A Straight Incel Submits Chapter 3
A Straight Incel Submits
by
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 3
After my bike ride, I grabbed a bite of lunch, then headed to the coffee shop. There was a nice quiet corner where I could watch in privacy and have an outlet for my laptop. I connected through my phone's hot spot for better security, and put on my headphones. I set up for a split screen so I could watch both cameras at once.
My new boy was still sitting right where I'd left him. Stark naked, legs spread at the knees by the spreader bar, wrists locked behind his head, and his cock caged. He was so hot, it was all I could do to keep my hands out of my pants! I couldn't see the butt plug, of course, but I knew it was there. There was no way to remove it without the key, and I had it with me.
About ten minutes later the cleaning crew came in. Right on time. They didn't immediately notice my boy, on the other side of the living room. The couch was facing the windows in the dining area, not the entrance. They pulled the cleaning equipment out of the closet. And about that time one of them looked toward the dining room, and saw my boy's head and naked shoulders above the back of the couch. I don't think he noticed the collar and wrist restraints at that point.
"Hey guys look who's here. And not wearing a shirt! Did you decide to tease us today?"
My naked slave cringed slightly, and didn't say a word. The three young men came over to the couch. When they saw my boy's condition, all three said, "Holy shit!" at the same time. My boy couldn't bring himself to speak, so he just nodded at the note. One of the crew picked it up and read it out loud:
To The Cleaning Crew:
This boy is my new sex slave. He is being punished. Please do not attempt to free him or fuck him. He is available for blow jobs, should one or more of you wish. He's new to all this, and needs the practice. If he is damaged in any way, I will hold all of you responsible. You wouldn't like that.
Master
The crew gave each other fist bumps. My slave now knew what would be expected, and what wasn't allowed. He actually breathed a sigh of relief!
Crew Leader: "We may not be able to fuck you today, and we have no desire to harm you, but we are definitely going to play with that hot body and get ourselves some blow jobs! Frankly, I can't believe you're into this!"
"Neither can I," said my boy, as his cock struggled mightily to get hard in it's cage!
His voice was shaking, and he was still cringing, but this clearly had him seriously horned up! I could see the pain register on his beautiful face, as his dick tried to get hard, and encountered the protrusions in his cage. I had left the spider gag on the coffee table, in case the cleaning crew wished to use it. The crew leader spotted it and picked it up.
"Think your going to need this, boy?"
My slave looked at it, thought for a moment and nodded. My cock is average, and he was just able to handle that without the cage. But he had no idea what sized cocks he would be servicing, and wisely chose to have the cage help him out. Like I said, smart kid!
The crew leader didn't put it in right away. He gave my boy a big french kiss. The boy responded, though not as passionately as he had with me. I liked that. The other two crew members took their turns, as the crew leader began playing that that incredible and very helpless body.
The crew stood him up, so all three could play with him at once. The crew leader discovered the locking butt plug and laughed.
"What's the matter, boy? Doesn't your Master trust you?"
My boy responded in a gasping breathy voice, "He doesn't trust you. Nothing personal. He doesn't know you."
"Smart man. We would not have used your ass without his permission. We like this job, and hope to have more of you in the future. But better safe, I always say!"
Hands and mouths were everywhere on my boy's body. He was beginning to hump against the hands and bodies that were molesting him. I could see him squeezing his butt cheeks against the plug. As the pain increased in his cock and the full body stimulation overwhelmed him, the boy began to moan.
The crew leader decided it was time for the main event. He pushed the boy to his knees. There was no resistance. He pushed the boy's head back, and the boy opened his mouth. In went the spider gag. The crew leader pulled out his thick seven inch cock. My boy's eyes widened.
"Have you sucked anything this big, boy?"
My bound and naked submissive shook his head no.
"Well, since you're still an apprentice cocksucker, I'll go easy on you. As long as you work my cock with your tongue, and follow instructions, I won't throat fuck you. But if your owner lets us have you again, you can count on learning to take it all."
