Previously:
Jason raised his head, trying desperately to see what Tyler had done to him. As he did, Tyler released his restraints and placed them back in his bag. Sitting up, Jason looked down at his crotch. To his horror, he saw a tiny plastic cage encasing his soft dick.
“What did you do?!” Jason was in shock.
“Like I said. I took care of your problem. I told you that I own your dick, and you agreed. But then you went and got a blow job in the parking lot? Boy, that’s pathetic. It’s desperate. You won’t be doing that anymore. You’ll be better.” Tyler was dressing as he explained the situation. He threw his bag over one shoulder and turned to leave. “It’s for your own good.”
Jason called after him as he walked out of the bedroom. “Tyler! You can’t do this!” He jumped from the bed, hurrying after the young man. “Wait! Please! I can’t wear this thing!”
Tyler turned back to look at him from the front door. “Yet here you are, wearing it. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be to live with. Don’t test me Jason. There will always be consequences.” With that, Tyler left Jason standing naked, locked, and helpless in his condo.
Jason sat despondent on his couch. He switched back and forth, between watching TV and scrolling through his phone. It had been hours since Tyler left him helplessly locked in chastity, and the man hadn’t responded to any of his texts. The locked muscle boy could feel his balls pushed tighter against his thighs, and on occasion his dick pressed against its prison. After pacing around frantically and repeatedly analyzing his situation in the mirror for the better part of an hour, he’d cleaned himself up and dressed in some gym clothes. Now, he was just spiralling. He wondered how long he’d be like this, and who would find out. He felt stupid for being in such a rush to get off that he’d betrayed Tyler, and now he needed it even more, simply because he couldn’t. His hand kept absent-mindedly drifting to his dick, where the hard plastic cage shocked him back to reality. His mind shifted from panic to anger to hopelessness. Then, as he replayed all the events and conversations of the last few days, a sense of resignation set in. Only one person could free him, and Jason had repeatedly pledged his devotion to that man. He had to be patient. He had to follow through on his word.
The only light in the room was the television when a knock on Jason’s door pulled him from his thoughts. Hoping Tyler had returned, the boy swung the door wide open. But it was his neighbor, Steve, who stood on the other side.
“Oh. Hey, Steve.” Jason obediently stepped aside, welcoming the man into his condo.
After the door closed, Steve stared blankly at Jason. The boy was confused for a moment. Then he remembered his agreement to kneel whenever the man entered his home. He sank to his knees. Looking up at Steve, he was as annoyed as he was embarrassed. He had bigger problems to worry about than his neighbor wanting a blow job, and he certainly didn’t want to reveal his situation to the guy.
“Cute, but I expect you to be naked.” Steve was looking down at him with a clear air of impatience.
Jason was devastated. “Steve. I don’t want to be disrespectful, but can we do this another time?” He was crumbling on the inside, and he really needed his former cocksucker to be understanding.
“Another time? Do you know how many times I dropped everything to come over here and suck your dick at a moment’s notice? Who do you think you are, boy?” Steve was clearly upset with Jason’s hesitance.
“It’s not like that! I swear!” Jason was clearly in distress now. “Things are just going on, and I don’t know what to do.”
Steve was confused, but the look on his neighbor’s face gave him cause for concern. “Wait. Are you OK? What’s going on?”
Jason didn’t want to reveal the details, but he had to say something. “It’s just Tyler. He’s taking control so fast, and I’m kinda in a bad way. I’ll suck your dick, man. Can I just keep my clothes on?”
Steve looked at the pleading man kneeling in front of him. He’d never imagined seeing Jason in such a state. As much as he was excited to feel the man’s mouth on his dick, something just wasn’t right, and he just couldn’t push things further. “OK. Stand up.”
Jason rose and stood looking down at his neighbor. He remained quiet, respecting Steve’s power over him. His shoulders drooped, and his eyes looked sad.
Steve had hoped to have a little fun, but those feelings faded as his concern for Jason increased. “Hey, man. I’m not a bad guy. Just tell me what’s going on. You look like you need a friend.”
Jason hesitated. Steve was a nice guy, but he was also Jason’s former cocksucker, and he’d recently been enjoying a bit of revenge for Jason’s unkind treatment toward him through the years. Of all the people in the world to share his new secret with, Jason wasn’t sure Steve was the right candidate. On the other hand, given the man’s leverage over him in the form of humiliating videos and comradery with Tyler, Jason wasn’t sure he really had a choice.
Steve placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “It can’t be that bad, man. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I swear.”
“He locked me, Steve.” Jason blushed as the admission fell out of his mouth. Saying the words out loud made it even more real.
“He what? What are you talking about?” Steve was obviously confused.
Jason sighed and hooked his thumbs behind the waistbands of his shorts and jockstrap. He pulled them down to expose his caged dick.
