My Mistake -- Puppy

"My Mistake -- Puppy"

A Homosexual Erotic Fiction by Coilean.

DISCLAIMER: All events portrayed were consensual events between consenting adults. This story is a sensationalized fiction based on true events. Both the people in the events the story is based on, and the characters in the story themselves, are consenting adults.

Day 1

1 Day, 6 hours remaining.

Lila snapped the front door shut behind her, her laughter tinkling through the hallway in her wake. My eyes flashed to the digital readout on the time-lock safe. Unbidden, a hand reached down, closing on the small, pink device that caged my dick. I couldn't feel the touch of my own fingers and my breath hitched as I stiffened, my hardon blocked by the tube.

A full day before I'd get to cum. Pursing my lips, I put on some Shania Twan and started shaving my legs, trying not to regret the decision.

It had been Lila's idea. She'd been over for coffee, we got drunk, and I let on that I hadn't had sex in nearly six months. Straight away she dared me to lock myself up and put the keys away.

"Not for long." she'd said over my protests, "Just long enough to make you actually get over your nervousness and have sex."

"..."

A few more drinks, a spin of the dial, and I was trapped for just over a day, while Lila was gone, her tunic whipping carelessly behind her.

--3 hours later--

Curtis had one hand wrapped around my hip, the other stroked my swollen balls, a thumb massaging my locked dick. He pumped in and out of me, my back arched hungrily, my ass begged for him.

Suddenly I could hear him grunting, could feel his final thrusts. Wildly I thrust backward, a whimpering that bordered on a sob escaped me. I was so close to leaking, to getting some relief from my prostate, but it wasn't quite enough.

He pulled out. My hands closed over my cage, my body began to tremble with arousal.

"You wanna cum?" he asked.

"I can't." I said, simply.

I showed him the box, then.

--1 hour later--

He didn't leave straight away. That was...unlike other craigslist hookups. After he saw the box, somehow we were playing more video games, suddenly he was daring me to drink more.

...then suddenly, I was tied to the couch with my hands over my head, he played with my caged dick with one hand.

He face fucked me, but when he was done he left me tied up. I found myself bound to the couch, gagged with his sweaty sock. He returned to playing Zelda, one hand lazily touring Hyrule, the other teasing my cock cage.

I grunted, moaned, writhed, but could barely get hard in my cage...and he got off on all of it.

Curtis jerked off, came twice that night, while I watched -- bound, gagged and helpless.

"Go get me something to clean up with." he untied me once he'd came, then took one more look at the timelock safe.

"Can I come play more games tomorrow?" He asked. I gulped. I was so horny, I was basically at a loss for words. I just nodded.

He groped my cage, kissed me deeply and instantly...and then was gone.

1 day, 20 minutes remain.

Days 2 and 3

10 minutes remain on the timelock safe and it was the second day since I'd last touched my cock.

I was bound and gagged on the sofa again, arms pinned over my head. Curtis had visited again, and he hadn't even mentioned the key, right up until that point. Very suddenly there was one hand on my locked nub, the other winding rope around my wrists, and there I was...helpless again.

Curtis came back to the couch, twirling the keys in his fingers. I grunted into the gag, my hips thrusting frantically. Curtis chuckled, enjoying my frustration.

"So horny." he breathed. My eyes were trained on the key as it slid home, my cock bursting out as he lifted the tube away.

I thrusted into his hand, grunting and gasping, but his touch was ephemeral. His hands grazed my chest, underarms, legs, only briefly teasing my cock before returning to my nipples, my ass. My body reeled, exploding with sensation, but nothing he did was enough to get me to the edge. My breathing increased, my hips bucked, but pinned on my back I could do nothing to gain friction.

"Right. Come on." Curtis untied my wrists from the couch and instantly rebound them behind my back. He pushed me toward the bedroom, grinding against my ass as we walked. He placed his iron-hard dick in my hand then too, making me feel and stroke it as walked.

When we got to the bedroom, he pushed me onto my front and fucked me, ignoring my mingled grunting of pain and pleasure. Throughout, his fingertips whispered over my shaft, my swollen cock head. Over and over his dick and fingertips brought me hovering to the edge of orgasm, but not quite over.

When he finished, he flipped me over, eliciting a surprised moan as he replaced his dick with a vibrator in one continuous motion. His hands wrapped around my dick, he turned the vibrator up to full, and it was one, two, maybe three-dozen strokes for me to explode 2 days worth of cum all over my bound body.

--10 hours later--

DAY 3

My eyes fluttered open blearily, tracking by muscle memory to the alarm clock. 10:30 AM. I had to work in less than two hours. Fuck. I pursed my lips against a thick, aching pain in my head. The world felt like wool and I could barely remember the previous night for trying to contain my winesickness.

"Mmmn." Curtis mumbled in his sleep, one hand pulling my hip into his crotch. My breath hitched momentarily as I remembered that Curtis hadn't gone home last night.

"Hmn." He grunted again. In his sleep his hold on my hip bone tightened, my dick started to get hard and was blocked by the now-familiar sensation of a chastity device.

`Oh.' I thought. My heart pounded....then sunk. With one hand I reached down and fingered the device, confirming for my brain what my cock already knew:

He'd locked me back up.

Fuck.

I licked my lips and started trying to shuffle to the edge of the bed. Maybe I could find the keys before he woke up. Vaguely I remembered now drunkenly admitting that I had a 'hard time letting go'. Shitfuck.

"Mmn." He pulled me back into his crotch, starting to stir now. Rapidly I pretended to be asleep, praying that he would get up and shower first. Anything so I could look for the key.

--1 hour later--

We seemed to be at a standoff. I didn't know if he knew I was awake, or what, he seemed to be asleep, but--

"BEE BEE. BEE BEE. BEE BEE" ...the alarm clock went off right then, forcing me to speak to Curtis.

"Okay. I gotta leave in...20 minutes." I turned, and noticed he was stroking his very hard dick.

"Yeah, I think I'll cum first." He pushed me back onto the bed, one hand grabbed my locked dick, the other continued stroking his hard on. He kissed me hard, deeply, and then came all over me. ...I was amazed that somebody who had just came last night could still have so much cum inside of him.

"...you need a shower too now." he said softly, after he came. There was the shadow of a smirk in his face, as if he knew that this meant he would be able to keep an eye on me. ...I couldn't come up with any excuse as to why to avoid it, so I showered with him.

10 minutes later, I came out of the bathroom and he was already dressed and at the door. He gave me a hug, and kissed me again.

"See you around." I said.

"See you around." he echoed. ...in the language of Craigslist hookups, that usually meant it was unlikely I'd see him again...and in his eyes I could tell that it would likely be the same this time. I was thinking about previous hookups, I think, and he was out the door before I could re-train my mind to the key.

That's when I noticed that the timelock safe had been moved into the kitchen.

My heart pounded as I approached it.

...I was on my third continuous day of not being able to touch my cock. The timelock safe, at about 11:45 this morning, read:

'4 days, 5 hours, 30 minutes'

...fuck.

--HOURS LATER--

...it's 9:20 at night. My life is already a world of dichotomous extreme.

I'm exhausted from the past two days of nonstop sex, and my body craves sleep, but all I want right now is more sex and bondage...and really really badly to be able to stroke my dick.

The safe won't open for another 3 days and 20 hours. Goddamn, I'm horny.

-- TWO HOURS LATER --

11:20.

Earlier I tried fucking myself with a vibrator, hoping I would leak.

...I only leaked a few drops. I'm trying to get some sleep now. ...fuckfuckfuck.

It'll be a fucking long weekend.

3 days 18 hours remain.

Day 4

I'm on my 4th continuous day of not being able to touch my dick and it's been 2 days since my last orgasm.

It feels like my dick is starting to integrate with the cage.

While before I could gain some friction off the bottoms and tops of the cage, today my dick seems to just fill the cage, always. My balls are swollen now, too, so it's starting to slip down less.

There's less ability for me to get friction, less ability for me to get pleasure.

...I could kill Curtis right now, I wanna touch myself SO bad.

I really hope I can get someone to come over and fuck me tonight. I really need it.

3 days, 10 hours, 30 minutes remain.

--hours later--

At least I'm productive when I'm horny.

I was out for 6 hours AFTER work, doing work and errands...I'm so far ahead, I don't know what I'll do for the next few days.

...I got sad at a public washroom at A&W when I was out earlier. My errand took longer, because I couldn't use the urinal.

I felt humiliated, and that feeling made me hard in my cage...

3 days, 52 minutes remain.

--more hours later--

I thought I'd found someone to come over for 8:30, but now they're not answering my emails. Goddamnit, I am so frustrated. Gaaaaaaah. Fuck.

I thought I was going to be able to do some other things tonight, but now all I can think about is finding somebody else to stuff their dick in my holes.

Mmmmmmnnnggg.

2 days, 19 hours, 38 minutes remain.

--some more hours later--

A guy named J.P. came over instead.

J.P. started by ordering me to strip and to sit still next to him on the couch. He rubbed and caressed my chest, my nipples...and my cage. "You could still cum in that." He mused, fingertips breezing over my hole.

"Yeah." I gasped, "but without any of the pleasure of actually touching my cock."

"I can't imagine." His finger plunged into my hole, I gasped, writhing.

"It's kinder if I don't...cum like this. It's so...frustrating."

"Well then, we'll have to avoid that, won't we." He was suddenly very matter-of-fact. He dressed me in a jock strap, then wound a length of rope around my package, pulling it all away from my body. I moaned in frustration as he pulled it back, running the string between my legs, up my ass, and taught to a collar that his other hand was already looping around my neck. He tightened the rope so that I had to maintain a straight back, or else my cage would be tugged down and back. I inhaled sharply as the rope teased over my hole.

"Back to the couch." J.P. announced, pushing me ahead of him. He sat, and then dragged me over his lap, one hand pulling firmly down with my collar, leaving me little choice but to suck his erect cock. He then bound both of my hands behind my back, cinched tight at the forearms. I continued to try to deep throat his longer-than-I'm-used-to dick as he found a tube of lube, and a finger plunged deeper into my hole, tip rubbing against my prostate.

