By Cutieboy90

Twelve months…

Stefan couldn’t sleep. The contest was just hours away, and his entry wasn’t finished! He frantically worked through the night placing decals, attaching railings and benches, and tying off the rigging.

At 6 a.m., Stefan gave the model a final spray of clear coat and sat down with a sigh.

“Finished… The fucker…” Stefan held his caged dick in his hands and closed his eyes for a minute…

“HEY!”

Stefan awoke with a jump as Tyler shouted him from sleep.

“WAKE UP!” Tyler activated the butt plug. Its powerful vibrations shook the last remnants of sleepiness from Stefan’s mind.

“Okay, I’m up. I’m good.” Stefan showed his hands. Tyler turned the vibrations down to low.

“You ready?” Tyler nodded to the 1/350 scale Titanic sitting on the workbench. “Contest starts in an hour.”

“Yeah, let’s go…” Stefan took the model out to Tyler’s car. “What are you entering?”

“I already took mine in,” Tyler said as he drove carefully onto the busy road.

The drive was silent. Stefan looked over his model, critiquing it in his mind like the judges might. The railings were straight, the rigging tight, no fingerprints or other blemishes in sight. It was good, clean, work. But was it good enough to win Stefan Jr. his freedom?

Once checked in to the contest, there was nothing to do but wait. Every minute seemed to stretch into an hour. Waiting for the judges to make their rounds and choose their winners. Stefan felt his balls boiling, ready to be unlocked and allowed release.

“Come on come on come on!” Stefan squirmed, not even scoping out any competition. “Comeoncomeoncomeon…” The plug was still humming on its lowest setting. He wished Tyler would turn it off. Or turn it up. Just something!

“So close, and yet so far,” Tyler nodded to the clock. “Good luck.”

“And the winners today are…”

***

“FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!!” Was what Stefan would have been yelling if Tyler’s hand wasn’t clamped over his mouth. Stefan’s mind was overwhelmed with horny desperation. Tied to a chair, vibrating dildo up his ass, nipples clamped, and his big fat cock uncaged for the first time in a year, Stefan was on the verge of madness.

“Easy there, champ,” Tyler patted Stefan’s heaving chest. “Today’s not going to be rushed…” He ran a lubed finger up the underside of Stefan’s meaty shaft, stopping just under the bulging glans. Stefan’s eyes rolled back in his head, he was right on the edge, teetering on the brink of release. He rolled his hips as much as he could, though Tyler’s ropework held him immobile.

Tyler counted to twenty before slowly running his finger back down to Stefan’s swollen balls. They were huge, and now so sensitive. He gave each a gentle tap, causing Stefan to jerk in his restraints with pained grunts.

“Such a short fuse…” Tyler murmured to himself. “I love how easy it is to edge you.”

After another count to twenty, Tyler ran his finger tip back up Stefan’s cock. Once again he stopped under the glans. Every vein was popping out of the stud’s big dick. It throbbed and pulsed and leaked like a rabid beast on a leash. And it was bright red along the entire length, like a hot steam pipe about to burst.

“MMMMMMPH!!” Stefan roared into Tyler’s hand, thrashing uncontrollably as hot tears formed in his eyes.

Tyler ran his finger back down and groped Stefan’s big nuts again. He reached further to feel the base of the dildo. It was still very slick with lube and sweat. Tyler nodded his satisfaction. He slowly ran his fingertip up the shaft again. This time though, he continued all the way to the tip. Precum had been bubbling out like a hotspring from the moment the cage had been removed. Tyler brushed his fingertip against the opening of Stefan’s urethra several times. Stefan howled. Tyler fought to keep his hand clamped over the man’s jaw, simply forcing his head back and causing Stefan’s body to arch.

“HMMMMPH!! MMM HMMMPH!!” Stefan clenched his fists. He couldn’t pound them against anything, nor could he stomp his feet the way they were tied. This new arched position had altered the angle of the dildo inside him, it now felt bigger as more of its length buzzed against his prostate. “MMMHMMHMMMHMMMMPH!!”

