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"Well, now, bitch. Make yourself useful and show me your cage."
Despite all the cogs in his brain working at full capacity, Jacob, the jock, couldn't figure out a response, but he didn't need to say anything. His pale, wrinkled face and wide, hollow, bloodshot fair blue eyes that were clearly holding back a flood of tears told James all he needed to know. That the defeated straight boy didn't have a choice, and they both knew it.
"Y-yes...yes, sir..." with a quiet, weak-sounding, reluctant groan, Jacob forced himself to obey his tormenter. His shivering fingers unsteadily reached for the top of his jeans and yanked them down his ankles so that his freshly smooth crotch was displayed for the fag to smirk at. Jacob refused to look down. It disgraced him that his lack of pubes made him feel like no man at all. Also, he didn't need to look to feel his cock painfully ache and strain in its smaller than, small, chrome silver cock cage. Helplessly staring down at it would only make things more torturous for him.
"Sir, eh?' James said with a surprised yet pleased voice. "Good, bitch. You're making great progress. You're finally starting to understand and accept your situation. Understanding that you're no longer in charge."
"Y-yes, sir...I, I'm not in charge...you are, sir." The boy cringed on the inside as he could actively feel his pride fade into nothingness.
James crept in front of the cock caged, nervous boy to reach out and to feel the gentle, smoothness of his bitch's denuded crotch before cupping Jacob's sweaty, musky, hefty ballsack in the palm of his hand. Longingly looking down at Jacob's shiny cock prison. Fondly recalling how he was once caught staring at the impressive bulge; how juicy and succulent it used to taste; how it was once regarded as the most remarkable dick in town, and how it now belonged to him.
"Damn, boy...the whole no body hair thing really does suit you, goes rather nicely with your useless nub, don't you think?"
"Yes...s-sir..." the misery in Jacob's voice was priceless.
"These balls are so full, bitch...so, so full with creamy, boy spunk," as James talked his words gradually turned into mocking, seductive whispers. "I bet you're so, so horny right now, aren't you bitch?"
"Uuurrrnngghh...y-yes...yes, sir..." Jacob had no choice but to let out a loud, needy moan as James's fingers slithered around the top of his cage. The boy became entranced by the sadist's whispers. "Soo horny, sir."
"I bet one touch is all it would take for that straining sausage to shoot like a geyser..."
"Yes, sir... so close, sir" Jacob hated the fact that he so effortlessly manipulated his body, making his dick ooze and strain in its minuscule confines, making his mind numb. Whenever James was around, any form of power drained from his body.
"I bet you'd do anything for me to unlock you, wouldn't you, bitch?"
"Yes, sir...anything, sir...anything at all..."
"Heh...that so?" James removed his hand and stepped back, leaving Jacob to his horny frustration. Momentarily satisfied that he had that effect on the suffering straight boy. "Hands behind your head, bitch," but of course, James wanted more. He wasn't going to take a half-measure. "If you want it so badly, why don't you go ahead and beg for it? Show me how much you want it...and what you'll be willing to do for it."
A silent gasp escaped Jacob's lips. Hearing those words from the sinister goon should've been music to his ears, yet he was extremely cautious. James didn't do anything without reason. Jacob learned from experience that this humiliating talk would most certainly be used against him, but what choice did he have? Jacob had to do this. It was the only way. James would only be satisfied until the straight boy was degraded and dehumanised in every way imaginable.
"Sir, please, sir... I'll do anything, sir...anything at all...please, sir...let me suck your cock, sir...I wanna suck your cock...wanna make you feel so good...so, so good, sir...I wanna be your cumdump, sir...I want you to tweak my nipples while you cum down my throat...please, sir, please, please, please, sir."
A stream of salty tears started to fall down Jacob's face. He hated himself. He didn't mean any of what he was saying. Not a single word, but he had to say them, despite knowing that he was digging his own grave, giving the sinister bastard even more ammunition, but he had to finish what he started.
"And then, sir...and only then, would you unlock me, sir...please, sir... I'm so horny all the time... it's killing me, sir...my girlfriend is going to break up with me because I won't fuck her, and I don't want that to happen...please, sir..please unlock me... I'll do anyth--"
"HehehahaahahahahaOhMyFuckingGod...you sound so fucking pathetic..." James interrupted Jacob's desperate plea by bursting into a fit of uncontrolled laughter, belittling Jacob, and making him feel like less than a man in every way. "I'm sorry, bitch, I don't mean to sound like a total asshole, it's just…you sound like a totally different person, you know. It's just almost impossible to imagine you used to be calling me bitch. That you're the same piece of shit who used to bully and pick on me almost every fucking day in college, not even a year ago. Remember that, bitch?"
