By Cutieboy90

“Hmm…” Tyler mused as he inspected Stefan’s latest project, a 1/72 Airfix Spitfire. “Not bad, Stef.” He pulled out a pair of magnifiers and a small flashlight.

Stefan bit his lip in nervous anticipation. He knew he’d done it, but he still needed to hear it. He reached down and fondled the lock of his chastity cage. His balls ached. “Not much longer, guys…” Stefan thought to himself. He quietly watched as Tyler finished his inspection.

“Good job.” Tyler smiled. “I think… You’ve got a winner!”

Stefan beamed, his chest swelled with pride and relief. He looked down at his Spitfire. He’d have to make space for it on the shelf, but for now…

Tyler placed his arm around Stefan’s shoulders, gently caressing his pecs. Stefan moaned as his cock tried to harden in its tight steel cage.

“So…” Tyler’s lips brushed Stefan’s ear. “I bet Stefan Jr. is ready for some fun after a month locked away, huh?”

A shiver shot down Stefan’s spine. He reached for Tyler’s waist, squeezing his firm bubble butt.

“Oh yes… He’s very ready…” Stefan’s voice shimmered with lust. He was so ready to cum!

“Come on then,” Tyler nuzzled Stefan’s cheek. He took Stefan’s hands and led him back to Stefan’s room. Stefan eagerly stripped his clothes off and lay back on his bed with his hands behind his head and his legs spread wide.

Tyler reached under the bed and grabbed the leather cuffs attached to the headboard. He secured Stefan in a spreadeagle, letting his fingers brush Stefan’s skin. Stefan Jr. was bulging through the bars of its cage, leaking desperately.

Stefan was panting and his body trembled lightly. He involuntarily pulled at his restraints.

And then he saw it… The silvery glint in Tyler’s hand. The key!

Click. Clank!

The padlock opened. The cage lifted away. Stefan’s cock immediately jumped to its full seven-inch length, throbbing and hard as a rock.

“Ahhhh…!” Stefan’s eyes rolled back. The air caressed his hot thickness for the first time in four weeks, its cooling sensation almost made him shoot.

Tyler’s warm, soft hand closed around Stefan’s thick boner. He slowly stroked down from the tip and then back up.

“Ohh.. Ohhh hoh ho…” Stefan’s toes curled. He bit his lip. “Ohhhh. T-ty-!”

A pressurized jet of cum shot up Stefan’s chest, followed shortly by several thick blasts that splattered over his smooth stomach.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Stefan slumped back. Tyler eased up on his stroking, gently milking the last drops from Stefan. He let the still-hard cock fall against Stefan’s body and took the cage away to clean it.

Tyler returned a few minutes later to find Stefan in a heavy afterglow, he was practically asleep.

“Quick shot. As usual…” Tyler cooed. He reached down and removed the ring from around Stefan’s nuts. “Didn’t even get the cock ring off.”

“Sorry…” Stefan replied slowly, his eyes still closed. “I… I can’t help it.”

“Shhhh,” Tyler kissed Stefan’s plump cherry-red lips. “Shh, it’s alright sweetie. You earned it.”

“Hmmm,” Stefan returned the kiss. “Next time… I…”

“Hush now,” Tyler petted Stefan’s chest. “Rest.”

Tyler waited for Stefan to fall asleep. He smiled as he wiped up the big sticky mess Stefan had made on himself.

Stefan woke up some time later, just as Tyler was relocking the cage over his dick.

“Wha-? Already?” Stefan asked, blinking blearily.

“Yes.” Tyler replied matter-of-factly. “I have another project ready for you. I was going to give it to you after the contest in two weeks, but I have a feeling you’ll be wanting to get a start on it. The sooner the better.” He unfastened the restraints holding Stefan to the bed. “I’ve already got it on your workbench.”

“O-oh?” Stefan quickly pulled on a t-shirt and some sweatpants and followed his friend back to his work area. Twinges of excited anticipation pulsed through him. Tyler didn’t usually pick his next subject for him, what on earth could it be?

He rounded the corner and felt his stomach drop.

There sitting on his bench in all its glory was the Minicraft 1/350 scale RMS Titanic. The glossy shrink-wrapped box took up over half the surface of his desk.

Stefan was speechless.

Tyler stepped up with a thick manilla envelope, and carefully spread its contents in a fan next to the mammoth box. Nine sheets of photoetched brass detail sets: railings, vent grills, skylights, window frames, cranes, benches, ratlines, handrails, just about everything!

“Same deal as always,” Tyler continued. “You stay locked until you finish the model. How long that is, is entirely up to you. I think a reasonable goal would be to have this ready for the next annual contest.”

Stefan gawked.

“B-but… This thing is HUGE!”

“That’s what he said…”

“And I haven’t done anything this… Fiddly.” Stefan picked up one of the many sheets of photoetched brass. It had several railings and spindly ladders. He could feel his balls already aching in anticipation of being pent up for a long time.