My dick flared inside its cage, a feeling deep inside me like I had to urinate, and I knew that I was leaking all over his thigh. I whimpered in embarrassment but he only pulled me down onto his dick harder, added a thumb into my ass to join the finger. I moaned and squealed, occasionally the hand on my collar would wander to fondle my package and I would cry out in frustrated need.

On one of those occasions I took my mouth off his dick. I swallowed the spit, and I think I even smiled. "What's wrong?" ...the smile melted off my face.

"...nothing...just...really fucking horny."

"...you need some water or something?"

And in the way he said that, something rocked in the world beneath me. I realized in that moment that my only purpose there and then, with J.P., was to make him cum.

That was literally it.

As this realization washed over me he pulled me back down to his dick by the collar and continued to thrust his longer-than-I-could-handle dick down my throat.

By the second time he lubed up his finger and re-entered my hole, I was basically singing over his dick. I was moaning with such frustration and feeling such sensation that I could barely see. Something inside of me, though, kept saying:

"Don't close your eyes. Open them. Look at what you did."

And so I would open them, and I would see a man thrusting in and out of my mouth without remorse, I would feel my wrists bound behind my back, I would hear myself grunting around his dick, I would feel his hand on my throat.

The third time he lubed up his fingers, I thought I would die of horniness.

But then, he untied one of my hands. He didn't take the hand off my collar, but guided my untied hand toward his dick. Taking the cue, I started stroking his shaft as I sucked, hoping maybe that would make him cum.

The fourth time he lubed up his fingers I grew desperate. Wildly, I grabbed at a condom near the television with the free hand. I lifted my mouth from his dick, gasping.

"Please." I begged, the question burning in my eyes.

He took the condom, but retied my hands behind my back. Next, he untied the rope between the collar and my jockstrap. Finally, he lubed my hole, sat down on the couch, and lubed up his dick.

"Well. Come on."

Fuck. ...pursing my lips I straddled his legs and he positioned himself at my entrance. I slid myself down onto his shaft, a shock of electricity coursing through me as the tip of it grazed my prostate.

When it was all the way in, I opened my eyes to him slipping a gag into my mouth. He started fucking me, slowly, and I started leaking all over his stomach and moaning fresh curses into the penis-shaped gag.

He carried on that way for 15 minutes, fucking me slowly. I was nearly shaking by the time he pushed me off, onto the couch.

"Lie down." He said, simply. I rolled onto my belly, trying my best to keep my hips slightly raised so I wouldn't grind my chastity device into the couch.

...it was unpreventable though.

He pounded me hard, for another ten minutes, by the end of which I was a sobbing mess of horniness. I glanced over at the inactive television at the right moment and saw his final thrust sent a wave through my body. I shivered watching his tanned frame, twice my size, dominate and breed me.

He thanked me. I thanked him. He left. I felt a little bit better from having leaked so much.

Still, though. No cumming came of it. I smell of J.P..

I feel like a whore.

I am still so fucking horny.

2 days. 15 hours, 38 minutes remain.

Day 5

This is my 5th continuous day of not being able to touch my cock and 3 days since my last orgasm.

My hole is aching from the intense fucking J.P. gave me last night.

Still, just...really desperate.

2 days, 5 hours, 30 minutes remaining.

---some time later---

Kevin came over today, a friend from highschool. He came over at around noon, and we drank heavily while playing video games.

At one point we started playing truth or dare, and he dared me to wear adult diapers until the end of the game. They were thickly padded, and I couldn't feel -any- sensation against my cock.

We kept playing games, in all he made me drink 2 litres through drinking with him and daring me to drink...

"Okay, I gotta go." He started to get up and grab his bag. I waddled toward the washroom, the alcohol starting to press on my bladder.

"Hey, could I borrow one of your books before I go?" I stopped and turned.

"Yeah, sure." I led him into my small library off the hallway. He closed the door behind us. I turned my back to him to look at the books, suddenly Kevin wrenched an elbow around my neck, and shoved a penis gag into my mouth.

"Mmmph?!" I grunted.

"What, you thought every other guy in town would get to play with you except me?" Kevin whispered into my ear. Immediately I was rock hard in my cage. Kevin forced me to my knees, then I heard the rip of duct tape as he swiftly wrapped the roll 4 times around me head, securing the gag. He patted my cheek smugly.

"Mmmmr." I moaned. Then he positioned me against the wall behind the door of the library where there were two large wall-to-wall metal bars. He forced me under them, and looped a chain around my wrists, padlocking them to the lower bar.

"Mmmmn! Mmmn!" I grunted, yanking with my wrists and squirming forward onto my knees. With the toe of his boot he pushed my chest backward, and I fell against the wall, wrists above my head, silenced by the gag, crotch helplessly trapped away under layers of cotton.

Kevin left the room and came back with a key, dangling from a string. The middle of the string was bunched up inside a block of ice. Grinning, he attached the string to the higher bar. He watched as I reached up with my fingers, giggled as he watched me grasp, trying to cover the impossible foot between my bound hands and the key. I turned to him.

"Mmmph! MMMMMMPH!" I grunted, rattling the chains. He just shook his head. That's when I noticed that he'd set my laptop up on the shelf across from me. There, on the screen, was a man that looked to be about 20. He was stroking his massive, hard cock.

"Why don't you ask him?" Kevin voice dripped.

I turned to the screen now.

"MMMMPPPH!!!" I screamed into the gag. The man on the screen moaned and stroked harder. I was entranced by his cock, humping into my diapers, wishing I could gain the tiniest amount of friction. Beside me the door to the library snapped shut.

"Mmmn?!" My head snapped to the closed door.

"Have fun!" I heard from the other side.

"MMMMMPH!!!!" I screamed, just as the front door to my apartment clicked shut.

...hours passed. Man after man came into their screens as I begged, pleaded, screamed, grunted and moaned into my gag. I shook my head, trying to convey to them that I was trapped. They just laughed at me, moaned at me, came at me.

On the third hour, the laptop died.

On the fourth hour, it occurred to me that there was enough room between the bar and the wall for me to stand behind it. This was a bad idea. I was able to grope the front of the diapers, but because they were so thick, I couldn't actually feel ANY sensation to my cock. I just got more frustrated than ever.

On the sixth hour the key dropped.

Another friend told me he might come over later if I was free. Well, I'm `free' now.

1 day, 21 hours, 31 minutes remaining until the timelock safe opens.

--an hour later--

Nobody came over.

So I fucked myself with a vibrator, and managed to squirt from the stimulation, even though I only got a semi.

Super embarrassing, but super pleasurable.

I'm finally able to calm down a little bit.

While I was tied up in the library, I pulled something in my groin. Gonna have a smoke and lie down for awhile.

1 day, 20 hours, 16 minutes remain.

(((Based heavily on a true story. Names altered for protection.)))

--two hours later--

Can't get to sleep. Asshole next to me is playing rock music SO loud.

--three hours later--

Awake, and horny, because of the neighbour. It's muffled, and just, like...bass. Like, so much bass. At first I thought it was Journey, but now, I dunno?

--an hour later--

I knocked and asked him to quiet down. He looked surprised to see me, I was flushed because I'm still crazy horny. I don't think I've gotten soft since Kevin left. Anyway. He was really nice about it, smiled, said he'd quiet down.

Imma smoke and see if I can get some sleep.

1 day, 15 hours remain.

Day 6 and 7

I was high as shit, drunk as a fish, and wearing a skirt, thigh-highs, panties and a blouse. I was also out of mixer.

Hastily I shoved myself, skirt and all into a pair of pjammas and an old t-shirt. I was too drunk to find my sneakers, so I used the high heels that I'd brought out along with the other stuff, and tromped out the front door with just my keys and wallet.

I locked the door, I turned, and there was a white van with the door open. A friendly, Santa Claus-type character was behind the wheel, and he was smiling broadly.

"Get in, I'll give you a ride."

I was so drunk and so fucking stoned I don't really remember getting in the car. I barely remember the drive, either, as soon as I got into the car the massive hit of shatter I'd had right before leaving kicked in and I reeled, disassociating. It felt like my body was different from my brain, and I recognized then that that 7th bowl had been too much -- I was greening out.

Fortunately I didn't start getting nauseous, I just felt a horrible disconnect.

The next thing I was aware of was being on the man's bed, my forearms duct-taped behind my back, and I was stripped down to a garter-belt and thigh-highs, my dick erect in its cage and bouncing helplessly in front of me. I groaned, thrusting into the air.

"Come on down, sissy." The man said. I looked around then, and realized that I was between his legs, kneeling, my arms trapped behind my back, dressed like a whore on his bed. He gnarled his fingers in my hair and led me down to his dick, his balls, his ass.

He was fat. I'd always wondered how fat people have sex, and now I knew -- his massive belly flowed overtop of his crotch, and the only way he could get serviced was to lie down and force somebody underneath. He shoved my head under his rotundness, my cage scraping against the bed with every bob of my head. I whimpered in frustration as my cock and balls rubbed helplessly against his bed. His tree-trunk thighs blocked the mirror, but I'm sure I was a picture of whorishness, sucking on this man more than twice my age.

My whimpers around his cock soon became gags and grunts as the smell of his belly and ass became overpowering. Still, his fingers were in my hair, still my arms were duct taped behind my back, and still I had no idea where I was. The noises from my mouth soon took the form of muffled begs and pleas.

"Aww. You just want to cum, don't you, sissy?" He teased, and shoved my head harder into his cheesy-smelling nethers. I did. Hell to fuck, I did, but I couldn't cum. And I was in no position to stop what he was doing to me.

The old man fucked my face for half an hour, then pulled me off his dick, shoving me roughly to the side an instant before he exploded all over his thigh.

"Wanna drink?" were his very next words.

"Uhm." I said, very quietly. "Could you, untie me?"

