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Do you ever meet someone who makes such an enormous impact on your life that, years later, you look back fondly and realise you can't imagine your life turning out the way it did without them?

And then, in the very same breath, you think:

Why the hell did they have to make that impact in quite such a way?

For me, that person was my Aunt Alice.

Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea, she wasn't my biological aunt. It was simply a term of endearment that stuck.

And as grateful as I am to Alice for everything she did for me, everything she taught me and everything she ultimately instilled in me, I still sit here today and think:

That bitch needed to be fucking hospitalised.

Aunt Alice was quirky, to say the least.

I met her through my pen pal, Lauren.

Lauren was beautiful.

Gorgeous, actually.

That was probably the main reason I'd continued writing to her for as long as I had.

Pen-palling was one thing, but our emails and messages had gradually become flirtatious. We teased each other. We exchanged the occasional picture.

You know how these things go.

Then summer break was approaching, and Lauren managed to convince her aunt to let me stay with them as part of an exchange programme.

It helped with the flights and other expenses, meaning my family only had to cover half the cost.

I was ecstatic.

I'd spent years corresponding with Lauren, and now I was finally going to spend real time with her.

I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into.

When I landed in France, a chauffeur was waiting to collect me.

Unfortunately, Lauren wasn't.

I knew Lauren lived somewhere in southern France, on a huge family estate owned by her formidable great-aunt, Alice.

Lauren had always described Alice with a strange mixture of affection and fear.

"She is very strict. Critique everything. Even spanks the staff. It will nice to have an ally."

Whenever Lauren sent messages like that, I'd assumed she was simply using the wrong English vernacular.

Something I intended to help her with.

Amongst other things.

The estate was called Château Beaumont.

It wasn't technically a château in the fairytale sense.

It was worse.

It was real.

A sprawling eighteenth-century manor surrounded by immaculate gardens, stone terraces, fountains, orchards and acres of woodland.

The sort of place that looked as though it had been built by someone who considered ordinary houses an insult.

Lauren was waiting when I arrived.

"Wow."

She smiled.

"You like it?"

"It's incredible."

"I told you."

"You did."

She slipped her arm through mine.

"Next, I will introduce you to my aunt. Just remember one thing."

"What?"

"Alice expects manners."

I laughed.

"I have manners."

Lauren looked at me.

"You have American manners."

I frowned.

"What does that mean?"

"You'll find out."

She smiled.

"If you're not careful."

Alice was waiting in the entrance hall.

My first impression was that she looked like someone who had been born knowing exactly what she wanted.

She was tall, elegant and severe.

Her dark hair was pulled back neatly. She wore a perfectly tailored black leather jacket over a simple blouse and trousers, with polished boots.

There was nothing casual about her.

Nothing uncertain.

Nothing inviting.

Her gaze travelled over me.

Not rudely.

Clinically.

"So."

Her English was fluent, though unmistakably French.

"You are Taylor."

"Yes, ma'am."

One eyebrow rose.

"Ma'am?"

Lauren winced.

I immediately realised I'd made a mistake.

Alice turned towards Lauren.

"Your room is ready?"

"Yes, Aunt Alice."

"Good."

Then she looked back at me.

"Come."

My first day was extraordinary.

Alice gave me a tour of the estate, and despite myself, I was fascinated.

There were rooms filled with antique furniture, a library containing thousands of books, a conservatory, a formal dining room, a music room, a wine cellar and a greenhouse.

The gardens seemed to continue forever.

I'd never seen anything like it.

Yet something about Alice was beginning to bother me.

She evaluated.

Corrected.

Instructed.

"Do not touch that."

"Stand there."

"Close the door."

"Walk on the stone path."

"Do not step across the flowerbed."

I tried to be respectful.

But by dinner, my patience was beginning to wear thin.

Dinner began at seven.

Alice explained the household rules with the sort of calm authority that suggested she had never once considered that anyone might argue with her.

Breakfast was at eight.

No phones during meals.

No shouting.

No arguments.

No food wasted.

No entering private rooms.

No wandering beyond the marked estate boundaries.

I listened.

Mostly.

Then Alice mentioned that guests were expected to contribute to the running of the household.

I laughed.

Alice looked at me.

"What?"

"I thought this was an exchange programme."

"It is."

"Not a work programme."

Lauren immediately lowered her eyes.

Alice's expression hardened.

"Do you consider work beneath you?"

I regretted the question as soon as it left my mouth.

"No."

"You laughed."

"I just didn't expect it."

"Perhaps expectations are your problem."

I was tired. Jet-lagged. Overwhelmed.

And still trying to process the fact that I'd travelled thousands of miles only to be lectured over dinner.

Then I made the mistake of saying exactly what I was thinking.

"This isn't what I signed up for."

The room went silent.

Alice placed her fork down.

"No?"

I realised I'd gone too far.

"I didn't mean..."

"I think you did."

"I just meant..."

"Then perhaps you should return home."

Lauren looked horrified.

"Aunt Alice..."

"No."

Alice stood.

"The exchange programme exists because both families agreed that Taylor would experience French life and culture."

She looked directly at me.

"If he believes the experience is beneath him, there is no reason for him to remain."

My stomach dropped.

"No."

Alice said nothing.

"Please."

Still nothing.

I looked at Lauren.

Her expression was miserable.

"My parents paid for this."

"I am aware."

"They'll be so disappointed."

"I imagine so."

"And this whole thing would be a waste."

Alice regarded me calmly.

"Then perhaps you should have considered that before insulting your host."

I swallowed my pride.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I really am."

"I believe you."

"Then please don't cancel it."

Alice walked towards the door.

"I will consider it."

I followed her.

"Please."

She stopped.

"You want to stay?"

"Yes."

"Then you have something to learn."

"Anything. What is it?"

"Training."

"What training?"

"You will discover tomorrow."

The next morning, I discovered exactly what Alice meant.

I was standing in one of the guest bedrooms when Alice entered carrying a garment bag.

She placed it on the bed.

"Your first lesson."

I opened it. My face fell.

Inside was a complete French housekeeper's uniform. Black dress. White collar. Apron. Stockings. Shoes.

I stared at it in disbelief.

Alice watched me.

"Oh."

She reached into the garment bag and produced another item.

She placed it beside the uniform. A small metal chastity cage.

I stared at it. Then at her.

"No."

Alice folded her arms.

"You wanted to remain."

"I didn't agree to this."

"You agreed to follow the rules of the estate."

"This wasn't mentioned."

"Neither was every individual chore."

I looked back at the cage.

"This is humiliating."

Alice's voice remained perfectly calm.

"Only if you decide that it is."

She placed another sheet of paper beside the uniform.

"Your grooming requirements."

I picked it up.

Facial hair removed daily.

Legs shaved daily.

Armpits shaved daily.

Arms shaved daily.

Hair neatly maintained.

No excessive styling.

Clean nails.

Polished shoes.

Uniform pressed.

I looked up.

"Every day?"

"Every working day."

"You've got to be kidding."

Alice didn't even blink.

"This is insane."

Her expression softened by approximately one percent.

"Perhaps."

She turned towards the door.

"Then go home."

I looked at the uniform.

Then at the cage.

Then at the door.

I thought about my parents.

The money they'd spent.

The opportunity.

The years of letters with Lauren.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Welcome back pervs. Yeah, yeah. “You take too long.” Tough! 

Okay so where were we. Oh yeah, I'm broken…sorry, not broken “conditioned” so potentially repairable. My mom has just walked out of my room leaving me sitting on my bed. Okay so let's jump back in.

As my mom walked out of my room. I sat quietly. “You need to be rewired.” Her words echoed back to me in my head.

“Urgh.” A deep sigh escapes my lips. As I unenthusiastically remind myself I need to re-cage myself. 

I walked over to my dresser and picked up my cage. I turned myself towards the full length mirror on my wardrobe and stared at the reflection I saw staring back. “Who was this person?” I asked myself.

The figure in the mirror looked like an abused broken shell of a person. My eyes appeared black with dark circles under them. My face was gaunt. Bruises and welts up and down my arms and legs. I looked so frail. 

I blankly stared at my reflection as I administered the cage back on my flaccid penis. As the key locked the cage shut. A tremor surged through me. A feeling hit me like I had regained a lost limb. The room seemed a little brighter.I no longer felt completely empty, but maybe half full?

I stood there. God knows how long for. In a dazed trance. I don't know if I was expecting the bruises to vanish magically or what. But being caged again did something for me, I didn't remember where I was. But I felt…this!

The familiar, yet delicate weight between my legs. “Of course.” I sighed. As I traced my fingers over and around the cage hypnotically. After everything that had happened, I was back! Back home, back in my bedroom, and wearing my cage.

I stayed there till a smell hit me. “Food.” I gasped. Breaking from my trance, as my eyes fluttered. I was starving. I couldn't remember the last time I ate. Quickly I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen.

As I descended down stairs, smells became stronger. 

Bacon…Sausage…Toast…Coffee…Something sweet and buttery.

I walked through the doorway and stopped. Mom had made an array of meals. A buffet if you will. Six plates sat on the kitchen table. Sausage and eggs. An omelet. Pancakes. French toast. Cereal. And a bowl of fresh fruit.

I stared at them, like a man staring at an oasis in a desert.

"Hungry?” Mom asked. Placing down a cup of coffee and a glass of fresh juice.

"You have no idea." I replied, my mouth so moist as I salivated at the meals.

She smiled. "Good. So, what would you like?"

I looked at the table. "What are you having?"

Moms expression changed almost imperceptibly.

"That's not what I asked." Mom replied sternly.

I felt a frown form on my face. I've upset her. “Sorry. What do you suggest?” I asked meekly.

Mom stood there blankly and ignored me.

"Can you just tell me what you're having?" 

"No."

I looked at her confused. "No?" 

"No. You asked me to help. You learn to make your own decisions. This is where we start. I'm assuming all the time you stayed with Paige at the hotel she ordered everything and you sat, ate, slept, fucked all on her schedule?” 

“Erm, yeah. Kinda.” I mumbled as I glanced back at the food. 

#BUZZ#  

My watch buzzing my alarm for college. I had 10 minutes before I had to leave.

"Mom, it's breakfast, I'm late. Could you just make me a to-go plate?”

"No."

“PLEASE!” I pleaded, as I gave a nervous laugh.

She didn't budge. "You have six choices sitting in front of you. Pick one."

"I don't know."

"Then think about it."

I looked at the plates again. And my heart was beginning to pound. I felt a lump in my throat.

"Which one do you think is best?" I probed. 

"That's another question you're asking me to answer for you."

I rubbed my forehead. As I began to sweat.

"Can you just choose for me?"

"No."

There was no anger in her voice. That somehow made it worse.

I knew she wasn't punishing me, wasn't trying to embarrass me. She just wanted a simple answer I was unable to give.

I stood there for another few seconds. "Sorry. I gotta go.” I turned from the kitchen and went to  grab my backpack.

Mom chased after me "You're not eating?"

"I can't. I'm late now."

"You that in of itself is a choice..You're choosing to go to college hungry."

"I'll get something there." I assured her as I walked towards the door. 

A quick look back and she was shaking her head. "Okay."

I stopped at the doorway. "That's it?"

"What do you want me to say? I did say it's not a quick fix. You do realise you couldn't even decide on breakfast, right?”

I didn't have an answer.

Mom took another sip of coffee. "Tomorrow, we'll try again."

“Sure.” I nodded. Walking out of the house. With my belly howling.

The entire journey to college my stomach screamed. And I ignore it.

When I reached campus, my stomach felt like it was eating itself. As I sat down in the lecture hall my stomach made a noise that sounded like a MUAAHAAAH!

“Have this.” Said some girl sitting next to me as she tossed me a granola bar. “I won't be able to concentrate if your tummy keeps making those noises.” 

“Thanks.” I praised her as I devoured the bar. While simultaneously opening my notebook. As the Professor began to speak.

It didn't fulfill me. But fuck it was delicious.

Twenty minutes later, I hadn't written a thing. Paige and Leyla were all I could think about. What was Mom going to do with Leyla? And Paige…Her voice…Her touch. My body shuddered. The way she made me feel. Completely dependent on her. It was like I was suffering withdrawal.

I shifted in my seat. My leg began bouncing. I tried to stop it. I punched my leg. But that just made my cage begin to twitch instead.

A few seconds later, it started again. I was forcing myself to look at the lecturer. Who was talking something about economics. I had no idea what. While my leg and caged competed with which one could twitch the most. While I attempted to jot down every other word the Professor said.

The lecture ended. The girl next to me stood up and looked down at my notebook. Disgust appeared on her face. As she turned and marched off offended. 

I looked down and all over the page I had subconsciously written BE A GOOD BOY! I stared at the words. I had no memory of writing. I ripped the pages from my book and packed away my stuff and headed back to my dorm room.

I reached my door 1709 and immediately stopped. Allowing my forehead to hit the door. “The fuck, man!” I sighed to myself. Then the door opened.

There stood Chip. “BRO! Where you been?” He greeted throwing an arm around my neck an gesturing me inside. 

Inside the room was Charlotte and Ellie again. They both looked up at me. Charlotte on Chip’s bed. And Ellie smiled as she sat on my bunk.

“What are you guys doing?” I queried.

“Bro, we're about to listen to Styled and Sculpted podcast. Dandelion Rose is making a comeback! Chip practically screamed in delight.

PAIGE??? My brain screamed. Delight filled my body and my cage began to ache for her.

“Never heard of her.” I lied.

"BRO! She was the No.1 rated pornstar in the world. She retired like five years ago and is still no.1 ranked star or Porncore dot com.” 

“Well that's not disconcerting at all.” Replied Charlotte sarcastically. 

“Babe. I'm a guy. I have urges. But as long as you're up to task I won't need any of that shit.” Chip assured her.

“So you gonna listen with us?” Chip asked.

"Yeah. Sure." I answered, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “So what's Styled and sculpted?” I asked genuinely. 

Chip began to tell me. But my eyes shifted to Ellie. She was wearing the smallest tightest white bikini top and a denim mini skirt. I could make out some white panties peeking through the bottom.

She looked up from the bed and smiled. "Hey, City Boy." She cooed in her country twang.

I gulped as my cage bounced to her words. I looked straight to the floor. Not to hide my embarrassment, but to make sure my cage wasn't visible or that a wet patch hadn't appeared.

“City boy…” She had clearly noticed the hesitation. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I mumbled.

“Sit.” She patted my mattress, gesturing to me to sit next to her.

I sat down next to her and she swung her body round and placed her head on my lap. Her feet were touching her butt and her knees were high. She playfully opened and closed them flirtatiously.

“Shush. It's starting.” Said Chip turning the sound up and enlarging the screen.

Studio lights. Two cameras. Paige…Dandelion Rose sits across from BRYION JAMES, arms folded, completely relaxed..

BRYION: So let's just get this straight. You're coming out of retirement.

DANDELION: That's right.

BRYION: After everything you've done, you're actually coming back?

DANDELION: Apparently people missed me.

BRYION: Or they missed the controversy.

Paige smiles.

BRYION: Because let's be honest. Your entire brand was built around making men look weak. You made a career out of cuckold content, interracial fantasies, humiliating dudes. Making Beta males.

DANDELION: I made a career out of giving people what they paid to watch.

BRYION: That's the answer every performer gives. But here's my question: what kind of man actually wants a woman with your résumé? You've obviously suffered in the real world. That's why you're back to this bullshit.

DANDELION: Apparently, the kind of man I'm dating.

BRYION: You have a boyfriend?

DANDELION: I do.

Bryion leans back and laughs.

BRYION: Another performer? So a low class male.

DANDELION: Nope.

BRYION: A civilian boyfriend?

DANDELION: Yeah.

BRYION: You're telling me some regular guy watched your entire career, knows exactly who you are, and thought, "Yep. That's the woman I want to build a relationship with"?

DANDELION: Pretty much.

BRYION: That's insane.

DANDELION: Why?

BRYION: Because where's his self-respect?

DANDELION: You don't know anything about him.

BRYION: I know he's dating a retired adult performer whose entire public image is built around sexual humiliation.

DANDELION: And yet you're the one obsessed with him.

The room laughs.

BRYION: No, no, no. Don't flip this around. I'm asking a serious question. Does this man actually have boundaries?

DANDELION: Yes.

BRYION: Does he get jealous?

DANDELION: Sometimes.

BRYION: So he knows the woman he's dating has spent years making content specifically marketed to men who want to watch that kind of relationship dynamic.

DANDELION: He knows my past. That's different from knowing me.

BRYION: That's a very convenient distinction.

DANDELION: It's also an accurate one.

Bryion pauses, then looks directly into the camera.

BRYION: Chat, I'm telling you right now: this man is either the most secure guy on the planet or…

DANDELION: Or what?

BRYION: A cuck.

The audience erupts.

DANDELION: There it is. Ad hom.

BRYION: What? You know that's what everyone's thinking.

DANDELION: No. That's what you're thinking. 

BRYION: Then tell me why I'm wrong.

DANDELION: Because you think a man's value is determined by whether his girlfriend fits your definition of an acceptable woman.

BRYION: No. I'm saying men have standards.

DANDELION: And women are allowed to have standards too.

BRYION: You think a high-value man would seriously date you?

DANDELION: I think a confident man doesn't need strangers on the internet to approve of his girlfriend.

Bryion stares at her for a moment.

BRYION: Okay. That's actually a pretty good answer.

DANDELION: Thank you.

BRYION: I still think your boyfriend's crazy loser cuck boi.

DANDELION: You haven't even met him.

BRYION: No. But I'm not giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Dandelion laughs.

BRYION: But here's what I really want to know. Why come back now?

Dandelion's expression changes. She leans forward.

DANDELION: Because retirement made me realize something.

BRYION:

What's that?

DANDELION: I spent years letting everybody else decide who I was. Fans. Industry people. Critics. Men who hated me. Men who wanted me. And eventually I realized I was the only person who wasn't allowed to change my own story.

Bryion nods slowly.

BRYION: So this isn't about the money?

DANDELION: The money doesn't hurt.

BRYION: Fair enough.

DANDELION: But no. This time I'm doing it because I want to, and now with all the content and apps available I get much more financial control.

BRYION: And your boyfriend's okay with that?

DANDELION: You'll have to ask him.

BRYION: Oh, I definitely will. Give me his number.

Dandelion smiles.

BRYION: Because I want to talk to the man who willingly signed up for this.

DANDELION: Maybe he's just more secure than you are.

The audience reacts.

BRYION: Oh, we're going to have problems. I see. I see. Okay. We're gonna take a quick break and play some of our sponsors real quick.

“Bro. Bryion is going way too easy on her.” Starts Chip.

“The room is on her side it seems.” Answers Ellie.

“Come bathroom with me real quick.” Charlotte asks Ellie.

“Sure.” She replies and they head out of the room.

“BRO! THEY'RE GONE. TELL ME HOW YOU KNOW LEYLA STARR?” Chip pleads.

“Later.” I answer. Taking out my phone and begin to text Paige.

*click…clickity…click

Hey! Listening to you on the podcast. You're doing great.*

*BEEP BEEP* my phone bleeps back 

Thanks. This guy is such a fraud. The first time I met him he told me “he'd eat his own load out of me!” But I signed an NDA. Can only talk about what happens when the camera is on- sigh! 

Talk later-x

Charlotte and Ellie walk back in and this time Ellie sits herself in lap. 

“Hope you don't mind?” She giggles as wiggles on my lap making herself comfortable. 

“All good.” I mumbled praying she doesn't feel the cage.

“It's starting again.” Chip shushes the room.

BRYION: Alright, we're back. And apparently, during the break, Dandelion has decided she wants to make my job even harder. 

DANDELION: Your job is asking questions. Not so hard. I'd say my is harder lol.

BRYION: My job is exposing contradictions.

DANDELION: Then you're going to be busy.

BRYION: I can't let the boyfriend thing go. You said your boyfriend is supportive of your return.

DANDELION: He is.

BRYION: Even though you're going straight back into the adult industry? To be dicked down and cummed in, on, like any common slut.

DANDELION: Yes. Exactly like that.

BRYION: So no jealousy? No insecurity? No "maybe this isn't a great idea, I don't want to be the words most famous cuck?”

DANDELION: We've talked about it extensively.

BRYION: And he just said, "Sure, honey, go back to work, suck a dick, give me a kiss right after. Get filled up and bring me home a creampie for dinner"?

DANDELION: Not exactly.

BRYION: What does "not exactly" mean?

DANDELION: It means I'm not gonna literally suck a dick then kiss him. He won't be on set with me. I wash after every scene. Plus  we have boundaries…and he has something too.

BRYION: Such as?

Dandelion pauses, smiling. Waves playfully to the camera

DANDELION: He has a hall pass. Well, an unlimited pass.

The room immediately erupts.

BRYION: Wait. WHAT? The cuck gets to fuck?

DANDELION: You heard me.

BRYION: Your boyfriend has a hall pass while you're shooting?

DANDELION: Yes. 

BRYION: And you're okay with that? 

DANDELION: If that's what we mutually agreed to, why wouldn't I be?

BRYION: Because that's not a relationship. That's a hostage negotiation with benefits.

The audience laughs.

DANDELION: See, that's your problem.

BRYION: What's my problem?

DANDELION: You assume every relationship has to operate according to your rules.

BRYION: I'm asking a legitimate question.

DANDELION: You're asking why two consenting adults made an arrangement that doesn't make sense to you.

BRYION: Okay, fair. But does he actually use the hall pass? Falls for a girl. Dumps your skank ass?

DANDELION: That's between him and me. But then I'd have lost a great guy.

BRYION: So he really has an opportunity to move on to a higher calibre woman?

DANDELION: Yes.

BRYION: And you don't get jealous, or nervous at the thought?

DANDELION: Of course I can get jealous. And nervous.

BRYION: Then why agree to it?

DANDELION: Because jealousy isn't the same thing as betrayal. I trust we're meant for each other.

Bryion sits back.

BRYION: That's actually a distinction most people don't understand.

DANDELION: Exactly.

BRYION: So your boyfriend is some ridiculously confident guy who doesn't care what anybody thinks. Doesn't mind how many times you get run through and that your body count will be larger than a cell number?

DANDELION: He cares what I think.

BRYION: Okay, that's annoyingly healthy.

DANDELION: Thank you.

BRYION: I wasn't complimenting you. I don't believe you.

DANDELION: You seem jealous of him.

Bryion shakes his head.

BRYION: Nope. Let's move on.

He looks down at his cards.

BRYION: You've announced your return. You've got a totally real boyfriend who's apparently comfortable with the arrangement. And you've said you're doing this because you have more control over your career now.

DANDELION: Correct.

BRYION: So what's the first project?

Dandelion smiles.

DANDELION: My first scene back is with Shawn Petrol.

The audience reacts immediately.

BRYION: Oh, come on.

DANDELION: What?

BRYION: No way he's okay with that!

DANDELION: You seem very familiar with Shawn's work?

BRYION: You're going straight for one of the most recognizable names in the business?

DANDELION: That's the plan.

BRYION: And your boyfriend knows?

DANDELION: He knows now.

BRYION: And you think he's still gonna stick around after you've been stretched out by Shawn?

DANDELION: I'll let you know next time I'm on.

BRYION: That man, if real. Either has incredible confidence or absolutely no survival instinct.

DANDELION: Or…and stay with me here…he trusts me.

Bryion looks toward the audience.

BRYION: She's trying to make this shit sound like a reasonable argument and I don't appreciate it.

The audience laughs.

DANDELION: You wanted the interview.

BRYION: I wanted answers.

DANDELION: You're getting them.

BRYION: All right. Last question.

He leans forward.

BRYION: If your “real” boyfriend is watching this right now, what do you want him to know?

Dandelion looks directly into Camera Two.

DANDELION: That I love him. That I appreciate the trust he's given me. And that whatever happens with my career, he doesn't have to compete with my past.

BRYION: That's a pretty strong statement.

DANDELION: It's the truth.

BRYION: Okay. And to all the other cucks  watching?

DANDELION: You need therapy.

The audience explodes.

Bryion doubles over laughing.

BRYION: And we're going to commercial before she completely destroys my chat feed.

DANDELION: Good call.

BRYION: Still think your boyfriend's crazy or fictional.

DANDELION: Still think you're jealous.

BRYION: I'm not jealous!

DANDELION: Then why are you still talking about him?

Bryion freezes.

BRYION:...Commercial.

“Imma say it.” Chip began. “I'd date a pornstar too.” 

Charlotte laughs. “So you'd be okay with me seeing other guys?” 

“If we're both open, why not? As long as its not like some cuck shit where you want me to sit in a chair with a loser cuck boi cage on my dick.” Chip casually hit back.

Charlotte, Ellie and Chip all began laughing. Which caused me some humiliation which in turn made my cage strain.

“You're turning me on.” Charlotte purred to Chip. 

He leaned in and they began immediately making out.

Ellie stood up and turned immediately to face me. Her figure towered over me. Her head and massive ties practically blocked out the light above.

“All that sex talk got me craving a cigarette.”

“Okay…” I mumbled.

“Problem is I quit about a month back, wanna help a girl out and give me something else to suck on?” 

The words came out so casually. She just stood there before me smirking while I sat frozen at the question. My cage however was dripping down my thigh.

"You're thinking too much!” Ellie began, “You know you don't have to look so terrified."

"I'm not terrified." I'm gulped nervously

"Then what are you? A virgin?”

“No…I told you, I have a girlfriend.” I mumbled.

“Ya know. That's becoming an irritatingly familiar answer.” 

“HE HAS A PASS!” Chip yelled out!

Ellie smiled. “Your girlfriend give you permission?"

My stomach tightened. "Kinda."

"So…” Ellie began. Reaching her arm behind her back. As she pulled her arm back around her massive tits dropped out of her top. “Youre telling me you don't want to cum on these milkers?”

#PAUSE#

Okay, so I know I'm gonna sound like a giant pussy now, feel free to berate me as much as you want, but you have to bear in mind my cock literally feels like it's going to fucking explode. You know like a sausage that's been cooking in the pan too long and it just swells up? The cage is literally tugging on my nutsack. 

Gawd damn, I'm so fucking horny. There's nothing more I want to do than to drop my trousers and try and cum through the cage on those titties. But for the love of Gawd, remember they have just pissed themselves laughing about the cuck cage comment.

#UNPAUSE#

I looked at Ellie as she casually pulled the bikini top fully off.

Although I'm gazing at this beautiful woman in front of me, all I could think of was all of Paige's scenes. And the words, “Be good boy”, from the dungeon. “Be a good boy…Be a good boy…Be a good boy…”

“STOP!” I somewhat shouted.

Ellie froze and looked mortified. 

I placed each hand to either side of my temples and began to rub them in a circular motion with my eyes closed. I took a deep breath, the cage constantly on my mind, but also trying to will the voice and images of Paige in my head to stop.

“Sorry, Ellie…I started. Still trying to silence the echo in my head. 

Then it hit me. Babysitters Pie for the Married Guy. One of Dandelion Rose's first scenes. I had role-playing it with Paige repeatedly. 

Ellie just stood there. Waiting for me. 

“You know…” I began. “I forgot to have breakfast this morning…” I began to recite the opening of the scene, which ironically matched my own start to the day. 

“Okay.” Ellie answered somewhat confused.

“So as you can imagine…I am absolutely famished. And I'd love nothing more than to satisfy my cravings with some…sweet…Nebrasken Pie!”

#PAUSE#

Okay so I know this won't seem like a big deal, but I ad-libbed the Nebaraskan Pie part! May not seem like a big deal to you, but it really actually is! 

#UNPAUSE#

Ellie replied, "okay well eat up, City Boy!" 

With that command I stood up, grabbed her by her hips, turned around 180 degrees, hiked up her denim skirt and slowly pulled down her white bikini bottoms. Exposing her beautiful red bush and swollen looking pussy lips.

As I leaned in and began to suck on her clit, Ellie fell backwards onto the bed. She hoisted up both legs, giving me access to get into her snatch. Just like the actor did to Paige in the scene. I sucked on her clit. Tongue fucked her pussy, devouring her. 

While sucking on her clit, I slid a finger in and Ellie called out "More!" I added a second and soon a third. It wasn't long before the magic words came…

"I CUMMING!" screamed Ellie. As she proceeded to squirt all over my face! "Cheese and Rice you're fucking good at that!" Exclaimed Ellie sitting up with a smile on her face. 

Using her forefinger she gestures at me to come towards her.

I climbed up from her pussy and now we're face to face.

"Still don't wanna drop your pants and pound this pussy? She asked seductively.

“That's, erm. That's something I'd like to work towards. Not today. But definitely one day.” 

“Okay, well I'll take another tongue bath then!” She said placing a hand on my head and pushing me back down between her thighs.

I made her cum three more times before I told her I had to leave. Not that I couldn't eat her pussy all day. I could. But my cock was pulsating so much I'm sure I was close to leaking through my draws. Ellie was cool though she told me she had class anyways and didn't want to ask me to stop so it worked out.

Eventually Chip and Charlotte left too. I was still so aroused. And my balls were throbbing. Now I was alone I decided to do something to help myself cum. The buttplug.

I hadn't originally packed it for college as a precaution. But I brought it with me this morning. Safely stored it wrapped in a pair of socks in my backpack. 

After the last few days I needed a climatic release! I lubed it up and slowly inserted it. Pulled my pants up, just in case someone comes back. Grabbed my phone and activated the plug. 

I then grabbed my headphones and connected them to my phone. I played the song that  Paige would select when we were role-playing and closed my eyes and started dreaming of Paige.

#PHONE RINGS#

I answer via the headphones and instinctively say “Paige?”

“Nope.” Replies my Moms voice.

“Mom, erm. Now isn't, now's not a great time.” I start to muster. While frantically trying to switch off the plug.

“Make time.” Orders mom. 

For some reason my phone has decided it no longer recognises my finger print. I try to type in the passcode and must've hit a digit wrong because now it's locked for ten minutes.

“Mom. Can I call you back in like eleven minutes…please?”

“Was you able to make a decision for lunch?” My mom asks, completely ignoring my previous question. 

“Erm, lunch. I, errm. I…”  I mumbled drawing a blank. “I erm…well. It's kinda. Not appropriate to be honest.” I tell her as I try to control my breathing as the plug pulses my prostate. 

“I highly doubt that. What did you eat?”

“...Ellie…I ate Ellie!” I answered back, riding the waves.

“Well since you're not Hanibal Lectar. I'm assuming you ate pussy?”

 

“Yup.” 

“How’d that go?”

#PAUSE#

Okay, so this is gonna sound sad, but I just told her the truth. And we had a whole conversation backwards and forwards. Yes it was kind of weird, and i don't want to just repeat it all over again. I'm not super proud of it, but yeah, you know what happened with Ellie. That's why I told my mom, and then we're just gonna jump back in at the end of that conversation.

#UNPAUSE#

"Okay, so where are you now?" 

"Um, me? In my dorm room."

"What number is it?"

“It's um, 17...1709."

"Okay, put a sock on your door, um, and don't answer the door until you hear three knocks. Talk soon."

The call ends, I get a sock. I put it on the door. I did leave the plug in because I can't access the phone, and taking it out, it'd just be buzzing about somewhere. So yeah, I just left it in for the time being.

After the ten minutes I finally Was able to turn the plug off, removed it, went and washed it, cleaned up, washed my hands and waited for the knocker.

Almost 35 minutes later, theres the knock at the door. Three knocks. Knock. Knock. Knock. I opened the door, and standing in front of me is Miley Meid, the blowjob queen of the porn industry.

"Got something for ya!" Miley winks at me flashing my key in her fingers.

I grab her and pull her into my room.

"My mom sent you?" I asked. 

"Uh-huh." She went with a pout. 

"Why? With my key? This don't make no sense.? 

And then she said, "Before we begin, just let me make this extremely clear." Her voice rising in pitch. "...that I am not being paid in any way, shape, or form for what is about to occur. This is simply a friend cashing in an IOU."

"Okay?" I answered dumbfounded but Also, quickly glancing around the room to see if there's somebody I've missed.

“Music?” She asks. 

I walk over to the stereo. 

“Not for me, for you,” she tells me. 

I grab my phone and headphones and walk back towards her. She scrolls through my phone, puts on a song, 

Just before she puts the headphones on me. 

She tells me. “Keep your eyes on me!" 

The music is blaring into my ears is so fucking loud. If she talk, I can't, I can't even hear myself think it's so loud.

Miley then proceeds to kneel down before me, pull down my shorts, remove the cage from my penis, and slowly begins to suck. 

She does her famous routine, and it's not long before my cock is standing at attention. 

She makes eye contact with me while she strokes with her left hand. Her right hand runs up and down my inside thigh. She puts my cock on her face as she licks my ballsack and continues her routine. 

After a while, she pulls a face while still stroking me, looking somewhat disappointed. 

She begins to pump me with her right hand, her left hand sliding up my thigh again, but this time she slides a finger in my ass.

She's now simultaneously sucking me and fingering me at the same time. This carries on for a few more moments before she gets up and walks away. 

I pull off the headphones, finally being able to hear, and ask her, “Is everything alright?”

To which she replies, “NOPE, not really,” and pulls out her phone and begins to dial a number.

She puts the phone to her ear and looks at me while she waits for the person on the other line to answer. Then she speaks. 

Hey, Patty. Yeah. Nope, not a drop. Been blowing him for twelve minutes. Like, he should have cum twice over already. Like, I can keep going if you want, but I will get lockjaw and he will just not ejaculate.”

