Miles
The lid of the box opened, and Miles was struck with terror when he saw what was inside: A chastity cage. The plastic was black and shiny, and smelled of something new. He had only seen them on forums and some porn videos, but he had never understood the appeal of it. The idea of cramming your cock in a restrictive prison was beyond him.
Why would a guy choose to be locked in this? He thought.
His cock went soft instantly. He was still sitting on the bed, shocked and dry-mouthed. He swallowed his spit with difficulty and wanted to crawl under the bed and make himself as small as possible to be forgotten.
“Do you know what that is?” Jordan asked temptingly.
“I do.”
“Do you know why you must wear it?”
“But… we never talked about this, I thought we’d be fucking and that’s it,” Miles spiraled. “I don’t want my cock crammed into this. Will it even fit? This is so fucking humiliating, please, don’t make me do this. Fuck man, this isn’t what we agreed on!”
Miles sent the box flying across the room, and it crashed into a wall. The red bricks weren’t chipped in any capacity, but the sound the box made was loud enough to cause Jordan to jump in surprise. None of them spoke for a moment; the instant dragged on until Jordan chuckled, hiding his charming smile with his hand. Miles’s eyes shot up, but his head didn’t move; he didn’t want to push his luck.
The box was probably expensive, and he had thrown it away just because he couldn’t contain his emotions.
“Understandable,” Jordan said. “I gathered you wouldn’t take the news too well. I’ve been thinking about enforcing chastity on you for a while. Especially after hearing the rumor of your promiscuity. A big cocked boxer like you can’t keep it in his pants for too long now, can he?”
Jordan crouched and was now facing Miles. Dark brown eyes met blue ones, and the spark was rekindled.
Miles’s cock hardened.
“See, you can’t control yourself,” Jordan continued. “But I’m flattered it gets hard so easily for me, probably for anything if I’m being honest. That’s why you need to be locked, I can’t have you running around fucking chicks however you like. You won’t be able to discover who you could be if you keep doing that, and then what? You’ll get married, have a bunch of snot snorting kids, and a wife you’ll cheat on because you’ve been lying to yourself all your life?”
Miles didn’t say a thing.
“You want this, you need this. Pussy is good, but cock is so much better,” Jordan forced Miles on his back gently. “You barely even fight it, see,” he dug a finger in the damp hole he had fucked. “So smooth and comfortable, as I trained it to be. There’s so much more in store for you, though.”
“I’ll beat you next time, and I’ll fucking tear your ass inside out!” Miles snarled. “Then, we’ll be even.”
“Who knows, maybe you will, maybe you won’t. You still got two weeks under my control.”
The hard tiles didn’t produce too much sound as Jordan crossed the room to retrieve the small box. He was searching for the cage, bending over and pushing around furniture.
The small lamplight was set at minimum, and Miles was glad it was, as his eyes burned with tears of rage.
Somehow, he didn’t want to move and get out.
There was a part of him that craved to see what would be next, and beneath all the shame and humiliation he felt, he also loved the shape of Jordan’s dick digging into him. He loved the smell trapped under his foreskin after a long day, and the taste of it as he cleaned out the day with his tongue. It wasn’t ever pungent, but it had this distinct smell Miles had grown crazy about. It would come back to him on the streets as he was walking, or while he was lounging on his couch.
It always brought his arousal to the surface, like an aphrodisiac.
“Do I have to wear it at all times?” Miles suddenly asked.
“What?” Jordan half-yelled.
“The cage, do I have to wear it all the time? At work and everything.”
“Of course, that’s the point,” Jordan showed him the chastity cage with a victorious smile. “I can’t have you running around spreading your seed however you please.” He sat beside him. “The box isn’t broken.”
Miles took the box and stared at it, his mind wandered off again, and he told himself it would be easy to step away. No binding contract had been signed, and even if he had, this kind of arrangement was certainly illegal. No matter how easy it seemed for him to take his stuff and never see Jordan again, he couldn’t. There was this force keeping him in place, an attraction he had only felt one time before, for an older woman.
Now, all his attention was on Jordan, beautiful, dominant Jordan.
He wanted to punish him, to own him too. He had to bide his time if he wanted to possess the Hispanic stud like he was possessing him. He wouldn’t make the mistakes he made during the last match; he would be ready. He would tackle him to the ground and claim him as his property.
“Will I have to wear it for the whole two remaining weeks?”
“Fuck yeah, you need this,” Jordan said emphatically. “You’ll see it once you’re locked.”
“Do I get to cum before you lock me?”
A laugh followed. “Fuck no, you and I both know you’ve released enough cum already. I want you to experience abstinence in a way you’ve never experienced it before. That cock, those balls, your beautiful self, will all thank me for it.”
“I think I’ll hate you for it, to be honest,” Miles said with a desperate chuckle.
“You might,” Jordan smirked. “So, is it yes or not?”
