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He was sitting on the couch, fully dressed, while I was naked, wearing just a jockstrap, barefoot and straddling him. He dwarfed me. Sitting like that, I felt like his little boy.
"It's not easy for me to admit, but I've missed you boy". Master said lovingly. He put his right arm around my waist, pulled my body against his and kissed me. I parted my lips and let his intruding tongue into my mouth. I put my arms around his head and began kissing back enthusiastically. I could feel his huge member rock hard in his jeans. His cockhead, under the material of his jeans, was directly at my asshole. I pushed my ass down, hoping his cock would poke a hole though his jeans and enter me. It had been months since he had filled me up like I needed him to.
We kept kissing for a few minutes. Finally he broke the kiss and pulled back.
"I bought you a present". He put both his hands behind his head and turned back to look at the table. "You see that packet on the table? It's for you. Bring it here so we can open it. Also grab an ice pack from the freezer". I got up to do as he said.
There was a small cardboard box on the table. I grabbed it. In the freezer, I found a transparent plastic bag with ice cubes in it. I brought them back to the couch and handed it to him. He put them both on the table next to him and gestured for me to straddle him again. I got back onto his lap.
"Remember when I told you that I never wanted to see your dick ever? Well now will be the only exception". He hooked a finger into my jockstrap pouch and pushed it down, releasing my four and a half inch hard dick, which jutted straight up. He smiled. "Small, as I thought it would be. Now stay still boy. Don't move" he commanded. He picked up the ice pack and placed in on my hard on.
"Ow!" I yelped. It was freezing cold. I tried to shrink away from him but he held me with one hand firmly by my hips. He left the ice pack on my dick, reached inside the box and took out something. I looked at his hand as he showed it to me. I recognised what it was immediately.
"It's a chastity cage boy. Took some time to find the right one. The other cages were shaped like a dick and I didn't want that. It wouldn't suit you. So I chose this one. And since I guessed you'd be small down there, I ordered the smallest size". He was right too. The cage was just a shiny steel hemisphere with a small hole at the centre for pissing. From the hole led a metal tube into the cage, which I realised would go through my piss slit. He took the ice off and put it back on the table. My dick had become soft. First he put the cock ring around my balls and soft dick. Then he took a small bottle out of the box and squeezed a bit of liquid from the bottle onto his finger. He spread the liquid around the metal tube of the cock cage. Then he carefully placed the end of the metal tube at the opening of my urethra and began slowly pushing the cage in.
I groaned as I felt the metal tube entering my piss tube. It wasn't painful. Truth be told, it wasn't very uncomfortable either. The cold tip of the metal tube was slowly going up my pisstube, making it expand to accommodate it. Suddenly I felt the cage push at the tip of my penis and heard a click. The cage was locked on by some sort of padlock mechanism on the cock ring.
"Done. How do you like your present?" he asked, smiling at me. I didn't know what to say. Over the last few months, I was made to get used to having my dick completely ignored, but this was still a bit too much to process.
When I didn't answer, he went on "I didn't think you would just let me do it without resisting. I would think that most boys would protest if their dick was getting caged."
I realised that he had expected me to try and stop him. "It didn't hurt, and ...." I began to reply sheepishly.
"It doesn't matter" he interrupted me." Resisting wouldn't have made a difference anyway. It was going to happen whether you liked it or not".
"Whatever the case, this is rule number one. You were never going to use your dick for fucking, so I figured you don't need to get hard either, now do you boy?" he slapped my ass hard as he asked.
"Aah! No I don't Master" I replied. I couldn't fault his logic. But I still wasn't sure if I was excited about this. My penis was already trying to get hard in its cage and it was becoming a little uncomfortable. To distract myself I asked him "when will you take it off, so I can jack off?".
That seemed to amuse him. "Didn't you hear what I said boy? That today will be the only time I ever see your clit? I don't want to see it again,and so it's never coming off boy. From now on, no jacking off for you either".
"But then how will I cum?"
"Boy, you'll just have to learn to cum without getting hard. I'll make sure that you cum as much as you need to, so don't worry".
That got me thinking, but I couldn't understand what he meant. I decided to just trust him. I wished he would fuck me. Right now, that's what I wanted most. I wanted all of his 8 inches inside me. I had thought that after being apart for two months, fucking me would be the first thing he would do once I was here. Dammit! I tried thinking about something else. I still needed to piss bad.
