By Sorbus

My car idled, motor humming ever so slightly. The solid gate stood before me, not yet open. 4:42. Three minutes remaining. Cell signal wasn’t strong enough to send a text, not that I would have done it anyway. I was pretty sure it was rule number 2 or 3, maybe 4?, of being a ‘boy’- it’s Sir’s time that matters. I’d been sitting there for about 10 minutes, actually. Thankfully traffic had been minimal, because most of the weekend glampers hadn’t gotten off work yet, to clog the highway with their RVs and trailers.

My fingers tapped along to the beat of the music, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel. I look over to the passenger seat, for about the 20th time. Yep, my overnight bag was still there. I’m not sure I was surprised or not, that he’d told me to only bring one change of clothes- for Monday morning when he ‘released me’ back into the world that would be carrying on while we. . . did whatever he had planned. And there had been plenty of dropped hints about all the things he’d had planned!

My mind reviewed this past week, and I shook my head slightly at everything that had happened. It had been Tuesday morning when I’d nervously stood in line at the post office, clutching the envelope that contained the ‘agreement’ and the keys to my cage. The postal worker had become irritated, and slightly suspicious when I asked a flood of questions. When would it arrive? What kind of guarantee was there? How would I know when it actually went out for delivery? Was insurance really worth it? I stopped just short of asking if I could give it directly to the mail carrier, because I was certain that would have flagged security. . .

Gotta give credit where it’s due, the postal service definitely lived up to their claim about nothing stopping the US Mail. Yeah, overnight was definitely worth the cost!  Much to my relief, Sir had texted me the following afternoon to confirm he’d received it. He’d also messaged that he approved of what I had written on those papers and we would discuss it, and finalize it, Friday evening. A very detailed list of what I should do until then followed not long behind. It included sending regular cage checks, sending daily videos of me using a dildo to start ‘loosening up’, and using an enema Friday morning before plugging myself.

And now, here I was! The mechanical motor noise of the driveway gate sliding open brought me back to reality. I couldn’t stop the reflex swallow, which didn’t really do much to stop the butterflies in my stomach, as I put the car back into gear. I let it roll forward at idling speed, then swallowed again as the gate automatically closed behind me. I gripped the car door with knuckles not-quite-white and I took a deep breath as I got out. The rich smell of pine and spruce hit my nose, and I inhaled even more deeply. It was a calming sensation, the omnipresent scent of the forest. The sound of the birds was as well, but the rumble of the garage door opening blocked most of that out. I blinked twice, as my eyes automatically drifted over to the ornate wooden door at the front. Of course not, of course I would NOT be entering his house like a guest or something. I ducked down, reaching back inside my car to grab my bag. I closed the door behind me, but didn’t bother locking it. Why would I?

Shouldering the bag, I then walked over to where he was waiting. He stood there, leaning against the wall of the garage. And yes, yes he was still wearing his gray game warden shirt and those dark green canvas pants. I bit my lip, trying to contain the multitude of emotions inside me. Nervousness, anticipation, excitement, arousal. . . yep, there they all were!

His hands clapped down on my shoulders. “Stop overthinking, boy.” He was grinning at me, but that didn’t really help much! He took a step backwards and a moment later raised an eyebrow at me.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, sorry Sir.” I shook my head, grimacing as I quickly dropped my bag. I couldn’t believe I was messing up his directions already! I quickly removed my shirt, knocking my hat off my head. I folded the shirt with slightly shaking hands and then stuffed it inside my cowboy hat. I nearly fell over as I bent down to pull off my boots. Shaking my head again, I decided to kneel down. That would be much better, yeah. . .

“Boy, you’re all sorts of nerves, aren’t you?” Sir’s voice came from above me, and I looked up, unable to stop the blush. “Maybe this will help steady you. Consider this a trial, mind you. But let’s check it for fit.”

The collar wrapping around my throat caused me to make a sound of surprise, but his fingers pressing against my neck made it change it to a moan of pleasure. I kept my head bowed, as he buckled it closed. His fingers then ran along the edges, lightly touching my esophagus to make sure it wasn’t too tight. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed that I didn’t hear or feel a lock clicking to make it so I couldn’t remove it.

