As we're walking from our room to showers, Craig pulls my towel from my waist and puts it over my neck so my cage is on display. What a bastard! He's really getting off on Holy shit! I just had a real weird thought: Imagine if Craig tells some of his friends that someone locked up my dick because it would make be a better cocksucker. Hmmmm. That might be a good thing as long as the homophobes didn't do me in.
Two guys pass us in the hall. Neither of them reacts. "I guess they didn't see it," I say to Craig.
"Dude, straight guys don't stare at other guys' crotches all the time like you do." He had a point. Maybe I can get away with this.
Three guys are showering when we get in there. Nice dicks, all three cut. I guess Craig is right: I do notice these things when I'm around other naked dudes. I'm real sneaky about it, though. Most fags like me learn how to peek without getting caught by the time we get to college. But wait! The guy closest to me does a double take when he sees me. "what the fuck!" he says. "What's that thing between your legs?"
Before I can come up with an explanation, Craig jumps in. "It's a chastity cage. Prevents a guy from jerking off."
"why?"
"Gary here lost a bet to a friend of his so he has to wear it until the other guy says he can take it off."
"Shit, man! I never would have made a bet like that! I treasure my `me-time,' if you know what I mean. No one would ever get near my junk, that's for sure."
"What if your girlfriend wanted you to do it, say, so you save all your spunk for her?"
"Ah...even then, I dunno. No chick is worth me agreeing to something like that."
As he turns off his water and leaves the shower room he looks at me and says, "Good luck, buddy! Hope you can get it off real soon before you go nuts!" He laughs to himself.
"so you see, Gary, that wasn't too bad. Like I said, most guys won't notice because they're not perverts like you." I stick my tongue out at him and finish my shower as quick as I can. Then I realize that getting dry presents a whole new sort of problems. I'm gonna be dripping all over the fucking place.
"Wrap the towel around the cage," Craig advises. "Stick it between your legs and out the other side."
Awkward as fuck. I have to walk with one hand in front and the other behind my back holding on to the towel. I make a note that from now on I'll shower when no one else is around.
As soon as we get back to the room, my phone rings. It's Jeffrey. He wants to know if I'll come out next weekend. Offers to come pick me up Friday.
"I can drive there myself, Jeffrey. Thanks, but it's okay."
"Listen, dude. You'll be fine driving over here, but you'll probably be too wiped out to drive back once we have our way with you all weekend."
Gulp! "Didn't think of that. Are you guys planning to wear me out?"
"You never know, boy. And listen, I'll keep an eye on Matt, make sure he doesn't get too carried away. Sweet and sour, remember? I won't let it get too sour---unless you really get into it being a sub for him."
"Can't say for sure right now, Jeffrey. A lot depends on whatever chemistry we have."
"Of course. So listen, I don't want to get you in trouble with Danny, boy. Will he be okay with you disappearing for an entire weekend?"
"Whatever. He's not interested in doing anything again. Told me he only fucks virgins and since I'm not a virgin . . . "
"How did he find that out? Did you give out too much information?"
I chuckled. "Didn't have to. He's the guy who busted my cherry! Took my virginity and now he says I'm spoiled goods, not pure enough for him."
"Weird."
"You can say that again. I was kind of hoping that something would develop, but I guess not. Danny's been warning me not to fall for anyone too quickly. Says I should be a slut and get lots of experience."
"He's got a point, boy. Hey, this might sound ridiculous, but I don't know your name and neither does Matt. What is it?"
"My real name is Gary, but a guy I was with a while ago decided he was gonna name me something else."
"What did he call you?"
"Mikey."
"Mikey. Sounds appropriate, kind of a name you'd give a younger boy. You're okay with it, being called Mikey?"
"Yeah. In fact, I like the idea that some Dom gave me a sub name."
"Sounds good, Mikey. And how about that cage? Did Danny take it off you?"
"No, but he gave me the keys. Told me not to take it off myself but wait until some Dom decides to set my dick free. I'll bring the keys with me in case you guys decide to . . "
He cuts me off. "Not making any promises, Mikey. In fact, I'll bet anything that Matt will want to keep you locked up so you can pay all your attention to our cocks."
"That's the point of being caged, they tell me. Supposedly I'll be so horny that I'll be a better cocksucker. That's the theory, anyway."
"Then I think we'll probably keep you caged, boy, so we can find out for ourselves how good you are slobbering over our dicks like the faggot you are. We'll expect a lot from you, faggot."
"yes, Sir," I say, slipping right down into sub space. "Sub space." Danny told me that's the state of mind that subs like you get into when you know how much you need to be a good slave, when you start craving more humiliation, discipline, punishment even. It's a good description of the way I'm feeling while Jeffery is talking to me. Hey, it's not difficult considering that I'm naked, the way Craig wants me to be, and my dick is pressing up against the cage trying to get harder at the sound of Jeffrey's voice.
"that's good thinking, faggot. so anyway, I'll be there about 5:30. Be ready. Wear gym shorts over your cage and a t-shirt. that's all you'll need. flip-flops. Got it?"
