I woke up to an empty bed. Anthony had risen before me and started on a light breakfast. I followed the smell of the coffee and sat down at the table with him, fully dressed and me in my cage.
"You look so good like that." He said smiling over his cup. "Since you did so well yesterday, I'm gonna let you stay locked up."
"Let me?" I said sarcastically. "I thought you'd be sick of me by now."
"Never." He said with a smirk. "Now, we have to get ready. You have work, I have iron to pump."
With that command, I did my morning stuff and started to get dressed. Anthony came over to me and gave me some underwear to put on. It was an assless pair of trunks that said 'good boy' on the waistband. I finished getting my stuff on and we were out the door, a few minutes later, walking into the gym.
"Get to work." He said while slapping my ass. "Or I'll start making you push some of this metal."
"Yes Sir." And I was off going around and fixing problems and messes from the day before. I had to ask Anthony to rerack some dumbbells in the right places for me but otherwise, I was managing just fine. After a little while, a few people had come in and started their own workouts while my Boy Toy was finishing his. I didn't know what to think about it though. I had a man now that was taking an interest in me when two days before, he was just a pretty face in the locker room. It was a dream come true in some ways and because of that, I was cautious. Things that are too good to be true usually are. Maybe I'm just a naturally suspicious person.
Hours passed by, as did lunch time. The day wasn't too bad. Zach didn't even show up or Tom and his Cronies. Soon, I closed up and went home, Anthony picking me up and driving too fast as usual.
"I wanna give you a rest. That ass has seen a lot of dick in the past few days." Anthony said unflatteringly.
"I am still pretty sore from what you did yesterday." I said kicking off my boots. "What about the cage?
"Oh you're gonna keep it on." He said with that sweet confidence that came so naturally to him. "I'm not letting you out of there for anything." A little jingle of his necklace was his way of teasing me. He continued.
"I have a friend coming over tomorrow night. You can stay if you want but it's probably gonna be loud."
"What are you doing?"
"Fucking." He said curtly. "He's and old friend that I have helped before with a particular kink."
"If he doesn't want me here, I can find some stuff to do." I said thinking over what Anthony was going to do to this man.
"I'll ask him. Anyway, you cook supper. I'm so tired." Anthony said as he patted my tightly packed cage.
We passed the night quietly and dozed off together on the sofa watching a movie. He reclined back and my head rested on his lap. In the small hours of the morning, Anthony woke me up and carried me into the bedroom. There we nested till it was time to go. A quick shower, carefully cleaning the cage, and breakfast was all that I needed in the morning and we left.
When I got to the gym, there were cops inside carrying out boxes of paperwork from Zach's office. I was actually detained and questioned about all sorts of stuff of which I knew nothing. Apparently, Uncle Zach was peddling drugs and laundering money with the gym. It must have been hours before I was released with a note that an officer would come to take my statement. This was a turn...
Out of a job and rattled by police. I walked home and sent Anthony a text briefly explaining what was going on. Later that evening, he came home with a tall, handsome, wiry young man. He couldn't have been older than 25 and not under 6'4. He was built like a swimmer, smooth and hairless with very pale skin. His short cut hair was a little lighter than Anthony's brown. He introduced himself as Nate and went to the bedroom, Anthony waiting a moment.
"I'm so sorry about today." He said. "I want you to know I'm here for you, but we need to find you a job. I can't support us both.
"I know. I've already been looking."
"Good boy." He said grabbing my neck and pulling me in for a quick kiss. "Nate doesn't mind if you watch. He said you could join in if you weren't locked up."
"I'll think about it. I'm just really down today."
Anthony gave me another little kiss and moved to the bedroom. I laid back on the couch surfing through the employment site looking for something. I was interrupted a few times by my mother asking all sorts of questions about Zach, most of which I ignored. As I looked, the noise slowly got louder till it was impossible to tune out. Moaning and eventually screaming. Slamming and smacking. Whatever Anthony was doing, Nate was either loving or on the brink of death. My cage was growing tighter.
"Hey Ted!" Anthony yelled from the bedroom during a break in the fuck-fest. "Come here and open something for me."
I, puzzled at this, walked over and opened the door. Anthony was elbow deep in Nate. Anthony threw a tub of Vaseline over to me.
"I'm too slippery to get the damn cap off." He said. "Help a brother out."