“A perfect fit, boy,” he said as he used a finger to press against the underside of my chin. I raised my head in response, feeling the collar press against my Adam’s apple. My eyes met his for just a moment, before they lowered back down to look at his feet. “You were made for this, weren’t you boy?”

“Sir, yes, uh, Sir.” My voice came out a little unsteady, so I swallowed and tried again. “Sir, yes, Sir! Thank you Sir. . . I, uhm, I hope that I will prove myself worthy to wear your collar Sir. I acknowledge and appreciate the effort you are doing, on my behalf, and for my benefit. I will strive. . . to, to prove myself worthy of your time and efforts.”

“Did you have that speech prepared, or was it spontaneous?” His voice was clearly pleased, and I gladly closed my lips around the thumb that pressed between them. “Oh yes, you’ll do nicely. Now, hurry up and finish stripping. Your clothes will go into this bag, along with the one you brought. After you’ve locked it, you’ll bring it and the key to me. I’ll be in the living room.”

He set a small carry-on sized suitcase next to me and then stepped away. But unlike regular luggage, this didn’t have that tiny little padlock. A short chain was there, along with a regular sized lock. The key was there, waiting to be used. I watched him walk away, watched him hit a button on the wall before he passed through and closed the door behind him. The sound of the garage door closing, activated by that button, made me jump in surprise. I hurriedly removed my boots then yanked my Wranglers off. I shoved it all inside the suitcase and then with fumbling fingers, managed to get the padlock closed.

The sound of my bare feet on the cold concrete made an interesting noise as I hurriedly went to the door. I paused, taking another deep breath, before I opened that door. Closing it silently behind me, I then made my way down the hallway. Naked except for that rather soggy thong, I entered the living room, and found him sitting comfortably in an overside leather recliner.

He nodded in approval, and then spread his legs slightly. I immediately knelt there, setting the small suitcase off to the side. I placed the key into in his waiting palm and then rested on my heels. I was very grateful that the bruises from his paddling had finally healed, because I had a feeling my ass was going to be used, used a great deal, by the time this weekend was over.

“Good boy,” he said as he set the key off to the side, almost negligently, before turning on the TV. With the same casualness he’d treated the key, he opened his green work pants, folding the fly opening out of the way.

He was already half hard, which was significantly larger than my caged and now-straining cocklet would ever be again! I licked my lips as he pulled himself out the fly of his form fitting boxer briefs, but I waited until his hand reached out, cupping the back of my head, and pulled ever so slightly.

Leaning forward, I opened my mouth as wide as I could. I realized, just then, that I really should have been practicing with my mouth too! I’m sure I could have found a dick shaped dildo, approximately his size, at the adult store that sat a block away from campus. Well, now I knew what I’d be buying on Monday! I wondered how Sir would feel if I bought one of those “clone your willy” molding kits. That would be loads of fun!

Soon, however, those thoughts were pushed aside as his increasing girth pushed its way into my mouth. I was especially careful of my teeth and soon I had established a solid rhythm- head bobbing up and down quickly, pausing for a second to throw in some swirling tongue action around his glans, dropping back down as far as I could go, holding it for a breath. . . and then repeating it all again.

“Looks like you’re both a natural Boy and a natural cocksucker,” he said with a sigh of pleasure. “Of course, I’m not sure it’s possible to be one without the other.”

His rumbling chuckle inspired me to add a humming noise as I did it, and he sharp inhaled breath made me smile.

“Oh, good Boy. You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” His fingers tightened their grip on the back of my head and I did it again. “Now this is exactly how a Friday afternoon should go! After checking fishing licenses and writing a few fines for the out-of-staters who claimed they didn’t know they needed one. . . you’re all sorts of stress relief. Keep going. Yes, just like that. Now, add a little suction with your cheeks when you pull up. Yeah, Boy, keep doing that. . . ”

I became lost in the sounds of pleasure and the words of his direction, as he gave immediate feedback on my performance. I adapted my technique with each statement he gave, and I could definitely feel myself improving with each piston-ing motion.

