Three Rules

A good toy follows directions. And I am a good toy.

I met Jeremy two years ago outside of a bar. I was walking home, sloppy from too many martinis. He was a bartender, walking to his car at the end of his shift. He looked me in the eyes as we passed on the sidewalk and blocked my path.

"You look like you suck dick."

I didn't know what to say, so I followed him to his car. I got in on the passenger side and before the door was even fully closed he'd pulled my head straight down to his crotch. He made me open his zipper with my teeth and it was clear that he wasn't wearing anything under his dark wash jeans. He pulled eight uncut inches out of his pants and painted the slow-dripping head against my cheeks before plunging his shaft into my mouth. He fucked my throat slowly, holding the back of my head until I couldn't breathe, desperately needed air, thought I might black out -- and then keeping it there an extra second before letting up. 

He pulled out and came in my hair. He used a sharpie to write his number on my neck, just below my shirt collar. And then he told me to get my drunk ass the fuck out of his car.

I called him five days later and he told me never to make him wait that long again. I never did.

A few weeks ago he called me up and said he had a proposition. A challenge. I accepted. I'm a good toy, after all. He gave me an address and a time and told me that my ass had better not get there late.

My Uber dropped me off at a building that must have once been a warehouse, exactly 10 minutes early. I walked in and a muscled twink in a leather harness gave me a paper bag and told me to strip. Naked, he handed me a blindfold. He waited until I put it on, then led me by the hand down a long hallway. My dick was twitching at full mast with every step until we arrived at a room. I heard the metal door slide open and the twink pushed me inside. He forced my head down until I was on my knees and then pushed it through an opening in the wall. 

"Took you long enough, slut."

It was Jeremy. He removed my blindfold. In front of me were three rules.

You will serve everyone who visits you.

You will follow all directions you are given.

You will not leave for 24 hours.

I seemed to be stuck in the wall, the opening having closed since my head was pushed through. Jeremy asked if I had read the rules and I confirmed that I had. He asked if I agreed with them and I said yes. He left the room and I noticed that the door was open and the lights dimmed.

I waited. I couldn't move back and forth, but I could wiggle my head a bit from side to side. My ankles were locked in place. There were handles on the wall that I could hold onto with my hands.

There was a commotion behind me. Someone was walking in, but I couldn't see them and I couldn't really hear them. They grabbed my hips and held them in place, roughly with large, firm hands. A finger smeared something on my hole and a little shock traveled along my entire body. And then it entered, smoothly. And a second finger. And a third.

I was so distracted that I didn't notice the activity happening in front of me. He must have been in his fifties, but he was still in good shape. He walked in wearing a towel and pulled back the flap to reveal a cock that was still mostly soft. I gobbled it up when he sat it on my tongue and it grew and grew until my entire mouth was filled. He started thrusting at the same time that the man at my ass pulled out his hand and entered me with his warm, thick cock. They were completely out of sync, my body being pushed and pulled and twisted with no care that I was a living, breathing person.

I was in heaven.

The man at my mouth came down my throat and was immediately followed by two frat bros, each competing to see who could make me gag first as they took turns holding their dick as far back as it would go. But they were pretty average sized and I had no difficulty keeping up with their thrusting. At my rear, though, there was a size competition. Someone was pushing and pushing with no success and my hole felt like it was on fire. I felt him add more lube, but the thickness was too much. I couldn't let him in.

But then I saw Jeremy. He strutted into the room with a large bear, He introduced him as Eddie. He told me to make Eddie happy.

Eddie lifted up his dick and sat it on my forehead and stuck his balls in my mouth. His thighs closed around my head and I could hardly breathe. He played with his meaty cock and slapped it against my forehead while I tried to recover from the flesh surrounding my head on all sides.

Out of nowhere, he yelped. And I felt a smooth cock enter my hole and keep going. And going. 

Could he see what was happening?

Eddie stroked himself to success and released on my tongue, holding my mouth closed to make sure I was forced to taste his foul cum. What did this man eat?

As he left, a succession of suitors had their way with my rear. Thick and slow. Fast and long. Long and narrow. My own cock was growing desperate, but my hand was slapped away whenever I reached for it. I would have to cum only from the dicks fucking my ass. I pushed backwards, hard. The man behind me was clearly well endowed. I grabbed the handles and rode, trying to aim his cock as close to my prostate as I could. He thrusted over and over, making all of the blood rush to my head.

And then, a click. And my ass was suddenly empty. 

"That's a chastity cage boy," Jeremy boomed. "Want to earn your way out?"

I did not hesitate. "Yes sir."