I got it open and following his instructions, smeared a gob all over his other hand. Nate watched it all with an expecting smile on his face. He thanked me and leaned back in readiness. It was sort of like a car accident, I couldn't look away as Anthony started to slip in his other hand alongside his forearm. Nate's hole was open large enough to park a car in but I couldn't look away.
"Ahhhg" Moaned Nate. "Your arms are so fucking wide. Can you go deeper?"
"I'm about to split you open already dude." Anthony said slowly pumping his arm in and out. "If I flex, you might die."
"Fuuuuuck! You're too much." Nate said.
"I have an idea." Anthony started saying, looking at me. "Ted, you wanna help Nate with something?"
Anthony slowly removed himself and put me in his place. My right arm was gloved and greased, then under Anthony's careful tutelage, pushed inside Nate's warm, wet hole. There was nearly no resistance till I sank in up to my elbow. There I felt a sort of, second hole and pushed into it. Anthony's cock was at full mast watching me go deeper and deep into his friend.
"Deeper." Anthony ordered. "It's okay, he'll handle it."
Nate started moaning again, nearly screaming as I pushed past my elbow. I could feel his whole body convulse as I plowed my way through.
"Keep it coming!" Nate yelled.
Anthony went behind me, braced against my shoulder and started to push. My skinny bicep was soon swallowed into the riving mass on the bed that once looked like a horny twink. I bottomed out and I couldn't believe it. Anthony went up and started to feel along Nate's stomach.
"You're fucken packed Dude." He said.
Nate only moaned in return. Anthony took Nate's hard cock in his hand and started to jerk it. I was told to move in and out nice and easy as Anthony beat Nate's cock hard. Nate was screaming again...
At that point, Anthony came back to me and yanked my arm out. I fell backwards and sat on the floor while I watched the spectacle. A huge rosebud formed where my arm had been and Anthony slammed his cock into it. Nate blasted cum all over his chest as Anthony pounded away harder than I'd ever seen. Quickly, he came to a stop and pulled out. He sprayed his load all over Nate's cock and swollen, red hole. After a moment to recover, Anthony turned and looked at me menacingly.
"Get over here and clean us up."
"Yes Sir." I said and went over on my knees to his cock. It was still mostly hard and I took him to the very back of my throat. I licked and sucked until he pulled me off by the hair.
"Thank you Ted." He said looking down at me. "Now open."
I did and he spit into my mouth. "Now clean up Nate." He said pushing my face towards the swollen rosebud.
I dove my tongue in and immediately tasted the familiar cum. I went as deep as I could before I was again pulled off and directed to Nate's still hard cock. His 7" was at a cum covered attention and I loved it. I licked every drop off before my head was pushed down. I don't know if it was Nate or Anthony that did it but it was soon lodged in my throat. I gagged and choked till I was let up again. Nate shot a small load right onto my lips and I eagerly sucked it in.
"Good boy!" Anthony said, lifting me up to me feet. "I'm proud of you."
"Thank you little dude." Nate said standing up, unsteadily. "Let's hit the shower."
All three of us frog marched into the bathroom and crammed into the shower. Anthony played with my cage and Nate sucked on my nipples and neck. In the end, my cage was packed as tight as it ever had been and I was covered in hickies. After drying off, Nate and Anthony seemed to talk dates and settled on one like a doctor's office. I laughed a little at this and got my cage cheekily yanked by Nate.
It was later in the night, I had gone back to my job search when I thought about something. "Will make it worth your while." The note said. I wonder how much worth my while meant. I asked Anthony what he thought.
"What ever pays the bills. I don't own you."
"Well..."
"Apart from your locked dicklet." He said smiling. "That I do own."
"Then I'll text the number."
"Cool. Tell me what happens. In detail." He stressed that part, also. "Know your limits and let me know if I need to beat him up."
I texted the number but didn't get a reply that night. In the morning, I pried Anthony's tree trunk arms off me and started breakfast. Only in my underwear, I prepared everything and brought it to Anthony in bed.
"You're spoiling me."
"Only staying on your good side muscle man." I said coyly.
"Good place to stay." He said flexing the arm I saw wrecking Nate last night. "Don't make me open you up too."