Miley looks back at me then turns around.

“....Mm-hmm…. Mm-hmm… Red light, green light, I think, would work, but, you know, would it work again tomorrow?...I don't know. So what do you want?...Well, I can't do it here. He will have to come back with me… I can do that… I can do that. That's fine, but then you're gonna owe me one, okay? All right... No problem. Bye.”

She hangs up the phone and looks over at me. “Okay, stud. Your brain is basically what we call porn mush.”

She paused. Maybe because of the look on my face.

“It's sort of what happens when... how can I explain this? It happens a lot with older men, to be fair, but you've been, you know, conditioned?”

“Think so.” I shrugged.

“It's when someone gets a kink or something, they find it almost impossible to get off unless they're watching exactly what they want. So imagine you get into, like, really hardcore graphic pornography, like BDSM, whatever. Doesn't matter. Pick a genre. Then you go home, you have sex with your vanilla wife. You can't ejaculate until you can picture what you want to see in your head, and you sort of have to force yourself to climax. So that's a problem. Your mum wants me to fix it. So we're gonna go back to my place and we're gonna play a game called Red Light, Green Light. Understand?”

I nodded.

“And it will take as long as it takes, and it doesn't end until you cum. But I'm telling you now, you won't be cumming watching Dandelion Rose. Okay? Cool. Let's go.”

She grabs me by the hand and leads me away.

I left college with Miley. Luckily, no one sees us leave, well, I hope no one sees us leave. That would be an awkward conversation to have later. 

We drive. We pull up to this nice big beautiful house. Miley stops the car and tells me to come inside. We walk in, and she takes me to this room filled with TVs. Some of her friends are already there. She instructs her friends to put on three different movies: one of hers, one of a random anal scene, and one Dandelion Rose movie.

#PAUSE#

Let me tell you how the game Red Light Green Light goes. 

You already know. Red light, stop doing what you're doing. Green light, we get to continue doing what you're doing. 

However, my eyes are taped open, can't close them, and Miley throws ice-cold water over my dick if I want to come to page. And then we start again watching a different porno. 

I honestly cannot tell you how long this took, right? But what I can tell you is, you know, you cannot imagine something with your eyes open. Like you can't see. You know, you close your eyes and you can envision something. You can't do that when your eyes are open. 

I watched so much fucking porn. My dick was raw. I even started crying. I, honestly, I started crying. Anyway, let's jump back into it. 

#UNPAUSE#

Miley's stroking on my dick. At this point, I'm just looking down at her, tears streaming down my face. Please, please, please, I begged. Please what? she asked. 

My thoughts kept circling back to the same problem. Paige had told me I was free. I had permission. “I want to cum.” I cried

“What do you want?” she asked me, again. 

“I want to cum, I told her. She licked the tip of my dick and said, “Well, do it then for me.” 

Her mouth engulfed my dick. And as she took her lips off of my cock, I just saw the volcanic eruption of semen that ejaculated like a projectile out of my cock. 

It left me so fucking... I don't even have words. It just fucking deflated me. I, like a hot air balloon, just whooshing through the air. I passed out

When I came to, the tape had been taken off my eyes, and Miley was sitting next to me scrolling on her phone. 

“ou made one hell of a mess,”

I remembered the climactic eruption reached down to my penis that was aching, only to find the familiarity of my cage being put back on my dick. I looked mildly confused. 

She replied, “Yeah, sorry about that. Your mum said it had to go back on.”

“Okay, I replied. But, you know? So what, like, am I cured now?”

Miley just laughed. “No. Not even close. Like that took a ridiculously long time. What you do know is you can cum if you want to, but it's gonna take a lot of therapy to get you sorted.”

“So what? I have to see a therapist or a shrink?”

“No, baby. Not that type of therapy. Not necessarily red light, green light, but other things to stimulate, to help you ejaculate. But if you keep watching the Dandelion Rosie stuff, it's…you're just gonna go straight back down that rabbit hole.”

“So what do I... what do I do?”

“Well, for starters, you have to go home and talk to your mom. But other than that, yeah. I'd avoid Paige. She doesn't seem to be too good for you.”

“Okay, cool. I said, Um, are you gonna take me home?”

Miley shook her head. “No honey. You're a big boy. You'll figure it out. 

I left the house, walked a little bit and caught a bus to the train station. My dick, in its cage, for the first time was extremely painful. I'm guessing that was due to the friction burns and other chafing that was incurred trying to get me to ejaculate.

As I was walking from the train station to my home, my phone rang. This time I looked to see who was calling. Finally it was Paige. But I feel a bittersweet towards her now. 

I answered the phone. "Hey baby, she started. So you watched the podcast?"

"Yeah I did."

 "Did you like it?" she queried. 

"I just have one question."

"Sure, what is it?" 

"The hall pass. You trust me and everything else and you're not jealous. Like, it was unconditional, right?"

"Yeah? That's right." She answered

 "So why did you condition me?"

To be continued...

Previous chapters: 
Chapter 1
Chapter 2

DISCLAIMERS: The characters in this fictional story are directly based on myself, my partner/keyholder, and our dynamic. Everything else in the story is made up. This chapter will feature both female and male denial. I don't think any trigger warnings are necessary here, but if you disagree please let me know in comments or DM and I'll edit to include. On to the fun stuff!

Goddess and I enjoyed our dinner, had a little bit of vanilla downtime, just enjoying each other's company, before we would head to the bedroom to see what CADAMI had in store for us tonight.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Goddess. It had been four weeks since her last orgasm.

"Like I'm ready to burst," she said, with a grin. "But I'm okay. It's all still really fucking hot!"

"Any hopes for tonight?"

"Well yeah," Goddess said. "I really want to fucking cum!"

I chuckled. "Good thing that's not your decision to make then!"

"Goddess. King," CADAMI said. "I'd like you both to get into your chairs once you are ready."

The chairs were a pair of specialized bondage chairs, the same ones we had used four weeks ago, the last time Goddess had had an orgasm and when I was left desperately denied. The chairs faced each other so we could both watch what was happening to the other person. They kept us securely in place with all of our limbs restrained so we couldn't move at all. There were also several attachment that CADAMI had complete control over. We could be gagged or blindfolded. We could have our nipples played with. There were several ways my cock could be stroked or teased, and Goddess's clit could be vibrated or teased with a light brush. And of course plenty of ways to penetrate both of us with plugs, dildos, and vibrators.

Pretty much the absolute best machine for any BDSM-loving couple.

As ordered, both Goddess and I stripped naked once again and got ourselves strapped into our respective chairs. We mouthed "I love you" to each other before CADAMI put a gag into both of our mouths.

The nanobots that formed both of our chastity devices were removed and our sexes sprang to life instantly. My cock was rock hard and dripping precum, her pussy was glistening with unfulfilled desire.

I felt a plug slowly get inserted into my ass. I didn't see one go into Goddess's. I suspected that CADAMI decided to give Goddess's asshole a break since it had been used rather roughly and regularly over the past three weeks.

And then the edges began. CADAMI used a warm cock sleeve that felt shockingly similar to a mouth, with a soft tongue sliding along my frenulum. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt the edge start to rise. CADAMI torturously slowly brought me to an edge and then stopped. I groaned into my gag in both pleasure and frustration. It had been six months since I last came and I felt ever minute of that six months in that edge.

While I enjoyed this, I also watched CADAMI use a small vibrator on Goddess's clit to also bring her slowly to an edge. A pool of pussy juice was already starting to form under her. Her hips were bucking, trying to get herself over the edge with no luck.

The plug in my ass started to vibrate as the stroking on my cock got faster. CADAMI was now bringing me to the edge once or twice every minute. I heard Goddess moan through her own gag and looked to see a vibrator being inserted into her pussy and clamps being put on her erect nipples. Her hips started buckling harder.

CADAMI kept us there for I don't know how long. The sensations on my cock and in my ass were amazing, but the frustration at not cumming for half a year and now being edged out of my mind was almost too much. I was floating in subspace. My brain was completely empty replaced with nothing but lust.

I continued to watch Goddess who was likely in the same state. The thrusting of her hips had grown to be almost violet and she tried so desperately to cum. I knew CADAMI would not let her do it on her own. She would just have to live in the frustration.

After some time, CADAMI finally spoke again, though the edging we were experiencing continued. "Well, I'd say you two are now sufficiently ramped up to maximum frustration. It's time to play another little game!"

Both of our eyes widened. I felt my heart race with excitement. What would it be this time?

"One month ago I gave Goddess the choice to have an orgasm herself, or to give it to her King. She was very naughty and stole the orgasm for herself. Well, the tables are turned and this time it will be King's turn to make a decision."

My heart raced even more. Most of the time, literally almost EVERY time, when given the choice I would give up my own orgasm. But it had been six months! I was too weak. There was no way I could pass up the chance to cum now. I NEEDED it.

"Here is your choice, King," CADAMI said as her cock sleeve brought me to another agonizing edge. "You can leave Goddess, who has already been denied four weeks, without an orgasm today, and you will get one ruined orgasm. But it might just been another six months before you have a chance to cum again. Who knows? Or, you can watch your Goddess has a full, earth-shattering orgasm in front of you while I keep edging you and driving you even more crazy. This is your reward for making it six months. So what is your choice?"

I nearly panicked as I was edged once again. Only a ruin after waiting SIX MONTHS? I hate ruins. It's all of the downsides with none of the pleasure. I feel almost nothing other than my muscles contracting, virtually no pleasure. And then I'm in refractory afterward anyway so it might be days before I'm even interested in edging again.

But... it had been six months. Could I really go for another half of a year without cumming if that's really what CADAMI decides? I just didn't know if I could do it.

And then there was the other side of it. I'd be taking an orgasm away from my Goddess. True, she had done that very thing to me last month, but taking an orgasm for myself when she could have one goes against my very nature. That's just not how I work at all!

"You have 60 seconds to decide, King, or else no one gets to cum today."

Panic. And another edge. That edge was so hard I almost decided to say fuck it and take the ruin. I'd take ANYTHING I could get now. I was so horny. I couldn't do this for another six months! Not a chance.

But then I saw Goddess. Her body literally shaking with frustration and anticipation. Her eyes were wide and staring at me. She was just about SCREAMING into her gag. She wanted to cum so bad. And my first thought was... gosh it would be so fucking hot to leave her denied. I could take my ruin, for the little bit of satisfaction I could get out of it, and also enjoy watching her flail in frustration. I actually chuckled into my gag as I thought it. I must have smiled because Goddess started shaking her head furiously and screaming harder into her gag.

"20 seconds, King."

But I had made my decision already. I nodded to CADAMI indicating I was ready for her to remove my gag. She did.

"I'm giving up my orgasm. Goddess gets to cum today." In the end, I couldn't imaging taking an orgasm away from my Goddess. Both of us identify as switches, which is true. But especially when it comes to orgasm denial and keyholding, I definitely tilt on the sub side of that spectrum. I'm happy to always give up my own pleasure to see my Goddess in euphoria.

I heard CADAMI chuckle. She edged me again. Goddess's body and eyes relaxes. I could only imagine what was going through her head. Did she feel guilty for once again cumming while I stay denied? Or was she so ramped up that she couldn't care less about that now and just wanted to cum? Either way, I could see the relief on her face.

CADAMI wasted no time. She replaced my gag and continued to edge me, the vibrator in my ass increased in intensity while the cock sleeve continued sliding up and down my shaft. God, it felt so good! I made peace with the idea that I wouldn't cum today and focused on enjoying the edges as much as I could.

The clamps on Goddess's nipples twisted, straining her nipples painfully. The vibrator in her pussy started to thrust faster, and the small wand on her clit ramped up to high. Her chest started to rise and fall faster as her orgasm built. CADAMI removed her gag just in time as she cried out in ecstasy. She squirted so hard some of it landed on my face and my chest while I sat in my bondage chair across from her.

I edged again. I was so close that I was sure I could make myself cum if I just thought about it hard enough. But I pushed it back down, as I always do. My cock throbbed almost painfully with what had to be my fiftieth edge since I got in the chair.

Goddess came again, her whole body shaking as much as it could in her restraints. I, of course, edged as I watched.

Once Goddess came down from her multiple orgasms, her restraints were released.

But mine were not. That was... unusual. CADAMI continued to edge me as Goddess got off her chair and collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion.

"Goddess, can you please move to the other room for a moment? I'd like to talk to you privately."

That, however, was not so unusual. CADAMI would often talk to each of us in private to give specific commands. Especially if one person was being denied and the other wasn't. I was guessing CADAMI was going to give Goddess some specific instructions about my ongoing denial that she didn't want me to know about.

Goddess gave me a sympathetic look as she got to her feet. Her eyes said "sorry, but also, not very sorry." Her legs were wobbly as she moved to the other room.

"Don't worry, King," CADAMI said as her machines continued to drive me crazy with edges. "She will be back in a moment."

True to her word, Goddess walked back into the room after not much time at all. I was past the point of being able to know how much time had passed, broken as my brain was, so I judged it by just three edges worth of time. But now, she had a huge, mischievous smile plastered on her face.

She was still naked, her nipples erect and slightly red from being pinched and twisted. The slight fuzz of pubic hair above her pussy still glistening with wetness. She really was a goddess!

She stopped and sat on the floor in front of me. I was still tightly restrained in a bondage chair and had a gag in my mouth. Without fanfare, the cock sleeve was removed from me and my penis throbbed in the air.

"Goddess, you can go ahead. Take as much time as you'd like."

Goddess smiled up at me. "You are in for such a treat, my King!" She then started to suck my cock. I edged almost instantly. CADAMI and all her toys are amazing at making me feel good. But there is nothing in this world that can compete with my Goddess and her body and her skills. She teased my frenulum with her tongue, then took me fully into her mouth and edged me again. Then she used her hand. She was really getting in to it and edging me in every way that she could think of.

"King," CADAMI said and Goddess continued to give my cock all the frustrating pleasure it could handle. "I am quite impressed with your willingness to give up your own pleasure. You let Goddess have a very satisfying, full orgasm. While you stayed denied, hopeless, frustrated. It really must have been a difficult choice for you to make."

Goddess licked my frenulum with just her tongue, bringing me to an agonizing edge. They were toying with me. It was delicious torture. How could I survive another six months of this?

"But there's something you may not have noticed in today's game."

Goddess took me fully into her mouth again. She started working me faster. I could feel the edge coming. I tried grunting through my gag to let her know I was getting close.

"I never said that if you let Goddess have an orgasm that you wouldn't be able to cum. I only said you would be edged while she came."

I could feel the point of no return approaching. My eyes started to tear up as I screamed into my gag.

"You were a very good boy today. And so, you get a full orgasm too."

The gag came out of my mouth. The very moment before I came Goddess took me out of her mouth and used her hand to jack me off. I came gloriously. I don't know how loudly I screamed. My brain became the orgasm itself. I shot my cum all over Goddess's face. She held her mouth open and her tongue out to catch as much of my cum as she could. She smiled as she continued to stroke me, making sure I got ever bit of good feeling out of this orgasm as I could.

Six months. Six long months of waiting. The orgasm was the best of my life. My whole body shook with pleasure. I completely covered Goddess's face. She was laughing like she was high. I realized that I was too. This is what it is all about for me. This almost impossible release. All of the build up is for this, and it is entirely worth it.

CADAMI released me from my bonds and I fell into Goddess's arms. I kissed her deeply, not caring that her face was covered with my own cum. I was in complete bliss.

"I'm very proud of both of you," CADAMI said. "You've both endured a lot these past few months. I think you have earned some special privileges. You both get 14 days off from chastity and denial, with today being day one. Fuck and cum as much as you want for the next two weeks!

"Don't get too used to it, though. Once we start back up again, we're going to take your training to a whole new level."

I was so lost in my post-cum haze that I barely registered it. It wouldn't be until later that CADAMI's last proclamation would hit me and I would start to feel very nervous about what that meant.

A follow up to my previous story. This time my ex-girlfriend Kylie wants to see me suck cock in order to earn release, but only after I find myself in an uncomfortable situation at a bachelor party. This story is part of my latest collection, available on Kindle. The final part of my adventures with Kylie will be posted in a week or so.

I didn’t hear from Kylie for almost two weeks and when she did it was just a quick check in. I asked her about a new task to be unlocked again and she just said ‘not yet’ and stopped replying.

A week or so after that, it was a friend’s twenty-first birthday and he had a big day planned. I hadn’t had a chance to think about it between work and my predicament. Being caged with little contact and no idea when I would be unlocked was a new level of intensity for me - it had stopped feeling like a game and started taking over my whole being. It made me constantly horny and submissive, craving any stimulation whatsoever. I wore panties everyday and used my largest dildo on myself in my free evenings, not because I had been told to but because I craved it.

When the birthday night out came around, I was little more than a quivering wreck. I’d managed a caged orgasm from anal play a few days before but it had made things worse, rather than better. I almost cancelled, but instead decided I would power on through. I showered, groomed and put on a decent outfit, including wearing boxers for the first time in weeks and headed out to meet the others.

We had a few drinks and some food and moved onto a small nightclub. There was a lot of laughter and banter and I got quite tipsy, which helped me forget about the cage. We headed on from the club, but I’d missed the conversation to decide where we were going and just followed along with everyone else until we stood outside the blackedout front of a strip club. I was hesitant, but everyone else was keen so I piled in with them, paid at the door and grabbed a drink from the bar.

I tried to keep myself to myself as the girls were moving around trying to encourage men to buy private dances. Their skimpy outfits were divine and I could feel myself leaking non stop in my cage, especially whenever any of them came to speak to me.

I turned down offers to buy dances a couple of times, but there was one girl that I couldn’t take my eyes off. Slim and pale with jet black hair, with a dyed red streak; she wore fishnets stockings, garters, some black laced panties and a very sexy black and red corset. She had some tattoos and piercings and was very much the type of girl I liked. I watched her from a distance as she spoke with various patrons, including Dan, one of my closest friends.

 Shortly after speaking with him, she meandered her way across the bar towards me with a sultry smile on her face. She didn’t say anything, she just took me by the hand and smiled, leading me towards the private area.
‘Umm, I’m not buying a dance,’ I stammered.

‘It’s okay,’ she replied. ‘It’s paid for.’ Her voice was incredibly sexy and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. If she’d not been holding my hand, I would have been shaking. ‘Your friend said it’s a thank you for all the times you’ve been his wingman.’

I tried to protest, but she put her fingers to my lips and led me through a curtain into a private booth, where she sat me down and set some music.

She danced in front of me, swaying her perfect hips, bending over seductively and giving me sultry looks while I just sat leaking in my cage, wave after wave of precum was trickling into my boxers in a torrent, turning them into a sticky mess.

She climbed on top of me, straddling me and thrust her perfect body backwards and forwards. She slowly unclipped the corset and pressed her incredible breasts into my face as she swayed to the rock-metal anthem in the background. She ran her hands down my jean clad thighs as she stood back up and moved seductively around the small floor area in the booth. I trembled and gasped, she hooked her thumbs into her panties, lowered them slightly and raised them. She turned the other way, bent over in a dramatic fashion, the perfect curves of her ass adding to both my delight and discomfort. She stood and slowly lowered her black lace knickers to the floor, flicking them up onto my lap with a skillful kick.

She turned around and climbed back on top of me, her perfectly trimmed pussy inches from me - her gorgeous body pressed gently against me. She put her hands on the wall behind me and swayed backwards and forwards and side to side. The heady smells of her pussy, her perfume and her perspiration filled my head and I felt like I was going to faint.

She picked up the panties from my lap and gently pressed them into my face, stuffing them into my open mouth with a smile before giving me a kiss on the cheek and standing up.
‘You can keep them,’ she said with a wink before she scooped up her corset and disappeared through the curtain and presumably into the backstage area.

I sat there for a long moment recouperating, pressed the panties into my pocket and headed back to the bar, bracing myself for the inevitable banter that would be coming my way.

*        *        *

I called Kylie the next day and told her all about it. She laughed incessantly.
‘Imagine if she had known!’ she said, ‘Imagine if she had known about your little cock in your little cage.’

I asked for release, she denied me.
‘This is too funny!’ she said. ‘I can’t wait to tell Cat and Becky.’
‘What do I need to do for a release?’ I asked.
‘Oh, this one is easy,’ she said. ‘You just need to take some pictures.’
'I breathed a sigh of relief. ‘What of?’ I asked.
‘Well, you know how much I like big dicks? I want a picture of you with a big dick in your mouth. Then I want a picture of you with cum on your face. Only then will I unlock you.’

*        *        *

Kylie thought she was issuing me with a difficult challenge, but I was well aware of how I could achieve this task. Before she took control of me again, I’d hooked up with this guy a couple of times to give him blowjobs. He was seriously packing and had always been keen to get sucked off - so I dropped him a message that evening about hanging out and he told me he was free the following night after work and I could go round for a smoke and blow him.

The problem was, this guy was a bit of a dick and really got off on humiliation. I knew that the flat cage and telling him about being locked up by my ex would really get him going and it certainly did. We smoked a joint together while I told him my latest adventures. He insisted on seeing the cage and laughed and called me a ‘sissy bitch’ and ‘pathetic’ a few times before getting his cock out.

He sat back on the chair and had me kneel before his legs. I gave him my phone so he could take some pictures and videos for Kylie. I went to take hold of his cock but he pushed me away.
‘Beg for it,’ he said, holding up the camera.
‘Please let me suck your big cock,’ I pleaded.
‘You can do better than that.’
‘Please daddy! Please, I need to suck it, please!’
He laughed and gave me a nod.

I wrapped a hand around his huge shaft and began licking the head. I heard the click as he took a photo, I took him in my mouth and sucked on the head, taking as much in as I could, massaging with my tongue. He let out a soft, long moan as I hit the right spot and I felt him grow even harder inside my mouth.

‘Who is Kylie?’ he interrupted after a couple of minutes.
I removed his cock from my mouth, ‘My ex,’ I told him before turning my attention to his balls, which I licked and sucked on.
‘She’s sending you a video call.’
‘Mmmm?’

‘Hi, who is this?’ I heard Kylie’s voice out of my phone speaker.
‘I’m Ben,’ he replied. ‘I’ve got your ex licking my balls right now.’
Kylie laughed.

I glanced up and saw Ben pointing the camera right at me, I smiled, ran my tongue up his shaft and took his head in my mouth, stroking slowly with my big hand, getting him as sloppy as I could.
‘Wow,’ Kylie said, ‘Looks like he is doing a good job.’
Ben chuckled, ‘Yeah, he’s a good little bitch.’
‘Oh I know.’

Although I could feel the precum oozing from me,  I concentrated all of my attention on Ben’s cock, I worked it good, letting him slide down my throat as much as I could, using my tongue on his glans, licking his head while I stroked, feeling his precum mix with my saliva - all with Kylie watching on video.

Ben and Kylie exchanged comments from time to time, it was clear Kylie was masturbating while watching and Ben seemed to be enjoying that, though I had no idea how much she showed him.
‘I’m going to cum soon,’ he told her after a while. ‘Where do you want me to do it?’
Kylie made a thoughtful sound, ‘I think he deserves a facial, and then you can make him walk home with your cum all over him.’

Ben laughed, stood up over me while I knelt beneath him with my tongue out.
He stroked himself past the edge and sprayed me with his thick, hot cum. His first squirt hit me on the forehead and on my glasses, the second on my cheek and lips, the third and fourth straight into my mouth and the final dribble landed on my t-shirt.

He let Kylie get a good look at me, still kneeling and covered in cum. They both laughed, he sat back down and handed me my phone.
‘Off you go,’ he said, ‘I’ll call you next time I need target practice.’
I stood to my feet, cum dripping onto my lips, down my chin and onto my already messy top.
‘I want to see you do your cum walk,’ Kylie said, still on the video call.

I walked out of Ben’s flat, down the corridor and stairs and onto the street, Kylie chuckling and cheering to herself, my face sticky and my top now covered in the cum that was dripping onto it. I walked past a group of students outside a shop, who gasped and laughed, much to Kylie’s enjoyment.

‘Good boy,’ she told me. ‘You did well and I will come over tomorrow for your release,’ before she left me to complete my walk of shame alone.

 *        *        *

Kylie’s visit was delayed by a couple of days, which only added to my woes. When she came over, she was dressed up ready for a night out.
‘I’ve not got long, I’m supposed to be on my way to meet the girls.’

I stripped, let her unlock me and knelt in front of her, expecting to cum on her feet again.
‘Oh no,’ she said. ‘I want to see you get another facial.’
She made me lay down on the floor, with my back against the sofa and my legs in the air - so that my cock was over my face.
‘Off you go,’ she said.

It took me a while to get hard enough to jerk effectively, due to the effects of the cage and my humiliating position, but before long I was in a nice rhythm, with Kylie offering words of encouragement.
She glanced at her watch. ‘I’ve got to go in a minute, if you can’t cum soon I’ll have to lock you back up.’
I sped up and within a few seconds began spraying cum into my hair, face and chest.

Kylie laughed and clapped her hands, as I collapsed to one side.
‘Well, that will get my night off to a good start,’ she said as she locked me back up.
I looked up at her sheepishly. ‘When will I get unlocked again?’
‘I’m not sure. I’ll have to think of your next task. I might ask Becky and Cat if they have any ideas.

This story contains SPH & Chastity

Evan had been in love with Maya for almost three years.

He had never actually told her.

He didn’t need to.

It was there in the way he answered every call, remembered exactly how she took her coffee, drove across town whenever she needed help, and somehow found birthday gifts based on things she had casually mentioned months earlier.

Maya called him sweet.

Evan had grown to hate that word.

Sweet. Reliable. Such a good guy.

Exactly the kind of man women claimed they wanted while Maya continued dating men who seemed specifically designed to frustrate him.

They were louder than Evan. More confident. The kind of men who could meet Maya at a bar and have a hand around her waist twenty minutes later without looking remotely nervous about it.

Evan was the one who listened afterward.

He brought coffee after breakups. Helped assemble furniture. Reminded her she deserved better whenever one of those men treated her badly.

Then another cocky asshole would make her laugh across a crowded room, and Evan would find himself exactly where he had always been.

Her friend.

Maya was almost unfairly attractive. Outgoing, naturally flirtatious and completely comfortable with attention. She hugged people when she greeted them, touched their arms when she laughed, and seemed capable of walking into a party knowing nobody and leaving with three new invitations.

Evan rehearsed text messages before sending them.

Which was why he assumed she was joking when she announced one evening:

“I found you a girl.”

They were eating takeout on Maya’s couch.

“I don’t need you finding me a girl.”

“Yes, you do.”

She smiled.

“Tessa.”

Evan knew Tessa.

Tall, blonde and intimidatingly pretty. Long legs, bright blue eyes, an athletic figure and the kind of confidence that made it seem perfectly natural when every man in the room noticed her.

Evan had barely managed a coherent conversation the two times they had met.

“No.”

“She asked about you.”

That got his attention.

“What?”

“She thinks you’re cute.”

Cute.

Of course.

“And she’s tired of dating assholes,” Maya continued. “She said she wants to try somebody nice.”

“So I’m a rehabilitation program?”

Maya laughed.

“I told her you’re kind, dependable, funny once you relax, and you’d actually treat her well.”

“You gave me a reference?”

“Basically.”

She grinned.

“I also told her you’d probably bring flowers.”

“I haven’t even agreed.”

“You absolutely would bring flowers.”

Annoyingly, she knew him too well.

“Fine. One date.”

Maya was already reaching for her phone.

---

Evan brought flowers.

Of course he did.

Not roses. Roses felt desperate.

A smaller arrangement that he hoped communicated thoughtful without communicating I’ve already imagined our wedding.

Tessa looked even better than he remembered.

She wore a fitted summer dress that showed off long tanned legs and hugged her waist before falling loosely over her hips. Her blonde hair was down in soft waves, and there was something effortless about the way she carried herself.

She looked like a woman accustomed to being wanted.

When Evan handed her the flowers, her face brightened.

“Oh my God. Maya was right.”

His heart sank slightly.

“She said you’d bring flowers.”

Then she smiled.

“That’s really sweet.”

There was that word again.

Still, dinner went surprisingly well.

Tessa was warm and animated. She told him stories about terrible dates, laughed easily, and reached across the table more than once to touch his forearm when something amused her.

Evan paid despite her offering to split it.

Afterward they walked for almost an hour.

By the time they reached her building, he had started to wonder if Maya had actually been right.

Maybe this could work.

Tessa stopped near the entrance.

“I had fun.”

“Me too.”

Evan was still calculating whether he should kiss her when she smiled.

“You think way too much.”

Then she kissed him.

His brain stopped working.

She smelled faintly sweet. Her hand settled comfortably against his chest, and unlike Evan, she didn’t seem nervous at all.

She kissed him again.

When she pulled back, she smiled.

“Want to come upstairs?”

He tried desperately to make his answer sound casual.

“Sure.”

---

Tessa’s apartment smelled faintly of vanilla.

She put the flowers into a vase while Evan stood near the kitchen counter wondering what to do with his hands.

“You’re nervous.”

“A little.”

Tessa smiled.

“It’s cute.”

Evan wished attractive women would stop describing him with words normally reserved for puppies.

Then she crossed the room and kissed him again.

That helped.

Tessa took the lead naturally.

Her arms circled his neck. Evan’s hands settled cautiously around her waist, feeling the curve of her body beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

She pressed herself closer.

The fact that someone who looked like Tessa actually wanted him there felt almost unreal.

When his hands hesitated, she laughed softly.

“You know you’re allowed to touch me.”

He relaxed slightly.

Maybe being the nice guy wasn’t always a consolation prize.

Then Tessa’s hand moved toward his belt.

His heart started pounding again.

She noticed.

“Relax,” she said with a little smile.

He tried.

She undid his belt, opened his pants and slowly pulled them down.

Then she looked.

Her expression changed immediately.

Her eyes widened.

There was a brief silence.

Then a small giggle escaped her.

Evan stared at her, completely confused.

“What?”

Tessa covered her mouth, trying to stop herself.

“What is it?”

Another tiny laugh slipped out.

Evan’s face began to heat.

“Tessa, what?”

She looked down again, then back at him.

Her voice was surprisingly calm.

“It’s tiny.”

And then she giggled again.

For a second Evan just stared at her.

The words didn’t even register properly.

“What?”

Tessa immediately looked guilty, but she was still fighting the smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“Tiny?”

She bit her lip and nodded with another laugh

“yeah...”

Evan glanced down at himself as if there had somehow been a mistake.

There wasn’t.

He was completely hard.

A little over four inches.

Knowing she was seeing him at his absolute largest made the humiliation hit all at once.

His face went scarlet.

Tessa saw it and immediately softened.

“Awe.. Evan... I’m sorry.”

He reached for his pants.

“I didn’t mean to laugh,” she said. “I was just surprised.”

That somehow made it worse.

Surprised.

She hadn’t decided to embarrass him.

She hadn’t made some cruel joke.

She had simply looked down and reacted before she could stop herself.

Evan hurried to pull his clothes back into place.

Tessa touched his arm.

“Hey.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t. I embarrassed you.”

He couldn’t look at her.

She seemed desperate to find something reassuring to say.

“I really did have a good time tonight.”

There it was.

The sentence people used right before ending something.

Evan nodded.

“Yeah.”

Tessa gave him an apologetic smile.

“I think maybe we should stop here tonight.”

He swallowed.

“Okay.”

“I’m really sorry.”

He nodded and headed toward the door.

The flowers were still sitting in their vase on her kitchen counter.

That was the detail that stayed with him.

He had bought her flowers. Paid for dinner. Tried to be thoughtful, respectful, funny, everything women supposedly complained they couldn’t find.

And in the end, all it had taken was Tessa looking down and calmly saying two words.

It’s tiny.

---

At 12:17 a.m., Evan sent her one message.

Please don’t tell Maya.

By morning it had been read.

There was no reply.

---

Maya knocked shortly after noon.

She almost never knocked.

That was the first thing that worried him.

The second was her expression when he opened the door.

She was carrying two iced coffees and dressed for the summer heat in tiny denim shorts and a loose white tank top.

No bra.

Evan noticed immediately.

Of course he did.

The thin fabric followed the shape of her breasts, and the cool air inside his apartment made the outlines beneath it impossible not to notice.

He forced his eyes back to her face.

Of all the days for Maya to show up looking like that.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

She held up his coffee.

“Brought your usual.”

“Thanks.”

He stepped aside.

Maya kicked off her sandals and walked inside like she had a hundred times before.

“You look exhausted.”

“Didn’t sleep much.”

She handed him the coffee.

For the first few minutes they talked about nothing important.

The heat.

Traffic.

Something stupid one of their friends had posted online.

Maya leaned against the kitchen counter while she talked, and Evan found himself making a conscious effort not to let his eyes drift downward.

Normally being around her dressed like that would have been distracting enough.

Today it felt almost cruel.

Eventually Maya looked down at her drink.

“So… Tessa called me this morning.”

Evan went still.

There it was.

“She told you.”

“Yeah.”

He looked away.

“I asked her not to.”

“I know.”

His head lifted.

“You know?”

“She told me about the message too.”

“Jesus.”

“I’m sorry.”

Maya didn’t rush to fill the silence.

Eventually Evan asked:

“What exactly did she tell you?”

Maya’s expression softened.

“Do you really want me to say it?”

“I want to know what she told you.”

She hesitated.

“She said the date actually went really well.”

Evan gave a short, humourless laugh.

