Damon's Cage
Part Two of Damon: Caged
by Kirk McCorkle
MM bd chastity puppyplay
This is a work of erotic fiction. All participants are fictional, and are over eighteen years of age. If reading erotic fiction about adult male participants that involves sex, sexual servitude, chastity, bondage, and puppyplay is illegal wherever you are, don't read any further. Consider moving someplace where it is legal, because it's reading. I welcome your feedback, and hope you enjoy the story.
It was the morning of the third day when I got a text. 'Sir, could I please be of use to you sometime soon? I really need to cum.'
'Can you be at my house from 8 to 11 tonight?'
'Yes, Sir.'
I sent him a link on how to prepare himself for anal sex, and added 'If you want me to fuck you, do this first.'
There was a very long pause, and then he sent back 'Yes, Sir.'
I got home a few minutes before 8 and made sure I had towels and lube where they'd most likely be needed. My doorbell rang a little while later.
Damon looked almost angry as I let him in. He was wearing baggy blue jeans, black high-top sneakers and an orange t-shirt for some band. The baggy jeans hid the chastity device well.
"Hi," I said. "You want some iced tea? A beer maybe?"
"Uh... I'm driving. Iced tea, unless it's going to cost me a couple of hours," he said.
I laughed. "No, the iced tea is complimentary."
When I got back with a couple of glasses of tea he was still standing in the entryway. "Here, sit down," I said, and gestured to a lounge chair. I sat on the sofa near him. He sipped iced tea nervously.
"So you want a chance to cum, huh?" I asked.
"Yes, please, Sir."
"Well, by my calculations you've got ten hours owing before you even get to the twelve hours it'd cost you to cum. That's twenty-two hours you'd owe me. Did I mention that your debt limit is 24 hours? I just don't think it'd be fair to let you go any further in the hole. So I can take off your cage, you can jack off and leave 22 hours in debt, or you can work some of it off first. Your choice."
"What do you want me to do, Sir?" he asked.
"What are you offering?" I smiled at him.
He watched the ice cubes in his glass a moment. "I um... How much to you know, fuck me?"
"Your very first time? I'd be taking your cherry?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Twelve hours."
He nodded his head, just slightly. "And... I could use some of the other stuff too?"
"Knock yourself out. You know where it is. Let me know when you're ready." I relaxed on the couch and flipped on the TV.
He gave me a puzzled look, then went back into the bedroom. I had gotten through most of my cable package without finding anything remotely interesting on when I heard him call out timidly from the bedroom door. "Sir"
I turned off the TV and followed him into the bedroom. He had laid out the dog mask, the cuffs, bondage mitts, a blindfold, a ball gag, and the cock ring. Off to the side he had the big rubber puppy tail.
He pointed at it. "What does that one do?"
"That one's power is a little different," I said. "Whenever that one is inside you it lowers your inhibitions. All the stuff you really want to do, but you think it's too weird to ever really do, you become much more likely to do. Normally you might think about sniffing my ass or humping my leg or licking my pits, but when the tail is in you cant help yourself. Everything else makes you look like a dog. This is what makes you a dog." I paused, smiled. He was staring at it. "Three hours for every hour."
"And... and the bondage mitts, what do they do?"
"Those let you be trained like a puppy. I can teach you one trick every time you wear them. And from then on, no matter what, when I order you to do the trick, you have to do it within 15 minutes or suffer a six hour penalty."
"Like, what kind of tricks?"
"Things like say, putting your finger up your ass and panting. Vaguely doglike stuff," I said.
"What if I can't do it, if I'm in public?"
"That's part of the fun. For me, at least," I said. "You'll have to scamper off someplace and belong to me for a few minutes, doing things for my amusement. I'll ask for pictures, too."
"Shit." Damon thought for a minute. "How much is it worth?"
"Three hours for every hour."
"Shit."
"By my calculations, that gets you... let's see, I'll count the blindfold, gag and cockring as two hours, seventeen hours total. You could leave here just three hours in debt. Not too bad." I smiled.
"I could stay longer."
"Yes, you could. I'm sure I'd find some use for you." I petted his head. "Go ahead and gear up."
I left him in the closet to get his gear on and took off my own shirt and tie. I grabbed a couple of sofa cushions and put them under the comforter on the bed, and threw a couple of towels over the likely cum impact areas.
Damon came out on his knees just as I'd finished. He was decked out in the dog mask, the cuffs, his cock cage, the cock ring which he'd managed to cinch behind the chastity device, and his sneakers, which I thought was a nice touch. They looked good on him. Matched his mask.
