Frank didn't respond to Kevin because he thought he'd be able to get out of the cage. He had spent part of Monday morning googling "how to get out of a cock cage" via google, and the reports suggested that it would be easy to do so, especially if he were totally soft at the time. The reports warned that it was harder to get balls out, but Frank figured he'd cross that bridge when he got to it. He decided to try on Tuesday.
The problem was, every time he touched himself in that area, he either got hard, or harder than he was. He was hard all the time, and it wasn't comfortable. He had dreamt, both nights, of how Kevin had found his prostate and stimulated him in a way he had not been stimulated before. His nipples? Had any of his girlfriends ever played with them the way Kevin did? Or his ears. He couldn't get how Kevin had taken advantage of his ears and neck out of his mind. When Kevin was teasing him under the table at dinner, he was aroused. So, it was almost impossible for him to get to a point where he was flaccid enough to "just slip out of it," the way the web told him he could.
And the longer he waited, the more he wanted to masturbate. Frank hadn't realized how often he jerked off, but between his own masturbation, getting blown by his most current girlfriend, or if she were in the mood, screwing her, he probably shot 5 or 6 times a week. Kevin's cage prevented him from doing so at all. By the fifth day, he was going nuts, and his mother noticed.
"Good Heavens, Frankie, what's gotten into you?" she asked, after he had snapped at her when she offered him a second helping of one of his favorite dishes. He sighed "I'm sorry, mom. I just didn't get enough sleep last night." She looked at him. "Seems to me, Frankie, that you've been cranky since you came back from being with Kevin over the weekend." She smiled. "That sweet boy, sending me flowers and all that. Are you missing him, Frankie?" He looked up and yelled "NO MA, I'M NOT." Mrs. Connor put up her hands. "Ok, ok, just trying to be a mom and helping. I just wonder why he hasn't called." Frank was about to tell her that he had, but then he realized he didn't have a story for why he hadn't called back.
When he was in senior year, one of Frank's friends had remarked that when he was horny "watching a tailor iron a skirt gets me hard," and Frank had laughed. Well, now that was sort of what was happening to him. He had stopped watching television because every program had some beautiful woman in it and he'd reach down and find the metal cage.
He couldn't stand it. That Friday, he called Kevin. When Kevin saw the telephone number, he smiled, and let it go to voice mail.
"Hey, it's Frank. I wondered if we could get together this weekend sometime, maybe even tonight. Could you give me a call, Kevin?" He tried not to sound desperate, but Kevin heard it in his voice. "Let him suffer JUST a bit more," he said to himself, and he didn't answer the message for about six hours. He saw that someone had called him a few times, from a number he didn't recognize (it was the home number for Frank and his mom), but the caller didn't leave a message. "He really IS a meathead," Kevin smiled. "And that's fine. Big and stupid, big and smart, big and handsome, I'll take them all." Finally he called back.
"Hey Kevin," Frank answered. "I'm sorry I didn't call back early in the week, but," and Kevin interrupted. "Don't tell me you got tied up, frankie, it'll get me excited." When he said that, FRANK got excited. "Well, Kevin, I wonder if it's possible for us to hang out this weekend?"
Kevin sighed "Oh, frankie, I'm sorry. I thought that if we saw each other on Tuesday, we could make plans for the weekend, but when I didn't hear from you, I made other plans so, I'm not available." A fly on the wall would have seen the look of glee on Kevin's face, a look that became even more gleeful when Frank responded, in a defeated voice "oh. I see. "He took a deep breath. "Well, is there some time soon that we can get together."
"EXCELLENT," thought Kevin. "Well, hmmm. Let me get back to you. I'm going to see if I can change my plans for tonight and cancel my date this weekend. I won't be able to let you know for a few hours, but I WILL call you back." Frank breathed a sigh of relief. "Sure. Thank, Kevin." "No promises, studbull, but we'll see."
Frank spent the next two and a half hours basically sitting, waiting for the phone to ring. He thought of the prostate stimulation more than he wanted to, and he could feel his dick bang against the cage. He needed release. Desperately. He didn't even let the phone finish one ring when Kevin called back.
"Hey Kevin." "Hey handsome. Well, I have some good news. I could reschedule my Friday date so, we can get together."
"That's great," Frank responded. "I can be over in 15 minutes."
"Not so fast, frankie. You can come over if you plan to spend the night and Saturday night too. Frankie, if I'm going to unlock you, you're going to have to show your gratitude. And also, you didn't return my first call and for that, my fine future cop, you'll have to be punished." Frank gulped, and felt his cock bang against the cage again. "I understand."