"Y-yes, sir…" Jacob had his caged tale in between his legs. He felt there was nothing he could say to reason with James.
"Yeah, I remember too, bitch. I remember it so fucking clearly. Not a day goes by when I don't think about how you used to treat me. I remember how sometimes you would grab me by my hair and drag me to the college bathroom. I remember how you and your buddies used to circle me, laugh at me and call me cruel, hurtful names while you forced me to slurp and slobber on your pulsing pricks. You and your buds even used to snap a few pics and vids of your boy spunk gushing down my face while another bitch boy skullfucked me. You were a complete cunt to me back then, weren't you bitch?"
"Y-yes...yes, sir..."
Do I deserve this? Is this what I get for being a jerk? Is this karma's sick, fucked up way of catching up to me?
Jacob already knew that this was bullshit. No boy deserves this, but he couldn't help but blame himself. James knew how to get under his skin. How to mess with the straight boy. He seamlessly painted the picture that Jacob was the one to blame.
"You made it quite clear, bitch, that I needed to tame you, control you, correct you, so that's exactly what I did. For an aggressive skullfucker, you were certainly quite the talker. You told me so many things, like how I had one of the most fuckable mouth cunts going, how your girlfriend seemed almost sloppy in comparison and that she's in desperate need of some cocksucking tips. Hehe...guess you didn't expect that I'd be recording our private sessions, huh, bitch?"
"N-no, sir." If only he did, then this whole nightmare would never have happened.
"It's hilarious how, given the right incentive, a straight boy will make himself do things he'd thought he'd never, ever do. So, for example, a video of one being recorded, taking smack about his girlfriend while a hungry faggot skilfully sucks him off might convince him to lick and lap said faggots boots. Then, after that's been recorded, he might be persuaded to say, I don't know, take a selfie of him playing with his nipples. Perhaps then he might let his favourite gay shave him smooth, rob him of his man fur, and maybe, just maybe, he might be inclined to record himself getting his first taste of cock meat. Can you imagine that, bitch? Can you fucking imagine that?"
"Y-yes, sir." Jacob could. He fucking could. James's dick was stuffed down his throat whenever he closed his eyes, and those degrading videos were playing on repeat on full blast in the background. But he would endure those demeaning tasks a million times over if it meant he could pop a big, fat boner one more time.
"Hehe...yeah, I know you do. What would your girlfriend do if she could see you now?"
"..." Jacob just looked to the floor like a naughty schoolboy.
"I asked you a question, bitch. Answer," James ordered. His voice was stiff and impatient, sounding as if he was one of those calm and collected sociopaths but was about to act on his murderous intents. "What would she do if she found out that her manly, macho boyfriend sucks cocks far better than she ever could?"
"Sir...she'd think I was pathetic, sir...a loser...she'd dump my ass in a heartbeat...my life would be ruined, sir..." more words Jacob had no choice but to say. More power he was giving James.
"You know bitch. I don't think you're too far off. She probably would think you're pathetic, and she'd be right. It's like I always tell you, bitch: you've only got yourself to blame. You wanna know your problem, bitch? You think too much with that thing in between your legs. Why else do you think I crammed that dick in a cage the first chance I got? I was doing it to help you, hoping that without a cock to worry about, you wouldn't be such a pathetic loser and make such stupid decisions. You should be thanking me. So...you know...thank me, bitch..."
For a moment, Jacob didn't think he could go through with it. How could you thank the psycho who robbed you of your manhood and sound sincere? Yes, it was true James did, very occasionally, unlock Jacob's denied, throbbing cock and permit him to have one or two 'free' orgasms. But not only were they very few and far between and never lasted for more than an hour, but they'd also always end with Jacob sinking to his knees, exposing his denuded crotch and forced to beg to be locked in his cage once again. How could anyone be thankful for that? But it didn't matter if he was or wasn't. He had to try.
"T-th-thank...thank you...s-sir..." Jacob finally forced himself to say.
"You're welcome, bitch. See? It's already paying off. There's no way in hell you'd ever be so respectful if I just left you with your buds. You're learning. Good job, bitch."
"Thank you, sir...does that mean you're going to unlock me, sir?" Only that would make all this shameful humiliation somewhat worthwhile."
