Miles
Miles worked out until sweat soaked all the clothes on his back, because it was the only thing that kept his mind off his little problem.
The memory of Jordan and his stupid face helped him complete the most intense workout he’d had in a while, and he was proud to say his ass was going to hurt from something other than getting fucked.
His habit of showering at the gym wasn’t possible, for obvious reasons, so he headed out of the building with hair sticking to his face and smelly armpits. He’d had the foresight to bring a change of clothes, however, and it helped in keeping the cold of the night at bay.
As he made his way to the closest subway station, his muscles ached even though he’d stretched during the cool-down period, and he winced when he landed a bit too hard after jumping from the last step that led him underground.
It smelled like piss and dust.
He hated the subway with a passion, but his car had broken down, and affording a new one wasn’t something he could even think about.
Miles sighed deeply as he put his AirPods in his ears, blasting loud music because his mind was harassing him. If he could cum just one time, if only he could, then he wouldn’t be so cranky.
Motherfucker, you’re not ready for what I have in store for you. Jordan’s masculine and beautiful face appeared to him in flashes.
The ride home was as uneventful as it was dull, and the shabby apartment he called home was as depressing as ever. Working as a mechanic was fine, but Miles’s wage wasn’t the best. It paid the bills, it paid for food, it paid for his gym membership, but he’d rather be cast into the flames of hell if he had to live on so little money for the remainder of his life.
When the water splashed on his back, the shower filled with steam in a few seconds. His body and his mind relaxed, the mental and physical knots loosened, but once Miles patted himself dry, they were still there.
Just like the chastity cage that guarded his limp dick.
Heat rose to his face, anger keeping him from breathing normally.
He was hungry, he kinda was.
But he didn’t have the energy to cook anything. All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and let sleep carry him away from the fucking mess that had become his miserable life.
Ding, ding.
His phone’s screen lit up, and “Psycho Asshole” appeared on the screen.
His back straightened reflexively, and then Miles scoffed at how fucked up he was. He was in his own home, but his body responded as if Jordan were there.
He was worried the guy had gotten too deep under his skin, and, chewing his lower lip, he unlocked his phone and read:
Jordan: Wanna come over? I’ll cook you something nice :)
Miles frowned and clenched his fists.
What the fuck, is that his idea of a peace offering?
He tried to type a response, but erased it, and his second attempt ended in a few other erased words.
Until he typed a bold answer. Sort of.
Miles: I’m tired, tomorrow?
Jordan: Ok… Wear something nice.
Miles: Ok, night.
Jordan: Goodnight ;)
The response had probably pissed Jordan off and would certainly warrant punishment. But Miles wasn’t in the mood to see him again today; he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle his handsome face, his hot body, or control the urge to punch him.
His cock twitched.
“Fuck you,” he told it. “Damn it…”
It was still relatively early, and hitting the club seemed like a good idea. Getting drunk, shit-faced to the point of oblivion, would at least allow him to sleep properly. So Miles dressed in a black shirt that hugged his pecs nicely and a pair of jeans that complemented his muscular thighs and calves, then threw on leather dress shoes and a thick winter coat.
He carefully inspected his crotch to ensure the cage wasn’t showing through and headed out to the nearest club. It was a bit of a dump, but the music was good, and it was always full of hot chicks ready to suck dick and get a good pounding. All of which he would be unable to experience as long as he was under Jordan’s thumb.
The hate he felt couldn’t be put into words, and Miles punched a street sign to relieve the ache in his fist. It rang dully, and then he went on his way.
The sidewalk was moist, slippery, and when he almost slipped, he cursed so loudly he might’ve alerted the entire neighborhood. The dark windows contrasted with those that still had light in them, and Miles wondered how many of the people living in these windows indulged in fantasies that matched Jordan’s.
There couldn’t be that many people into it, right?
If there were, then he’d have stumbled upon freakier girls. They loved getting fucked, maybe getting cum in their hair or being spanked a little, but he had never encountered one that was into BDSM shit.
Especially not chastity.
Once all this was over, he didn’t want to see or even hear about that bullshit ever again, he told himself as he hugged his coat tighter around his muscular frame.
Steam escaped his mouth in big puffs, and Miles thought a cigarette might taste good in that moment. He’d stopped smoking three years ago, but he needed to occupy his fumbling fingers.
That’s when the idea of fingering pussy popped into his head.
He couldn’t use his dick, but his mouth and hands were free, and it would be a great way to spite his captor.
He smiled at himself, hearing the booming music of the club vibrating through the streets. It was just around the corner, past a couple of warehouses. They seemed hungry, as if the darkness within them was a living, watchful beast. Maybe there were ghosts in there, or more likely, addicts getting their fill.
The club came into view, and, as expected, the line of people waiting under the green neon sign was pretty substantial. It wasn’t high profile, and the glasses were a bit dirty sometimes, but the alcohol was quite cheap, and the company was more than suitable. Miles had bagged quite a few chicks in this club, and most of them had been great lays.
