Tamed

Previously:

Jason raised his head, trying desperately to see what Tyler had done to him. As he did, Tyler released his restraints and placed them back in his bag. Sitting up, Jason looked down at his crotch. To his horror, he saw a tiny plastic cage encasing his soft dick.

"What did you do?!" Jason was in shock.

"Like I said. I took care of your problem. I told you that I own your dick, and you agreed. But then you went and got a blow job in the parking lot? Boy, that's pathetic. It's desperate. You won't be doing that anymore. You'll be better." Tyler was dressing as he explained the situation. He threw his bag over one shoulder and turned to leave. "It's for your own good."

Jason called after him as he walked out of the bedroom. "Tyler! You can't do this!" He jumped from the bed, hurrying after the young man. "Wait! Please! I can't wear this thing!"

Tyler turned back to look at him from the front door. "Yet here you are, wearing it. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be to live with. Don't test me Jason. There will always be consequences." With that, Tyler left Jason standing naked, locked, and helpless in his condo.

Jason sat despondent on his couch. He switched back and forth, between watching TV and scrolling through his phone. It had been hours since Tyler left him helplessly locked in chastity, and the man hadn't responded to any of his texts. The locked muscle boy could feel his balls pushed tighter against his thighs, and on occasion his dick pressed against its prison. After pacing around frantically and repeatedly analyzing his situation in the mirror for the better part of an hour, he'd cleaned himself up and dressed in some gym clothes. Now, he was just spiralling. He wondered how long he'd be like this, and who would find out. He felt stupid for being in such a rush to get off that he'd betrayed Tyler, and now he needed it even more, simply because he couldn't. His hand kept absent-mindedly drifting to his dick, where the hard plastic cage shocked him back to reality. His mind shifted from panic to anger to hopelessness. Then, as he replayed all the events and conversations of the last few days, a sense of resignation set in. Only one person could free him, and Jason had repeatedly pledged his devotion to that man. He had to be patient. He had to follow through on his word.

The only light in the room was the television when a knock on Jason's door pulled him from his thoughts. Hoping Tyler had returned, the boy swung the door wide open. But it was his neighbor, Steve, who stood on the other side.

"Oh. Hey, Steve." Jason obediently stepped aside, welcoming the man into his condo.

After the door closed, Steve stared blankly at Jason. The boy was confused for a moment. Then he remembered his agreement to kneel whenever the man entered his home. He sank to his knees. Looking up at Steve, he was as annoyed as he was embarrassed. He had bigger problems to worry about than his neighbor wanting a blow job, and he certainly didn't want to reveal his situation to the guy.

"Cute, but I expect you to be naked." Steve was looking down at him with a clear air of impatience.

Jason was devastated. "Steve. I don't want to be disrespectful, but can we do this another time?" He was crumbling on the inside, and he really needed his former cocksucker to be understanding.

"Another time? Do you know how many times I dropped everything to come over here and suck your dick at a moment's notice? Who do you think you are, boy?" Steve was clearly upset with Jason's hesitance.

"It's not like that! I swear!" Jason was clearly in distress now. "Things are just going on, and I don't know what to do."

Steve was confused, but the look on his neighbor's face gave him cause for concern. "Wait. Are you OK? What's going on?"

Jason didn't want to reveal the details, but he had to say something. "It's just Tyler. He's taking control so fast, and I'm kinda in a bad way. I'll suck your dick, man. Can I just keep my clothes on?"

Steve looked at the pleading man kneeling in front of him. He'd never imagined seeing Jason in such a state. As much as he was excited to feel the man's mouth on his dick, something just wasn't right, and he just couldn't push things further. "OK. Stand up."

Jason rose and stood looking down at his neighbor. He remained quiet, respecting Steve's power over him. His shoulders drooped, and his eyes looked sad.

Steve had hoped to have a little fun, but those feelings faded as his concern for Jason increased. "Hey, man. I'm not a bad guy. Just tell me what's going on. You look like you need a friend."

Jason hesitated. Steve was a nice guy, but he was also Jason's former cocksucker, and he'd recently been enjoying a bit of revenge for Jason's unkind treatment toward him through the years. Of all the people in the world to share his new secret with, Jason wasn't sure Steve was the right candidate. On the other hand, given the man's leverage over him in the form of humiliating videos and comradery with Tyler, Jason wasn't sure he really had a choice.