Steve’s eyes went wide. “Fuck! You mean he LOCKED you!” He reached out and cupped Jason’s balls, which were pushed tighter and protruding a bit from under the chastity device. His finger rubbed the ring of plastic hidden behind them. Looking the situation over, Steve began to get an idea of how the cage was built to be inescapable. “Oh, yeah. You’re not getting out of this. Not with junk like that.” Steve’s reference to Jason’s larger size wasn’t intended as the usual compliment.
Jason was humiliated. He’d exposed his shame to Steve, and now he stood allowing the man to fondle it. He felt his dick begin to ache as it attempted to harden in its prison.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt.” Steve let go as he realized what was happening.
Jason covered himself and sighed. “It doesn’t feel great.”
Steve sat on Jason’s couch. “Did he say anything? Like, do you know when he’s gonna take it off? Why did he put it on you in the first place? Wait. You just let him do it? Man, you’re really a bitch for him now, huh?”
Jason sat beside Steve, legs spread wider than usual, in an attempt to make his balls as comfortable as possible. “I don’t know anything. He didn’t give me a choice. I was tied up and couldn’t see what he was doing.”
Knowing Tyler as he did, Steve felt something was missing. “So he just locked your dick up for no reason and left you like this without any idea of why or what he plans to do?”
Jason looked down. “I fucked up.” He hated admitting how much of this was his own fault, but saying it out loud made him realize that was the whole point. “I wasn’t supposed to get off, but I got impatient and let a guy from the gym blow me. Of course, he found out.”
“Ah! I see now. Man, you can’t fuck with Tyler like that. When he lays out a rule, you gotta follow it. I know this is new for you, but you need to figure it out. I’m telling you, he can be a really nice guy, but do not test him! The sooner you accept what you are, the better things will be for you.”
Jason absorbed Steve’s words. He was scared. This was something he couldn’t undo. He had to submit himself to Tyler’s will now. It wasn’t optional.
Steve saw the fear on his neighbor’s face. “Hey! It’s not that bad! I know you aren’t used to not being in control, but this really isn’t as big a deal as you think. He’s probably gonna keep you like this a few days or something just to prove a point. You just have to show him you understand he’s in charge and you take him seriously. Everything is gonna be fine, bro. I promise. Come here.” Steve held his arms open.
Jason slid over and embraced his neighbor. After all the chaos of being broken and used, Jason needed a friendly hug more than he realized. Tears streamed down his face as he clung to Steve. “Thank you.” His voice was broken and weak.
Steve pulled back from the hug but kept his hands clasped on Jason’s upper arms. “Why don’t we just hang out for a while? I’ve got nothing going on. I’ll order us some food. Sound good?”
Jason nodded silently. He was so grateful for Steve’s kindness when he needed it most. He truly felt lost, and the guy surprisingly seemed to know just how to handle the situation. Jason felt a surge of respect and admiration for his neighbor.
Steve melted looking at the broken man beside him. He hadn’t expected to still care so much for the guy after seeing him lose his dignity. He cupped the back of Jason’s head and guided him to his lap. Jason rested there and allowed Steve to comfort him by lovingly stroking his hair. With his other hand, Steve ordered some food for the two of them and then found a light-hearted movie to watch.
Jason felt so much of his worry fade away with Steve’s touch. The guy was right. He just had to be exactly who he promised to be. Everything was going to work out. It had to. His breathing slowed, and after some time, he suddenly remembered why Steve had knocked on his door in the first place.
The grateful muscle boy turned his head and nuzzled his face in Steve’s crotch. The man looked down at him, smiling. Jason reached up and began to undo the button and zipper on the jeans covering his neighbor’s eager dick. Steve rested his hands on the back and arm of the couch and lifted his butt a little for Jason to remove his pants and white briefs. His dick sprang out like a small steel rod. Jason pushed Steve’s pants and underwear to his ankles and then swallowed the man’s meat. He began to bob his head on it, using his tongue to twist and lick around the little shaft.
Steve moaned, gripping the cushion. He couldn’t believe how well Jason sucked dick. Just a few short days ago, he never could have imagined the man wanting to service him, let alone work his dick like he’d been doing it for years. He grunted and moved his hips to meet the cocksucker’s rhythm.
Jason continued to work Steve’s throbbing rod as his own dick began to push in earnest against its prison. He ached, but it served to remind him of his status and push him forward. He pawed at his caged beast in vain, and began to whimper as his sucking progressed to nothing short of worship.
Steve’s eyes and mouth were wide with lust and ecstasy. “Oh, fuck! Where has this been? I’ve never felt anything like this!” His entire body was tingling. The boy was driving him mad.
Jason was experiencing a euphoria of a different kind. The painful pressure of his dick trying helplessly to break free and grow rigid transformed in his mind to an insatiable hunger. He needed to satisfy Steve. He longed to give him a climax beyond his wildest dreams. It was all that mattered. His hips began to hump as he gripped his cage and moaned wildly on Steve’s cock. He felt as if he might explode from desire.