That was a threat I was a little scared of. I was adventurous but also a lot smaller than Nate. What stretched him would ruin me forever. Anthony got up after breakfast and showered. I cleaned up the place and started to make the bed when there was a knock at the door. I raced to get on something on and rushed out to the front door, nearly tripping on the length of Anthony's bathrobe. I looked through the peep hole and my heart froze. Mike was outside, but it was worse. He was in a police uniform. I must have been hallucinating...
No. I looked again as he stood there. He knocked again and I opened the door, leaving the chain latch secure.
"Ted Danielson?" He asked.
"Yes. What can I do for you?" I said nervously.
"May I come in, I'm here to take your statement about the conduct of your Uncle Zachary O'Brien. I also have to explain something personal, off the record."
"Uhh, yes. Of course." I said unlatching the door. "Come in."
"I'm officer Connor Bates. Can you tell all that you knew about your Uncle's business?" He said whipping out a recording device.
"Well, not that much really. He hired me when I was 17 to clean the place then it kinda snowballed from there."
"What did you do there?"
"I cleaned, booked new accounts on our system, and canceled old ones." I said thinking it over. "Now I look at it, it should have been obvious."
"What's obvious?" He asked.
"Well, we never had that many customers. just regulars and some extras with that strongman competition last week."
"You didn't handle any money there?"
"No, sir." I said. He seemed to crack the slightest smirk at that comment.
"Well, that's about all I need." He said turning off the device. "You may be called to testify in court."
"I'm not sure I could do that." I said nervously. "I'm scared what he might do to me."
"You'll be fine, plus I need to ask you a favor." He said lowering his voice. "I was undercover and working on that drug ring for a few years. I hope you can avoid talking about what a fun time we had together."
I was nearly quaking. "Of... of course. Sir."
"Because that could do some harm to our case here." He sat down and continued. "Your Uncle's friends were real pieces of work but I had to follow along."
"And the second time?" I asked.
"That was because I liked you. A lot." He said with a definite tone.
"That was my first time..." I started. "I had never done anything like that before."
"I- I'm sorry." He said turning a little dower. "If I knew that, I would've gone easier on you."
It wasn't much of an apology. He was still a sadist and pretty douche-baggy with the smile he flashed when I said 'first time'.
"I got your text though. You must not be too broken up about it."
"I'm out of a job now and was curious what you meant." I said. "Make it worth your while?"
"I do feel a little bad at having put you out of work without warning." He said showing the first shred of emotion other than smugness. "I suppose I could help you out till you get a real job."
I sat down and started to fiddle with my thumbs out of awkwardness or embarrassment.
"I like to get what I pay for though."
"Isn't there something ironic in a cop doing this?" I said looking up, way up at him.
"A little but I know plenty of cops that do it." He said matter of factly. "Besides, I'm not soliciting, I'm helping a down and out youth find a vocation. You're legal."
I squirmed in my chair a little. He stood up and made his way to the door.
"Thank you Ted." He said stepping out. "You can call me Connor. Or Daddy. Which ever one you want."
He got in his car and drove off. I was shocked and just shut the door. Anthony came out of the bedroom then and looked at me. He had heard everything.
"What do I do?" I asked throwing myself onto the sofa.
"Whatever you want." He said. "You might not even have to testify."
"I was thinking about Mike, I mean Connor."
"Daddy." Anthony said with a smirk.
"You shithead!" I said jumping up to attack him. He knew how to cheer me up and embraced me in his huge arms.
"Have your fun with him if you want. Either way, you have a man, home, and food."
"Money though..." I said disparagingly.
"Yeah but you'll find a job. Either on indeed or at the end of his cock."
On that note, I climbed down out of my human tree. As I turned, he gave me a smack. I showered and got dressed. Anthony left for work and I checked my phone. There was a message from 'Roid Rage'.
'Text back yes or no.'
I sent back, 'Yes.'
Almost immediately he sent, 'Yes what?'
'Yes Sir.'
'I'll be there to pick you up at 8.'
It was settled and my heart started pumping. I was going to whore myself out for the sake of my home and Anthony. Speaking of him, I sent him the details and told him to not expect me back till late if at all. He sent back a picture. It was him in front of a restroom mirror grabbing his bulge and holding up his necklace with my key on it.
I needed some rest so I napped. So much for letting my hole rest I thought as I laid down. Near 6:30 I got up and started to get ready. I douched and prettied myself up like any good twink before a date and waited. I had put on something relatively slutty or as slutty as I could in the cold weather. Cock cage, backless briefs, skinny jeans, and a crop top were hiding under my winter coat, hat and boots. The dreaded hour approached and I became more and more fidgety. Soon, my phone buzzed.