"What do you want to drink?" The old man asked, already out of the room. "What first comes to mind."

"Rum?" I answered not thinking. The old man returned with scissors and a glass of rum and coke. He cut me free, and pressed the glass into my hands immediately.

"Sit down for a second." he said, and turned on the TV. Pleasantly, it was Star Trek: Discovery. I was instantly distracted, still pretty high from my apartment, and tried to catch up with what was happening.

"I'm just going to do 5 minutes of work." he said, and padded back the bedroom, still wearing nude. I nodded, completely not listening. Michael Burnham was trying to invade her old Master's mind, and there was a graduation ceremony and really cool fight choreography to watch. Anyway, I made a drinking game of it, every time Sarek tried to stop Michael doing what she wanted to do, I drank. I don't remember whether or not Michael succeeded, because the drink had sleeping pills in it.

Somehow it was only 2 hours later when I woke up. Santa Claus pushed me out of his van in front of my building.

As I was stumbling up to the third floor, the door next to my apartment opened, and the crazy-loud-bass-music guy stumbled out. He was wearing a toque or something, and was watching the door, closing it behind him. I slipped past him and pulled my keyring out of my pocket, thumbing the housekey forward.

"Oh, hey." He said from behind me. I froze. In that moment all I could think about was my locked dick, and how my ass was still sticky from lube. I swallowed. "Y-yeah?" My mouth was dry. I turned. He was holding his hand out, looking down at me with what I suddenly noticed were brilliant green eyes. His hands were bigger than mine. "Sorry about the other night." He continued looking to me, his palm was raised. After a moment I figured out what he wanted and shook his hand. His other hand reached into his back pocket. "Here," he said, fumbling. >From out of his jeans he pulled a small cardboard box. He withdrew his other hand, passing me the container.

"What's this?" I opened it. Inside were...well, I guess most people wouldn't know what they were, but I'm a musician, I understood. They were form-fitting, noise-cancelling ear plugs. I blinked, and picked one up, turning it over, admiring the interplay of medical grade silicone with stainless steel. My mouth opened and closed. They were beautiful, they probably cost $120. Each. I looked up at my neighbour, who just looked at my curiously. "...uhm...how did you?"

"They'll do up to concert-venue decibals." He answered. "Look, me and my friends like to drink every now and again...I don't want you inconvenienced." I just looked at the box silently. He looked from me to the box. Shrugged in exasperation, then reached over. "Look, I was just trying to do something nice, okay, kid?" I jerked the box back, took a drunken step backward.

"Hey, no. I mean, yeah. That's..." I looked in the box again. They were gorgeous. "That's fine. We'll call it even. Sorry I gave you a hard time man." I shut the box, he extended his shaking hand again.

"Thanks. I'm Kai Masterson. What's your name?"

I told him. ...in hindsight that was probably my biggest mistake.

Without a further thought, I stumbled up to my room, put in the earplugs and fell asleep.

DAY 7

Today is the day that the cock cage can come off.

Right now, 5 hours, 7 minutes remain.

--hours later--

Did all of my homework for the next week. Jesusfuck am I horny and full of energy. Also went for an hour long jog.

The timelock safe opens in 40 minutes!

In other news, a friend is coming over -- he said he wanted to try the new Zelda game.

--30 minutes later--

I opened the door to Kevin's shit-eating grin.

"You fucking asshole!" I said, and started trying to shut the door. He jammed his foot in it.

"Enjoy you time in the library cocksucker?" He teased. I blushed bright red. Kevin jammed the door forward and pushed past me into the apartment.

"I thought Henry was coming over." I said, slowly.

"Well, he couldn't make it." Kevin said. I turned to find that he was already standing in the living room in front of the timelock safe.

"He told me what's up too." He said pointedly, rubbing the front of his jeans. I blushed frantically.

"Well, it's five minutes until it opens, and I'm so fucking horny I could cum from anything."

"I'll take that bet."

"What?" Kevin turned, his grin was sideways.

"I fuck you until the thing unlocks. If you cum while I'm fucking you, do whatever you want, I'll leave. If not, I decide what happens."

I instantly got rock hard in my cage.

"I...Whuh--" Kevin looked down at the safe and scrunched his lips. I walked over to him. He made direct eye contact with me and grabbed my aching balls. He massaged them, making me moan and squeal.

"Tick-tock." he said softly, rubbing his thumb over the front of my cage.

"Alright, fine!" I cried. He wasted no time, forced me onto my knees, face down, ass up, and mounted me. I immediately started moaning and thrusting backward into him. I could feel the pressure starting to build behind my balls, behind my shaft. I thrusted backward again, and this time he stopped, holding still in me for a moment.

"Aaaaah!" I moaned, thrusting wildly backwards, reaching back with my hands.

"Bad boy." Kevin said, and pulled a roll of duct tape toward him, binding my wrists together behind my back. At the same time he rammed hard into me again, and I cried out, my back arching as my dick spasmed and throbbed...but no cum came out. Still Kevin continued riding me as another minute passed, then another.

Another wave of pleasure began to build inside of me, and as it reached its crest I suddenly heard the whirring of the timelock safe, and instantly Kevin pulled out. The sensation left me right, right on the edge, and I immediately flung my ass backward into the air.

"NO!" I cried. "PLEASE!" Kevin just chuckled, stroking his cock. I started to whine and threw my ass back again and again.

"PLEASE FUCK ME!"

"You're being so noisy." He stroked his dick harder as I yanked and pulled at my restraints.

"...please?" I asked, more quietly, my dick writhing and flopping helplessly in its cage.

"Ask me just one more time." Kevin said, making very firm eye contact with me. I swallowed.

"Please would you fuck me?" He shook his head, licking his lips with my frustration. Then he shoved his dick back in his pants, did up his jeans, and pulled off a sock.

"I--No, NO-mmmPPHH!" He shoved the sock right into my mouth and held in place with duct tape. Then mussed my hair lightly.

"Right. Come on."

"Mmmmmmnnn." I whimpered, knowing that I had agreed this, but damning Kevin all the same. He lead me into the bathroom and seated me on the toilet. Then he left and came back with the timelock safe.

"Hhhhhmmmnnn." I grunted into my gag, my whole being alive with need as he removed the key, and then the tube. I thrust into his hand, but he removed it right away. He left the room and returned with a dish of soapy water and a wash cloth. Gently he washed my dick, and it grew in the washcloth, desperate for touch, desperate to cum. My moans and grunts grew louder as he cleaned. Then he left the room once more, and returned with a simple pack of ice. My eyes caught on it, and my brows furrowed.

He wasn't going to let me cum.

I stood up from the toilet in protest, walking toward him.

"Mmmn-mmn." I grunted, "MMN-MMN!" Calmly, firmly, he pushed me back down onto the toilet, then taped my ankles to the sides of the cistern with two stripes each. I struggled on the toilet, but there was little I could do.

Besides. He hadn't even removed the ring. He'd never intended to let me cum.

Kevin pushed the ice deeper around my ballsack and shaft, under the ring, around the device...and my dick shrank, as did my protests. Screams of denial into the sweaty sock became vague whimpers as my dick shrunk, and as he finally replaced the tube, and turned the key.

"MMMMMNNNNN." I screamed again, flopping the now caged dick up and down. So close. I had been SO CLOSE to orgasming. I was staring at my dick, struggling with my limbs, and was so engrossed in the fact that I was now locked again, I forgot about Kevin until I heard the familiar whirr of the timelock.

Startled I looked down.

"I'm going with a theme." He said cruelly as he left the room.

...5 days, 5 hours and 5 minutes remained.

"MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!!!"

"Now-now." Kevin said, coming back with more duct tape and diapers.

"There's no point in regretting your decision now."

He didn't remove the gag. Instead he undid my legs, diapered me thickly, bound my legs together again, and threw me on the couch.

"G'night, boy." I struggled and thrust against the binds, thrusting into the diapers as well...hoping that he would untie me, that I would gain friction against the device and cum, anything. But my begs and pleas were strangled noises through the sweaty sock, and three layers of diapers separated my caged cock from the world so effectively, that no amount of humping of thrusting could have any effect.

Chuckling he pulled out his phone, went into my bedroom and closed the door.

--A couple hours later--

I heard the front door click, and my eyes snapped open. I could hear that Kevin was gone, and on the table beside the couch a pair of scissors had mysteriously appeared. Whining, I cut myself free, got the diapers off, and immediately started pulling at the chastity cage in blind frustration. My balls felt so full after 5 full days of cum, and the weight in my hands was astonishingly frustrating. Hoping for release I rushed back to the living room and fucked myself with my vibrator vigorously.

I managed to leak a bit, but certainly not 5 day's worth. Like...3 globules, maybe. Each one elicited a mega-whimper from me....my whimpers now are sounding more and more like sobbing.

After a lot of futile humping and some smoking, I put in my new earplugs and went to bed. ...and the following day, things began to change.

5 days, 3 hours, 25 minutes remain.

((Based Heavily on a true story, names changed for protection))

Day 8

It has been 8 continuous days since I've last touched my cock and 6 continuous days since my last orgasm.

This morning, for the first time in memory, I rushed right to the living room when I woke up and started fucking myself mindlessly with a dildo. I was so horny, so desperate to leak.

5 minutes had passed and I had started to tremble and sob before I fully accepted that nothing was going to come out. Shaking, I wiped myself up, thumbed my cage helplessly, and went to start a bath.

4 days, 18 hours, 51 minutes remain.

-- 6 hours later --

I was high, dressed in a garter belt and incredibly, incredibly horny. I was also at work and doing my very best to avoid showing it. I was bending over to stock the sugar at the warming station, in my head I could hear Curtis' voice,

"You just wanna cum don't you?" and J.P.'s, "What's the matter, you thirsty or something?"

I could feel the runners from the garter slide up and down the backs of my ass cheeks, my cock grew hard in my cage as my shift supervisor said something I didn't quite catch.

"I'm sorry sir, what was that?"

