I’m still not sure how but somehow there I was, on my knees bent forward kissing Keith’s socked feet, warm, sweaty, black nylon socks. “Sir, I accept your terms”.
Earlier that day I was sitting in my appraisal meeting, resignation letter in my bag. I’d rehearsed my speech. I was out! As was usual, Keith kept me waiting. HR sat there chatting away about nothing, I wasn’t listening. I wanted to get this over with. Keith arrived. “So sorry I’m late Tom”. He touched my shoulder as he looked at the HR staff mouthing sorry to them. He sat down, putting his keys on the desk in front of him. I glanced at them briefly and saw amongst the keys, a small chastity key. “Right to business, Tom I appreciate this might come as a surprise but I’m not sure we’re right for you here”. My jaw dropped, my stomach sank, I went to speak. “Please, please Tom, let me explain”. Keith was gently spoken, sincere sounding. “I’ve never had such a loyal PA, you work harder than most including sometimes unsociable hours which I know you do willingly, you’re reliable, flexible, you understand how I work and your performance is, well spot on always, but I just sense that you’re not entirely happy here. Am I right Tom?” I didn’t know how to react, I knew Keith was a master at games but this was beyond anything he’d played. “We …… I want you Tom but I need to know that you want this too. There are some important deals coming up which need full compliance”. I found myself defending my place, my role. I babbled on about this being the best job I’d had, how I loved the challenges, the team, and how I loved working for Keith. I opened my stunned mouth and sold my soul! “I think I speak for us both Tom, we’re so pleased to hear this from you”. He turned to HR, they nodded in agreement. “Tom I know I’ve pushed you these past six months, your role will push you further still, maybe to rise to challenges you’ve never expected but we believe that you can do it”. He paused, smiled and winked at me. Inside I melted and against restraint my cock twitched. And then I was standing, shaking his hand and accepting lunch to celebrate. I saw every twist of his manipulation, and I felt that familiar feeling of self disgust at my weakness to not call it out somehow. And I also felt comfortable with being manipulated too. Keith paraded me into the office “listen up everyone, great news Tom’s joining us permanently”. Everyone clapped, a few cheers, warm embraces and hand shakes. Conflicted, I was excited and felt even more part of this work family, I also knew that I needed to submit to Keith’s private demands. “Right then Tom, let’s have that lunch, could you go grab my keys”. I collected them from the office, my freedom briefly in my hands, I handed it to Keith.
We sat in the restaurant. I was ordered for, sitting there like some dumb idiot waiting to be given permission to breathe. “I really think you’ve turned a huge corner Nancy boy. Obviously I need to see your commitment later this evening, but I’m confident you will do the right thing”. I plucked up the courage to speak, “Sir I was going to resign you know, today”. In my head it sounded better, but my words just came out pathetic. “I know Nancy boi, like I’ve told you countless times you are transparent, desperate and pathetic. I know exactly how you work. But, indulge me, what stopped you resigning?”. I didn’t have an answer. “Shall I tell you Nancy boi, it’s because you’ve discovered, through me who you are, what you are. You’ve found yourself, maybe it scares you but you know it’s true”. He stopped speaking as food was served. I felt uncomfortable in the silence, and with his truthful observation. “Tell Sir what you are Nancy boi”. I immediately repeated my well practised answer, “I’m a Nancy boi queer with a pathetic small cock Sir”. Keith nodded slowly, “yes you are”, and he added, “whose purpose is to serve Alpha men - me”. I nodded in agreement. “Eat your food Nancy boi”.
Again I found myself before Keith on my knees. Keith removed his trousers as I repeated, “I accept your terms Sir”. I kissed his feet gently, lovingly, licking the tops from the ankle to the toe, they tasted amazing, mildly dirty. “Anything else bitch?”. “Sir I’m begging you for the honour to suck your Alpha cock Sir”. “You mean this Nancy boi?”. Keith dropped his underwear to the floor, I was still kissing his feet as they fell into my face. I looked up to see his menacing, Alpha cock pointing down at me. “Yes Sir”. “There’s work to be done Nancy boi, but I think you’ll get there”.
Something that has puzzled me all along was Keith’s blunt statement about access to his monster cock, “girls only, this cock loves pussy”. Was he making exceptions for me, I loved that thought. I still had no idea whether he was really straight, gay, bi or one of those straight blokes who lets guys suck him off. I have always seemed to fall for the latter and this arrangement with Keith felt comfortable on that level. Other aspects still felt less comfortable but I was learning that familiarity changes my perspectives fast when it comes to serving and worshiping him.
