By Cutieboy90

Three months…

Three. Whole. Months.

That’s how long Stefan’s poor cock had been locked away for. And he was really feeling it as he sat down at his workbench after a long day. He took a moment to look over his progress so far: the hull was complete, the lower decks had been installed, most of the rest of the subassemblies had been dryfit, sanded, and several pieces had even been primed for painting.

The next step was to begin the superdetail. Nine sheets of thin photoetched brass, containing fine representations of vent grills, ladders, benches, deck chairs, pulleys, ratlines, stairs, window frames, and even the steering wheel. Additionally, there was a kit containing the masts, bells, and a sheet to make the crow’s nest. And at last, a small plastic bag with the ship’s three propellers, each cast in solid brass. Stefan could feel their weight in his palm.

“Well, here we go…” Stefan muttered to himself. He prepared two small tubs, one with a weak vinegar solution, the other with dissolved baking soda and water. Another, larger tub with plain cold water rested on the floor. Several layers of paper towels were laid down as well.

Working with one sheet at a time, Stefan dunked each sheet into the vinegar tub for a couple seconds. Then quickly removed it and dipped it into the baking soda water to neutralize the acid and stop it from eating the brass. Then after another dunk in the plain water, the sheet would be placed on the pile of paper towels and allowed to dry. The process would repeat with each sheet.

Finally, the solid brass pieces would be cleaned in the same manner. These included the masts, jackstaff, and propellers. Now with all the fine brass pieces cleaned and dry, Stefan could prime them.

Stefan switched on his airbrush and gave the brass a quick spray of gray metal primer. Experience told him that this thin layer of primer would be dry in less than an hour. So in the meantime, Stefan would continue filing and fitting the bulkheads of the deck houses.

“These really don’t want to fit flush, do they?” Stefan cursed under his breath. “Oh well, it is a vintage kit. The molds were cut when? Sometime last century… Literally.” He glanced at the instruction booklet. “Yeah. The 1970s. Figures…”

Stefan put the file down and stretched his fingers as he checked the time. Just ten more minutes. After a few neck circles and deep breaths, Stefan reviewed the instruction booklet to confirm his plan going forward.

Step 9 – The “Promenade Deck” assembly. This would consist of gluing two long walls to the deck, and then placing the “Boat Deck” on top like a sandwich. Certain parts of the walls would stick up through the “Boat Deck” to make other walls, which meant the fit had to be near perfect in order to avoid a gap on the top-most deck. Which, as if that wasn’t going to be enough of a challenge on its own, this “Promenade Deck” was the first subassembly to offer potential for the brass detail sets. Every single one of the numerous windows along the walls had corresponding window frames on a sheet. This process alone was going to test Stefan’s modeling skills and patience.

Stefan picked up the thin brass sheet of window frames with a sigh. His nuts throbbed and tried to retract. He held his crotch sympathetically, feeling the deep, desperate ache inside. These tiny little windows were going to be hell.

The “Promenade Deck” walls had already been filed to fit and primed. Stefan had also partially filled in the inside edges of the molded window openings to help facilitate fitting the photoetched window frames. This way, all Stefan had to do was place each window frame onto this lip with a drop of glue, and slide it into place.

The special cyanoacrylate glue used for the brass parts was truly acrid and toxic-smelling. It was fairly viscous and would allow Stefan some time to work before it cured.

Stefan Jr. grew indignantly in his cage, angrily seeking relief from the coming months of denial. His dick was getting to him, even the sharp smell of the CA glue wasn’t deterring its attempts to get hard. Stefan ignored his horniness, snapping on some tight nitrile gloves to begin the tedious process.

He picked up the first window frame with his nylon-tipped tweezers. It was for a simple, square shaped window. Stefan took a couple of practice motions before placing the glue on the window. The window frame went over the lip and Stefan tapped it lightly into place with the side of a needle.

“One down. Only… A million more to go,” Stefan exhaled and picked up the next window frame. Before he knew it, the first portion was complete! And man did it look good. Stefan sat back to admire the result, and though it was only the first section of one side of the wall, Stefan was feeling good enough to start the next little section.

This section had slightly more complex window frames. According to the instructions, this little stretch of wall denoted the location of the iconic grand staircase, where the window frames were a little bigger and rounded at the top.

Stefan found the first of these window frames a little more difficult than the smaller square ones of the previous section. It took a little more prodding with the needle to get the piece lined up on the lip. Still, the longer cure time of the glue gave him plenty of time to fuss.

“Now for the next one…”

The second “Grand Staircase” window took even longer than the first! It was the rounded top that was making it harder to get the edges lined up.