Everything stopped. I had never, ever called any colleague at the coffee shop `sir' before, and certainly not this one -- who happened to be my straight best friend. I swallowed. The silence stretched between us. Finally he stammered,

"Uh, I said can you pour the cold brew?"

I blushed bright red, and if anything my cock got harder from the embarrassment as I poured the cold brew, my moment of thoughtless subservience pounding in my head.

Somehow I got through that. I'm home now, naked again, and fuck I just wanna cum. I've never been more focussed on my dick, and never felt more helpless to do anything about it.

At this point, it is 4 days, 5 hours and 40 minutes until the timelock safe will open.

-- Hours later --

Oh, goddamned fucking torment!

My cock is so hard, my balls are full and sore, but I can't stick anything in my butt.

Why? My asshole is a goddamned ring of fire from the past week of hardcore sex.

The best I can do is spend all evening icing it, and hope I'm able to fuck tomorrow.

Rrrrrr. So horny. And the constant sensation of the cold compress is just keeping me there.

As I get up at 9 PM for dinner, more soothing cream and another cold compress, there are 4 days, 2 hours and 40 minutes remaining before the timelock safe will open.

This makes me hard, and frustrated, and there is nothing I can do about it but rub my cage. My balls are full and low, I feel like my whole package throbs with need.

I'm drinking and smoking and eating trying to get to sleep, and icing the fuck out of my ass in the hopes that one of the connections I made tonight pans out to some sex (and maybe some relief from the pressure and frustration) tomorrow.

Thank fuck for my new earplugs. I've never slept better, once I do get to sleep. Wearing them again tonight.

4 days, 2 hours, 30 minutes remaining.

Day 9

It has now been 9 continuous days since I've been able to touch my penis and a solid week since I've been able to orgasm.

Not much happened today...except that my life now firmly revolves around my locked cock.

I forgot to bring lube to work today (as well as my...ahem...soothing anal cream), so I had to go home at lunch so I could lube the cock ring and soothe the other ring...

Then my underwear wasn't gripping my cage properly, so I had to go out after work and buy new supportive underwear.

Then I noticed my balls were still chafing against my thighs, so I had to go and get baby powder to make my balls and thighs smooth.

Plus my ass is still swollen, so I've replaced all the toilet paper in the house with hundreds of baby wipes (because, hey, they were on sale).

...my locked status caused me to spend over $60 today. I dunno how I feel about that, but this aloe vera baby wipe wrapped in an ice cube sure feels good on my poor, abused hole.

Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to use a vibrator and leak some more. It's been two days since I've last leaked from anal stimulation now.

3 days, 6 hours, 3 minutes remain.

--later--

On reflection, the thing I hated most about this morning was how `used to it' I was starting to get. The cleaning of the cage and checking of the hole has become so routine. I feel like orgasm denial itself is training me.

The thing I have the hardest time getting used to is looking down and seeing my swollen balls between my legs. I mean, I'm not worried about my health or anything (t was on day 5 that I managed to basically cum anally, and day 7 that I leaked from milking myself), it's just the mindfuck of my balls being full and ready and there being nothing I can do to empty them. The very thought of it makes me hump into my cage and whine with need.

This, on reflection, is not actually the hardest thing to get used to. The hardest thing is when I place my back to the mirror and one leg up on the counter so I can examine my ass, and I catch the sight of my chastity ring and the barest hint of my trapped dick dangling in front of my hole. Something about that angle is SO hot and, especially when I'm stoned or drunk, I catch myself wanting to fuck the me-boy in the mirror.

...and then, as soon as I start to get hard, being very forcefully reminded that I couldn't anyway.

I re-arranged my house a bit today. Moved some things from the bedroom into the living room. Not sure why, I guess I was just bored.

Putting in my earplugs, then going to bed.

3 days, 4 hours, 30 minutes remain.

Days 10 and 11

Day 10

Today J.P. came over again.

It was different in every way it could be, mostly because it was driven by my own mounting neediness. I was desperate for him to fuck me again -because- of how much it hurt and how long it lasted last time. Ropes and gags were not needed. I was bound by my need for his donkey dick to ensure I got the deepest prostate stimulation, the best chance of leaking and maybe squirting.

The turnaround was hell. I had just returned from a live song and dance event at 8:30, and I'd planned for J.P. to arrive at 8:45. What's more, I didn't want him ruining my hole again, so I had 15 minutes to both horn myself up, prepare myself, and install a fuckable butt-plug to help protect me.

I barely made it, a stoned, flushed, horny mess smelling of rum, trembling and dishevelled in the lobby of my apartment building. J.P. was calmly exhaling clouds of vapour outside. He saw me and grinned, I opened the door.

"Hey." He pecked me on the lips as he came in, surprising me. He didn't do any of that last time.

Back up at the apartment I got undressed and he laughed openly, his fingers immediately seeking out the hole in my buttplug.

"You're in that already." I just moaned as he fingered the plug. "That wasn't necessary, we could just chill for awhile...you've had a hoot yet?"

"Yeah, could use another."

I used my waterpipe, he used his vape pen. He fingered me some more, I moaned some more.

"What's that stuff?" My amp and sign and microphone were in the corner.

"Oh, I'm a professional dancer. Also, an okay singer."

"What kind of dance?"

"Oh, Jazz, Ballet, Tap. ...and Belly Dance."

"Belly Dance" He started rubbing his crotch. "Like `ta see that."

Horny as I was, I took it as an order, and immediately turned on some music. 'Right as Rain' by Adele. I began dancing for him, my hips swayed and swished, my ass bouncing and jiggling. I fused traditional oriental-egyptian movement with contemporary jazz movement, and by the end of the first verse the shockwaves that every shimmy and hip thrust sent through my prostate, via the plug, had me seeing white -- my whole body suddenly alive and right on the edge.

A touch, a single thrust with my real, unrestrained cock could have done it in that moment, and as I danced, as I trembled, my choreography flew from my mind. I drew back, contracting with my hips and my ribs, the balls of my feet struggling to match the bass line and hold my rhythm. I was forced into improvisation, my legs frantically tried to catch up as my mind and dick wrestled for homeostasis.

In the chorus I was able to get back on to the choreography and I clung to it, a drowning man grasping upon a bright red lifesaver. My routine had been made solid by hours of rehearsal, and only this saved me from melting into a puddle of horniness right there.

Directly after the dance, J.P. stopped talking and cast me onto the couch, my back on the fabric, my ankles on his shoulders. He fucked me that way for 15 minutes before I rolled over onto all fours, hoping I could gain some better friction.

The entire time his hands roamed over my body, and everywhere he touched me was pure electricity. I gasped and moaned, my every nerve on edge. The additional few days of not having orgasmed made my whole skin-organ a live wire, a huge solid nerve ending begging for attention. Several times he asked me if I was okay as I gasped especially loudly or moaned with particular intensity. I could only confirm, with increasingly rigid trembling, that I was really really really horny.

J.P. fucked me doggy-style for 20 minutes. By the end my moans and grunts had died to whimpers. Every fucking thrust hit my prostate SO good, felt SO good, but nowhere in my cock or in my balls was that familiar sensation that felt so like peeing.

No leaking. No squirting. Nothing came out. And as J.P. massaged my balls, there was no real pain either -- his fucking of me was releasing something, anyway....there was just also....incredible, endless, horniness. I was so desperate, so deeply hoping to leak that I was hungry. Every time he pulled a little farther back, my ass would follow him. At one point he threatened to pull out of my hole entirely and I protested, literally begging,

"NO~" ...he gave me what I begged for and slammed back into me.

Finally he climbed off of me and sat down, his cock was still rigid, sticking in the air. I sat down, and gripped my cage, my sounds of frustrated need becoming steady, urgent and somewhat high-pitched.

"No leaking." it wasn't a question, he just said it and...looked amused, as h stroked his own cock.

"Noooo." I said, and it was basically a moan. "I guess I need a couple more days."

"Why don't you climb on up?" I looked over. My cock was throbbing in its cage, but there had been no fluid coming out. I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say.

"You could still leak." he stroked his cock. "It's not too late."

Those words, that -idea-, was all I needed to hear. I basically leapt up into his lap, riding his cock, my moans of pleasure and anticipation returning as I arched again and again back onto his dick. He stroked my cage thoughtfully, thrusting into me.

"Part of me wishes I could jack your 8 days of cum all over my chest." I moaned heavily at that, his cock hitting that PLACE right at the same time.

"But then I remember...that it's your denial that makes all of this possible. So what's really hotter?" My cock throbbed, my cage flailed. His eyes flickered down to my locked nub and he chuckled, as if that was all the answer that was required.

----30 minutes later----

"Thanks, man." He was putting on his jacket now.

"Naw, thank you. I think I'll actually sleep tonight." I was already rubbing a cream on my ass, and in the end nothing had come out of my cock, but something had definitely been exorcised...even if it was just physical energy.

I put in my earplugs and went straight to bed.

2 days, 55 minutes remain.

DAY 11

I did sleep well last night.

But I fucking sleep-walked through today.

Between the show I'd hosted the previous night (during which I'd sang and danced for over an hour), the private performance for J.P. (during which I'd danced plugged for the first time) and the 45 minutes of intense fucking (which had -not- resulted in a release of seminal fluid), I was exhausted.

It was a bone-deep kind of tired. When I got home I couldn't immediately sort through it all. A bath, some lunch, and I fell into a deep sleep at around 3:00 until around 6:30.

Now, as I'm recording the events of today and yesterday, my balls are low and full. Today is the first day I've really had trouble with the tube of the Holy Trainer. I think I did -too- good of a job with qtips cleaning this morning, and my dick keeps getting stuck at odd angles.

Oh well. There isn't long to wait now.

Icing my butt and drinking, 'cause whiskey dick helps the horn. Still horny as all goddamned fuck.

Enjoying the best earplugs ever. Can't ever hear any of my neighbours. Good night, world!

1 day, 2 hours, 42 minutes remain.