"No' James said plainly.
That one word may as well have been earth-shattering. It was like a dark, bleak thundercloud flew over Jacob, shrouding him in black-and-white misery. All colour just drained from the straight boy's body, all at once.
"While I appreciate your respect and obedience, I'm not just going to give in to every little demand just because you beg for it. Although..." James paused and dove into a deep train of thought before curling his lips into a vague, mysterious smile. "I suppose you have been a good bitch lately. So instead, we're going to play a little game."
"A-a game, sir?" Jacob said in confusion and a little sense of weariness.
"Well, it's not really a game, more like a test. I'm going to test your loyalty and devotion towards me. After the test, I'll see if you're a bitch worth trusting.
It all sounded ominous and even slightly dangerous, but Jacob brushed all his worries when he saw James produce a small, shiny steel key from his pocket and place it on his desk. In an instant, the colour rushed and returned to his eyes. He felt a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long, long time: hope. But, none of it made sense. James had only just said that he had no intention of unlocking Jacob, so why the key? Was it to further torture the boy, to give him false hope or did James have something far more sinister in mind?
"That caught your eye, did it, bitch? Good because that key plays a vital role in the test."
What happened next made Jacob's heart stop almost entirely. How he didn't lose consciousness was a goddamn miracle.
James unlocked a nearby drawer, guarded by a high-security padlock, to reach out and produce a large metal industrial tweezer, which he placed on the desk next to the tiny key. He giggled like a young girl having a pillow fight with her bestie.
"Ok, bitch. You see the key and tweezers, yeah? Great. The test is real simple. I want you to take them both. First, I want you to feel how close you are to freedom, to being a man, to get back everything this pathetic faggot. Then once you feel all that, and only then, I want you to lunge at them with the tweezers and snap them in half. That's all you gotta do, I promise." James said what he said so calmly, so simply, as if he was only teaching a pup to sit.
"W-wa-wait..? Wh-what..???" He refused to acknowledge what he had just heard. Those words, in that order, were fucked up but on a whole different level. He thought he was going insane. He almost wished he was.
"Did I stutter, bitch? Grab your keys and snap them in half. Do that, and I'll know I can trust you."
Trust?! How the fuck is any of this about trust? He has taken everything from me. He has made me do things no straight boy should ever have to do. And now he, what...wants me to prove myself...my loyalty??? Fuck, fuck, fuck...why is he making me do this? Wasn't sucking his cock enough?
Jacob felt like he was simultaneously suffering from a headache, panic attack, and mental shutdown. The way forward was helplessly unclear. No choice was easy. No road was safe. Whatever Jacob did next, he'd still be in the hands of that sinister psycho.
"H-how can I trust you? W-what if that's the only key? H-how do I know..?" Even though that sounded inhumanly evil, Jacob wouldn't put anything past James at this point.
"You don't," James carelessly shrugged. "But that's the point. I could have a spare key. I could have multiple. See that leather box under my bed? There could be a shiny key in there just waiting for you. Then again, you could be right, that could be the only key, and it would turn me on...so...fucking...much to watch you break it. You don't know, and that's how it should be. You seem to have forgotten your place, so allow me to remind you. I own you, not the other way around. Ever since I locked that cock and you became my bitch, you lost your right to know. I tell you what to say, what to do, what to think and...yes...if and when you get unlocked from chastity. So shut the fuck up, bitch! You're only going to make things worse for yourself."
Jacob really didn't have a say. How could you possibly argue with a madman? The thought of defying, running and crying did immediately cross his mind, but James had far too much on him for there not to be severe repercussions for doing so. Jacob's body shivered with nervousness, and anxiety overwhelmed him, yet he somehow managed to lick up the shiny key and the stainless steel tweezer and hug them close to his chest...but that was all he could do. Jacob was paralysed. Like every muscle he possessed had shut down. He didn't know if he could do this. He knew he had no choice, but the thought of his aching denied member trapped in this laughably small cage permanently made beads of sweat drip down his chin.
"Struggling, bitch?" James tauntingly chimed. "Having trouble deciding what the correct choice is? That is understandable, I guess. I suppose it is a pretty hard one. Though, if you ask me, the answer should be pretty obvious. Perhaps I haven't given you the right incentive. Here, let me change that."
