Caged
*I added more to the last chapter as an edit (sex with Brent)
We were both sweaty, our bodies still tingling from everything that had just happened. Brent smirked, running a hand through his damp hair before pushing himself up from the bed. "I need a shower," he murmured, stretching before disappearing into the bathroom. I stayed there, catching my breath, feeling the way my body still ached from him.
When he emerged from the shower, steam trailing behind him, I couldn't help but admire the way water clung to his broad chest, the defined swell of his pecs. My eyes lingered, wondering if his nipples were as sensitive as mine, if he would shiver at the same teasing touch. The thought sent a flicker of heat through me—an urge to press my lips to them, to discover how he reacted under my mouth.
Brent moved in close, his fingers brushing against my skin as he unfastened the collar and cuffs. He worked slowly, deliberately, his touch lingering as if savoring the moment. Giving my ass a light slap he told me to "Go clean up".
The hot water only made the sensitivity linger, my body still remembering every touch, every thrust.
When I stepped back into the room, Brent was waiting, leaning against the dresser with a glass of water in his hand. He handed it to me with an affectionate look in his eyes.
"Hydrate," he said simply. I drank greedily, my throat parched, my body still warm. As I set the empty glass down, his fingers trailed over my chest, teasing my nipple, making me shiver.
"I have a high libido," Brent murmured, almost like he was thinking out loud. "I can fuck two, three times a day. Most guys can’t keep up. The only ones who have? Caged subs." His fingers pinched my nipple again lightly. All I wanted him to do was touch me more. His smirk deepened.
He opened the drawer of the dresser he was leaning on and when his hand emerged, he was holding something new. Brent turned it over in his fingers, inspecting it like he was considering a purchase. "Fit is incredibly important for safety," he murmured, pulling out a few rings from the drawer. "Especially for long-term wear." He gave me a wink as he said it, making my stomach flip.
He handed me a few rings, letting me try them on one by one. Each time, he watched closely, his eyes dark with amusement as I tested the fit. My fingers trembled as I slipped on one of the smallest rings, feeling how snug it was behind my balls. Brent smirked approvingly, clearly enjoying my hesitation. Then he glanced at me, his smirk deepening as he pushed a cage up into the slots of the ring. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his judgment. After a moment, he tilted his head and chuckled, giving me a mischievous look of excitement. "Actually..." He reached back into the drawer, rummaging for something else. "I reckon the baby narrow is more appropriate." My stomach dropped as he pulled out an even smaller cage, holding it up beside me. "Yeah, this is the one. The baby narrow. The smallest available."
I wasn't THAT small... There was no way I could fit in this, I thought. My hands were shaky as I took it from him, nervous and excited feeling how impossibly tiny it was. Brent smirked, holding it up beside me like he was comparing sizes. "The baby is 2.5 centimeters long," he murmured, turning it over in his fingers. "But the narrow? Only 2 centimeters."
My hands shook as I tucked my cock, still soft and satisfied from my hole being pounded, into the tiny vented tube. The cage's plastic pressed against me as I slid it into the slots of the ring, the fit even snugger than I expected. Putting it on, the little length I had... just disappeared—like a magic trick. I had always been self concious of my size... and this made me look even half the size of what i should. I felt both embarrassed but also so, so aroused. My breath hitched as Brent watched, clearly enjoying the way my body adjusted to its new confinement.
The key turned in the lock with a soft click, sealing me in. Something inside me clenched tight, the reality of my submission sinking in even deeper. Brent smirked, watching my reaction before taking my neatly caged package in one hand, easily encompassing the cage and my balls together, his grip firm yet possessive as he began to kiss me softly. I couldn’t feel much through the plastic, and yet, somehow, I loved the way he held it—held me. My cock was suddenly done with its post-sex softness and began to twitch helplessly inside, unable to respond. Brent must have felt me straining, his slow smile deepened as he sensed me testing my confinement, knowing I couldn’t get hard even if I wanted to. Then he kissed me deeper, still slowly... his warmth making me melt into him, helpless and completely his.
Brent took my hips and spun me toward the large mirror of his at-home gym that was in his large bedroom. I caught sight of myself—flushed, big round pecs, thick thighs, then a tiny black cock cage. It was so small in comparison to my body and it made my dick look smaller than it ever looked. The sight of the cage on me, the way Brent towered behind me, lightly stroking my back and ass, his eyes locked onto our reflection. The plastic was unyielding, forcing me to stay as small as possible... It was sleek and lined with vents—my cock was locked away but also exposed. It was humiliating from every angle yet my arousal was clear as my reflection showed my cage subtly shifting between straining forward and settling. Brent gave a few sharp taps on the plastic, the vibrations rattling straight through me. My breath hitched at the unexpected sensation, a small whimper escaping my lips as i rolled my hips with pleasure, incidentally brushing back into his cock.
