How did I get to this moment? Kneeling on the floor next to Master while he sat on the sofa reviewing his paperwork, my dick was in a metal chastity cage, and gay porn was streaming on the laptop in front of me. I was compelled to watch two Brazilian hunks suck each other before one mounted the other and started fucking. I was horny but the cage stopped my dick from getting hard, because if it did the pain was almost unbearable. I was learning to control my urges. If Master wanted my dick hard he would remove it from the cage.
"I need a beer," he said, paging through invoices or building proposals, the mundane paperwork that probably drove him to devise new methods of torture, like my daily routine of monitoring the health of my employer's website drove me to think about ways Master could torture me. I stood and went to the kitchen and returned with a cold beer. I twisted off the cap, handed him the bottle and returned to the kitchen to dispose of the cap. When I came back in to the living room he stopped me before I kneeled.
"How's it feel?" He grabbed the metal cage around my dick. "Answer."
"It hurts, sir." He tugged at the shiny cage. The pain seared through the base of my cock and spread to my balls and into my stomach.
"You know why you have to wear it." A statement, not a question. I remained silent. "You have to learn to control the little guy. There's a time and place for your erection. Kneeling here, while I work, is not the time." He paused to watch the porn. The top was pounding the bottom's ass and was yelling something I couldn't understand. He pulled out and shot a stream of cum on his partners back. "That's a healthy load. I bet you'd love to lick that up." He rubbed his crotch. His cock was hard inside his trousers. "Maybe you'll get a taste later."
He nodded at my spot and I silently knelt. I continued watching the laptop.
How did I get here? We met online after I had divorced myself from chatrooms. I had met a different guy, and it was a bad experience. Under the false pretense of meeting for mutual oral the guy forced me to suck and swallow his smelly cock and cum. I stayed offline for months, and when I returned under a new screen identity I met Master. We developed a friendship online. I didn't realize while we chatted he was interviewing me for this job. I came off as needy, and willing to do what it takes to satisfy my partner. When we met, he clarified what he wanted from me. And I willingly obliged. He could be cruel, and he could be violent, but he always left me feeling satisfied and appreciated. I can't say it was love, but I hoped it would come to that.
And if it turned to love? What would he expect of me? Would he insist I divorce or leave my wife to serve him? I couldn't do that. What would he do if I refused? I didn't want to think about the consequences. His occasional punishments were tolerable, but he was 6 inches taller and out-weighed me by 70 pounds. It was not 70 pounds of fat.
Lost in thought made it easier to stave off an erection as the streaming porn continued, now three men in a circle jerk that lead to one guy on his knees sucking and getting fucked by the other two. Again, the men were gorgeous dark-skinned South Americans without pubic hair and no tan lines. No longer lost in thought I had to fight back my body's urge to flood my cock with blood. I wanted to turn away but to do so would be met with anger. Anger always led to pain. Pain led to arousal and my cock would start to get hard. It was a vicious circle.
I stared at the screen but tried to think about other things. How did I end up kneeling on this floor? I was grateful it was carpeted, though my knees we itchy. My legs were starting to cramp so I shifted slightly to ease the pain. Master didn't notice or he wasn't annoyed by my slight movement.
I had arrived at the house on time to avoid punishment. I had brought in the bags of equipment he had instructed me to purchase. He spilled the contents on the floor and appraised the items while I had stripped in the center of the room. He unpacked the shiny metal cage, held it up and gestured for me to approach. I had been told I should let him assist me the first time I put on the chastity device, and I held up a finger. He asked me what I wanted to say, and I asked him, "Master, please help me fit this on my penis." He had smiled and said, of course.
He had opened a bottle of lube and spread some on the stainless steel round base. Handing it me he instructed me to slide my balls through, followed by my cock. Once in place he attached the cage over my shaft and attached it to the ring. Then he secured the parts together with a brass lock. He placed the keys to the lock in his pocket, pointed to my spot next the sofa. I had kneeled, he turned on the streaming porn, and he went to work.
And that's how I got here, I thought, but how long must I endure this? My reverie was disrupted when he stood and put his papers in a briefcase. He looked at the supplies on the floor, as if deciding what to use on me next. He picked up the enema bulb, and asked, "Did you clean yourself with this before you arrived here? Answer."
"Yes, sir."
"Then you showered?" I nodded. "And you cleaned and dried this?" He held up the bulb. I nodded. He smiled and dropped the bulb on the floor. "Let's see what kind of job you did. Stand up." I stood. He beckoned me to follow. We walked upstairs and into a bedroom. "On the bed. Ass up, elbows down." Once in position I felt Master's hands on my ass, pulling apart the cheeks, sliding a finger over my hole. Then his tongue was licking me. He held my cheeks apart with his rough hands and his tongue teased my hole until it was wet with his saliva. He slipped a finger into my tight hole. I started melting and could feel my cock hardening until its cage bit into my flesh. I moaned. Master's tongue was licking me again and then his tongue was probing inside me. I wanted to cry out. I would have cum all over the blanket but for the cage. My dick was alternately expanding and contracting. I was in agony.
Master stopped. He pulled me up and planted his lips on mine, driving his tongue into my mouth. I don't know what I tasted, but it was different. I had come to appreciate the taste of his tongue but this was different. Essence of me on his tongue, I realized, and my cock started getting hard again. I wanted to pull away, but I reached my arms around his broad waist. I wanted to rip off his clothes. The pain from my trapped cock was nothing compared to my lust for him. He released me and I let go of him. Staring into his eyes, without words, I begged him to release me from the cage.
"You did a good job on your ass. I'm going to enjoy fucking it. But you're very tight. So we move on to the next step." We returned to the pile on the living room floor. He picked up the package of butt plugs, unwrapped and took the narrowest one. A squeeze of lube, and once coated he told me to bend over. He gently slid the plug into me, another flood of desire and my cock pushed against the wall of its trap. He pointed to my spot and I kneeled.
After an hour of watching porn and struggling to keep my boner in check, Master closed the laptop and turned to me. "I want you to leave the plug in until you arrive home. Keep your dick in the cage until you get home." He took the keys from his pocket and placed them on the table. "Put on your clothes and leave."
I stood, started dressing and looked at him. He saw the questions in my eyes.
"What is it? Answer." He sounded impatient and tired.
"Sir, I want to discuss some things with you." I was buttoning my shirt, and moments away from walking out the door. Now or never.