In a frantic rush, James jumped on his bed to click a singular button on his idle resting laptop. Loud, exaggerated, pleasurable, lustful moans bellowed from the device, along with frantic, wet-sounding sucks and slurps. Jacob knew who was proudly grunting and making those moans the moment he heard them. And it was confirmed when James turned the laptop around so Jacob could see the video of himself, gurgling and desperately gagging for air as James mercilessly thrusted his cock back and forth in Jacob's mouth cunt.
"Uuurrnnn...nnaarrrggghhh..." James's blissful moans and grunts echoed from the video as he facefucked Jacob without a shed of remorse on his straining face. "Ffuuucckk...you like that, huh bitch? You like having my big, fat dick in your mouth? Yeah, you do. You're nothing but a cock-hungry bitch boy.
"Fuck, this one has to be one of the hottest videos we've done together," said the actual James. The video-playing laptop was resting on his lap, his throbbing, tenting boner stirring underneath. "I don't even need to watch it all. I remember, clear as day, how O came like a geyser and rope after rope off my creamy jizz hung from your chin. It was best.
"..." Jacob could say nothing of substance. James's moans and groans, followed by his constant chokes, banged in his ears.
"Don't worry, bitch. I know you love them just as much as I do. Good thing, too, because I have tons of videos saved, not to mention quite a few closeups of your cum-covered face and, of course, your hairless cock caged cock. I know the videos and pics are ours and ours alone, but sometimes I wonder how cool it would be if everyone knew your truth. Maybe it's time we show your bitch-boy buddies what you really are. What do you think, bitch?
"N-no...nooo...please, sir...please don't..." Jacob said as fast as he could. To him, having those videos become public knowledge was a fate worse than death.
"Well, well, it appears we've found our incentive. So allow me to rephrase my order: snap your cock cage key in half right now, bitch, or I'll make sure everyone sees that video. I'll ensure that not even your mother can look at you the same way."
The pressure was indeed on, and it almost crushed Jacob entirely. It felt like every second he wasted staring in immense horror at his tiny cock cage key, then the deadly tweezers, the more fucked he truly was. This was the first time he had ever been so insanely close to freedom, and now he was expected to destroy his chances just like that? How could anyone be expected to do that to themselves?
As much as James enjoyed torturing his bitch, forcing the straight boy to make such a horrible decision, he wanted an answer, and he wanted one now. So to speed the process along, he reached to grab his phone and opened up a message.
"I'm waiting, bitch, and I'm getting kinda impatient. If you keep me waiting much longer, I might have to send this," James added more fuel to the already blazing when he turned his phone to show Jacob a draft text on his screen. It was to Jacob's girlfriend. The message had no text, but attached to it was a video of him down on his knees, his eyes slammed shut while slurping and sucking away on James's fat cock, and a picture of his bare, smooth, naked body. All naked, except for his glistening chastity cage right where his dick should be. "One tap is all it would take for me to show your baby girl what a pathetic little bitch you really are. So quit wasting my time and make a fucking decision already. Prove your loyalty or feel my wrath."
Jacob was out of time. He had to make one. And even though both were soul-crushing, both were humiliating and twisted, and both were unquestionably beyond messed up, he immediately came up with an answer. His reputation meant everything to Jacob, and he couldn't allow himself to ruin or tarnish it in any way, even if it meant doing the unthinkable and taking a tremendous risk.
There's no way that can be the only key. He can't be that disturbed, right? RIGHT?!
It was too late to question, to have second thoughts. James's thumb was hovering over the send button on his phone, indicating that it was now or never. Jacob held the key up to his crotch as tightly as he could until it felt like it would pierce into his flesh, his free hand approaching, wielding the tweezers. His vision was as unsteady as his grip. Big drops of sweat dripped from his mop of hair. He felt like he was going to puke...
Until...
Until...
*Snap* went the key, and the useless metal shards fell to the floor while James roared like a lion as his cock shot his gooey, creamy pellets of spunk down Jacob's throat on the laptop video.
"Good answer, bitch."
James let out a smile and a giggle as he watched Jacob look down at his broken cock cage key and start tearing up and panting in utter disbelief. He had no idea if that was the only key, if he had made the right choice or if he had just destroyed his chances of becoming a man again. Jacob had no idea. He was in the dark, and that's precisely where James wanted him. Horny. Dumb. Mindless.
James will inform his bitch if that was, in fact, the only key at some point, but right now, there were far more pressing matters to deal with. James had a cock like a pillar that demanded the attention of a straight boy's mouth. After all, the bitch did beg for it.