He had the puppy mitts, blindfold and ball gag in his hands. He had that eager, playful look in his eye again. I looked him over, then smacked his ass. "All right, puppy. When I get done with you, you will no longer be a virgin. By any stretch of the imagination. You ready?"
He made an eager puppy sound and nodded.
I buckled the mitts on his hands. "And now you've got paws. How do they feel, puppy?"
He walked around a bit, feeling them out. I could see his cock straining to get hard in its cage.
"Okay, puppy, c'mere!" I patted the bed and snapped my fingers. He clambered up on to the bed. I snapped my fingers again, positioning him over the cushions face-down so his ass was at a conveniently fuckable level. I buckled the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Then I pulled out the chain at the top of the bed, the one in the middle, and locked both cuffs to it. I spread his legs wide and chained his ankles to the corners of the bed. He was spread across the cushions on the bed in a Y shape, his ass raised, his legs wide apart. He looked tense, though. Everything was clenched, as if I was about to just assault him and start banging away.
He should know better than that by now.
From the box labeled Butt Stuff I brought out an unassuming-looking vibrator. It's a long cone, ending in a nice rounded tip no bigger than your pinky. I lubed it up, started it vibrating, and gently teased my bound puppy's asshole with it. You'd think I had shocked him with a cattle prod by the way he jumped. His ass cheeks clenched up, he pulled at his chains and let out a tiny little whimper.
The well-lubed vibrator gradually intruded further, opening him up more and more. It wasn't going to be big enough to get him ready for my cock, but it was a good start. By the time the thing was in him to its widest point he was squirming.
I left it in humming inside him. I put the blindfold on him, and then took off the mask's muzzle.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
It took him a moment. "Yes, sir..."
"Good." I shoved the ball gag in his mouth, then buckled it behind his head. Then I snapped the muzzle for the mask back on over it; the strap fits between the snaps, making the wearer feel like a dog with a ball in its mouth.
I folded a towel up and put it under his head. "Oh, and you never asked what the gag does. It makes you drool like a big slobbery dog."
Then I leaned in close to him and said, "I thought I'd keep your cock caged up for this one. Really let you concentrate on how it feels to be fucked."
He whined. I laughed.
I used my fingers to open him up further. It took a while, and he squirmed on the bed while I worked. He looked so hot stretched out there, shackles on his ankles and wrists, chained down tight to the bed. His ass was smooth, his thighs were strong. His calves were like concrete to the touch. I could tell he was clenching his fists in his puppy mitts.
When I figured the anticipation was just about to turn into impatience, I got up on the bed behind him and knelt between his outspread legs. I brushed his waiting asshole with one finger and watched it twitch. I enjoyed the sight of his caged cock trying to get hard while I put a condom on. Then I lubed up my cock and positioned it right at his hole, and waited a moment. His whole body was tense, pulling on his chains.
I stroked his back. "Shh, puppy. It's okay. It's only going to hurt a little, then it'll feel good. Just relax. You can do it."
Damon's body lost all its tension, and I felt his asshole relax a little bit. I pushed, gently, and felt his resistance give way. The head of my cock pushed into him. He was squirming uncomfortably, so I held still there until he could get used to it.
"Are you okay, puppy? Nod your head if it's yes."
He took a moment, but he nodded.
I grabbed his hips and firmly pushed my cock further into him. Damon let out a muffled howl through the gag under the muzzle. I held where I was for a moment, waiting for his pain to pass, and then started slowly thrusting into him again.
There's something magnificent about being the one to fuck a guy for the very first time. Knowing he's been imagining it for so long, knowing it's been the center of so much fear, so much desire, knowing I'm the one to show him that having a cock up his ass really did feel as good as he imagined it did. Fucking a virgin is like planting a flag on a mountaintop.
My cock was all the way up inside him, and I held it there. "You just took my whole cock, puppy. You okay?"
He nodded.
"That wasn't as bad as you thought, huh?"
He shook his head no.
"That's as bad as it's going to get, puppy. I'm going to give you a minute to get used to it."
He squirmed beneath me a bit. His ass muscles clenched around my cock. It felt amazing.
I pulled out a little way, slowly, and pushed back in. He didn't tense up, so I did it again. And again, a bit further this time. Gradually, patiently, I built up to where I had established a steady fucking rhythm He started to moan and move his ass a bit. I stepped it up then, fucking him harder, and he responded by pushing back against me with his ass, pulling at his chains.