"How will I piss?" I realised.
"Ofcourse you'll sit down on the toilet to piss, like a proper bitch. And no more saying piss. Boys don't piss, they pee. Good that you brought it up though. Didn't you say in the truck that you needed to pee?". I nodded my head yes. "Good. Then say it." he said grinning. It took a moment for me to realise what he meant, and when I did, it made me blush with shame. "I really need to pee Master" I told him.
"Good boy. Now go put on your clothes". He ruffled my hair as I got up.
I picked up my shorts and my tshirt from the floor, and put them on. When I was done, he said "bring your bag too" and went in through the nearest door on the right . I picked up my bag, followed him through the door, and walked into a large bedroom. The bed was king sized. There was a big window looking out onto the fields. Next to the window was a huge ceiling-to-floor mirror. The wall opposite the window and the mirror had several shelves. He pointed to one and said "That one is empty. You can put your bag in there". I opened the shelf and put my bag in. "C'mon boy, it's time for you to pee". I followed him into the bathroom.
The bathroom was big too. There was a shower stall on the left, next to a large washbasin with a mirror and shelf above it. On the right, strangely, there were two toilets side by side. The one to the immediate right was normal. The one next to it was not just smaller, it was also at a significant height lower compared to the larger one. It didn't have either a toilet cover or a toilet seat. I felt my face turn red with shame. I instinctively knew that the smaller and lower toilet was for my use. It was clear that Master wanted there to be no doubt that I was his boy. I looked at Master. He was smiling."The large toilet is for me. This one is obviously yours" he said pointing to the smaller toilet.
Next to my toilet, there was a tap, under which was a bucket and a plastic mug. There were several hangers above the tap and next to the shower. There was toilet paper in between the two toilets. At the end of the bathroom was a big tub. "Since we will be sharing the bathroom, I decided to have an additional toilet put in so I don't have to wait. Now, as I've already told you, you will sit down to pee and shit. Now take off your shorts". I took it off and placed it on a hanger. "Pull down your jockstrap to your ankles. I don't want you to take it off, just leave it on your ankles. Now sit down on your toilet". The toilet was placed so low, I was crouching when sitting on it. Master walked up to stand in front of me. His crotch was right in front of my face, and I could see his huge cock stretching his jeans and bulging outwards. I lifted my right hand and placed it gently over the tent in his jean, just enough to feel the power of his hard cock. Watching my humiliation was turning him on. Master covered my hand with his. Then he slowly rubbed my hand over his bulge. I looked up at his smiling face. "You'll be taking care of that soon enough boy. For now I'm guessing you need to pee badly. So go on". I was so desperate to piss, and I let it go. I looked down with fascination as a narrow stream of clear piss poured strongly out of the tube of my cage. Suddenly Master put his hand under my cheek and lifted my face up to look at the ceiling, out of the way, so he could see me peeing without my head blocking his view.
"Everything seems alright. You feel any pain boy?"
"No" I answered. He kept my head like that until I was done. I had almost pissed for a whole minute. Once I was done pissing, he finally let me bring my head back down.
"Pull up your jockstrap". "Now listen carefully boy. The bathroom is for the both of us. The bathroom door doesn't have a lock. When I need to take a piss or shit, I don't want to be made to wait. Since we have different toilets I don't mind you sitting on your toilet while I use mine, you sitting to pee while I take a proper piss standing. When you need to bathe, use the tap or the tub. Not the shower. The only time you get in the shower is when I want to fuck you while I have my shower. Boy you got that?"
He opened the shelf over the basin, took out a bottle and handed it to me. "A few days back, I was in the store look for a shaving kit for you when I found this. They told me that it's a hair removal cream. There is a shaving kit for you in the shelf too. I don't want to find a single hair on your body, neck down. Use whichever gets it done". "When you finish up here, meet me in the living room. I'm hungry" he said and left. I went out into the bedroom and took out my toothbrush from my bag. I walked back into the bathroom and opened the shelf above the washbasin. The shelf had two rows. On the top was Master's toothbrush, trimmer and things like that. On the bottom layer was a new unopened shaving kit and an enema bag, for me. I put my toothbrush and cream next to it and closed the shelf. I didn't want to keep master waiting. So I took one final look at my toilet, accepted my place, before turning and exiting the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
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