By Justin I

Not much time later.

Filled with testosterone and cum, Sam was the horniest and most angry I had ever seen him. There was one time, I might have imagined, but it sounded almost like he was crying. Peering into his room I saw a bright red face Sam with his shorts pulled down, staring at his own imprisoned cock. He was trying to use his electric toothbrush as a sort of makeshift vibrator to get off, with no success. Realizing I was watching he stood up and slammed the door. I could not stop myself from smiling, soon I will begin our permanent roles in our relationship.

Day six of chastity Sam was bold enough to ambush me. I was just coming inside from my run, shirtless and sore from the chest and back session I worked pre cardio. Sam was coming from the opposite direction, and when I closed the door he pounced. I had run with very little, wearing my sneakers, high socks, two in one compression athletic shorts with no shirt but a silver key around my neck. Sam grabbed me by the shoulders and wrapped me around like a python, falling to the floor we both went.

S: Give me the key. This isn’t funny anymore and if you don’t I’m going to crush you.

Sam was right. All my programming has been a success. His arms were the size of my head and his legs the size of my torso. He had me on the ground both facing the ceiling. His arms were around my neck, and I was unable to squeeze with my own arm in the way. His legs wrapped around my waist, he was strong — and I was loving every second.

F: My my you are a big boy. Even with the key you won’t be happy. You sure you want to play this way? I’m thinking of extending your time over this, Sam.

I choked out the words as his frustration grew. Then in a thrusting maneuver, remembering that the cock cage also acted as a sort of cock and ball ring, forcing the balls out without any receding. I crushed his balls. It worked and his grip released. However, anger often buries pain and he grabbed me again. This time grabbing my shoulders and throwing me to the ground, it was difficult as we both were shirtless drenched in sweat. Laying on my back he climbed on top, he squeezed one arm to my side and the other completely stretched out, both pins with his legs leaving his arms completely free.

S: Pinned you again. For that let me give you a taste of your own medicine.

Sam twisted slightly and punched me in the dick and balls. Being the master and not the slave, that really hurt. I was moaning in agony. Turning back Sam ripped off the key, lowered his shorts and tried the lock. It didn’t work. Sam was furious.

S: WHAT THE HELL? Why isn’t the key working? How do I take this thing off?

Sam threw the key across the room and turned his attention back to me. He reached down with both hands, gripping my nipples and pinching as hard as possible.

F: FUCK! Ha! That key was a fake, so I had something to taunt you without you being able to slip it off while sleeping or in this case pinning me to the ground.

Sam kept pinching and I kept howling in pain. The house was soundproof and I knew that no one would hear our battle. I thrust with my legs but all that did was give Sam a slight bounce, I mean the guy was easily 200 to 220 pounds of pure muscle. I was getting turned on, being on this side of domination. Screaming at this point.

F: IF YOU EVER WANT OUT OF THAT CAGE, YOU’LL GET OFF NOW!

Sam was hesitant and just sat there for many moments. He stopped twisting my nipples, instead his large and strong hands now rested on my bare chest. He was heaving in and out while I caught my breath as well. Sweat was dripping from his body onto mine. The floor beneath us was soaked for sure. Finally, Sam came to his senses and climbed off. I sat up and leaned against the couch.

F: You must really hate that cage of yours, buddy.

Sam didn’t move except for his chest, his pecs going back and forth with his breathing. Then without moving his eyes, his eyes began to water.

S: This is the longest I’ve ever gone without cumming. It sucks, man! How long do I have to suffer over a stupid bet?

The little voice in my head was cheering and I began to mind fuck this moment.

F: You were cocky, Sam. I was going to do a day for every minute that you failed to escape after I tied you up.

Sam turned white and tears of frustration began to roll.

F: I can see you’re struggling, so I’ll make you another deal. You do three things for me, and I’ll let you out. One thing you won’t like, one thing that will be strenuous, and finally something that brings us closer. What do you say?

Sam cheered up, before looking at me. He wiped his eyes with his hairy sweaty forearms.

S: Dang, sweat is burning my eyes. That was an intense battle we had on the floor, Fred. I don’t have a choice do I?

F: You do have a choice. One day for every minute or my mercy. If it helps, my three conditions would be met once the strenuous task was complete. What do you say?

Sam was defeated and sunk down in himself, grabbing with no subtlety his locked dick.