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"Well, now, bitch. Make yourself useful and show me your cage."
Despite all the cogs in his brain working at full capacity, Jacob, the jock, couldn't figure out a response, but he didn't need to say anything. His pale, wrinkled face and wide, hollow, bloodshot fair blue eyes that were clearly holding back a flood of tears told James all he needed to know. That the defeated straight boy didn't have a choice, and they both knew it.
"Y-yes...yes, sir..." with a quiet, weak-sounding, reluctant groan, Jacob forced himself to obey his tormenter. His shivering fingers unsteadily reached for the top of his jeans and yanked them down his ankles so that his freshly smooth crotch was displayed for the fag to smirk at. Jacob refused to look down. It disgraced him that his lack of pubes made him feel like no man at all. Also, he didn't need to look to feel his cock painfully ache and strain in its smaller than, small, chrome silver cock cage. Helplessly staring down at it would only make things more torturous for him.
"Sir, eh?' James said with a surprised yet pleased voice. "Good, bitch. You're making great progress. You're finally starting to understand and accept your situation. Understanding that you're no longer in charge."
"Y-yes, sir...I, I'm not in charge...you are, sir." The boy cringed on the inside as he could actively feel his pride fade into nothingness.
James crept in front of the cock caged, nervous boy to reach out and to feel the gentle, smoothness of his bitch's denuded crotch before cupping Jacob's sweaty, musky, hefty ballsack in the palm of his hand. Longingly looking down at Jacob's shiny cock prison. Fondly recalling how he was once caught staring at the impressive bulge; how juicy and succulent it used to taste; how it was once regarded as the most remarkable dick in town, and how it now belonged to him.
"Damn, boy...the whole no body hair thing really does suit you, goes rather nicely with your useless nub, don't you think?"
"Yes...s-sir..." the misery in Jacob's voice was priceless.
"These balls are so full, bitch...so, so full with creamy, boy spunk," as James talked his words gradually turned into mocking, seductive whispers. "I bet you're so, so horny right now, aren't you bitch?"
"Uuurrrnngghh...y-yes...yes, sir..." Jacob had no choice but to let out a loud, needy moan as James's fingers slithered around the top of his cage. The boy became entranced by the sadist's whispers. "Soo horny, sir."
"I bet one touch is all it would take for that straining sausage to shoot like a geyser..."
"Yes, sir... so close, sir" Jacob hated the fact that he so effortlessly manipulated his body, making his dick ooze and strain in its minuscule confines, making his mind numb. Whenever James was around, any form of power drained from his body.
"I bet you'd do anything for me to unlock you, wouldn't you, bitch?"
"Yes, sir...anything, sir...anything at all..."
"Heh...that so?" James removed his hand and stepped back, leaving Jacob to his horny frustration. Momentarily satisfied that he had that effect on the suffering straight boy. "Hands behind your head, bitch," but of course, James wanted more. He wasn't going to take a half-measure. "If you want it so badly, why don't you go ahead and beg for it? Show me how much you want it...and what you'll be willing to do for it."
A silent gasp escaped Jacob's lips. Hearing those words from the sinister goon should've been music to his ears, yet he was extremely cautious. James didn't do anything without reason. Jacob learned from experience that this humiliating talk would most certainly be used against him, but what choice did he have? Jacob had to do this. It was the only way. James would only be satisfied until the straight boy was degraded and dehumanised in every way imaginable.
"Sir, please, sir... I'll do anything, sir...anything at all...please, sir...let me suck your cock, sir...I wanna suck your cock...wanna make you feel so good...so, so good, sir...I wanna be your cumdump, sir...I want you to tweak my nipples while you cum down my throat...please, sir, please, please, please, sir."
A stream of salty tears started to fall down Jacob's face. He hated himself. He didn't mean any of what he was saying. Not a single word, but he had to say them, despite knowing that he was digging his own grave, giving the sinister bastard even more ammunition, but he had to finish what he started.
"And then, sir...and only then, would you unlock me, sir...please, sir... I'm so horny all the time... it's killing me, sir...my girlfriend is going to break up with me because I won't fuck her, and I don't want that to happen...please, sir..please unlock me... I'll do anyth--"
"HehehahaahahahahaOhMyFuckingGod...you sound so fucking pathetic..." James interrupted Jacob's desperate plea by bursting into a fit of uncontrolled laughter, belittling Jacob, and making him feel like less than a man in every way. "I'm sorry, bitch, I don't mean to sound like a total asshole, it's just…you sound like a totally different person, you know. It's just almost impossible to imagine you used to be calling me bitch. That you're the same piece of shit who used to bully and pick on me almost every fucking day in college, not even a year ago. Remember that, bitch?"