“Until it didn’t.”

Maya nodded.

“She said you went back to her place and things started getting physical.”

His face warmed.

“And?”

“She said she opened your pants.”

Evan stared down at his coffee.

Maya continued carefully.

“And when she saw you, she was surprised.”

“What exactly did she say?”

“Evan, are yoy sure you want to know?”

“What did she say?”

Maya took a breath.

“She said you were really small.”

He closed his eyes.

“How small?”

“Do you really need me to—”

“Yes.”

Another hesitation.

“She said very tiny.”

The same word.

Coming from Maya somehow made it worse.

“She said she giggled before she could stop herself.”

Evan’s face burned.

Maya looked genuinely uncomfortable having to tell him.

“She said you looked confused and kept asking what was wrong. Then she told you…”

“She said she realized she’d embarrassed you. She apologized and told you she’d had a good time.”

Evan laughed once.

“Oh, Evan.”

“Don’t.”

She shifted closer and put a hand on his forearm.

“I’m not laughing.”

“I know.”

“I’m just sorry.”

Her thumb moved once across his skin without her seeming to think about it.

“That must have been incredibly embarrassing.”

The word landed hard.

Embarrassing.

Maya understood exactly what had happened without him having to describe any of it himself.

He wanted to pull away.

He also wanted her hand to stay exactly where it was.

Then Maya hesitated.

“There’s one more thing.”

His stomach tightened.

“What?”

“Tessa told some of the girls this morning.”

Evan slowly looked at her.

“What do you mean, some of the girls?”

“The girls who were there.”

“All your friends?”

Maya nodded.

He sat down.

“What exactly did she tell them?”

“Basically what she told me.”

“And?”

Maya’s expression became firm.

“I’m not repeating the rest.”

“There were jokes?"

Her silence answered for her.

“Oh my God.”

Maya sat beside him.

Their shoulders touched.

Her bare thigh rested only inches from his.

She put a hand on his knee.

“I told them to stop, i defended you.”

That image somehow made everything worse.

Maya sitting among a group of attractive women defending him while they laughed about something he had desperately wanted kept private.

He covered his face.

“I specifically asked her not to tell you.”

“I know.”

“And now all of you know.”

“I know.”

Her hand squeezed his knee gently.

“I’m sorry.”

Evan lowered his hands.

“How much was she exaggerating?”

Maya frowned.

“What?”

“You heard what she said.”

“I have no idea.”

“She probably made it sound worse.”

“Maybe.”

He studied her.

“You don’t sound convinced.”

Maya hesitated.

Then, carefully:

“Can I see it?”

His head snapped toward her.

“What?”

She immediately raised one hand.

“I know how that sounds.”

“No, I really don’t think you do.”

“If she exaggerated, I can honestly tell them.”

“No.”

“Evan.”

She gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s me.”

Exactly.

That was the problem.

It was Maya.

The woman he had wanted for years.

The woman sitting beside him in tiny shorts and a thin white shirt he had already caught himself staring through more than once.

And now she wanted to see for herself whether another woman had exaggerated about how small he was.

“You trust me.”

He did.

Unfortunately.

“I promise I won’t laugh.”

Evan stared at her.

“You’ll actually tell them if she exaggerated?”

“Of course.”

That tiny possibility got him.

Maybe Maya could fix at least one part of this.

“Fine.”

His fingers felt clumsy as he slowly undid his pants.

Maya turned her head politely.

“Tell me when.”

Several agonizing seconds later:

“Okay.”

She looked.

Her eyes dropped.

And stopped.

For half a second her expression betrayed her completely.

Raised eyebrows.

Pressed lips.

A tiny breath caught in her throat.

Evan went hot from head to toe.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

“I’m not.”

“You almost did.”

“I know.”

She immediately touched his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

Then Maya looked again.

Not a quick glance this time.

She actually studied him for a moment, as though trying to objectively compare what she was seeing with whatever Tessa had told her.

Evan had never felt more exposed.

Finally Maya exhaled quietly.

“Okay.”

“What?”

Her expression softened.

“Oh, Evan.”

Somehow those two words were worse than laughter.

“What?”

She squeezed his arm.

Her voice became very gentle.

“Im so sorry, it is very tiny.”

He closed his eyes.

“Fantastic.”

“No. Hey.”

Maya leaned slightly closer.

“I’m not saying that to make fun of you.”

He quickly covered himself.

“Tessa wasn’t exaggerating. I was surprised too.”

That hurt.

Maya saw it instantly.

“Oh, honey.”

He looked away.

“No, listen to me.”

Her hand moved from his arm to his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault.”

He reluctantly looked at her.

“You didn’t choose it. There’s nothing you did wrong.”

She was completely sincere.

“And the right girl won’t care.”

Evan gave her a doubtful look.

“I mean it.”

Maya rubbed his shoulder.

“The right girl will like you enough that your size won’t decide whether she wants you.”

“She’ll notice.”

Maya paused.

“Well… yes.”

Another little cut delivered with absolute kindness.

“She might even be surprised.”

Evan gave her a look.

“I was.”

“Maya.”

“I’m being honest.”

She smiled apologetically.

“But surprise isn’t the same as making you feel ashamed.”

Her hand stayed on him.

“The right girl won’t laugh at your size.”

Evan fixed his clothes as quickly as possible.

Maya waited.

Then, when he was finished, she pulled him into a hug.

Her arms wrapped tightly around him.

The thin fabric of her top did almost nothing to disguise the warmth and softness of her body against his.

His heart pounded.

Maya simply held him.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

The woman he had wanted for nearly three years was pressed against him, comforting him because she had personally confirmed that the most humiliating thing Tessa had said about him was true.

And despite everything, he didn’t want Maya to let go.

When she finally pulled back, she looked him directly in the eyes.

“This doesn’t change anything between us.”

For half a second he felt relief.

“You’re still my friend”

Then she smiled.

Of course.

Friend.

The word landed almost as hard as tiny had.

“I have to go for a while,” Maya said. “But I’ll come back later.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.”

She kissed his cheek.

“I want to.”

---

Maya returned that evening carrying a small shopping bag.

Evan looked at it immediately.

“That seems ominous.”

She smiled faintly.

“Maybe hear me out first.”

She sat beside him on the couch, close enough that their legs touched.

“I kept thinking about what happened.”

Evan looked away.

“I hated hearing the girls talk about you like that, making fun of you.”

Maya rested a hand lightly on his thigh.

“And I kept thinking about you going home last night after Tessa laughed at your penis.”

He said nothing.

“I don’t want that happening again.”

“How exactly are you planning to prevent it?”

Maya reached into the bag.

“I bought you something.”

She removed a small box.

Then opened it.

Inside was a compact plastic chastity cage.

Evan stared.

Then looked at her.

“You’re serious.”

“Completely.”

She lifted it carefully between her fingers.

The device was very small.

Evan’s face heated instantly.

“That thing is tiny.”

Maya looked down at it.

Then back at him.

“I picked the size carefully.”

His stomach tightened.

“After seeing you this afternoon, I knew this one would fit well.”

Evan covered his face.

“Oh my God.”

Maya immediately rubbed his shoulder.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you.”

Somehow that made it worse.

She gave him a sympathetic little smile.

“I want it to fit properly.”

Evan stared at the small cage in her hand.

The fact that Maya had spent part of her afternoon comparing sizes while thinking specifically about his body was almost impossible to process.

“What exactly is the plan?”

Maya placed the cage into his palm.

“The plan is that I keep you safe from another Tessa.”

He looked up.

Maya was completely serious.

“I meant what I told you earlier. The right girl won’t care that you’re small. But until we find her, I don’t want another woman getting you into bed, seeing you and making you feel ashamed, laughing at you and telling people.”

She closed his fingers around the cage.

“If you wear this, nobody gets that far unless we already know she’s someone you can trust, who wont mock you”

“We?”

“Yes.”

There was no teasing in her voice.

“I’m helping.”

“And you keep the key.”

Maya nodded.

“For how long?”

“Until there’s somebody I trust enough to know she’ll treat you properly.”

The word I landed harder than it should have.

Maya choosing.

Maya knowing exactly what he looked like.

Maya deciding which woman was safe.

Maya holding the key.

It wasn’t remotely the intimacy Evan had imagined having with her.

But it was intimacy.

Maya had inserted herself directly into the most private part of his life.

“I’d obviously let you out sometimes, to take care of your self,” she said matter-of-factly.

His face warmed.

Maya noticed.

This time she didn’t tease him.

“But otherwise I keep the key. And if some pretty girl starts paying attention to you, you tell me first and ill talk to her.”

Evan stared at her.

“You’re making me sound completely incapable of making my own decisions.”

“No.”

She smiled gently.

“I’m saying you trust people too easily when you want them to like you.”

That was annoyingly difficult to argue with.

“I don’t want you taking this off just because somebody gives you attention and then ending up right back where you were last night.”

Evan looked down at the cage.

“This is incredibly humiliating.”

“I know.”

Maya squeezed his hand.

“But last night was worse.”

He couldn’t argue with that either.

Then she held his gaze.

“Will you wear it for me?”

For me.

Two words.

That was all it took.

“Okay.”

Maya looked almost relieved.

“Yeah?”

He nodded.

She hugged him immediately.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

His chest tightened.

It would almost have been easier if she were laughing.

Instead, she genuinely cared.

She pulled back and picked up the cage.

“I watched a couple videos earlier so I’d know how this works.”

Evan stared at her.

“You researched this?”

“Of course.”

She looked genuinely puzzled that he found that surprising.

“I wasn’t going to buy something and have no idea how to use it.”

Another wave of embarrassment rolled through him.

Maya had spent part of her afternoon researching chastity cages.

For him.

Comparing sizes.

Learning how they were fitted.

Thinking about what would fit his body.

Then rejecting the larger option after seeing him herself.

Maya glanced toward the kitchen.

“Actually, grab me some ice.”

Evan frowned.

“Ice?”

“Apparently guys sometimes get aroused when somebody is trying to put one of these on.”

His face heated immediately.

Maya gave him a sympathetic little smile.

“The guide said that can make fitting it difficult. They recommended cooling things down first.”

Evan stared at her.

“You really researched this.”

“I told you I did.”

A few minutes later he returned with a small bag of ice wrapped in a thin kitchen towel.

Maya took it from him.

“Come here.”

He reluctantly moved closer.

Once again she was completely matter-of-fact about something Evan could barely believe was happening.

Maya carefully held the cold pack against him.

The chill made him tense immediately.

“Cold?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry.”

She smiled apologetically.

“That’s sort of the point.”

The effect was fast.

Any reaction his body might have had to Maya being this close disappeared under the cold, leaving him soft and contracted.

When Maya finally removed the pack, Evan made the mistake of looking down.

Barely more than an inch.

Small.

Soft.

Completely exposed in front of the woman he had wanted for years.

His stomach tightened.

He had never felt so vulnerable.

Tessa seeing him fully aroused had been humiliating in one way.

This was different.

Maya was seeing him at the opposite extreme, soft, cold and reduced to almost nothing, and there was nowhere to hide from the contrast.

Maya looked too.

Not mockingly.

Just assessing.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “That worked.”

Evan immediately wanted to cover himself.

Maya caught his wrist gently.

“Hey.”

He looked at her.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.”

Easy for her to say.

She was sitting inches away looking at what appeared to Evan to be barely over an inch of himself while holding a cage she had specifically chosen because it was small enough to contain him.

Maya picked up the device.

“I think this will be much easier now.”

That sentence went straight through him.

He let her continue.

She worked carefully, her attention entirely on making sure she wasn’t pinching or hurting him.

For Maya, it seemed almost clinical.

For Evan, every small touch felt enormous.

He had imagined her hands on him countless times.

Never like this.

Never while he was completely soft and exposed, waiting for her to place something around him that only she would control.

His breathing changed.

Maya immediately looked up.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

“Too cold still?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

She returned her attention to what she was doing.

“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was Maya’s fingers touching him at all.

A moment later the cage settled into place.

With humiliating ease.

Maya paused.

She checked the fit carefully.

Evan knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were going to.”

Her mouth twitched, but she didn’t laugh.

“I was actually going to say I’m glad I got the smaller size.”

Evan closed his eyes.

“That’s worse.”

“Why?”

She genuinely didn’t understand.

“I was worried it might be too tight.”

Maya checked it again.

“But it looks like there’s plenty of room for you when you’re soft.”

Evan felt his face burning.

She glanced up and immediately softened.

“Evan, that’s a good thing. I wanted it to fit properly.”

He nodded, unable to think of anything useful to say.

Maya picked up the tiny lock.

“Ready?”

Not remotely.

He nodded anyway.

Click.

The sound seemed impossibly loud.

Maya gave the cage one final careful inspection, then sat back.

Her expression wasn’t amused.

It was relieved.

“There.”

She smiled.

“Nice and safe.”

Evan looked down.

A few minutes earlier he had been completely exposed to her, soft and barely over an inch.

Now even that was hidden inside something Maya had selected, fitted and locked herself.

She held up the tiny key.

And somehow that made him feel even more vulnerable.

Maya slipped it into her purse.

“I’ll keep this somewhere safe.”

He swallowed.

“Okay.”

“If you meet somebody you’re interested in, you tell me first.”

“And then?”

“I will talk to her, then we decide whether she will be safe with you, and wont make fun of you. ”

There was nothing mocking in her voice.

That made it land much harder.

Maya touched his cheek.

“You’re too sweet to let girls hurt you.”

There was that word again.

Except now his closest friend had him locked in a cage while calling him sweet.

The humiliation should have made him angry.

Instead, all he could think about was the fact that Maya cared enough to involve herself.

A few minutes later she glanced at the time.

“Oh. I need to get going.”

“Where?”

“Dinner.”

Evan looked at her.

“A date?”

“Yeah.”

She said it as casually as if she were going to the grocery store.

Jealousy appeared immediately.

Not because Maya was trying to provoke him.

She wasn’t.

That was what made it worse.

Her dating life simply existed.

Men wanted her.

She wanted some of them back.

And meanwhile Evan was sitting on the couch newly locked in a tiny cage by the woman he had spent three years wishing would choose him.

Maya noticed the change in his expression.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

He nodded.

She accepted that.

At the door she reached into her purse, then stopped.

“I don’t actually want this loose in here.”

She pulled out the key.

Evan watched as Maya unclasped the simple necklace around her neck and threaded the tiny key onto it.

She fastened the chain again.

The key settled against her chest.

“There.”

She looked down briefly.

“I definitely won’t lose it now.”

Then she started checking her purse for her wallet.

That was it.

No teasing.

No suggestive smile.

To Maya it was simply the safest place to keep something important.

To Evan, seeing the key to his cage resting against the chest he had fantasized about for years was almost impossible to look away from.

Maya caught him staring.

He immediately looked at her face.

She seemed to assume he was looking at the key.

“Don’t worry. It’s safe.”

“Right.”

She smiled.

Then stepped toward him.

“Come here.”

Before he could react, Maya wrapped both arms around him.

It wasn’t one of her quick goodbye hugs.

She embraced him properly.

Warm.

Close.

Reassuring.

Evan’s arms circled her almost automatically.

And immediately he became painfully aware of everything.

Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest through the thin fabric of her top.

Her body fitted against his.

Her cheek rested beside his.

Her perfume filled his breathing.

For Maya, it was affection.

Comfort.

A friend making sure somebody she cared about knew he wasn’t alone.

For Evan, it was torture.

His body reacted before he could stop it.

The tiny cage allowed almost nothing.

He felt himself strain helplessly against the rigid enclosure, the pressure immediate and frustrating.

There was nowhere for the reaction to go.

No way to shift comfortably.

No relief.

Just Maya holding him closer while his body pushed uselessly against the thing she had personally locked around him.

Evan closed his eyes.

It was almost absurd.

For years he had imagined finally having Maya pressed against him exactly like this.

Now it was happening.

Her breasts were against his chest.

Her arms were wrapped around him.

His face was beside her hair.

And he was locked tightly away because she had decided he needed protecting.

Maya rubbed his back.

“You’re going to be okay.”

That nearly made it worse.

He held her a little tighter.

She didn’t know what the hug was doing to him.

Or perhaps she simply had no reason to think about it.

Why would she?

To Maya, Evan was her sweet friend.

The person she wanted to protect.

Not the man she was getting dressed up to meet for dinner.

When she finally pulled away, the sudden loss of her body against his almost hurt.

Maya smiled up at him.

“Better?”

Not remotely.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

She kissed his cheek.

“You’re a good guy, Evan. Nothing about yesterday changes that.”

“Thanks.”

She touched the key at her chest almost absentmindedly.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Then she left.

The door closed behind her.

Evan stood there for several seconds without moving.

The pressure in the cage was still painfully obvious.

So was the memory of Maya’s breasts pressed against him.

He could still smell her perfume.

And somewhere between the humiliation, frustration and jealousy was something he didn’t particularly want to examine.

Maya had chosen the cage.

Maya had fitted it.

Maya had locked it.

Maya had his key resting against her chest.

She had promised to protect him until they found the right girl.

And now she was out living the effortless dating life Evan had always watched from the sidelines.

He looked down at himself.

Humiliated.

Frustrated.

Protected.

Completely friend-zoned.

And somehow more emotionally tangled up with Maya than he had been before any of this started.

We got back to my apartment. When I stepped inside and reached to turn the lights on, Lily's hand reached out to stop me. Taking my other hand and interlacing her fingers with mine, she pressed me back against the wall, holding my hands above my head. She had on heels- if I hadn't noticed in the bar, I noticed now- and they were nothing flashy or extravagant, she didn't tower over me or anything like that, but they were just a nice black pair that went well with her stockings, and they made quiet clicking sounds on the hallway's wood floor. Once she had me against the wall and made it clear that I shouldn't move, she kissed me softly on the mouth, once. One of her stockinged thighs pressed warmly against the front of my jeans, against the cage. Combined with the kiss, it felt so good but also so frustrating that I groaned out loud, which caused her to smile in the darkness.

"Can I see it now?" she asked, abruptly breaking away from me and reaching for the lamp.

"Of...of course", I said, beginning to follow her over to my couch. The area was within the illumination of the lamp, though much of my familiar apartment was still in shadows. After two steps, however, I felt dizzy and had to reach out a hand to the wall to steady myself.

She was already perched on the couch, but looked over at me with what seemed to be genuine concern. "Chris", she asked, "are you okay?"

I tried to compose myself, taking a few deep breaths before stepping away from the wall. "I'm fine", I said. "It's just...you're really doing a number on me."

She smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

I made my way to the middle of the floor and began to fiddle with my belt.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa", she laughed, holding up a hand. She was sitting back against the couch, legs crossed. "Someone's eager. Shirt first, Chris. Take it slow, remember? Just like the bases?"

I still wasn't able to stop my hands from trembling; but as I slowly began to unbutton my shirt, I felt grateful that I'd been running a little recently, doing a few push-ups here and there. I certainly wouldn't be mistaken for a male model, but I felt my chest was presentable enough. As I removed my blue dress shirt, I tossed it on the floor to the side.

"No no", she said quietly, wagging her finger. "Fold it, Chris. You don't want it to get all wrinkled."

I bent down, certain that the real reason was not tidiness in itself but that she wanted to see me obey. I realized that I enjoyed doing so.

"Attaboy", she whispered.

I stood up, still unable to stop the trembling, and removed my belt with as much deliberation as I could manage, then slowly unbuttoned my pants. She had just been touching me, had kissed me, but now there the gulf of only a few feet between us seemed unbridgeable. There was no way I would cross it without her permission, and we both knew it. I unzipped my jeans, brought them down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then folded them carefully and placed them on top of my shirt.

"Good boy", Lily whispered. "You learn so fast."

Finally I stood there in my boxers only, though I already felt naked.

Her expression was intent, playful, filled with anticipation. Her legs were crossed and one of her feet, heels still on, was moving slowly, hypnotically (to me, anyway), from side-to-side. "Boxers, too", she said.

I took a deep breath and then finally slid my boxers down to reveal the sleek-looking blue silicon cage. She couldn't help it- she exclaimed and clapped, her face an expression of pure joy. It was the kind of cage without bars or little openings, so my penis was almost entirely covered, as well as restrained. It wasn't particularly high-tech or expensive, but it did the trick and she seemed to like it. For what felt like at least a minute, at any rate, she stared at it with something like wonder. Her voice was soft, almost awed. "That's so beautiful, Chris. And you can't...you know, orgasm inside of it or anything like that?"

Her reaction was having a powerful effect on me, and it was all I could do to answer in coherent words. I shook my head no. "No. Some guys apparently can, although I don't think it feels very good for them. But I can't."

"Yay!" She clapped again. "That's so great. Whoever designed these should get a Nobel Prize or something. Do you think it was some cute girl?"

I groaned. "Sometimes I fantasize about that."

"Come here", she responded.

Obediently, trembling harder now, I took a few steps forward.

She looked up at me, smiling wickedly. "May I?"

In reality it was a rhetorical question, but she was going to make me answer.

"Of...of course", I stammered.

And then she took the cage lightly in one hand, beginning to caress it. My penis, still mostly flaccid as a result of the cage, nevertheless throbbed and struggled for freedom, pressing against its confines. I felt one of my knees go weak. I might have whimpered as I dropped to one knee as well, but it was hard to be certain. I felt drunk.

She smiled, meeting my eyes. "Are you okay? That doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, Lily", I breathed deeply. "Not at all. It just...it just feels good. Very good." I blushed.

"Oh. How interesting. So you can still feel something through the cage?" She had put her face very close, inspecting, as if she might kiss it.

"Yes."

She smiled evilly. "Just not enough to cum."

I shook my head sadly.

"That's really too bad, isn't it?" Then she did kiss the tip of the cage, before letting it go, and I cried out again. In the blink of an eye I was pressing one hand into the carpet, trying to stop myself from humping the air. I hoped my neighbors weren't around.

"Come here", she said, patting the spot on the couch next to her, "come join me."

I tried not to seem too eager; but within seconds our bodies were intertwined, hers on top of mine, and I was kissing perhaps more passionately and intensely than I had ever known I could, showering her arms and her shoulders and her neck and her mouth with worshipful kisses. Her eyes were fluttering and (unless I'm flattering myself) the expression on her face suggested pure bliss.

It wasn't just that kissing had become more exciting than I'd ever known it to be- but everything about her, every little cute gesture of her hands, every word, every expression, was suddenly magnified by 100. Her femininity was so powerful that I could barely stand it.

It was a curious feeling to be so close to her with the cage on, both intensifying my frustration and at the same time (or so it seemed) ameliorating it slightly. I almost let myself get completely lost in the feeling, and convinced myself that it was nothing but pure bliss for me as well...but at the same time, I was conscious of her legs on top of mine, the warmth of her thighs against my cage, my inability even to get hard, and it was driving me crazy. It was hard to even know what I would want, if I did have the choice. Get the keys, or just stay like this? It was an impossible decision. Which was partly why I was glad it was hers, not mine.

"It's just such a shame we're limited to two bases", she whispered, as I kissed her neck.

She seemed to be realizing that reminding me of my imprisonment was a surefire way to prompt another groan of agony, which in turn prompted more giggles from her.

"Well, we're not really", I said.

"Oh, that's right", she replied, as if she'd forgotten. "Your keys. Your main one and your spare. They're here, aren't they?"

I nodded, once again trying not to seem too eager. "May I go get them...?"

She tilted her head back and appeared to give it some thought. But even as she did, there was a part of me that wished I hadn't brought it up, and was almost a little disappointed when she said, "Mmm-hmm. Fetch them for me."

The part of me that wasn't disappointed moved to bolt down the hallway to my bedroom.

"Uh, Chris?" she asked.

I froze. "Yes?"

She made a gesture with her fingers. "On your knees, boy. Fetch. I sure hope they're not high up on a some dresser or something like that."

They were, actually, up about four or five feet on my dresser, and I had to rise into a kneeling position and stretch my arm to reach them. Despite the part of me that was loving our chaste makeout session, I had more than sufficient motivation.

When I crawled back through the hallway to where she was waiting on the couch, legs crossed and swinging slowly side-to-side once more, I extended my hand holding both keys.

Her eyes lit up, but she didn't take them. I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at the way her stockings hugged her long legs, the point at which her skirt ended and (as far as I could tell from my POV, anyway) her legs began.

"Wait, wait", she said. There was a very cute and playful expression on her face as she appeared to improvise. The hottest thing about that, I think, was that it suggested that what she was going to tell me to do was somewhat arbitrary. That she wanted to see me obey her momentary whims.

"I want you to, um...let's see...present them to me", she said.

I got into a kneeling position in front of her, her heeled foot swinging from side to side at about the height of my chest, and I attempted to clear my throat while affecting not to stare.

"What should I...say?", I asked.

She shrugged. "Anything you like. Just something to...commemorate the occasion."

I was trembling harder than I had been at any time before, and it was genuinely difficult to get the words out. My dick straining against the cage was now a given, and a constant. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been completely soft, but nor could I get even halfway hard. I cleared my throat again and. "Um. Miss...Lily?"

"Eyes up here, Chris." She indicated her eyes. "Not on my legs. Begin again."

I nodded, clasping my hands behind my back because it seemed like the best place for them. I forced myself to meet her eyes. "Miss...Miss Lily?"

She smiled with anticipation, her foot still swinging back and forth, the heel once or twice brushing my chest. "Yes, Chris?"

"Miss." I brought my hands in front of me and used one to cup the other, which held both keys. "I hereby present to you the, um...the...keys to my pleasure."

Maintaining eye contact with me the entire time, she reached forward slowly and took them in one hand, her red nails tickling my palm. Keeping our two hands clasped, she leaned forward even more and kissed me once, just as she had near the door, softly on the mouth. Again, my whole lower body trembled like an earthquake had hit it, and for a second I thought my erection was going to burst through the cage. Red fingernails now brushed my chin, and stroked my hair. Still looking into my eyes, she said, "Thank you, sweet boy. I promise to take good care of them."

And with that she sat back, reached for her purse, dropped the keys inside, closed her purse (it sounded like something snapping shut), and tossed it in the direction of the door. She smiled widely at me and again patted the couch next to her, indicating that I should sit. "There", she said. "Now they won't distract you this whole time."

I could only imagine the look of disappointment on my face, and looking back I believe I made a sound of surprise and despair never before uttered in the annals of human history.

"But...", I began.

"So what do you want to do now? Watch a movie or something?" She smoothed her skirt with her hands, uncrossing and then re-crossing her legs, and then maintained a straight face for a few more seconds before bursting into giggles. "I mean, I guess I have a pretty good idea...but you know that's not going to happen, don't you, Chris? We don't need those keys to have fun." She patted the couch again, and I obediently moved to sit next to her.

Pushing me back into a reclining position again, she stretched herself on top of me. One of the straps of her dress came down from her shoulder, but she quickly pushed it back up. Her breasts pressed down on my ribs, and she rested her chin against my chest, smiling at me. At the same time, her legs brushed against mine. How had I ever been so mad as to think I would prefer to stay caged? Why couldn't we play with the keys?

She kissed my chin and smiled, propping herself up on my chest with her elbows and looking down at me. "You don't mind if I hold on to the keys, do you?"

"No, Lily. I mean...Miss Lily, if I can call you that?"

She grinned. "I like that."

"I...I like that you have them, Miss Lily", I admitted. "But..."

I didn't know how to finish my sentence. I didn't have an argument. But a part of me was convinced that she just didn't understand! I needed to cum!

Another part of me knew that she understood perfectly.

Eyes shining, she smiled and kissed me on the chin again, laughing at how tongue-tied I was. Then she kissed me on the nose, once. Again, I felt the warmth of her thigh against the maddening plastic of the cage. "But what, silly boy?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that. How could I express how badly I needed her? "I just...I just want you so bad right now."

"Yeah." She moved upwards to kiss my neck, with just the slightest hint of teeth, and I pressed even harder against the inside of the cage. "Yeah", she repeated quietly, kissing me and laughing. "I kinda noticed that."

I groaned. It was all I could do.

"I guess you like me", she continued.

"Understatement of the century."

She laughed. "I can't help if it's easy. You boys. All a pretty girl has to do is smile at you, and next thing you know you're handing over your precious keys..."

She sat up now, straddling me, face flushed and happy. Her hands on my chest.

"I guess there is the other base..."

"The other...?"

I was having a hard time remembering. Our conversation in the bar seemed like a lifetime ago.

"You remember. Getting to see a girl naked! Or maybe not naked, but at least in her lingerie. I actually have this pretty nice black lacy thing on tonight. That's on top. And...I don't know if you noticed, but my stockings are connected to a garter belt. It looks pretty hot, if I do say so myself..."

I felt hope run through me, and I looked up at her pleadingly. I couldn't help whimpering. "Please?"

Still straddling me, her face radiant and her brown hair splashed over her shoulders, she reached behind her, the way a woman does when she wants to unhook her bra. She echoed my pleading. "Please? Please what, Chris?"

"Please Miss Lily...please." I had never wanted anything so badly in my life. "May I please see your...your lingerie? See what's underneath your dress?"

She paused, took her hands from behind her back, leaned forward again and stretched her legs down towards mine, kissing my chest in the process. Then she adopted the same posture as before, propping herself up on her elbows, and fixed me with her gaze. It was perhaps the cutest she'd looked all night.

With her red painted nails, she brushed her brown hair out of her face and shook her head slowly. "No...no...no." She smiled. "No Chris, I don't think so. Remember what I said about the bases? I want to make you go slowly. So slowly it drives you mad. So lingerie isn't for you. My bra and panties aren't for you. Not tonight. And maybe not for many more nights! Who knows, we might even have to leave you...what was that term? Stranded on first?"

All I could do was tilt my head back and close my eyes, groaning once more, caught between pleasure and agony. She laughed so hard and so happily that I wasn't sure she was ever going to stop.

But finally, she did. "Cheer up", she said brightly, kissing me again. "You told me first base was underrated."

Read it a long time ago. Includes a guy waking up cross dressed and in a cage that produces spikes when he moves. The main does it and she leaves with the keys.

(FLR)

Her: "Did you enjoy everything tonight?"

Him: "Yes, ma'am. You were exquisite."

Her: "Should I unlock your cage now so your pathetic little pecker can come out, or did you cum already?"

Him: "Please, ma'am, may I be unlocked? I was good! I didn't cum."

Her: "Oh, I'm so proud of you, able to show some restraint this time. Not like last time when you lost control only after a few seconds of Mama's fun time."

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

Her: "I suppose you should get a reward. I would ask what you want, but you know I'm the only one who gets what they want."

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

Her: "Will you be able to last more than one or two strokes inside my used, wet pussy?"

Him: "I can try, ma'am."

Her: "You're so pitiful. I know as soon as you touch the outside of this cum-filled, used pussy, you're going to lose it."

"Were you watching everything closely? How many loads did Mama take tonight?"

Him: "You took six loads in your pussy and two loads in your mouth, ma'am."

Her: "Did you like kissing me after that real man gave me his sweet nut in my mouth?"

He mumbled something, and her eyes widened.

Her: "Don't mumble. You know it makes me mad."

"Now answer the question and speak loud and clear so I can understand you. You are already a useless sex toy. Don't make me mad after such an enjoyable night. Do you remember the last time you made me mad?"

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

Her: "And what happened?"

Him: "I was caged and locked for six months and denied orgasm for eight months, ma'am."

Her: "So don't make me mad after such a wonderful night. No more mumbling, you poor excuse of a man."

Him: "Yes, ma'am!"

Her: "Come over here and assume the position so I can unlock your cage."

He scrambled to his feet as quickly as possible to get in front of her, then knelt on the hard floor. He could feel the pain immediately as his knees touched the floor. Interlocking the fingers of both hands, he placed them behind his head. It looked like he was going to be arrested.

Her: "Good boy."

She stood in front of him, his head just above her groin. Placing a hand on the back of his head, she pushed it down to her crotch.

Her: "Do you smell that?"

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

Her: "What does it smell like?"

Him: "I smell your wonderful pussy, ma'am."

Her: "You really are stupid. No wonder your tiny prick doesn't satisfy me. How many real men came inside my pussy tonight?"

Him: "Six, ma'am."

Her: "And how many real men used my pussy?"

Him: "Eight, ma'am."

Her: "After eight real cocks stretching every inch of me, you think you smell pussy? This is a pathetic cuck's problem. You don't know the difference between fresh pussy and used pussy because all you ever smell is pussy that has been satisfied by real men."

"So no, dumbass, what you smell is cock and sperm. But you love the smell."

Him: "Yes, ma'am, I love it."

Her: "Put out your tongue!"

His eyes widened, and his mouth clamped shut, his head ever so slightly nodding in the negative.

Her: "Aaahh... You poor thing. You don't want to taste Mama?"

Him: "Please, ma'am."

Her: "So you don't want to make me happy!"

Him: "I do, ma'am, but please, not that! Again."

Her: "If you want your cage unlocked, you'll do as I say and put out your tongue. Give Mama one little lick to make me happy."

Reluctantly, his lips started to move. His tongue came out but a millimeter.

"So cute," she said, "but that won't do."

Her: "All the way out and make it as flat and broad as possible."

Again, his tongue moved from his mouth, this time only a few more inches.

She immediately grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head in and down as she started grinding her pelvis all over his face. The gagging sounds from his throat made her laugh and smile as she released his head.

Her: "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

He did not reply.

Her: "Okay, let's release that tiny thing in your panties. Stand up," she commanded.