Tyler patted his back.

“You can do it,” he smiled encouragingly. “So I’ll let you get started, and see you next weekend!” He kissed Stefan’s cheek and showed himself out.

Stefan sat down at his work bench, wide-eyed as he began the daunting task of starting the titanic project of the 1/350 scale Titanic. The shrinkwrap fell away, and the illustrated box cover was lifted off.

Everything about this model was big. The deck pieces, the hull, even the “small” pieces were large compared to the fine pieces of the aircraft Stefan was used to working on.

“This thing is 30 inches long and has over 400 pieces!” Stefan exclaimed to himself. “Plus the brass detail sets!” This model was going to take some serious time. His cock pressed against the tight cage, fighting the bars like a trapped animal. Stefan reached down and caressed his desperate junk for a moment as he read through the instruction booklet to plan his process.

“Alright, first things first I guess…” Stefan filled the sink with soapy water and carefully washed the plastic pieces. Several of the decks were warped, so Stefan went ahead and gave those pieces a soak in hot water. This would soften the plastic so he could straighten them out using weights. The enormous hull was molded as one piece; it didn’t fit in the sink! Stefan had to wash one half first and then turn it around and wash the second half.

Physically handling the pieces of a kit allowed Stefan to mentally plan ahead what he needed to do. As he visually inspected the sprues, he could already tell he would have to fill, sand, and file a lot to get proper fits.

Stefan made sure to rinse everything well, and he set the various pieces out to dry. Now he turned his attention back to the instruction booklet. The first several pages were the usual summaries of the subject, basic modeling tips, an inventory of all the pieces, several callouts for which pieces could be replaced with photoetched parts, and a paint list. Following that, the first steps of assembly. First was to build the display stand. Stefan mentally crossed that step out; he’d fabricate a nicer display stand out of wood. The next step was to glue the rudder, keels, and propeller supports to the hull. No problem.

Stefan took the hull piece onto the desk, and after locating the other parts, cut them off the sprue. The rudder had two pieces he would need to glue together. First though, Stefan noticed the prominent seams left from the molding process. All kits had this, of course, so Stefan carefully filed the seams away, making sure he didn’t remove any of the molded hull plate detail.

The filing process didn’t take too long with the smaller pieces. Once again, it was the awkwardly large hull that took the most time.

“God this thing is big,” Stefan repeatedly murmured to himself as he worked. “At least it isn’t that horrible soft flimsy plastic they like to use in aircraft kits…”

With the seams and flash taken care of, Stefan went ahead and glued the rudder halves together, and then glued the propeller supports and bilge keels in place on the hull. The glue would be fully dry in a few hours, and Stefan planned to just leave it overnight. For now though, he’d select the paints needed for this project.

All his paints were kept in a metal cabinet. Primarily Stefan liked to use Humbrol enamels, but he did have a few colors from Tamiya and Testors. Eyeballing the many shades arranged in the cabinet, he selected the base colors first; matte white, matte black, matte gray. For the wood decks, the paint guide in the instructions said to use Humbrol 71. Stefan paused, remembering he didn’t like how yellow the color tended to be. No, he’d go with a more subdued tan color like Humbrol 121 instead. The various grays specified were probably going to end up too dark, so Stefan decided he’d use a lighter neutral gray like Humbrol 28 to start. He’d darken it as needed with black, or blueish “sea gray.” Humbrol 62, 103, and 186 would take care of the browns.

“That’ll be good to start,” Stefan nodded to himself. He set up his airbrush and sprayed a few test samples of his chosen base colors. The idea was that he’d later go online and find pictures of other completed models and compare and contrast the colors used.

It was dark outside when Stefan finished his paint samples. He stretched and patted his caged cock. He was horny, and wished Tyler had at least let him cum one more time before locking him back up for… However many more months it would take to finish the Titanic. Stefan groaned at the trapped, denied load boiling in his balls.

“Hmmff…” He bit his lip, willing himself to calm down. Surely it wouldn’t be too bad. The annual contest was two weeks away, and if his Spitfire won, Stefan could get a blowjob. Yes, that was his prize for winning. Tyler would suck it. Stefan grinned to himself. “Yeah, Tyler. Suck it…”

The following weekend, Stefan got the hull primed and painted. Tyler stopped by to check up on his progress, and they spent some time in Tyler’s woodshop. Stefan made an attractive oak stand for his Titanic to eventually be displayed upon. He didn’t make much more progress on the model, as he and Tyler went for burgers afterward.

“I’ll pick you up at 9 on Saturday morning,” Tyler called from his SUV when he dropped Stefan off. “We’ll head to the contest together. Good luck!”

Stefan’s Spitfire won the local contest the following weekend, which meant he’d earned a blowjob. Back at Stefan’s place, he and Tyler placed the model on the shelf with its blue ribbon mounted on the wall behind it.