Steve was bucking into Jason’s mouth. He struggled with himself, willing his hands to remain in place. He wanted to grip Jason’s head and pound his dick into his skull mercilessly, but his hands clutched the couch . Mouth agape, head thrown back, his body thrust out a rhythmic string of shouts.
The taste of Steve’s precum penetrated Jason’s senses and he worked ever harder to coax more from the head of the man’s rigid manhood onto his tongue. Pride and lust washed over him, and he continued to work the cock in his mouth with the passion of a starving animal. He would not stop until he devoured every drop of Steve’s cum.
Steve’s eyes rolled back. His balls drew tight. The familiar feeling of his rising orgasm took over. Losing all control as he was sucked beyond the point of return, Steve’s hands swooped down to grasp Jason’s head. He screamed wildly, and his body went stiff as his ass surged upward from the couch. He mashed Jason’s face into his crotch as he began to fire into the back of the cocksucker’s throat. “Oh, god! Oh, god!”
Jason’s face was smothered by Steve’s body, and his scalp was on fire from the pulling of his hair that kept him locked in place. He was completely barred from access to air. In its place, he received the thick juice from deep within Steve’s balls. A new feeling of absolute fulfillment permeated his entire mind and body. Something almost greater than his own orgasm exploded inside him as his craving was satisfied by rope after rope of thick, salty cum. He swallowed hungrily and triumphantly. His reward came with a deep and unfamiliar emotion. Jason was humbled and grateful to receive Steve’s nectar. He felt special and useful. So happy to serve.
Suddenly, Steve released his hold on Jason’s head. Gently but swiftly, he pulled the boy free of his dick. “Oh, fuck. Are you OK?”
Jason turned to look up at Steve with a blissful smile on his spit and cum drenched face. “Mmm hmm.”
Steve knew that look. That was one happy cocksucker. Steve had offered that same contented smile to Jason on more than one occasion. How the tables had turned. As he was contemplating the tectonic shift in their relationship, Steve felt Jason’s mouth return to his now sensitive cock. “Oh!”
Jason was lovingly licking up the remains of Steve’s spent orgasm. Then, after slurping wads of his own spit from Steve’s pubes, he looked up again. “Thank you.” It was sincere, almost to the point of desperation.
Steve realized Jason needed that blowjob even more than he did, and he marveled at all that meant.
A knock on the door alerted the men to the arrival of their food. Jason jumped up and retrieved the bag, returning to the couch with plates and utensils in tow. The men ate as if they were starving, while watching a movie and laughing together. It felt comforting and joyful. For a moment, Jason forgot entirely about his predicament. When the meal was finished, they sat back next to each other.
Steve looked over at Jason. “It’s funny. Your dick is smaller than mine now.”
Jason blushed. It felt much more humiliating to have it acknowledged so casually by Steve like this. He nodded, looking down. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The now familiar ache in his crotch began again. He almost laughed out loud at himself. There was no denying his body responded to humiliation.
“Let’s see.” Steve pulled his dick out again, showing to Jason that he’d already grown hard again.
Jason reluctantly pushed his shorts and jockstrap to his knees. His trapped nub was pressed violently against its cage now. He let out a grunt as the pain grew.
Steve gave his own hard cock a couple strokes. “Feels good to be free and hard!” He chuckled and elbowed Jason playfully.
A whimper escaped Jason’s lips as he watched his neighbor manipulate the full length of his shaft. “Yeah. I bet it does. You really love this, don’t you?”
Steve shrugged his shoulders, continuing to slide his fingers over himself. “Can you blame me?”
Jason’s eyes were locked on the little throbbing meat. “No. I guess I earned this. If I was you I’d really be getting off on it. I should be thanking you for not being a bigger asshole about it.”
Steve’s eyes widened for a moment, before he settled back into the couch a bit more. Still stroking, he looked the locked muscle boy over. “That’s right, boy. You should. Are you starting to understand your place now?” His cock was painfully hard now.
“Yes, Sir. I think so. Thank you. I owe you a lot. I hope I get the chance to make up for who I was before. Can I tell you something?” Jason was blushing a deep red now.
“Sure, boy. Anything.”
Jason licked his lips, still transfixed on the throbbing cock being manipulated next to him. “I loved sucking your dick, Steve. I mean, like I’ve never felt that way.” He paused, trying to put his new feelings into words. “I want you to know… I’ll take care of it any time, any way you want. Fuck. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but I just want to please it. Please you.” He looked away. “I hope that’s not too weird.”
Steve chuckled again. “No, it’s not weird at all. It just means you’re turning into a bitch boy for cock. You crave it, don’t you, boy? Look at it. You need it.” As Steve taunted Jason, he slowly slid his hand up and down his shaft.