Still with his hands interlaced behind his head, he stood up, wishing he could get something to clean his face.

As she reached down to unlock him, she first firmly grabbed his balls and locked prick and commanded, "Do not cum on the first stroke."

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

She moved the lace women's panties he was wearing to one side, revealing his manhood inside the smallest cage imaginable.

Her: "Soon you'll be in the new flat cage I bought for you, and your little useless prick will have a permanent home."

Him: "Yes, ma'am. I can't wait," as he tried to conceal his smile.

She took the key and unlocked the cage, then reached to the nightstand for some lube.

Her: "I will take everything off if you promise to last more than one or two strokes."

Him: "Yes, ma'am. I will try my hardest, ma'am."

Her: "You better, because you're dripping already."

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs open.

Her: "Maybe you changed your mind and would like to lick up all the cum leaking out of my used pussy."

He made a disgusted look with his face and started to gag just at the thought of it.

Him: "Please, ma'am, no more! Please!"

Her: "More than two strokes."

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

She put her feet on the bed and let her knees fall open, divulging her used, wet pussy leaking all the other men's cum. She could hear his breathing pick up, and she saw the excitement on his face.

Her: "Come on! Come to Mama."

Him: "Yyeeesss, mmmmaaaa'aamm."

In a low, broken whisper.

His knees touched the soft, supple sheets, followed by the cushion of the mattress. She held out her arms to welcome him. He leaned forward with his mouth heading toward hers.

She reached up and slapped his face hard.

Her: "What the fuck are you doing? Do you ever get to kiss me without permission?"

Him: "No, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am."

Her: "I know how fucking sorry you are! Tiny dick."

 

She could feel his little prick touch her inner thigh, and it felt wet.

Her: "Don't tell me you came already?"

Him: "Almost, ma'am."

"Stop!" she commanded.

As she created space between their bodies, she reached down and, with her finger, flicked the head with a hard whack.

Her: "Do not cum."

He closed his eyes as the pain shot through his groin.

Him: "No, ma'am."

She moved her hand to his hip and pulled him in closer.

Her: "Put it in before it's too late."

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

He reached down and, with only his thumb and index finger, entered her pussy.

Her: "Well, is it in? Because I can't feel your teeny weenie."

Him: "Yes, ma'am, it's in all the way."

Her: "Are you sure? Because it doesn't feel like a real man!"

Trying hard to speak, but his mind was stirring with pleasure.

Him: "Yyyeesss mmmaa'aaammm."

Her: "No!!!"

In a low, angry voice.

Then she felt his body go limp.

Her: "Not even one stroke. Not one fucking stroke. It's no wonder I have to find real men to satisfy me."

Him: "Yes, ma'am."

Her: "Shut the fuck up, you no-stroke loser."

He was trying his best to keep the smile of satisfaction hidden because he knew it would only bring more punishment.

Her: "Starting tomorrow, you are going into a flat cage."

"You're wearing one, aren't you?"

I felt something close to panic rush through me, and turned in my seat to find a woman sitting at the stool next to mine. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and was wearing a sleeveless red dress that ran to just above her knees. In the somewhat shadowy lighting of the pub, I caught a glimpse of black stockinged legs. Her nails were painted a deep red that matched her dress. I met her eyes with an expression that must have betrayed all of my panic; because as I did, she put her hand to her mouth and laughed, apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Ha-ha! I don't know what I'm saying. I mean, I don't even know you!"

There were a lot of people sitting at the tables spread throughout the cavernous beer garden, but only a few of us up here at the bar. The bartender, a nice-looking blonde-haired girl of about 30, was all the way at the other end, and no one seemed to have noticed my interaction with this mysterious stranger. But once I recovered from my surprise, I relaxed a little. "That's okay", I told her. "Have you had a few?" It was hard to tell.

The woman was still giggling at (I think) her own brazenness, and shook her head while she raised a mostly full glass of draught beer. "Not at all. I just...noticed you over at that table, and, well..."

I followed the general direction of her gesture. It was starting to make a little sense now. She'd indicated a table in the back where about twenty people were sitting around. I'd never been to a BDSM meet-up before. I'd sat down, made some small talk, felt a little awkward, and then wandered away. I'd realized that I didn't quite feel up to socializing; and besides, the Mets were playing. Up on the TV, their leadoff hitter was getting himself set in the batter's box.

"Ah", I said, nodding. Still, how did she...? I glanced down at my black jeans to reassure myself that no one could possibly tell. But I was still confused. "I didn't see you there, though," I said, still avoiding the question with which she'd started our interaction. "I think I would have noticed."

She smiled at that. "I was hiding at that other table", she said, pointing. "Waiting and watching like a creeper. Lost my nerve. But it didn't seem like you really knew anyone in the group. You were brave to go over there!"

"Oh, it was nothing really."

"But then I saw you walk over here."

I nodded, taking a sip of my Blue Moon- mostly just to give myself a second to muster the genuine courage that I suddenly felt I needed. "I guess I was just feeling a little out-of-place", I shrugged. "You're right- just about everyone over there seemed to know each other." I met her eyes- large and brown with a hint of green (or so the atmosphere of the shadows in the bar made it seem)- and forged ahead with what I needed to ask. "Ah- you can't really tell, can you...?"

"Tell?" She looked at me blankly.

"Well, you know- you asked me if I was wearing one? You can't, like...see it, right? Through my...jeans?"

Her eyes opened wide, and she smiled with what seemed like a mixture of amusement and awe, cupping her hands over her mouth again as she laughed. She just shook her head for a few seconds. She looked like she'd found a very cute but very exotic animal out in the wild. "Oh my god. You really are?"

My leg started to tremble a little, though I couldn't really say why. I felt myself blush, and took another sip of Blue Moon to try to mask it. "I guess there's no point in trying to deny it now", I chuckled.

She laughed again, at first loudly enough that a few people down the bar glanced our way, but then she got herself under control. "Nope. No point", she said, meeting my eyes. "I really don't know what came over me. And no, don't worry, I can't see..."- she glanced downwards briefly, towards my legs- "...your, uh, little secret." Now she was looking somewhere past my glass of beer. Her voice sounded far away. "I just...I don't know, I saw you walking away from that table, I knew the meet-up was for BDSM, and I guess I put two-and-two together. Something told me...that guy's locked." This last word was delivered with more emphasis but also more quietly than the rest- she seemed to have moved past amusement, to some other emotion that I couldn't quite read. More like fascination.

"Well", I said, not making eye contact and staring at her beer perhaps in much the same way she was staring at mine, "it was a good guess. What brought you to the meet-up?"

"Hmm." She seemed to smile to herself. "That's for me to know."

"And for me to find out?"

She shrugged, still smiling. "Maybe."

"You're very mysterious. Can I at least know your name?"

She extended a hand. "Lily."

"Chris, nice to meet you."

After we shook hands, she put her feet on the floor and slid her stool a little closer to mine. Then she sat back down. "Don't worry", she said, "I'm not trying to hit on you. I just...well, I know I can't see it."

I looked around. The bar wasn't crowded, but there were still people around. "Yeah, I don't quite feel like getting arrested tonight."

"You would be getting handcuffed", she pointed out.

"That's true. But not in the context I'd prefer."

She laughed, and touched my shoulder briefly. "I know I can't see it, but could I maybe...feel it? Just for a sec?" She put her hand to her face again to stifle a peal of laughter. "God, I'm such a perv."

I looked around again. No one seemed to be paying attention to us, but I suddenly felt very conspicuous. Partly perhaps because ever since Lily had moved her stool closer to mine, I'd been pressing against the cage harder than I had been all night. I took a deep breath and, in hopes of collecting myself, I glanced up at something completely non-sexual- the baseball game- except that they were between innings, and a commercial was showing a joyful nuclear family piling into a new car. Luckily, that was sufficiently deflating, for the moment. I glanced back at Lily without quite making eye contact. I thought that if I did, I might lose it again. "Sure", I said.

A few seconds later, while I stared at my half-drunk Blue Moon, I felt a red-nailed finger tap me on the front of my jeans- once, twice- and it produced a sound that (I hoped) only she and I could hear. But the hardness of the plastic was enough to convince her, and she leaned forward over the bar, stifling a sudden fit of giggles. Meanwhile, I did my best to compose myself and not give in to the sudden insane arousal I was experiencing, which- if I had abandoned my senses- could have led to my trying to hump the bar. Finally, she met my eyes with the same mixture of amusement and wonderment that I'd noticed before. "Oh my God", she said, smiling. "I love that. That's so great. That's amazing."

Just then, the bartender wandered past, noticed our drinks were still mostly filled, and didn't intrude.

I laughed a little at her reaction, and allowed myself to move my own stool a little closer. "You act like you've just seen some rare animal."

"Well, I've never actually seen one of you boys out in the wild before. I mean...locked up and all."

"I'm glad you like it", I said. "I think."

"So..." She seemed to have gotten control of herself, and now she was quiet again, fixing me with an expression that was still amused, but also somewhat serious. "So where's the key?"

"At my apartment. Not too far away. Keys, that is."

"Oh. More than one?"

"Well yeah, I have a spare. For emergencies, that sort of thing."

She nodded. "That makes sense. It's a valuable thing you're keeping locked up." This last line was delivered with a smile, and I felt myself press helplessly against the cage again. Helpless in two senses, that is; in one sense that I wasn't getting out of there anytime soon without one of the keys, but in the other that I'd had no chance, in that moment, of not trying to get hard. Her words had been like a direct message straight to my penis. My four limbs felt loose, relaxed, and I was a little dizzy- none of which, I don't think, had anything to do with the beer.

"I suppose."

"So you just...if you don't mind my asking, do you have someone who, like, holds on to the keys, or...?"

"Ah, no, no...not at the moment", I said, keeping my voice low. "Sometimes I just put the cage on for a little while to, you know..."- I felt myself blushing again- "...to tease myself."

"How long is a little while?"

"Oh, not too long usually. I'd say the longest I've ever gone- with the cage, anyway- has been about a week."

Her eyes widened and the awe came back to her face. But at the same time, the information seemed to give her pleasure. "A week? I can't even go for...ahem." She fixed me with a mock-stern expression. "That's privileged information."

I laughed. "Wait, so you get to know how long I go, but I don't get to know how long you...?"

She stuck out her tongue. "That's right, mister. That's not the kind of thing a lady talks about."

"What a raw deal." I shook my head, still smiling, and tried not to stare at the movement of her black stockings as she crossed her legs. I'd gotten a glimpse, however, and suddenly I was once again trying very hard to break out of my tiny prison. Could she tell? I had the feeling that she could, and that she liked it (both that I was trying to escape and that I couldn't, that is), but maybe it was just wishful thinking.

We settled into what felt to me like a comfortable silence. After a few moments, I realized that she was looking up at the TV. The game was back. "So this is baseball", she said, sounding like someone who'd just arrived on Mars and discovered the detritus of an incomprehensible game.

I confirmed her statement. "This is baseball."

"Who's playing?"

"Well, it's the Mets against the Braves." My own voice sounded strange to me. There was an emotional and almost physical toll to bringing myself out of the reverie that I'd suddenly found myself in, to focusing on the real world again. "The Mets have had a pretty good season, but they have to win either tonight or tomorrow. Otherwise they miss the playoffs, and the Braves get in. I like the Mets."

She nodded. "So they're one game away from the playoffs?"

"Mm-hmm."

She moved a little closer to me, touching my shoulder again. It felt like my arm was fighting off a powerful electric current, and suddenly I could barely sit still.

"But if they don't win one of these last two games", she began, a little quieter than before, "It would be like...well, it would be like they'd gotten so close to what they wanted, and then at the last moment it was taken away from them? By the...Bears?"

"The Braves, Lily. The Bears play football. But yes, I think that would be a fair description of their...predicament."

"That sounds like it would be really frustrating", she suggested. "Not just for them, but for you."

"I think it would be. I hope it doesn't happen."

She repurposed her hand towards the task of picking up her drink, and smiled as she shrugged; as if it were a matter of total indifference to her. Which I suppose it was. "I guess we'll see."

On TV, the Mets' shortstop hit a single, and cruised into first base. "Do you remember bases?" she asked, again looking up at the TV.

"Bases...uh, what do you mean?"

"You know, when you were a teenager. Did you and your guy friends talk about bases? Like, sexual bases?"

"Ohhhhh, right. Yeah. I vaguely remember that whole concept."

"First base was..."

"I think first base was...kissing."

"Mmm." She smiled at the thought, and I casually (I hoped) pressed down hard on the edge of the bar, using all my strength. All this pent-up energy had to go somewhere. I'd managed briefly to relax inside the cage for a few moments, but I hadn't had enough time to recover. Talking about this was getting increasingly frustrating. A million thoughts were racing through my head.

"Second base was..."

I shifted in my seat, exhaled, and picked up my glass, noticing that my hand was trembling. I put the glass back down without drinking from it, not wanting to take the chance of spilling it. "Second base was...well, from a male perspective..."

She made a gesture. "Naturally."

"Second base was...well...touching a girl's breasts."

Her eyes sparkled and she touched my hand with hers. "How thrilling!" The cage suddenly felt very small.

"Indeed." I did my best to sound casual, though I wasn't sure it was working in the slightest. I'd have had to be a master thespian, which I wasn't. "Third was...again, from a male perspective, a...blowjob. I don't remember much talk of going down on a girl in the world of adolescent boys, but I guess that might have counted. I'm not sure. And home base..."

She interrupted me, fixing me with a genuinely curious look. "Do you think it should have counted?"

"What? Oh, you mean..."

She watched me, smiling.

"Well, uh...yeah, I do, actually. I mean, it's not exactly the same thing, but I think...I think there's a different kind of pleasure to be found in..." I paused a long time. "Serving."

She merely continued to watch me, the smile on her face growing. "What a sweet boy", she said, as if to herself.

I was worried I was about to break the cage from inside. I cleared my throat and tried to compose myself, but I couldn't stop my legs from shaking, and my voice came out more high-pitched than usual. I coughed, cleared my throat again. "And then home base is...well...home is home."

"Self-explanatory", she agreed. "So, just going by the male perspective on sexual bases, excluding for a moment your enlightened twenty-first century views on serving, you couldn't even reach third base or home right now, could you?"

A million conflicting emotions ran through me again in the course of a few seconds. "Well, I...I'm physically capable. I would just need...my keys."

"Back at your apartment", she said, meeting my eyes.

"Yes", I answered, trying to breathe. "Back at my apartment."

"Well", she said, smiling, "I was just speaking hypothetically, anyway. Don't worry. I don't want to test your resolve." She couldn't quite get through that with a straight face, however, and she must have seen the look of disappointment that suddenly came across mine, because she started to laugh again. She reached over and brushed my hair back from my head.

Grinning and leaning closer to me, she asked, "What about seeing a girl naked? Or maybe in some cute lingerie or something?"

"That I'm capable of even without the keys", I promised, unable to keep a note of hopefulness out of my voice.

She giggled harder. "No silly, what base is it?"

I considered. "I...don't think it was a base. But now that you mention it, maybe it should've been."

On TV, the Mets got another hit, and the player on first went into an all-out sprint, rounding second and within a few seconds diving into the dirt for third.

She shook her head. "Now see, look how fast these guys are rounding the bases. Don't you think they should be going a little more slowly?"

I shook my head, but in a way that indicated agreement. I was ready to agree with just about anything she said, actually. "They're not really savoring each base", I observed. "There's no way he enjoyed second, with how quickly he ran through it."

"That's what I mean", she said. "I think guys should go slow around bases, don't you? I mean, really slowly."

"Well sometimes they don't even finish", I pointed out.

She gasped in mock horror, putting her hand to her face. "What a terrible fate!"

"I mean, this guy"- I gestured to the player who'd just hit a single to make it first and third with two outs- "could get stranded on first, if the inning ends."

She shook her head back and forth. "That would be so sad." Unable to help herself, she smiled. "Stranded on first." She repeated the phrase once more, as if she actually quite liked the idea. She reached over and brushed my hair again, and I allowed myself a quick kiss on her wrist. "Stranded on first", she said one more time. "Something about that is kind of hot, you know? Not that I'd want to keep a guy there forever." She paused, considering. "But the thought of keeping him there for a while, without knowing when he's going to be rescued...mmmm. I like taking it slow."

I had started to notice within myself a strange desire to agree with her opinions on this issue. "First base is underrated."

Her hand touched my thigh, tapped the cage again, and suddenly I had to hold on to the bar to steady myself. My toes contracted, my cage shrunk, and I had to take a few deep breaths so the other people around us wouldn't think I needed medical attention.

"I'm glad you think so", Lily said. "How far away did you say your apartment was, again?"

A sudden shine catches Paula’s attention. A set of small detailed keys on the brink of falling from the pocket of her nephews shorts.

Threatening to slip out completely as Mason accentuates a stretch, his white tee riding up his slim belly. 

He looks across to his Aunt, her gaze diverting to meet his. “Want a drink?” He rises barely awaiting her response before be-lining for the kitchen.  

Paula shakes her head, muttering a soft ‘no’, her focus on the keys that remain on his seat. She reaches for the keys, looking back to see if Mason had noticed.

They were well designed, cute even. As she inspected further her heart fluttered with a blend of surprise and a touch of mischief upon discovering the words 'Chastity Forever' etched onto them. The find sent a jolt of intrigue through her.

Paula’s eyes, usually soft and kind, now sparkle with curiosity. She can't help but wonder, was she jumping to an outlandish conclusion? Were these really chastity keys? If so, was her nephew wearing a chastity cage?

Paula watches Mason as he reenters the room, settling back onto the sofa oblivious to her scrutiny.

Though her attention appears to return to the screen, her mind is elsewhere, her curiosity certainly piqued. The keys lie hidden in her hand. ‘Chastity Forever’, the words echo in her mind, each syllable laden with implications she can't quite believe.

The film advances without Paula’s regard, however it has Mason’s undivided attention. Paula sits patiently, her excitement building, waiting for her questions to be answered.

She can only imagine the copious amount of teasing she could get out of something like this.

At last, whilst lost in the glowing screen Mason slips his hand in to his pocket. His eyes widen feeling the empty space. A frantic search ensued. Observed by Paula with a thick amusement.

Mason let’s an unnerved whimper escape him as his hands find nothing but empty pockets, Paula can't help but stifle a soft laugh at the sight of him patting down his shorts, his movements growing more unsure by the second. She watches as he stands up and begins to search under the cushions, his hands moving erratically.

She wiggles deeper into her position for a more comfortable viewing experience. She can see the panic in his eyes, his search becoming more intense as he becomes more flustered.

Her heart pounding in her chest. She knows she should say something, put him out of his misery, but there's a surprisingly major part of her that enjoys seeing him like this. The circumstances exciting her in a way she’s never experienced. Her nephew desperately searching whilst almost certainly locked in a little cock cage. The knowledge he’s worried and locked purely from her own actions. 

Paula’s lips twitch, her struggle to maintain a straight face becoming more apparent. She can see the urgency in Mason, the way he repeatedly searches the same area of the sofa, refusing to accept the keys aren’t there to be found. 

"You lost something? I’ll help you search!" her voice is phony, it’s soft, almost gentle, but there's an underlying tone of mischief that she can't quite hide.

She can see the struggle in his expression, the internal battle between honesty and hiding his embarrassing secret. His response predictably dismissive, of course he wouldn’t invite his own Aunt to search for chastity keys.

She crosses her legs, her bare foot gently swinging as she watches him. The poker face failing her, but Mason was far too distracted to notice. 

Her head tilted, her eyebrows raising slightly as she listens to his stammered attempts to explain himself, whilst also trying to give nothing away. A smirk etched on her face as his tone wavers between panic and frustration. She knows what he's hiding, his refusal to tell her what’s wrong only makes her want to keep the keys more. Holding the keys feeling a more gripping idea than the  original plan of a little verbal teasing. 

The hurried pace of his steps towards his bedroom putting a tickled smile on her lips. Paula took great pleasure knowing he’d never find these keys. Although his disappearance seemed to dampen that pleasure. She wanted to watch and hearing the rummaging from his room enticed her to spectate.

Leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded casually across her chest, a wicked smile played on her lips. Taking in the scene before her. The room is in utter chaos, clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, drawers opened and the contents displaced.

Amongst the chaos she watches Mason open a shoebox, giving her a brief sight of what seemed to be handcuffs and a ball gag amongst other miscellaneous items. The sight sends a jolt of electrifying excitement through her.

Mason continues to pointlessly search. Paula knowing that she holds the power to end it or to prolong it, depending on her whims and desires. Currently, her body and mind were both telling her to prolong it.

"Found what you’re looking for?" Paula asks, her voice laced with a teasing energy.

Her nephew jumps, clearly unaware of her presence. She can see the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks as frantically closes his shoebox. He awkwardly shakes his head, trying to work out if she’d seen the contents. 

Compared to her usual methods of teasing this was providing her far more delight. She found she enjoys his discomfort, finding a strange thrill in his predicament. She steps into the room, her eyes scanning the chaos, taking in every detail of the wreckage.

"Not that you’re telling me what you’ve lost, but whatever it is maybe it fell under the sofa? Grab the vacuum and you can use it whilst moving my furniture around!"

She smiles, her heart racing as she seeks to trick him into doing her housework. His eyebrows raise, processing the idea, realising she’s made an excellent point. Mason scurries off to fetch the vacuum, Paula biting her lip, enjoying this far too much.

Mason's face plummets as he pulls the sofa away, revealing nothing but a layer of dirt and grime. She can't help but giggle at his disappointment, the sound bubbling up from her chest and escaping her lips in a soft, teasing laugh. Frustrated and desperate, his hopes dashed once again.

"Not there?" she says, her voice teeming with fake sympathy. "At least it’ll all be clean once you’re done! And since you're at it, you might as well vacuum the entire house as you search!"

She watches as he grudgingly starts the vacuum, the hum of the machine filling the room. His mind visibly working to retrace his steps as he moves the vacuum back and forth, his frustration palpable. 

Her legs now stretched to where he once sat, relaxing whilst listening to the hum of the vacuum as he ever so slowly moves through the entire house. The first bit of housework her nephew participated in since arriving.

This dynamic felt right.

Mason returns, visibly miffed having spent far too long vacuuming, covering every inch of every room and still no keys. “That was a long search!” She giggles, knowing he’d spent the majority of that time cleaning for her. 

"You know, i’m still not sure what you’re looking for, but I think I might have seen something fall out of your pocket earlier. But I can't quite remember where..."

She pauses, Mason's head snaps up, his eyes wide with hope.

Paula relishes the moment, Mason awaits her next words. She can see the hope and desperation in his eyes, the way he’s ready to spring into action at her slightest suggestion. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, savoring the power she holds over him in this moment.

She leans in slightly, "You know, I think it might have been in the kitchen." She watches his body language shifting from hopeful to eager. She can see the gears turning in his mind.

She turns the volume on the film up a few notches. Paula smirks, “You’ve already vacuumed right? I guess look on the counter! It’s a mess in there, be a good thing and tidy it up whilst you look…"

She can't help but smile as Mason rolls his eyes and nods, her heart fluttering with excitement once more. She knows she's playing with fire, pushing him like this, but she can't help herself. There's something thrilling about holding this secret, about watching him squirm and struggle. 

Soon the clattering dies down, Mason drags himself back to the sofa. Leaving a spotless kitchen in his wake. Paula can almost smell the desperation on him. It only serves to drive her crazier. 

"That was a loud search!”, she teases, acutely aware he’d been cleaning and tidying.

 “You know," her voice calm, preparing her next trick. "You’re going to hate me! I think I made a mistake, it wasn’t the kitchen…"

"I think I might have seen it in the bathroom. You know, it's been a while since I gave that a good clean too."

Paula raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye, her racing heart calming as she watches Mason finally put the pieces together. 

He finally questions her, she can see the realization dawn on his face, the way his shoulders slump in defeat, and the soft sigh that escapes his lips followed by the moaning and whiny voice. Her fun was appearing to be over, however she still had the chance to embarrass and humiliate him.

A satisfied smile playing on her lips. "So, you've finally figured it out”, her voice laced with amusement. "I must admit, I had a pretty good time watching you run around like a headless chicken."

Paula’s smile widens as she watches Mason's frustration boil over, his voice laced with annoyance and defeat, a stormy look in his eyes. She enjoys the sight and sound of him, finally seeing the truth of her manipulations and deception. He empties out his emotion, promising to never do as she asks again in the process.

"Never say never, Mason," she says, her voice soft but firm. "You never know, I can be quite convincing!"

She watches as his eyes widen in annoyance, how she just dismissed his voice. She knows she has him beat. She stands up, her movements graceful as she walks over to him. She stands a few inches taller. 

"You know, I think I could convince you to clean my toilet right now!"

She pauses, her eyes locking onto his, her expression serious. She reaches into her pocket.

Paula chuckles at Mason's scoff, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she watches him dismiss her words. She enjoys the doubt in his eyes, the way he thinks she's just teasing him. She takes a step closer. She can feel the keys in her pocket, their cool metal a constant reminder of the power she holds.

"I'm not joking, Mason," she says, her voice firm. She reaches in, her fingers wrapping around the keys. She can feel the engraving beneath her fingertips. "Chastity Forever," she murmurs, pulling the keys out and holding them up for him to see. She watches as the color drains from his face as he finally understands the depth of her manipulation.

She smirks, enjoying the sight of his discomfort, "Now, what do you think I should do with these?"

She giggles, “Once you caught on I was thinking about handing these back… but you’re so insistent about not doing anything I ask…”

Paula’s smile widens as she watches Mason's expression, his eyes fixed on the keys dangling from her fingers. She brings them closer to her face, her eyes scanning the engraving carefully. She runs her thumb over the letters, feeling the slight indentation in the metal.

"Chastity... Forever..." she murmurs, her voice a teasing threat. She looks down at Mason, her eyes gleaming with mischief and power. "Imagine that..."

Her words hang in the air, "'Forever' is a very long time."

She knows he's on the edge of begging.

"Tell you what," she continues, "Maybe it doesn’t have to be forever, maybe if you do a few things for me I’ll give them back?"

"Now, what do you think I want you to do for me?" she asks, her voice soft and teasing.

Paula laughs at his simple response of ‘chores’. Her voice taking on a rhythmic, almost melodic quality as she begins to list her demands. She can see the way he shrinks with each item, he doesn’t even try to snatch the keys back. 

She leans in close, "Let's see... You could start by doing the bathroom, then taking out the trash. Make sure to sort the recycling properly. You know how particular I am about that."

Her finger taps against her chin, "And wash the car. It's been a while since it had a good scrub”

Her smile wicked, ideas coming to her fast. “Oh, and give the garage a thorough cleaning. It's a mess in there. Can’t park a clean car in a dirty garage can I?”

Her eyes flicking to the windows, the faint sunlight filtering through the curtains. "And don't forget the windows. They're streaked with dirt. A good cleaning would do them some good."

"Then I might be able to see out to the garden… oh! Then there's the gardening. The weeds have been taking over, and the flowers need some love. You could spend a few hours out there, getting your hands and clothes dirty."

"And the laundry, Mason. There's a mountain of it waiting to be sorted, washed, and folded. You could spend hours down there in the basement surrounded by the scent of detergent and fabric softener."

Paula’s eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and dominance as she continues to spin her web of tasks, each one designed to keep Mason on his toes and under her control. She circles him like a predator, her voice laced with a seductive rhythm that makes each chore sound almost enticing in its own twisted way.

"If you’ll be down there anyway…" she murmurs, her tone dripping with false innocence. "The basement, It's a mess down there too, way worse than the garage. Boxes piled high, cobwebs in every corner. You could spend days sorting through it all, throwing out the junk and organizing what's left."

She pauses, her eyes locking onto his, savoring the way his eyes have began to water. "And speaking of junk, the attic needs your attention too. Who knows whats up there. It's been years since I set foot in that dusty old place."

"The kitchen cabinets need organizing. Everything is in disarray. And while you're at it, why don't you give the fridge a good clean? It's been ages since it's seen the inside of a sponge."

"And then there's the grocery shopping," she purrs, her fingers lightly tracing the collar of his T-shirt. "The pantry is almost bare, the fridge will be clean and ready”

"When every single one of those tasks is done, Mason," she says, her words slow and deliberate. "When the house is spotless, the garden is blooming, and the basement and attic are organized to perfection, then, and only then, will I consider giving you the keys."

His lips part, ready to form some sort of rebuttal. She giggles, pressing her index finger against his lips. “Shush!”

She shakes her head, signalling to accept his fate. The entire interaction sends a thrill through her. She can barely stand.

"It’ll definitely be a week at least, maybe even two!, who knows how long it might take, Mason?" her voice smooth and unyielding. "But think about it. It’ll all be because you threw a little tantrum over my fun!" his eyes dart around the room, his mind racing with the enormity of the tasks ahead.

Over the next week, Mason found himself ensnared in a whirlwind of chores, each one more tedious than the last. The days blur into a tortuous routine, each task taking longer than expected. But he trudged through the endless list. 

The house began to transform under his relentless attention, the once dirty windows now sparkling in the sunlight, the floors gleaming with a polish. The garden, once overrun with weeds, now boasts vibrant blooms and neatly trimmed hedges. The basement and attic, once chaotic and neglected, are now organized havens of order.

As aftenoon hits on the eighth day, Mason finally finished every task, no matter how gruelling or tedious, completed to his aunt's exacting standards. He has met every demand, every chore completed to perfection.

There were sleepless nights, taking a taxing amount of time to learn to sleep with the cage. He learnt to clean the cage, learnt how to use the bathroom with it. He could do everything other than bare the constant dull aching of denial, and the constant teasing remakes from his Aunt.

She became stricter, more demanding, more stern. Paula woke up every day with an overwhelming arousal. The fun, relaxed Auntie Paula grew into a dominant, cruel lady. She loved having her nephew helplessly obeying.

Now Paula enters the living room, Mason immediately informing her of his completion.

"One thing though, Mason." Her voice is soft, almost conversational, but the underlying threat is unmistakable. 

She knows exactly what she’s doing, a planned and rehearsed speech. "It’s been over a week since you last vacuumed the living room, my room, the entire house for that matter! And the bathroom, it’s starting to look a bit grimy again"

She walks over to the window, her finger tracing the bird excrement, then glancing out at the driveway. Her car, once gleaming, now bears a thin layer of dirt and a few errant leaves scattered across the hood. She turns back to him, her lips curve into a smug smile.

"My car is dirtier than before and I know you can see what’s on my window…”

Her gaze drifts back to Mason, teasing him with a never ending cycle of tasks. “Everything needs doing again… it needs doing more frequently. You do daily chores…I don’t want to do any of that!”

"I guess I’ve realized my mistake Mason!" she teases, her fingers tracing his jaw. "I like doing absolutely nothing whist you tirelessly do everything I want…"

She pauses, her eyes locking onto his, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Chores are daily, weekly, constant, Mason.”

“You’re going to have to keep doing these chores for me…” She leans over Mason, her lips almost brushing his, her voice dropping even lower. "And as for your little... predicament," she says, her fingers lightly brushing against his cage. 
"Chastity... Forever..."

hapter 1
The triplets:
Anna, Percila, and Amelia

Hottest girls on our Bible college campus,
They wore the school skirts better than anyone.
And even though they took their modesty extremely seriously, to the point of insisting that they be allowed to perform their gymnastics routines in skirts and leggings instead of the standard leotard. Every guy on campus was probably jerking off to the thought of their mysterious bodies.
I ran track, so I saw them frequently in the gym. Just them sweaty in very loose gym wear would give me an instant erection. Probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I was dating someone, but I was a virgin, and my hand was my best friend.

This started in 2018, my freshman year, when my roommate, Rick, pointed out the triplets and said they’re completely identical, all three. He was right; all three of them were the exact same height, weight, and most surprisingly, all three had perfect, blemish-free skin.
Later, after freshman orientation ended, I worked up the nerve to say hi, and as I was already on the track team, I used that as a conversation starter and learned about their passion for sports, specifically gymnastics.
They all did the same exact floor routine and would perform side by side. Mirroring each other’s moves. I watched their performance at the end of the year and the year after, and they were good. Our Bible college didn’t have a formal NCAA team, so they only performed for the college. But I’m sure they all could have gone pro if they liked.
They had the perfect build for gymnastics, on the shorter side with petite frames but very well muscled. As no one, not even the guys’ team, could get the height they did when tumbling.
After dreaming of them for 2 years in my junior year, the unexpected happened. The uniforms that were required to be worn for track came, and the shorts were tiny. Rick, Derick, and I had to wear the shorts for a month before they got replacements in, and we were the talk of campus as all of our bulges were clearly on display.
An emergency student assembly was called when the college president saw his daughter, a freshman, had taken photos of us at the track meet with our crotches in the dead center of each photo.
A purity committee of students and faculty was made, and they voted that to keep everyone safe, all male students would be required to make a vow of chastity, stating they would not have sex in any capacity until their wedding night. They marched all the men, 3,000 students on stage 30 at a time, to take the vow in front of the whole school.

“I (our name) swear that I will not do a sexual act without the consent of my spouse.”

I’d like to add that only the men said this because there was talk that if the news heard that women were forced to make vows to their future husbands, that feminists might take that really badly.