This aroused me even more... I could feel myself strain against the cage... all the while his free cock, still thick and hanging heavy, began to stir, the warmth of it pressing lightly against my ass. He pulled me in closer. His hands slid up my chest, one hand teasing my nipples and the other periodically giving a heavy tap on my cage. I felt impossibly horny again—my nipples had always been hotwired to my dick but somehow the cage made the sensation more intense, more erotic.
I could barely control my reactions... I continued to moan, desperate horniness written on my face as I arched my back into him, his fat dick now at half mast, starting to push against my hole from behind as he continued to circle my nipples, now with both hands. He moved one hand to my deck and gave a kiss on my ear that shot electricity through my body in yet another new way. With his breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "Look how cute your useless little cock is."
The words sent a sharp pulse of humiliation through me, but it only made my stomach flip with need. It wasn’t just about size—it was about control, about being seen exactly as I was: a big masculine pretty boy but with a small, locked, and denied cock. The cage made sure of my position. I was stripped of the power to get hard while Brent's was free to get hard, to cum... to take whatever he wanted from me. My body shuddered, caught between embarrassment and arousal, trapped in the cruel pleasure of submission. I was nervous and humiliated but deep down... I fucking loved it.
What I wasn't expecting from tonight is how much I liked him. I know I'm just sharing all the sexual details, but he was sweet, relaxed, and funny - all the while dominating me. I wanted to be his.
Brent took his now fully hard cock, slapping it against my ass before turning around and pushing me onto the bed onto my back. Instinctively, I spread my legs wide, giving him full access to my hole.
He lubed himself up, pausing for a moment to tweak his nipple. The small gesture caught my eye, sending a spark of realization through me—he liked it.
My breath hitched as I reached down, gathering my own precum from the cage, then, I used it to tease his nipples just as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. He let out a moan, much more masculine and animalistic and he pushed into me suddenly, making me feel full and instantly making my dick press hard against the cage. He was clearly pleased with how I used my own mess against him. His nipples hardened under my touch, a sharp inhale and a quickening pace of fucking betraying how much he liked it. Encouraged, I circled them with slick fingers, feeling his thrusts deepen, his pace continue to quicken, and I had to clutch at the sheets, overwhelmed by the intensity. My caged cock throbbed uselessly, the ache of denied pleasure came in intense waves, making my whole body tense.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Brent pulled out, his heavy cock thudding against my locked package and the weight of it sending jolts of sensation through me that triggered a sudden shot of precum from deep in me. My breath stuttered as the repeated impact sent me spiraling right to the edge. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch myself, but it didn’t matter—the feeling alone was enough. The moment he slid back inside me, it was too much. My breath came in short gasps, my body still trembling from the intensity of of his thick cock filling me. My caged cock twitched, the pressure inside unbearable, straining uselessly against the unyielding plastic. And then I felt it—a sudden rush of heat deep in my core as the orgasm finally took over. The tight, confined space of the cage forced my cum downward, spilling straight onto my balls and coating the black plastic.
It felt... really weird. There was no spurting release, no satisfaction of stroking through it—just a small, humiliating mess pooling where it had nowhere else to go. I didn’t know I could cum without touching myself. My cheeks burned with embarassment as some less horny part of me took in that I was about to start a life of only cumming like this - locked and only able to cum when being pounded by another man's dick. I was happy to get some release but it was so different to the orgasms I was used to... it wasn't quite a full release. That was okay with me—I didn’t even need to cum with Brent. He already kept me in ecstasy at all times. He was the one who deserved to cum.
Brent smirked above me, his pace relentless. "Perfect," he murmured, reaching for his phone to capture the moment. He snapped a few picture of me, my flushed face, my furrowed brow making puppy eyes, my legs spread open, a mess of need covering my tiny cage, and a length of his cock disappearing into my hole. "Fucking perfect."
Brent’s smirk deepened as he glanced down, taking in the sight of my cum covering my small dick trapped inside the cage, smeared over my swollen, helpless balls. "Fuck, look at that," he murmured, voice thick with amusement. He reached for his phone again, angling it downward to snap another picture. "That’s exactly how you should be cumming from now on."
His hips snapped even harder, his rhythm breaking as he drove into me with forceful, claiming thrusts. I could barely handle it—every movement sent shocks of overstimulation through me, my body still reeling from my own orgasm as i let out breathless gasps. My sensitivity made every thrust sharper, almost unbearable, and yet I didn’t want him to stop. I was relieved when he was already so close after fucking me earlier, but also amazed.