“It’s like lining up a dick… With a hole… Just gotta get the right angle…”

Stefan caught himself grinding his teeth. His head was starting to ache from the concentration. Stefan Jr. throbbed miserably in his cage. The cage, which was feeling heavier and smaller with each passing day.

“One step… At a time.” Stefan spoke to himself as a distraction. “Dab the glue… Place the frame. Now poke it at the corner until… Damn. Try again… A touch more… There.”

Hmmm… Stefan picked up the third window. Maybe he’d try putting this one in differently. He’d hold it by the rounded top, and line up the square base first.

“That might be easier…” He picked up the frame by the top. Placed the glue, and set the window onto the model. It was even more crooked than the first two!

Stefan’s hands trembled as he fiddled with the window frame. It just needed to fit on the plastic lip, and he could straighten it up with the tip of the tweezers before-

“FUCK!”

The tiny brass window frame had been bent in half against the side of the wall, thanks to Stefan’s shaking hands.

“FUCK THIS FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!!”

Stefan slammed the tweezers down and took a deep breath. He blinked away a couple of tears and stood up from his chair, glaring down at the mess of plastic and brass littering his workspace. The giant incomplete hull sitting beyond like a backdrop. Stefan’s fists clamped around the back of the chair. He wanted to smash it. The whole damn thing, and to hell with the consequences. He reached down and adjusted his cage. His balls were tender and swollen to the touch. The steel felt hot through the fabric of his underwear.

“God dammit.” Stefan huffed through his nose. He turned off the lights and stormed out of the workspace to take a cold shower.

Stefan gasped at the blast of cold water on his shoulder. He stepped into the shower and tentatively eased himself under the icy jet, shielding his crotch with his hands. His mind went blank from the shock and his nuts retracted as much as they could. Yet, the horniness stubbornly refused to be quelled. Stefan Jr. continued to throb, the rapidly chilled metal only serving to enhance the sensation of the cage’s tight grip.

“Good riddance, guys…” Stefan muttered as he let the water splash freely against the cage. “This is driving me fucking crazy!” He slapped his hand against the wall, tears of anguish running down his face. Leaning against the wall with the cold water rushing down his back, Stefan’s breath was heavy as his body tensed against the cold. His hands and knees trembled from his horny rage.

“I… I’m too horny to function…” Stefan slid down the wall and sat under the water until he couldn’t feel himself anymore. He shakily turned the tap off and sat in morose silence until he could crawl out of the shower stall.

“I should text Tyler. And tell him I quit.” Stefan thought. “I should. I really really should… Get this damn cage off.”

Stefan toweled himself off and went to his bed. Sitting down heavily, he reached for his phone and texted Tyler. Tyler responded right away.

“Hey bud, let’s talk about this. U don’t wanna quit now.”

“Yeah Tyler I do”

“What happened?”

Stefan began to formulate his reply. An essay of a text mostly about how angry and horny he was. Before he could finish, there was a knock at the door.

“It’s me” Tyler texted.

Stefan threw on a ratty tank top and a pair of athletic shorts and answered the door.

Tyler smiled.

“Alright man, I know you’re horny as hell and it pisses you off.” Tyler said before Stefan could start. “Three months… It’s a long time for you. Show me.”

Wordlessly, Stefan led Tyler into the garage.

“Hmmm… The window frames, huh?”

“The goddamn window frames.” Stefan seethed, still holding his throbbing ballsack.

Tyler inspected the work and flipped through the pages of Stefan’s notes and plans.

He took his time looking at the window frames.

“Wow. These look like a nightmare… But it looks really good. Too good for me to let you quit now.”

“Please Ty, I can’t do this! I can’t even think! And-”

“Hush, oh horny one,” Tyler pulled his friend in for a hug and held him until he calmed down. Tyler guided Stefan back into the bedroom.

“Listen…” Tyler said gently, brushing a tear off Stefan’s cheek. “I know this is hard. I also know that you can do it. Perhaps I made it a bit unfair though. So I’ll tell you what. I’m going to give you something that will help, but you gotta see this through. Deal?”

“What, pray tell, are you going to give me to help?” Stefan asked suspiciously.

“It’s in my car. I’ll go grab it.”

“Oh god…” Stefan ruminated as Tyler stepped out. “It’s going to be another model to distract me with. Please god no. I just want to jerk a couple loads out…”

Tyler returned after a minute. He was holding a box. Stefan’s heart started beating faster again.

“No, Tyler please I-”

Tyler turned the unmarked box over, spilling its contents onto Stefan’s lap.