'Outside.'
I went out and made my way through the snow that fell through the day. The crisp white sheen was beautiful shining in the street lamp. There was a low, black sporty car waiting for me. I opened the passenger side door and slid in, knocking the snow from my boots.
"Hey." Mike, now Connor said.
"Hi." I said nervously, buckling up.
"Don't be too nervous." He said. "Let's just take it easy tonight. I wanna show you my place."
I sat back and warmed myself. He took off down the road.
"So, how'd the rest of your day go?" Connor started. "It can't be to great to see a cop on your doorstep in the morning."
"It was fine. I've just been nervous."
"How come?" He asked. "Still afraid of big-bad Mikey?" He gave a little laugh, resting his hand on my thigh.
"A little bit..." I said quietly.
"Don't worry babe. Mike is gone now." He said in a calmer tone. "It's just Connor. I'm still gonna treat you pretty good though."
"What do you call good?"
"What do you call rough and painful?" He returned with a smile. "You'll be begging for more when we're done."
I sat nervously letting him feel me up. Finally he made his way for my crotch and grabbed hard.
"What the fuck is down your pants?" He questioned. "Are you packing something I need to know about?"
"No it not that!" I said quickly. "My roommate put me in a cage."
"Like a cock cage?" Connor asked a little giddy. "I knew you were such a fag."\
"Says the man who took my virginity." I countered back.
"Boy, fucking a tight, wet hole isn't nearly as queer as locking your dick up."
"Do you not like it?" I asked a little dejected.
"Oh no, I love it." He said with enthusiasm. "Does your roommate have both keys?"
"Yes he does."
"I want one." Connor said. "If you're gonna be coming over, I better have something to control you with. Other than those pictures I took."
I had completely forgotten about it over the events of yesterday and today. My blood ran cold.
"What are you going to do with them?" I asked trying not to sound too frantic.
"I was thinking of starting an only fans with you." He said. "You're very photogenic when getting stuffed with cock."
My situation was getting worse before it got better. Here I was with this 6'4, 325 pound monster of a man with so much power over me.
"Please." I started to beg but he stopped me.
"You're the one that needed money, remember? I gotta make ends meet too so you gotta work for it."
"I- I guess."
"I'm just making an investment." Connor said with a sly confidence. "I'll pay you up front, enough to get by at least and then your income will reimburse me."
I followed along as he started to stroke my thigh.
"After I'm paid back, we'll split what you make. I'll take some and leave you with enough to cover the bills and then some."
"All this is counting on people wanting to watch me." I said thinking it over.
"Looking at those lips, it's a safe investment." He said assuring me. "Plus I have a couple friends that would pay for a night with a locked sub boy."
I looked for any sign of humor or a joke on his face but there was none to be had. A few minutes later, we pulled into a driveway of a little, old fashioned bungalow in a quiet neighborhood. The outside was unassuming but the inside was fairly normal if a little plain.
"Take 'em off boy." He ordered as he sat down. I got on the floor and unlaced his patrol boots and pulled them off. His feet were at least size 14 or 15. "Kiss them." He said.
I leant in and kissed both for a minute or so before he pushed me back with them.
"First. Let's get set up if we're gonna do this right." He said standing and stepping over me.
He propped up his phone pointing at us and pressed record. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. He sat back down and slowly undid his belt.
"Come here." He ordered. "Daddy has something for you."
He opened his fly and out pushed a large bulge and some thin, straining underwear.
"Lick it." I leaned in and started as his mammoth hands rested on my head. He then pulled open the slit in his underwear and out popped his thick cock. A large bead of precum was waiting at the top for me. I got to work and started down the shaft till I started to choke. At that sign, he grabbed my head and shoved. His cock rammed down my throat and stayed there as I struggled on it.
"Oh yes you little bitch. Fucking choke on it."
I did.
"Want daddy to wreck your little ass? Huh? God your throat is so fucking tight."
I struggled and struggled till he let me up. Just the head of his cake was in my mouth when he twisted my head up to look him in the eyes. I saw hunger and not a hint of remorse in those cold eyes. Soon he shoved me back down and continued like that for another 10 or 15 minutes.
