Aftermath

It didn't seem possible that a friend would do such an evil thing to another friend.

Such was Tom's opinion as he gazed at his inaccessible prick. His erstwhile friend John had just left his apartment, having placed a brand new CB-3000 on and over his seven-inch cock, snapped shut the shiny brass lock, pocketed the two keys so generously provided by the manufacturer and blithely said, "See you next week!"

How had John known he would lose the bet and thus "happen" to have this infernal device ready and waiting? "I see it all now, we have been daring each other and betting for weeks, and he had it ready for the time that he won, whenever it would be." It was particularly shitty that John was going out of town for a week beginning tomorrow and thus no quick exit was possible for his tool.

"Of course, he didn't have to lock me as he was going away. I could have waited." Bolt cutters could always be obtained but wouldn't he just be wimping out if escaped that way? He had lost fair and square. John had always accepted his loses and Tom's requirements like a man. Could he do less?

Tom stared at the sleek, clear plastic case which would be covering his member for the next seven days. It didn't stick out much so it would probably not embarrass him under his work clothes. It fit well and felt comfortable. No pinching in awkward locations. Wearing it at the gym would be another matter though. Futilely Tom tugged at the lock. It was stupid to think that John wouldn't have made sure the thing was locked. He had and it was.

What story to tell the guys at the gym? Tom started to visualize his next week. Whatever he said, he would look like a fool and get a lot of ribbing. Just wait till John loses the next bet, he thought. He deserves this or something worse.

The more Tom looked at the CB-3000, with its strong plastic ring around his cock and balls and the sturdy posts connected to the downward-curving prick cage, the more he felt it didn't look right. It was strange for Tom to see anything in his crotch except hair and his cock. The cage couldn't be hidden by his pubic hair; perhaps it would look better, more natural if the hairs were shorter. A trip to the bathroom and use of the hair scissors reduced the mass of his red bush to a close-cropped pile. Then using a little shaving cream and his safety razor he created an open area around what hairs remained. Looks better he thought. More distinctive. If I seem comfortable with the cage, perhaps it won't cause as much comment among the other fellows. I might as well just accept the condition. It's only a week.

Then a call of nature led him to take a piss. He tried standing; the front of his jeans got soaked. "Shit. That slot at the end of the plastic shaft made pissing possible, but I might as well be into water sports if this is going to happen all the fucking time. What a hassle. I'll have to sit for the next seven days. Fuck that John," he thought to himself.

Going to bed Tom had to do some experimenting as well. Naked? PJ's? Naked worked as long as he kept track of where the lock was so it didn't pinch. Tom settled under the covers and began thinking about all the sex and masturbating he would be missing. Ordinarily with John out of town for a week, Tom would visit bars three or four nights for some action and then masturbate once or twice most of the other nights.

"I could certainly be available for others but not my cock." Tom hadn't heretofore been much interested in ass action. Now here was a reason to reconsider this position. On the other hand, would guys get turned off by my stupidity and just leave me alone altogether? At least he had gotten off yesterday so it would be only a week of enforced chastity.

Tom stretched out and pushed his sheathed cock into the mattress. Rubbing it against the cotton sheets felt real nice. Hey, my cock can expand a bit, Tom thought. Can I get off somehow? Reality struck an inch later. A seven-inch prick does not get hard in a space half its length. It was interesting though to feel the tip of his prick press against the end of the plastic sheath. A low-key buzz, frustrating but oddly pleasurable.

Tom went to the gym Monday after work. It had been nearly two days since he had last cum and he was already on edge. Having thought ahead, Tom was wearing his jock so it was only a matter of adding a pair of shorts to cover his encased genitals. He had picked a secluded corner of the locker room against the wall. Could anyone tell, Tom wondered? No one gave him a second glance.

Once out on the floor, Tom seemed almost manic in doing his routine. Not since his first weeks at the gym had he thrown himself so completely into his work out. None of that vaunted gay health craze for him. "Not as if I have anything I have to do tonight - or that I can do," he opined, "Might as well tire myself out and get a good burn from the weight and reps." This newfound enthusiasm for his work out did generate comment because it was so unusual.