The black chastity cage rested flat on his palm; it was big enough to accommodate Miles’s flaccid cock without it shrinking, but it also wouldn’t allow it to get hard whatsoever. The thought sent a wave of cold through his bones, and Miles felt the need to backtrack again. But he wasn’t a wimp; he would follow through and take his punishment with grace, so that he would be able to return the favor later.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Jordan said with satisfaction. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. The good thing is that you keep yourself waxed, less work for me.”
They made their way to the bathroom, which was large, like the rest of the apartment. Jordan was a rockstar when it came to crisis management and has grown successful quite quickly. At 32, he had the life Miles had always dreamed of.
The dark green tiling went up the ceiling, and the entire bathroom sported a roomy shower as well as a white bathtub with gilded faucets.
When Miles stepped in front of the mirror that ran across the wall opposite him, he realized how rough the fuck session had been. He had scratches on his back, his legs were slightly bruised, and his lips were swollen.”
“Fuck,” he uttered.
“What is it?”
“You really went all out, motherfucker,” Miles said.
“You did do this, though.” Jordan showed his own lacerated back, which was still bleeding in some places. “You didn’t go easy either.”
“That’s because you were pounding me like a rabid dog, you fucker!”
“And like a bitch in heat, you took it,” Jordan replied matter-of-factly. “Now, put on a show, clean yourself up for me, hole and all.”
“What, with you standing there?”
“I think we’re past being shy, huh?” Jordan put the cock cage next to the sink. “Your cock has to be super clean. I’ll be unlocking you every two days to ensure there’s no swelling and to keep your cock clean.”
The water from the shower head went from cold to warm fairly quickly for an old building, the perks of being wealthy, Miles guessed. The shower soothed his aching body, and his muscles relaxed. His cock was still hard, and as he applied body wash to it and began stroking it for a bit too long, Jordan warned him to be careful. He would otherwise add a permanent butt plug to the chastity cage if he came without being allowed to.
“Yes, sir,” Miles had said, face red.
He scrubbed his body with care, but there was one thing he had omitted on purpose.
His manhole.
“Expose yourself as you clean it, I want all my cum out, since you can’t behave and keep it inside,” Jordan declared.
Miles bent over, his humiliation growing as much as his cock throbbed. He applied pressure to his hole and let one finger in. With his other hand, he directed the shower head toward it and let the water spray straight up his ass. He felt more cum gurgle out; he couldn’t believe how much there was. Jordan truly was prime meat, and fertile too in his opinion. His cum was always thick and perfectly white; meanwhile, his loads were often clearer, even if they were as generous.
“Done, sir,” Miles declared, straightening up.
“No, no, bend over, I’ll check it out myself.”
Jordan pushed Miles forward, eyes toward the black shower pan, and stuck two fingers inside of him. This time, Miles barely reacted; he was used to the feeling of fullness, and his hole was so loose he could’ve taken Jordan’s full seven inches without preparation. His own cock was longer, but Jordan’s was thicker.
“Good,” Jordan took out his fingers. “Dry yourself up, time for you to get locked.”
Once he was dry, Jordan kneeled in front of him and got to work. The cage came in two parts: a base ring and a cage tube.
“This is all pretty typical,” Jordan explained. “But this needs to go down before I can put it on.”
Miles’s boner was still in full display, and Jordan left him hanging for a while to let him go soft. He scrolled on his phone, laughed at some stupid videos, and soon Miles was completely flaccid. Right after, Jordan slid the base ring around his balls first, pulling on the loose smooth skin and then pushing his cockhead into it. Straight away, he started to harden, but a firm pinch to the balls stopped him from getting any harder.
The cage tube went over his shaft; it wasn’t solid black, more like a literal cage with bars. It showed skin and cockhead in just the right way, and it made it even worse for some reason.
Miles swallowed.
“Sir, will it hurt when I get hard?”
“It will be a little, but I’ve been nice to you. Some of ‘em have spikes lined into the cage,” Jordan said. “That’s a bit much for a beginning; others have urethral sounds. But again, I need to break you in first.”
Jordan spoke as if Miles would remain his boy forever, and he sure as hell wouldn’t.
Retribution would be painful once the other man was on his hands and knees.
A little click brought him back to reality, and his manhood was now locked and owned for real. Miles stared at himself in the mirror, and when his cock stiffened, the pressure reminded him of his imprisonment more than the sight of him. He wanted to beg; to drive Jordan’s head into the wall. But he wouldn’t do such a thing.
He wasn’t totally psycho; however, he knew he would fuck the smile off of his face once it was his turn to dominate.
“How does that feel, stud? That big cock locked up,” Jordan played with the key. “I’ve wanted to do that to a guy for such a long fuckin’ time.”
I’m the first, then. Miles thought.
“And how do you feel about it?” Miles asked.
“Fantastic, it’s gonna be a long two weeks for you,” Jordan kissed him on the shoulder, and brought him into a bit of a dance as their hips swayed from side to side.
Jordan’s massive cock was hard against his ass.
“Time to go again, your first breeding as a locked boy.”
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