He made animal noises beneath me as I thrust into him, strong and slow, then faster, getting him used to it. He whined and struggled, his cock caged beneath him, hanging there trying to get hard as his ass felt what it was like to be invaded by a man for the first time.
I alternated between slow strokes and hard, fast thrusts, watching Damon's back muscles working as he tried to get away, tried to get fucked harder. I gave him a last few hard, slow thrusts and then pulled out of him.
I unlocked his ankles and flipped him over onto his back so his ass was just hanging off the cushions. I pushed his knees up towards his chest, spread apart. I knelt behind him, put my cock at his eager asshole, and slowly and steadily thrust all the way into him. Damon started howling when I was about halfway in. When I was buried deep inside him he started panting, doglike. The chin of the puppy mask was slick with his drool.
His hands in his puppy mitts were chained to the top of the bed above him, the muscles in his arms showing as he pulled at his bonds. He kept shaking his head from side to side as if in disbelief as I fucked him.
Then I grabbed the keys and unlocked his cock cage. His cock was hardening even as it came out of its prison.
He started whining, jerking at the chain that bound his hands above his head.
"Aww, does puppy want to play with himself?"
He whined, then barked.
I laughed, leaned in, and started fucking him.
I plowed into him brutally, almost pulling my full length out of him on each thrust. I held his legs, pushing them up towards his shoulders, riding him hard. I heard him growling and whining through the mask.
His legs wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into him, fucking himself hungrily on my cock. I could tell I wasn't going to last long with this puppy riding my cock like that, so I grabbed his cock and started pumping.
He let out a startled, desperate "Aaaaah!"
Then he started fucking himself on me wildly, his heels digging into me as I thrust into him, dripping sweat onto his chest, the chains on his wrists punctuating the rhythm we fell into. He pulled at his wrist chains, howled through his ball gag, and came. His cum splashed out over his belly and chest as he thrashed in his bonds, panting. I fucked him as he came, forcing more spurts of cum out of his cock. I felt my orgasm build, and I came deep inside him, holding myself there, feeling myself pour into him.
I stayed there, watching him breathe, loving the heat of his ass around my cock.
I pulled out and let his legs down to the bed slowly. Then I grabbed the puppy tail butt plug and started lubing it up. I raised his legs and pushed the plug up against his asshole, and he made an adorable little doggy 'huh?' sound. I pushed the plug firmly into his ass. It was a bit bigger around than my cock was, but Damon's ass was pretty well primed by then, and after some pressure it slid into him.
"You earned your tail, puppy."
I let him lay there while I unchained his hands and feet. Then I removed his blindfold, the muzzle from his mask and his gag. I left the mask and the mitts and the cuffs on. I lay down next to him and he immediately cuddled up to me, his head on my shoulder, his arm across my chest. His face under the mask was wet and it looked like he'd been crying.
I held him.
Some time passed and he relaxed a little bit, snuggling more comfortably into me. He stroked my chest with one mitt.
"I always wondered what it would be like. I figured I'd hate it, but I'd have to," Damon said. "And for a while, it was like that. I can take this, you know? I've got this. It hurt like a bitch, but I could do it. And then it felt okay, kinda good, and I was getting into it. And then you turned me over, and that felt really good." He looked up at me and smiled. "After that, I forget."
"I think you might have cum a little bit." I wiped a little off his chest and fed it to him. "And I think I might have cum a lot. And then you got your tail."
"I noticed that." Damon reached one paw behind himself, felt the tail. He gave a little experimental wag. "It feels weird. Good."
"Just think," I said. "It's keeping all my cum pent up inside you. My sperm are trained to treat your ass as a beachhead, they're invading you as we speak. Soon they'll have taken you over completely, and you'll belong to me!" I laughed evilly.
Damon laughed too. "You train your sperms, huh? Must be pretty time-consuming."
"Well, I can train a hundred thousand at a time or so. I've got it down to a science."
"You've got like an officer school for the sperms that show, you know, leadership potential?" J rubbed his mitt over my chest idly.
"Oh, yeah. You want to make sure they've got opportunities for advancement. They're very competitive. So, you're okay?"
He took in a deep breath, and let it out. "Yes. Yes, I'm really okay. Sir. Thank you for asking. It was... it was really, really good."
"I'm glad," I said.
"It's so good to be out of that cage," Damon said. "I wish I could scratch my balls."