Day 12

It has now been 12 days since I was last able to touch my cock and 10 days since I was last able to orgasm.

I am so crazy horny, but tonight nothing can go wrong. Tonight, after work, I will finally get to touch myself!

11 hours, 2 minutes remain.

-- Many hours later --

An old friend of mine, Jack, was in town.

Jack's a puppy friend from when I lived in Toronto, we both used to play as part of the Toronto Pack. He was only in town tonight, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to invite him over for some pupping. He came over at 9 PM, and we took turns at it.

I have no idea where the desire for puppy play came from...but more and more, over the past 3 or 4 days, I've been finding myself wanting to wear my old collar, been finding myself wanting to wear a jockstrap. Feeling...very human puppy.

I didn't question why, I just invited Jack over.

First I pupped him up, saran wrapped his calves to his thighs and wrapped up his fists into paws. I played Zelda, stroking his little doggy dick every now and again. He didn't seem to want to cum, though, he pulled away any time he got close, and eventually asked to be untied.

Then he pupped me up, in the same way.

I'll admit, I'd lost track of time. I'd had a bit much to drink, and there aren't any clocks in my house for reasons that are entirely separate from this story.

Anyway. The effect of this was that I hadn't been a puppy half an hour, I was happily sucking away on Jack's `bone', when I heard the timelock safe open.

"There we go." Jack murmured, and then pushed me off his dick.

"Okay." I said, rearing up unto my knees. I couldn't stand because of the way my legs were accordian-ed by the saran wrap, but I rose up as tall as I could. "Time to let me out."

"Mmmn." Jack said, his pitch going downward at the end. I didn't like the sound of that.

"Jack." I said. He went around behind me, and I wiggled, exposing my thighs so that he could cut the saran wrap.

Unexpectedly, he reached between my legs and unlocked the cage. I gasped. He slid the tube off, then the ring. I shuddered as he rubbed against my hard cock.

"O-okay. Great. Now unti--" I was cut off by a swatch of duct tape that sealed my mouth shut. Then another stripe. And another. And another.

"Mmmmm!" He grabbed my dick, stroked it. "MMMMNNN."

"Better idea." Suddenly there was a pillow between my legs. "Grip that with your puppy paws, and hump."

I froze. My dick throbbed against the pillow, leaked into it. But I blushed with the embarrassment of what he was asking me to do. Not to mention the unfairness. I whined into the tape, reached down with one paw and rubbed my dick, recoiling as the edges of the tape scratched its head.

Jack snorted. I abandoned the pillow and crawled over to him, humping into the air near his hand. He withdrew just as quickly.

"Uhn-uhn, puppy. Pillow, or nothing."

"Mmmmn!" I glared at him with shining eyes, humping my hard dick into the air.

"Unless you want me to lock you back up right now?"

I froze, again. Slowly, I turned toward the pillow and mounted it, one fist wrapping around each end of it. Glacially at first, I rubbed myself against the pillow, the fabric felt scratchy against my cock. The only stimulation was a single stripe on the underside of my cock. Nobody's hand touched my cock, the only bit of skin was my belly scraping occasionally on the top as I humped.

Even so, I admit it was fucking bliss. Every hump, every bit of fabric that touched my ACTUAL REAL UNRESTRAINED DICK felt SO great, and once I was beyond that initial embarrassment, I was lost in bliss. I moaned heavily into the tape, my whole body alive with sexual energy. My tempo ramped higher and higher until I was jack rabbiting myself into the white cushion.

I probably only lasted 75 seconds.

When I was done, Jack unbound my legs, then led me soundlessly into a bath. I moaned and grunted helplessly into my tape, pawing every now and again with my useless balled up fists as he cleaned me. After that, Jack pinned my wrists behind me and held me between his legs in the bathtub, his left arm wrapped tight around my chest.

"You wanna touch it?"

A sob caught in my throat, but I nodded, slowly. Jack released one of my arms, allowed me a brief stroke of my dick, then grabbed my wrist and wrenched it behind my back.

It would be my last touch for a very long time.

With one hand wrapped around my chest, Jack worked a bar of soap and a small razorblade with the other, shaving my privates. As I laid there helplessly, watching my friend's deft swipes rob me of what masculinity I had regained, he clutched me tight to him and hummed an odd sea shanty. It was in 6/8 and filled me with a sense of foreboding.

"How do you know when the Sarows is coming?"

Jack left directly after my bath. I found the keys back in the timelock safe. At least he went fairly easy on me. ...my balls are emptied, my dick and cage are clean. Something in me is telling me I should be grateful.

This is not my first instinct.

This same part of me already doesn't care that I didn't get to touch my cock today. It tells me, quietly, that this is irrelevant.

I wonder where the fuck this part of me has come from...but, I'm so tired, I don't question much. I just...put in my earplugs and go to bed.

2 days, 17 hours, 45 minutes remain.

Day 13

It's been 13 days since I was last able to touch my cock, and only one day since my last orgasm.

Today is a day of rest.

After last night's puppy play, I was up until 4 in the morning drinking, playing video games, and being horny.

This morning I slept right through until half-past 10. I'm lounging around, drinking and playing more video games and being more horny.

When I got up I replaced my coffee table with a small punishment cage. It's not big enough to store me in overnight, but my guests will now be able to use it to store me for up to two hours between their orgasms.

I don't know why I did that. ...but it seems like the right thing to do.

Clearly I already want to suck and fuck again, more than I ever have. More than I can possible explain. But I promised myself I would give my body today to recover.

I posted an advert, hoping for somebody to come over tomorrow before the timelock safe opens, so that they can utilize my horniness. =P I have some potentials and I'm...more excited than I should be?

I know I'm horny, but why the fuck do I crave cock so much?

I think it's Alex' who's coming over tomorrow. He said that he's tentative cause I only have a Bachelor apartment, but I told him I'd share a bed if he needed to stay the night.

2 days, 3 hours, 33 minutes remain.

...at the end of the day, I was completely exhausted. I went to bed early, making sure my earplugs were well in place so that I wouldn't be woken up halfway through.

14 Days

14 days later, and only one day remained.

That was the day I might still have been able to pull out of my holy trainer. I might have been able to rip the device off, for good.

Unfortunately, I exchanged those thoughts for my earplugs. I slipped them in, and slipped off into a deep, deep sleep.

...it is difficult to articulate, now, how much I wish I'd touched my cock that night.

Because in the morning everything changed, forever.

Day 15

Some things in life happen quickly, other things happen immediately. This thing happened immediately.

I woke up, still in my collar, and went to the bathroom for my morning dump. I sat down, and I couldn't go. That's it. Just...couldn't. Couldn't piss either. Nothing came out. I had to go. It's not like I didn't have to go. But I couldn't go. I gulped, and stood, again, not sure of what to do.

I kicked off my pants, and thought maybe the sound of running water would help. So I moved over to the bathtub...and noticed that there was a square, medium-sized pan in the middle of the bathtub. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion. I must've left it there the previous night, somehow. Whatever. It was 4 am, it was too early to think about when I had put the pan in the bathtub.

I stepped into the bathtub, and from somewhere that I couldn't see, a speaker that I couldn't see played a small sound that I barely heard. The effect was instantaneous.

My collar felt tight, so tight. I felt like I was being choked. My hands reached up to my collar, but were immediately thrown forward as what felt like invisible bands pressed themselves around my legs, forcing my shins and my thighs together. It literally felt like one person was pushing me forward while another was pushing me down. I struggled, but crouched and then fell forward onto my hands and knees in the bathtub. I leaned back and rolled onto the balls of my feet to stand, but my legs didn't want to straighten.

At the same time I experienced a horrendous sort of psychic shock. Wave after wave of mental energy rolled in and through my consciousness, and what rolled out with its tide was clarity and focus. I moaned, struggled to stay upright on my toes. Within an instant I couldn't remember where I was. Within a few seconds, I couldn't remember who I was. Everything was just the moment, and the dizziness. I grabbed at the sides of the tub, but I couldn't grip the sides for some reason. I didn't understand why. I couldn't perceive past the room, and for some reason I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be doing. I rolled backward and forward on the balls of my feet instead, right over top of the pan. After a few more moments the sensation of the collar loosened, with it the dizziness began to abate. I planted my hands down between my legs, on either side of the pan, just trying to make the world stop spinning.

The instant I planted my hands -- which I noticed were balled and that I couldn't seem to unball them -- my bladder and bowels released. My morning bowel movement dropped unceremoniously into the pan, while my locked cock took awhile longer to dispense my morning piss. I still felt stunned and confused. I looked ahead, my head and upper body swaying, and caught a glimpse of myself in the steel of the faucet: naked, collared, pissing helplessly into a tray. I looked from my helpless dick, to my unresponsive fingers in confusion, pawed the floor of the bathtub as I splashed my thighs with urine.

That same instant a speaker from somewhere I couldn't see played a different small sound that I could barely hear. Instantly the world seemed to expand in a rush, the invisible whatever that was binding my legs dissipating with it. In the shock of outward motion, I was suddenly aware that I was in the bathroom, and that I was a person, and that I was going to be late for work soon, and all of the other things that I had very suddenly forgotten.

The rush of motion carried me forward and I gasped as I fell headlong into the wall; my hands came forward and splayed at the very last instant, catching my head before it slammed the shower tile. One hand instantly reached up and yanked the collar off, threw it across the room.

Fuck.

I looked around the room. ...I was alone, as far as I could tell. ...but what the fuck what that, then?

I knew now that my apartment was being watched. And as I got out of the bathroom and took a long side-ways look at my collar, I knew that something else was going on as well. Something...fucked.

Then I turned...and sighed. I still had to shower, shave, get to work, and now I had a pile of shit in a baking tray to cope with. I shook my head and looked down at my locked cock.

What the fuck was happening?

I cleaned up, got to work. Somehow I wasn't late.

What I didn't notice was that the key to my Holy Trainer was already gone.

Day 15 - Part 2

I'd been able to go to the washroom at work, so I did that, a lot.