S: I guess I have no choice. What do you have in mind?

I had given this some thought, and I knew two of them were easy enough, but the third Sam was going to fight for sure.

F: Excellent. Getting right into it. You and I are going to work together to finish my basement. Making a proper fun dungeon, a Fungeon you could call it, with a play area, and a cage for my long-term hobbyists. When that is complete you will be free.

S: A cage for “long term hobbyists?”

F: I guess a cage isn’t accurate, this half would be similar to a jail cell. Some guys like to be locked up all day, a full weekend, longer if the space and Dom was available. This one will need a bed bolted to the floor, a toilet and sink, and bars to prevent escape. I have got the plans already, I just need to do the work.

S: Fine! What else?

F: To bring us closer we are going to take some night classes together. Nothing too hard, I’ve been wanting to be more self -reliant. So a few of the classes are cooking, car maintenance, wood working, metal manipulation, electrical and finally a bodybuilding class. You got me too easy.

S: That doesn’t sound too bad, but I don’t have the money to pay for all those classes.

F: Do not worry about it. The classes are cheap because of their short time frame. I will cover the cost for the both of us. Now are you ready for the final task, which you will not enjoy?

S: Whatever! Get it over with!

F: Well, I found an old massage table in the community for sale, and I purchased it. You will give me a massage for an hour every day. I’ve got a video that will teach you everything about giving a good massage, body oil, and the table. Plus, with the massage you will have an opportunity to earn a day until your freedom. What do you think?

S: I don’t want to give you a massage, plus what kind of earning? Only extra I know about is a happy ending but I’m not into guys.

F: How do you know, have you ever been with a guy? Regardless, this wouldn’t be sexual attraction. You will be completing a transaction for your freedom. You are correct, a happy ending is one of the ways to take a day off. I have other ideas, but I will share those with the first massage. Do we have an agreement?

Sam got up and grabbed a glass of water. This new development must have dried his mouth completely, his full glass going down in seconds with extra droplets dripping down the sides of his mouth to his chest and running with the rivers of sweat coming off his shoulders and pecs. Looking down once more he gave his answer.

S: We have a deal. However, if I do everything and you don’t unlock me I am going to be putting you in that newly built cage until you give me the real key!

I laughed out loud this time.

F: Sure! You’ll lock me up and make me your pet or servant. I am the boss. Trust me, I had more challenging and sexual ideas but remember you have freedom of choice, not consequence.

I reached for my phone and emailed him three things. The class schedule starting the following Monday night, the schematics for the basement dungeon with prison, and the url for the massage video. I also went into the app and signaled for all my ideas to be received with good feelings, Sam would agree with my ideas without realizing.

F: Today’s Saturday, so we’ll start on Monday. You think you can make it without attacking me? If it helps, working out harder will relieve you of some of that built-up tension.

Grunting with frustration.

S: I guess I’ll wait for my moment of revenge. Monday works. Just make sure we’ve got everything for the basement.

Monday arrived and I had a large load of supplies in my trunk. In addition, I stopped by the clothing store for a special uniform. Before Sam began unloading I showed it to him. A tight pair of jeans, large work boots, one of those white tank top undershirts, a glowing vest size small, and a yellow construction hat.

S: You can’t be serious? How am I supposed to work in these clothes?

F: That’s your job to figure out. If you won’t wear them, then I’m not helping you. Takes twice as long with half the help.

Sam grunted. Swearing under his breath about the day he’ll get his revenge. Returning outside Sam was all dressed up. He got a nice loud wolf whistle from a passing car.

S: Let’s just get started.

He was a joy to watch. In the basement we both worked hard. Covered in a combination of sweat, dust, wood shavings and paint.

Then in the evening after we both had showered. I told him where the massage table and ointment is located. His already sore arms, shoulders and legs ached for a chair, something to relieve the strain. I climbed on top in nothing but a towel. Sam must have done a piss poor job watching that training video. He rubbed all over, in some places too gentle due to disinterest in touching me while in others he squeezed so hard as to hurt me.

F: Watch it! The massage starts over if I am unhappy! That means get it right!

S: Pssh whatever.

F: What was that?

S: Yes, Sir.

In a mocking military tone.