"Nope. You've still got a while to go before your first hour is up, even." I reached down and gently scratched his balls for a while. His eyes closed behind his mask, and his head fell onto my chest.
When I'd finished, he looked up at me again. "You are the weirdest top. Seriously. At least I think so, I've never met any other tops, but I didn't think tops would be like this."
"Like what?"
"You're kind to me. You do these games, these rules, these..." he raised his hand, and rattled his cuff and his mitt. "These magic items. With special powers. I mean, what... what are you doing?"
"Before I answer that, is any of it making you uncomfortable? Is any of it turning you off?"
"No," he said. "It's good, I just expected, I don't know. More of a hardass. More leather and whips and barking out commands and stuff."
"Some people like to go that route, and that's valid. Is that what you're into?"
"I think so. It's what I expected. I thought that was how it was done."
"Here's how I see it, puppy." I stroked the side of his mask. "From the emails you wrote, from everything I've observed about you, you're a dog by nature. You want more than anything to please somebody. To work hard for someone, to make someone proud. Stop me if I'm off base with any of this, by the way."
"No, keep going," he said.
"You don't train a dog by being mean to it. You don't need to yell at a dog, not if you've trained him right. Scaring a dog doesn't make it obey you, it just makes it scared of you. What you need, puppy," I said, looking into his eyes, "Is an owner. Someone to make you feel safe, someone to be proud of you, someone to train you firmly and kindly to be the best dog you can be. Who'll be looking out for you the whole time. Who you can be proud to call Master."
He buried his head in my chest.
"Is that what you want, puppy?"
"Yes. Yes sir. Thank you sir." He looked back up at me.
"You're welcome, puppy. But you've got the tail in and the mask on. That's hardly the way a dog would thank his owner for making him happy, is it?"
Damon thought for a moment, then bounced to his hands and knees and wagged his tail. His expression was priceless as he tried to process the sensation of the tail wagging behind him and the butt plug wagging against his prostate. He cocked his head to one side and then went down to his elbows, ass in the air, tail wagging proudly.
"Aww, who's a playful puppy?" I patted his head.
He yipped happily and started licking my face. If you've never had the opportunity to have a human pup decked out in mask, cuffs, tail, and puppy mitts go happily nuts on you, I can't recommend it enough. Damon went into a frenzy of licking and wagging, slurping away at my face, then my chest, my legs, my feet, then my nuts. I laughed, both because it was good to see him bouncing zealously all over the bed, and also it was ticklish as hell.
"Okay, puppy," I said. He looked up, my balls in his mouth, and cocked his head. "Wow, you're adorable. Come on, I've got something for you."
I got up and went to the closet. "Stay. Stay there, puppy."
Damon knelt on the bed, watching me curiously as I rummaged through the gear boxes. I found the knee pads and brought them over to the eager dog.
"When you're wearing these you are not allowed to stand or walk. They're worth one hour. Do you want to wear them?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, please, sir!"
"All right, puppy. Roll over," I said. He rolled onto his back, legs in the air. I put the knee pads on him and said "Up!"
Damon got to his hands and knees. I got the mask's muzzle from the bedside table and snapped it back on his mask. "Speak, puppy!"
He let out a joyful bark.
"Good dog. We're going to do a little training now, okay?"
He barked again.
"Stay." I left him wagging on the bed and went to clean myself up a bit. I put on my jeans and boots, then rejoined my puppy.
"Okay, puppy, come here!" I snapped my fingers, and he jumped down off the bed and came right up to me, tail wagging like mad.
"Good dog!" I patted his head. "Who's a good dog?"
He panted and wagged both his tail and his hard cock. "Today we're going to start training you to heel, and then I'm going to teach you a trick. Okay, doggy, when you heel you follow two feet behind me and just to my right. Keep your eye on my right foot the whole time. Be ready for when I stop or turn. Can you do that, puppy?"
He barked.
"Heel!" I turned and walked out of the room. Damon followed close behind. I worked with him for fifteen minutes or so, praising him when he kept the perfect distance. It was harder work than he'd expected, and by the end of it he was panting for real, but his cock stayed hard for the whole thing.
"Good dog. Well done. Sit," I said, and he sat back on his haunches, looking proud and tired.
"Okay, puppy. Now I'm going to teach you a trick. You ready to learn a trick?"
Damon put his paws up into a begging position, and barked happily.
