Miles
Miles had no desire to remain caged a minute longer. Sleepless nights drew bags under his eyes, but his confidence had grown exponentially along with his frustration.
Patience would be his greatest ally; he couldn’t act rashly.
Luring Jordan into a false sense of security was the only way he would gain his trust, and a vital cog in his plan to carry out his revenge.
The humiliation of having his big cock locked in chastity turned into fear and rage.
Jordan was anything but a fool, and now that he had Miles under his thumb, he would stop at nothing to keep him there.
Miles’s brows drew into sharp lines, but he willed himself to feign stoicism, as if he had accepted his fate, that he was destined to be Jordan’s property and bottom boy. He surveyed the apartment, hawk-eyed and meticulous, gauging the place for any sign of the key. Naturally, it wasn’t anywhere in sight, and a grim smirk spread on Jordan’s lips.
Miles yearned for bloody knuckles, his fists about to turn into balls of knotted fingers.
“I’m ready to be punished, sir,” he said instead. “I deserve it.”
Jordan blinked in disbelief, but suspicion showed in his tensed shoulders. He was expecting an attack; his posture conveyed no trust, only caution. He sauntered toward the coffee table and sat on it, ignoring the couch, and Miles knew the next thing to do was to kneel.
His knees hurt on the cold tiles, but he sucked in the urge to complain. His hands over his thighs; he kept his head low, not meeting Jordan’s ravening gaze. Miles could barely breathe, and his cock pushed against the cage, begging to be set free. It leaked precum into his black boxer briefs, unwilling to accept its captivity.
“That’s where you belong,” Jordan pushed the sole of his bare foot into Miles’s torso. “Kiss it.”
The disgust that rose into his throat was promptly rammed back into his stomach, and Miles obeyed, honoring Jordan’s hairy foot with his mouth. He guessed that he had already showered, as there was no funky smell coming from it, and Miles thanked the sky for that. He didn’t stop until Jordan put two fingers up.
“Enough, boy,” He said sternly. “I hope you know this isn’t nearly enough to make up for the way you disrespected me.”
“I will endure whatever punishment you see fit, sir.”
The slap was faster than his reaction time; his cheek stung, but Miles remained still.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You have a long day ahead of you. I’ll have you crying and broken by the end of the day.”
As if fucktard. Miles thought, staring at his hands.
“Yes, sir.”
“Get in the shower, I want your fuck hole ready for my cock.”
Jordan stripped him personally with harsh determination; he threw his shoes in one corner, and his jeans in another, until Miles was bare naked.
He undressed as well, his cock already hard and ready to fuck.
His purple nuts were crowned by his locked cock and regrowing pubes. He turned pale; he should’ve shaved; he had forgotten Jordan’s insistence on his being as smooth as possible.
“That’s disappointing,” Jordan said without missing a beat. “Can’t even follow the simplest rule.”
He led him to the shower and turned on the water. It was cold, and Miles’s cock and balls shrank. He breathed heavily until Jordan set the faucet to warm. He then proceeded to bend Miles over and spread his asscheeks apart. A firm slap landed on his buttocks, and Miles bit his lower lip to capture a snarky remark.
“Obviously, you didn’t take care of your hole properly either,” Jordan palmed his ass five more times, as Miles kept his hands flat on the shower walls while enduring the pain.
He was left alone under the water for a few seconds, and Jordan came back to apply a good amount of shaving cream over his asshole. The blade expertly slid in and out of his crack, but every time it got too close to his tender hole, Miles sucked it in.
“Stop winking at me,” Jordan commanded, scissoring his ass lips open with rough fingers.
The shaving was quick, precise, and Miles now felt water running undisturbed over his crack. He remained angled toward the floor; the worst thing was about to come.
He glimpsed Jordan unscrewing the shower head before shoving the hose deep into him. He was filled with water until it overflowed.
“Keep the water in for ten seconds, boy,” Jordan counted down to 1. “Release.”
He repeated the action a few more times until Miles heard a satisfied sound coming out of Jordan’s throat.
“That’ll do for now, as for the shaving, there’s some hair on your chest as well, but I don’t have the fucking time to take care of that today. I’ll make sure you get an appointment to wax your body.”
“Yes, sir,” Miles replied through gritted teeth.
“What was that, boy?”
“Yes, sir!” He said with assurance.
“That’s better.”
Jordan applied body wash over his body, rinsed him, dried him, and led him back to the living room.
“Sit,” he said, and disappeared into the bedroom.
The sudden serenity called back Miles’s resentment; he punched the sofa’s cushions multiple times and exhaled until his lungs were empty, and inhaled before choking.
Jordan came back, and he was wearing his favorite cockring. The black rubber shone, and his cock already swelled angrily, a drop of precum hanging dangerously at the tip until it crashed on the floor.
A chain with a key dangled around his neck tentatively.
“Come on, boy,” he said with a casual tone.
The bed was covered in a pristine white sheet, the bed covers hidden God knows where, along with the pillows. Black leather straps were fixed at the four corners of the bed, and the lamp on the nightstand had been replaced by contraptions Miles recognized, and others he didn’t.
Jordan pointed at the bed with his chin, and Miles climbed onto it.
“Face down, or on my back, sir?” Miles asked on all fours.
“On your back.”
Miles was secured spread-eagled in an instant. He tested the restraints, but no amount of strength training would help him rip them apart.
Shortly after, the chastity cage came off, liberating him from days of horrendous denial. His cock sprang to life; it was thicker than ever, thumping rhythmically with his heartbeat.
“Thank you, sir,” Miles said, humping the air. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, it doesn’t mean you’ll get to cum.”
“F…” Miles almost snapped, but pressed his lips in a thin line. “Understood… master.”