Jason looked back at the throbbing meat and nodded longingly. “Yes. Oh god, Steve. I need your cock. I don’t care how much of a bitch that makes me. I just have to have it.”
“Tell me what you need, boy.” Steve’s voice grew darker and more commanding.
“I need your dick!” Jason was desperate now.
“Tell me what you need!” Steve was nearly yelling at him now.
Jason was almost weeping. “I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me, Sir!”
Steve’s mouth turned upward into a devious grin. “Get that ass up on the couch, boy!”
Jason scrambled to finish stripping off, and he positioned himself on the couch, knees spread wide, arms draped over the back, ass arched up, urgently offering itself to the throbbing cock.
Steve stepped forward and leaned over, pushing his face between Jason’s muscled cheeks. The boy shrieked in surprise, reaching back to spread himself more open. Steve pushed his tongue into Jason’s hole, working it over. In return, Jason pushed back against Steve’s face and whined in pure rapture. A sticky string of precum descended from his tiny, cramped dick. They remained locked together, rocking and moaning in unison until Jason could take no more.
“Fuck me, please! I’ll do anything! Please just fuck me!” Jason had abandoned any lingering sense of pride. It was useless to him in his effort to get Steve’s dick inside him.
Steve stood up, wiping his mouth. He proudly dropped a wad of spit onto his steel hard dick and rubbed it in before pushing it against Jason’s quivering hole. “Is this what you need, boy?”
“Yes! Just do it! Fuck!” Jason sounded on the verge of insanity now. He reached back, feeling for Steve’s cock, and then guided it into his own hole.
Steve couldn’t believe what a desperate whore Jason had been reduced to, but he was bursting with excitement from being the recipient of the boy’s cravings. He pushed until he was fully engulfed by the greedy hole. He began to pump in and out, his dick raking across the sensitive tissue of Jason’s hungry tunnel. Then he paused, looking down at the broad, muscled body swallowing him. Steve licked his lips, barely able to believe he was fucking this stud.
Jason whimpered loudly from the break in Steve’s thrusting, and began to furiously fuck himself back on Steve’s dick. The top gripped Jason’s muscled ass checks, holding on as his body was repeatedly slammed by Jason’s violent pumping. “Damn, boy! That pussy is hungry!” He laughed at his own demeaning comment and Jason’s desperation.
Shaking off Steve’s words, Jason kept going. “Yes, Sir! Please just fuck me!” It seemed the deep ache in his useless dick had transformed into an indescribable yearning in his hole.
Steve slapped Jason’s firm ass and renewed his fucking in earnest. Soon, he was sweating as he used his muscle slut’s hole to stroke himself to climax. “I like this new you, slut. I’m gonna be coming by more often. You’re gonna be needing dick all the time, and I’ll let you earn mine a lot.”
“Yes! Thank you!” Jason was panting. Gripping the couch with all his might, he was feeling the cock work him in every fiber of his body. He felt a tension building inside him. It was almost unbearable. Then suddenly he felt something break inside him. An explosion radiated throughout his body. He bucked uncontrollably on Steve’s cock and yelped and squealed like a wounded animal. His dick remained trapped and dripping uselessly, but his body was bursting with something deeper than an orgasm.
The grip of Jason’s spasming hole was enough to send Steve over the edge. He yelled out and began dumping his load into Jason. Grunting and humping, the man continued until he was spent. He collapsed on Jason’s sweaty back, and the two men gasped wildly with Jason’s body jerking wildly underneath.
After a couple minutes, Steve pulled himself upright and let his softening dick slip free of Jason. The bottom boy grunted, now feeling hopelessly empty. Then, without thinking, he quickly spun around and devoured his top’s cock, lovingly licking it clean. When he was finished, he looked up at Steve. “Thank you. Really. Thank you.”
Steve ran his hand through the boy’s hair. “You’re welcome. That was really amazing. Did you cum?”
“No. I mean, not exactly. I don’t know what happened. It was incredible. I don’t ever need a dick again if I can get that instead.” He immediately gasped at the words that fell out of his mouth.
Steve howled with laughter, witnessing Jason shock himself with his own bottom cravings. He leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on the boy’s lips. “You’re beautiful.”
Jason blushed. He felt a new level of vulnerability with Steve, but it felt OK. “Thank you. For all of it. I don’t know what I would have done without you today.”
Steve pulled Jason up from the couch and embraced him. “I got you.”
Jason remembered Tyler saying those same words to him. Maybe they did have him. He needed to relax and lean into these new feelings.
Steve took Jason’s hand and led him to the bathroom. They showered together, occasionally kissing, washing each other’s bodies. Just sharing a moment.
Returning to the couch, Steve covered Jason with a blanket and allowed him to rest his head in his lap again, and soon the muscle boy was fast asleep. Steve stroked his hair lovingly, feeling protective and responsible for Jason. Soon, he too was nodding off, exhausted from the day’s activities.