"If there's one thing dogs are good at, it's licking balls. You did a really good job licking mine, and I'm going to make sure you get a lot of chances to do that in the future. But dogs lick their own balls, and you can't do that, can you, puppy?"
Damon looked at his balls, then looked back up at me and shook his head sadly.
"Aww, poor puppy. But I'm going to teach you a new way to lick your balls. You ready?"
He nodded and wagged.
"Okay, take this paw," I said, and took his right puppy mitt and brought it to his face, "And you lick it. Get it nice and wet. Big, wet tongue strokes."
He looked up at me hesitantly. "Go on, puppy, get it nice and wet." I unsnapped the bottom part of the muzzle so his tongue would reach.
He licked dubiously at the mitt.
"Come on, dog, you can do better than that. Imagine that's my balls."
Damon started licking more vigorously, getting the leather all wet.
"Now rub that paw all over your balls, puppy. Get them nice and slick and wet. Make them feel good." I stood over him as he reached down and rubbed the spit-slicked leather all over his nuts. His cock was fully hard. He looked up at me and stuck his tongue out happily.
"Good puppy," I said. "You're adorable. Okay, puppy, now one last thing to finish off the trick. Half the reason dogs lick their balls is that they like the taste. I want you to lick your paw now."
He didn't even hesitate, he brought the mitt right back up to his mouth and licked away.
"Good dog!" I petted his head, praising him enthusiastically. "Who's my good dog? That's my puppy."
He wagged and barked, then got back on all fours. I stroked his back as I continued. "Okay, puppy, that trick is called Lick Your Balls. From now on, whenever I tell you to do that you have to do that within 15 mintues. Lick your hand until it's wet, rub your nuts a while, then lick your hand again. Got it?"
He let out a little bark, but this one didn't sound as happy.
"That's the deal, puppy. You wear these mitts, you learn a trick," I said. "Think of it as another chance to show me what a good dog you are."
This bark was more enthusiastic.
"Heel!"
Damon followed me back into the bedroom at the proper distance. I shucked off my clothes and lay down on the bed. "Good dog. Up!" I snapped my fingers and he clambered up beside me.
"Okay, puppy. It looks like we've got some time left, so I'm going to let you play a while. You can lick anywhere on me you want except my cock and balls, until I tell you to. And remember," I said, grabbing his tail and wagging it a bit for him, letting him feel the plug deep inside. "You're wearing this. I don't want to see any half-assed licking. You get on the parts that you want to lick and you lick for all you're worth. You got that, pup?"
Behind the mask he looked fiercely determined, and happy. "Woof!"
I took the muzzle off his mask. "Good dog. Get to work."
I lay back and enjoyed myself. My puppy started off licking my nipples with big broad strokes of his tongue, then switched to gentle little licks for a bit. It felt great, but nipples were easy. There's no social taboo against licking nipples. He kept getting closer and closer to my pits as he was licking up my chest, though. I figured he could use a hand getting over his inhibitions so I grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him right into my pit. He held back, even resisting for a split second, but then he started lapping away. I kept my hand on his head a while, guiding him to sensitive spots, and then let go and let him do his job.
With that little bit of resistance gone he got right into it. He spent a good while on my left pit, then moved without prompting to my right one. He worked gradually down my side, along my hip, and down the outside of my thigh. He spent a long while on my calf, but I knew he was preparing himself for what was next so I didn't worry about it. He'd get there.
When he finally convinced himself to kiss my feet he stared delicately, light kisses on the tops of the feet, slowly working his way towards my toes. He kissed each toe right on the tip, and then started licking them reverently. He moved on to licking my sole, long slow licks kept just on this side of being ticklish.
"It looks like my puppy has a bit of a foot fetish."
His eyes opened and he looked at me cautiously.
"You'll be spending a lot of time at my feet, like any good dog. It's a good thing you like it." I made a mental note to get a pair of socks particularly stinky sometime so I could teach him to play fetch with them.
Damon relaxed and got back to work on my right foot. He moved up my ankle, on to my calf, then up my thigh. He went down low, below where my balls were hanging, and I pulled my legs up so he could spend a while licking at my taint. His tongue stole closer and closer to my hole, until just the very tip of it touched, then he pulled back and worked down my thigh. I made another mental note to get his consent, then strap him down and spend some quality time sitting on my puppy's face.
He reached my other foot and settled in to worship it. If you've never had a chance to have your feet worshiped by someone who really means it, find yourself a foot fetishist as soon as possible. They make your feet feel good.