Pay day was also today, and I'm old fashioned, so I withdrew all of my money, planning to keep it in the safe when I got home.

As soon as I got in I noticed that my chastity key was gone. It was the very first thing I'd noticed, I'd had a shitty enough morning that I was looking forward to cumming as soon as I got home.

I put down my rent money on the kitchen counter and began tearing apart my apartment. I looked everywhere for my chastity key. ...and in the process of looking everywhere, I discovered that all of my clothing was gone, all of my food was gone. My mouth ran dry, my blood pressure and heart rate rose.

What the fuck. Somebody must have robbed me. My first thought, everyone's first thought. I walked over to the phone and picked up...then stopped.

What if this was related to this morning? What if whoever did...whatever that was in the bathroom, that I was still trying not to think about or deal with...what if they did this too?

Uncertainly, slowly, I put the phone down. Then I turned, and faced the room, awkwardly. I felt weird, talking to a room...but I didn't know where or what or...I didn't know anything. And I didn't feel like tearing my apartment apart anymore. I hadn't found any cameras or microphones when I'd been looking for the key...so. I guess I was resigned.

"Uhm. Hi?"

From somewhere I couldn't see a speaker crackled into life and I almost pissed myself. The voice said, "Put on the collar."

My stomach clenched, memories of that morning and its confusing, uncontrolled...my throat clenched involuntarily.

"No way!" I said, immediately, I turned in the middle of the living room as though trying to keep the whole thing in view at once. "No fucking way."

The voice spoke again, instantly. "Put the collar on. Or I'll throw away the key to your Holy Trainer."

I shook my head, this was turning into bullshit. I was through with whoever had fucking invaded my home, stolen my things, put hardware into my walls. My eyes flared with heat.

"Fuck that! I'll just rip this thing off."

"Go ahead." The voice didn't sound cruel. Just...curious.

I reached to pull the tube down and pull my cock out through the back, but the as my hands approached the top of the tube they balled into tight fists.

"Whuh?" I looked down at my hands, eyes wide. My knuckles scrabbled downward against the top of the tube, helplessly. They weren't enough to push the tube down so I could pull out. I tried to force my fingers apart, they wouldn't go. I tried to bring the knuckles of both hands together to bring the tube down but couldn't get grip. I brought my hands away and grunted in frustration, slamming my hands down against the air. "Fuck!"

The voice didn't miss a beat. "Put the collar on."

"What the fuck is happening?"

"Your understanding is not required. Put the collar on."

I walked to the bathroom and looked down at the collar where I had left it. Then I spun round, and looked back toward the living room, looking for cameras I couldn't see and people that weren't there. My eyes tracked back to the collar, then down to my locked cock. I realized I was starting to tremble.

He had my key. Whoever he was, he had my key. ...fucking shit. I reached down and picked up the collar, then looked at the ceiling. What, exactly, were my options here? I could go to the cops, but would they even believe me? And what would I tell them? I had no proof of a break-in. And the chastity device?

The second I thought about it, my bladder prodded at me. Fuck. At this point, I doubted I would even make it to a locksmith before I had to piss. Above and around me it was as if the voice read my mind.

"Put the collar on."

With shaking fingers, I put the collar on. Instantly, a speaker that I couldn't see played a sound that I barely heard and something strange and other blew away my humanity. I fell helplessly onto my hands and knees, reeling as my body tried to recover from the effects of the transition.

As I was still recovering a door opened somewhere in the apartment.

"Hello?!" I shouted, but on the way to my mouth it got lost and what came out was "Haaahhhuuuummmm" I coughed, tried to stand to get to where the door was that was opening. As before, my legs refused to unbend, and I fell forward onto my fists. Once again I was distracted as I tried to unclench my fingers and couldn't. I heard approaching footsteps and spun.

"Harrr waaar aye roooom?!" Who the fuck is there?

The words came out all wrong, again, and still I couldn't stand. I was starting to wriggle on the bathroom floor, trying to get my feet under me, trying to stand, trying to get my fists unclenched. And so frustrated by my lack of ability to speak. Suddenly, a pair of boots appeared in front of me, rounding the corner into the bathroom. I leapt on the opportunity.

"Heeerm. Yeeerm harr--" Please! Please, hel--

I looked up and my eyes met brilliant green ones. ...they looked familiar. So familiar, I stopped. He said some mouth sounds...but it felt like my head was underwater, and I couldn't understand at all. I tilted my head back and forth, trying to catch the mouth sounds as if they were water and my ears were scoops. None of it would make sense. He ruffled my hair, and I struggled upward again.

"Arrrr, rooo, eeeee--" Hey, no, please--

Ignoring me, he attached a leash to my collar and pulled me out of the bathroom, I followed, tottering along on my knees. My legs still wouldn't unbind. He looked back, seeming to remember something. Then he leaned down, and unbuckled my trousers. He slipped the pants off, one leg at a time, then the underpants. He took a moment, and gripped my locked nub, rubbing it up and down.

"Eee, ....arrrr...reh, ....eeeeeahhhh--" Please, what are you--...please--

He gripped my collar "SHH." ...my sounds quieted to a whimper as he thumbed the tube once more, then stripped off my shirt, unclipping the lead.

Afterward he reclipped the lead and led me out into the hallway, and across to a door that I couldn't understand. The body followed, dragged along by the lead as he turned the handle of this...room. The me trapped helplessly inside of the restricted body stared at the door in horrified confusion. What was it? I...I had a bachelor apartment. What was this door?

He opened the door, and I was stunned. Inside, there was a basic dog home. There was a large blanket with a food bowl, a water dish, and another large bowl. There was a pet crate, a chew toy. There was a chain bolted into the wall.

There was also another door leading out of the room. The me inside the restricted body looked at this door, wondered where it led. The body was simply led unceremoniously over to the chain and hooked up to it.

He circled my hands and thighs with fabric, but it was more decorative than anything else. My hands couldn't unclench or my legs unbend if they wanted to. After that he turned on a screen and then left. I was attracted to the light and tilted my head, looking at it.

It took my a full minute to comprehend what was happening. My brain, shocked into submission, took a long time to gather enough pieces, longer to put them together.

By the time I realized that I was being broadcasted on ChatRoulette, my body had smelled the food...and there was nothing I could do stop it. I was hungry, there was food there, my body wanted the food...everything else was secondary.

The part of me that was trapped inside watched as people jerked off every time I bent forward to eat, my locked dick flopping helplessly between my legs. It watched every time I went up to the back corner of the area and bent over for water, exposing my asshole helplessly. It took...awhile for me finish eating. I finished all the water too. I can't tell you how long it took, because I couldn't tell. People talked to me while they jerked off. I could barely understand them. ...I caught occasional snippets. "Good Boy" got my attention a lot. "Here Boy" too. "Sit." "Stay." All the basic dog commands seemed to make my body instantly reactive, and often these vocalized commands by my audience were enough to distract me from eating.

Somehow I got all the way through the meal. By the end of which I had to piss.

I tried to put it off...I circled the area, displayed myself to the viewers, tried napping in the kennel...wondering what, if anything, would make the man release me.

When the time came, however, I couldn't hold it. There was...nothing to be done.

I went the same way as I had that morning, squatting. I tried hiking my leg...but I couldn't make the pee go. I whimpered as somebody fucked themselves to my helplessness.

The man came in when I was done. He was holding a panel gag in his hand.

"Arrr do rooo aaarr ooo yeahh-eee, eehhhh rooo ohhh, oooo ad-ad, uck--ahhhh--ehhhhh--" What the fuck are you doing, let me go right fucking now you goddamned fucking--

Right then he shoved the panel gag in my mouth. He taped it in, took the fabric off my thighs and fists, and shut me into the pet kennel.

For the next period of time I floated in and out while listening to the sounds of the apartment. Repeatedly I tried to get my hands to open, but they wouldn't. The me inside the body was screaming in frustration that the pet kennel -- which wasn't even locked -- was able to hold me perfectly. I scrabbled fruitlessly at the door every now and again. Even shifting in the kennel was uncomfortable, it barely held me on all fours, while bent over. My locked cage rubbed back and forth between my thighs, teasing my constantly. With my fists I could barely reach it, and even then I couldn't get enough stimulation to do anything.

Over a long time I moaned, occasionally wept, intermittently into my gag.

Day 15 - Part 3

After a long time the man came again. He opened the kennel, put a leash onto my collar and dragged me out, out of the strange room, into the body of the apartment, and up onto my bed. He ripped the tape off my mouth, I gasped, he pulled out the panel gag. He gripped me by the collar, and looked straight into my eyes.

"Shut up."

Instantly there was a similar sensation to when the collar was first activated, I felt like I was choking, and I couldn't make any sound at all.

Suddenly I heard the toilet flush, and a man -- probably around 50 -- came out. The man with the green eyes left the apartment.

"-ey, -a-y." Said the guy who was in the bathroom. I tilted my head. He came over, his grin was wide. He was naked, his cock was tiny but trying to get hard. I tried to speak, tried to tell him that I was being held...but I literally couldn't make a sound. Flushed as I was, he took it for being fucked up. He laughed. I tried REALLY hard to focus on his words.

"Ya, you- --ie-- -ai- you'- -ee- --i--i--. I -a- -o-e -o-e -e-o-e I -a-e o-e-.

-o-e o- o-e- -e-e."

He went up onto the bed and pulled my collar onto his cock. Instantly something in the collar took over again. My penis hardened in its cage, and I started sucking eagerly and with crazy desire and focus. Every thrust of his seemed to flow through me and directly into my cock which was throbbing and leaking like crazy. I gasped and trembled as I sucked his cock. None of it was me, all of it was somewhere between the collar and my fucking dick. I was locked, and I wanted sex, but I wanted...more choice. This wasn't me, it wasn't what I wanted. But it was exactly what my cock wanted, and exactly what my body was doing -- whether I wanted it to or not.