Brent groaned above me, gripping my hips tighter. "You really came just like that, locked up and helpless? Fuck, that's so hot," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. His thrusts became erratic, desperate, as he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "You know what’s next, right? Next weekend at the party, I’m going to make you do it again. Right in front of your teammates. You’ll be locked in a little thong, and I’ll have you cumming through your cage where everyone can see."
The words sent a fresh jolt of humiliation and arousal through me, my breath hitching as my overstimulated body trembled beneath him. The thought of it—exposed, controlled, completely owned—was almost too much to process. Did he really mean it? The idea of being so publicly dominated and humiliated both thrilled and terrified me. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I could already imagine myself staying locked, the desperation growing each day, making me more pliant, more eager to obey.
Who knows what I’ll do—what I’ll do for Brent.
Brent let out a deep, satisfied moan as he slammed into me one last time, his cock twitching as he spilled inside me, filling me once again.
His weight pressed against me as his breath steadied, his fingers dragging lazily over my sweat-slick skin. I was still shaking, my body spent, the strange feeling of not only being in the cage but cumming in it... my mind spinning with the promise he had just made to do this again in front of people. Then, as if satisfied with his claim over me, Brent collapsed onto me, his body heavy and warm, both of us panting in the aftermath of it all.
After a few moments, I forced myself up, my legs unsteady as I made my way to the shower. The hot water helped wash away the sweat and mess, but it did nothing to quiet the ache still lingering inside me. When I stepped back into the room, Brent was already half-asleep, sprawled out on the bed. He barely opened his eyes as he murmured, "Stay over."
Relief flooded me. I didn’t have to go back to my hostel—I got to stay here, with Brent. That simple fact made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t ready to examine. I climbed into bed beside him, grateful for the warmth of his body, the way he instinctively pulled me close even as he drifted off.
We passed out like that, tangled together in the warmth of the sheets.
...Hours later, something pulled me from sleep—a dull ache, a frustration deep inside me. My caged cock twitched uselessly, trapped and straining against the plastic, a familiar reaction in the dead of morning for me but this time, apparently unbeknownst to my dick, I couldn't get hard. It was 4 a.m. Why couldn’t my dick relax and let me fall asleep? Brent had rolled away at some point while we were both asleep, his warmth no longer pressed against me. But then, as if sensing my restlessness, he shifted, rolling back into me. His soft cock nestled against my ass, the comforting weight of it added to the horniness burning somewhere deep in me and making my dick try even more fruitlessly to get hard, straining the cage outward before giving up, again and again. Somehow something about this denied horniness felt so sensational and erotic, somewhere deep within me. Occasionally I could feel my dick leak a bit of precum.
As I lay there, I found recounting more than all the filthy details of him making my fantasies come true, but also my intense infactuation with Brent. He was funny, relaxed, and surprisingly sweet. He made me laugh. He made me feel wanted. And as I lay there, my cock still straining uselessly in its cage, I realized that being locked wasn’t the only thing making me desperate. I wanted more of him. His presence felt safe, easy, and despite everything we had just done.
Then I felt it—him hardening against me, his length thickening. Time passed in the stillness of the room, Brent unconscious but his body responding instinctively, his cock pressing heavier against me. My cock periondically twitching with desperation in tiny cage while his, thick and long, throbbed unconciously against me, an undeniable reminder of his control over me, over my pleasure. The contrast made my stomach twist with need, my body burning with frustration, but I couldn’t do anything except lay there, aching, waiting, wanting.
I accidentally let out a small moan as my dick produced a spurt of precum - my body reacting before my mind caught up. Brent let out a groggy exhale, his voice thick with sleep. "Hey, princess," he murmured, applying just a bit more pressure, and pulling back on my hips as his cock nudged against me with more force. I wanted it. Badly. Then, to my shock and having been plugged and opened up twice already by Brent that night, he slowly pushed inside me again, stretching me open once more. With both arms wrapper around me, he pinched my nipples making me moan and i found my hips involuntarily rock back into his dick creating a feeling of pressure in and behind my locked cock. I just wanted him to fuck me again, but... he didn’t move, his breath slowing, deepening. He had fallen back asleep. His arms holding me firmly where i was still and his thick cock inside me, pushing on my prostate. I couldn't help but rythmically tighten around it in time with my dick strainging. Yet he somehow remained asleep. Occasionally he would soften and my prostate would get a break but soon enough he would lazily, unconciously give a few soft thrusts and pull on my hips and his dick would be hard again. My chest rose and fell, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely, the contrast of his deep, steady breathing and the ache of my own denied arousal keeping me wide awake. I lay there, feeling filled by his cock, almost on the edge of cumming even though he wasn't moving, and occasionally my dick would decide to shoot a tiny gush of precum. I felt impossibly horny, as Brent slept, still inside me.