As I said the meaningless words, I made eye contact with Anna in the crowd who was wearing a big smile.
After the assembly, she cornered me and asked me what I thought of the vow.
I said I think there’s value in abstinence. Knowing this was the answer she wanted, as the triplets were well known for turning down men on account of their too horny and their virginity was closely guarded.
She said, “You know I had a hand in writing the vow.”
“I didn’t know that,” I replied.
“Listen, there’s something I want to ask you, but I need to know that you took your vow seriously before I do,” she explained.
“Ask away. I took it very seriously,” I said, realizing my voice didn’t have the sarcasm I intended.
“This is going to sound weird, but my family has no history of illness on either side. All my great-grandparents lived to be over one hundred and five years old and were confirmed that old age was the reason for death, meaning their DNA ran out. And this is important because I want my children to also have long lives free of disease.”
So I want to go out on a date with you, several dates to be more accurate, and if it works out, I want to get married to you and have the healthiest babies possible. You’re an amazing athlete, and my sisters agree you might be the one to help us. All of us are studying genetics because we want to create a strong family tree. That’s why all of us are so strict with our virginity. We don’t want to accidentally conceive a child that could be susceptible to diseases. You know all racehorses descended from the same champion racehorse. And a lot of our family’s cattle are from select breeding bulls that cost millions to purchase. Anyway, there’s my rant,” she finishes and does a little dip as she sways back and forth, twirling her hair and making her skirt sway.
I comprehend she just asked to have my children, and the thought of impregnating her sends me wild.
I immediately agree to date.
“I’ll gladly go out with you,” I tell her.
Our first 3 dates were amazing; we would take long hikes on nature trails and talk about life and our goals. The more I talked to her, the more I wanted kids and the more I wanted everything she wanted.

Skip ahead to our 4th date when I picked her up; her sisters slid into the back seat.
“We’re coming with today,” they said.
“Sounds like fun,” I replied, but really, I wanted one-on-one with Anna.
On our third date, we kissed good night, and it was magical. I wanted to do more than kiss, but she shut me down quickly.

We get to the secret waterfall trail Anna suggested and started the hike.
When we got to the waterfall, Rick and Derrick were waiting for us.
Confused, I turned to Anna.
“Hey, what’s my track team doing here?” I asked.
“Now might be a good time to tell you all
that you’re not on the track team because you did well at trying outs, even though you all had the top scores,” said Anna.
“Our daddy is a wealthy alumnus and donated enough to build the new genetics labs. So we are frequently in the president’s office, and we used that to get into the student medical files. You three have no family history of diseases, and you had nearly perfect blood work. So we told the president to put you on the track team, or we would stop daddy’s money in the future,” says Priscilla.
“What about the other track team members?” asked Rick.
“We had them put there too, but they’re not virgins,” says Anna.
“How do you know we are?” asked Derick.
“Everyone takes a lie detector test in their admissions application; it was one of the questions,” replied Anna.
“Is being a virgin required for admission? Because I have friends who got in who definitely are not,” says Rick.
“On paper, yes, unless you’re married. But for the admission, you only need to say it. If it reads lie during the question, they just say it is because the topic made you uncomfortable because they won’t turn down more money,” says Anna.

“Anyways, all of you take a dip, then one by one come behind the waterfall and talk to us. Give us a few minutes to get ready.” Says Priscilla.
So we all swim for a few minutes; the water is ice cold, but on a hot day, it’s therapeutic.
Derick gets out first and says, “I’m going to go see what the girls are up to. I’ll tell you when they’re ready for the next one.” And he goes behind the waterfall.
10 minutes later, he comes back looking a little uncomfortable but smiles and says, “Rick, you’re up.”
Rick goes behind the waterfall and returns in 2 minutes, blushing.
“They’re waiting for you,” he says.
I get up and go behind the waterfall. Behind the falls, I realize there’s a fairly big room of rock behind the waterfall, and the girls are sitting behind a square rock like judges at a table.
“Okay, now strip,” says Priscilla.
“What?” I ask.
“We need to know your measurements, dear,” says Anna.
“Oh, okay,” I say, still confused, but I guess this has to do with their healthiest baby goal.
I drop my swim trunks and reveal my naked cock. It’s tiny compared to its normal size. I realize it’s because I’ve been in the cold water.
Anna measures it quickly, writing down every measurement she takes, which seems to be a lot. Then, she plugs them into her phone.
“Get C 4.7,” she says.
Patricia grabs a suitcase and opens it. Like a tackle box, there are rows and rows of tubes connecting to rings. They start small in the upper left and are huge on the bottom right. She picks out one from the middle right and hands it to Anna.
“Hey, I know you have the least amount of heads up about what is going on. Rick and Derick were warned that today was the day, but you were really last minute, so if you have any questions, ask Rick.” She says.
I’m confused as to what’s going on as this girl who values purity above all else has just looked at and then measured my penis. She looked at my penis. She doesn’t own a tight pair of pants and wears skirts over everything to hide her figure, and she looked at my cock. Just her looking at it is so unexpected. I’m in shock.
Then, she touched it. It was very fast, but she ran her hands over it. I sigh as blood starts flooding down there, which will be good because it’s kinda shrunken from the water.
Tight, there’s a tightness over my cock as I look down and see it is now in a sturdy cage perfectly sized to my reduced size.
“The idea is to keep you in a constant state of arousal, but we aren’t going to be undressing to tease you, so that’s why the cage,” says Anna.
The words start to register in my brain, and the excess blood being rerouted away from my dick hits me, and I’m thinking clearer than ever.
I swallow and then ask,
“Couldn’t you guys just like keep me watching porn? I mean, if you’re trying to keep me aroused.”
“No, we can’t trust you not to jack off,” says Priscilla.
“And I don’t want my future husband to be a porn addict. I want him to only have eyes for me. Speaking of here’s your phone back,” Anna says, handing me my phone.
As I take it back, I see there’s a new app on the Home Screen.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“It is an app that lets me control your phone, and more accurately what you look at,” says Anna.
“We’re going to keep the key and then let you out when we want you to use your cock for us. So we want you to cum in 2 weeks so we can check your count,” says Priscilla.
“My count?” I ask.
“Your sperm count, silly. How are we going to know if you’re worth keeping if we don’t know if you’re fertile? 22 young and healthy is a safe bet, but we don’t gamble,” says Anna.
“One last thing, the lock is vibration-sensitive and reports to the app if you try to tamper with it, so don’t try to jerk off.” With that, Priscilla and Amelia leave me and Anna alone behind the waterfall.
“Hey, I know this is a lot to take in, but I want to give you a reward for taking it all so fast,” Anna says.
She turns around and lifts up her skirt. I catch the glimpse of white, which must be her panties, before she lowers her skirt and turns to face me.
“Oh my, I didn’t think it would do that much so soon, wow,” she says.
I can feel it and see it. My cock is squeezing through the bars in areas, and it’s so tight. My seven inches of length and my thick girth have been squeezed into a cage barely two inches long. I know I’m only about three and a half, sometimes four inches long, flaccid, but I’m quite the grower, and what grows the most is my girth, and it’s squeezing the hell out of me.
“It’s too tight,” I whimper.
Wait, did I just whimper submissively? I’ve always jerked off to women submitting to men. Men don’t moan, and they certainly don’t whimper.

“Awww, that was so cute,” says Anna, and looks at this. Anna reaches down, and Amy collects a small amount of precum off my cage.
“If you are producing this at a glance of my underwear, imagine our wedding night,” she teases.
With those words, I’m starving to fuck her. I would do it right now. I’m so horny I’d fuck her if her pussy was poisonous.
“Can you at least loosen it or give me a bigger size?” I ask, wanting out and wanting to take away both of our virginities right here and now.
“I can’t and I wouldn’t if I could, plus it’s not like you can do me. I have a steel chastity belt on that covers my vagina. My sister and I wear them whenever there’s a chance of being alone with a man. And we hold each other’s keys,” she explains.
“Hey, this is all kinda weird and new and apparently arousing for me,” I point to my straining cock. “But um, what is the point of it again?” I ask.
“One keeps you aroused and focused. Two, it keeps you from cheating on me and on your vow. Three, it will keep you from cheating our tests. We want to make sure you have a good sperm count, and if you do that thing that guys like to do, it can change our test results,” she explains.
She just put a cage on my cock, and she won’t even say masturbate.
“You mean masturbate?” I say.
“Just because other people, including my sisters, are comfortable with dirty language doesn’t mean I am,” she says.
This is a weird conversation to have while I’m naked or at least mostly naked.
“So do you do that thing that girls like to do?” I ask, wanting her to reveal some more of herself.
“That’s for my husband to know. And if you ever want out of that thing, you better stop asking such personal questions,” she says.

I can’t ask if she masturbates, and she just took away my ability to masturbate.
“I didn’t ask you if you do that thing,” she says.
No, she didn’t, but no, I don’t feel like she should have.
“Have you ever watched porn?” I ask.
She blushes very red. Her breathing becomes deeper and intensifies.
“Yours is the third penis I’ve ever seen that wasn’t in a biology textbook,” she says.
“Wait, so Rick and Derick were the first two?” I ask.
The blushing is running down her whole body. Her cheeks are bright red, and any exposed skin, which isn’t very much, is heating up.
“You shouldn’t ask a lady such questions. You should be punished,” Anna squats and reaches under her skirt and fumbles around for a second, then pulls her finger out. Moisture gleams off of it. She sticks her finger under my nose.
The pheromones are intense, so intense I start to feel dizzy and the cage feels tighter than ever.
“I’d have you taste it, but I think that’s a little too close to breaking your vow,” she says as she licks her finger clean.
She’s holding eye contact, and I start to feel dizzy so much blood is in my body that it can’t go where it is supposed to go. So my awareness is turned into overdrive; my mind replays her scent in my mind and the image of her licking her wetness off her own finger. Maybe if I wasn’t a virgin, it wouldn’t drive me so crazy, but my vision goes red, and I black out.
Chapter 2

I wake up in my bunk, back in my dorm room. Rick’s sitting in a chair, keeping an eye on me.
“Hey, we heard that the whole thing was a bit of a shock to you, and you fainted,” says Rick.
Wait, the memories come back, and I remember what happened. I reach down and find the steel cage is still fastened tightly.
“Happy cage day. The girls have been planning it for a while. Me and Derick have been aware it’s been coming since freshman orientation. But you got a really late heads up because Anna wanted to try a more natural relationship with you,” says Rick.
This takes me by surprise as I didn’t think Anna was interested.
“She was interested in me freshman year?” I ask.
“Of yeah, and it might have been put off longer if those shorts were not so tight. Once she thought another woman might try to go after you, she got the courage to ask you out. The triplets are wild, driven, and know what they want. Which means us the boyfriends have to be a little more accommodating,” says Rick.
“You’re dating one of them?” I ask.
“I’m with Priscilla, and Derick is with Amelia. We’ve been dating for two years but didn’t spill the beans because they value secrecy and loyalty,” says Rick.
Okay, the story is starting to unfold in my head.
“This is going to sound weird, but you said happy cage day. Did they do the same to you?” I ask.
In answer, Rick drops his shorts and reveals what must be the smallest possible cage; it only allows him to stick out half an inch.
“They got me really good how about you?” He asks
“Not seeing a better way to do this I stand up and drop my drawers
“Hey not bad you might even have a full two inches, I’m jealous” he says
Feeling a little better about all this and kinda excited for the new opportunity.
“How big are you without the cage” I ask
“I’m about six but I’m so much of a grower that flaccid I might as well have a micro penis” he says
“Hey that’s really good tho, did they say when we can take them off?” I ask
“Dude they stay on until the girls decide to take them off. And only when they decide to take the off.” He says
He hands me a large book,
“most questions can be answered with the book their older sister wrote about chastity but make sure to pay attention to chapter 2. That’s the maintenance section. Also I installed a new shower head that has a high pressure setting. Every time you shower blast it for a while. It may not seem like it but the metal is slightly bent to allow water in if it’s at a 90 degree angle it will keep it clean.”he explained
“I don’t know if I can make it to the two week test man, two weeks without jacking off is going to be painful” I say
At that he smiles and laughs a little bit.

Two agonizing weeks later I’ve seen Anna daily and we’re texting all the time, our connection is getting immensely stronger. I’m sure she’s the one for me but my cock strains because of her, the weeks drag but at last it is time for our testing
We meet the girls at their apartment and they are waiting for us in the school uniform, classic shirt and skirt. If I didn’t have a school girl fantasy I do now.
I’m expecting each of our respective girlfriends to put us in their bedroom and have us jerk off into a cup for testing but I’m very wrong
They have us strip right there in the living room.
Holy shit while I make Rick’s cage look small Derick’s caged dick makes mine look non existent. Even caged it hangs low and his balls are massive. And I can tell it is also straining against the bars.
“We should unlock our growers so they don’t feel so embarrassed next to the shower” says Amelia
The girls unlock us but only after we have our hands cuffed behind our backs.
They lead us to a table that has large cylinders with an opening on one side on it.
“These are collection sleeves, we will use them for extracting your samples”
Says Pricilla.
They put a sleeve over each of our cocks. Dericks won’t fit and they have to get a bigger sleeve. Caged he was huge uncaged he must be 10 inches long and wider than a soda can.
As the sleeve goes around my cock electricity shoots through me.
“Don’t move yet” Anna warns but it is clear she’s blushing hard again.
“These sleeves are special they will collect your cum as well as time how long ejaculation lasts and it will will keep track of how quickly you Finnish” says Amelia.
We’re all set and she tells us to begin.
All three of us go to town as we have been locked up and building tension for 2 weeks.
The sleeve has a little lubricant in it and seems to be made of some type of foam. It was not made for pleasure but clearly for collection purposes. Still even the friction on my cock feels better than any time I’ve ever jerked off. But to be fair I’ve never gone more than a day without beating my meat.

I’m in heaven finally getting the release I need, I look at Anna’s bright red face and can see her looking down at our cocks. This is the first time she has ever seen a man cum before and it will be into a collection device.
The table is rocking and the movement feels like someone else is stroking me. the sleeves are secured to the table but the table is not secured to the floor. Derick is shaking the table as he is able to hit the back of his sleeve.
Rick moans and I barely register he finished. the build up from not cumming and the moment of the table drive me over the edge. I couldn’t hold it back if I tried. My orgasm spasms and it’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt.
“Anna” I moan her name as I blow my pent up load and frustrations into the sleeve. I’m pumping so much cum, more than I have ever came before I’m worried it will drip out especially with Derick still rocking the table. But the sleeve sucks it into a test tube at the bottom.
After a bit Derick finishes as well and the table stops moving. We’re pulled away from the table and given strict instructions to stop our movement.

Blood never seemed to go away from my cock and all three of us are already ready for round two.
Ice packs are applied and we’re re-caged
“Let’s see the results” Amelia says
“Now remember you count isn’t determined but the amount but rather the concentration” says Pricilla
They hold up ricks tube, 15 ml’s says Pricilla it’s about a quarter full
They hold up mine and it is just under half
28 ml’s
Amelia hold up Derick’s and it is about a third full
60 ml’s she holds up a filled vile next to it
“Is that a lot” I ask.
“A typical large ejaculation is at most 5 ML’s so you’re all proving the cages are working extremely well” says Anna.
They unlock the handcuffs and allow us to dress as they take the samples into a spare bedroom that might as well be called a lab.
“Our processor is going evaluating the samples, thanks for cumming” says Amelia.
She shews us out the door and we can see all three girls are extremely red and breathing heavily.
We gather by our cars and talk for a while about our experience.
“Damn that felt amazing, I know I hate being in this thing but damn that was intense” says Derick.
“Their virgins too you can tell by the way they were gawking at us, and also you know they told us” says Rick.
“Did you see how thick our cum was, it wasn’t watery at all, idk about you but mines never been like that” I say
They nod agreement with my statement
“I need to marry her tomorrow this cage has been agony, straight up painful” says Derick.
“Ours have been tight but not too bad” I say
“Well they said this was the largest one they had made but I’m about an inch too long and way to thick for it. If marriage is the only way out. I’m going to go buy a ring” says Derick getting into his car.
“I’ve only been in a relationship with her for about a month and I’m liking Derick’s plan” I say.
“My balls were aching after day two, I’ve had a wet dream every night” Derick says through his rolled down window.
That night desperate for relief, I opened up my laptop and searched up school girl porn. All of the porn websites were gone, only informational articles. I looked up other types but they were all gone.
A text dinged from Anna
“Hey don’t go searching for things your not supposed too”
How did she know I’m on my laptop not my phone. Another text
“This soft where finds you online and blocks everything you couldn’t use a smart washing machine it’s too smart. That being said I don’t like seeing reports that my boyfriend is tryin to look at other woman”
I apologize over text and tell her I’m desperate for her.
“I’ll be thinking about your desperation and your performance later”
Electricity again as her flirty text sends me crazy. Thinking about her masturbating to me fucking the cum collection sleeve.
Another text
“Meaning I’ll be thinking about how the devices helped your count numbers aka your performance don’t get any weird ideas”
I’m confused again, I don’t know if she’s trying to drive me crazy or if she is just that innocent.
No, innocent or not she is definitely trying to drive me crazy.

Eventually, chastity will be part of the story, but not in the first few chapters. This can be removed if it does not comply with the guidelines.
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Chapter 03

The second day started much like the first. David arrived at 5:45 AM, eager and determined. He had slept poorly again, his mind churning with thoughts of Olivia, but he had managed to drag himself out of bed and prepare two portions of lunch—a fresh salad with grilled chicken for himself, and an identical one for Olivia.

He had spent twenty minutes making it perfect. Crisp lettuce, juicy cherry tomatoes, sliced cucumber, tender chicken strips, and a light vinaigrette dressing. He wanted to impress her. He wanted her to see that he was thoughtful, generous, the kind of man who took care of the people he cared about.

She was already in the kitchen when he arrived, her hair tied back, her apron dusted with flour. She glanced up as he walked in, and her eyes immediately landed on the two containers in his hands.

"You brought lunch," she said, and her voice was warm with approval. "Good boy. Put them in the fridge."

"I made salad," David said, feeling a swell of pride. "With chicken. I thought you might like something healthy."

"Lovely," she said, but she had already turned back to the ovens. "Now get to work. We have a busy morning ahead."

The morning was even more brutal than the first. Olivia seemed determined to test his limits, piling task after task onto his shoulders. Knead the dough. Shape the loaves. Clean the ovens. Unpack the delivery. Serve the customers. She was relentless, her voice sharp and demanding.

But David pushed through, fueled by the thought of lunchtime. He imagined the two of them sitting together, eating the salad he had prepared, talking and laughing like friends. Maybe even something more than friends.

At 11:00 AM, Olivia finally called out: "Break time. You know where to go."

David's heart leaped. He retrieved the two containers from the fridge and carried them to the storage room, his mouth watering. But when he walked in, he saw that something had changed.

There was only one chair.

It was a tall wooden stool, the kind used by bakers to reach high shelves. It stood in the center of the room, looking out of place. The other chair—the rickety wooden thing he had sat on yesterday—was gone.

He looked around, confused. "Where's the other chair?" he called out.

Olivia appeared in the doorway, carrying a small footstool. She set it down on the floor across from the tall stool. "This is your seat," she said, gesturing to the footstool. "I decided the storage room needed better organization. The tall stool is mine. You sit on this."

David stared at the footstool. It was barely six inches off the ground. If he sat on it, he would be practically on the floor.

"But..." he started to say.

Olivia's eyes narrowed. "Is there a problem?"

"No," he said quickly. "No problem. I just... it's very low."

"Good posture is important," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll thank me later. Now sit."

He lowered himself onto the footstool, his knees bending awkwardly. He felt like a child sitting at an adult's table. From his position, he had to look up to see Olivia's face.

She settled onto the tall stool, her feet dangling comfortably. She was at least two feet higher than him, looking down with an air of regal amusement.

"Much better," she said, reaching for her lunch container. "Now let's see what you made."

She opened the container and took a bite of the salad. Her eyes widened slightly, and a sound of pleasure escaped her lips. "Mmm," she hummed. "This is actually delicious. The chicken is perfectly seasoned. The dressing is just right."

David beamed. "I'm glad you like it. I put a lot of effort into—"

She wasn't listening. She had already taken another bite, making the same appreciative sound. "Mmm. Mmm. So good."

She leaned back on her stool, her posture completely relaxed, and swung her feet up onto the small table between them. Her shoes had come off at some point—he hadn't noticed when—and her bare feet were now resting on the table, inches from his lunch container.

He tried not to stare, but it was impossible. Her feet were pale and slender, with painted toenails a shade of deep red. They were close enough that he could smell the faint scent of her lotion.

"This is wonderful, David," she said, still eating. "You really outdid yourself. I'm going to enjoy this every day."

"Did you eat your pastries?"

He froze. "My... pastries?"

"From yesterday," she said, gesturing vaguely. "The rejects. You didn't eat them all, did you? I noticed you left some behind."

He felt his stomach turn. "Olivia, they were... they weren't very good."

She stopped eating and looked at him. Her expression was unreadable.

"Not very good?" she repeated.

"No," he said honestly. "They were too salty. And some of them were burned. And the croissants were... doughy. I'm sorry, but they were really hard to eat."

Olivia was silent for a moment. Then she laughed. Not her usual warm laugh—this was different. Sharper. It had an edge to it.

"Of course they weren't good," she said, shaking her head. "They were rejects. That's why they're called rejects. They're the ones that didn't turn out right."

"Then why did you give them to me?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Because I can't throw them away," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It's wasteful. Bad for business. Bad for the environment. Someone has to eat them."

"But I don't want to—"

"David." Her voice was suddenly cold. "I gave you something, and you accepted it. You sat there, you smiled, and you told me they were good. Remember?"

He swallowed. "I remember."

"You lied to me," she said, her eyes glittering. "You said they were good, but they weren't. You didn't appreciate what I gave you."

"I was just trying to be polite—"

"Polite," she scoffed. "You think I care about polite? I care about results. I care about honesty. You should have told me the truth from the beginning."

He opened his mouth to apologize, but she cut him off.

"So here's the new rule," she said, pointing at him with her fork. "If I give you food, you eat it. Every last bite. I don't care if it's too salty, too burned, too whatever. It's food, and it shouldn't go to waste. Do you understand?"

"I understand," he said quietly.

"Good," she said, her tone softening. She took another bite of his salad and made another "mmm" sound. "Because honestly, David, it's only fair. I'm eating this lovely salad you made for me. The least you can do is eat the food I give you. Fair is fair, right?"

"Right," he said, his voice hollow.

"That's my good boy," she said, smiling warmly. "Now eat your pastries. I want to see you finish them."

He reached into the bag she had handed him and pulled out one of the leftover rejects. It was a flat, sad-looking croissant, burned on the bottom and gummy on the inside. He took a bite and forced himself to chew.

Olivia watched him with satisfaction, eating her salad and occasionally making loud, exaggerated sounds of pleasure. "Mmm," she hummed. "So good. I love the crunch of the cucumber. And the chicken is so tender."

She leaned back and swung her feet even closer to his container, her toes almost brushing against the edge. He tried to ignore them, focusing on the terrible pastry in his hand.

At one point, Olivia reached for his Cola can—the one he had brought for himself—and took a long sip. "Mmm," she said, licking her lips. "So refreshing."

"Uh," David said nervously, "that's my Cola."

She looked at him, her eyes wide with mock surprise. "Oh, is it? I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." She took another sip, deliberately slow, then set the can down. "Well, you can have the rest."

He looked at the can. It was half empty. "But I wanted a full one," he said weakly. "I was looking forward to it."

Olivia's expression shifted. Her smile faded, replaced by something colder. "You're complaining," she said, her voice flat. "I'm trying to share with you, and you're complaining."

"I'm not complaining," he said quickly. "I just—"

"You think I'm being unfair?" she interrupted. "You think I should give you more?"

"No, I—"

She stood up abruptly, the stool scraping against the floor. She walked over to the small sink in the corner of the room and grabbed a glass. She filled it with tap water, then returned to the table. Without asking, she poured the water directly into his Cola can, filling it to the brim.

"There," she said, smiling again. "Now it's full. Problem solved."

David stared at the can. The once-dark liquid was now a murky brown, watered down to almost nothing. It looked disgusting.

"But I don't want watered-down Cola," he said. "I wanted the real thing."

Olivia's smile vanished entirely. Her face hardened into something cold and cruel.

"You know what, David?" she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I have had a very long morning. I have been on my feet since four in the morning. I have baked, cleaned, managed customers, and dealt with suppliers. And now I am trying to have a nice lunch with my new employee, and all you do is complain. Complain about the food I give you. Complain about the drink I share with you. Complain, complain, complain."

She stepped closer to him, looking down with utter contempt. "Do you think this is a vacation? Do you think you're here to be pampered?"

"No," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Shut up," she snapped. "You don't get to apologize. You don't get to explain. You just get to listen." She grabbed his container of salad—the one she had already eaten half of—and slammed it back down on the table. "You know what? I'm done. I'm done trying to be nice to you. I gave you a chance. I gave you food. I gave you a job. And this is how you repay me?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand.

"Finish your pastries," she said coldly. "All of them. Every single one. And then get back to work. You're not getting a break today. You've wasted enough time."

She turned on her heel and walked out of the storage room, leaving him alone with the remains of his ruined lunch.

He sat on the low footstool, staring at the watered-down Cola and the bag of terrible pastries. His eyes burned with shame. He had ruined everything. He had made her angry. She had been kind to him, and he had thrown it back in her face.

He picked up another pastry and forced himself to eat it. Then another. And another. His stomach churned with every bite, but he kept going. He had to make it up to her. He had to prove that he was grateful, that he was worthy of her attention.

When he finally finished the last pastry, he sat back, feeling nauseous and humiliated.

But he didn't leave. He couldn't leave.

Because he was already trapped.

He returned to work with his head down, avoiding Olivia's gaze. She said nothing to him, just pointed at the tasks that needed to be done.

But at the end of the day, as he was putting on his jacket to leave, she called him into the office.

"David," she said, her voice soft and sweet again. "I want to apologize. I was a little harsh with you earlier. I had a long day, and I took it out on you. That wasn't fair."

He looked up, surprised. "It's okay," he said quickly. "I understand. I shouldn't have complained."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I'm the one who should be sorry. You're a good employee, David. A hard worker. I appreciate everything you do."

She smiled, and it was that warm, dazzling smile again. The one that made his heart skip a beat.

"To make it up to you," she said, pulling out the contract and turning to the blank page, "I'm going to formalize our little arrangement. It'll be a rule, so it's fair for both of us."

She wrote quickly, then turned the page toward him.

He read the words: "Rule 2: David brings lunch for Olivia every morning. In exchange, he receives the day's failed products. He must eat all of them. No complaints. Fair is fair."

"What do you think?" she asked, her eyes glittering. "Fair, isn't it?"

He looked at her face. He wanted to say no. He wanted to say that it wasn't fair, that he was tired of eating burned pastries and watered-down Cola. He wanted to say that he had a better lunch, but she had taken it from him.

But she was smiling, and she was beautiful, and he wanted her to love him.

"Yes," he said. "It's fair."

She reached out and touched his cheek. "Good boy," she whispered. "Now go home. Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

He walked out of the bakery, his stomach churning and his heart aching.

He was trapped in a cage of his own making. And every new rule was another bar locking him in.

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Chapter 04
The days blurred together into a relentless cycle of exhaustion and humiliation. David woke at 4:30 AM every morning, stumbled to the bakery by 5:30, and worked until 7:00 PM with only brief, stolen moments of rest. His body ached constantly. His feet were covered in blisters. His back screamed with every movement.

And his stomach was a constant, gnawing void.

Every day, he brought a fresh salad for Olivia. Every day, she ate it with theatrical pleasure, making loud "mmm" sounds while he choked down the day's rejects—burned croissants, flat danishes, over-salted rolls, and doughy bread that stuck to his teeth. Some days, the pastries were so bad he had to fight the urge to vomit. But he always finished them. He had no choice.

He was losing weight. His clothes hung loose on his frame, and dark circles had taken up permanent residence under his eyes. He looked like a ghost of the man he had been just weeks ago.

But he couldn't leave. He was trapped by love—or what he thought was love—and by the contract that bound him to her. The blank page was no longer blank. It was filled with rules, each one another bar on his cage.

It happened on a Thursday, during his third week at the bakery.

David was sitting in the storage room during his lunch break, staring at the bag of rejects in front of him. Today's offerings were particularly terrible: a batch of croissants that had been left in the oven too long, their surfaces blackened and charred. He had already forced down two of them, and his stomach was protesting violently.

He pulled out his phone, desperate for a moment of escape. He scrolled through social media, looking at photos of his friends living normal lives—going to restaurants, traveling, laughing together. They looked so happy. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt happy.

He was so absorbed in his phone that he didn't hear Olivia approaching. She appeared in the doorway like a specter, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression cold and unforgiving.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

David jumped, nearly dropping his phone. "I'm... I'm just checking my messages. I haven't looked at my phone all day."

She strode toward him, her footsteps echoing in the small room. "You're supposed to be working," she said, her voice sharp. "Or at least resting. Not wasting time on that thing."

"But I'm on my break," he said weakly. "I'm allowed to—"

"Allowed?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You think you're allowed to do anything? You're my employee, David. You do what I say, when I say it. And right now, I'm saying you need to make yourself useful."

He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off.

"That phone is a distraction," she said, snatching it from his hands before he could react. "You're always on it. Always distracted. You need to be present, focused, productive. Not staring at a screen like a zombie."

"Please give that back," he said, his voice trembling. "It's my only connection to the outside world. My friends, my family—"

"I don't care about your friends or your family," she said flatly. "When you're at work, you belong to me. Your attention belongs to me. And I don't want you wasting it on trivial things."

She slipped his phone into her apron pocket. "You can have this back at the end of the day. If you behave."

David felt a wave of despair wash over him. His phone was his lifeline. Without it, he was completely isolated, completely at her mercy.

"Please," he said, his voice cracking. "I need it. What if there's an emergency?"

Olivia laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. "An emergency? What kind of emergency could you possibly have? You're single. You live alone. You have no friends—at least, none that care enough to visit you. No, David. You don't need your phone. You need to be useful."

She walked over to the tall stool and sat down, crossing her legs. Her feet were bare, as they often were now. She had developed a habit of removing her shoes whenever she was in the storage room, as if she owned the space—which, of course, she did.

"My feet are killing me," she said, sighing dramatically. "I've been on them since 4 AM. They're so tired and sore. I could really use a massage."

He stared at her, confused. "A massage?"

"Yes, David. A massage." She wiggled her toes, the red polish catching the light. "You have hands, don't you? Use them."

He felt his face flush. "I don't think that's part of my job."

She raised an eyebrow, her expression cold. "Your job is whatever I say it is. You signed the contract, remember? You agreed to additional rules."

"But massaging your feet—"

"Is going to be a new rule," she said, cutting him off. "Because I'm your boss, and I'm in pain, and you're going to help me." She placed her feet under the small table between them. "Now get to work. I don't have all day."

David hesitated. His stomach was churning from the burned croissants. His body was exhausted. And now he was being asked to massage her feet—her bare feet—while she sat there looking down at him like he was nothing.

This was humiliating. This was degrading. This wasn't what he had signed up for.

But she was watching him with those cold, glittering eyes, and he knew that refusing would have consequences. He would lose his phone. He might lose his job. He might lose any chance of winning her heart.

He knelt in front of her, his knees pressing against the hard floor. He reached out and took one of her feet in his hands. Her skin was warm and soft, her toes painted a deep, bloody red.

"Start with the right one," she commanded. "Use your thumbs. Press firmly. I want to feel it."

He began to massage, pressing his thumbs into the arch of her foot. It was awkward and uncomfortable. He had no idea what he was doing. But Olivia didn't seem to mind.

"Mmm," she hummed, leaning back on her stool. "That's it. Right there. Press harder. Yes. Mmm."

She was making the same sounds she made when she ate his salad—loud, exaggerated, almost mocking. She was clearly enjoying this, basking in the power she had over him.

"Both feet," she said. "Fifteen minutes each. Don't stop until I tell you to."

The minutes dragged on. David's arms began to ache. His fingers cramped. But he kept going, pressing and kneading like his life depended on it.

"Mmm," Olivia continued, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her face. "You're really good at this, David. I'm impressed. Mmm. Right there. That's the spot."

She was in ecstasy, her body relaxed, her head tilted back. And David was on his knees, serving her like a servant in a medieval court.

When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down at him with something like approval. "That was wonderful," she said. "You've earned a reward."

His heart leaped. A reward? Was she finally going to show him kindness? Was she going to give him back his phone? Maybe even give him a few minutes of actual rest?

Then she reached into her apron pocket and pulled out his phone. She held it up, and for a moment, he thought she was going to return it.

Instead, she placed it on the table, just out of his reach. "You can have this back at the end of the day," she said. "If you behave."

His hope crumbled. "But you said—"

"I said you earned a reward," she said, cutting him off. "I didn't say you'd get your phone back. That's a separate matter."

She pulled out the contract and turned to the blank page. "Now, I'm going to make this official. This foot massage thing? It's going to be a rule."

She wrote quickly, her pen scratching against the paper. Then she turned the contract toward him.

He read the new words: "Rule 4: David will give Olivia a foot massage during every lunch break. Fifteen minutes per foot, or longer at Olivia's request. He will not stop until she tells him to."

"Agreed?" she asked, her eyes glittering.

He looked at the new rule, then at Olivia's triumphant face. He wanted to refuse. He wanted to tell her this was degrading, humiliating, wrong. He wanted to walk out of the bakery and never look back.