“OK, buddy…” Tyler wrapped his fist around Stefan Jr’s thick girth, making maximum contact with his lubed hand. He barely made any motion, just a hint of a squeeze, and…

“…MPH…!”

It was like a broken firehose. One long, uninterrupted jet of thick cream shot from Stefan’s cock. Time froze, as the cum continued to gush into the air.

“Holy fuck, dude…” Tyler held his own breath watching the torrent of spunk threaten to overwhelm the beach towels he’d laid on the floor. He kept his fist closed around the shaft, giving some gentle squeezes, as if he were milking a cow.

Stefan’s initial volley of cum finally broke into several smaller spurts, each waning in volume and power until only a weak dribble oozed from the tip.

Stefan was slumped in the chair, his labored breathing giving way to soft sobs. Tyler slowly released his grip, standing up and untying Stefan from the chair.

“I’ll let you clean up when you’re ready.” Tyler patted his friend’s shoulder and turned to leave. His eyes fell on the huge model sitting on the shelf, the great RMS Titanic. A big blue ribbon hung on the wall behind it. “Good job with the show, buddy. I’ll come by later.”

Stefan eventually roused himself from his afterglow. He was still sitting in the chair, nipples clamped, dildo lodged up his ass. Stefan Jr. was still hard as rock and ready to go. Despite the load he’d just shot a few minutes before, Stefan reached down and jerked out several more until he was raw.

A week later…

“Hey Stef,” Tyler called from the doorway. “How’s my champ feeling today?”

Stefan shrugged.

“So what’s up?”

Stefan let Tyler in, leading him back to his garage.

“Glad to see you cleaned the place up. Was a biohazard last time I saw it…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Stefan laughed the comment off. “So I won the contest. I won your little challenge.”

Stefan walked to the cabinet and pulled out an enormous cardboard box with a beautiful painting of a baroque Ship of the Line. “Le Soleil Royal.”

“Ah…” Tyler gulped. “And now it’s my turn.”

“Not exactly…” Stefan blushed and handed Tyler a small silver key on a ring.

Tyler inspected the key. His eyes flicked to Stefan’s crotch where he could see a familiar contained outline.

“But don’t think you’re off the hook entirely…” Stefan produced another chastity cage which he handed to Tyler. “Put that on.”

Tyler obliged. He dropped his pants on the spot and locked the cage on. It fit very well, his cock already pressing at the smooth steel bars. He wished he’d jacked off that morning…

Tyler pulled out another box with a huge sailing ship.

“Ah. The HMS Victory. Same scale as yours,” Tyler nodded in understanding.

“We’ll go head-to-head at the next contest,” Stefan smirked. “Winner takes all.”

“You’re on!” Tyler hoisted the model into his arms, the shrinkwrap squeaking under his fingers. “Good luck, Stef!”

“Ah ah, one more thing…” Stefan pulled the garage closet door open, revealing another carport-sized space set up with a work bench. “You’ll work here so we can help uh, relieve some of the tension.”

“Huh. And what’s to stop us from sabotaging each other instead?”

“Our friendship.” Stefan stated seriously. “And whatever else said friendship may or may not be becoming.”

Tyler beamed. He placed the box down on his new workbench.

“I’ll go get my tools.” Tyler turned to leave.

“Wait.” Stefan caught his shoulder, and pulled him in for a quick, deep kiss. “OK, now you can go get your tools.”

Tyler jumped into his car, watching Stefan in the mirror. “Well,” he thought. “This isn’t what I expected, but hey not complaining. Wonder if he’ll let me peg him…” The thought caused a painful stir in his caged cock.

“Heh. Not complaining. Yet…”

The End

Metal would like to thank Cutieboy90 for sharing this story, which is shared here with his permission.  The story is also posted to LockedMEN.