"What's up, Tom?" asked Fred, one of the studlier black studs who frequented the place. "Haven't seen you so excited about a workout since the time you thought Brad Pitt was in the place."

"John's out of town for the week and I'm trying a new exercise regimen to surprise him when he gets back." Does that sound convincing, Tom thought to himself. At least it's vague so if folks comment on the cock cage, I can include that in the story.

It was a good, long, tiring, and sweaty work out. The aches felt good. Or was that the novelty of the condition? But now came an acid test: there was no way he could claim he had to rush off without showering. Bite the bullet. Face the music, if not tonight then on one of the other evenings the cage would inevitably be noticed. Steeling himself for what was to come, Tom stripped, took his towel and flung it over his shoulder, carefully draping it a bit so his crotch wasn't completely visible and went off to the common shower area.

Half a dozen guys, only a few of whom he really knew were already there in the steamy haze of the hot water. He quickly lathered up and turned to keep his privates private.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed as two big arms suddenly grabbed him from behind.

Fred laughed. "So this is the reason for the new found enthusiasm, huh Tom? Focusing all the pent-up sex drive into exercise? Cute. How'd you get into this sexy predicament? "

Tom told the tale. "But I'm bearing up. Just a few more days and off it comes and then I cum - mightily."

Fred gave the plastic case a flick with his finger. Tom liked the way the vibrations stimulated his cock. Fred laughed again. "A sorry come down for a stud like you to be working off sexual frustration because you can't get your rocks off. John will be so proud of your dedication. Of course, the exercise will make you more attractive as well, won' it?"

"I'll do my best to make sure he knows of my dedication to his pleasure," said Tom morosely.

The frustrations grew as the week progressed. What is John doing Tom wondered? Is he getting a charge thinking of me suffering this way, horny as hell, missing thrice-daily JO sessions? Does he even care? Tom secretly hoped he did; friends will do all sorts of screwy things for friends -even accept peculiar punishments like enforced chastity to show loyalty.

John called on Wednesday. As much as Tom appreciated his concern, the calls left him more sexually frustrated than he had been before the call. He did appreciate the fact that John was thinking of the discomfort and abstinence he was practicing as a result of the caging, but he really wanted to cum. Hearing John's voice made the frustration even harder to bear.

Friday afternoon John called him at work. "We haven't completed all the work we had planned, so I have to stay over until early next week. Hang in there. It won't be much longer."

Although he was at work, Tom exploded, "You son of a bitch, I'm going crazy from lust and desperate to cum and ‘you say hang in there'. All I want is for you to unlock this goddam cage. Overnight me the frigging key and I'll do it myself."

"So you want the cage unlocked, do you Tom? I think the bet includes me having that honor. See you soon." John hung up.

Tom was ready to weep in frustration. As the week had gone on, he realized that he was ever mindful of his caged cock. Its inaccessibility to him, his horniness and the cage's physical presence created a wild mélange of feelings. Never had he felt so sexually alive as when he wasn't in control of his sex organ.

He spent much of the weekend at the gym trying to take his mind off his hot cock and balls. There was no room left in the cage most of the time now. His cock had filled up the space and never retreated. Never had he been so at odds with himself. But there was no question that the work outs helped a bit to take his mind off the ache in his balls. The aches in his muscles also helped him sleep in spite of the horniness.

Monday came and went; Tuesday came and went. Tom continued his daily trek to the gym. He continued his hyper-intense workouts. Was there ever lots of energy to burn. The ribbing continued but with ever-diminishing intensity. Fred even remarked to him so all could hear that if the cage kept Tom this active it might actually be good for him and perhaps for some of the other laggards at the gym to rejuvenate their work out programs. That made other guys stop and consider a moment. Could this be a new professional training technique that would give them a boost toward those well-defined pecs and six-pack abs they had always aspired to? But was it worth the sacrifice?

Wednesday evening John called. "I'll be home tomorrow evening. Come by Thursday after work."

"No wait a minute. I'll meet you at the airport so we can get together tomorrow - at whatever time your plane's coming in, I can be there. I would be more than pleased to provide this service to you, buddy!!" Tom was all friendliness and eagerness as he foresaw the end of his imprisonment.