But he didn't. He couldn't.

He nodded.

"Good boy," she said, patting his head like he was a dog. "Now, since you're not using your break for anything productive, I need you to organize the supply closet. It's a mess. Everything needs to be labeled and sorted."

"But my break just started," he said weakly. "I haven't even had time to—"

"Your break ended when you finished the massage," she said, her voice cold. "That's the new rule. You work through your break. You do what I say. And you don't complain."

She stood up, stepping over him like he was nothing. "I'll be in the front if you need me. But you won't need me, will you? You'll be busy."

She walked away, leaving him alone in the storage room.

David stared at the supply closet. It was a disaster—boxes stacked haphazardly, bags of flour spilling across the floor, old equipment gathering dust in the corners.

He didn't want to organize it. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear.

But he couldn't. He had to obey. He had no choice.

He started organizing the closet, his movements slow and mechanical. His arms ached. His back screamed. And his stomach was still churning from the burned croissants.

An hour later, Olivia appeared in the doorway. She was holding his phone.

"I've decided to be generous," she said, holding it out to him. "You've been working hard, and you haven't complained. You deserve a reward."

His heart leaped with hope. "Thank you," he said, reaching for the phone.

She pulled it back, just out of his reach. "But I have one more task for you first."

"What kind of task?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"The front windows need cleaning," she said. "Inside and out. I want them spotless. And when you're done, you can have your phone back."

He stared at her. The windows. The front windows. They were huge, floor-to-ceiling glass panels that stretched across the entire front of the bakery. Cleaning them would take hours.

"But my break is almost over," he said. "I don't have time."

"Then you'll have to work through your break," she said, her voice sweet and cruel. "And don't worry—I'll add it to your contract later. A rule about window cleaning. It's good to be thorough, don't you think?"

She walked away, leaving him alone with his despair.

David didn't clean the windows. He couldn't. His body had given up. He sat on the floor of the storage room, his head in his hands, and cried.

He was trapped. He was broken. He was losing himself, piece by piece, and he didn't know how to stop it.

He thought about leaving. He thought about quitting. But every time he tried to imagine walking away, he saw Olivia's face. Her smile. Her laugh. The way she had touched his cheek on that first day.

He still loved her. He still believed she could love him back.

And that belief was the most dangerous thing of all.

Chapter 1

Chapter 8

Hello! My apologies for the long wait between posts. Since it's been so long, I'm posting the next two chapters here together. Enjoy ;)

(All characters are consenting adults)

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Chapter 9 - The Roommate

Preston Roberts was caught.

Dressed in his new uniform and locked in a chastity cage, he had just been spotted by his roommate.

Preston tries not to panic. He knew it would happen eventually, but he had no excuses prepared.

Max steps into the hallway, eyeing Preston up and down. Max was about 5’11’’, with olive skin and green eyes. His hair clung to his face in a short brown buzz cut. He was no bodybuilder, but he was much bulkier than Preston. He wore jeans, sneakers, and a red football jersey.

“What are you supposed to be? Some kind of slutty schoolboy? I knew you were into some freaky shit, but THIS… this is wild even for you”. Max laughed.

“I… I can explain”, Preston stammered. He wasn’t sure if he could explain.

“Save it”, Max replied. “You texted me an address last night. We both know what that means.”

Preston had nothing to say. His social life was ruined.

Max began to pull his phone from the front pocket of his baggy jeans. “My friends are gonna love this”, he laughed. 

Preston and Max had been friends since freshman year, when they were paired up as random roommates. They had seen each other naked plenty of times, and they knew almost everything about each other, but this was too far.

Preston knew he had to act quickly. He put down the garment bags and sank to his knees.

“Please don’t! I’ll explain everything… I’ll do anything you want”, Preston begged. His fists were clasped together and he was on the verge of tears. 

Max paused, considering his pathetic roommate’s plea. Tears were welling up in Preston’s eyes.

After a tense moment, Max smirked. “Did you say… you’ll do anything?”

“Yes! Max, I'll do whatever you want!” Preston answered too quickly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

A mischievous look crossed Max’s face. “Get up, faggot. We’re gonna have some fun.”

Stunned, Preston struggled to his feet. He had always thought of Max as straight. He had girls over all the time. Preston wanted to ask, but it wasn’t worth pushing his luck. Max was usually pretty chill, but seeing Preston like this brought out a new side of him.

As Preston followed Max towards the living room, he remembered that time sophomore year. They were both drunk, but Preston sucked Max’s cock after both boys failed to score at a party that night. It was a one time thing, and they hadn’t spoken about it since.
They walked into the living room, with a big sofa and a coffee table on a carpeted floor in front of a flat screen tv. Max pushed the coffee out from in front of the couch, clearing space on the carpet, as Preston stood watching.

Without a word, Max got behind Preston, bending to kiss his roommate’s neck. Preston let out a loud moan, and Max laughed.

“I bet you’ve always wanted this… Haven’t you, faggot?”

“Y- Y- Yes Sir” Preston stammered between moans. Maybe getting caught by his roommate would have some benefits. 

Max grinned. “Sir? I like the sound of that, bitchboy.”

The wet spot in his tighty whities was growing. By now, precum was staining the crotch of his uniform shorts. 

Max looked down over Preston’s shoulder, noticing the wet spot. “Wow, looks like you’re really enjoying this huh?”

Preston hardly had time to react as his “straight” roommate reached one hand towards his crotch. 

Max groped at Preston’s bulge, and a look of surprise crossed his face as he made contact with the plastic. “What the fuck is this?”

Preston’s face turned red. This won’t end well. “I- I can explain”, he stuttered.

Max laughed. “Well well well… Let’s find out what we’re working with here.”

Max pushed Preston backwards, and he stumbled into a seated position on the couch. Preston had a look of terror on his face as he stared up toward his roommate. Max was enjoying tormenting him.

“Show me”, Max said, calmly.

Preston gulped. “What?”

“I said… show me”, Max repeated, forcefully. “Or I’ll tell everyone we know about the weird shit you’re into.”

Preston shuddered. He didn’t think Max would actually do that to him, but he didn’t want to risk calling his bluff.

Max pulled out his phone, reminding Preston just how easy it would be to expose him.

Preston quickly unbuttoned the clasp of his shorts before unzipping the fly, revealing his wet tighty whities. The black plastic cage was completely visible through the soaked white cotton.

“Whoa, are you some kinda sissy? Let me see”, Max said.

“It’s not like that”, Preston whined. 

“Dude, it’s totally like that.” Max gestured with his phone, “come on, show me.”

Preston sighed, taking a breath before pulling down the front of his briefs.

Max laughed, delighted. “Wow, it’s so small. How did you even fit in there?”

Preston had no reply. 

Max stepped forward, bending down to feel Preston's locked cock and balls. “If I knew you were like this, I’d have let you give me more blowjobs.” 

Preston’s face got even redder. He secretly always hoped it would happen again.

Max flopped down next to Preston on the couch, his attitude becoming playful. “Dude, you have to tell me all about this.”

Max put his arm around Preston, like the best of friends.

“So… Last night I met this guy…” Preston began.

“Ooh! What was he like?” Max interrupted.

“You gotta let me tell the story”, Preston replied.

“Anyways… He’s an older guy, real business type, wears suits all the time… His name is Brad. So this guy Brad, He told me he wanted to own me as his submissive, and I guess I’ve secretly always kinda wanted something like that.”

Max stared open mouthed as Preston continued. “So to make a long story short, he locked this thing on my dick, paddled my ass, and forced me to wear this uniform.”

“Wow”, Max said. “And you just let him do all this? You must be really submissive. And I bet your ass is so red.”

Preston stood up, lifted his vest, and took the suspenders off his shoulders. As his shorts came down, Preston kicked off his loafers, stepping out of his shorts and underwear.

Preston held up the back of his sweater and blazer, giving a full view of his sore ass to his roommate.

Max gasped before reaching a hand out to touch Preston’s red butt cheeks. His expression changed, darkening. 

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna have some fun.”

Chapter 10 - Double Trouble

Less than a day ago, Preston Roberts was just like any other college twink. Now he had a chastity cage on his cock, no key, a daily uniform, and two Dominants to serve. 

He hadn’t planned on exposing himself to his roommate Max so quickly, but it happened. Now, Max seemed to enjoy humiliating him. 

Preston’s recently-paddled ass was on display for his roommate. He cringed as Max delivered a smack to his left cheek.

“Come on. I know you like it, faggot”, Max said.

Preston whimpered. He did like it.

Max proceeded to give Preston a brutal hand spanking, playing each cheek like a drum set as the boy continued to whine. Preston’s ass would definitely be bruised tomorrow.

Once his roommate’s ass was sufficiently red, Max grabbed Preston by the tie. “Get on your knees, faggot.”

“Yes Sir”, Preston complied, dropping to his knees on the carpet. Following orders was becoming second-nature for him.

Max took off his belt before unbuckling his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles. He pulled down his boxer shorts, his cock springing out from the waistband.

Max’s hard dick was not quite as large as Brad’s, but still much bigger than Preston’s. It was around 6 inches at full mast, and thankfully not quite as thick.

Pulling on Preston’s tie, Max guided the boy’s mouth to his waiting member. Preston opened his lips, parting to take in the head. 

Preston felt embarrassed. Not even a few hours had passed and he was already on his knees again, doing what faggots do.

Max kept pulling on his tie, guiding him up and down with speed and precision. Max’s cock didn’t taste quite as good as Brad’s, but the scent of sweat made Preston’s cage strain. 

After deepthroating a nine-inch dick last night, Preston had no trouble getting all the way down to the base of Max’s shaft. Max’s moans became higher pitched as Preston kept sucking.

Preston was preparing to swallow another load when the pressure on his neck ceased. He looked up at Max, confusion on his face.

“No… not like this. I’m gonna shoot my load all over your faggot face”, Max declared. 

Max stood up, towering over Preston, and began jerking his cock. He pushed Preston backwards, and the boy fell into a seated position.  

Preston wanted to move, afraid of staining his clothes, but Max grabbed his tie. To his horror, Preston was pinned in place as Max ground his tie into the couch.

Before Preston could think to loosen his tie, Max let out a loud groan. 

“Aww yeah, sit there and take it, faggot”, Max moaned. 

In seconds, Max was shooting rope after rope of cum as Preston squirmed. The first rope landed squarely in the center of Preston’s face, another landed his tie, and more squirts landed on his blazer and vest. 

Once Max was finished cumming, Preston’s face was covered in cum, and his uniform was practically ruined.

Max smirked, pulling out his phone without releasing his grip on Preston’s tie. He proceeds to snap multiple pictures of Preston on his knees covered in cum.

“Hey! Why did you do that?” Preston panics.

“Relax… it’s just some insurance so you’ll keep doing what I want”, Max said.

Max turned the phone, showing the pictures to Preston. His cum-covered face, disheveled uniform, knee socks, and straining chastity cage were all visible.

“Please please please don’t show those to anybody”, Preston begged. He was genuinely distressed at this point, but his caged cock pulsed knowing Max had so much power over him.

Max threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey! I promise I won’t show them to anyone. It’s just something for me to jerk off with later… if you don’t wanna help me out.”

“Yes Sir”, Preston said with a resigned sigh. He had no choice now.

Preston stayed seated on the floor, cum drying on his face, as Max picked up the tv remote and turned on a football game.

After a few minutes without speaking, Max breaks the tension. “Dude, are you ok?” 

Preston sighed. “It’s fine… the last day or so have just been a lot for me, and that was intense.”

“Aww man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything. I just thought you liked being dominated, and I gotta admit, you look sexy in that outfit with that thing on your dick”. 

Preston smiled. “Thanks.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Max wisecracked.

Preston rolled his eyes. “Thanks… Sir.”

“That’s more like it”, Max chuckled.

“You know…” Max started. “You don’t have to wear that outfit if that Brad guy isn’t around. It looks great on you, but nobody will stop you if you wanna take it off.”

“You’re right”, Preston said.

Preston cleaned the cum off his face with a towel and tried his best to wipe the stains for his clothes, before taking the uniform off and walking towards his room to get some clean clothes.

“Hey, why don’t you come here for a bit?” Max called from the living room.

Preston turned and walked towards Max, joining his roommate on the couch in nothing but his socks and his chastity cage. Preston leaned his head on Max’s shoulder, and the two boys cuddled. 

“What’s that thing on your dick called anyway?” Max asked.

“It’s a chastity cage. It’s supposed to help me learn discipline or something when I can’t cum”, Preston replied.

“Can’t you just take it off and wank?” Max questioned. 

Preston laughed. “Nope! I don’t have the key.”

“Dude, that sucks. I guess maybe I’ll have to help you out”, Max offered.

“You wish!” 

The two boys broke out into raucous laughter before settling back into their cuddle.

They spent the rest of the day like that, lazing around the house, Max watched some TV, with Preston taking breaks from cuddling to fetch his roommate snacks and drinks. After a while, Preston fell asleep on Max’s shoulder.

Max picked up a sleeping Preston, carrying the boy to his bedroom. Max tucked Preston in, admiring how peaceful he looked in his sleep.

Part 3:

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I woke to the quiet sound of the bedroom door and the faint clink of a mug being set on the nightstand. The mattress dipped. A warm mouth brushed my forehead, then lingered there for a second longer than necessary.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

Brigit was already dressed in a light robe. She handed me the coffee and sat cross-legged beside me, her own mug cradled in both hands. The key necklace rested against her neck.

We stayed like that for a while, talking about nothing in particular. The weekend, the movie, how the pizza had been better than expected. Her free hand rested lightly on my thigh the entire time, fingers occasionally brushing the edge of the smaller cage as if by accident.

Eventually she set her empty mug aside and stretched.

“Change of plans for today. My friends invited me to a barbecue starting at midday. I told them I’m bringing my boyfriend.”

“Don’t act so suprised stupid, yes, I am talking about you. You’re coming with me. Pack whatever you need for a few hours outside. We’re leaving in about an hour and a half.”

I nodded.

“Good. Bathroom. Cleaning time.”

I walked ahead of her. She followed, closed the door, and without hesitation she unlocked the tight little cage like she just wants to get this over with. The second the metal came free my cock sprang up, already half-hard and climbing the rest of the way in seconds.

Brigit stared at it, then delivered a sharp, open-handed slap on my cock.

“Who gave you permission to get hard?”

“No one, Mistress.”

“Then why is it pointing at the ceiling like it owns the place?”

She gave it another light slap, watching it throb.

“Look at you. One click of the lock and you’re already leaking on my bathroom floor. Pathetic.”

She soaped her hands and began cleaning me with deliberate, strokes under the head, along the shaft, around the balls while she kept talking in that soft, amused voice.

She rinsed, then stroked once more, slow enough to make my hips twitch.

“Stay still. If you start thrusting into my hand I’m keeping you the smaller cage the enitre next week."

I stayed motionless while she finished. When she was satisfied she dried me off, then picked up the tighter cage again.

“As agreed smaller one for today. Normal size tomorrow if you behave.”

She slowly forced the small cage back down my cock while it was still struggling from the excitement. The fit was even tighter after a night of swelling. When the lock finally clicked she gave the whole thing a testing tug.

“There. Now you have even less room to misbehave. Perfect for a public outing.”

We stepped into the shower together. She ordered me to wash myself thoroughly first, then turn and wash her. I soaped her shoulders, back, breasts, stomach, then knelt to clean between her legs and her ass, taking the time. She stood under the spray with her eyes closed, occasionally correcting the pressure of my hands or telling me to go slower.

When we stepped out she toweled off, walked to the mirror naked and began her makeup.

“Behind me. Mouth on my ass. Stay there until I say otherwise.”

I moved into place, naked except for the tight cage and pressed my lips between her cheeks. She continued blending foundation and lining her eyes as if I were furniture, only occasionally shifting her weight while I was licking and kissing her ass.

“Look at us, romantic, isn’t it?” She chuckled softly.

“Don’t stop. And don’t get any ideas your tongue stays away from my pussy. We’re on a schedule.”

She kept dropping little comments between brushes how purple the cage looked this morning, how obvious it was that I was already leaking again.

Finally she set the last product down.

“Enough. Dress me.”

I followed her into the bedroom. She had already laid out a casual summer outfit a short sundress, light bra and panties, flat sandals. I helped her into each piece while she stood still, watching me work. The dress was short and she looked so hot. When I knelt to slip the sandals onto her feet she rested one hand on my head, absently stroking my hair like I was a particularly well-trained pet.

She clipped the key necklace back into place, checked herself in the mirror, then turned.

“You’re still naked. Get dressed. Quickly. I’m ready and I don’t like waiting.”

I scrambled into jeans and a simple shirt. The smaller cage pressed uncomfortably against the fabric the moment I zipped up. She watched the whole process with open amusement.

At the door she paused, one hand on the handle, and looked at me with a different expression.

“In public we’re a normal couple. You’re my boyfriend. You call me Brigit. No ‘Mistress, no obvious desperation. Be yourself. Enjoy the day. If anyone asks how we reconnected, stick to the truth we ran into each other and things just happened. Clear?”

“Yes… Brigit.”

She smiled, genuine this time, and opened the door.

“Good. Let’s go have some fun, drink some wine and overeat some of that grilled meat.”

The barbecue was fun. I helped at the grill, talked with people I already knew or had seen around town, and spent most of the afternoon sitting beside Brigit like any other couple. Small city, same old faces. She drifted off a few times to laugh and whisper with Annette. I couldn’t tell if the looks meant anything or I’m just being paranoid thinking they are talking about me. We stayed later than planned, both of us a little drunk by the time we got home around 11 PM.

She stopped me on the doorstep, kissed me slow, and smiled.

“It feels so good to be back together.”

We stepped inside. The door closed. She turned and simply looked at me while I stood there in the dim hallway.

Then her hand cracked across my face hard enough to make my ears ring.

The soft expression vanished. Her voice dropped into something cold.

“On your knees. Right fucking now!”

I dropped. She stepped in, seized my ear, and yanked my head down until my cheek almost touched the floorboards.

“Where are you?”

“In your apartment, Mistress.”

She twisted harder.

“I didn’t ask for the address. Where. Are. You.”

“At your feet, Mistress.”

“Whom are you with?”

“You. Only you, Mistress.”

“Is it just the two of us in this place?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then explain to me why you were still standing like some equal the second that door closed. Who the fuck do you think you are that you get to stand in my presence when we’re alone?”

"I’m your locked chastity slave.”

She shoved my head lower with the sole of her shoe until my forehead pressed the floor.

“Where is your place?”

“On the floor. Below you. At your feet.”

“And who am I?”

“My Mistress. My owner. The woman who owns every part of me.”

She kept the pressure on my head for a long moment, then slowly lifted her foot. Heels clicked against the wood.

"You need to remember that the second we are alone, the boyfriend disappears and the property remains.”

She stopped in front of me, grabbed a fistful of hair, and forced my face up.

“Look at me when I speak to you. Who owns the cock between your legs?”

“You do, Mistress.”

“Who decides if it ever gets unlocked again?”

“You, Mistress.”

“Who can add another week, or a month, simply because she feels like watching you suffer?”

“You, Mistress.”

“And what will you do if I decide right now, while you’re still half-drunk and throbbing inside that cage, to keep you locked until the end of next month?”

“Nothing, Mistress. I accept it. I have no say.”

She smiled, slow and vicious.

“Correct. You have no say. You never did. You only get to kneel here and answer while I decide how much more desperate I want you.”

She released my hair, then slapped me again.

“Say the words. Tell me exactly what you are in this apartment.”

“I am your locked chastity slave, Mistress. A toy. Property. Nothing more."

“And what happens the moment that door closes?”

“The boyfriend is gone. Only the slave remains.”

“Good.” She crouched in front of me, one finger lifting my chin so our eyes met. The key swung between us on its chain.

“You looked almost proud of yourself today. Helping at the grill. Sitting beside me like you belonged at that table as an equal. Did it make you feel like a real man again for a few hours?”

“…A little, Mistress.”

“A little.” She laughed, soft and ugly.

“And now look at you. Cheek red from my hand, forehead still marked by the floor, cock locked so tight it’s probably purple again. That is the truth of what you are.”

She tapped the front of my jeans with one finger, right over the cage. “This pathetic, denied thing that exists to stay hard and useless for my entertainment.”

You are my boyfriend, but this is not a normal relationship between equals. You are here to be locked, denied, and put on the spot whenever it amuses me.”

Her hand slid into my hair again, pulling my head back until my throat was exposed.

“Who decides whether you get to cum next Sunday?”

“You do, Mistress.”

“Who decides whether that chance even exists by then?”

“You, Mistress.”

“And if I wake up tomorrow and decide the smaller cage stays on for the entire week, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“If I decide there will be no orgasm at all next weekend, only more denial and more teasing, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“If I decide to keep you locked through the entire next month and make you watch me cum every single night while you stay desperate and ignored, what do you say?”

My cock throbbed hard against the steel.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

She released my hair and stepped in front of me again.

“That is exactly why the cage stays on. Because you need it. Because without it you might start thinking you still have rights. What are you allowed to want?”

“Only what you allow me to want.”

“What happens if you forget your place again the next time a door closes?”

“I get punished, Mistress. Harder. Longer.”

“And do you deserve any of the soft treatment I gave you in public today?”

“…No, Mistress.”

“Correct. You don’t. You deserved exactly what you’re getting now kneeling, red-faced, locked, and reminded that the second we are alone you are nothing but a desperate little toy I keep for my own amusement.”

She stood, smoothed her dress, and pointed toward the bathroom.

“Shower. Now. Move.”

I scrambled up. She followed close, and impatient the entire way.

“Faster. Clothes off the second you’re inside. Hot water. Soap everywhere. Don’t make me wait.”

I stripped and stepped under the spray. She joined me almost immediately, already naked, the key still around her neck. The water ran over both of us while she kept talking.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now. Sitting through that whole barbecue smiling and laughing while this cage kept you locked and useless… I kept thinking about how I’m going to use you tonight. How I’m going to make you fuck me the way you used to, while that pathetic locked cock stays trapped and ignored underneath the strap-on. I want to feel my legs shaking. I want to come so hard I can’t speak. I want you to overpower me, pin me down, and drive into me like the man you were before I owned you. Do you understand how much I need that right now?”

She pushed the soap into my hands.

“Wash me, don’t you dare rush the intimate parts. I want your hands thorough while I tell you exactly how I’m going to use you.”

I soaped her body under the hot water, fingers sliding over her skin while she continued, voice growing more explicit with every sentence.

“I’m aching for it. My pussy has been throbbing since we left. I want to be fucked until I’m dripping down my thighs and can’t hold myself up. I want you on your knees first so I can edge myself on your tongue, slow, stopping every time I get close, until I’m so desperate I’m shaking. Then I’m going to put the strap-on over that little cage of yours and order you to fuck me like you used to when this cock still belonged to you. Hard. Fast. No holding back. Grab my hips, slam into me, make me take every thrust until I come. The entire time your real cock will stay locked, leaking, aching, completely useless while I use the fake one to get exactly what I need. That contrast is what makes me so wet I can barely stand.”

She turned so I could wash her back and the cleft of her ass, still talking without pause.

“I’m going to come tonight as many times i want and you will not. You will stay hard and denied and grateful that I even let you fuck me with the strap on. When I finally tell you to fuck me, I don’t want the careful, obedient slave. I want the version of you that used to pin me down and take what he wanted. Overpower me. Make me feel it for days. Clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She shut off the water, stepped out, and tossed me a towel.

“Dry me. Then dry yourself. Fast. We’re going to the bedroom.”

In the bedroom she pointed to the bottom drawer.

“Strap-on. The black one that fits over the cage. Put it on. Kneel at the foot of the bed. No restraints this time.

I stepped into the harness. The realistic dildo sat firmly over the tight metal cage, the base pressing against the steel with every movement. I knelt. She climbed onto the mattress, spread her legs, and looked down at me with open hunger.

“Tongue. Now. Edge me. Slow. I decide when you stop and when you start again.”

I leaned in and licked. She was already soaked. Her taste filled my mouth as I worked in long, steady strokes, circling her clit, dipping lower, then returning. She kept one hand in my hair, guiding the pressure, stopping me every time her breathing quickened.

“Not yet… stop. Stay still.”

A few seconds of stillness, her thighs trembling.

“Again. Deeper. Suck.”

She edged herself like that for a long time bringing herself right to the brink, then yanking my head back, making me wait while she breathed through it, then forcing my mouth back onto her. The wet sounds filled the room. Her hips rolled against my face. Precum leaked steadily from the cage beneath the harness, ignored.

Finally her voice turned sharp.

“Enough teasing. Fuck me! The way you used to. Don’t you dare hold back.”

I stood, positioned the dildo at her entrance, and thrust in. She was dripping. The moment I started moving she locked her legs around me and ordered,

“Harder. Deeper. Grab my hips and use me.”

I did. I fucked her slamming into her with the full force she wanted. The cage beneath the harness tugged and rubbed with every thrust, a constant, humiliating reminder that my real cock was locked and useless while I gave her exactly what she craved. She met every stroke, nails digging into my back, voice breaking into moans and commands.

She came the first time hard, body seizing, a long broken cry as her pussy clenched around the dildo. I kept thrusting through it exactly as ordered. She barely had time to catch her breath before she was pulling me deeper again.

“Again. Don’t you dare slow down.”

The second orgasm hit faster, wetter, her legs shaking so violently I had to hold her hips steady while she rode it out. Spit and her own wetness slicked the harness. My locked cock throbbed uselessly underneath, leaking freely.

She pushed me back just long enough to roll onto her stomach, ass raised.

“From behind. Make me cum again!”

The angle let me go deeper. She reached under herself and rubbed her clit while I slammed into her, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. Her third orgasm tore through her with a raw, helpless sound, body collapsing forward onto the mattress.

I stayed buried inside her until the last waves faded, breathing hard, the tight cage still crushing my real cock, precum dripping onto the sheets.

She stayed face-down for a long moment, then looked back over her shoulder with a satisfied smile.

“Take the strap-on off. Come here.”

I unbuckled the harness carefully, the dildo sliding free of her, and set it aside. She rolled onto her side and pulled me down beside her, guiding my body against her warm, naked skin. The tight cage still pressed uncomfortably against my thigh, cock swollen and aching inside it, precum still slowly leaking onto the sheets.

“Cuddle. That’s all you get tonight.”

I wrapped an arm around her and held still. My body stayed restless for a long while with leftover frustration, the metal bars digging in every time I shifted, mind replaying the way she had come three times while I stayed locked and used. Eventually the exhaustion from the day and the wine caught up. Her breathing slowed first. Mine followed some time later.

Monday morning the kitchen was quiet and the coffee canister empty.

“We’re going out,” she said, already pulling on jeans and a soft sweater. “I need caffeine and I’m not waiting for a delivery.”

I dressed quickly, jeans, shirt, the smaller cage still locked beneath everything and we walked the few blocks to the corner coffee shop. The place was half-full, low music, the usual weekday crowd. We ordered, then claimed a wide, worn couch in the back corner. She settled against my side, one leg tucked under her, head resting lightly on my shoulder while we waited for the drinks.

For a few minutes the conversation stayed ordinary work, the weather, nothing important. Then she smiled against my shoulder and said,

“Annette texted me this morning. Said she had a good time seeing us together yesterday.”

The barbecue came back in a flash the two of them whispering, the quiet laughter, Annette’s eyes flicking toward me more than once.

“That reminded me. Yesterday when you two were whispering and giggling… and she kept looking over at me. You didn’t say anything about our private life, did you?”

Brigit lifted her head just enough to meet my eyes. She glanced around the coffee shop, then leaned in closer and dropped her voice.

“No, of course not. I didn’t have to. She’s been my best friend since we were small kids, silly. She has known a long time what I am into.”

She sat back a little, still close, still speaking quietly.

“I told her ages ago on a drunk night. She was a bit weirded out by it at first, but she ended up encouraging me. Said if this is what I’m into and what I want, I should just be myself. She was right. Other people don’t know about it, but she does. She even came with me to a few events years ago. She’s not quite into what I am, but we picked up some men at the time. Slowly she became more open-minded. Anyway, that was a long time ago. She knows I keep the men I date locked and that I’m very strict. The second she saw us together she instantly knew you would be no exception. Remember I told you I’m not into that vanilla stuff.”

I swallowed. The cage felt tighter than usual under my jeans.

“So what did you tell her?”

Brigit smiled, slow and private, and kept her voice low enough that only I could hear.

“She asked, ‘If he’s your boyfriend, that means you keep him locked too?’ I said yes. Then she asked when was the last time I let you have an orgasm. I said never. That’s when she giggled… and looked at you.”

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, keeping my voice low.

“I don’t want this to get out. I’m a bit ashamed of it. I don’t want other people knowing about our private life.”

Brigit turned her head against my shoulder and spoke softly, almost gently.

“Annette can be trusted. Completely. She’s kept my secret for years, really. She never talked about it then and she won’t talk about it now. Your privacy is safe with her.”

I hesitated, then asked, “What events did you go to? What did you two actually do together?”

She glanced around the coffee shop once more and gave a small, private smile.

“I’ll tell you more when we’re back home. This isn’t quite the right spot.”

We switched to safer subjects, work, the weather, nothing that mattered and stayed like that until the cups were empty. Then we walked home in comfortable quiet.

The moment we stepped inside I dropped to my knees before the door had even finished closing. She looked down at me, satisfied, and pointed toward the bathroom.

“Shower. Cage cleaning. You’re finally allowed back into the normal-sized one today.”

I followed. She unlocked the tight little cage, cleaned me thoroughly under the warm water, and locked the larger one back into place with a solid click. The extra room felt almost luxurious after the smaller one, though my cock still pressed hard against the bars almost immediately.

After we dried off I dressed her in a deep-burgundy sheer lingerie set transparent bra, matching crotchless panties, thigh-high stockings. She clipped the collar around my neck, attached the leash, and tugged me into the bedroom.

“On your back. Don’t move.”

I lay still in the center of the bed. She stretched out on her side beside me, one hand settling over the cage, fingers idly tracing the bars while she began speaking without any prompting.

“I used to be really uncomfortable exploring this. The chastity thing. I didn’t want to go anywhere alone. I talked to a lot of weirdos online and had some pretty negative experiences. So one night I asked Annette to come with me to an event in a bigger city. I told her if we didn’t have fun we could just leave and find something else to do.”

Her fingertips kept moving slowly over the metal, occasionally pressing just enough to make me twitch.

“We ended up picking up two submissive men who were friends with each other, the same way we were with Annette. I told them Annette had only come along because of my desire...she didn’t want me going alone.

She actually enjoyed a man who listened properly and satisfied her, but the two of them never really clicked. I did fairly well with his friend… but it was never a relationship like this one. That was mostly sex and me experimenting.

With you it’s different. I take you seriously. Yes, I enjoy calling you my slave and my sex toy and my property but I actually want this to work. I really like you.”

She gave the cage a slow, deliberate squeeze. A bead of precum welled up and slid down the bars onto her fingers. She didn’t comment on it.

“We used to travel most weekends to another city to meet that man. Annette’s side of things never worked out and that relationship quickly fell apart. After a while she got more involved though. She was curious after the stories I told her. She ‘borrowed’ my slave a few times he stayed locked the whole time. She liked the idea of being a little vindictive with her ex-boyfriend’s best friend after their breakup.”

Brigit’s voice stayed calm, almost conversational, while her hand never left the cage.

“We didn’t really play together much. Sometimes I’d let my slave go into her room, lick her to orgasm, or leave him tied up with her for a while. I’m not entirely sure what they did after that. One night though…” She started giggling softly. “The guy was desperately begging to cum. She strapped a little vibrator to his cage and made him stand there and take it until he came inside the metal. Me and Annette just sat on the couch and watched.”

My cock throbbed hard against the bars, already swollen and steadily leaking under her fingers.

“After that Annette said she’d kind of had enough of the whole thing and it was probably better for her to stop the trips. Once they broke whatever off, she didn’t have a reason to keep going anyway.”

She looked down at the wet metal, smiled, and gave it another light stroke.

“One day I’ll surely make you cum in your cage too.”

She felt the cage twitch hard under her fingers the moment she finished the story. A fresh bead of precum slid down the bars. Her smile sharpened into something cold and interested.

“Well, well. Look at that. What is this little reaction?” She gave the metal a firm, testing squeeze. “Does that turn you on? Two fully clothed women making a locked slave stand there and cum inside his cage while they watch from the couch?”

I swallowed. The pressure of her hand was already deliberate.

“Not… not exactly that, Mistress.”

“Then what, exactly?” Her grip tightened another degree.

“I felt your dick twitching and jumping. Don’t insult me by pretending it didn’t. Speak.”

“It’s more… the two women part. Annette being there.”

She stared at me for a long second, eyes narrowing, then let out a short, humorless laugh.

“Annette. So you’re getting turned on by my best friend.”

“I didn’t mean it like that”

“You didn’t mean what?” She squeezed harder, the bars pressing uncomfortably into the swollen head of my cock.

“You just admitted the thing that made this locked cock twitch was the idea of Annette being involved. My closest friend. The woman I’ve known since we were teenagers. The one who already knows you’re locked and denied and crawling for me. And now you’re lying here leaking because of her. Explain yourself.”

My free hand twitched against the sheets. The pressure was building past comfortable into something sharper.