Time went by and we were in the last week of construction. The cell was finished. It was 8-by-8-feet square. The bed was thin, a few inches and nothing comfortable to sleep on. It was a prison bed meant to punish, not to be enjoyed. The sink was all metal, chrome with a mirror, secured with a protector so my prisoner would see his own miserable state. Helpless to change anything. Finally a camera in the top of the cell, the highest quality to allow myself visual even when alone. Solitude is a punishment on its own. I would have access to the outside world, TV, computer, porn if I choose, even sleep. However a jailbird could only sleep for so long until he went crazy. Thick walls with no windows on three sides, with stone that was immovable. The bars allowed complete visibility, with no room for slipping through, perhaps the arm of a skinny lad but not one of a muscular bear. The lock was a deadbolt connected to the wifi. The code changed with the tap of my phone.

Turning from there the dungeon was getting its final coat of paint. On one side was a table and soon a wall organizer for all my toys and accessories. The other wall had a fold down pad, lucifer chair, swing and Saint Andrew’s cross, with my pride and joy, the chair from my favorite Academy movies. Finally in the ground somewhat beneath but not entirely was a water tank big enough for the tallest or most broad-shouldered man. This tank would act as a sensory deprivation device in addition to a hypnotherapy or mind altering experience.

S: Paint is drying, some stuff needs organizing but it’s done. You got your end, now give me mine.

Sam stepped forward and started to undo the belt around his skinny jeans. Jeans that did not shrink but in fact covered legs that had grown. Sam this entire time took the “exercise to burn off desire” seriously. He had picked an hour at least in the gym and had worked so hard, when he came home he was literally dripping with sweat. I won’t lie, when he was in the shower I snagged that set of gym clothes as the musk was divine. I masturbated and gave the biggest load I had in a while, certainly bigger than anything Sam was producing. Nothing but precum and piss had come out of Sam’s cock for three months. His load was going to be volcanic and I wanted control of it.

F: A deal’s a deal. I will unlock you but one last thing. You are all built up, with a load big enough to cum multiple times today, I bet. So if you want it off, you will ask me for a session in bondage, without pain.

Sam was fuming, but in reality I had been programming Sam this entire time. Upstairs I would access the negative portion of his mind and make him feel unsatisfied and melancholy. When he was downstairs in the dungeon, I released happy hormones and boosted his mood. Now being in a good mood and surrounded by all methods of sex. Eventually I knew the two would be linked.

S: Fine but one other condition.

F: Oh yeah? What then?

S: You have today to play with me, but you have until midnight to let me out of whatever bondage, whatever toy, this stupid cage I’ve been forced to wear. Forcing me to sit when I pee and preventing me from hooking up. Nothing, I will have nothing from you on me after midnight, do you agree?

I stood there for a while. I was eager to play, but then again I had many subs in the area I could call up to satisfy my thirst. He had no right to demand anything, but I had rehearsed this moment every day since he was locked up. I too was eager and willing. However, with the chip in his head I could not meet all his demands. He still had no memory of installation.

F: Those terms are agreeable. After tonight you will be completely free of any standard or complex sexual toys or devices. Only your mind is chipped off the block with this new experience controlling your future.

He missed the joke, but he was distracted. It was 11 am. I told him to shower, not eat solid food but only have liquids, and to meet me downstairs around 4 when the paint would be dry and the basement aired out. We began to split our separate ways.

F: One more thing. When you come downstairs, you won’t need clothing, just wear a towel around your waist.

Four p.m. rolled around, and he was downstairs already. Leaning against the wall he smelled like the outdoors. His soap reminded me of a cabin in the woods, or visiting a lake in the winter. Walking over and leading Sam to the fold down bed, I removed his towel and was about to live my dreams. To be honest I began to cry a little but kept myself away from him and got to work.

F: Lay down on the bed. You are going to be tied in until midnight.

S: So, this is what you do, lead some poor sap bad at sex into your lair to punish them for their failure?

F: Big talk for a little man. Many of my clients are actually quite successful, living powerful careers and leaders in their social circles. But sometimes, when you are on top of the world and have everything, it feels nice to relinquish control and be reminded that you are human.

I told him to spread out his arms and legs. In a spread-eagle position, I laid him out tying him to the four metal rings at the four corners of the bed. Then I reached up to a part of the wall that was finished yesterday with a bright yellow smiley face ball gag. I leaned down.