"Unfortunately, my sex-starved friend, the boss is traveling back with me so that won't work. We will be discussing business right up until the time I get dropped off at home. See you Thursday around 8. Hang in there. You can be sure that I'll unlock the cage on Thursday."

Tom was fit to be tied but resisted weeping in frustration since he knew he would be released in less than 48 hours. How shall I meet that son of a bitch Thursday? But he knew that until the cage was off and the key in his possession he had to be nice to John. Had it been worth the discomfort of not cumming? He wondered. The constant awareness of sex and his lack of control? The ribbing at the gym? It would probably have been better if John were around. That way he could have at least talked with someone about what he was feeling - even if he weren't allowed to take the cage off. But it was hot and kinky to do it, even with John out of town.

That Thursday at work went so quickly. Focused on the release that night made everything pale into insignificance. "How fortunate to work, Tom thought. If I were home all the time with this thing on it would be another story altogether. At least work takes my mind off sex for some of the time."

Tom arrived promptly at John's. He knocked and John answered the door right away. "A sight for sore eyes, Tom. A sight for sore eyes." He then proceeded to give Tom the heartiest kiss he had ever received from his buddy. Hot with longing and excitement, Tom reciprocated in kind and his prick leapt in the cage at the sexuality of their kiss. He could even feel John's prick through his shorts, hard against his thigh.

"You know, I have an eye which is sore to see you too, John. My one-eyed monster will be so fucking pleased to meet and greet you again in just a few minutes. I just know it," said Tom humorously.

They entered the living room and sat down on the couch. "I want to apologize upfront, Tom, for how long it has taken me to get back to you. I had no idea that the little game we played would result in you suffering for 12 days without cumming. How did it go? Frankly you look great. Should I assume it wasn't as much of a hardship as I feared? You didn't cut the lock off I see."

Tom was disarmed by the apology. "I thought about cutting it off, but then decided to see what the experience was like. I'm not sure I'd go so far as to say it wasn't a hardship, friend. It was a struggle. You know I haven't been chaste for this length of time since I was too young to cum. A learning experience as they say. Something's went well; others were passable. I had lots of energy to burn so worked like mad at the gym. The guys noticed my efforts, particularly Fred. I did get a charge out of the sensations. My energy for the workouts kept almost everyone from being too nasty about the cock cage when they saw it in the shower."

"My drinking was down since I went to the bars only once. Last week I visited Hudson Street and it was a bust. After I made it clear I wasn't going to poke anyone and no 69's were possible, interest just dried up except to laugh at my predicament."

"The worst times were the nights in bed when I had nothing else to think about, particularly over the weekend when the frustrations were most intense. I was ready to cry. How I cursed you then; but I also hoped that you had some idea of what I was going through."

"Man, I was thinking about you a whole lot while I was away. Thinking how the caging was going; wondering if you would stick it out so long. Hoping you would. It was such a turn on. It still is. Couldn't you feel my woody when you came in? Why don't you show me how great you look without the clothes so we can proceed to the high point of the evening," John said.

Tom happily complied and shed his clothes with an almost reckless abandon. "You know, Tom, I really like seeing you like this - and yes I do indeed see muscle development. The intensity of your routine clearly has already paid dividends."

Tom felt flattered that John liked what he saw - and that the effects of the gym were already noticeable. Perhaps the frustrations weren't all that bad if someone he really liked liked the developments. "Thanks, John, for noticing and thanks for helping me make the effort."

"My, aren't those looking hot and full?" Said John seductively as he turned his attention lower on Tom's body and gently squeezed Tom's twin ripe apricot-sized balls. "You've been storing up a lot. Let's see what we can do to make this a real hot night."

Tom came closer, and John had him kneel at his feet. "Just to make sure nothing happens too soon, I'm going to restrain those overeager hands of yours, Tom." John pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and cuffed Tom's hands together behind his back.

John started taking off his clothes in a slow strip, as Tom remained kneeling. When only his briefs remained, he beckoned Tom closer. "What don't you remove this, boy. Let me see how eager you are for your Dad's body."