Steve placed a hand on Jason's shoulder. "It can't be that bad, man. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I swear."

"He locked me, Steve." Jason blushed as the admission fell out of his mouth. Saying the words out loud made it even more real.

"He what? What are you talking about?" Steve was obviously confused.

Jason sighed and hooked his thumbs behind the waistbands of his shorts and jockstrap. He pulled them down to expose his caged dick.

Steve's eyes went wide. "Fuck! You mean he LOCKED you!" He reached out and cupped Jason's balls, which were pushed tighter and protruding a bit from under the chastity device. His finger rubbed the ring of plastic hidden behind them. Looking the situation over, Steve began to get an idea of how the cage was built to be inescapable. "Oh, yeah. You're not getting out of this. Not with junk like that." Steve's reference to Jason's larger size wasn't intended as the usual compliment.

Jason was humiliated. He'd exposed his shame to Steve, and now he stood allowing the man to fondle it. He felt his dick begin to ache as it attempted to harden in its prison.

"Oh, that's gotta hurt." Steve let go as he realized what was happening.

Jason covered himself and sighed. "It doesn't feel great."

Steve sat on Jason's couch. "Did he say anything? Like, do you know when he's gonna take it off? Why did he put it on you in the first place? Wait. You just let him do it? Man, you're really a bitch for him now, huh?"

Jason sat beside Steve, legs spread wider than usual, in an attempt to make his balls as comfortable as possible. "I don't know anything. He didn't give me a choice. I was tied up and couldn't see what he was doing."

Knowing Tyler as he did, Steve felt something was missing. "So he just locked your dick up for no reason and left you like this without any idea of why or what he plans to do?"

Jason looked down. "I fucked up." He hated admitting how much of this was his own fault, but saying it out loud made him realize that was the whole point. "I wasn't supposed to get off, but I got impatient and let a guy from the gym blow me. Of course, he found out."

"Ah! I see now. Man, you can't fuck with Tyler like that. When he lays out a rule, you gotta follow it. I know this is new for you, but you need to figure it out. I'm telling you, he can be a really nice guy, but do not test him! The sooner you accept what you are, the better things will be for you."

Jason absorbed Steve's words. He was scared. This was something he couldn't undo. He had to submit himself to Tyler's will now. It wasn't optional.

Steve saw the fear on his neighbor's face. "Hey! It's not that bad! I know you aren't used to not being in control, but this really isn't as big a deal as you think. He's probably gonna keep you like this a few days or something just to prove a point. You just have to show him you understand he's in charge and you take him seriously. Everything is gonna be fine, bro. I promise. Come here." Steve held his arms open.

Jason slid over and embraced his neighbor. After all the chaos of being broken and used, Jason needed a friendly hug more than he realized. Tears streamed down his face as he clung to Steve. "Thank you." His voice was broken and weak.

Steve pulled back from the hug but kept his hands clasped on Jason's upper arms. "Why don't we just hang out for a while? I've got nothing going on. I'll order us some food. Sound good?"

Jason nodded silently. He was so grateful for Steve's kindness when he needed it most. He truly felt lost, and the guy surprisingly seemed to know just how to handle the situation. Jason felt a surge of respect and admiration for his neighbor.

Steve melted looking at the broken man beside him. He hadn't expected to still care so much for the guy after seeing him lose his dignity. He cupped the back of Jason's head and guided him to his lap. Jason rested there and allowed Steve to comfort him by lovingly stroking his hair. With his other hand, Steve ordered some food for the two of them and then found a light-hearted movie to watch.

Jason felt so much of his worry fade away with Steve's touch. The guy was right. He just had to be exactly who he promised to be. Everything was going to work out. It had to. His breathing slowed, and after some time, he suddenly remembered why Steve had knocked on his door in the first place.

The grateful muscle boy turned his head and nuzzled his face in Steve's crotch. The man looked down at him, smiling. Jason reached up and began to undo the button and zipper on the jeans covering his neighbor's eager dick. Steve rested his hands on the back and arm of the couch and lifted his butt a little for Jason to remove his pants and white briefs. His dick sprang out like a small steel rod. Jason pushed Steve's pants and underwear to his ankles and then swallowed the man's meat. He began to bob his head on it, using his tongue to twist and lick around the little shaft.