Jordan didn’t pay any mind to his leaking dick. But he presented Miles with a strange device made out of two see-through plates with punched holes in them and screws.
“This is a ball crusher, pretty self-explanatory. Made with acrylic plates to see how flat your balls can get.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll endure it.”
Miles hid his panic behind unbothered eyes and lay his head flat on the mattress. The cold bite of what he knew was a steel ring encircled his genitals, but he kept looking at the ceiling. Then, each of his balls was squeezed into the first plate, and his rod was inserted into the hole of the second plate.
They were screwed in place.
It was a snug fit, but it wasn’t too bad.
“You must be thinking, oh, that’s it?” Jordan ominously said, tightening the wing nuts.
The pressure increased, and Miles stared in horror as his nuts were squeezed into the device. He pulled at the restraints unconsciously, his athletic body taut and tense.
“I’m not going to hurt you too badly; you’ll walk out of here with a healthy set of balls full of cum. But this is gonna hurt. I won’t go easy on you. First, you cheated, and then you lied; you must suffer for it.” Jordan’s face inched closer to his. “In the end, you might even learn to like it.”
“Will I?” Miles asked, distraught. “Sir, I said I was sorry.”
But it sounded hollow even to himself.
“What a fuckin’ joke,” Jordan kissed him hard on the lips.
It was more taunting than romantic, another way to assert his dominance and ownership.
The wing nuts tightened progressively.
The pain only came after his balls were compressed as flat as pancakes, but Miles didn’t want to beg. He couldn’t give Jordan the satisfaction. The urge to punch his teeth out grew the more he squeezed his sack in the cruel device, all the while smiling and stroking his own cock.
The squeeze was unbearable, and Miles saw his nuts had turned white. He thought they might pop, but his pain couldn’t overpower his will.
It couldn’t.
“Open your mouth.”
Jordan stuck two fingers into it, leaving Miles gagging and drooling. He fingered Miles’s already loosened hole with spit-slicked fingers, but only as a minor precaution. The restraints holding Miles’s ankles had enough slack to allow Jordan perfect access to his ass.
He wanted to tear him apart, to strangle him until he begged for his life.
Jordan didn’t take long to line himself with his entrance, pressing against it with his enlarged cockhead. His hip thrust forward, and half his length went in, extracting a pained cry from Miles, who breathed heavily as both his balls and hole endured punishing stimulation.
“Good boy,” Jordan buried his cock deeper, dilating Miles’s defenses until he reached so deeply that Miles believed he was going to throw up. “Fuck yeah, bitch!”
Tears pooled in his eyes, but Miles remained composed, even as Jordan further flattened his nuts.
“Sir,” Miles started, but stopped.
Jordan’s hips collided with his violently. “Yes?”
“Fuck, sir, it’s so much all at once.”
“Be glad I didn’t whip you as well,” Jordan warned. “Next time, you will be.”
Clemency wouldn’t be the term Miles would’ve used, but it was better than nothing.
His balls were about to pop open, but his cock remarkably stayed hard throughout the entire ordeal.
He hated himself for it and wondered if the punishment wasn’t actually deserved.
As Jordan pounded into him, turning the wing nuts a bit more at intervals, Miles lost himself in the memory of his old life and how low he had fallen.
If only he had punched Jordan square in the face when he had shown him the cage. It would’ve been a clean ending.
Yes, he had been used, fucked, and bred. But at least his manhood was still his to control at the time. Now, Jordan would lock him back into the cage before unbinding him. He wanted to send the hunk of a man flying across the room with a powerful kick to the gut, but Miles was a prisoner.
And part of him craved it.
He frowned and started rocking onto the dick that was fucking him.
“Yeah, boy, go at it, fuck yourself!” Jordan roared, plowing harder. “Fuck, yeah!”
Suddenly, Jordan spilled his load. Miles didn’t even have the time to brace himself for the feeling of the warm cum’s intrusion. He was bred, once more, claimed. His cock throbbed, pulsing bigger with every single thrust.
But his brain knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that. He had to find a way out of his subservience.
“Fill me up, sir!” Miles yelled. “Fuck, breed me deep!”
He put as much conviction in the words as he could. When Jordan pulled out, warm seed trickled on the bed. Discontent, Jordan grabbed one of the plugs on the nightstand, recovered the wasted cum, and plugged it back in. It was one of those pear-shaped ones with a flat base, and Miles knew he was to keep it inside him.
“You’ve been dosed once, it’s not over yet.” Jordan screwed the ball crusher even tighter.
“No, master, please!” Miles couldn’t control himself. “Please, don’t, it hurts, sir!”
“Good fucking boy, that’s what I wanted to hear. It took you a while to beg, I’m impressed.”
The pressure over his balls was released, and Miles checked if they were still intact. They were red, but they’d regained their egg shape. Jordan squeezed them gently.
“They’re ripe for what’s next.”
The small remote he snatched from the nightstand didn’t seem like much, but it was bundled with two small bands and what resembled pads attached to wires. Miles’s heart quickened; he hadn’t realized it at first, but now he knew what it was.
“Know what that is?”
“It’s for,” he gulped.
“Yes?”
“It’s for e-stim play, sir.”
“You’d be right!” Jordan said excitedly. “Let’s see your cock and balls fry.”
“Please, sir, no.”
“Don’t piss me off, or I’ll set it to the highest setting from the get-go!”
There was no genuine anger in Jordan’s voice, but the threat was real.
“I’ll learn to enjoy it, master,” Miles uttered, turning his head toward the window. “I swear.”
Rage brought tears to his eyes; vengeance was too far from reach, days away.
He had to endure, to be strong.
But part of him doubted his own sanity.
What if, as he was told, he came to enjoy it?
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