“Good job, buddy,” Tyler clapped Stefan on the back. “I had a feeling you had another winner.”

“Thanks, well I had good motivation…” Stefan glanced down at his own crotch, where the outline of his caged member was visible against his sweatpants.

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Tyler feigned forgetfulness. “Winning the contest gets you a blowjob, doesn’t it…”

Stefan nodded eagerly, both heads wanting the promised reward of relief.

“But since you’re still working on the Titanic, and are therefore still locked… I guess that means you’ll have to give ME a blowjob!” Tyler smirked as he sat down in his chair, unzipped his jeans and whipped his big dick out without much ceremony.

Stefan groaned. So much for getting any relief. His cock strained in protest. He wanted to argue, to stand up for his rights. But he knew Tyler wouldn’t have it.

“Come on, it’s not going to suck itself,” Tyler teased, sensing Stefan’s hesitation. Stefan knelt and took Tyler’s thick head into his mouth, getting it good and wet. He tongued at the tip, coaxing the pre out in sweet little bursts.

“Yeah that’s right… Nice and slow, just the way I like it.” Tyler moaned happily. Stefan was only half-listening; he had to focus on keeping his gag reflex in check. Tyler’s cock was so thick, Stefan had to be very mindful of his teeth even with his jaw fully open.

Stefan bobbed his way down Tyler’s shaft, gradually taking it deeper down his throat.

He knew Tyler liked to be edged, the slower and longer the better. He placed his hands on Tyler’s thick muscular thighs, lightly squeezing the muscles as he focussed on the big dick stretching his throat.

Tyler was content to sit back in the chair and let Stefan do all the work. They’d been doing this long enough to know how they both liked it, so Tyler relaxed and listened to the slurps and occasional gurgling as Stefan edged him several times. His throat was warm and tight, way better than any fleshlight or toy could ever be. The only thing in the world better than fucking Stefan’s mouth and throat would be fucking Stefan’s ass…

“Mmmmm, fuck…” Tyler gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. “Yeah…” He peeked through his eyelashes at Stefan’s face, his eyes were squeezed shut as he fought off lockjaw and gagging. Struggling to breathe around the big intruder shoved past his tongue.

Tyler tapped his toe lightly against Stefan’s cage, firmly caressing his nuts. He could tell they were swollen, tender, and angrily backed up… Stefan really was a stud.

Looking over the desk at Stefan’s project in its early stages, Tyler couldn’t help but grin sadistically. Making him build the Titanic was genius. It would keep sexy Stefan locked and needy for the better part of a year, at least. He’d be so horny, maybe he’d even let Tyler fuck him.

“All mine…” Tyler’s breathless whisper fell on deaf ears. Stefan was making a real mess, drool and pre running down his chin, tears running down his cheeks. He sucked harder, increasingly wanting to bring Tyler off so this blowjob could be over. Tyler’s cock was so big, but it felt bigger all of a sudden. Tyler was close to the edge…

Stefan took a gulp of air and plunged Tyler’s dick down his throat as deep as he could, pressing his chin firmly against Tyler’s nuts as if hoping to squeeze the load out of them.

“Fuck…!” Tyler was immediately shoved over the edge by this surprise motion. He felt himself firing his load violently down Stefan’s throat. He grabbed Stefan’s head, and eased out a little so Stefan could taste the load he’d worked so hard to suck out.

“Fuck… Yeah…” Tyler panted. He held Stefan’s head, caressing his face and massaging his jaw. “That was… Very nice, boy.”

Tyler grabbed a paper towel off the workbench to clean up the slobbery mess Stefan had left on himself, the chair, and the floor. Poor Stefan had drooled down his chin, neck, and his chest was soaked. He pulled himself to his feet.

“Easy there,” Tyler supported him. “Come on, you wanna cuddle for a bit, champ?”

Stefan shook his head, holding his jaw.

“I… Just wanna take a shower,” Stefan managed to croak out. “If that’s, you know… Okay…”

“You got it.” Tyler gave his friend a hug. “I’ll see you next week then.”

Stefan nodded and watched Tyler leave. He immediately took off his clothes and jumped in for a relaxing hot shower. Stefan gripped the base of his cage, squeezing himself in a desperate attempt to get himself off.

“Fuck you, Tyler,” Stefan muttered, his low voice echoing in the tiled room. “That was supposed to be my blowjob. For me.” He caressed his balls absent-mindedly. “I just want…” His thoughts trailed off, floating away with the steam from the shower. He could wait. He’d win the next annual contest, beat Tyler, and then lock Tyler up. Make him build a crazy difficult model, see how he liked that.

Stefan purred into the water. Yes, that was his plan. He’d show Tyler… And fuck a big, pent-up load right up his ass.

To be continued ….

Note: This is a repost of a story by Cutieboy90, and it is being posted again now with his permission.

This story also appears on the LockedMEN site.