Jordan
Miles’s locked cock was the most beautiful thing Jordan had seen in a long fucking while.
He had often fantasized about restraining a guy’s freedom, to take away their right to their manhood.
Jordan had bought the cage for an ex-fling of his, but when he hinted at the idea of chastity, he was left with an empty bed and full balls. So he kept the chastity cage hidden, but not out of reach. He hoped that one day, he would meet a guy who would be willing to give up his autonomy and endure weeks upon weeks of blue balls.
The handsome fellow who was being stretched out by his cock had been an unlikely candidate, and Jordan hadn’t thought of him as a potential partner at all. He was rough around the edges and carried himself with the kind of swagger that made grannies switch sidewalks and cops squint suspiciously.
But there he was, Miles in all his glory.
His muscles were glistening from getting railed, his thick eyebrow squashed in a constant frown of pleasure and frustration. His square, shaven jaw clenched tighter each time Jordan reached his prostate. The walls of his hole were smooth and lubricated with a fresh new coat of lube and spit, and he could feel they hadn’t had the time to recover from the previous breeding. Jordan was tired, so he was thrusting into his boy slowly and deliberately, massaging him in the places he knew would make him beg for mercy.
But Miles didn’t beg this time; his eyes bore into Jordan’s with a new kind of defiance. It made him smirk and pound deeper.
“Think you’re tough?” Jordan asked cockily. “How’s that dick?”
Miles didn’t respond, so Jordan punished him with a rough drilling. He felt nails digging into his forearm and back, and he knew they had drawn blood. It stung. But he wasn’t deterred by it; he roughened up the locked jock, enjoying every second of his agony.
His bottom moaned, grunted, and cursed, but never once did he beg him to go easy. So Jordan kept going.
Their sweating bodies squelched in a perfect rhythm. Miles’s dick peaked a few times. When he forgot about it, Jordan would give it a wag and laugh softly. He could see it was trying to get hard, but the confines of the cage didn’t allow it. His skin pulsed, and his veins became purple, but there was no escaping his prison.
Meanwhile, Jordan enjoyed Miles as he had never before. He knew his whole focus was on serving him; there wasn’t any wanking off as he was getting railed. There was only Jordan and his mighty cock.
“You want my cum, Miles? You want it?” he said.
“Fill me up, what do I care?” Miles replied, looking away.
The shift in tone was to be expected; no healthy guy would enjoy getting locked in chastity unless they expressly craved it. Even then, the actual act was always humiliating and disconcerting. Therefore, Jordan could understand, but not excuse, Miles’s shitty behavior. But he asked the question anyway, though he already knew the answer.
“Is it because of the cage?”
Miles looked up, rage swimming in his gaze. “The fuck do you think?”
Jordan thrust deep into the swollen sleeve he had claimed. “Watch your tongue, boy!”
“Fuck,” Miles muffled. “Fuck, why the chastity?”
“You know why,” Shaun continued, his hips crashing in anger against Miles. “You misbehaved, you need to pay for it now. If you didn’t want this, why did you agree to play?”
“You keep asking the same fucking question!” Miles half-yelled, frowning. “I don’t fucking know! I was curious, ok, I didn’t think you’d take this shit this far.”
“You agreed to play. I told you you’d have to be ready for anything.”
“I thought we’d be banging, not that you’d lock my dick,” Miles retorted. “How would that make you feel?”
Jordan slowed his pace, wrapping Miles in a warm, sweaty hug before kissing his neck.
“I know how this must feel, but you lost the bet. You’re my boy for another two weeks, and I intend on showing you that this is right for you. Submission is in your blood; forget who you thought you were and be who you’re supposed to be. I want you to be my property, that’s what I want.” Jordan admitted with a soft kiss on Miles’s forehead. “I’ll be a fair owner.”
“Bullshit!” Miles screamed and broke free.
His bulging muscles were tense, and the snakes on his arms bulged, threatening to break through his skin. He was entirely capable of doing some damage right then and there, but all he did was grab his things from the floor, the chair, and the sofa and storm out.
There wasn’t any discussion as he dressed, but as he cracked open the door, he turned toward Jordan and said with a wavering voice:
“You’re not gonna unlock me until the end, are you?”
“I won’t,” Jordan said with a dark grin. “I will free you in two weeks, even if you don’t keep your end of the deal.”
“Why not unlock me now, then?”
“I’m being lenient; I should paddle your ass right there and now. But I get where you’re coming from,” Jordan sighed. “I’ll only punish you if you come back here. If you don’t, we will meet so I can unlock you, and then I never want to hear from you, ever again.”
The door slammed shut, and Jordan had to waste his precious cum. There was no one to swallow it, no one to inseminate.
His frustration was coupled with sadness, but he knew Miles would come back. No blue balled boxer would be strong enough to resist sex for two weeks while being locked.
He had no hands-on experience, but he would’ve bet on it.
Work kept Jordan occupied the next day, and Miles only popped up a dozen times in his head.
His colleagues were more annoying than usual, and his boss was as obnoxious as barking dogs in the morning. His morning coffee wasn’t nearly strong enough, his afternoon coffee didn’t make anything better, and the only moment where he unwound was when he hit the weights.
Though they shared the same boxing club, Jordan and Miles went to different gyms.
Jordan put himself through an intense training session, so much so that he was sweating and short of breath by the time he was done. He finished with a brisk treadmill run and headed to the showers.
They were full, and he frustratingly had to wait for his turn. He should’ve just gone back home, but someone was looking at him with clear intentions in mind.
A cute little twink with a nice bum and a wiry frame batted his lashes at him. He had black, slanted eyes and straight black hair. He was gorgeous in all the right ways, with perfect skin, plump lips, and taller than Jordan by a head. His submission nature was apparent, and Jordan decided to slip into his line.