Then he was on his way back up the other side. When he reached my pit he stopped again a while. I dragged his head over to first one nipple, then another, and had him go at them a little while longer. Then I pushed his head slowly down my chest. He licked between my pecs, then down towards my navel. I had him spend some time with his tongue in it, and then pushed him down my treasure trail to my waiting cock.
When he was almost there, he looked up at me, a question in his eyes.
"Suck my cock and swallow my load, puppy," I said.
He wagged his tail and went to work.
He started with the long slow licks I'd taught him, from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock. It felt amazing, and watching my puppy bury his head between my legs time and time again was fun too. Then he started using one hand to jerk me off and put his mouth over my cockhead and started to lick. I pushed his head down so he'd go just a little bit deeper. He did, and then he went a bit deeper still, and then he was trying to take my whole cock down his throat.
His enthusiasm was adorable but sadly misguided. He started choking pretty quickly, of course. I pulled him off of me for a moment and let him recover.
"Yeah, you're probably not going to be able to take the whole thing without some training," I said. "Fortunately, you're fun to train."
Once he'd gotten his breath, I lay back and said "Get back to work, puppy."
He got back to it right away, licking first then sucking. This time he worked on taking a reasonable amount of my cock in his mouth.
"Keep your tongue working, puppy." I patted his head. "There you go."
While a skillful blowjob is a work of art, the efforts of an inexperienced but enthusiastic amateur first finding out about their love of cock can be incomparable. He was so desperate to make me cum that he kept switching up methods and rhythms, working himself up into a sweat under his leather mask for me. I let him go on like that for a while. I'd just cum less than an hour before, so I was going to last a while, and I loved seeing my puppy work for his reward.
When I felt the familiar contraction in my balls that signaled the beginning of an epic orgasm, I groaned. "Okay, keep doing that. And swallow it."
Damon kept a strong, steady rhythm with his tongue and his hand on my cock. I moaned to let him know I was cumming, and then I flooded his mouth with my seed. He slowed down his rhythm and swallowed and licked as I spurted over his tongue. He actually moaned in pleasure as he swallowed my load.
I put my hand on the back of his head to keep my cock in his mouth as it softened, and I enjoyed the gentle, slow licks he gave my cock as I wound down. Then I pulled him back up to lie next to me, his head on my chest.
We lay quietly for a while, his puppy paw stroking my chest.
"You're a good dog." I squeezed him to me.
"Thank you, Master."
He looked up at me, and I smiled. "I'm proud to own such a beautiful, eager puppy."
For a second he looked happy. Then he buried his face in my chest and didn't say anything.
I stroked his head through the mask. "You're doing really well, puppy. You're everything I always wanted in a dog."
He put his arm around me, but kept his face buried. I stroked his arm and shoulder and head for a while, giving him time to process.
"Okay, puppy. I have to be up early in the morning."
"Yes, Master."
"Up on your knees, puppy."
Damon knelt on the bed on all fours, and I got up. I ran my hand over his back, down his ass. I tweaked his nipple. Then I took the cuffs off of his ankles and wrists and put them aside.
I grabbed his tail firmly at the base, and he whimpered. "It's okay, puppy. Nice and slow." I pulled gently and firmly on his tail. The plug gradually came out of his ass. When it came free Damon let out a disappointed whine.
"Are you going to miss it, puppy?"
He nodded.
"Well, you can always beg me for it when you need it." I smacked his ass gently. "Okay, pup, get yourself cleaned up. Then you're going to clean up this mess. Put all the gear away. Don't take the mask off."
While he was getting things straightened out I made a few calculations, then I set up a spreadsheet on Google docs and shared it with Damon.
He came out into the living room when he was done, looking magnificent in just the mask. "You look like a minotaur. It's very sexy. Here, let me show you something.
"According to my calculations, you're twelve hours ahead. Congratulations," I said.
"Okay... so..."
"So you get to cum whenever you want. Or your cock can be free for a while. I'm going to give you a choice. You can leave here without the cock cage on and come back when your time is up. Or, you can leave here caged and come back when you want to cum."
"I can't take a padlock with me...?" he asked.
"Nope."
"I'll... take the cage." Damon said. "Please. Sir."
"Good dog. Come on," I said, and led him back to the bedroom. It was nice and tidy, and the bed was neatly made. I had Damon lay down and I caged up his cock again.
I patted the chastity device. "Back where it belongs."
"Yes, Sir."