Jason was jolted awake by an ache in his dick. Reaching instinctively for it, he was quickly reminded that his partially engorged manhood was painfully encased in a cage. He groaned, clutching the chastity device and his swollen balls. Morning light filtered through his living room windows. He sat up, casting off his blanket, and looked down at his naked body and useless nub. Memories of the previous evening’s events with Steve flooded his brain. He felt equal parts humiliated and comforted by how things transpired. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in Steve’s lap, like a pouty little boy. Looking down at his coffee table, he saw a note.
You’re going to be OK boy. I can check in on you whenever you need. You did good last night.
Steve
Jason found himself smiling. There was an odd sense of pride in knowing he’d pleased Steve. He was certainly happy the man wasn’t holding his past actions against him, even if Jason had to suffer some indignities to remain close to Steve in this new version of their relationship.
Jason’s thoughts turned to Tyler. He reached for his phone and saw no missed texts or calls. Taking a deep breath, the boy reached out with a new attitude.
Hi Sir. I want to apologize for all my messages yesterday. I’m still learning. I hope I didn’t make you mad. You were right. I told you I belonged to you and I do. I’ll accept any direction you give.
Jason rested his phone back on the table and waited, trying not to think about the throbbing pain in his dick. After a couple minutes, he realized that staring at his phone wasn’t going to help his situation. He needed to refocus his thoughts. The idea of going to the gym with the lock on his dick terrified him, but he couldn’t just give up working out. Finally, he pulled himself up from the couch and got dressed. On his way out the door Jason texted Steve.
Thanks for last night. I needed it
Once in his car, he received a reply.
NP boy. You OK today?
Jason smiled. Steve really cared.
Yes Sir. OMW to the gym. Wish me luck!
Steve laughed at Jason’s text, and the muscle boy pulled out of his parking garage. Jason’s workout went really well. Eventually he stopped obsessing over whether or not the outline of his cage was too obvious. His dick ached a bit from time to time, but he mostly kept himself focused on his routine. Jason found himself enjoying one of his best days at the gym he could remember.
Finally, it was time to hit the shower. This was the part Jason dreaded. He knew he’d have to just get past his concerns. He had no choice. In the locker room, the uncharacteristically shy muscle boy took his time undressing. He tried to time his nudity so as not to risk exposing himself to many people. Looking around, Jason dropped his shorts and jockstrap and quickly covered himself with a towel. His attempt to make the action look casual failed miserably, but no one seemed to notice. His stroll to the shower also felt a bit more awkward than he’d hoped as well. Facing the wall, Jason showered off as quickly as possible and then wrapped the towel around his waist before facing the locker room and returning to his belongings.
As Jason slipped a fresh jock on underneath his towel, he felt a hand grip his shoulder from behind. He nearly jumped out of his skin. Standing upright and looking back, he found himself staring at a completely naked Frank. Just yesterday the older man had sucked his dick in the parking lot, and now Jason had lost access to his manhood as a result.
“Whoa! You OK, buddy? Why so jumpy?” Frank laughed at Jason’s skittish reaction.
Jason blushed. Gripping his towel, he acknowledged the man. “Hey, Frank. Sorry, you just startled me, that’s all.” As he was replying, Jason realized Frank was completely naked. His eyes naturally dropped to the man’s crotch and lingered on the thick cock hanging heavy between Frank’s legs.
“What a difference a day makes, right buddy?!” Frank was smiling and friendly, but Jason was certain the man was referring to the big change his body had undergone since they last saw each other. The difference in their current states wasn’t lost on the locked muscle boy.
“What?” Jason couldn’t believe this was happening. “Hey, you didn’t mention anything about yesterday to anybody, did you?”
Frank glanced down at Jason’s towel-clad crotch and then looked back into his eyes. “Look. I’ve wanted it for a while. He encouraged me to go for it. I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but I can’t say I’m sorry. I’d do it again. Anytime, buddy.” He smiled again.
Jason was stunned. Even the sex he thought he was getting behind Tyler’s back had been orchestrated by the young stud. He really never had a chance. Once Tyler set his eyes on Jason, he was done for. Now, far too late to do anything about it, Jason truly understood. He just nodded at Frank, trying his best to be casual. “Sure, man. Maybe we can do it again some time.”
Frank winked at him, and then ,without warning, he reached out to give Jason’s dick a discrete squeeze. The look of shock on his face when he found himself gripping hard plastic instead was enough to make Jason want to run and hide. “Oh! Is that what I think it is?”
Completely flustered and looking around, Jason leaned in close. “Keep your voice down! Please!” A couple guys glanced over at the interaction, but then went back to dressing. In a lowered tone, Jason tried to explain himself. “Look. It’s complicated, OK? Can you not say anything about it?”
Frank, still taken aback by the discovery that the alpha stud who’d fed him a load yesterday was now locked helplessly away in chastity, just nodded. “Sure, buddy.” Then an evil grin appeared on his face. “As long as you let me get a look at it.”