"Y-yes, sir…" Jacob had his caged tale in between his legs. He felt there was nothing he could say to reason with James.
"Yeah, I remember too, bitch. I remember it so fucking clearly. Not a day goes by when I don't think about how you used to treat me. I remember how sometimes you would grab me by my hair and drag me to the college bathroom. I remember how you and your buddies used to circle me, laugh at me and call me cruel, hurtful names while you forced me to slurp and slobber on your pulsing pricks. You and your buds even used to snap a few pics and vids of your boy spunk gushing down my face while another bitch boy skullfucked me. You were a complete cunt to me back then, weren't you bitch?"
"Y-yes...yes, sir..."
Do I deserve this? Is this what I get for being a jerk? Is this karma's sick, fucked up way of catching up to me?
Jacob already knew that this was bullshit. No boy deserves this, but he couldn't help but blame himself. James knew how to get under his skin. How to mess with the straight boy. He seamlessly painted the picture that Jacob was the one to blame.
"You made it quite clear, bitch, that I needed to tame you, control you, correct you, so that's exactly what I did. For an aggressive skullfucker, you were certainly quite the talker. You told me so many things, like how I had one of the most fuckable mouth cunts going, how your girlfriend seemed almost sloppy in comparison and that she's in desperate need of some cocksucking tips. Hehe...guess you didn't expect that I'd be recording our private sessions, huh, bitch?"
"N-no, sir." If only he did, then this whole nightmare would never have happened.
"It's hilarious how, given the right incentive, a straight boy will make himself do things he'd thought he'd never, ever do. So, for example, a video of one being recorded, taking smack about his girlfriend while a hungry faggot skilfully sucks him off might convince him to lick and lap said faggots boots. Then, after that's been recorded, he might be persuaded to say, I don't know, take a selfie of him playing with his nipples. Perhaps then he might let his favourite gay shave him smooth, rob him of his man fur, and maybe, just maybe, he might be inclined to record himself getting his first taste of cock meat. Can you imagine that, bitch? Can you fucking imagine that?"
"Y-yes, sir." Jacob could. He fucking could. James's dick was stuffed down his throat whenever he closed his eyes, and those degrading videos were playing on repeat on full blast in the background. But he would endure those demeaning tasks a million times over if it meant he could pop a big, fat boner one more time.
"Hehe...yeah, I know you do. What would your girlfriend do if she could see you now?"
"..." Jacob just looked to the floor like a naughty schoolboy.
"I asked you a question, bitch. Answer," James ordered. His voice was stiff and impatient, sounding as if he was one of those calm and collected sociopaths but was about to act on his murderous intents. "What would she do if she found out that her manly, macho boyfriend sucks cocks far better than she ever could?"
"Sir...she'd think I was pathetic, sir...a loser...she'd dump my ass in a heartbeat...my life would be ruined, sir..." more words Jacob had no choice but to say. More power he was giving James.
"You know bitch. I don't think you're too far off. She probably would think you're pathetic, and she'd be right. It's like I always tell you, bitch: you've only got yourself to blame. You wanna know your problem, bitch? You think too much with that thing in between your legs. Why else do you think I crammed that dick in a cage the first chance I got? I was doing it to help you, hoping that without a cock to worry about, you wouldn't be such a pathetic loser and make such stupid decisions. You should be thanking me. So...you know...thank me, bitch..."
For a moment, Jacob didn't think he could go through with it. How could you thank the psycho who robbed you of your manhood and sound sincere? Yes, it was true James did, very occasionally, unlock Jacob's denied, throbbing cock and permit him to have one or two 'free' orgasms. But not only were they very few and far between and never lasted for more than an hour, but they'd also always end with Jacob sinking to his knees, exposing his denuded crotch and forced to beg to be locked in his cage once again. How could anyone be thankful for that? But it didn't matter if he was or wasn't. He had to try.
"T-th-thank...thank you...s-sir..." Jacob finally forced himself to say.
"You're welcome, bitch. See? It's already paying off. There's no way in hell you'd ever be so respectful if I just left you with your buds. You're learning. Good job, bitch."
"Thank you, sir...does that mean you're going to unlock me, sir?" Only that would make all this shameful humiliation somewhat worthwhile."