“I… I’m sorry, Mistress. It was just the story. The image of the two of you”

“The image of the two of us,” she repeated slowly “Two fully dressed women. One of them my best friend. Watching a man cum in his cage. And that is what gets my property hard. Not me holding the key. Not me deciding your sentence. Annette???”

"No Mistress, that is not what I meant, just the two of you are so hot and imagined you two with me."

“You are lying in my bed with my hand around your cage, and you are telling me you’re getting hard over Annette. Do you have any idea how that sounds coming out of your mouth?”

The squeeze intensified. Real discomfort edged into pain. My unrestricted hand moved on pure instinct, reaching down toward the metal.

The second my fingers brushed the cage her expression went ice-cold.

“Did I give you permission to touch that?”

I froze mid-reach. “No, Mistress”

“Then why is your hand on my property?” She released the cage only long enough to slap my wrist away hard enough to sting. “You do not get to interfere. You do not get to ease the pressure because it hurts. You stay exactly where I put you and you take whatever I decide to do to this locked cock. Clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Say it fully. I want to hear every word.”

“I do not get to touch the cage without permission. I stay still and take whatever you decide to do to it, Mistress.”

She wrapped her hand around the cage again and squeezed with slow, deliberate cruelty, watching my face the entire time.

“You reached for it because it hurt. Because I was making it uncomfortable on purpose. And the entire time you’re still hard. Still leaking. Still thinking about Annette while I punish this cock for reacting to her.”

My hips shifted helplessly against the mattress.

“I’m not trying to think about her, Mistress. It was just the way the story landed”

“The story I told you. About my past. About my best friend. And instead of listening like a good, focused slave you started getting off on it. Look at you. Face flushed. Breathing hard. Cock throbbing against the steel while I talk about another woman. Do you understand how disrespectful that is to the person who actually owns you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough. I want details. What exactly went through your head when I described Annette strapping that vibrator on and making him stand there until he came in the cage?”

I forced the words out, cheeks burning. “I pictured it. The two of you fully dressed on the couch. Him locked, desperate, shaking. You watching with her, enjoying his suffering and giggling.”

“And that made you harder.”

“…Yes, Mistress.”

“Because of her.”

“…Partly, but mainly because of how you told the story.”

She stared at me, eyes narrowed to slits.

“Partly. So my best friend is part of the reason my locked slave is leaking all over my sheets right now. While I am the one holding the key. You are getting aroused by the idea of another woman being involved in your denial.”

“I don’t want her involved, Mistress. It was just the mental image”

“Do you think I enjoy knowing my property is getting hard for someone else while I’m right here controlling it?”

“No, Mistress. I don’t want you to feel that way. I’m sorry.”

“Then explain yourself properly. Why did the mention of Annette make this cage jump the way it did?”

I swallowed hard, the discomfort in the cage making it difficult to think clearly.

“Because… she’s close to you. Because she already knows what you do to the men you date. Because the idea of two women who both understand the cage and the denial… it hit something. I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t have reacted. But it happened and I couldn’t stop it.”

Brigit stared at me for a second longer… then burst out laughing.

The sound was bright and sudden, completely breaking the cold tension she had built. She released the crushing pressure on the cage and instead gave it a light, almost affectionate pat.

“Oh my god. You should see your face right now."

She kept laughing, shaking her head.

“I was just messing with you. Joking. You silly thing. I know exactly how turned on you are after being locked this long without a single orgasm. Of course you can’t control yourself anymore. Every little story is going to make that cock jump. I’m not getting offended that easily. I do enjoy playing games with you, though. I’m not going to get jealous over something like this.”

She propped herself up on one elbow, still smiling, and looked down at me.

“So… you really like Annette? She turns you on?”

My mind scrambled. One minute she had been furious, squeezing the cage until it hurt, accusing me of disrespect. Now she was laughing and calling it a joke. I couldn’t tell which version was real, or if this was another trap.

I answered carefully, voice uncertain.

“Yes… but all I want is to be with you, Mistress. You’re the one I want.”

She tilted her head, still looking amused.

“So what if I wanted Annette involved with you? Would you agree to that?”

I hesitated only a second.

“Only if you would want that.”

The smile vanished as if it had never been there. Her hand clamped back down on the cage, hard, and her eyes went cold and angry again, exactly the same expression as before.

“So you do admit that you want Annette?”

My stomach dropped. The sudden switch left me scrambling.

“Mistress, please, I didn’t mean it like that, I only said”

She cut me off with another bright laugh, the anger disappearing just as quickly as it had returned. She let go of the cage and poked me in the chest.

“Just kidding again. You should have seen your face. Twice in one conversation. You are so gullible. ”

She settled back onto her side, fingers returning to a light, teasing stroke over the bars.

The pressure hit me without warning. After days of constant teasing, denial, and that never-ending ache, it built so fast it felt like something inside me finally snapped. I tried to speak—tried to warn her—but only broken, stuttering sounds came out.

“M-Mistress… I… I think—”

It was already too late. The orgasm started, the first heavy surge, the stalling feeling like it was trapped and stretched out far longer than it should have been. Then my cock twitched hard against the steel and cum forced its way out in thick spurts, leaking through the bars and onto her fingers. The pleasure was there for a split second… and then the pain swallowed most of it. The metal refused to let my cock throb and pulse the way it needed to. Everything cut short. Incomplete. Barely enjoyable at all.

Brigit’s expression changed the instant she felt the wetness. Her hand left the cage and came down in a sharp, angry slap across the locked metal and my balls.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, each one harder than the last, turning the leftover pulses into pure discomfort.

I jerked back on instinct and grabbed her wrist, stopping the fourth slap.

The look she gave me was ice-cold.

She pulled her hand free slowly, deliberately, and sat up.

“You just came.”

Her voice was quiet, but there was nothing soft in it.

“You just came in my cage. Without permission. And then you put your hand on me to stop me from correcting you.”

I opened my mouth. She cut me off immediately.

“No. You will answer when I ask. Not before. First question: what rule did you just break?”

My face burned. Cum was still slowly leaking onto the sheets.

“I came without your permission, Mistress.”

“Be more precise. What exact rule?”

“No orgasms of any kind full, ruined, or otherwise without your explicit permission. I agreed to that.”

“And yet here we are.” She looked down at the wet cage with open disgust. “You felt it building. You knew what was happening. Why didn’t you say something?”

“I tried, Mistress. The words wouldn’t come out properly. It hit too fast. I’ve been so frustrated for so long that the second it started climbing I couldn’t...”

“You couldn’t control yourself.” She finished the sentence for me, voice dripping with contempt.

“That is exactly what you are going to say every time, isn’t it? ‘It was too fast. I was too desperate. I couldn’t stop it.’ Do you think that excuse works on me?”

“…No, Mistress.”

“Then why did you use it?”

“Because it’s the truth. I felt it building and I panicked. I tried to warn you and only stuttered. By the time anything coherent could come out it was already happening.”

She stared at me for a long moment, then reached down and gave the wet cage a single, punishing squeeze that forced another weak dribble out.

“Describe what you felt. In detail. I want to hear how little control you actually had.”

“And after you finished leaking all over my hand and my sheets, you grabbed me. You stopped me from disciplining you. Explain that decision.”

“I… the slaps hurt and I reacted without thinking. I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry.” She repeated the words like they were worthless. “You broke the most basic rule we have. You came without permission. You interrupted my correction. And the only thing you can offer is ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘it happened too fast.’”

She leaned closer, eyes hard.

“According to the rules you agreed to, any orgasm without explicit permission, ruined or otherwise automatically adds time to your sentence and is followed by punishment. You knew that. You’ve known it since the beginning. So tell me why I shouldn’t treat this exactly as the rules demand.”

I stayed silent for a second too long. She raised an eyebrow.

“Well?”

“You should treat it exactly as the rules demand, Mistress. I broke them. I deserve the added time and the punishment.”

“Good. Then beg me for it. Beg me to add another full week to your chastity sentence as punishment for cumming without permission.”

My face burned, but I forced the words out.

“Please, Mistress… please add another week to my sentence. I came without permission and I deserve to stay locked longer for it. Please punish me with an extra week of chastity.”

She studied me for a moment, then gave a short nod.

“Accepted. One week added. Now, while I’m feeling generous enough to let you participate in your own punishment, you’re going to make up the 11th rule you will follow from now on permanently. You get three attempts. If I don’t like any of them, I add yet another week. You’ll have until I get back from my work trip to think about it and present them properly. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” Her expression hardened again.

“I’m also extremely pissed off that you just wasted all that carefully built frustration. Days of denial, all that aching and leaking, and you go and ruin it with an unauthorized, incomplete little orgasm. So now you’re going to practise control.”

She reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out a magic wand. The thick head buzzed to life with a low, powerful hum. She pressed it directly against the underside of the cage, right where the head of my cock was trapped against the bars.

The vibration shot through the metal instantly. My hips jerked.

“Stay still. Every time you get very close you will ask me quickly and clearly if you may have permission to cum. Every single time. If you fail to ask, or if you cum again, the consequences will be significantly worse.”

She turned the intensity up.

The first climb was brutal and fast. The ruined orgasm had done almost nothing to take the edge off, if anything the frustration came roaring back harder. Within less than a minute I was already right on the brink, cock straining against the steel, balls drawing up.

“Mistress, please may I have permission to cum?!”

She switched the wand off immediately.

“No. Keep dreaming.”

She continued, the same thing, 10 times, each time I asked she kept saying no, followed by a sarcastic or mocking comment.

Tenth. She held the buzzing head against the cage longer than before, watching my face twist, watching the desperate way my hips tried to escape and couldn’t. When I finally gasped the question she switched it off and set the wand aside.

“No. And that is ten. Look at the state of you.”

My locked cock was dark purple, throbbing visibly against the metal, balls drawn up tight and aching. Precum and the earlier cum had mixed into a slick mess all over the cage and the sheets. It felt like the ruined orgasm had never happened. The desperation was back at full force, maybe worse.

She looked down at the ruined, overstimulated state of me and then met my eyes again.

“One more thing. When you finally lost control earlier when that locked cock twitched and started leaking without permission you had just been talking about Annette. You had just admitted she was part of the reason this cage was reacting so strongly. And the very next time my hand was on you, you came.

I’m going to keep that in mind.”

I opened my mouth to explain to say the frustration had simply built too high, that Annette hadn’t been in my head.

She raised one finger.

“No. You don’t get to reply. Not to that. You will sit there in silence with that wet, purple, locked cock and you will think about the fact that the first time you broke the most important rule, my best friend’s name was still in the air.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than any of the questions. I stayed still, the last of the earlier cum cooling on the bars, the fresh, brutal denial pounding through me, and the absolute refusal to let me speak left me feeling completely defeated.

I am looking for a story that the woman was some kind of nurse or doctor and wound up stitching the bottom side of the mans penis to the area behind his balls. Later on she has him wear panties due to his parts now residing closer to a woman's anatomy.

I read this on Altar Boys website many years ago and I have since come up empty on my search to find this story on that site. Any help would be greatly appreciated!

Everyone involved in this story is over the age of 18.

After my birthday, things pretty went back to normal for me and Luke. We didn't really talk about anything that had happened, but he wasn't really ignoring me either… we just weren't talking about what had happened. Things kinda seemed to slip back into our normal routine.

That is, until a few days before his birthday, which falls about three weeks after mine.

Luke: So.. What are you gonna get me for my birthday…?

Was he serious? Not sure what he wanted so I guess my answer was genuine, if maybe a little slutty.

Me: Whatever you want bro.

Luke: Anything?

Oh fuck.

Me: Anything REASONABLE lol

Luke: Okay haha, keep the day clear then, I have something in mind.

Me: Sure… will you actually tell me what these plans are?

Luke: Nope!

What a fucker. He's lucky he gave me a great birthday present earlier.

The day before his birthday he sent me a text, telling me to keep my day clear but that he'd come pick me up in the morning and we'd go for a hike, then hang out after all day. Seemed pretty normal until he sent me a second text with my "uniform".

Luke: Wear whatever you think makes sense for the weather tomorrow, but wear your cock cage again and this time bring the keys.

Me: Sure… did you like that last time?

Luke: … Maybe… But I think you'll really like what I have in mind too.

I use my chastity devices pretty infrequently, since I didn't have a consistent / reliable key holder but I figured that night to help me ease into the possibility of wearing my cage all day for a hike I decided to wear it overnight too. The next morning I was awoken by my (failed) morning wood trying to expand in its cage, but instead of taking care of it like normal I decided to get out of bed and get ready for Luke to come pick me up.

He pulled up to my place shortly after and I hopped into his car. He looked excited and cheerful, pretty typical for him since he has a very bubbly personality. Similar to me he was wearing basketball shorts and an athletic shirt, he was wearing a baseball cap and had a bag stashed in the backseat. "Happy birthday bro!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks man!" he said as he pulled me in for a side bro hug in across the front seat console. We pulled away and shot the shit for about 30 minutes. During a lull I decided to finally ask, "So, where is this place? And is it a long hike? I don't think I can really do something too crazy while I'm in this thing" gesturing to my crotch.

Luke glanced at my mid-section briefly and answered, "Glad you're wearing your 'uniform'" he said with a chuckle. "No you don't have to worry about that, it's a quick route, probably less than an hour."

That surprised me already, because at this point we've been driving for long enough that there were closer trails nearby that we frequented without having to drive over 30 minutes one way for a quick hike. "Where are we going anyway?" I asked.

Luke's face shifted into a confident, shit-eating grin. "You'll see" is all he offered. Deciding to let him keep the mystery up, I dropped the topic and we started talking about something else.

About another 15 minutes later, we pulled into a parking lot near some kind of visitor's center or something. I finally saw the name of trail but that didn't matter, because two words on the sign stood out more than anything else.

Clothing optional.

"Oh… I see now why you wanted to come here today then." I said, dryly. I did know this about him, something he liked to talk about or do periodically. Luke was often the first to take off his shirt when he got hot. He'd be the first one to suggest a skinny dip on a hot day if there was water but nobody happened to bring trunks.

Luke pulled into a spot and killed the car engine. "Birthday boy gets what he wants!" he reminded me, as he stepped out of the car. I followed suit and soon we were in the facility locker room where we stripped and stashed all our clothes into a locker. Soon we were both naked save for our socks, caps, and running shoes. Of course, I was also sporting my little blue cock cage.

I handed Luke the keys to my cage, two small silver keys on a key ring that he took and turned away from me, tinkering with something with his back to me facing the locker. Soon he turned back around and showed me that he had put both keys on a silver chain that he clipped around his neck.

Seeing him like this, naked and ready to go out, wearing my keys around his neck put me into such a submissive state for him. I actually started to feel my knees get weak and ready to drop to serve him but caught myself at the last minute. I also tried to remind myself that I was supposed to be here for his birthday today, so I should put my interests on the back burner and see what he wanted to do.

He must have sensed my arousal though because he smiled at me and walked up close to me. So close that I had to tilt my neck up to look up at him.

"Excited?" he asked, as he moved one of his large, strong hands up to grab my throat gently.

I swallowed. "Very much sir, yes." The 'sir' slipped out completely accidentally, but I didn't regret it.

 "Good boy" he responded, gently slapping my cheek with one hand and stepping away to close the locker. He grabbed his backpack that he had where we put some of our supplies and water and thrust it to me. "Now I don't know how many people will be out today, but if we do see anybody I want you on your best behaviour - I want people to know that out there, you're mine and you'll do what I say, and I want you to carry the bag for me today, got it?"

Jokingly, I threw his bag around my shoulders and stood at attention to salute him. "Sir yes sir!" He laughed and walked past me towards the trail entrance, slapping my ass and certainly leaving a big red hand print behind as he did.

Luke and I headed out and he told me about the trail, that it's a closed loop and would probably take about an hour or so to complete. He'd come here occasionally to scratch that exhibitionist itch inside of him every now and then, but this was the first time he'd come here with somebody else.

I'd like to say that the trails were full and Luke paraded me in front of droves of spectators, and we had a 6-way gangbang with a bunch of jacked nudist bodybuilders. Unfortunately for him the trails started off fairly quiet, as it appeared for the first 10 minutes or so that we might be alone on the path, which worked out just fine for me because despite us both being naked and him literally being the keyholder for my locked cock we were chatting and having a nice time on the path.

Coming up to a bend we saw a gentleman start to round the corner though, probably in his 40's or so. As he approached I could feel his eyes scan up and down our bodies, and zero in on my cage. He smirked and was checking us out, trying to get a feel for our dynamic. Luke put any question out of the situation out of his mind as he moved in beside me and possessively put a shoulder around me to pull me in, so I could feel his body and his heat pressed up against my left side.

"Hey, how's it going?" Luke asked the stranger, not slowing down his stride.

"Morning" he answered. He quickly scanned us one more time before adding "Cute sub".

"Thank you!" Luke cheerfully responded. He gave my shoulders a shake, "What do we say?"

"T-thank you sir" I stuttered, weakly, feeling my face blush a little at the situation.

Luke moved his arm off my shoulder to tousle my cap a little, "Good boy!" he praised me, which made more blood rush into my face, among other places. By this point the stranger had just passed us but I could hear him chuckle under his breath as he continued along the path.

After I knew he was out of earshot I asked, "Was that good for you?" to my best friend.

"Oh yeah" he said immediately. "The nudity is great but I love seeing you squirm a bit… seeing you get embarrassed and at a loss for words".

I laughed and gave him a little nudge, what a psycho.

Most of rest of our walk was fairly uneventful, though we did encounter a few more nudists along our way.

At one point we came across a couple, a man and a woman. Frankly the woman looked appalled but the man looked straight ahead and refused to make eye contact with us, as we were the  Ark of the Covenant. This time around Luke didn't greet them (nor did I) but instead he loudly slapped my ass as they walked past. I yelled out a brisk "thank you sir!" afterwards, which made Luke laugh and chub up a bit in the moment.

Another time there was a younger man, somewhat twink-ish build, who stopped to talk to Luke and me. He introduced himself as Mark and asked if we were dating (no, just friends) and if Luke was my keyholder (just for today… to start). At a certain point Mark was asking me about my cage when Luke grabbed my chastity cage and answered for me, talking about me as if I wasn't there and gently tugging on me, showing off my swollen balls and gently slapping them. Luke's cock had also similarly swollen talking about this with our new naked acquaintance and he had also started to beat his cock over my cage repeatedly, as he discussed with Mark the benefits of "owning a caged boy".

Around the 45 minute mark we came across a small clearing with a bench. Luke pointed out to the bench and announced, "I've jerked off at least twice here at this bench", as casually as if he was declaring the type of car he drives or discussing what to eat for dinner.

I was a bit too stunned from his candidness and unsure what to do or say to that I froze as Luke sat down on the bench and gestured for me to join him. I slid the bag off my shoulders and we sat and took a break to have some water.

After a moment Luke turned to me and plainly said "I think since it's my birthday you should suck me off."

I turned to him and was greeted with him looking at me expectedly. He put both his arms behind his head, showing off his pits and flexing his arms, and slumped somewhat into a relaxed position. Wordlessly, I smiled and slinked down off the bench and got on my knees between his legs and sucked in his soft cock.

"Oooh fuck yeah… this is the best. Getting my dick sucked, sun on my skin." He moved his foot around to gently tap my caged dick and as he did so he added, "Got a good cocksucker locked up and ready to serve me, isn't that right bitch?"

I mumbled an affirmative around his cock, which had now grown to it's full size in my mouth, probably somewhere around 6 inches or so. I sucked him off on and off as he directed me to suck just the tip, take his entire shaft down my throat, pull off and just suck his balls for a bit.

After a few minutes he pulled me off entirely and told me to sit on the bench. As I did he moved and hoisted one of his legs up on the bench and started furiously jerking off his cock right in front of me pointed at my face. With his free hand he grabbed my hair and positioned my face in front of his engorged cock as he moved his hand like a piston up and down his dick.

"Agghhh fuck!" he moaned, loud enough that I'm sure somebody else on the trail could have heard us. Soon Luke reached his climax and exploded hot stringy cum all over my face and chest. The first shot went straight across my face. He leaned back and moved my head further away so the second and third shot landed across my chest and stomach. I felt the rest dribble out of his cock and pool around my cage and thighs.

Luke pushed his cock back into my mouth so I could clean him up. As I did, I also felt him use his thumbs to wipe away his cum from around my eyes so I could open them, but while his cock was in my mouth I felt him slide both his thumbs into my mouth so I could suck more cum off them while he pried my lips apart.

I sucked him dry, until he started to go soft in my mouth which is when he stepped off the bench and pointed back to the bag. "Pick that up and let's get moving" he directed me.

Shocked, I asked, "Can I clean up first?" I didn't have cum in my eyes anymore but I was definitely still covered in his cum, and could feel it starting to drip in some places, and harden in others under the harsh sun.

Luke looked me up and down before he smile and said, "Nah. I like you covered in my cum. Besides…" he paused as he walked up with one hand fondled the keys around his neck. "Today, I own your cock, and I own you. So whatever I say, goes. Capisce?"

Fuck me. I felt my cock leak in its cage, and despite my brain wanting to push back the horny instincts in my just wanted to submit and agree. So I did.

The walk back was uneventful, and despite everything we were still able to mostly continue talking about whatever banal topics came across our mind. But every now and then Luke would look over his shoulder at me and smirk. At one point we were walking and he stopped me, pointed to his cock which had a bead of pre-cum at the tip, and forced me to my knees to clean him up with my mouth.

Fortunately for me (and much to Luke's disappointment) we made it back to the car without running into another traveler. There was a shower in the change room where I was able to wash up. Luke brought some soap in a travel kit and asked me to wash his broad and muscular back for him. After that, he made me get on my knees and wash his legs and feet. But he was still soft and couldn't get hard so soon after we packed up and hit the road.

We got back to his place and that's when Luke informed me about how the second half of his birthday was going to go. He brought me to his home office and pointed to his desk. "I've always wanted to get head while I gamed, so I figured today is the perfect opportunity" he announced with a huge grin on his face.

I laughed and reminded him, "OK so on my birthday, I sucked you off. But on your birthday, I still suck you off… but twice?"

Luke pulled me in for a tight embrace and said, "I know, I'm just that generous!"

We both laughed and I went to move into the office when he stopped me. "One more rule, you gotta wear this too." Luke reached into his bag and pulled out a shopping bag with a butt plug and some lube. The plug was not huge, but definitely not small either, and felt pretty hefty in my hands.

I looked at the plug and back at my best friend… how did I ever get myself in this situation? And more importantly, how did I get so lucky? I grabbed the bag from him and told him to give me a few minutes and ran into his bathroom to prep.

15 minutes later (thank god he had a bidet attachment for his toilet) I came out of the bathroom, naked, caged, plugged. Luke was also naked at this point except he was still wearing my keys around his neck. He guided me to his office and I got on my knees under the desk. I could move my head around back and forth but things were definitely a little cramped. "You good?"

"Yeah I'm ready whenever you are."

"Awesome." Luke sat in his chair and pulled in, his cock now rock hard and pointing towards me like an arrow. "I'm going to join a call too, so I'll mostly be ignoring you, but I want you to suck me off until I cum down your throat, OK?"

"Anything for the birthday boy" I reminded him, and with that I moved onto his cock and started sucking and teasing him with my tongue.

"Mhmm fuck… that's what I wanna hear. Oh and just one more thing…" I heard Luke pick up his phone and tap a few things into it for a moment, then suddenly the plug in my ass started to vibrate. Just a gently, dull, thrum but it was rattling my insides and already made my thighs start to quiver slightly. I was about to call him an asshole when I heard him join the call.

"Hey guys, let's get started."

Deciding to lean into my role, I moved forward and started to slowly suck in his shaft, just teasing and playing with my tongue around the head. He was probably a little irritated at my pacing and teasing because Luke pressed one of his big feet up against my cage and put some gently pressure on it, causing me to wince slightly in pain, but getting his message I opened up my jaw and swallowed his entire cock and began to work his cock in my mouth while he gamed.

Occasionally, in the few seconds between him dying and re-spawning, I could hear Luke pick up his phone and adjust the intensity of the vibrator. Sometimes he would just increase the intensity. Other times he would change the pattern so it would switch between a constant vibration, to a rapid pulse, then to an increasing and decreasing pattern. Each time he increased the intensity I would freeze up with his cock in my mouth, unable to move for a second or two while I got adjusted. Sometimes he'd become impatient and knock my head around a bit with his thighs to remind me what I was there for.

The entire time Luke had sounded unaffected on his call. To be fair, he was still screaming and sounded animated, but he did not sound explicitly like somebody getting sucked off by their best friend under their desk while they were locked and plugged with a vibrator. I couldn't tell you what he was saying, if he was winning or losing, or even what game he was playing. I was completely overwhelmed from trying to please the cock in front of me, or the throbbing from my own locked cock, or the vibrating dildo in my ass.

After about 15 or 20 minutes, I could tell Luke was getting close. He had even started to move his hips slightly in time with my sucking to try and bottom out in my throat when I'd suck him in.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he yelled into the call. I'm assuming because of something in the game but maybe it was for me?

"Get it! So close!"

I sucked faster and harder, taking his entire shaft into my throat each time. I reached up with one hand to play with his balls as I did.

"Yes! Yes! Got it!" Luke screamed into his call as his legs clamped down on either side of my head as his cock exploded down my throat. I could feel his cock shoot cum and hit the back of my throat but he was deep enough that I didn't taste any on my tongue, and I didn't need to even swallow. He shot his load straight down my throat into my stomach.

After a minute he relaxed his thighs and I released his cock from my mouth with a gently plop. Luke didn't move and I was still trapped under his desk for a bit, at least until he finished the game. So I decided to keep him entertained and sucked his nuts into my mouth for a bit, playing with one ball, then both at the same time. At a certain point he was able to turn down the intensity of the vibrator, but he never turned it off.

I leaned as far back as possible and started to give him a foot massage under the desk. As I worked over his left foot, he moved his right foot around, searching for my face, until he had his whole foot pressed up against my face letting me breathe in his scent as I planted soft kisses on his sole and massaged his other foot. I kept this up for at least 10 minutes before he finished his game and left his call.

"HOLY FUCK!" he yelled. He reached out a hand to help pull me up but after probably about a half hour on my knees I was pretty wobbly and he needed to help keep me up. "That was fucking crazy dude… how was that for you?"

I was a bit of a mess but I jokingly looked him in the eyes and said, "You need to turn off this vibrator now before I lose my goddamn mind!"

"Oh shit" he laughed. "Sorry let me…"

Luke grabbed his phone and after a few taps I felt the vibrator finally shut off for the first time since I put it in. Feeling an immense pressure drop, I fell back to the floor with my ass facing up and moaned a sigh of relief. But before I could fully catch my breath I felt Luke pick me up and throw me over his shoulder.

"Hey!" I yelled. "What the fuck?"

Luke slapped my ass and kept walking, bringing my to his bedroom. "No talking!" Luke threw me unceremoniously onto his bed so I was face down, then grabbed my hips and pulled my towards him so my ass was up and I was back on my knees with my face on his mattress. Before I could object I felt Luke not too gently pull the plug out of my ass as I moaned into his bed.

Luke started to slap his now hard again cock on my hole. "Fuck… look at how loose and sloppy that hole is… Want me to fuck it?"

That question was like a shot of adrenaline to me. "Yes!" I shouted into the mattress.

Luke chuckled and I heard a bottle pop open and cold lube drizzle over my crack and onto his cock. "Good boy" he said before he pushed his cock into my ass. I seized as he pushed most of his cock into me, making me feel much more full than the dildo.

In no time he was pounding my ass, he pulled me up onto all fours and was railing my ass, long-dicking me with each stroke and with so much force that I could feel my caged balls swinging back and forth. I could hear the keys on his neck clanging with each stroke. He smacked my ass and rolled me onto my back and pushed himself back into me with one push.

"Fuck-" he breathed. "I'm not gonna last much longer this ass is so good…"

"Do you. Wanna. Cum in. My Ass?" I asked, staggering with almost each word as he rammed my ass forcing the air out of me.

Luke didn't speak but he grabbed my legs and looked at me and nodded. He picked up his pace until he was jack-hammering into me and I melted into the bed in a sea of pleasure. I felt the pressure in my cock slowly built until I exploded and cum shot out of my locked cock onto my stomach - my first ever locked orgasm!

My asshole must have clenched down on him and seeing my burst Luke pushed himself deep into me and unloaded in my ass with a roar. I felt his cock pulse multiple times as he shot his cum into me, finally pulling out after a few moments.

"Fucking hell!" he exclaimed. He gestured to the mess I made on my stomach, "Did you cum without touching yourself? I didn't even know you can do that!"

"It's tough" I answered, in between heavy breaths. "But you're just that good bro! How was fucking an ass?"

"Best birthday present ever!"