“ID,” the bouncer, whom he had never seen, demanded. He was the usual buff guy and towered over Miles.
“Are you kidding?” Miles asked irritably. “Do I look twelve to you?”
The bouncer, whose gorgeous blue eyes squinted, said, “No.”
Gorgeous? Get out of your head, Miles!
“Can I go in then?”
“ID, first.”
“Shit, okay, dude,” Miles found his driver’s license, trying to remain calm.
“Come in.” The bouncer moved aside, and as Miles pushed the doors of the club open, he said, “And don’t be an asshole in there!”
“Pinky swear,” Miles answered sarcastically.
His eardrums nearly ruptured when he stepped in, and the club was packed and smelled of sweat, alcohol, and sex.
Miles left his coat at the checkroom and winked at the hostess.
“What’s up, Ruby?” He winked at her.
“Hello, handsome, haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I’ve been busy, with work and everything, you know.”
“Gotta make money not to end up on the streets,” she continued with an attractive smile, her red lipstick glistening under the tired ceiling lights.
“Catch you later? Maybe...”
“It’d be my pleasure!”
It would, Miles was sure of it. He’d banged already.
A few ladies eyed him, and Miles greeted them with a cocky smile. His cock was already screaming to be let out, and he felt a drop of precum stain his briefs. Instead of diving straight into hunting, Miles ordered a whisky on the rocks, and then a second, and washed it all down with vodka. The quick succession of drinks got to his head quickly, and finally, he was ready to dance and unwind.
It wasn’t long before a couple of girls joined him. They lost themselves to the music and ordered a few more drinks before finding an empty booth. He kissed the redhead first and then the girl with the pixie cut; both of them had their hands under Miles’s shirt, and they even popped the top button open to reveal his chest.
Lucky for them, the lighting in the club was dim, and the blaring lights did a good job at hiding their lewd exchange.
The frustrating thing was how painful it was for Miles to be locked at that moment. He couldn’t get hard, but his cock pushed against the cage with intent. He was leaking, and his balls were heavier than ever.
Making out wasn’t enough for Miles, and both girls seemed to agree with him.
“How about we go somewhere else?” the redhead proposed, batting her long lashes.
“We’ll take good care of you, big boy,” the girl with the pixie cut grabbed his dick. “Damn, what’s that?” She squeezed harder.
“No-Nothing,” Miles replied as he got up, knowing she’d noticed the cage. “It’s nothing.”
“Chill,” the pixie cut girl pouted.
“Yeah, let’s grab another drink,” her friend said, and the two of them departed together.
This was Miles’s cue to get the fuck out before they came back. What was he thinking? He’d taken too much of a risk getting frisky with not one, but two girls.
Instead of clearing his mind, the situation had only made him hornier and more desperate. Miles headed to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall. It didn’t smell great, and he heard multiple people coming in and out.
After a while, his door rattled, but he kept quiet.
“Hey, you’ve been in there for a long time. Are you all right?”
“How the fuck do you know?”
“Didn’t want to smoke outside.”
“Oh,” Miles answered, frowning. “I just needed some peace.”
“Okay.”
The smell of cigarettes was more noticeable now; the alcohol had numbed Miles’s sense, and his ears had listened to too much loud music to pick up that someone had been in the room with him for God knows how long.
He inhaled deeply, scrunching his nose at the pungent stall before getting out of it.
In front of him stood a man who was smaller and slimmer than him, with a buzz cut. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos, and a cigarette hung lazily in his pursed lips.
“Hey,” he said, taking a long drag. “It’s so fucking cold out there, good thing the smoke detector’s broken.”
“Doesn’t sound very safe.”
“It’s not,” the man laughed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth before throwing the stubbed butt in the trash. “Want a drag?”
“If you can spare a cig, totally.”
“Yeah, man.”
He was handsome, rough in all the right ways. The stranger might’ve been younger or older, but he was most definitely hot. His eye color was a bit of a mystery in the dim bathroom, but his jaw could’ve cut glass, and his abs showed through his t-shirt, and that was enough for Miles to swoon over him.
I’d suck him off.
Shame wasn’t the first thing Miles thought of, but he knew he was blushing, and it only worsened when the stranger set the cigarette alight between his own lips and passed it on to Miles.
He lit another one.
The two of them smoked in silence, and a few people came in and out of the bathroom while they did. The silence was comfortable, and Miles’s eyes lingered too long on the man’s lips.
He smiled. “Seeing something you like?”
“No, I mean, I’m just lost in thoughts, I guess.”
“Oh yeah? You seemed pretty focused on me a second ago.”
Miles frowned, his lungs burned, and his cock was still trying to get hard.
“I should go,” he announced. “Thanks for the cig.”
“Really? No kiss goodbye?”
“Is everybody gay all of a sudden?” Miles boomed, slamming his fist against the door.
The truth was that he wasn’t angry at the stranger, but at his own inability to stick to being straight. It should’ve been the easiest thing in the world, and yet it turned out to be the hardest. Then, he thought, to hell with it, and shoved the stranger against the wall.