I smiled and kissed him then, tasting me on his breath, smelling the leather of the mask.
I reached behind his head and untied the laces that held the mask on, and I looked him in the eye while I pulled it off his head. He looked down as it came off.
I kissed him again, and sent him on his way.
I sent him a text at 10:51 the next morning.
`Lick your balls. Send me a picture of you licking your hand when you're through.'
At 11:03 I got a nice picture of my puppyboy's face, half-hidden behind his big paw.
`Lick your balls. Send me a picture of your wet hand fondling your balls.'
This one I sent at 1:25 pm. It was 1:38 when I got a picture back of him fondling his balls, his palm slick with spit and his cock locked in its cage.
`Good dog,' I sent back.
Then I waited.
It took over twenty-four hours this time. The next afternoon around three I got a text from him. `Please, Sir, can I cum tonight?'
I texted back right away. `Be at my house at 5:30.'
I got home just a few minutes before he was due so I answered the door in a suit, my tie slightly undone. I'd had a big meeting that afternoon so I'd dressed up a bit. Damon looked me up and down as he walked in.
"I don't have much time, puppy. Get in the bedroom."
He walked into the bedroom. I grabbed the handcuffs I'd left on the bureau and cuffed his hands behind him. Then I pushed him down on the bed, face up. He was wearing baggy jeans and a yellow t-shirt for some band. I undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then I pulled them down off of him as he arched his hips off the bed. He seemed taken aback, which is just what I was going for.
I took my keychain out of my pocket and unlocked his chastity device. His cock started growing as I pulled it off of him. I threw a towel on the bed and then rolled him onto it. "On your knees," I said, and Damon struggled to get his knees under him. He looked delicious kneeling there, hands cuffed behind his back, face on the bed.
I grabbed two items from the stash of stuff. One was the conical vibrator I'd used on his ass the other day. The other was a magic wand style vibrator. I lubed them up the vibrators, along with his asshole and his cock, and then went to work. I probed his ass with the small vibrator, and touched the vibrating wand to his cock. He let out a moan of amazement, and bucked his hips up to get away from it. I kept touching it to him gently, as he impaled himself further and further on the other vibrator in his ass. I moved the wand back and forth on his shaft, stopping where I got the best reactions. I stopped with it just behind the head of his cock and hit his prostate with the vibrator in his ass.
And I just held him there, assaulted by machines, hands cuffed, pants around his ankles. He started grunting, then thrusting, and then he was cumming, his cock spewing spunk all over the towel.
When he was done I withdrew the vibrators and put them aside, then I pushed him over. I lay beside him, my hand rubbing up and down his thigh, occasionally cupping his ass. When he was near enough to fully soft, I got up, grabbed his cock cage, lubed it up, and fitted it back on him. The lock snapped closed about fifteen minutes after he'd arrived.
He looked down at it, and then back up at me. "What the hell?" he asked.
"You asked if you could cum. There you go," I said. "You should be all set for a while."
"I thought we were going to, you know, play." Damon sounded hurt.
"Remember, puppy, you get what you ask for. If you want to play, you let me know when you're available and what you want to do for me. I've got you locked up, and I have an obligation to make you cum when you've earned it. If you want to make things more interesting, it's up to you." I uncuffed him. "Besides, I like being able to turn you on and make you cum in five minutes or less."
"Why are you leaving me in charge of all this? I thought you wanted to have power over me, not the other way around," Damon said.
"Ask me the next time you're here, when we have more time, puppy." I checked the clock on the nightstand. "I'm going out with some friends."
"Oh. Okay," Damon said. He stretched and got up, then pulled up his pants. "When do you think I could come over again, then?"
"You can come over whenever, just send me a text." I got up and took off my jacket.
"Hang on." Damon grabbed the towel and put it in the hamper, then turned back to me and fell to his knees. He put his hands on his thighs, put his face up close to my crotch, and looked up at me, his big brown eyes pleading. "Please, Sir. Master," he said. "Please, Master, when can I be of service to you next? I want to humiliate myself for you, to worship at your feet. I want you to fuck me, I want to suck you, I want to be chained up and cum for you. What can I do to please you?"
"Now that I like. When will you have three or four hours to do another full session?" I asked.
"This Sunday, the whole evening if you want." he said.
"Okay. In the meantime, I'm usually horny before bed. If you text me at 10, I might let you come over and earn six hours by sucking me off." I smiled as I looked down at him, and watched that sink in.