Steve moaned, gripping the cushion. He couldn't believe how well Jason sucked dick. Just a few short days ago, he never could have imagined the man wanting to service him, let alone work his dick like he'd been doing it for years. He grunted and moved his hips to meet the cocksucker's rhythm.

Jason continued to work Steve's throbbing rod as his own dick began to push in earnest against its prison. He ached, but it served to remind him of his status and push him forward. He pawed at his caged beast in vain, and began to whimper as his sucking progressed to nothing short of worship.

Steve's eyes and mouth were wide with lust and ecstacy. "Oh, fuck! Where has this been? I've never felt anything like this!" His entire body was tingling. The boy was driving him mad.

Jason was experiencing a euphoria of a different kind. The painful pressure of his dick trying helplessly to break free and grow rigid transformed in his mind to an insatiable hunger. He needed to satisfy Steve. He longed to give him a climax beyond his wildest dreams. It was all that mattered. His hips began to hump as he gripped his cage and moaned wildly on Steve's cock. He felt as if he might explode from desire.

Steve was bucking into Jason's mouth. He struggled with himself, willing his hands to remain in place. He wanted to grip Jason's head and pound his dick into his skull mercilessly, but his hands clutched the couch. Mouth agape, head thrown back, his body thrust out a rhythmic string of shouts.

The taste of Steve's precum penetrated Jason's senses and he worked ever harder to coax more from the head of the man's rigid manhood onto his tongue. Pride and lust washed over him, and he continued to work the cock in his mouth with the passion of a starving animal. He would not stop until he devoured every drop of Steve's cum.

Steve's eyes rolled back. His balls drew tight. The familiar feeling of his rising orgasm took over. Losing all control as he was sucked beyond the point of return, Steve's hands swooped down to grasp Jason's head. He screamed wildly, and his body went stiff as his ass surged upward from the couch. He mashed Jason's face into his crotch as he began to fire into the back of the cocksucker's throat. "Oh, god! Oh, god!"

Jason's face was smothered by Steve's body, and his scalp was on fire from the pulling of his hair that kept him locked in place. He was completely barred from access to air. In its place, he received the thick juice from deep within Steve's balls. A new feeling of absolute fulfillment permeated his entire mind and body. Something almost greater than his own orgasm exploded inside him as his craving was satisfied by rope after rope of thick, salty cum. He swallowed hungrily and triumphantly. His reward came with a deep and unfamiliar emotion. Jason was humbled and grateful to receive Steve's nectar. He felt special and useful. So happy to serve.

Suddenly, Steve released his hold on Jason's head. Gently but swiftly, he pulled the boy free of his dick. "Oh, fuck. Are you OK?"

Jason turned to look up at Steve with a blissful smile on his spit and cum drenched face. "Mmm hmm."

Steve knew that look. That was one happy cocksucker. Steve had offered that same contented smile to Jason on more than one occasion. How the tables had turned. As he was contemplating the tectonic shift in their relationship, Steve felt Jason's mouth return to his now sensitive cock. "Oh!"

Jason was lovingly licking up the remains of Steve's spent orgasm. Then, after slurping wads of his own spit from Steve's pubes, he looked up again. "Thank you." It was sincere, almost to the point of desperation.

Steve realized Jason needed that blowjob even more than he did, and he marveled at all that meant.

A knock on the door alerted the men to the arrival of their food. Jason jumped up and retrieved the bag, returning to the couch with plates and utensils in tow. The men ate as if they were starving, while watching a movie and laughing together. It felt comforting and joyful. For a moment, Jason forgot entirely about his predicament. When the meal was finished, they sat back next to each other.

Steve looked over at Jason. "It's funny. Your dick is smaller than mine now."

Jason blushed. It felt much more humiliating to have it acknowledged so casually by Steve like this. He nodded, looking down. "Yeah, I guess you're right." The now familiar ache in his crotch began again. He almost laughed out loud at himself. There was no denying his body responded to humiliation.

"Let's see." Steve pulled his dick out again, showing to Jason that he'd already grown hard again.

Jason reluctantly pushed his shorts and jockstrap to his knees. His trapped nub was pressed violently against its cage now. He let out a grunt as the pain grew.

Steve gave his own hard cock a couple strokes. "Feels good to be free and hard!" He chuckled and elbowed Jason playfully.

A whimper escaped Jason's lips as he watched his neighbor manipulate the full length of his shaft. "Yeah. I bet it does. You really love this, don't you?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders, continuing to slide his fingers over himself. "Can you blame me?"