My boy nodded, took a deep breath, and looked into the man's eyes. He was ready. He was also dripping pre-cum out of his cage. This really pleased me. Humiliation and submission continued to turn him on! And what could be more humiliating for a straight boy than submitting to cock!
As the crew leader's meat moved into my boy's mouth the other two crew members knelt on either side of him, and resumed playing with that amazing body. Balls were fondled, nips were twisted and sucked, the butt plug was pressed further in, then released. And my boy was loudly moaning around the cock in his mouth, as he tongued it like crazy, and humped his ass against the hand pushing the plug.
True to his word, the crew leader kept his cock in tongue's reach, and spared the boy's gag reflex--this time! My boy kept his eyes locked on the predator using him. And the crew leader clearly liked that. He had a big grin on his face, as he gave the boy instructions.
It took the boy about fifteen minutes to get the crew leader off. Just as the man was about to cum, he pulled out and shot his load all over my boy's face and chest. Then he had my helpless stud lick his cock and balls clean.
"Well done, boy. I see you're frustrated. Your owner will have to take care of that, if he thinks you've earned release. He didn't leave us the key to your cage."
My boy whimpered, as the crew leader stepped aside and was replaced by the next man. His cock was about the same size as mine. He went along with his leader, and didn't throat fuck my boy. I was pleased with this. I wanted the kid to learn excellent cock sucking skills first. Once he had that down, we would move on to gag control and using the throat muscles to give pleasure. One step at a time.
This man also chose to shoot his load over my boy's face and chest. I loved the look! And once again he licked the cock and balls clean, as the cum dried on his face and body. As the third man shoved his slightly below average cock in through the spider gag, and my boy looked up, I could see his eyes were glazed over. He was breathing heavily from all the sexual stimulation, which had continued throughout.
Finally, the third load was deposited on his wonderfully defined body. Cum covered him from his forehead to the top of his cock cage. At least the cum wouldn't be stuck in his pubes. I'd shaved them all off!
"I'm impressed, boy. Your owner should be proud of you. In fact, I'll leave him a note telling him that. We're going to leave you on your knees. We don't want to have cum stains on the sofa. After all, we'd be the ones who had to clean it up!"
The three men laughed as they went to work, cleaning the apartment. They finished about an hour later. They even cleaned up the drippings from the boy's caged dick. A very professional crew. The crew leader went back to my boy, and gave him a big passionate kiss. He grinned when he saw those hot butt cheeks squeezing and releasing.
"I told your owner in my note, that we'd love to use you every week. You're very hot, and we love us some hot, helpless boy! You seem to be turned on by humiliation. So were are going to leave the door unlocked. We'll close it, but if anyone tries it, they could walk right in. That way you can spend the time thinking about all the things that could happen."
The three bumped fists as they left. My boy just sagged in place, slowly squeezing his butt cheeks and trying to push against his cage. This, despite the pain that caused. I fully expected he would ask me back. It would be interesting to see if he would ask me to stay overnight again.
I packed up my laptop and headed back to the apartment. When I arrived, I found the crew had actually locked the door. Good for them. Create the fantasy, make it seem real, but keep the boy safe. He was still on his knees, next to the sofa. The spider gag was still in place. He had heard me enter, but was facing the other way, so he didn't know who it was. Perhaps that's why he moaned and whimpered!
I walked up behind him. He couldn't see me. I knelt behind him, and began to play with that wonderful cum covered body. I unbuckled the spider gag, and let it fall from his mouth. More whimpers. And some very intense butt squeezing. His eyes were tightly closed. I brought my hands around to his nips and gently squeezed. He swallowed hard and finally spoke.
"Please, is that you, Master?"
I stayed silent long enough to get another whimper before saying, "Yes, boy. I'm proud of you. You did well."
He shuddered and began to cry. The possibility of a stranger coming in had him very turned on but also terrified. He trusted me. He at least knew the cleaning crew. But if it had been a stranger, he had no idea what might have been done to him! I held him until the tears stopped.