"5:30. Yes, Sir, I'll be ready," I say, falling to my knees on the floor of our room just because that's where I felt I should be.
Jeffrey ends the call.
I start to get up off my knees, but Craig comes over and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Stay down. Stay there all the time." Fuck. He's got all the making of a real tough Dom. I can sense it in his tone of voice.
"So you've got a date?" he asks. "Who with?"
"This guy I met at the party Danny took me to Saturday night. He's a nice guy. Him and his roommate are both Doms, so it should be an interesting weekend."
"What the fuck is it with you, Gary, always hooking up with pairs of Doms instead of just one at a time. wouldn't it be a lot safer that way?"
"Well, Jeffrey is a sweet guy but his roommate Matt is kind of tough. Sweet and sour, he tells me. And he promised he would make sure Matt doesn't get carried away, so I think it's gonna be a good time."
"Well call if you need me to come rescue you. They say Easterbrook is a, what do they say, a rainbow school. There are two gay frats too, one mild and one wild. Which one was the party at?"
"I'm assuming is was the mild one because there were a lot of straights there as well, but everything was cool and tolerant. Kind of wish it was like that here."
"Maybe you came to the wrong school, dude."
"I don't think so. There are other things that are important to me, like, um, academics. Easterbrook can't compare, or so they say."
"Well then don't think of changing schools because you can get yourself worked over better out there. Like you say, other things are more important."
Craig comes over, standing up over me, looking down on me. I keep my eyes lowered. Dunno how he'll react, but it's what all the Doms keep telling me; don't look around. Keep my eyes lowered. But shit! there's no fucking reason I have to act like a sub around Craig. At least not until he tells me the truth about himself; that is, if he knows the truth about himself! But shit! He reaches out and grazes one of my nipples. I take a deep breath, involuntarily.
"Touching your nipple turns you on, doesn't it, dude?"
I nod
"It's a lot different than mine. Mine is pretty flat. Look!"
I look up. Yeah, not much to hold on to in his chest. "But your nipples are like these nubs sticking out a little bit. Can I feel one?"
My temptation was to say "Yes, Sir," but I stifled it and just pushed it out the way Scott made me do the other night.
"I'll interpret that action as an invitation. Let me know if I hurt you. Of fuck, you'll probably like it if I make it hurt a little. Won't it, dude?"
"Not too rough though. They're still a little sore from last weekend."
"I'll be gentle, buddy." He takes hold of it and rolls it between his fingers. I start moaning.
"Like that, don't you, baby?"
I just keep nodding my head. He squeezes it a little more and I can't stop moaning like a whore. He sticks out his other hand and grabs the other one. I breathe through my teeth. FFFFFFFFFFFF
Craig chuckles. "Let me make you sore again?" Against my better judgment, I nod my head but close my eyes.
Fuck! He's good at this. I have to decide how far I'm gonna let him go, but all of a sudden he squeezes the hell out of them and finally I yelp and pull myself back and out of his fingers.
"Okay, okay, I guess I found your limit. Open your eyes, faggot."
I do so and realize that his cock is hard. OMG!!!!! Perfect hard-on. Straight and smooth and the head is leaking a bit. I have to stop myself from reaching out and wiping it from his dick with my finger. He beats me to it. Uh-oh.
I get a reprieve. He dries off his finger in my hair.
"hey!"
"What? Would you rather I stuck my finger in your mouth?"
I'm not taking the bait. I'll only taste his fluids right from the head of his dick. When he's ready. Hopefully soon. Honestly, I'm not sure I'll ever let him play with my nipples again until his hard cock is part of the deal. I back off and get up on my feet again. "I have to get ready for class."
"Fine. We'll pick up where we left off tonight," he says with either a promise or a threat.
"I have to be honest with you, Craig. When a dude works my nipples the way you just did, a blow job usually follows. Now I'm gonna have to go find someone to suck off."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, that's so." I quickly get dressed and head out of the room without saying anything else. I force myself not to look at his dick again. Enough is enough. I know I have a lot of kinks, but being toyed with and teased is not my list. I really like Craig, but things are got too weird just now.
And fuck! His precum is in my hair. That's worse than having someone cum on my face and make me leave it there. I go into the bathroom to see if I can do something to get rid of it. Two guys I don't know are at the sinks talking to one another.
"Did you hear? there's some guy here who got his dick locked into some kind of cage. Moe saw it in the showers. His friend says it's because he lost a bet."
"Bullshit. I know someone back home who wore one of those things. Turns out he was a fag. His boyfriend made him wear it because it made him suck his cock better when he was horny from not being able to cum himself."
"Really?"
"yup. so let's find out who it is. Maybe we can get him to suck us off some night when we get back from a party and didn't get laid."
"Man, I don't wanna go gay."
"Nothing gay about getting your dick sucked by a guy. A mouth is a mouth. Just close your eyes and think it's a girl working your joint. Besides, they say that guys are better cocksuckers than bitches."
Hmmm. Flashing my cage around the freshman dorm might not be such a bad idea. Like Danny said, the more experience I can get servicing guys the better. It's all a learning experience. The best kind of learning of all.
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