"No' James said plainly.
That one word may as well have been earth-shattering. It was like a dark, bleak thundercloud flew over Jacob, shrouding him in black-and-white misery. All colour just drained from the straight boy's body, all at once.
"While I appreciate your respect and obedience, I'm not just going to give in to every little demand just because you beg for it. Although..." James paused and dove into a deep train of thought before curling his lips into a vague, mysterious smile. "I suppose you have been a good bitch lately. So instead, we're going to play a little game."
"A-a game, sir?" Jacob said in confusion and a little sense of weariness.
"Well, it's not really a game, more like a test. I'm going to test your loyalty and devotion towards me. After the test, I'll see if you're a bitch worth trusting.
It all sounded ominous and even slightly dangerous, but Jacob brushed all his worries when he saw James produce a small, shiny steel key from his pocket and place it on his desk. In an instant, the colour rushed and returned to his eyes. He felt a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long, long time: hope. But, none of it made sense. James had only just said that he had no intention of unlocking Jacob, so why the key? Was it to further torture the boy, to give him false hope or did James have something far more sinister in mind?
"That caught your eye, did it, bitch? Good because that key plays a vital role in the test."
What happened next made Jacob's heart stop almost entirely. How he didn't lose consciousness was a goddamn miracle.
James unlocked a nearby drawer, guarded by a high-security padlock, to reach out and produce a large metal industrial tweezer, which he placed on the desk next to the tiny key. He giggled like a young girl having a pillow fight with her bestie.
"Ok, bitch. You see the key and tweezers, yeah? Great. The test is real simple. I want you to take them both. First, I want you to feel how close you are to freedom, to being a man, to get back everything this pathetic faggot. Then once you feel all that, and only then, I want you to lunge at them with the tweezers and snap them in half. That's all you gotta do, I promise." James said what he said so calmly, so simply, as if he was only teaching a pup to sit.
"W-wa-wait..? Wh-what..???" He refused to acknowledge what he had just heard. Those words, in that order, were fucked up but on a whole different level. He thought he was going insane. He almost wished he was.
"Did I stutter, bitch? Grab your keys and snap them in half. Do that, and I'll know I can trust you."
Trust?! How the fuck is any of this about trust? He has taken everything from me. He has made me do things no straight boy should ever have to do. And now he, what...wants me to prove myself...my loyalty??? Fuck, fuck, fuck...why is he making me do this? Wasn't sucking his cock enough?
Jacob felt like he was simultaneously suffering from a headache, panic attack, and mental shutdown. The way forward was helplessly unclear. No choice was easy. No road was safe. Whatever Jacob did next, he'd still be in the hands of that sinister psycho.
"H-how can I trust you? W-what if that's the only key? H-how do I know..?" Even though that sounded inhumanly evil, Jacob wouldn't put anything past James at this point.
"You don't," James carelessly shrugged. "But that's the point. I could have a spare key. I could have multiple. See that leather box under my bed? There could be a shiny key in there just waiting for you. Then again, you could be right, that could be the only key, and it would turn me on...so...fucking...much to watch you break it. You don't know, and that's how it should be. You seem to have forgotten your place, so allow me to remind you. I own you, not the other way around. Ever since I locked that cock and you became my bitch, you lost your right to know. I tell you what to say, what to do, what to think and...yes...if and when you get unlocked from chastity. So shut the fuck up, bitch! You're only going to make things worse for yourself."
Jacob really didn't have a say. How could you possibly argue with a madman? The thought of defying, running and crying did immediately cross his mind, but James had far too much on him for there not to be severe repercussions for doing so. Jacob's body shivered with nervousness, and anxiety overwhelmed him, yet he somehow managed to lick up the shiny key and the stainless steel tweezer and hug them close to his chest...but that was all he could do. Jacob was paralysed. Like every muscle he possessed had shut down. He didn't know if he could do this. He knew he had no choice, but the thought of his aching denied member trapped in this laughably small cage permanently made beads of sweat drip down his chin.
"Struggling, bitch?" James tauntingly chimed. "Having trouble deciding what the correct choice is? That is understandable, I guess. I suppose it is a pretty hard one. Though, if you ask me, the answer should be pretty obvious. Perhaps I haven't given you the right incentive. Here, let me change that."