Jason's eyes were locked on the little throbbing meat. "No. I guess I earned this. If I was you I'd really be getting off on it. I should be thanking you for not being a bigger asshole about it."

Steve's eyes widened for a moment, before he settled back into the couch a bit more. Still stroking, he looked the locked muscle boy over. "That's right, boy. You should. Are you starting to understand your place now?" His cock was painfully hard now.

"Yes, Sir. I think so. Thank you. I owe you a lot. I hope I get the chance to make up for who I was before. Can I tell you something?" Jason was blushing a deep red now.

"Sure, boy. Anything."

Jason licked his lips, still transfixed on the throbbing cock being manipulated next to him. "I loved sucking your dick, Steve. I mean, like I've never felt that way." He paused, trying to put his new feelings into words. "I want you to know... I'll take care of it any time, any way you want. Fuck. I don't know what's going on with me, but I just want to please it. Please you." He looked away. "I hope that's not too weird."

Steve chuckled again. "No, it's not weird at all. It just means you're turning into a bitch boy for cock. You crave it, don't you, boy? Look at it. You need it." As Steve taunted Jason, he slowly slid his hand up and down his shaft.

Jason looked back at the throbbing meat and nodded longingly. "Yes. Oh god, Steve. I need your cock. I don't care how much of a bitch that makes me. I just have to have it."

"Tell me what you need, boy." Steve's voice grew darker and more commanding.

"I need your dick!" Jason was desperate now.

"Tell me what you need!" Steve was nearly yelling at him now.

Jason was almost weeping. "I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me, Sir!"

Steve's mouth turned upward into a devious grin. "Get that ass up on the couch, boy!"

Jason scrambled to finish stripping off, and he positioned himself on the couch, knees spread wide, arms draped over the back, ass arched up, urgently offering itself to the throbbing cock.

Steve stepped forward and leaned over, pushing his face between Jason's muscled cheeks. The boy shrieked in surprise, reaching back to spread himself more open. Steve pushed his tongue into Jason's hole, working it over. In return, Jason pushed back against Steve's face and whined in pure rapture. A sticky string of precum descended from his tiny, cramped dick. They remained locked together, rocking and moaning in unison until Jason could take no more.

"Fuck me, please! I'll do anything! Please just fuck me!" Jason had abandoned any lingering sense of pride. It was useless to him in his effort to get Steve's dick inside him.

Steve stood up, wiping his mouth. He proudly dropped a wad of spit onto his steel hard dick and rubbed it in before pushing it against Jason's quivering hole. "Is this what you need, boy?"

"Yes! Just do it! Fuck!" Jason sounded on the verge of insanity now. He reached back, feeling for Steve's cock, and then guided it into his own hole.

Steve couldn't believe what a desperate whore Jason had been reduced to, but he was bursting with excitement from being the recipient of the boy's cravings. He pushed until he was fully engulfed by the greedy hole. He began to pump in and out, his dick raking across the sensitive tissue of Jason's hungry tunnel. Then he paused, looking down at the broad, muscled body swallowing him. Steve licked his lips, barely able to believe he was fucking this stud.

Jason whimpered loudly from the break in Steve's thrusting, and began to furiously fuck himself back on Steve's dick. The top gripped Jason's muscled ass checks, holding on as his body was repeatedly slammed by Jason's violent pumping. "Damn, boy! That pussy is hungry!" He laughed at his own demeaning comment and Jason's desperation.

Shaking off Steve's words, Jason kept going. "Yes, Sir! Please just fuck me!" It seemed the deep ache in his useless dick had transformed into an indescribable yearning in his hole.

Steve slapped Jason's firm ass and renewed his fucking in earnest. Soon, he was sweating as he used his muscle slut's hole to stroke himself to climax. "I like this new you, slut. I'm gonna be coming by more often. You're gonna be needing dick all the time, and I'll let you earn mine a lot."

"Yes! Thank you!" Jason was panting. Gripping the couch with all his might, he was feeling the cock work him in every fiber of his body. He felt a tension building inside him. It was almost unbearable. Then suddenly he felt something break inside him. An explosion radiated throughout his body. He bucked uncontrollably on Steve's cock and yelped and squealed like a wounded animal. His dick remained trapped and dripping uselessly, but his body was bursting with something deeper than an orgasm.