"Okay." Damon looked at my crotch, then back up at me. "Just tonight, or..."
"Whenever you feel like giving me a bedtime blowjob, just text me at 10pm. Chances are I won't turn you down." I lifted him to his feet. "And now, I'd really love to stay and play but I promised my friends I'd be there."
"Okay." Damon looked down at his feet. "I'll head out then."
I guided him to the door. "Goodnight, Damon."
"Good night, Master." Damon turned and headed for his car, and I admired his ass one last time before I turned, locked up, and got changed.
My phone buzzed at ten. The message read `Master, can I please come over and suck you off before bed tonight?'
I got back to him at twenty past. `Be at my house at 11, puppy. Good dog.'
When I got home Damon's car was already in the driveway. I pulled past him into the garage and ushered him inside. "Thanks for coming," I said.
"Did you have a good night, Master?"
"I did, thanks. A very good dinner in excellent company." I began unbuttoning my shirt. "Take off your clothes, puppy."
"Yes, Sir." He started undressing. He was still a little shy.
I got naked too. "Stand with your feet apart. Wider. Put your head back, all the way," I told him. "Now lace your fingers together, and put your hands over your eyes. Good. Stand just like that."
That put him in an awkward position, with his belly curved out and his butt sticking out behind him, while effectively blindfolding him. Humiliating and sexy, all at the same time. I let him stand there while I got ready for bed, admiring him from time to time. I fired up the electric toothbrush and spent the interminable two minutes of cleaning time circling Damon slowly, touching his ass, his nipples, his face, and his caged cock with my free hand as I went. I tickled his nuts with one finger. It must have been strange for him, being circled by the buzzing noise while I stroked and fondled him.
I finished up and got into bed. "All right, puppy. Come blow me."
He took his hands off his eyes, blinked and stretched. Then he crawled up on the bed between my legs and went to work. He licked my balls a while, first gently and then with big doggy-style licks, and then went on to lick my cock the same way. His tongue played with the area just below my cock head, licking and tapping at it while he held my cock in one hand. Then he took the cock head in his mouth and licked and sucked at it for a while, seeing how deep he could comfortably go on it.
He used the technique I showed him for a while, where he worked the shaft with his hand while stimulating the head with his tongue. He was being patient this time, spending longer before switching up techniques, and it felt terrific. Then he tried something new, twisting his whole head around my cock a bit with each down-stroke. I groaned aloud. He was keeping his teeth off of my cock and putting pressure on my cockhead with his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The sensation was incredible, and he just kept going with it. I got closer and closer to cumming, and this time I didn't warn him, I just started spurting in his mouth.
He just kept sucking, trying hard to swallow all my cum. As my orgasm died down he got gentler and gentler, until he was just holding my deflating cock in his mouth.
"Wow. Good dog."
He looked up, pleased, my cock dropping out of his mouth. "Thank you, Master! I did some research on the Internet."
"I do like a puppy with initiative," I said.
"Master, can I talk to you about something?" Damon asked.
"If you stay down there and lick my balls while we talk, sure."
"Yes, Master." He took a couple of good licks at my left nut. "My family is going away for a four-day weekend next week. We're going down to the shore." More licking. "Bathing suits won't hide my cage." He licked for a while this time. "I would like the chance to earn four days out of my cage," he said between licks. "I could serve Master all day Sunday of this week to try and earn it."
"Put both my balls in your mouth," I said. Damon did, looking ridiculous and sexy. "I want you for twenty-four full hours. You'll arrive Saturday night and stay until that same time Sunday. Can you do that?" He nodded.
"Be ready to offer yourself to me in ways that will keep me interested for the full day," I said. "It's a long time."
He nodded again, making my balls feel good.
"Think hard about what you want to do for me, puppy. And be ready to ask me for it." He nodded again.
"Okay, puppy. I'm off to sleep. You can let yourself out."
He nodded again and then let my nuts slide out of his mouth. "Thank you, Master."
"You're welcome, puppy. Have a good night."
I watched him get dressed in the light of the lamp from the bedside table, and marveled again at his solid youthful beauty. He saw me looking and blushed and looked down. But then he smiled at me while he was pulling his t-shirt on, and gave a little wiggle of his hips. I smiled at him. "So sexy," I said.
He knelt next to my bed and I kissed him. "Good night, puppy."
"Good night, Master."
He left, and I heard the door lock behind him. I rolled over on my side, turned off the light, and went to sleep.
I slept really well, too.
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