Jason rolled his eyes. The constant escalation of his shame kept him on defense. He just couldn’t seem to get on top of the situation. “Fine. Same place.” He turned and clumsily worked his way into his pants with his towel still wrapped around his waist. He finished dressing and grooming as quickly as possible and met Frank in the parking lot.
The men closed the car doors behind them and looked at each other. Just 24 hours earlier, Jason was in this same position, hard dick in hand, ready to get an expert blowjob. Now, things were very different.
Frank stared down, looking just as hungry as he had the morning before. “Well, let’s see it.”
Jason unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Sliding them to his knees, he looked down at the clear outline of the lock covering his shrunken manhood inside his jockstrap.
Frank saw it too. His eyes went wide, and he licked his lips.
Jason sighed and pulled the pouch of the jock under his swollen balls, revealing himself to Frank.
“Fuck, buddy. Does it hurt?” The older man reached out to caress the cage.
“When my dick tries to get hard.” Jason allowed Frank to explore. He needed to stay on the man’s good side if he had any chance of keeping his latest secret hidden.
Frank gripped his own stiffening cok through his pants as he ran his fingers over the hard plastic, occasionally brushing the skin of Jason’s useless nub trapped beneath it.
A moan escaped Jason’s mouth, and his dick began to stir. In no time, the swollen flesh was pressed painfully against its barrier.
“Oh, yeah. I bet that does hurt.” Frank’s voice sounded more excited than sympathetic.
Jason was trying to control his breathing now. His body had stiffened and the pain in his dick was increasing.
“This seems like a good time for you to return the favor, doesn’t it, buddy?” Frank’s ever friendly demeanor was no cover for his obvious command.
By now, Jason was writhing uncomfortably in his seat. Frank’s fingers were teasing and frustrating him beyond belief. He quickly nodded, unable to answer. As soon as Frank freed his now throbbing cock, Jason bent over and devoured it without a word. Frank had one of the biggest dicks Jason had ever seen. He wrapped his lips around it to keep the man from sharing his new secret, but the truth was he really wanted to feel the monster in his mouth as well. He hungrily sucked up and down the shaft, tasting and worshiping Frank’s giant beast of a cock.
Frank rested his head back and accepted the eager mouth. It had never even occurred to him to fantasize about Jason bobbing on his cock. He’d always accepted the image Jason presented to the world of a cocky, muscular, alpha top. Frank thought he’d hit the jackpot when he finally got the chance to suck a load out of the man’s dick yesterday. But now, everything was different. Jason was a helpless muscle boy, desperately slurping on Frank’s meat. His moans vibrated along the older man’s shaft and confirmed he was indeed a cock-loving slut.
Jason struggled to stuff Frank’s massive manhood in his throat. He pushed himself to take as much of it as his body would allow. A craving deep inside him kept his thoughts focused on his need to please and dulled the pain in his trapped dick. Once again, that ache became a need, not for his own freedom, but to please the superior cock he fucked his mouth on. Jason worked the thick shaft, swirling his tongue over the head and gathering the salty taste of Frank’s precum whenever he could capture it. He sank deeper and deeper into yearning for the man’s load. He needed to earn it. He needed to give that pleasure to the owner of this magnificent beast he was gagging on.
Frank couldn't remember the last time he’d enjoyed a mouth so skilled. He began to wonder if Jason had been an eager cocksucker all along. He was so happy to have had the wrong impression of the man. He edged closer and closer to climax, and rested his hand in Jason’s hair. “That’s it, boy. You know just how Daddy likes it, don’t you?”
Jason whimpered and sucked deeper. He never imagined being seen as some daddy’s boy, but it was all he wanted in this moment. He had to please the man. He wanted to be a good boy. Finally, he felt the head of Frank’s cock swell impossibly larger in his throat, and he prepared himself to receive a delicious load.
Frank threw his head back against the seat of the car and grunted loudly. “There it is, boy.” He began to pump thick cum deep into Jason’s wanting throat. He remained calm, his face relaxed in silent rapture as spurt after spurt filled Jason’s mouth faster than he could swallow. A few drops escaped the grip of the boy’s lips and slid down the man’s shaft. Frank dropped his hand to his side as his orgasm subsided.
Jason continued his licking and sucking for a moment, taking down every remaining drop. Then he released the slick cock from his mouth to push his face into Frank’s crotch and retrieve any stray bits he hadn’t been able to capture. He hungrily lapped up around the man’s pubes and balls, in awe of the thick nest of hair surrounding his perfect manhood. Finally satisfied with his work, Jason sat up and wiped his mouth.
Frank noted the still glazed look in Jason’s eyes, recognizing a slut in pure bliss. “Damn, boy. I had you pegged wrong. That was fantastic! I’ll be getting more of that soon.” He began to put his clothing back together, making himself presentable to exit the vehicle.