Suddenly the other man pulled out, flipped me around, forced my ass up and shoved his cock into me. I gasped as he hit my sensitive spot, my body and my cock cried out in heat as my face flushed again. Then, instantly, his cock softened. He thrusted once, twice, three times more before my ass rejected him. He flipped me onto my back and my hands curled up helplessly as my elbows suddenly didn't want to unbend. On my back my belly waved back and forth as I wriggled, confused and unbalanced. I gasped and thrusted my hips forward and backward lewdly, unable to express how horny I was. Unable to tell him how much I needed to cum. ...not that he would have been able to do anything about it anyway. I made odd, choking fish noises.

"-o--y." He said. "I'-e -e-e- -a- -i- -a--e- -e-o-e. I-'- -u-- --e- I -o -o-e, I --o-i-e." He winked, then yanked me back onto his dick again. I grunted, choking as his dick filled my mouth, whining with internal frustration as my body licked hungrily and sucked with mindless, insatiable need.

He pushed me onto my back again, entered me. I gasped as he hit my prostate, again only the once before shrinking instantly. As he hit it, I cried out,

HAAAARK! FUCK!

I leaked...maybe a drop or two onto my belly-button, just as my sphincter rejected his manhood. He looked down and then looked to me. He shrugged.

"-u-- o-e o- --o-e --i--, -a-." he said. Right at that moment the front door opened again and the man with the green eyes came back. The other man turned, raised his hand in greeting...and then started putting his clothes back on and talking to the man with the green eyes. I slumped over onto my side, my fists reached down to the cage helplessly, a whimper trapped very literally in my throat. As the man started to leave I closed my eyes, took my fists off my crotch, and focused on the sounds that were being made near the front door. Everything else seemed to fade away and I got a horrible sense of nausea as I poured all of my mental resources into understanding what the man that was leaving was saying. ...still, all I caught was four words.

"...--e- I -u--e- h-m ... did he, like, bark?"

After that the man with the green eyes petted me, and left. A few moments later a sound played from somewhere that I couldn't hear, and the world expanded, and who I was came back. Instantly I shuddered and broke down into tears.

My fists clutched at my cage, but not only could I not get it off, I couldn't even get my fingers to grip it. Every time I tried, they didn't respond. My cries got louder and more frustrated as I tried to get the cage off.

...eventually I went to the shower. I sat there for an hour, exhausted myself, crying and moaning, screaming and railing against somebody and something that wasn't here.

When I went back to the hallway to find the apartment's other room, the door was gone. I leaned against the wall, staring at where at it had been.

...so what now?

I was too tired to go out. I was horny, unsatisfied, but I'd already missed the locksmiths for the day. Maybe I'd try them tomorrow. Resignedly, I went out to the living room to go to bed.

That's when I noticed that all of my money was gone.

Day 16

It has now been 5 days since I've last touched my cock and 4 days since I've last orgasmed.

Once again this morning, I couldn't make my plumbing work at the toilet. As a result, the morning routine was pretty much the same. ...don't blame me. It was 4 in the morning, I was exhausted...I just...put the collar on, and let it happen. Pissed and shat in the tray in the bathtub, cleaned it, then bathed and went to work.

Today, however, was the day that my dick and my hole stopped working at the toilets at work. Fortunately I didn't have to shit. What happened was that I sat to piss, realized I couldn't, and felt completely trapped. It stabbed me in the gut as the understanding that I was dependent on this green-eyed fuck well and truly came crashing down on me. I did -NOT- want to piss myself at work. Mostly because I had no clothes to change into, but entirely because I was not going to embarrass myself on that level in front of these people.

I rushed out of the bathroom, and out of the building telling them that I had to run home on my half-hour break. When I got there, there was nobody there...so I put the collar on.

The sound played, green eyes came in. I looked up at him, but by then my bowels and bladder were so full I was whimpering, unable to articulate anything except,

"Eeeeerrroo, eeeeroooahh--"

*Please, please-- ...*controlling my ability to clear my waste had broken me quickly. Without another word he led me into the room that was magically visible again and clipped me to the chain. Almost instantly I rushed over to the large bowl in the middle to relieve myself.

Somebody in China jerked themselves off as I hiked my leg and pissed into the bowl. Green-eyes stayed and watched. He must have known it wasn't going to take long.

When I was done he led me out of the room and closed the door behind me. Then he left.

A sound played from somewhere I couldn't see and my reality and persona came rushing back to me. I reached up and flung the collar off, then spun around frantically...to face a blank wall. ...there was no room there.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

I rushed out of there, back to work. Somehow, again, I wasn't late getting back from my half hour break.

Today was also the day I learned that I can't talk about what's happening. At least, not to anybody who knows me. I tried. Here's an approximation of what happened.

DAVID: How was your weekend, dude? ME: Man. ...look, can you keep a secret? I...I need some help with something, okay? DAVID: Yeah, man, what's going on? ME: Well, this reem rah roo-- DAVID: ...pardon? ME: coughing ...Uhm. Sorry. What I meant to say was that, it's to do with my dahhhhhhrm--... DAVID: ...dude, is everything okay? ME: coughing Yeah, sorry. Yup, I've just--just been feeling. You know, I just slept all weekend, Dave. Haven't been feeling good. Sorry.

...I can't talk about it. Every single time I try to talk about why my dick is locked, or about what's happening with my money, my food, my clothes, my sexual habits, my excretion habits...I just start...well, barking at people.

Unsure of what else to do, I went home. I was starving by the time I got there, so I didn't argue when the voice urged me, after an hour or two, to "Put on the collar".

The tone played, my humanity washed away, and I fell into a deep place. Green eyes came in, and I looked up. My brain was fighting confusion and placidness, but I still wanted, with a desperation, to know what was happening to my life. I gathered my will, opened my mouth up at him,

Eeeeee, aahhm, aaahh ooouuccc, oooiiiiiiiiii, eeeeem? Eeeekch, aaaahn, Please, dude, what the fuck are you doing to me? Please, man, eeeeee, ech eh goh! * please, let me go!*

He just grinned, petted me again, took off my trousers and my shirt, and said something that I couldn't understand. It seemed his words were especially muffled. He brought me back into the room that only appeared when he wanted it to and clipped me back onto the chain.

He put some food down, and my body couldn't stop. I rushed to it and stuck my head down, eating hurriedly and sloppily. He started to finger my hole as I ate. I moaned, my cock hardening in its cage. The persona trapped in the limited body whined and cried, feeling the sensation against my prostate, but the body just kept eating. He pushed a butt plug into me, and then started taking more pictures.

Mealtime was a faster affair today.

Green-eyes left and played the deactivation tone shortly after I finished eating. I struggled as my being rushed back to me, but my hands were now good at releasing the collar quickly. As it hit the floor my world rushed back faster, filling my mind with the intricacy of reality. I sighed, and picked up the collar. I left the room, and as soon as I shut it behind me, the door seemed to blend and vanish into the wall around it. Within a minute I couldn't see the doorknob any longer.

Day 16 - Part 2

A friend, Rob, came over later to watch Anime. We watched FMA Brotherhood, started drinking. Started playing truth or dare. Predictably, or at least predictably with my friends, he eventually got me naked.

Right there, of course, was my cock cage.

"Dude." He said, staring. "What the fuck." I couldn't say, not specifically. So I just stated the obvious, "It's locked." "Why?" he asked. "Beyahhhr--" his eyebrows quirked at me. I stopped, swallowed, tried again, "Because." I answered shortly. He rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he said. "I saw your ad." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "What ad?" I asked. He glanced up. "Nothing." he answered. "Nothing." He turned back to FMA.

I dared him to finish his beer. He asked me why I hadn't quit my job yet. I told him I hated change. I asked him what his greatest fear was. He said snakes. He dared me to put on the collar that was sitting in the kitchen. I choked on my drink.

"What? No." I answered. "Why not?" he countered.

I opened my mouth, and then shut it immediately. I knew that I wouldn't be able to answer. I worked my mouth back and forth. ...fine. Getting up, I went to the kitchen, grabbed the collar, put it on, and came back to stand in front of him. He was wearing the smuggest smile ever.

"There." I said. "I'm wearing the collar, hap--" "Activate." he said, simply.

Instantly the familiar sensation of the collar choking returned, I fell to the ground, gasping,

"Wait, Wh--" I coughed.

"--aw, ohhhr, ow, errr, oooo? Whah, rarhhh, ooooeee--" * , --at, no, how could you? What are you doi--*

As I fell forward onto clenched fists he caught me. Rob laughed as he said something or other. As my focus swam back around and the blurry room came into some sort of clarity I realized that Rob was pulling down his underpants -- the only thing he was left wearing after Truth or Dare. His cock was rock hard and pointing right into my face. I tried to focus on what he was saying, tilting my head back and forth. A bit of it came into focus.

"......--a-`- a -i-e, puppy. Good boy. -e- -e-. -o-e o-e- here."

Rob grabbed me by the collar and pulled me toward his cock. I struggled, whining, my paws scrabbled against the floor. Inside me, I tried to resist, my brain was struggling against the instincts of the collar. This was Rob. He was a friend of mine from college. We were fucking drinking buddies. We--

Suddenly Rob whistled. Something reacted in the collar, my cock throbbed, and whatever I was thinking or trying to do broke down. I collapsed forward, gasping involuntarily as the collar sent another shock of submission and restriction through my being. Rob took his opportunity the second I opened my mouth and shoved his cock in, one hand reached forward and grabbed the D-ring to secure me in place. He thrust in and out of my mouth, moaning as he rubbed his dick against the roof of my mouth.

I struggled, but I couldn't get back from the collar in his hand. My fists wouldn't open, and were sluggish even to come away from the ground. Every time I tried to pull away from his dick he just pulled me back onto it.

Time passed. I couldn't tell how much. There was just the smell and feel of Rob's thick cock, the scent of his musky brown pubic hair, the look of his beer belly as his dick pounded in and out of my mouth-hole. The lonely persona trapped in the dog whimpered as one of his only friends raped his face mercilessly.