"Come on." Connor said. "Let's go."
He stood up, my head falling off his cock as he did so. He grabbed the back of my shirt and dragged me to the bedroom, grabbing the phone on the way.
I was launched up and onto the bed, the phone propped up again.
"Lay on your stomach." He ordered. I did so.
He grabbed my jeans and pulled, ripping the button clean off and the pants down to my ankles.
"Someone's been a good boy." He said grabbing at the waistband of my backless briefs. He pulled the band out, almost lifting me and then he released it, snapping me.
"I'm gonna love destroying that little hole, baby."
He grabbed a tub of Vaseline off the nightstand and smeared a gob right on my hole. "Look at the camera." He ordered.
As I did, he said. "This is what you call breaking and entering!"
With all his might, he rammed his cock in. I began to scream but his huge hand covered my mouth. He withdrew and forced himself in again. I would have been begging for him to stop if I could speak but he just kept going. Soon, we changed positions. We were doggy style with me facing the camera the whole time. Soon his forearm wrapped around my neck and began to tighten. I started to gasp and claw at his arm. It only grew tighter and I became faint. The room grew dark and I was down.
I awoke moments later face down on the bed being pile driven by Connor's big cock. He was grunting hard and finally pulled out. He yanked me back by the hair, twisting me around and thrusting my mouth onto his cock. He blasted into my mouth and eventually onto my face. After the cum stopped, he grabbed my head and forced it up to meet his. My body was nearly dangling from his strong hands. He kissed me, tonguing my mouth and throat deeply. I was almost betrayed into thinking he had some kind of care for me until we broke apart and he held me by the throat.
"Such a good little faggot." He said. He gave a little smile to the camera and tightened his grip on me. "I should just snap your little neck."
I tried to say something but the air wouldn't flow. He spit in my face and dropped me on the bed. I choked and gasped as he looked down on me. Suddenly a hand flew my direction and slapped my ass hard. I was winded and tried to yell but couldn't. He wound up for a second one and struck again, this time landing his middle finger on my hole and digging it in. With the other hand, he held my face up to the camera.
"You're such a good boy. Do what daddy tells you and suck." Connor said before removing his finger from my ass and inserting it deep into my mouth.
After a minute or so, he got up and turned off the camera.
"Good, Boy." He bellowed enthusiastically. "You're gonna be a real money maker. I know some guys that'd love to do that with you."
I just coughed a little and began to recover my senses. He looked at me and laughed at my ruinous state.
"You'll be fine. I've choked out a few bitches in my time now get up."
I did as I was told and made to get dressed in what was left of my tattered clothes.
"Give me your phone." Connor ordered. "What's your roommate's name?"
"Anthony." I said handing over my phone, knowing not to disobey him. "What are you going to do?"
"Show him how to treat a boy." Connor said proudly. "I just got his number and I sent him our little movie we made. Think he'll like it?"
"Probably." I said, and continued to get dressed.
By the time we drove back to my place, it was near three in the morning. I got out but so did he.
"Kneel." He ordered.
"What? Here?"
"Yes here you dumb whore." He said annoyed.
I did as I was told and kneeled in the snow. He got in front of me and unzipped his pants, thrusting out his cock.
"Open."
I did and felt his warm head enter my mouth. It was hot compared with the outside air. His phone came out again and he pointed it at me.
"Start sucking."
I started to go down on him and his now familiar hand rested on the back of my head. He grabbed on tight and started to release the flow. I was once again disgusted, choking on his hot piss. I had to keep swallowing or it'd spill everywhere and he'd probably beat me for it. He didn't piss near as much as he did last time but it was plenty. He pointed the camera at me.
"Say thank you."
"Thank you."
"Thank you What?" He said.
"Thank you Sir."
"Who's a good faggot. Are you a good bitch?"
"Yes Sir." I answered.
"What are you?"
"Your Bitch, Sir."
"Yes you fucking are."
With that, he put away the phone and zipped up. I stood and he slapped my ass as I turned to go in the house.
"I'll see you again, day after tomorrow." Connor said. It was not a request.
I turned the doorknob and went in. The house was dark, Anthony asleep. I cleaned myself up, brushed my teeth, and slid into bed next to him. He stirred a little and grabbed me, pulling me in tight. This was my home now and it was warmest in his arms. I dozed off.
