I fucked and toyed with my jock butt in the gym. I would spot him in the gym, letting my touch linger on his skin, my bulge brush against that pert delicate bubble. He would let out low moans, barely audible while he fought his natural instinct to drop to his knees and service a real man. "Control, bitch" I would whisper in his ear, knowing those juicy lips would be on my cock shortly.
After a week of abusing his ass and mouth in the empty locker room, filling the room with the scent of sweat, sex, ass, and cum. It was time to step it up. While he laid spent on the bench, covered in his own spunk and filled with my own, I pulled out my little surprise, my insurance, fastening it around his cock. He was still in his orgasmic haze while I dressed. I looked down with a sneer and spat on his chest.
"You'll wear that till I decide otherwise." I said with contempt as I dressed. He suddenly became aware of the metal cage that housed his spent cock. "You'll cum when I say you can, if I say you can." Fear contoured his face trying to form words. I spat on him one last time before sneering my disdain. "You're mine, bitch."
The next week, I put my plan into motion. I would tease him during the workout, give him a taste of my touch. In the locker room, I further humiliated him. I refused to remove his cock cage, despite his pathetic pleas. The first night I ordered him to strip and kneel before me. He waited in eager anticipation. I spat on my hand and stroked myself in front of him, occasionally smacking his face with my meat.
I blew my load all over his pretty face, smearing the cum across his lips. I pulled my shorts back up to his dismay. I looked at him, covered in my goo. "Complain about the cock cage again." I snarled before leaving him there on the floor, dejected, humiliated, hungry for more. I heard a small wail of frustration as the door slammed shut behind me.
The next night I repeated the breaking of my boy. This time when we were in the locker room, he learned his lesson about the cage, but pleaded to be allowed to cum. I had him strip down again, on his knees before me and pulled his head into my balls. "Wash my nasty nuts." I ordered, spitting in my hand and stroking myself off again, leaving my mark again all over his face.
The next night my poor boy was on the urge of breaking. His soft whimpers as I touched him did not go unnoticed. This time in the gym, he did not complain. He kept his eyes downcast. "What did we learn, boy?" I lifted his head up so he could meet my hard eyes. I stared into his soft brown eyes. "Answer me, boy."
His voice was soft as he answered. "That I am your bitch." He began. "You control if I get to cum, when I get to cum." He bit the inside of his mouth. "I am not to question my cock cage, or complain about it. I am not to ask to cum, because I am your bitch."
I smiled planting my lips on his, kissing him roughly like the personal whore he was to me. I pushed him away suddenly. "Strip." My eyes lingered over his chest, those small pert brown nipples begging to be raked with my teeth. I smirked with sinister pleasure as he stepped out of his jock and shorts, exposing his straining cock in its captivity. I lowered my own shorts and jock to my knees, taunting him with my own free cock.
I pulled him close, my left hand latching onto the fine lightly furred melon. I watched the disappointment in his eyes when I spat in my hand and gripped my swollen meat. My mouth returned to his, savagely attacking his mouth while I slicked my cock. He moaned in my mouth, pleasured by my touch. His hands held onto me, trying to prevent the small tasted of pleasure I gave him from escaping.