F: Have you ever been gagged before? I guess not if you aren’t into this “weak sex drive play” no longer. Open wide!

S: No! I’m not going to be gagged. You can’t make me. Just get to giving me my orgasm and my freedom. I’m done playing your games.

His body betrayed his words. His cock began to grow and was pushing at the end of his cage.

F: You are mistaken. You talk too much and too big for your situation.

Climbing on top of him, bracing his chest with my thighs, I leaned down with one hand holding the ballgag and the other holding his head down, I whispered.

F: You are in no position to stop me. You can’t do anything. You are mine. I can tell you are meant for this role, your cock certainly agrees with me. Now I am going to gag you, the question now is will you let me put this small beginner level gag in your mouth, or should I go grab and force into your mouth my dick shaped gag? It’s not a small dick either, the mold will certainly gag you repeatedly while we play for the next 8 hours. What is your choice?

Sam was breathing heavily. I was rising up and down while sitting on his chest, but I didn’t move. I leaned down with my eyes meeting his own eyes and waiting. Blue with flecks of gold around his pupil, often called beach eyes.

S: I won’t fight you, use the small one.

F: What did you say? Where are your manners?

S: Please gag me with the smaller gag.

F: That’s better.

He opened his mouth wide, and before inserting the gag I played with his tongue and felt his lips with my fingers. He was soft, this lasted a while but fulfilling his request I placed the gag, reached around and strapped it tight.

F: That’s better. Now we can begin.

I slid down, now sitting just below his stomach but not on his crotch. I now had this stud from down the street, jacked up and built to my muscular godlike fantasy status, tied up butt naked and literally in the palm of my hands. I ran my fingers down his chest, rounding his shoulders and squeezing his biceps. I returned to his chest and held his enormous pecs. Squeezing and bouncing them. Stroking his nipples with the tips of my fingers.

F: Oh how badly I want to pinch your nipples, even use some of my nipple torture instruments, but that will be another time.

Instead, I shifted onto my side and began to lick and suck his nipples. They tasted fantastic, and from his moans of agreement Sam did not object.

Moving down I slid off the bed and grabbed a can of shaving cream and a razor.

F: I noticed you used to keep your body hair trimmed and manscaped, but since the cage was put into place you haven’t made any effort. No problem. I will do you this favor, but you owe me.

With a chuckle I grabbed the key around my neck, the real one which surprised him being so close. Since the moment he tried it and failed, I successfully assumed that even if I wore the correct key, he would always think it was a fake. I slid the key inside, twisting a tiny pop of the lock, unlatching. I removed the lock and slowly unlatched and pulled off the cage. His cock was enormous. Biggest of any of my subs. It flopped out standing at attention, his dick forced the cage off with no effort like a bull in the rodeo shaking its rider. I slid off the ring around the back of his balls.

F: Some men experience shrinkage with a cage. I had been filling your protein shakes with some hormones and testosterone to prevent this from happening, also in an attempt to keep you horny and ready to breed.

Sam let out a grunt. Unable to speak, even with the smallest gag I understood nothing he said. Getting to work I lathered him up, took one stroke at a time of the blade and eventually was left with a hairless and gargantuan cock. He was a masterpiece, worthy of a king’s collection. It was all mine. He tried to speak but his words were inaudible, there was nothing he had to say at that moment. All I wanted was the sound of moans, groans and eventually grunts of frustration.

I pulled out my laptop, facing me and only me. Sam was going to have the edging of a lifetime with the most satisfying ending. I connected my laptop to my milking machine. I was going to edge Sam with my milker, and when the signal was sent from his dick to his brain that he was going to cum the machine would stop entirely.

I poured a generous amount of lube on his cock and prepared him mentally. Standing at his side, resting one hand on his stomach while the other played with Sam’s hair.

F: Have you ever heard of the term edging, Sam?

Sam just looked at me with the slightest nod left and right, indicating that he had not.

F: The term is fairly simple, but the execution is rather difficult. See, edging is the act of repeatedly bringing a guy close to release, cumming. Then when you are about to blow, you don’t. It can be done by yourself, but when you’re with a Dom such as myself there are ways to make you stop. Mostly painful, but in this case we will simply go with “pulling out.”