“Sup,” Jordan said.
“Hey,” the twink replied shyly.
“I’ve noticed you checking me out, like what you see?”
“I do,” he looked around, unsure. “I love how big you are. It must be hard to keep up with your routine.”
“I work hard, and play hard,” Jordan leaned toward him. “But I guess that’s what you like, don’t you?”
The twink laughed nervously. “Is that obvious?”
“Pretty much,” Jordan licked his lips. “Wanna head out? I could use your help.”
“I don’t know… Now?”
“Yes, boy, now!” Jordan said firmly, and then whispered. “I know you want that cock in your mouth, it’ll taste real good, I can tell you that.”
The nameless twink blushed and looked at his feet. “Ok, lead the way.”
Jordan’s car was parked in one of the darker corners of the parking lot, and it was spacious enough to accommodate two hot bodies. The twink didn’t know where to start and was fumbling with his own car keys.
“Focus, boy,” Jordan ordered while pulling down his gym shorts.
His cock strained against the band, and when it slipped out, it slapped his belly thickly. Precum was already oozing out, his foreskin was still covering his head, revealing just the tip and his slit.
“Get that tongue under the skin,” Jordan said. “I’ve had a rough day, so I hope your mouth is worth it.”
He was mean, mainly because he didn’t care for the twink’s feelings. It was a one-off thing, and the man he wished was on his dick was MIA. It had only been a day, but to Jordan, it felt like an eternity. He hated how things had gone, and he had to admit that if he lost Miles’s sweet hole, he would miss it. His entire body, and even his cock were perfection. The chastity cage was a tool to ensure Miles wouldn’t gallivant around, but in the end, Jordan had lots of fun plans for it, too.
A good cock had to be used, but he hadn’t really had the time to, yet.
The twink sucked on his cock sloppily, using his long fingers to peel off Jordan’s foreskin. He was moaning around him, his ass against the passenger door.
“Good cocksucker,” Jordan grunted. “Go deeper, don’t make me force your head down.”
The twink did as he was told and gagged on Jordan’s length. But he didn’t back away; he had to give him that. He massaged his balls, gobbled one of them up at some point, but couldn’t get them both in.
His spit coated Jordan completely; even his balls were wet. But even the head he was getting was amazing, nothing compared to Miles’s sweet mouth. It was different to have a so-called straight boy under your thumb; it was every man’s wet dream.
The twink was growing more confident in his stroke, and Jordan left him to do the work, hands behind his head and legs slightly open to let the boy have full access to his riding rod. He noticed the boy loved tugging his balls, and it only added to the excitement.
His balls tightened, and a familiar tension rose into his dick; it warned of an incoming load.
“I’m gonna blow, boy,” Jordan panted, placing a hand over the twink’s head. “You swallow?”
The twink nodded on his dick.
“Good,” Jordan continued, thrusting his cock down the sweet throat serving him.
He sprayed his seed with a long, guttural moan, holding the boy in place so he wouldn’t waste a drop of it. Gurgling sounds mixed with the boy’s satisfied moan sent more pleasure through Jordan’s body, and for a minute, he was lost in bliss. He forgot about his worries and about Miles. But as soon as the twink got off his dick, all of it came back.”
“Damnit,” he uttered in frustration.
“Thanks for that,” the twink said. “See ya around.”
He picked up his things and left.
Jordan had been used, but it didn’t matter.
He pulled up his shorts and went home.
His night was agitated; he had a hard time sleeping again. The bags under his eyes the following morning were a testament to his distress, but he only had to be patient.
Miles’s punishment would be swift and severe.
When the weekend came, Jordan hadn’t had any news from his boy.
If he had been a less optimistic person, he would’ve lost hope. But good things come to those who wait.
On Sunday morning, as noon was approaching, his bells rang.
He was only wearing an old gray hoodie and the matching pants. He paused his game and set the controller on the coffee table before making his way to the door.
Could it be him? He thought.
And it was.
Miles was standing, dressed in a loose white t-shirt, a leather jacket, and blue jeans. His head was bowed, eyes transfixed on his white sneakers. They had seen better days, but so had he, apparently.
“Please,” he looked up, eyes pleading. “Please, unlock me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“That’s what you have to say for yourself after leaving me hanging like a cumrag?”
“I’m sorry,” Miles mumbled; he didn’t dare cross his gaze.
Jordan leaned into his doorframe. “You’re not gonna ask me how I’ve been? You’re only here because you want to be freed?”
“I don’t know what I want… I’ve been thinking about you ever since I left. I don’t know what to think. My cock and balls hurt. I need to cum so bad!”
“You don’t need anything, boy,” Jordan answered. “I decide what you need.”
“You’re such a twisted fuck,” Miles retorted, his angry stare settling on Jordan. “Is that how you want it to be? None of this is healthy!”
“I won’t ever do anything to hurt you,” Jordan said, taking a step forward. “But a boy never cheats on his handler, that’s a basic rule.”
“I won’t do it again, ok!”
“I can’t take your word on that, but if you behave, I won’t be as harsh on you. You need to understand your place. You’re not top boy anymore, you’re my boy, and I know what’s best for you. You’ve been dreaming about cock. There’s nothing else on your mind.”
Miles didn’t reply, but his eyes told the truth.
“Come in, let’s talk this out for a bit,” Jordan offered, opening the door wider. “I won’t unlock you until the two weeks are over, no matter what. But you could make the most of it by serving me, as you should.”
Miles looked left and right, as if checking to see if nobody was watching.
Then, he stepped over the threshold.
“Good boy,” Jordan said, locking the door.
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