Keith ordered me to stand. “Pull my pants up Nancy boi”, I obeyed pulling up his white briefs, as reached his cock and balls I gently pulled them forwards and tucked them away. Somehow the bulge seemed sexier to me, hidden behind tight white cotton. “Open your mouth”. He inserted one, two, three and then four fingers inside me. I gagged immediately, eyes watering. As he held his fingers in place as I retched, he bright his other hand to the back of my head and pulled me in slightly. “As you know, I’m going away for a few weeks Nancy boi, some sunshine and chill time. When I come back, your throat training starts, I can’t have this pathetic gagging shit going on every time I want to fuck your mouth”.
A wave of excited panic hit me. Soon I’d be taking his weapon into my mouth and throat. I didn’t want to let him down, hoping the training would help. I was still really scared that his size would be impossible to take.“I’m going to trust you with this Nancy boi” he said handing me the key to my cock cage. “I want you locked and not to remove your cage for any reason and here’s how I’ll know. I will be video calling you throughout my time away, randomly day or night, sometimes multiple times a day”. You will get a 1-minute warning text for you to get to a private place. When I video call you, you are to answer, address me as Sir and immediately angle your phone so I can that your pathetic cock remains caged. Any non-compliance will see grave consequences upon my return. Do you understand?” I nodded, “100% Sir”. Keith smiled, reached out and ruffled my hair, “good boi - remember, you wanted this so don’t fucking let me or yourself down Nancy boi”.
I’ve become accustomed to Keith constantly having the upper hand, so this was no surprise, we both knew that 1 minute would be no time to find privacy and replace the cage had I removed it. Over the two weeks, as promised Keith called at random times and each time I was able to prove my faithfulness to his latest control tactic. No praise, no conversation. As soon as I’d shown the lock and he’d seen that my cock was untouched he’d hang up. I became more and more preoccupied with the fantasy of Keith releasing me for a wank and shooting a massive load into a sock.
I was asleep when the text message came through and abruptly awoken by the video ringtone. “Hello Sir” I mumbled in a sleepy voice. I angled the phone to my cock cage. “Switch the light on Nancy boy”. I obeyed. “Nice, you’ve done well Nancy boi, I’m back already home. I want to see you at the hotel this afternoon”. He rung off. Later as I showered, washing my cock through its cage, I wondered if I’d ever get to see it again without being restrained “. These two weeks of cage restraint had been weirdly fun. My usual pleasure of finding sock porn to wank over had stopped though. Watching it seemed pointless without being able to get off on it. Consequently, my balls felt heavy and my sex drive was higher than ever. I was desperate to cum and so excited that I might get the opportunity later today, believing that Keith would release me.
I knocked and waiting, Keith let me in quicker than usual. Door closed, I found myself on my knees kissing his feet “I’ve missed you Sir”. His trainers smelt amazing, I hoped I’d be allowed to sample their contents. He walked off, “pathetic”. Slumping into the sofa, he clicked his fingers. I crawled over to where he sat and sat back on my heels. Keith stared at me, up and down. I felt uneasy, nervous. “Strip”. I obeyed leaving on my white sports socks only. I was as disappointed as ever to find him wearing the same. They would at least smell good. On that note I wasn’t disappointed, his socks were damp and rank, almost too strong to handle. Their soles were grubby, dirty. They’d been well worn I could tell both visually and by smell. Without word I got to work, this felt like work now. This paid my salary just as much as my official duties to Keith. I sniffed and licked Keith’s socked feet for around an hour. Throughout he said nothing, occasionally glancing down at me, on the floor where I belonged, serving at an Alpha man’s socked feet. Eventually he spoke, “oh I’ve missed you Nancy boi, well I’ve missed your hungry tongue working my socks you filthy cunt”. He smiled, “tell me about your cage, how have you enjoyed it?” I looked up, “Sir I’ve enjoyed bits of it but am looking forward to it coming off too”. Keith looked shocked, “coming off?” Keith responded in that sarcastic tone which really turns me on. “Are you thick or something cunt? It’s not coming off, well not if you want this”, he slipped out his monster from his joggers and waved it around before leaving it, tantalisingly resting over his waistband. It pulsated up and down, the head fully revealed from under its thick foreskin. I could feel my heart racing, I was hungry for it. But was the price I was paying worth it? I stared at this cock. As was common now, I experienced feelings of deflation and excitement all at the same time!