Jason was indeed floating on a wave of satisfaction, his senses filled with the smell and taste of the man he’s just serviced. “Thank you.” The words fell so easily from his lips. He sat back, catching his breath. He’d almost forgotten the painful needs of his own dick now.
Frank opened the door and pulled himself from Jason’s car. Turning, he leaned back inside with a smile. “Don’t worry, boy. Your secret is safe with me. Let me know when you need more.” He grabbed the sizeable bulge in his pants and closed the door, leaving Jason to ponder his latest depraved deed.
As he came down from the high of being pumped full of Frank’s seed, Jason checked his phone for the time. Realizing he needed to hustle to get to work, the boy also saw Tyler had finally replied to him for the first time since yesterday.
OK
Jason was stunned. His whole world now revolved around Tyler, but the younger stud seemed too busy to even offer him an indication of where things stood in his eyes. Tyler held the keys to the boy’s manhood, and Jason knew, no matter how mind-scrambling, he was at the sexy twink’s mercy. Feelings of anger and frustration bubbled up, but Jason quickly pushed them aside. He had to learn that he wasn’t in charge. Maybe Tyler had more important things to deal with. “I got you.” The memory of those words echoed in Jason’s head. He had to trust they were true.
Jason poured all of his energy into his work for the day. Staying on task was the only thing that kept his mind from straying to his confusing feelings for Tyler and the fact that his dick was now a useless, locked stub between his legs. At the end of the day, he was surprised with how much he’d been able to accomplish. Feeling rather proud of himself, Jason maintained a more cheerful mood on his drive home. As he pulled into the parking garage, a text from Tyler appeared.
Come to Steve’s place
Jason was immediately excited. He had no idea what awaited him in his neighbor’s condo, but he was relieved to be able to see Tyler. Whatever happened next, he was determined to show the man he was a good boy, and he understood his role.
He was feeling nervous when he knocked on Steve’s door. Upon hearing a muffled “come in” from what sounded like Tyler’s voice, Jason immediately let himself in. The entrance allowed a direct line of sight across the home into the living room, where Jason saw a naked Steve on his knees greedily sucking Tyler’s massive cock. The boy stood frozen in the entryway, watching the scene, as a heavy feeling of jealousy washed over him.
“Come here, boy” Tyler motioned for Jason to come closer. He looked so in charge, legs spread, shorts around his ankles, shirt still clinging to his tight body. His enormous shaft appeared and disappeared repeatedly in Steve’s expert throat.
Jason walked into the room, stopping next to the couch, a foot from Tyler. He stood there, waiting for his next command. He wanted so badly to push Steve to the side and take over the work of servicing Tyler’s manhood.
“Did you have a good day?” Tyler’s question was strangely casual.
“Yes, Sir.” Jason was feeling impatient but worked to keep himself calm. “Did you?”
Tyler nodded. He reached out and lightly ran his hand over the space where Jason’s erect dick should be, feeling instead the the hardness of the plastic that held it prisoner. “Did you learn anything?”
Jason nodded vigorously. “Yes, Sir!” He was eager to explain himself. “I’m so sorry about yesterday. I want you to know I’m ready to…”
Tyler released his hold on Jason’s cage and held up a single finger, indicating he wanted the boy to stop talking.
Jason ceased mid-sentence. He stared into Tyler’s eyes, awaiting his next order. He wanted so badly to explain himself and to offer details of how things had changed for him. He wanted Tyler to be happy with what he heard. More than anything, he wanted to feel that superior cock inside him again.
Suddenly, Tyler curled his fingers behind the waistband of Jason’s pants. He gripped tight and bucked, grunting, eyes rolling back in his head. Jason stood helplessly and watched his man feed his precious seed to Steve, who had no doubt been working toward earning it for at least half an hour. As Tyler’s orgasm subsided, he released his grasp on Jason’s clothing and watched Steve finish cleaning up the remainder of his cum.
Steve sat back on his heels, licking his lips. His little dick was pointed up at Tyler, throbbing furiously. Finally he turned his head up to Jason. “Hey, boy.”
It was beyond belief that the cocksucker could be in such a state and still refer to Jason in the diminutive. For Jason, it was completely emasculating. He wanted so badly to be in Steve’s submissive position, and at the same time, he knew the guy still looked down on him from his knees. It was difficult to take in.
“Hey, Steve… Sir.”
Tyler laughed at the situation. “You did good, Steve. Go get cleaned up. We will see ourselves out.”
Steve stood up, his dick still painfully hard. “Thanks, Tyler. Any time.” He made his way to the bathroom, his little meat bouncing and muscles flexing with each step.
Tyler turned his attention to Jason as he pulled his shorts over his spent cock. “That guy can suck a dick! You remember, right?”
Jason willingly accepted the dig. “Yes, Sir. He’s the best.”