I then moved around him, sliding my hands down both sides of his face, following his neck and down to his chest as far as I could reach. Then I went over to my laptop and grabbed two connected but inoperable heart rate monitor wires, the signal would be sent from the chip but without spilling my secret. I played his heart would be the indicator of ejaculation. Placing them on either side of his chest, just above his nipples.

F: Here is your predicament. My milker will work your cock, simulating sex at various speeds, keeping you hard the entire time. Then when my computer receives a signal that you are about to blow, the machine will stop and lift by itself until you are calm enough to begin again.

It may have been the lighting, but his eyes had grown two or three times in size. He was beginning to shake, but in the restraints he had the ability to escape his fate.

F: I promised I would not hurt you, the computer will send a notification to my phone when it’s time to re-apply lubricant. For the most part, you are going to be incredibly and insufferably frustrated. The longest I have ever successfully edged a guy was four hours, but that was by eye. He came too soon and regretted it. When it’s your time to release, you will feel the same.

F: Let’s begin.

I lowered the milker onto his cock and turned the machine on. It took 2 minutes and 42 seconds before the machine stopped itself. Sam was howling, moaning and wailing into his gag and thrusting his waist upward as far as possible.

F: Less than three minutes. I am almost tempted, I imagine I could get four good loads at least out of you today, but I will wait. I have all the time in the world, while you will feel time has stopped. Again.

The milker resumes after 20 seconds or so and this goes on for hours. Sam was rock hard the whole time. He had silent tears at first and then moaning sorrows not long after. Repeatedly, time and time again he was thrusting for release, but the machine anticipated and moved upward. After blindfolding him, I set a chair up next to him and masturbated myself. It took only 8 minutes, but I shot a huge load. It got all over Sam. Then when it was time to replenish his oil, it was a mixture of lubricant, semen, and my spit.

Sam’s body was trembling. From top to bottom his hair was disheveled, messed up by my hair tussling, the blindfold and the gag. His honey blond hair was sticking out on top, but the sides around his neck were drenched in sweat. His neck was enlarged from his own screams, his veins protruding down to his chest. His body, which I assisted with oil, was shining. His chest was like mountains. His arms were boulders, accentuated by the straps I had to apply around his biceps when his movement was too loose. Down to abs which were always perfect and defined. I should have measured before beginning, but I could have sworn his cock had grown in length and doubled in girth. I’m glad my milking tube was wide, otherwise he might have gotten stuck. His balls were the same, their size had grown to two little golf balls glowing between blue balls blue and worked hard red. Down to his legs, which also shined, and were a mess of sweat and flexing muscles. His legs were the primary source of his ability to thrust upward. No matter how many times the machine pulled away, he consistently tried. His endurance was impressive. Down to his feet with glowing toes, I spent some time down there with my tongue tasting his feet and teasing him.

This entire time I had to fight myself, I could not allow myself to touch Sam too much, otherwise he could cum from my stimulation. After putting some ear plugs into his ears, Sam was deprived of sight, sound and his mouth was inoperable with the occasional drippage of water I allowed him. His cock was the only part of Sam’s body now receiving stimulation. While he was getting worked over. I video called many of my Dom friends. Showing Sam off. The envy in their eyes and the drool from their lips only enhanced my experience. If only they could jump through the phone, having their way with him. The best part, none of them suspected he was forced into this position, not a sub-boy who had volunteered willingly for this treatment. They weren’t entirely wrong. I made note to someday, once a more firm relationship was established, set up a video camera on one of those diy porn sites. Sam would make a living from this and the profits going to more toys of torture and torment.

Finally, after six hours, now 10 p.m., I turned the machine off temporarily. Sam was beyond dehydrated. From the combination of sweat and tears, his skin was paper thin revealing the ripples of his muscles and his coursing veins. I removed his blindfold. I removed the earplugs and finally I removed the ball gag. Now he was in sobs.

S: Fred please Fred. I’ll do anything, I can’t do this anymore. Please, PLEASE!!! I can’t do this anymore. I’m begging you. I am begging you. Please make it stop!! Make it stop!!!

Sam was pleading through wails of suffering. I was the horniest I had ever been in my life. I had cum twice during that six-hour period, but I could have blown a third and a fourth I bet with this intoxicating cruel feeling. I walked closer to his head and again stroked his hair, but this time leaned I down in comfort and embrace.