“Man, you like it rough!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Miles replied, punctuating his words with a rough, sloppy kiss.
They didn’t even break the kiss when they staggered into one of the stalls. The second after they locked it, Miles was on his knees and ready to serve.
He unzipped the stranger’s pants and let his hardening cock free.
“What’s your name?” Miles asked before taking his dick into his mouth.
“Austin, you?”
“Miles.”
“Well,” Austin put his hand on Miles’s head. “Get to work, Miles.”
It wasn’t as commanding as when Jordan said it, but it still sent Miles into full slut mode. He had to admit it, he liked cock, maybe he loved it. Though Austin’s cock tasted sour after spending the night on the dance floor, it was still delicious. He wasn’t huge like Jordan, but it meant Miles could take him more easily.
“Fuck,” Austin said, forcing Miles’s nose into his black pubes. “Your mouth’s so fucking good.”
Pride swelled in his chest, and Miles pulled on Austin’s balls, causing him to leak profusely on his tongue. The most frustrating thing about being caged was how badly Miles needed his own cock sucked, and how eager he was to fuck his first hairy hole. The thought alone had his cock pressing hard against its prison.
He winced, his cockhead painfully locked.
“Are you okay?” Austin asked, pulling away.
“Yeah!”
Miles was back on Austin’s dick, it hit the back of his throat and coated it with so much precum that some of it trickled down his chin. Miles sucked harder the more Austin panted, his circumcised head growing larger as he neared his orgasm.
“Stop, stop!” Austin grabbed Miles’s shoulders. “I wanna fuck you. I got condoms.”
The idea of getting his hole stretched in a dirty bathroom stall wasn’t truly appealing, but Miles had gone this far.
“Okay,” Miles agreed, anxious about his secret being uncovered, but too horny to back out.
“I’ll finger you first, get you ready,” Austin kissed his cheek. “Wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
Miles’s heart somersaulted, and he pushed his head into the door, pulling his pants down just enough to reveal his ass.
“Don’t want to pull it down all the way? It’d make things easier,” Austin suggested.
“No, sorry.”
“Okay.” Austin licked his neck, and stuck one finger into Miles’s hole, and then a second. “Is this good? Not too much?”
“I’m fine,” Miles breathed, his cock leaking an endless flow of precum.
It only flowed harder when the tip of Austin’s cock slid into him, and Miles did his best to take it without complaint.
He was getting fucked, again, by someone he had just met. In addition to feeling slutty, he felt some pride for overriding Jordan’s meticulously planned fantasy. The stall door was flimsy at best, so Miles did all he could to lean into it only when needed. Austin pumped into him, grabbing his hips firmly and forcing him to follow the rhythm he was setting.
“You feel so good, I’m glad I didn’t go outside to smoke,” Austin murmured in his ear. “You’re just my type.”
“I’m everybody’s type,” Miles replied, chuckling.
“A muscular bottom, yeah, anybody would love that.”
“I’m not a bottom.”
“Fuck,” Austin rammed into him roughly. “Could’ve me fooled.”
“Shit,” Miles winced, catching his breath. “I’m verse, I guess. I usually fuck women.”
“And now you’re getting fucked. How does it feel?”
“So good!”
“I know!”
The hinges of the door bent and creaked as Austin thrust deeper and faster, wrapping his arms around Miles to keep him close as he pounded him mercilessly.
“Still okay?” Austin asked.
“Yes!”
The unexpected happened, and Miles felt cum stream out of his cock, hands-free. Each time his prostate was hit, more cum oozed out, and he couldn’t help but moan loudly as his balls emptied.
“Fuck, I’m gonna blow,” Austin announced.
Miles pulled off Austin’s dick and got to his knees, ripping the condom off. He took his entire length into his mouth and let him skullfuck him until Austin unloaded on his tongue. His cum was sweeter than Jordan’s, and Miles swallowed it voraciously. He slid against the door, totally spent, as Austin sat on the toilet seat.
“Damn, that was intense.”
“You were really good,” Miles told him. “I’d like to fuck you sometime later.”
“When?” Austin asked playfully.
“Whenever I’m free, it might be a little while before I am. Give me your phone number.”
Austin handed Miles his phone without saying a word.
If Miles had to thank Jordan for something, it’d be for making him discover his love for dick.
But that didn’t change the fact that he’d get back at him for being such a dick.
His gritty fuck session with Austin only cemented Miles’s opinion on the guy who had been tormenting him for over a week. Yes, he had an amazing dick, but no, he wasn’t the type of guy he was looking for.
The likes of Austin were more his speed, passionate, without being mean.
But there was still something in the back of Miles’s mind that told him he wouldn’t get rid of Jordan that easily. Both because the latter wouldn’t allow it, and because Miles felt somewhat guilty for going behind his back.
No matter what this meant, he knew he had to quit Jordan the moment he could.
Nothing good would come out of their relationship.
Never.
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