After more time Rob pulled out, walked around behind me, pushed my head down, and rammed his dick into my asshole. He leaned over me aggressively and wrapped rugby-player's arms around my torso, pinning my arms to my side while he jack-hammered in and out of my hole. I screamed and whined, each sound coming out as animalistic whimpers and barks. The me inside wasn't even trying to communicate anymore, it was just crying out in anguish as Rob hit my prostate again and again. My locked dick wept uselessly onto the bed, its contained length throbbing against the cage with every thrust of Rob's erection.

More time passed. ...in the end he was too drunk to finish. ...he didn't seem to mind. He seemed to think it was hilarious. He pulled out, and the instant the sensation stopped I collapsed onto the bed, whimpering pitifully.

He got up and started putting his clothes on, looked back at me. Said something that had a lot of Oh' and Ah' sounds it. I shook my head, trying to clear it, one of my paws scrabbled against the side of my collar. I looked into Rob's eyes pleadingly. I couldn't even think of the words anymore. I just ran my hand over the buckle part of the collar again.

"Rooooooo." My eyes bored into his. He smirked. Shrugged, and shook his head.

He left. ...left me there, with my locked dick, alone, on the bed. Trapped, with only the barest understanding of where I was of who I was. I stumble-fell off the bed and tried to get toward the front door.

Just as I passed in front of the computer, from somewhere I couldn't see a tone that I barely heard sounded and my reality came crashing back into place. One of my hands reached up and wrenched the collar off, my awareness opened as suddenly as a valve and I gasped for knowledge.

When I looked up, I noticed something on the computer screen that hadn't been there before.

...What the fuck was that? My eyes were met with a personal Ad, up on Craigslist, explaining that I was a hypnosis fetishist.

I read it again and again. Looked over the pictures again and again. This was the room, the room that I couldn't see. That was me. This man, with the green eyes...he'd made it look like it was my idea.

I thought back to Rob, to what he'd said about `my ad'. ...fuck.

Fuck...I started to sweat as all the implications came crashing down, my fingers pattered skitteringly on the table.

...I was a prisoner. I was a prisoner and a sex slave, and I couldn't tell anyone about it. I was a prisoner, and a sex slave, and I couldn't tell anyone about it, and my captor had made it seem like it was consensual. ...seem like it was my idea.

I couldn't take down the ad. Even Rob was convinced, and he was one of two friends I had right now .

...I ran my hand through my hair, terrified. I was running out of options, and seriously running out of ideas.

Day 17

It has now been 5 days since I've cum and 6 days since I've last been able to touch my cock.

I woke up today with the mentality of getting through it. Tomorrow, I can plan. Today, I was....fucking tired.

This morning I couldn't pee by hiking my leg, so I squatted it. ...I got a different guy from China. ...there was what felt like a very short time in between the tones this morning. It was hard for me to tell. I was brought into the dog room to pee publically again.

At work I got sent home for a half hour break sooner than I was expecting. I didn't know whether or not I would be able to pee when I got back in, whether or not I'd had enough liquids. Once again, I put on the collar, the tone played, and I was shown into the puppy room.

I managed to pee, but I wasn't allowed any food. A guy from Quebec watched. Again, only a short time was permitted before I was allowed to be a human again. I went back to work. I was horny, but the entire day was a rush. ...getting home in time to be able to piss, by itself, is tricky. ...mostly I was just focused on not being late getting back and forth.

When I got back from work, the voice came on instantly. "Put on the collar." I breathed deeply. I looked out at the living room, and around my apartment. I spread my arms to my home, called out to it, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Understanding is not required. Put on the collar." I kept my arms spread for a time, rotated slowly on the spot. ...gradually I began to feel silly. Also I was getting hungry, since I wasn't given any food at lunch time. I thought about how my conversation with David at work had gone. I thought about how I had no money, and how my old-fashioned style had left me without a bank account, a cell phone...

...with numb hands I reached down and put on the collar.

The tone played, I was led back into the room and chained to the wall. There was a large, full meal that I went for instantly.

I was left there for...what felt like a very long period of time. Hard cocks in my face were proving a problem, each one that I noticed made me hard in my cage, made me desperate to cum.

Still, because of the limitations of the collar I couldn't do anything about it. Eventually I finished my meal.

Had to pee. Took care of that.

Which was REALLY hard with the guy on the screen jerking his cock. Man, I just wanna cum so badly, and the cock does NOT want to pee when it gets hard. The me trapped inside railed against the unfairness of it. I was officially at a point where I had no privacy for eating or excretion. Right around this time, somebody started saying "Hey" at me. ...I tried to focus on their text, and after many minutes of trying to straighten through the blurring, I realized what he was saying:

partner: Are you okay?

Oh! Oh, yes! Oh my god, yes! This guy sensed something was up. He was asking the right questions! I immediately, excitedly, explained what was going on.

"EeEek, aaah, ooooah aaah ekkkh, ooohhh ahh, eee, eld aaaa oggg, eh uckiiiii *Please, man, you've got to help, I'm being held as a dog and there's nothing I * ahh roo! Eee, ahhh, awwwwwrrrr, arroohh, ah helk, eeeeh, Ah, uuu, uuuueee!" can do! Please, dude, call someone, you've got to help me. I--dude, please!

I tried, again, to explain to him that no, I was not okay. He started reaching for his mouse. The boy trapped inside the dog screamed out.

"ARR, EEEEECH, AHLP EH, EHHHHDHLMK!!" NO, PLEASE, HELP ME, HEEEEEEEEEELP!!

The screen went black. ...he was gone. I collapsed. Whimpered. The me inside was angry, upset. Felt ripped from someone that could have understood, that might have saved me.

...the body quickly became distracted by things it hadn't noticed in the apartment before. Time began to lose meaning once more and my mind again began to wander.

Eventually I fell asleep.

As it always does, it felt like a different day when a speaker I couldn't see played a tone I could barely hear. My reality and identity flooded back into my mind and I gasped as one of my hands released the collar from my throat.

I took the collar and started to move from the room. A speaker that I couldn't see crackled to life. "You may use the dildo if you want." I jumped, and then turned, slowly. There, to the side, where I hadn't noticed it, was a dildo. "You must be on camera, but you may use it." I swallowed. I looked from my locked cock, to the dildo, back to my locked cock.

Damn. My balls were swollen, they hung low from 5 days without cumming.

I hated the idea of whoring myself for strangers willingly. ...but-- "What option do you have?" the voice said, suddenly.

Again, it was as if he had read my mind. Green-eyes had the keys, who knew when -- or if -- he was planning on letting me cum. And, at least until I figured out a way around whatever he did to me, I wouldn't be able to get the cage off myself.

I looked back down at the dildo. My balls hurt so much...and...as far as I could see, in that moment, there was no other means of getting off.

Slowly, hating myself, I lubed up the dildo, and knelt down in front of the screen.

A few minutes later I started leaking...

...a few minutes after that waves of pleasure started hitting me.

Then, a minute or two after that, I violently and for no reason began pissing the blanket.

"Aaaaah--" I moan-screamed. I was still riding whatever pleasure I had managed to start by fucking myself to the point of leaking. I was having some sort of pseudo-orgasm and pissing all over my thigh and the floor at the same time. I was shocked, further I was immediately furiously red with embarrassment and anger. My head fell to the floor, and I couldn't speak, could only moan as I rode another wave of after-pleasure and tried to squeeze the last of my piss out as quickly as I could.

On the screen, somebody in Ontario laughed at me.

At the end of all of that, I wasn't sure what else to do so I got up and moved back out to the hallway. Perhaps somewhat mindlessly I put the collar back on.

Instantly the tone rang out from the hidden speakers in the hallway. I gave a strangled bark and fell forward onto my hands and knees. My mouth whimpered and my body trembled, and all my mind could half think was -- already?

Green-eyes, from my perspective at least, walked right through the wall in the hallway, grabbed me by the collar and marched us into the bathroom. He pulled on my head and neck, shoving against the side of my body until my limbs tumbled into the bathtub, then rolled me onto my back. Once again my arms curled up by my neck, my arms suddenly not wanting to unbend. I started to whine, just a low whine at first.

Green-eyes loomed over me, grinned, said something. He frowned, then said the same things again. I couldn't understand what he was saying, whatever it was he had done to my brain, to my ears, it worked extra well on him. Too well. He grinned, ruffled my hair. Filled the tub. My whine began to coalesce into words, or the closest I could make to words.

"Heee eh eee ohhh..." He giggled, petted me. "Heee eh eee ohh..." I repeated, I looked up at him. My eyes were beginning to fill with tears. I felt so out of balance and so nauseous. He just kept smiling, kept petting me. "Heee. Hee eh eee ohh---"

I barely even felt it as he brought out the key, unlocked the tube. He removed the cage, ("Heee eh eee ohh") cleaned my cock, ("Heee eh eee ohh") and put it back on ("Heee eh eee ohh") before I even knew what was happening.

I was tired. I was horny. I was desperate to cum. I took minutes for me to realize that the cage had even come off, let alone that it was already back on. All the time all I could do was repeat it, over and over. Desperately. Beggingly.

"Heee eh ee ohh." "Heee eh ee ohh!"

"HEEE EH EE OHH!" PLEASE LET ME GO!

• "*SHUT UP!" His voice rang out in the tiled bath room, and my vocal chords suddenly became incapable of sound. He looked down at me sourly, unplugged the bath tub and pocketed the key. He left, through the door of the bathroom I saw him walk back through the wall.

A moment later, a tone rang out and my humanity came rushing back to me.

With it came the realization that I had just been co-erced into milking myself, and that now my cock was clean, and I still hadn't had an orgasm. Who the fuck knew when or if I would ever be able to cum again.

I reached down to my cock cage, and as my hand approached the tube it balled up into a fist of its own accord.

A long, high pitched noise came from deep in the back of my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes and I curled up in the bath tub, rocked back and forward. In its cage, my needy cock throbbed.

Over an hour later I crawled out of the bath tub, smoked, and went to bed.