“I understand Sir, I’m sorry. I lost temporary sight of things”. Keith smiled, he started stroking his cock. I swallowed, licking my lips in anticipation. “Take my joggers off”. Keith lifted himself off the sofa slightly allowing me to slip his joggers under his backside. I pulled them down over his feet. Keith cock, looking full and bigger than I remembered was hanging over the pouch of his white underpants. His balls still enclosed. “Back to my feet cunt”. I restarted servicing his socked feet, but with eyes on a bigger prize. I could feel my pathetic locked cock pressing against its casing. It felt good. “Stand up, let me see you cock”. I stood. Keith frowned. “It needs something else!” I was confused. “Give me the key”, Keith held his hand out, I grabbed the key from my jeans pocket and handed it back to him. Keith unlocked the cage and removed it. I was even more confused, I looked down at my cock, free and growing. “Look at that tiny nub growing, haha, it’s so pathetic. This is why I’m doing this for you Nancy boi. It must be hard to have to see this pathetic stump.” “It is Sir, you asked me how I felt early. The truth is, I have missed wanking Sir. But being locked has also felt good, I’ve felt more focused not constantly getting off all the time”. Keith listened. “But I have ……. er, I’ve been ……” Keith started to glare. “Sir I’ve been wearing nylon socks to try and feel sexy again because I’ve not been able to touch myself”. “Why do they make you feel sexy Nancy boi when you wear them, you’re not an Alpha man after all?” “Well I love how they feel Sir, soft and thin I suppose”. “I see, but you disobeyed me. I’m disappointed in you”. He kicked me away. “You were so close”, he started rubbing his cock. He stood up and walked toward the bathroom, “come”. I dropped to the floor and crawled after him, my cock and balls moving freely. In the bathroom, Keith lined up shaving equipment “I want your pathetic pubic hair gone!
Keith sat on the edge of the bath, now in just his white socks and white pants watching as I lathered up and started to shave myself. It felt good to be touching my cock which had started to leak precum. I found it all so horny and humiliating. “You filthy cunt, clean that precum up with your fingers, lick it up. Look how fucking degraded your little cock looks bald”. I stood licking my precum from my fingers, staring at my bald cock. Keith once again took his domination and humiliation to a new level. As I started licking his socked feet again, Keith ordered me to wank myself off. I couldn’t believe it andI quickly started to play with my cock. It took less than a minute to shoot possibly the biggest load I’d ever shot, over the floor with some hitting his socked foot. My whole body shook, I groaned loudly and collapsed onto the floor. “You filthy cunt, clean that mess off my Alpha sock” he aggressively shoved the cum shot foot in my face. I licked my cum from his socked foot. I felt disgustingly hot. Keith then used his foot to wipe the remaining cum from the floor tiles, removed his socks and stuffed them into my gaping mouth. “Get on the bed, lay down, hands above your head.
I lay there waiting. Heart racing in anticipation. Keith entered holding something. “So here’s your new cage Nancy boi, the other one was just to get you used to it. This one will be much better for your cock.” He fitted it quickly, it was tighter than before, around my balls with a double ring making it completely impossible to slip out of. My cock was squeezed inwards more, making it appear flatter. “It’s a microcage, for a micro cock! Soon you will shrink to the next size down Nancy boi.” He smiled as he reached for his phone. “I think we need a picture”. Keith moved close, “pull my pants down”. Sitting in the edge of the bed facing Keith, I slowly pulled his tight white underpants down revealing his monster cock. Keith stepped out of his pants and ordered me to stand up. “Would you look at that? A real Alpha man’s cock and pathetic, locked micro cock side by side”. He took several pics. “On your knees”. This was it, the moment I waited for. Still with my mouth stuffed with his socks I knelt before him. Keith grabbed my hair and pulled my face into his crotch, his hard cock and warm musky balls pressing on my face. “Breathe it all in Nancy boi”. Keith’s firm grip on the back of my head holding me pressed against his crotch. I breathed deeply, biting down on my sock gag. “Good boi”.
Maybe my cage was worth it after all?