F: Shh shh. You have been a good captive, Sam. You have done well. I am impressed with you, Sam. You are my macho sub boy, Sam. Six hours you have endured what even most soldiers would have been crippled by, but you lay here bound and strong, Sam.

Leaning in close to his ear, our bodies positioned in the way a hug would be given. Putting my mouth right next to his ear I whispered.

F: Are you ready to cum Sam?

Exhaling in a calming 1,2, breath form. He expressed with so much emotion but not volume.

S: Please, Freddy. Please let me cum. Please, Fred. I’m begging you.

F: Very well, then we have two hours until midnight. They will not be pleasant. This entire time you have been edged, building the biggest load of cum from months of no release and hours of being worked.

I moved one hand to his balls which no longer fit in my hand. Sam winced. They must have been sensitive.

F: You feel them too. Your balls are too full. They too are begging for release. I will grant you and your testicles request. You are going to experience something new. This time you will be milked, but when the machine ordinarily stops, it’s going to speed up until you cum and then continue to stroke after you have released slowly but repeatedly. Are you ready?

Sam was again terrified but desperate.

S: Yes. Yes please, Freddy. Empty my balls.

F: You ask, and I will answer.

I stepped again over to the milker and with lubricant arranged all the parts in position. This time, when the computer would receive the signal from the chip to stop it will now carry out my plans as laid out. However, using his optic nerve I am going to be flashing images of my dungeon, my toys, my jail cell and myself standing above him into Sam’s mind when he is at the peak of orgasm. Then when he receives his post orgasm torture, a most emotional and mind challengeing experience, I am going to show him pictures of freedom, open spaces, and leaving the house. Again I gagged Sam, but this time with a more sound blocking gag, allowing Sam to focus on the images in his mind and the stimulation in his cock.

F: Ready?

Sam nodded.

F: Let’s begin and see how many times I can drain your balls until there is nothing left.

I started the machine. It took a while as his cock was desensitized a bit, but I got him. His cock began to throb and cum was launched like a rocket into my milker, connected to a cup on the other end. He was in heaven having the best time of his life, releasing all the built-up tension and gaining relief. This was short lived. Sam was now struggling more than I had seen him struggle all day. Attempting to twist from side to side, his eyes begging me to stop the collector, it continued working his cock. What may have been a while, but felt like not long after another load was forced from his body giving the same violent and thrashing reaction. Sam was suffering one of the ultimate forms of BDSM play, with no experience or tolerance to pain he was in agony.

This carried on until the alarm buzzed on my phone. At the end Sam was bright red, with a new wave of sweat covering his body. Completely collapsed under the restraints, he had no more fight in him. His once proud and standing tower of a cock was now slumped. His balls now shrunken and sunk into his body. He cummed five times in two hours. Although forced, it was still five times. The cup at the bottom was filled to the brim with semen, each ejaculation came with less but it still filled. When he was thirsty I grabbed the cup and gave him the cum to drink, he swallowed graciously not knowing its contents.

F: A deal’s a deal.

I walked around, pushing equipment out of the way. I undid his restraints, at first he didn’t move. He was like a fish, limp just laying on the table staring at the ceiling. His eyes glazed with attention and yet distraction. Finally I removed his gag, and Sam fell into a deep sleep. He was too heavy with muscle to drag upstairs, most likely injuring him or myself in the attempt. Instead I brought him to the closest bed around, the jail cell. I slipped my arms under his armpits and dragged him to the bed, and laying him down I pulled the blanket up and over him, caressing his chest and hair once again, his hair was a big kink for me, I enjoy a good blond. I gave him a kiss, first on the forehead, then on his lips. Stepping out, but not locking the gate, at least not this time, I bid him good tidings.

F: Sweet dreams, my prince.

With the sound of his snores, I left him to rest. Not knowing what comes next, just that his positive reinforcement of the dungeon would come into play in the future sometime soon. Pulling out my phone, I watched some of the video of him wailing and sobbing in my video gallery, with a final thought I used the temporary memory altering software to erase the extreme moments of suffering. Only leaving a positive feeling. He would wake up in the morning with that session giving him the best sex of his life, with the eventual dissatisfaction with others or by himself, crawling to me for another chance of restraint.

Metal would like to thank Justin I for this story! If you liked this chapter, please leave a comment below!