Tyler, now standing, slapped Jason’s back. “OK, boy. Let’s go.”
Jason followed Tyler out. He was a ball of emotions and questions. He walked a few steps behind, letting Tyler take complete control.
Tyler stopped in front of Jason’s door. Jason quickly stepped up and let them in. As the door closed, Jason jumped into service mode.
“Can I get you something to drink? I have some food too, if you want. Whatever you need.”
Tyler smiled. “Water is fine.”
Jason fumbled around the kitchen and offered a glass of water to Tyler. The two of them walked to the living room, where Tyler sat on the couch.
“Relax, boy. You look scared.”
Jason sat in a nearby chair, taking a deep breath. His heart was racing. He was excited to finally be alone with Tyler again, and he was longing to explain himself to the man.
Tyler placed his glass of water on the coffee table and leaned closer to Jason. Resting a hand on the boy’s knee, he offered a surprisingly warm smile.
“I know it’s been a rough few days for you. Stop worrying. I can see the changes. You’re doing fine. It’s hard letting go of who you thought you were, but what did I tell you?”
“You got me, Sir.” Jason’s voice was trembling.
“That’s right. And I do.” Tyler gave Jason’s knee a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you, Sir. I know you do. And I’m sorry I didn’t trust you before.” Looking down, Jason sighed. “I have to tell you something. I sucked Frank’s dick. I’m sorry. I hope that’s OK. I should have checked with you.”
Tyler stood and moved closer. He caressed Jason’s cheek. “It’s fine, Jason.”
The boy looked up at his man. The relief was powerful. “Thank you.” Just a day before he’d been proud to get his dick sucked in the gym parking lot, but today, he was frantic that he’d broken some imaginary rule by returning the favor. The shift in his mindset was incredible.
Tyler pulled Jason up to a hug. They embraced for a few moments, before Tyler pulled away. “OK. Let me get a look at it.”
Jason humbly stripped naked in front of Tyler, presenting his locked manhood for inspection. His dick, ever eager for attention, pressed painfully against the cage. Tyler dropped to one knee and lightly gripped the plastic enclosure. He moved it from side to side, looking closely, running a finger along the skin where the edges of the device held snug. Then, he lifted Jason’s swollen balls to check underneath. Standing back up, he nodded. “Looks OK. Keep it lotioned. That’ll help.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Jason was aching in his cage now. The mixture of embarrassment and loving touch was enough to melt him down. He wanted badly to ask how long he might be imprisoned this way, but thought better of it. Giving not only his control but his trust to Tyler was the only way to move forward.
“Have a seat, boy.” Tyler pointed at the chair as he relaxed back into the couch.
Jason sat. He felt exposed and powerless. Looking at a completely clothed and comfortable Tyler stare back at his naked, caged body, made his submissiveness rise to a frantic level. He tried his best to remain quiet and calm.
“Have you had much pain?” Tyler’s tone was more clinical now.
“No, Sir.” Jason didn’t want to complain, but when Tyler cocked his head to the side, he elaborated. “I mean, like now, when I try to get hard, it kinda hurts, but it’s not unbearable. I’m OK.”
Tyler nodded. “It’s gonna take time. You still think with your dick.”
Jason swallowed hard. Tyler wasn’t making it sound like he was going to get his freedom anytime soon. That was hard to hear. “Yes, Sir. I’m gonna work on it.” Jason missed the feeling of his hand wrapped around his throbbing erection almost as much as he missed feeling a warm mouth or hole working it, but at least for now, those days were over. He was the hole. He needed to focus on the pleasure he gained from that.
Tyler looked deep into Jason’s eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking, boy.”
“I am the hole.” The words seemed to slip out before Jason realized he was saying them out loud. He immediately looked down in embarrassment.
Tyler lifted his chin. “That’s right, boy. You are. That’s good. You’re learning.”
Jason smiled weakly. It was good to hear he was headed in the right direction. The only thing he needed more was to be useful to Tyler now. He wanted so badly to feel the man inside him. He held himself back from begging for it though. “Thank you. I’m really trying.”
Tyler pulled back a bit. “Well, you just started. It’s a long road.”
Jason nodded. This was all so very difficult. Somehow though, it was also very satisfying.
Tyler stood abruptly. “OK, boy. I need to go. I’ll check in with you tomorrow.
Jason squeaked out an involuntary whimper. He wanted Tyler to stay.
Tyler smiled. “Hey. You’re doing good. Just stay on track. And remember. I got you.”
Jason followed Tyler to the door and watched him leave. He was left standing naked, caged, and alone once again. This time he had a renewed purpose, but his pent up sexual frustration was only growing. He thought of Steve on his knees earlier, enjoying the privilege of Tyler’s magnificent cock with his mouth. Then he thought of Steve’s hard, unsatisfied little dick. He picked up his phone and texted.
Hey. Wanna come over? I can take care of it for you.
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