“I got ya, bro,” Tyler broke the empty box down flat and sat on the bed next to Stefan. “It’s a different kind of kit…”

Stefan rolled his eyes as he took stock of what had been dumped on his lap; a collection of five dildos of increasing size, three butt plugs each larger than his own fist, an enema bag, and a giant bottle of lube.

“Butt stuff!? You know I’m not-”

“Yeah I know,” Tyler said, arranging the butt plugs in order from smallest to largest. “But it WILL help, I promise. I doubt you’ll be able to make yourself cum, but it’ll take some of the edge off and give you something physically pleasurable to focus on.”

Stefan was quiet for a long time. Holding the smallest dildo in his hands, squeezing its firm length. This wasn’t the sort of solution he wanted. But his nuts were unbearably full, and desperation was making him reconsider.

“Fine,” Stefan whispered, eyes glued to the tip of the dildo in his hand.

“Good boy,” Tyler murmured. “You want any help with getting started?”

“No thanks,” Stefan retorted. “I’m pretty sure I can figure out how to fuck myself.”

“Fair enough, man,” Tyler nodded.

“Sorry Ty… I don’t mean it like that. I just… Wanna have my own moment. I- I’ll let you know if I need guidance.”

Tyler smiled. “Of course, I understand.”

“Well…” Tyler got up and sauntered to the door. “I’ll let you get to it. Breathe deep, take it slow, relax, use lots of lube, and have fun. Later!”

Stefan sighed as the door slammed and the sound of Tyler’s car faded away. He was still squeezing the dildo in his hands, fighting his horniness, fighting his anger.

“Fuck it.” Stefan snarled and barged to his bathroom. Tearing his clothes off, he slammed the dildo against the shower wall. It stuck fast, wobbling along its full length. Realizing he was forgetting something important in his rage, Stefan stomped back to get the lube.

“This whole thing is fucked!” Stefan lubed himself and the toy excessively. “Stupid fucking shit. Tyler you asshole!”

Stefan took a deep breath to collect himself. “I just gotta relax…” Tyler’s advice rang in his head. “Deep… Breaths. Nice and slow… Lots of lube. And relax…” Stefan had lined himself up and slowly backed up onto the thick dildo sticking out of the wall.

“Goddamned thing won’t…”

Pop!

Stefan’s eyes flew open as the slick tip of the dildo slipped in, flooding his senses with pain and shock at the intrusion.

“WUGHHH… FUUU-!!”

The pain was paralyzing! Stefan couldn’t make himself move! The throbbing ache in his hole seemed to be all there was.

With a shuddering gasp after what seemed to be hours, Stefan found himself pushing himself a little more.

“AAAGHHH!” Stefan wailed as he felt himself stretch wide around the toy. What the fuck was he doing? Why the fuck was he doing this to himself!?

As if on cue, a lick of satisfaction coursed up Stefan’s spine. Suddenly, the tip wasn’t so bad. Maybe somewhere deep down on an instinctual level, his body knew what it needed: stimulation. And stimulation was only going to come from stuffing something big up his ass.

Stefan squeezed his eyes shut and backed up just a bit more. The giant head of the dildo was teasing his prostate in an upsettingly pleasurable way. Stefan exhaled sharply and tried to make his hole relax a little more so he could get deeper. His body acted on its own and got up a subtle back-and-forth rhythm, just enough to massage his tight sphincter.

With one hand, Stefan reached down and grabbed his nuts. They felt so full and tight, so ready for release. He traced the tight steel ring securing the damn cage, instinctively wanting to feel angry about it. But Stefan’s thoughts were focused on only one thing right now: the large, intrusive dildo rearranging his insides. He was so horny and pent-up, the pain had quickly been matched by pleasure and lust. With another forced exhale, Stefan really started to hump back on the toy a bit more aggressively.

“F-fuckk…!”

With his tight hole screaming at him to stop, and his prostate screaming at him to continue, Stefan kept twerking back until the entire dildo was hilted inside of him. The cold tile of the shower wall pressing against his glutes. Stefan kneaded his balls, watching helplessly as a long string of pre dangled from the end of the cage. He seethed through his teeth, feeling a deep ache for release.

Another pump of lube was applied as Stefan slowly began to pull himself off the huge dildo. About halfway up the shaft, Stefan felt the urge to slam it back in, but resisted the temptation. Instead he idly bounced slightly on its thick girth until his muscles cramped and he let the toy slip out.

“God damn…” Stefan fell to his hands and knees panting as a gush of pre dripped down his thigh. Fuck you, Tyler. Why… That shouldn’t have felt so good. Stefan hastily cleaned up and went to bed for a restless night.

To be continued …