Chapter 3

The triplets invited us over for dinner a week later to talk about the results of the test.
We all sit down at a square table in their apartment. The same table we all had our samples collected on.
“I’m sure you are all wondering why we waited so long to talk about the results” says Amelia.
“We wanted to run some extra tests and get more information” says Pricilla.
“We took the samples to a fertility clinic to get them evaluated and we have some good news, all three samples were extremely potent and valuable. And they said that people would pay top dollar for samples of such quality” says Anna
“We’ve been working on some supplements that will increase your production naturally.” Says Pricilla.
“The supplements are homemade but a lot of science went into them. And they can alter your bodies DNA very slightly for huge results” Says Amelia
“I would like you three to test them out for us, but you’ll have to follow our instructions to the letter. Plus we’re offering to cook all of your meals for you like good wife’s should” says Anna.
Anna cooking for me, I don’t care what they taste like I’d love to have all my meals with her.
“Gladly I’ll do it” I say even though I’m terrified of the idea
“I’d be down” says Rick
“I’m very down but there’s something I need to do first” Derick walks to Amelia and gets down on one knee and opens a ring box.
“Amelia, I swear to do anything and everything for you and to support you forever, will you marry me?” Derick proposes
“Amelia is beaming and crying and jumping up and down and eagerly accepts the ring.
We all congratulate the happy couple and there’s lots of talk. Derick offers to go down to city hall and get married right now.
“No not until after I graduate, then in the summer we will get married” says Amelia.
“Oo I want to get married then too” says Pricilla.
“That’s a great idea” says Anna
“We could all get married together” the triplets exclaim synonymously.
Before long the three girls have their laptops out and are eagerly finding a venue that can accommodate 3 weddings at the same time.
“So I guess we’re getting married the summer after graduation” says Rick to me
“Yeah I doubt we have much of a choice. Besides I’d rather marry her in a year and a half than break these three hearts at once” I say
All three are beaming and within 2 hours they’ve picked out a small mansion that has enough room for the six of us.
“The mansions kinda expensive but I think I know a way for us to make up the money” says Amelia.
“Don’t you guys have a massive trust fund from your dad?” Asked Derick
“It’s only for school, then it gets locked until we collectively as a group make three million dollars on our own, then we get full access to it” says Pricilla.
“He will pay for the wedding no worries but after that we’re on our own, as our parents want us to be able to support ourselves”
“So all three of you want to be a genetics counselor and they make about a hundred thousand a year that’s about ten years until we can all retire.” Says Rick
We take a bit and add up all our salaries and find in order to go with their dream house we would need another three thousand a month to pay the mortgage pulse living expenses.
“We forgot to add my salary” says Derick
“No we didn’t our number one goal is healthy children and you had the best sample” says Amelia
“We can’t risk stress lowering the quality” says Pricilla
“And his sex drive is the highest” says Anna
“How do you know that” i ask
Anna pulls out her computer and shows us the admin side of the app that monitors us
“Look at theses lines here notice how there’s a small bump on Derick’s every night but not on either of yours besides Rick’s had one or two over the least three weeks. At first I thought he was trying to shake the cage or jerk off but the bump is too small for that much movement. It has to be a wet dream” says Anna like those words explain how that makes him have a higher sex drive.
“And that means he is hornier?” Asks Rick
“His numbers were the highest even tho he had ejected his load the night before and every night before that” says Pricilla.
“I do always wake up in a puddle, I’ve had to put towels down”Says Derick
“We will need a way to make at least an additional
“What’s that?” I enquire
“Look at this” Amelia switches tabs on her laptop and there’s what looks like test results with a bar graph.
“Here is your counts” she shows us
All three counts are off the charts I don’t read a lot of charts but it’s easy to see compared to the average man ricks counts are five times higher.
And mine are 20 times higher than the average man.
Derick takes it to the extreme. 100x more than the average man.
“I didn’t realize Derick’s numbers were that much higher than yours” says Anna to me.
“I mean mine are still really good right” I ask
“Incredible basically worth its weight in gold, which is why I think we should sell it” proposes Amelia.
“If we can get money from it I would do it” I say
“I have some rather strict conditions I’ll want to talk to my sisters about but I’d be okay with it but not till after the wedding at then earliest” says Anna
“What about selling mine and Derick’s” asks Rick
“We could possible sell yours but Derick we want to keep only in the family” says Pricilla
“But not me and Rick?” I ask
“Well with his sperm counts and the extreme health of his semen, he is the best option for us to get pregnant” says Anna
Us to get pregnant, it dawns on me all three of them want to have Derick’s children.
“I was kinda under the impression that we would have kids together” I say to Anna
“We should explain the final goal to him” says Pricilla.
“The final goal?” I ask
“We all want to raise our children as siblings instead of cousins” says Amelia
“I mean it makes since living together and all” I say
“It would be easiest to raise them as siblings if they were siblings genetically” says Anna.
“How would that work?” I ask
“We’re identical triplets and so if we all got pregnant from the same DNA our kids would be siblings” says Amelia.
“Which is why you all want to have Derick as the father” I say
“We’ve been making Derick to all sorts of experiments and tests for us since freshman year. And he hasn’t abandoned us yet even after the year of blood testing his testosterone. Says Amelia.
“Think of it as a donor, if you were infertile an we use IVF with a donor that would be completely normal. It’s basically the same thing, Derick has the strongest swimmers so he is the best possible donor, and he will keep our kids as genetically close to siblings as possible” says Anna. She continues to explain that I may have a chance to be the breeder
“But we haven’t fully decided on Derick yet, we need to see how you guys respond to the supplements. The stuff we have in mind and have been developing is insanely strong and will affect you guys differently. It could make your counts go up slightly not at all or up to 10x higher. This stuff is so powerful is can change your muscle structure. It will most likely change your testicles and penises.” Anna finishes
“Hold on this is scary, how will it affect me down there” I ask. Rick and Derick also are staring at her in interest.
“Again we won’t know how it will affect you each individually, but it will make a suggestion to your genetic code that you should grow. It might not happen but it is a possibility. The main thing we want is to increase sperm count and health. We will be taking a similar supplement more suited for female reproduction.” Says Anna
“So what’s the goal here if you all only want to have sex with the best one of us, like what will happen with the other two?” I ask
“Our sister wrote a book on couple dynamics this would be a relationship where two of you would be supporting husbands and fathers but cuckolded in the bedroom” says Amelia.
“So one of us will be the lucky guy who fucks all three of you and the other two will watch and jerk off” asks Rick. Anna gives him a look. He holds up his hands apologetically remembering her aversion to swearing.
“Yes and no, I think it would be great benefit if the other two watch. There’s concern for jealously and for competition between you. Testosterone tends to spike during sex or masterbaition and too much could cause disruption to the group, we don’t want infighting” says Pricilla
“So how do we solve that” I ask
“We kinda already have solved that, the chastity cages will stay on unless you’re selected as breeding partner” says Anna
“Chastity tends to lead to mental pathways that result in more gentleness, increased attention and focus. And most importantly for us submission and servitude, which are amazing for husbands and fathers.” Explains Amelia
“Is everyone here okay with that or will
There be heartbreak tonight. Asks Pricilla.
Rick and Derick agrees quickly.
“Can I think about it?” I ask
“Of course and there’s no pressure at all but if you’re not please tell us soon so we can have a replacement” Says Amelia.
Anna gently grabs my hand and looks me in the eyes, I can tell her intentions are pure and she wants what she has wanted this whole time the healthiest family. “again we’re just making the best decision for our family, and remember they’ll still be mine and yours to raise. If your breeder or not” says Anna
“I think my answers yes but let me think a bit more” I say
They drop the subject and we go back to small talk nothing major happens until Amelia and Derick are about to leave to take a moon lit walk together.
“Wait” Anna stops them “you’re not belted”
You can see the disappointment on Amelia’s face
“Oh right I almost forgot” she says
Anna takes Amelia into one of the bedrooms and they come out a few minutes later.
“Have fun you two” Anna says as Amelia and Derick leave.
If nothing else Anna has her values and nothing will change them.
“Want to go for a drive” asks Anna
“Let’s do it” I say
We get in the car and talk about idle chit chat like classes and grades. We’re both straight A students and excel in our classes so there’s not a lot to talk about besides the same old I’ve got a test on this day or a presentation next week.
“Hey go down that road” she says pointing to a dirt road I could barely see
I turn down the road and as soon as the car comes to a stop she unbuckles and sits in my lab pushing my seat down
We’re making out, it’s hot and it’s heavy I can tell she’s turned on to the extreme and I am too. The cage is painfully tight and I’m desperate again.
She does the most unexpected thing I could ever imagine. She takes off her shirt. She’s sitting in my lap with only her bra covering her chest. The top of her skirt is sitting right below a band that goes around her waist. The band must be part of her chastity belt.
I can see her abs, she has better abs than I do an I have a solid six pack. Her body is extremely toned. As my eyes wonder up to her plain black bra. She has a much smaller frame than I thought. Her bra cups are huge in comparison. With the loose shirts they all wear I thought their frames were a bit bigger. My eyes catch on her cleavage and I realize. In comparison to her chest her rack is huge. Okay well I don’t know what huge is as this is the first rack I’ve ever seen in person but in my opinion it looks big.
My hands fly towards her breasts, she catches me by the wrists and pins me down. Fuck she’s strong, I’m not really fighting back but still she’s powerful.
“Listen I’m going to give you a taste of our future And in return I want an answer by tomorrow if your okay. With that” she says
I don’t know what that means. am I going to get lucky tonight? How? Does she have my key? Her key? she’s also wearing a belt.
I’m too curious and way too horny. My visions started to go red again starring at her covered tits.
She pulls her shit back on bringing me back to reality
“Take off your clothes and Follow me” she says as she opens the door and starts walking through the woods surrounding the car.
I’m a little afraid of being naked in public even if there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. She’s getting away and it’s dark out I don’t want to lose her.
I take off my shirt and pants and my underwear I leave my socks on and slide back into my shoes not knowing what ground I’ll be walking on I think she’ll be okay with that and I can just see her shape slowly moving through the woods.
I run to catch up with her, I’m about five feet behind her when she says
“I want you to try to take me, I want you to try to take me like an animal primal and sexual.” She says
I don’t move shocked by her words and wondering how this will work with my dick caged and I’m pondering the possibilities when she says
“And I want it now”
She bends at her hips and her hands raise her skirt showing me her perfect butt. It’s covered by panties and a chastity belt but it still makes me horny as hell.
I pounce on her grabbing at her ass and thrusting my caged cock into her chastity belt. Our hips smack together and she moans. Fuck that was hot. Weeks of no porn and being unable to cum, my phisical body’s sexual wants are the strongest they’ve ever been And climbing.
“Push me down, take me like an animal” she says.
I grab her hips hard and shove her into the grass, forcing her legs to spread wider almost into side splits she’s so flexible. The tip of my cage finds the anal opening of her belt and I attempt to thrust. The holes too small for the tip of my cage.
I keep pounding into her. my cage flapping up against her belt.
About ten minutes of me attempting to fuck her and not making any progress. The frustration is too much, I’m doing so much but not getting any return.
“I can’t take it anymore” I say as I lay down next to her in the grass.
She gets up and climbs on top of me. Holy shit I’m so turned on I’ve never felt like this in my life.
“Imagine being able to watch me get pregnant” she says
“God I’d give up anything to watch you get pregnant” I say
“Tonight’s your reward for going through the awkward conversation earlier.” She says
She undoes the first couple buttons on her shirt and pulls off her top.
Bright silver metal covers her breasts.
“Sorry this won’t be visible till I’m married and in the process of getting pregnant. I made Amelia put it on me because I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself” she says
She’s wearing a metal bra like structure I can see some links and locks so it’s not removable.
I try to grab her boobs and I feel metal there’s padding in it and some flexability but it is too tight to get around.
“I feel so wet and hot and swollen down there, I really want to know what that kind of pleasure feels like” Anna says
I moan in reply “I miss touching myself, I never thought one could miss cumming so badly” I moan
She is hot and flushed and breathing hard “at least you know what you’re missing”
She pants
“What have you never had a wank” I tease.
She smacks my chest ugh*
“No I was taught that good girls don’t do that” she says
“Right but you tried it” I say laughing
“Not once” she replies seriously
“What, you’ve never ever ever touched yourself?” I ask confused
“No I know my sisters have before but we’ve all decided that if we won’t let our future husbands do it then we shouldn’t either. We hold each other accountable” she says
“What’s the closest thing you’ve ever done to master baiting?” I ask interested and turned on
“One time when I was ovulating and reading our older sister book on sexual relationships. I had to change my pants I was so wet from it.
I almost started touching myself thinking about being dominated by a bossy man. I think the slightest touch could have coursed me to orgasm. So I had Amelia belt me. I could just barely move against the belt it felt amazing I was on cloud nine so I told her and she took it off and tied me to the bed. Being tied down didn’t help I discovered I like ropes. It took three hours and a handful of ice packs until I was safe from pleasuring myself unbelted.” She says her face flushing cheeks hot red as she relives it.

The pharamones seeing part of her body that no one else has seen. My minds spinning. My cage is so tight I think it’s going to either cut me or break. It doesn’t do either But the most intense erection I’ve ever had is limited to less than two inches long.
I’m going crazy
“How can I make you horny like that” I ask
“Stick you fingers in my mouth and tell me to suck them” says Anna
I do it and she is sucking them hard and she looks at me and the realization hits me.
She really really loves being submissive and told what to do.
“Once I’m married I want to be something my sister called a submissive, I’ve never had sex before or even watched porn, and especially careful not to touch myself” she says
“How do you know so much about dominant and submissive preferences” I ask
I only know because I’ve been jerking off to kinky porn for years
“My older sister wrote a very large book about sex, we’ve mentioned it a lot recently anyways. there are many sections of it. We gave you guys the male chastity section. But it’s a lot bigger, it breaks down everything I think there is to know about sex. There’s a section that talks about sexual preferences as well as all different types of relationships. Sexual and otherwise” she explains
“That explains a lot, and did she give you the idea of having genetically pure children” I ask
“No we got that idea ourselves, but the Chastity ty and other dynamics we want to create came from her. Now please” she begs “make me submit to you”
I put my finger in her mouth and she sucks on it hard
“Move your head and lips up and down it” she does
“Use your tongue from side to side” I say
She does, I’m so turned on, I ask her to suck me through the cage, I would give anything to watch her and feel her suck my cock.
“I can’t go that far yet, not unless you’re the breeder, but I can do this” she says
She stands me up and get on her knees she has me hold my hands to get her and put two finger from each hand up over my cage. She goes down on my fingers sucking me how I told her too.
“Make eye contact with me as you suck my cock” I say
She looks up at me our eyes meet, she looks so gorgeous sucking my fingers, I need to be the breeder. I want her to suck me I want to breed her and her sisters. I’d give them amazing babies. I’m suddenly a little anxious about losing the competition.
“Hey what happens if I’m not the best? I want to be included in sex this is too amazing to pass up” I say
She stops sucking on my pretend penis and responds
“Even if you’re not the breeder you’ll still be my husband, I’ll be yours in every way except sexually. But you can still be included” she says
“How?” I ask
She pulls me down to her on her knees kisses me then pushes me on my back
She squats over me and i can sense the pheromones and smell her wetness. She hovers her belt over me.
“Only tonight until we’re married, understand this won’t happen again until we’re married. I want you to lick my wetness off my thighs
Quickly I say it “I understand”
Then she lowers herself onto my face and turns to the side I lick wither her chastity belt meets her thighs. There’s a lot of wetness, she’s very horny. It’s driving my brain crazy my cock is pulsing and straining hard in my cage.
I lick her all over she tastes amazing, my tongue travels to the only hole in her chastity. Gliding over her ass hole she stiffens then lifts herself off of me.
“Not there, at least not yet” she says
“How about I make you a deal, I’ll be okay with this whole deal, whether I’m breeder or cuck, and you let me pleasure your ass tonight” I say.
“How about you agree to my deal and I get to request anything from you tonight” she says
I’m a terrible negotiator
“I’ll do anything for you from now till ever”
I say
“I want to stop this tonight as I am so horny I’m about ready to go get pair of bolt cutters, and I want to keep my purity for my wedding night” she says
I’m disappointed but I agree
She puts her clothes back on and we walk back to the car I’m still butt naked.
“Thank you for tonight” I say.
“Of course I’m glad that we’re all on the same page now, and holy shit I felt like my brain and my vagina was going to explode” she says
“Wait hold up you just said holy shit, you don’t swear” I say
“What can I say you bring things out of me, I hope someday you’ll watch a baby come out of me” she says and smacks my naked ass.
Chapter 4

It’s been a year now and Rick and Pricilla are now engaged with my proposal planned at the end of the month the first thing I have kept from Anna. I can say I have been completely honest and open with her ever since we started dating. The steel cage on my cock is constantly a reminder that I feel entirely at her mercy.
The last year has been crazy intense in so many ways. We all eat our meals together the six of us three times a day at their apartment where they cook for us. Our diet is highly regulated and we are tested every three months, sperm and other fertility markers. The release is amazing and intense our cum shots have grown thicker and larger. According to their tests they were as Anna called is the peak of human fertility.
That was six months ago before they started an intense mix of supplements and things that will increase select hormones. Three months on the supplements and all of our levels doubled, but I can confidently say the side effects are painful. I went from feeling horny and my cage feeling uncomfortably tight ten times a day. Now every hour my cock is straining at the cage. Sleep took a long time to get used to and I still wake up twice a night. Not even the night after a release for testing will I make it all the way through the night. The wet dreams started after the supplements and sleep became easier until Anna adjusted the supplements to get rid of them, not sure how she was able to do that, but she was concerned my sperm count would drop with the wet dreams and she’s helping me have best chance at being the breeder.
The alterations to our bodies have been a big change. We hit the gym daily, and we’ve grown much stronger. I look like I’ve grown some stronger maybe even taller, the hormones in the supplements even causing an intimate change as well. Rick, Derick and I have grown down there. Our cocks are bigger than they were uncaged I may be over nine inches almost double what I was before.
My balls are much bigger as well, the same results have happened in Rick and Derick. Making our cages immensely tight. After months of pain and lots of begging they resized our cages to our new sizes.
“Anna texted to meet them at 1 for lunch and that the test results are back” Rick says looking down at his phone. “Do you guys think I have a chance? I mean I have been lagging pretty far behind you two”
“The supplements are super strong and we all have been adjusting to them, anything wouldn’t surprise me, you definitely still have a chance” I tell Rick
Although I do believe it’s true I’m actually a little doubtful, at the last test me and Derick were neck and neck on fertility I’m only 5% behind him. I started almost 5 times worse then him and now there’s a chance I might be selected to be the breeder. I dream of having all three of them at the same time but especially Anna.
Shes been putting me on an even more strict routine than the others trying to help my counts. Today the decision will be made, as agreed who ever has the highest fertility will be the breeder and continue with the enhancement supplements and the others will remain in chastity and change to slightly less aggressive supplements because having that must testosterone mix isn’t going to be easy once we live together.
“Derick’s kinda a beast, did you know he added another hour a day to his gym time” says Rick
Shit, That’s not good hes trying to take the breeder spot, Anna warned me about overdoing it effecting counts negatively tho.
“How come?” I ask worried he’s going to beat me
Rick smiles and laughs a little “ so he is apparently been so horny with the supplements that he can’t sleep at all, even with his wet dreams”
“Poor guy” I say but I’m secretly a little happy. Poor sleep, over exertion and wet dreams will all lower his count. I won’t be the cuckold.
As far as I can tell I’ve been behind but I’ve been making way bigger increases then the others with the supplements, we all agreed the man with the healthiest sperm and best count will be the breeder and get to impregnate Amelia,Pricilla, and especially Anna. And the others will remain in chastity and help out with everything else
“Let’s get to the track we don’t want to be late.” Says Rick
Even with the new intense training schedule we all continue our college sports, us guys do track and our girlfriends do gymnastics.
“Hey guys excited for the results?” Asks Derick
“We’re pretty nervous” says Rick
“Hey no matter what as long as the girls are happy I’m happy” says Derick
“I know but lets be real here we all kinda want top spot” I say
“Top spot for what?” Says Olivia
Olivia Mason head of the female track team, she casually joins us without being invited.
“We’re just talking about who’s going to win the sprint today, we all want to be first” says Derick.
“Oh well obviously, but you won’t know till it’s over so just get out there and give it everything you’ve got” she says then she takes a long glance down at my crotch and then over to Derick’s turns and as she walks away says “I don’t think it will be too much of a competition”
“What does she mean by that” asks Derick
“It means she just checked out your horse cock in your tight track shorts” says Rick
It’s kinda true Derick’s a show-er and the cage makes it look even bigger even with the harsh curve of his cage to bend him down between his legs his bulge is visible across the field.
“Dude I think the entire female student body is in the stands to watch the race, and we’re only racing against each other and 3 kids from the community college across town. Being a Bible university we only compete with like 5 other small colleges in our area.
At the starting line I’m next to Rick and Derick, there’s five other runners. The gun goes off and we start our sprint. I’m so much faster than I was a year ago.
One second into the race and we’re already ahead of the pack. Derick and I are neck and neck with Rick lagging slightly behind. We round the corner I can hear our feet pounding into the track driving us forward. I see the Finnish line and I see Anna and Pricilla and Amelia have come to cheer us on. I make eye contact with Anna and I get more strength I didn’t know I had. I pull ahead right as we pass through the Finnish line. I set a new school record.
I’m first congratulated by the other members of the track team and then the triplets all three hug me and plant kisses on my cheek. And Anna puts a big but not long kiss on my lips.
We watch the rest of the races together from a portion of the stands reserved for athletes.
Our school does very well and in the final race Olivia gets first place by 5 seconds. As we stand to get ready to leave Olivia jogs over.
“Great job guys” Olivia congratulate us still breathing heavy from her race.
“You as well very impressive Finnish” I say
“Oh that was nothing, you guys were insane, does dating one of the triplets make you faster or something” she asks jokingly
“Definitely, it’s like having triple the speed of anyone else” says Rick
“God you guys are lucky then, but sometimes there’s a disadvantage if you’re too fast” Olivia glances down at Derick’s crotch again
“Keep your mind on the race is all that’s important” says Derick.
Olivia brushes a strand of her blond hair away.
“You guys make it hard to focus on the race” she nods to Amelia
“You still came in first” I say trying to keep the conversation on the races
“Thank you, it’s not hard to come first, the real value is the one who comes second” Olivia teases and smiles then turns to walk away. She’s wearing track shorts the leave little to the imagination.
“Have girls been that openly flirting with you guys” asks Pricilla
“Yeah it’s been pretty constant, it’s better when we’re with you guys, they’re a lot more aggressive when we’re alone” says Derick.
Which is very true even more now then the incident a year ago people are talking about the three guys on the track team who are packing. And even more so specifically Derick.
“I think Olivia is just jealous since we started dating” says Anna.
“Why do you say that?” I ask
“Well right after we started dating she approached me at an event and directly congratulated me, saying she should have asked you out sooner and then she asked me what my opinions on having a three way would be, I told her we are saving ourselves for marriage and she said well that’s not any fun but I’m sure it’ll be worth it” says Anna
“I didn’t know she was ever interested in me, not that it matters” I say
“Oh yeah you were pretty popular without knowing it” says Rick.
I blush with the comments.
“Let’s get back to the apartment, the results are in a sealed envelope and I can’t wait to open it together” says Pricilla
We head to their apartment and are sitting around the table.
The envelope lays on the table still sealed.
“Can we Just get this out of the way?” asks Rick
“Honestly I won’t be able to enjoy lunch with this over our heads” I admit.
“Same” says Amelia.
“Yeah I’m too curious” says Anna
“Who should open it?” asks Pricilla
“You won the race today how about you do the honors” Derick says scooping up the envelope and putting it in my hands
“If everyone okay with it I guess I’ll do it” I say they nod and I tear it open and pull out the summery page.
The bar graph next to each of our results is easy to read. They had us cum into 3 different testing containers. It was the first time any of us have had more than one orgasm in a single day or three month period.
“On the first test were even.” I gesture to me and Derick “but ricks down 15%.” I say
“Welp that’s my fate” says Rick a little disappointed but I can tell he’s not surprised.
“How about on the second” Anna asks eagerly.
“Let’s see Rick’s second had a 50% decrease from his first, mine had a 60% decrease from my first” ouch I think to myself but I don’t panic yet Anna said a big drop is expected and we will all probably drop by half. I keep reading “and Derick’s dropped by, is this a typo it says 2% drop?” I say
“Let me see” says Pricilla snatching the paper out of my hand’s
Her sister join her studying the results intensely.
Anna looks me in the eyes a little apologetically “it’s not a typo, Derick’s serving and third collections barely dropped at all two and three percent. There’s no question he’s the ideal breeder without a doubt.
The news hits me hard, I’ve been putting myself through hell to raise my numbers and I finally caught him. We went into the last test blind as we had never tested counts of repeated cumming so we’re all shocked that it’s this big of a difference.
At the end of the day I want what’s best for our future family and Derick’s the best option for sure. There’s an awkward silence even tho we all knew this was coming.
“Well congratulations are in order” I say smacking Derrick on the back.
“Yeah dude good job, I’m happy for you, I mean for us” says Rick
“It’s settled then, we can now make plans for the wedding and what follows with Derick being the father” says Amelia
“There’s one potential problem, with the current supplements you’re all gaining in testosterone and too much doesn’t mix well” says Pricilla
“Easy we can just adjust the supplements or stop them with our husbands if it becomes an issue” says Anna
“Now that we know who is who, can we please go through the forbidden section” says Amelia
“Yes please” says Pricilla
“Okay I’m excited to do it too, I just worry about things getting out of hand.” Says Anna
“You can belt for it to play it safe” I suggest
“That’s a great idea” Anna says excitedly
Pricilla and Amelia roll their eyes but follow a jumping Anna into the bedroom. We’re not allowed to watch but they put on their chastity belts and return with a huge book.
The forbidden section is a section of their sisters book on sexual dynamics, preferences, fantasies, kinks, fetishes. It has a psychological breakdown of every thing I could ever think of and apparently much much more I would have never thought of.
“Look at this, it talks about chastity and submission. It breaks down that chastity can be a fun kink for some people and for others who like to lock up for long periods of time it can alter their relationships where the key holder will hold more power over the others as they get to decide when their allowed out of chastity and if their allowed to cum” says Anna.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing” says Pricilla.
“Mostly but think about what the supplements are doing, their increasing testosterone which can make you feel more powerful and in control, so we’re kinda cancelling out the effects” says Anna
“Does that mean when this come off ill be more of a dick” asks Derick patting where his cage is
“Not exactly you’ll probably just feel more powerful and manly then your locked up counterparts, but they will only feel that way towards their key holder as they get to determine when they get released.” Says Anna.
“That’s hot, I like having control like that, I’ve been reading through this sub dom stuff and I like it” says Amelia
“Let’s all read through it” suggest Pricilla.
Eight hours later
“I need to take a break” Says Rick
“My word I don’t think I’ve ever read for that long straight before” I say
“So Amelia likes to be in control and dominating, Pricilla could go either way, and Anna likes to be submissive and give up control.” Says Derick.
“Yes but Remember so far these are just fantasies, the book clearly says that these can change once they’re explored” says Anna.
“I can’t wait to be explored” says Pricilla.
My cage is twitching, we all look at her.
“What, you guys know we’re reading about sex, and I’m just saying I can’t wait to find out what it’s like” Pricilla states.
“I like this heyholder thing, especially teasing the locked boy with the key, how about from now till the wedding we hold our respective partners key, and who ever holds they key gets to decide when and how their unlocked” says Amelia
The others agree and they retrieve our chastity keys from a safe.
Amelia holds Derick’s key up to his eyes
“You’re going to do anything and everything I ask for or I won’t let you out till I’m satisfied, each time you think about not immediately obeying me, remember I can extend your chastity by days or months. Now rub my back and then my neck then my feet” she says this casually but I know she’s serious, I can tell she likes the power. Derick immediately stats on her requests.
Anna and I take a drive.
“Hey take me to that place where we did that thing you know” She tells me
I take her down that abandoned dirt road to the place where we had our first ever sexual encounter.
She takes me to the place where I promised to be okay with this situation. The sun is setting at we walk.
“Hey I know you’re a little disappointed that you’re not the breeder” says Anna.
“I mean wouldn’t you be” I say
“Yeah if the roles were reversed, I’m sorry” she says
“I don’t want you to apologize, we made this deal and you did everything you could to help my counts” I say
“Still I won’t blame you if you decide you want out, I’d miss you a lot but I would be understanding, this isn’t something anyone would blame you from walking away from” Anna says looking down at the ground.
“Hey I was going to wait till I could do this in a better way, but I think it’s as good a time as any. I want to marry you, like a lot, I can’t imagine myself with anyone else and I don’t want anyone else. You are perfect in every way and I can’t wait to marry you.” I get on one knee so she can see my face as she’s still looking down, I look her in the eyes then dig in my pocket. Her eyes go wide as I open the ring box. “Will you marry me”
“OF COURE!!!!!” She yells at the top of her lungs. She’s jumping up and down in excitement. The hills around us echo her yell.
I’ve never seen her so happy as I slide the ring on her finger.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2-3-4
Chapter 5-6-7
Chapter 8-9
Chapter 10-11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13

Chapter 14 – The Misconduct

Sophie had done it.

Pushed by Marie, she had taken another man in front of her husband. And she had loved every second of it.

That evening had confirmed, beyond any doubt, the point of no return they had crossed.

There was no longer a three-month trial period. The length of time Charles would remain denied orgasm was now officially indefinite. Sophie would keep him locked in his cage for as long as she pleased, use him exactly as she saw fit, and grant herself the luxury of having fun with other men without the slightest restraint.

She was already thinking about her next adventure. Having one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy at the same time… that had been her first time.

It certainly would not be her last.

On his side, Charles woke up the next morning still locked. Yet only a few hours after experiencing the most violent orgasm of his life, his cock was already trying to swell against the plastic — in vain. The arousal caught up with him, obsessive, from the very first moments of consciousness.

Once Sophie had left for work, he sat down at his desk. Working was almost impossible. The images from the night before played on a loop: his wife’s body offered up, the moans she had made for another man, the look of contempt mixed with pleasure she had given him while he stayed on his knees, locked, useless. Every memory made him shiver with humiliation and desire.

The day dragged on. The urge became too strong. He knew Sophie had hidden a spare key somewhere in the house, for emergencies. She had never needed to use it until now. Charles got up and started searching. Drawers, wardrobe, nightstand… He searched for a long time, heart pounding, until he finally found the small key at the bottom of Sophie’s jewelry box.

A wave of guilt washed over him the moment he held it between his fingers. Betraying his Mistress. Daring to touch himself without permission. He almost put everything back and gave up. But the need was too violent. He took the key into the bathroom, unlocked the cage with a trembling hand, and freed himself.

He masturbated quickly, eyes closed, reliving every detail of the evening. The cock that had penetrated his wife. Sophie’s moans. His own powerlessness. In just a few minutes he came hard, body shaking, cum splattering across the tiles.

Then came the emptiness. And with it, an even deeper wave of shame.

It was the first time he had betrayed his Mistress.

He cleaned up in a hurry, locked the cage again with a still-trembling hand, and put the key back exactly where he had found it… or so he thought. He closed the jewelry box, wiped away the traces, and got dressed. The rest of the day passed in a mix of relief and quiet terror. He promised himself he would never do it again.

Two days went by.

Sophie had noticed the changes. Charles was too eager, too polite, too perfect. He brought her coffee before she even asked. He dropped to his knees faster. He lowered his eyes too often. It reeked of guilt.

On the third evening, lying on the sofa in a black dress a little too tight for a simple weeknight, she called Charles into the living room. The moment he entered, he saw the jewelry box sitting in plain sight on the coffee table. The one that held the spare key. His heart raced. He stood beside her, already trembling, knowing she had discovered his misconduct.

Sophie didn’t even look at him.

— Charles… have you, by any chance, been going through my jewelry box recently?

He knew lying would get him nowhere.

— Yes, Mistress…

— When? she asked sharply, still not looking at him.

— Three days ago, I—

She immediately placed her hand over his mouth, her gaze cold.

— Be quiet.

She took out the small key and slowly turned it between her fingers under the dim living-room light. The silence stretched, heavy.

— Did you really think I wouldn’t check? Did you think I wouldn’t notice your little change in behavior these past two days? Too helpful. Too submissive. Too scared. It’s written all over your face, my poor darling.

She finally looked at him, eyes hard.

— That key only exists for emergencies. I’m actually very lenient about it. It is certainly not so you can jerk off behind my back. I never would have believed you would betray me like this.

She stood up.

— Go upstairs to the bedroom. Ball gag in that lying mouth of yours. Cuff your hands behind your back. Now.

He obeyed quickly. Kneeling in the middle of the bedroom, the gag tight between his teeth, wrists locked behind his back, he waited. Anticipation ate at him. What was she going to do? The cane? Something worse?

Sophie arrived a few minutes later, perfectly aware that Charles’s mind must already be racing. She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him on his knees into the adjoining bathroom. She positioned him right next to the toilet, still on his knees, then crouched in front of him. She took his face in her hands and spoke very close to his mouth, her gaze intense and clearly furious.

— You dared to jerk off without permission. You dared to betray me. You dared to touch my key.

She straightened slightly, the key still between her fingers.

— This key that allowed you to do that… are you going to try to search everywhere to find it again?

Charles shook his head desperately, eyes pitiful.

— I’m afraid you’ll do it again. If you did it once…

She leaned over the toilet bowl, her eyes still locked on his, a provocative smile on her lips, and simply dropped the key into the water.

Charles’s eyes widened in total despair.

— You have only yourself to blame, my dear.

She pressed the flush. The key disappeared in a swirl of water.

Sophie leaned in again, slowly licked the edge of his ear, then whispered directly into it:

— You’re also going to have to make it up to me over the coming weeks. Now you know what’s waiting for you. Go get my cane. And my phone.

He obeyed clumsily with the cuffs still on and returned to position. Sophie settled comfortably, took the phone, and dialed a number on speaker.

Marie’s voice came through, excited and mocking:

— Hi Sophie… is it done? Is the emergency key gone?

— Yes, Sophie answered, delivering a sharp first stroke of the cane across Charles’s ass.

A muffled moan escaped behind the ball gag.

Marie laughed.

— Ouch… that must hurt, Charles. Take your punishment like a man. You know you deserve it. What you did is terrible.

Sophie continued the conversation while delivering the strokes, methodical and precise. Charles bit down hard on the gag. He didn’t want to give Marie the pleasure of hearing him truly moan. He took it, his ass already well marked.

— Tell me, darling… which cage did you get for Thomas again? I was sure I could trust Charles, but apparently not. There’s only one key left… and his current cage probably isn’t secure enough anymore.

Marie gave all the references, every detail. Charles heard everything. Every word. Every humiliating precision.

When the call ended, Sophie looked him straight in the eyes. Her smile had returned to that familiar, mean little smile he knew so well.

— Tomorrow morning you’ll take the day off and go to the same shop. You’ll ask for exactly the same model as Thomas’s. And you’ll make sure to tell them the cage needs to be as restrictive as possible. You’ll pay with your card.

After the numerous strokes that had beautifully colored his ass, Sophie lay back on the bed, lifted her dress, and positioned herself directly against Charles’s face.

— You’re going to eat me perfectly, my little liar.

He set to work with desperate precision, his tongue diligent, trying to redeem himself. In his head, the image of the key disappearing down the toilet looped endlessly. Sophie, for her part, watched the small cage between Charles’s legs try in vain to fill. She smiled. Once again, she could push the limits further. And deep down, Charles was enjoying it… with all those buried fantasies he no longer even dared to name.

Once she was satisfied, she removed the ball gag.

— You’re sleeping on the carpet tonight. You don’t deserve to be in my bed.

— Yes, Mistress. I understand…

He stayed on his knees, waiting for her to remove the cuffs. Sophie turned toward him, surprised he was still there.

— Oh… you’re keeping the cuffs. I’m afraid you might find another way to jerk that pathetic little cock of yours. You’re lucky I took the ball gag out.

She gave him one last mean smile.

— Good night.

Charles slept very poorly.

The carpet was thin, the floor hard, and the cuffs behind his back prevented him from finding any bearable position. Every time he tried to turn, the metal pulled at his wrists. The chastity cage, already too tight under normal circumstances, had become a genuine instrument of torture. His cock, rock-hard for hours, pushed uselessly against the cold plastic — swollen, aching, with no hope of relief. The images of the evening looped in his head: the key disappearing down the toilet, Sophie’s mean smile, Marie’s mocking voice on speaker, the cane strokes that had burned his ass.

He woke several times during the night, forehead damp with sweat, heart pounding too hard. The arousal did not decrease. On the contrary. The more he suffered, the more his cock insisted, pulsing painfully inside the too-small cage.

Around five in the morning, exhausted, arms numb, he stayed still, eyes open in the dark. He could hear Sophie’s calm breathing in the bed just above him. She was sleeping peacefully. He was not.

When the first rays of daylight filtered through the curtains, Charles had barely closed his eyes.

He no longer had a spare key.

He no longer had any escape.

And he would have to go himself to buy an even more restrictive cage.

Sophie’s alarm clock rang softly. She stretched, then turned and moved toward the foot of the bed, still lying down, to look at Charles. He was right there, exactly where she had left him: lying on the carpet, cuffs still behind his back, clearly awake for a long time. His eyes were ringed with fatigue, his body tense, and the cage between his thighs betrayed a painful erection that had probably not subsided all night.

Sophie gave him a mean little smile.

— So… did you sleep well, my darling?

Charles lowered his eyes.

— No, Mistress… not really.

She let out a small mocking laugh, clearly delighted.

— Perfect.

She took her time, lingering several more minutes on her phone, deliberately making Charles wait in his uncomfortable position. Then she finally got up, approached him, and at last removed the cuffs.

— Do you remember what you have to do today?

Go take your shower. Plan everything. And I can’t wait for you to tell me all about it this evening when I get home.

She absently stroked the top of his head, the way one pets a house pet, before turning away.

— Come on… move.