Tyler awoke from a restless sleep, unable to find peace from his desires even in his rest. Visions of squirming and being violated by probing hands swam in his head, and he blearily tried to sort his dreams from the equally-unbelievable reality of the last day.
He realized he had been rubbing himself against the bed in half-sleep, feeling a wet spot on the sheets where he had been leaking pre-cum through his cage all night. The bikini bottom that Eliot had forced him into had come untied from the motion, leaving him bottomless aside from his metal chastity cage. Tyler groaned.
"Good morning, sleepyhead."
Tyler could picture Eliot's smirk just from his tone. Trying to avoid the embarrassment of looking his friend in the eye, he stayed lying face down.
"Aw, didn't you sleep well?" Eliot continued to tease, "I slept like a baby, personally."
Still groggy, and having regained no willpower to resist the day's torments, Tyler just groaned softly. It turned into a squeal when he suddenly felt Eliot's hands grabbing his hips.
"Here's your first lesson of the day, pet. You speak when you're spoken to."
Before Tyler could protest, Eliot pulled him onto his back by his hips. He switched his hands to pin Tyler to the bed, and began to skitter his fingers over Tyler's belly. Eliot had remembered his every weak spot from the night before. Without any hope of escape from his stronger friend's hands, Tyler had no choice but to accept the humiliation, laughing wildly.
"Mmm, what a lovely punishment we've found for you," Eliot cooed over Tyler's laughter, slowing the tickling to a stop, "Don't you think?"
Tyler lay catching his breath, his face burning red. Eliot quirked an eyebrow at Tyler's silence and raised a hand as though to resume the tickling, when Tyler scrambled to speak.
"Y-Y-Yes! Yes, um... it is." His voice cracked with embarrassment.
"I'm so glad you agree, pet." Eliot laughed, "Of course, you still have to behave if you ever want to cum. But this is a lovely way to give you more... immediate discipline."
Eliot rose out of bed and stretched confidently, spreading his arms high into the air. His boxer-briefs sat just below his hips, showing a hint of his bush which trailed into the light hairs beneath his belly button. There was a small bulge in Eliot's tight shorts.
Tyler stared, finding himself much more distracted by his friend's body than he had been the previous nights they had shared this bed. Of course, those previous nights were before he had experienced Eliot's sexual domination, and before Tyler had been repeatedly overpowered by his taller friend's body.
"God I can practically see you drooling. You're truly adorable when you're horny."
Being called adorable in Eliot's smug voice sent shivers down Tyler's body, and his cock twitched, trying to push beyond its cage. Tyler crawled over the bed towards Eliot, and looked up. He would have killed for Eliot's touch on him, but his arousal was so strong that he just needed anything, and he knew Eliot would let him have this.
"Something you want, pet?"
"Um... yes. please?"
"Please what? We use our words, pet."
But Eliot had already stepped closer to the bed, the bulge in his shorts inches from Tyler's face. His mildly sweaty scent, salty from the previous day's swimming, made Tyler's head swim. Tyler rubbed his face against Eliot's cock through his underwear, breathing heavily. Eliot gently entwined his fingers in Tyler's hair and tilted his head up to look at him.
"Please... can I taste your cock?" Tyler whispered.
"Mmm... good boy. Of course you can." Eliot smiled widely, and ran his fingers through Tyler's hair. With his other hand, he pulled his waistband down to his upper thighs. His cock wasn't large, but it was hard and warm as it touched Tyler's cheek. Tyler's mouth easily engulfed him, and Eliot moaned deeply.
Tyler began to circle Eliot's head with his tongue, tasting as a drop of pre-cum pooled at the end. He pressed his face into Eliot's hips, caressing his balls, and worked his tongue over his cock faster. To Tyler's surprise, Eliot let out a whine, and he could feel him shaking slightly. The moment of vulnerability sent a thrill through Tyler, and he began to suck harder, sliding his tongue with more pressure.
Eliot gasped, grabbing onto a bedpost for support. He was thrusting into Tyler's mouth, but maintaining his standing position seemed to be challenging.
"Tyler, oh god..."
Tyler took Eliot's cock out of his mouth and licked him from his balls to his shaft, provoking another gasp, then took it in again. Leaving enough room for his hands to stroke Eliot's shaft, he focused his mouth on the head.
"Fuck! Tyler, oh my--"
Eliot practically doubled over, holding onto the bed-frame with both hands now. His abs clenched and unclenched as Tyler's mouth worked tirelessly with no concern for his sensitivity
"Tyler, you're-- you're going to make me-- Oh my god"
He felt Eliot twitch hard, and then his mouth filled with a burst of cum, then another, and another. Tyler's own cock was burning, pulsing in his cage. He didn't want to stop, and Eliot's orgasm drew on without ending as he throbbed in Tyler's mouth. Eventually Eliot's gasping turned into a pained noise and he pulled away.
Tyler came to his senses, sitting back on the bed and wiping a dribble of cum off his chin. Eliot was panting, trembling visibly. Tyler felt a pang of nervousness that he had done something wrong.
"Sorry, I um, I got carried away."
"God, don't apologize. That was wonderful, pet. But as you can see, you aren't the only one here who's sensitive," Eliot smiled, reaching over and wiping Tyler's mouth clean with his thumb, "Of course, I get to enjoy my release, while you're just going to keep getting more sensitive."
Tyler squirmed at the reminder. He felt a satisfaction after bringing Eliot to completion, but he was no less turned on than when he had woken up.
"Maybe I deserve to cum too though, after that? Wouldn't that be fair?"
Eliot smiled. "I don't care about fair, pet. You're going to have to work a lot harder for your release."
Tyler whined, and Eliot laughed in response.
"Don't worry, pet, I'll give you a little reward for that later. For now, let's get you cleaned off."
The promise of a reward put Tyler on his best behavior, so he followed Eliot down the hall to Hayden's room without questioning why he needed help cleaning himself.
Hayden was lying back on his bed, wearing his trunks and scrolling his phone. He looked up, unsurprised to see Eliot dragging Tyler by the wrist while he dribbled through his cage.
"Hey! You guys need to hurry up and get ready, we're already running late. I told those girls from the other day that we'd play them in a game of volleyball. You'll have plenty of time to play with your little boy-toy later."