"Boy, would you prefer the door be kept locked from now on?"
"Oh, gosh yes! I mean, if that's all right with you, Master. It made me really horny, but I was so scared."
"If you reach a point, where you change your mind, and want it left open, just let me know. I'll let the crew know not to do that again."
"Thank you, Master!"
"You've done really well. If you like, I will take the cage off and fuck you until you cum. But after that, it goes right back on."
"Yes, please Master!"
I grinned as I picked him up and put him back on the dining room table. I gave him a big kiss, passionately returned. I left his restraints in place, and added the ball gag, so he'd feel free to make any noise he wanted, without disturbing the neighbors. I gently removed the cage. His cute little cock went instantly hard. I could see where the protrusions had pressed into it. No skin broken, but a hard dick is really sensitive. That had to hurt!
I lubed up, mounted the table, pushed the spreader bar over his head, put his legs on my shoulders, unlocked and removed the butt plug, and lined up.
"Ready boy?"
He nodded. Well, he did have the ball gag in.
I grinned. We locked eyes. I penetrated to my pubes in a slow single thrust. He pulled in a deep breath through his nose, and groaned. He kept eye contact, but his eyes glazed over and he began to hyperventilate. I gave him a minute before pulling back. When I did he squeezed--hard! I long dicked him slowly for a solid fifteen minutes. Almost from the start, he was humping back against me with every thrust.
Less than a minute after I picked up the pace, he came all over his stomach. His release went on and on. I never slowed and he never got soft. He'd been horned up for so long that he'd built up too much ball juice for just one orgasm! That was fine with me. I still had a way to go.
Finally, after another fifteen minutes, he shot his second load just before I unloaded mine. It's nice to be twenty two! I had spread his first load all over his chest. I now did the same with the much smaller second.
I pulled out to the sound of another groan around the ball gag. I grinned and he gave me an exhausted smile. I backed up on the table, lowered his legs, cleaned up his junk with a wet rag, and installed the cock cage. He whimpered a bit at that but didn't actually complain. I got off the table and removed the spreader bar. I climbed back on the table, sat on his face, and without an order, he licked my junk clean. Smart boy. Fast learner!
I got down from the table, and ruffled his hair. Then I asked if he could sit up. He shook his head no. So I left him there to take a nap, and went for a long hot shower. When I came back an hour later, he was out like a light. I didn't want to spoil him, so I woke him up.
"Feeling better?"
He nodded, then made a gesture to the ball gag. Oops! I removed it, and he sighed in relief.
"So what did you think of today's experience?"
"Really scary, and so darn hot I could hardly stand it! It was the best day of my life!"
"I'm glad to hear it. So now you have to decide if you want me to come back, and if so, when."
"I don't want you to leave."
"Don't you have work tomorrow?"
"Yes, but I usually work from home. I don't expect you to sit around while I work, but I'd really like you to spend the night. Maybe, if you have stuff to do, you could go in the morning, and come back in the evening?"
"Can you work naked? I'm going to require you to be naked, collared and caged if you work from home, and I'm still involved with your day."
"I can do that. Most of my communications with the office are by text or phone. On the rare occasions we Zoom, we can have our cameras off."
"If this is going to continue, the cage will stay on for the next two weeks. The only way to get it off sooner, is to end our adventure. You can do that at the end of any day I'm here. Can you handle that?"
"I hope so. I'll hate it if I can't. I'm not ready for this to end."
"If this continues, your training will get more intense. And more men will be involved. The one guarantee I can give you is that when other men are using you, I will be here. And when I leave, I'll lock the door, provided you supply me with a key."
"You have my key ring. Keep it. I have a spare. And as I'll be naked the entire time, I'm not planning on going anywhere."
He gave me a shy smile. I ruffled his hair again. I really liked his hair!
"Alright, get off your cute little ass, and make me dinner."
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