced off it. “We’d be monogamous, that’s important to me.”
Surprising, or maybe it isn’t.
Jordan sank to the floor and crawled toward Miles like a lion assessing its prey. “That means no fucking around, ever.”
“I know what monogamy means,” Miles said flatly.
Jordan spread Miles’s knees, and it didn’t take long for Miles to sport a full-blown boner. And it took even less time for Jordan to have his lips around it.
“Shit,” Miles breathed. “Go easy,” he said, knowing one too many licks would make him cum.
“You’re so fucking close!” Jordan granted him two more strokes and let go, sitting on the floor with his hands splayed out on either side of his body. He wore a black tank top and very short, black shorts. His muscular legs seemed too big for it, and his chest was so big his nipples slipped out of his top.
“I am, that’s because I’ve been denied for way too long.”
“Another thing I won’t compromise on is that you won’t ever be allowed to jerk off without my permission.”
“So,” Miles gulped. “Chastity stays on.”
“Not necessarily,” Jordan threw his head back and laughed. “Unless you’re a cheater, which you proved to be.”
Miles’s ears turned red and burned. “We’re not together, and you’ve been a jerk from the beginning!”
“That’s true,” Jordan played with Miles’s balls, which didn’t help his erection. “But no, chastity isn’t necessary. I like using it from time to time, but if we’re together, I need to know I can trust you without the help of a cage.”
The first thing Miles wanted to say was that he could be trusted, though he hadn’t proved himself. The second thought he had was that he had been too stupid to be lulled into that sort of conversation as if he didn’t have enough doubts plaguing his mind already.
“What else?” Miles asked.
“I love CBT, slapping balls, sounding, and all that shit,” Jordan explained, slapping Miles’s testicles to let it sink in. “So you’ll have to learn to enjoy it.”
“Okay.”
“You’d roll with it?”
“Maybe,” Miles lifted his chin. “But you’ll have to agree to getting fucked. I’m vers.”
“Oh, you are now?”
“I am, and I’ll make you scream my name as I stretch you open with my big cock.”
“I…”
They were cut short by a ringing phone.
Miles’s.
He picked it up. “Hey, Austin… yeah, we’ll let you in.”
“So, ready for double penetration?” Jordan asked mischievously.
The blood drained from Miles’s face, and he wasn’t sure at all if he was ready for that.
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