Since his hands were still locked behind his back, Tom started pulling John's briefs down with his tongue and teeth. Careful not to bite the man who had placed him in this erotic predicament - after all, he still wasn't uncaged nor was he free to cum when he wanted. His technique might have sufficed if John's prick had not grown and tented his jockey shorts so obscenely.

John grabbed one of Tom's tits and began pinching and twisting it real hard. This was something that he had never done to Tom in any of their previous encounters. Usually he gently stroked, caressed and licked those perky red nubs which looked like little pencil erasers.

"John, that is soooo wonderful. Thanks, man. Keep doing it. God, I'm soooo horny and you just keep delaying the climax. Shit!!!"

John laughed quietly as Tom moaned loudly. "It only gets better, boy. It only gets better." John slid his briefs off and threw them aside. Now he and Tom were naked. Tom kept moaning as John worked over his nipples, squeezing and pinching and periodically blowing across them and thrumming them like a guitar. Digging into a pocket of his discarded pants, he extracted the cock cage key.

"At last," thought Tom, "release."

And indeed, John carefully inserted the key into the lock and twisted it. The padlock unclasped and John removed it. Carefully he set it aside.

"Let me get a warm cloth so I can clean you up real nice, Tom." said John as he got to his feet, leaving the cage on but unlocked.

"I can do that, buddy,' said Tom, "Just get the frigging cage off."

"No, no," John laughed. "It's a service I'll happily perform for my stud boyfriend who has endured so much to please me." He went to the bathroom and came back with a small basin filled with hot soapy water and a cloth.

John carefully removed the cock cage by tugging it lovingly away off the twin plastic posts and set it in the basin. He then carefully removed the flexible ring and dropped it in the basin as well. He rinsed off all the pieces, dried them and set them safely aside.

Tom moaned and closed his eyes. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," was all he said. John smiled.

Then with the warm cloth he laved the now released cock of his friend and then his balls. Tom moaned again. His prick started to grow.

"What have we here, Tom? There seems to be some life left in this organ after all. It hasn't forgotten how to do things --even after a twelve-day vacation." John put his mouth close to Tom's prick and stated blowing on it gently. Tom moaned and closed his eyes again. He inched forward on his knees to get closer to John.

John graciously accepted this as an invitation to place Tom's cock in his mouth. Slowly he enveloped his friend's fuck tool in his warm, moist mouth cavity. Tom sighed. John used his tongue to bathe the tip of Tom's cock.

"Yes, yes. Goddam it, get on with it." Tom begged as John just lightly held his cock in his hot moist mouth. "I want to cum so bad and you're just fucking toying with me.

"Tom," said John laughingly, "you've waited twelve days for this moment. You should be savoring its exquisite pleasures. Who knows how long it will be before you get to feel them again. And besides you need to be kind to me, since you're in no position to do anything for yourself at the moment. I've been thinking about the end of this bet for quite some time and I want to savor it too."

"The agony has all been mine, friend," Tom said through clenched teeth. "Just get me off, you shit and quit fucking around."

John backed off. "Rest time. You need to calm down, Tom, or you'll miss out on how this scene plays out."

Tom gritted his teeth and said nothing, although John could tell from the body language that he was not a happy camper. John went into the kitchen and came back in a few minutes with another bowl and cloth. "Wash time."

This time when the cloth reached Tom's crotch it was filled with ice cubes. The chemical reaction was spontaneous and violent.

"SHIIIIIITTTTTT!!!!! STOP THAT YOU GODDAM SON OF A BITCH. JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET YOU!!!" erupted from Tom's mouth. He started bucking and twisting to get away from the ice cubes that John was administering to his cock and balls.

Although he had a good seat on Tom's torso and was about 25 pounds of solid muscle heavier, John was nearly thrown off his thrashing friend. Both water basins went flying with the water soaking into the carpet. John grabbed Tom's deflating prick and gave it a firm twist.

"Shut the fuck up, Tom. Or I'll twist harder. And stop moving around."

Tom had the good sense to stop. "I can't believe you're doing this to your friend, John. Do you dislike me so much that you won't just let me cum?

John didn't deign to speak. He picked up the bowls and cloths, mopping what water he could from the carpets with the towels. He went into the kitchen for more towels and then returned to continue blotting the water. That completed, he returned to the kitchen with the towels, and then went into his bedroom.