It was clear that I was improving, based on how his breathing changed and altered. . . and how his body responded. It was the moment I felt his balls, which touched my chin every time I pressed down, begin to contract, that I knew I was about to get my reward. He didn’t need to tell me, because I was already doing it, working to bring him over the edge. An increased pace, pressing deeper and deeper each time, and then he was exploding. Yeah, I could see why I was the locked one here. He shot more manjuice into my mouth in those spurts than I could have produced in an entire week! I felt like I had been teleported inside a porno!

And yeah, I might have developed a thing for uniformed guys on those porn platforms. Not that they really did me any good, but there wasn’t any harm in watching one while I rode my dildo, right? I mean, I still had SOME needs!

I swallowed like mad, trying to get it all down my throat as he filled my mouth. As my esophagus made its frantic movements, I was grateful that this time he hadn’t tried to get the head of his sizeable shaft into the back of my throat. But we were also at his home, and not inside my grad office. So if there was a mess, it wouldn’t be nearly as big of a deal. But, I also figured it wouldn’t look good on my part if we made a mess, so I certainly gave it the old college try!

“Boy, stop overthinking.” He tapped me on the head twice, his voice carrying a post-orgasm relaxation and bemused tone. “I’m pretty sure you’ve drained me as dry as you’re going too. And I’m pretty sure you’ve spit polished me clean.”

I pulled back, looking sheepishly up at him. And then I blushed again, because his eyes once again had that predatory look, like a wolf. I was so turned on by this hot rugged guy sitting in front of me.

“Shower time,” he said with a grin, his lips curling up with that predatory hunger. “Get up and follow me.”

He towered over me for a moment as I waited for him to step past me, before I scrambled to my feet. I was surprised when he had me follow him into his bedroom, into the master suite. But that surprise changed to something completely different when he opened the shower door. I hadn’t actually seen it before, when he’d given me the tour. I was in no way prepared to see a shower big enough to fit at least 4 people, with shower heads pointing in just about every direction.

“Yeah, I know if my well ever runs dry, it was because of this bad boy,” he said with certain amount unabashed pride. He turned on the water to get it hot and then began stripping. He looked at me at raised an eyebrow as he tossed his shirt into the open hamper. “Unless you want that thong to be completely soaked, you’d best take it off, Boy.”

I practically yanked it off but then stood there holding it uncertainly. He simply snorted at rolled his eyes, pointing at the hamper. Then removed the leather collar from around my neck, clamped one hand on my shoulder, and guided me in. And then I saw them. What I had thought were additional shower heads were something very, very different. Shackles. He had wrist shackles hanging in his shower!

I raised my arms, a little uncertainly, but his grin and nod made it clear I had done well. He closed the chrome covered shackles around each of my wrists, grinning wider at the audible click of the internal lock.

“There you are, my helpless Boy,” he said as he watched the water cascade over me. Of course it was getting him too, but he could step off to the side so it wouldn’t pour down his face. “I did think about adding ankle manacles, but I wasn’t convinced they would dry properly. And these wrist cuffs have proven to be more than adequate.”

“Yes Sir,” I said as I tilted my head, shaking it slightly to get the water out of my face. I blinked a couple of times and watched as he lathered up a large loofa.

“Don’t worry, Boy. You can wash me in the morning.” He grinned as he then took a scoop of the foamy body wash and tapped my nose. Sir had an unexpected playful side to him! He took turns washing our upper bodies, in a way that was anything but playfully innocent. His motions were erotic, the way he slid the loofa over his body and over mine. Sliding oh so slowly, down into places that I wasn’t sure loofas were designed to go.

And then he was reaching behind me, one hand fingering the base of the plug.