In a frantic rush, James jumped on his bed to click a singular button on his idle resting laptop. Loud, exaggerated, pleasurable, lustful moans bellowed from the device, along with frantic, wet-sounding sucks and slurps. Jacob knew who was proudly grunting and making those moans the moment he heard them. And it was confirmed when James turned the laptop around so Jacob could see the video of himself, gurgling and desperately gagging for air as James mercilessly thrusted his cock back and forth in Jacob's mouth cunt.
"Uuurrnnn...nnaarrrggghhh..." James's blissful moans and grunts echoed from the video as he facefucked Jacob without a shed of remorse on his straining face. "Ffuuucckk...you like that, huh bitch? You like having my big, fat dick in your mouth? Yeah, you do. You're nothing but a cock-hungry bitch boy.
"Fuck, this one has to be one of the hottest videos we've done together," said the actual James. The video-playing laptop was resting on his lap, his throbbing, tenting boner stirring underneath. "I don't even need to watch it all. I remember, clear as day, how O came like a geyser and rope after rope off my creamy jizz hung from your chin. It was best.
"..." Jacob could say nothing of substance. James's moans and groans, followed by his constant chokes, banged in his ears.
"Don't worry, bitch. I know you love them just as much as I do. Good thing, too, because I have tons of videos saved, not to mention quite a few closeups of your cum-covered face and, of course, your hairless cock caged cock. I know the videos and pics are ours and ours alone, but sometimes I wonder how cool it would be if everyone knew your truth. Maybe it's time we show your bitch-boy buddies what you really are. What do you think, bitch?
"N-no...nooo...please, sir...please don't..." Jacob said as fast as he could. To him, having those videos become public knowledge was a fate worse than death.
"Well, well, it appears we've found our incentive. So allow me to rephrase my order: snap your cock cage key in half right now, bitch, or I'll make sure everyone sees that video. I'll ensure that not even your mother can look at you the same way."
The pressure was indeed on, and it almost crushed Jacob entirely. It felt like every second he wasted staring in immense horror at his tiny cock cage key, then the deadly tweezers, the more fucked he truly was. This was the first time he had ever been so insanely close to freedom, and now he was expected to destroy his chances just like that? How could anyone be expected to do that to themselves?
As much as James enjoyed torturing his bitch, forcing the straight boy to make such a horrible decision, he wanted an answer, and he wanted one now. So to speed the process along, he reached to grab his phone and opened up a message.
"I'm waiting, bitch, and I'm getting kinda impatient. If you keep me waiting much longer, I might have to send this," James added more fuel to the already blazing when he turned his phone to show Jacob a draft text on his screen. It was to Jacob's girlfriend. The message had no text, but attached to it was a video of him down on his knees, his eyes slammed shut while slurping and sucking away on James's fat cock, and a picture of his bare, smooth, naked body. All naked, except for his glistening chastity cage right where his dick should be. "One tap is all it would take for me to show your baby girl what a pathetic little bitch you really are. So quit wasting my time and make a fucking decision already. Prove your loyalty or feel my wrath."
Jacob was out of time. He had to make one. And even though both were soul-crushing, both were humiliating and twisted, and both were unquestionably beyond messed up, he immediately came up with an answer. His reputation meant everything to Jacob, and he couldn't allow himself to ruin or tarnish it in any way, even if it meant doing the unthinkable and taking a tremendous risk.
There's no way that can be the only key. He can't be that disturbed, right? RIGHT?!
It was too late to question, to have second thoughts. James's thumb was hovering over the send button on his phone, indicating that it was now or never. Jacob held the key up to his crotch as tightly as he could until it felt like it would pierce into his flesh, his free hand approaching, wielding the tweezers. His vision was as unsteady as his grip. Big drops of sweat dripped from his mop of hair. He felt like he was going to puke...
Until...
Until...
*Snap* went the key, and the useless metal shards fell to the floor while James roared like a lion as his cock shot his gooey, creamy pellets of spunk down Jacob's throat on the laptop video.
"Good answer, bitch."
James let out a smile and a giggle as he watched Jacob look down at his broken cock cage key and start tearing up and panting in utter disbelief. He had no idea if that was the only key, if he had made the right choice or if he had just destroyed his chances of becoming a man again. Jacob had no idea. He was in the dark, and that's precisely where James wanted him. Horny. Dumb. Mindless.
James will inform his bitch if that was, in fact, the only key at some point, but right now, there were far more pressing matters to deal with. James had a cock like a pillar that demanded the attention of a straight boy's mouth. After all, the bitch did beg for it.