This time he returned with a small bag, rope and scissors. Several brisk turns and loops, a few snips and Tom was trussed with the rope. Tom remained on his back on the floor. John moved him so that he was flush again the sofa on one side, thus reducing his easy range of movement.

In all this time John had said nothing to Tom, and Tom, while following his movements, had said nothing either. John knew that his relationship with Tom depended on what happened next.

The rope bondage had started to make Tom's prick grow again as it always did. John was relieved that Tom's reactions had started to return to normal. John took from his bag a pair of tit clamps and attached them to Tom's nipples. Tom started to moan again. This was a type of play he and John had never explored before and, it seemed, that Tom's horniness made him eager for the new sensations.

John lay down on the floor beside Tom and began slowly sucking Tom's growing erection. Once Tom was hard, John stopped; went to the kitchen and returned again with ice cubes. This time he more delicately allowed the cold water from the melting ice to drip on Tom's prick and balls.

Tom started to moan in pleasure and try to twist away from the slowly dripping ice-cold water. The couch and John kept him in line. The John stopped the water and started blowing on his prick again. He licked the pre-cum from the tip and Tom shuddered. He ever so slowly inhaled Tom's seven incher into his mouth and used his tongue to explore the piss slit at the top of Tom's cock. The pre-cum flowed more steadily and John readily swallowed it down.

It was clear that Tom couldn't wait to cum and that he would do nothing to warn John of that impending eruption so John was very attentive for any signs of a climax. He would tug with varying degrees of force on the chain connecting the tit clamps; suck, and drop ice water on Tom to keep him unfocused on where the new sensations might come from and thus delay any final build up to an ejaculation.

It soon became evident that Tom was less and less capable of coherent thought as his body was awash in multiple sexual sensations. He moaned often and rolled his head from side to side, eyes closed.

John started to whisper to Tom how much he loved what was happening and how he didn't want it to end; how Tom had turned him on through the entire chastity experience and tonight as well - as no one had done before. Could they continue the play longer? He continued this whispered mantra all the while maintaining the varied diet of cock stimulation; tit torture and cold water.

The moans from Tom's throat got louder, his breathing came faster and less regularly. He stiffened up - not that his prick had ever become noticeably flaccid in the last hour or so.

"Please, please, let me cum. I'm going out of my mind. " Tom cried out. "Anything you want, you son of a bitch, so long as I can cum."

John thought that a promising opening to change his whispered mantra. "Anything I want so long as I let you cum? Anything? More time in the cock cage? Anything? A longer time on chastity? Anything? As long as I want you as a chastity slave? Anything?"

John stopped all stimulation of Tom and lay back for a few minutes.

Tom's ragged breathing continued and the tautness of his body did little to dissipate. "John, John, don't leave me like this. Please, John, let me cum. I‘ll do whatever you want. Whatever. Don't stop, man. I've gotta cum. Please." Tom begged and started to cry in frustration.

"If that's what you want, buddy, that I can do anything to you as my chastity slave if I let you cum. Look at me, chastity slave, and say yes to this desire." John slowly inserted Tom's prick in his mouth again. There was no reason not to suggest with positive re-enforcement the answer he was looking for from Tom.

Tom turned his lust-glazed eyes to John and croaked out, "Yes."

"Well then, slave, let's see how well you can cum for your new Chastity Master," exclaimed an elated John. With that he started the tit tugging again and commenced the sucking in a slow but steady escalation of lip and tongue action over and around Tom's fully erect penis. Even with the increased pain from yanking on the chain connecting the tit clamps, the sucking moved Tom to a new plain of bliss.

As the climax burst forth from his piss slit with multiple, rapid, bursts of seed, Tom exclaimed, "Oh God, yes. Oh, shit, man, that's so great!" John happily sucked, milking Tom's rod for all it was worth and for all it contained.

Quickly he disengaged the tit clamps and loosened the bindings on Tom's hands and feet. Then he lovingly re-attached the chastity cage. Tom was still in the blissful moments after release, but he sensed that the cage was part of him again. It felt good, and he couldn't wait for another orgasm like the one he had just had. "I'm so glad I won the bet, John. I'm so glad."

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