“Let’s see how good of a job this plug,” he murmured as he started to tug it out. My hiss turned into a whimper as he pushed it back in. Oh yes, he definitely had a playful side and it wasn’t innocent fun! He must have spent at least 5 minutes teasing and taunting me. During most of that time he’d pull it out about halfway, drizzling some bath oil around it before letting it slide back in. Over and over, before he started pulling it out just a little bit farther each time. Just a little more, just a little more, and then it came completely free. I swear, if I hadn’t been caged, I would have cum right then and there!

And then? Then I realized what that bath oil had been for. And I was glad for all of that now-realized prep that he’d been doing.

“I promise I’ll go slow. This time, Boy.” His mouth was at my ear, nibbling at my earlobe, as I felt him press against me. As I felt him begin the inevitable push, the inevitable tunneling that would claim my body as his. Would claim me as his.

If that’s what he considered slow. . . I cringed at the thought of what he’d consider fast! But, considering the sounds I heard myself making, I wasn’t going to complain.

“Looks like my Boy is a bit of a noise maker.” Sir’s 5 o’clock shadow scratched on the side of my neck, as he continued to mouth at my ear. I was making a non-stop noise now- somewhere between a moan and a mewing, with a touch of whimpering in ecstasy. “Make all the noise you want. It’s not like you’ll bother the neighbors.”

My noise went up an octave, much to his obvious amusement, when he shifted, changing his angle. My hands wrapped themselves around the rust-proof chain that were attached to cuffs, and I pulled myself up on tiptoe. I wasn’t trying to get away from him, but rather wanted that angle he was using to be even better.

I really have no idea how long he pistoned in and out. It could have been 5 minutes, or it could have been 5 hours. All I knew was that I would do just about anything to be able to experience this again. To keep the experience going! I swear, I was straining so hard in my cage I was probably going to bruise myself. it felt like every nerve ending in my entire body was firing simultaneously, over, and over, and over again. Just like he was hitting my prostate- over, and over, and over again!

“Grab those chains tighter Boy,” He growled, as the arm that was wrapped arm tightly around my waist lowered down to my thigh. “Let’s try something. I’m sure you’re going to love it.”

He had to squat down slightly, because of our height differences. But he remedied that when he grabbed me by the backs of my thighs, picking me up! He bent my legs, his biceps flexing as he effortlessly lifted me. I was now curled into a ball, knees pressed against my chest, and he held me against him.

And I was practically screaming, yelling, hollering as he slammed deeply inside me. Gravity was on his side, pulling me down until he was fully buried inside me. Like a sword slamming into its sheath. Yeah, he definitely had a weapon between those muscular legs of his.

“I’m almost there boy,” he grunted, his breathing steady but taking on the slightest edge of tension. He continued to shift his hips, pulling himself back, nearly pulling out of me, before pressing inexorably back in, sinking fully back into me. His muscles tightened with a barely restrained tension, about ready to snap.

Then, a few seconds later and with one final thrust, his hips snapping forward, and that tension broke. I cried out, feeling him shooting inside me, that enormous shaft quivering like a lightning rod that had just been struck.

And, much to my surprise, he wasn’t the only one! My caged organ began to shoot as well, the thick milky substance setting a personal record as it shot and oozed out of the front of my cage. After a few seconds of ecstasy, so overwhelming it was bordering on agony, my head fell backwards. I panted, my breathing out of control as he held me suspended in the air. My arms were like noodles, my fingers to rubbery to hold onto the chain. It was by his strength alone that I was still in the air.

He nuzzled at my neck, and I felt him sucking, obviously intending to leave a VERY visible mark on my skin. I was powerless to stop him, but I wouldn’t have if I could. I was too busy trying to keep my soul inside my body, because I was certain I was dying and about to go to heaven.

But, sadly, good things can’t last forever. . . Eventually he pulled his softening ramrod out, eventually he lowered me down, making sure I was able to stand on my still shaky legs.

And then I felt pressure again. My head lolled slightly, feeling entirely too heavy for my body as I tried to look over my shoulder. I couldn’t see anything, but it was obvious that he was putting the plug back in.

He grinned at me, at the pupil-blown, glazed eye expression, at the goofy grin I had on my face. “This will be staying in until bedtime, Boy.”