"Ok, so you may want to pack a few things. My clothes will never fit you. Spruce up, stud. Tell your mom we're hitting the town and because we'll be out so late, you're spending the night at my place." Frank gulped. He kept on thinking about "you'll have to be punished." "Ok, Kevin. I'll text you when I leave."
"WOW, FRANKIE. You must be trying to impress me!" Kevin opened the door to his house. Frank had changed into a charcoal gray polo shirt and a pair of white pants. He hadn't realized until he was in his car that the pants were so tight that the outline of the cage showed through them. "Come on in, have a seat. No, wait. First," Kevin closed the door. "Let me see you put your hands behind your back, and puff out your chest. Punishment starts now. It has many parts." Frank sighed. He took a position he'd find himself in many times with Kevin. Kevin brushed the tips of his thumbs over Frank's nipples in as gentle a way as possible. It drove Frank crazy and he murmured "OH FUCK", which provoked a laugh from Kevin.
"See, frankie? You probably thought punishment was coming another way. Maybe it is. But right now..." He took more of the flesh of Frank's nipples in his fingers and squeezed. Frank's moans got louder and again, the banging against the cage...
"Please Kevin, I need..." Kevin gave him a leer. "You need discipline frankie. And you need a lot more. How about we just have a seat for a few minutes and let me show you how glad I am to see you again, sexy." He motioned toward the sofa. Frank sat down, and Kevin sat down right next to him, draped his arm around his shoulders, and put his lips against Frank's. "You're a much better kisser than you may think, frankie. And you know what? You deserve a good kisser to, well, stimulate you. Open up." Kevin's hand had dropped back down to Frank's nipple, and he slid his leg onto Frank's brushing against his crotch. His tongue dove into Frank's mouth as he kissed him. The combination was driving Frank even crazier.
"OH GOD, Kevin. I wish I could've done what you did to my... what did you call it, my prostate?"
"Ha ha. Well, I'll give you something to take care of that frankie." He kept up his teasing of Frank's nipple. "So, I suppose you know some of what I have planned don't you?"
"You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" Kevin smiled. "That's right. But that's coming later because I think it's time to go to punishment part 2. Let's get you into that chair. I'm tying you up for the next part." Frank sighed. He was going to plead with Kevin to unlock him first, but he thought that would be a mistake. He felt a zip tie going around his wrists. "Oh, I can't wait until you have a pair of handcuffs with you at all times, frankie. You're gonna love using them on yourself. I promise." Kevin stopped. "Frankie, you're not wearing the shoes I prepared for you." Frank looked down. "Uh, I didn't know you wanted me to wear them." "Well, how am I going to make sure you don't run away, frankie? I'll have to fix these, too. Loafers are nice. But for now, slip them off, and spread your legs."
"What are you gonna do, Kevin?" Kevin smiled. "Whatever I want." Frank saw him pick up what looked like a small spatula. He smacked it against the palm of his hand, and Frank winced: he thought it was about to come down on his balls.
"Please, Kevin, don't do that." "Don't do what, frankie?" Kevin began gently stroking the spatula across frank's crotch. "Now, how do you like THAT, frankie? You thought I was gonna beat them, and maybe I will. But this? This is much more, well, exquisite." Again, the light touch stimulated Frank, but he couldn't do anything. Kevin kept that up for about five minutes before he went back to Frank's nipples. "When I get you naked, big guy, I'm introducing you to the world of nipple clamps. And when you get home, if you steal a couple of your mom's clothespins, you can practice for our next session." Frank had his head thrown back and his teeth clenched. "PLEASE KEVIN, PLEASE." Kevin tapped Frank's junk and the sensation made Frank cry out. "Now, frankie, one thing you're going to have to learn is that, given our positions, you don't get release until after I do, and I'm not quite ready because, well, it's time for punishment part 3. And this part needs for you to get naked, so." He undid the zip tie. "Get to it buddy. And when you're done, assume the position that you did when you came in." Frank looked surprised and Kevin laughed. "You ARE spending the night frankie, and we ARE going to fuck. You were gonna get naked eventually." Frank sighed. He did what he was told, and Kevin began walking around him slowly. Kevin's hand was cold, as he squeezed the back of Frank's neck.
"That ass of yours, frankie. So beautiful. Frank took a big breath when he felt Kevin's thumb at his hole. "You do your squats this week, big boy?"
"Yeah, I did." "Good. That will make this sweeter. Let's head to the bedroom. When they got there, Kevin sat at the edge of the bed. He hadn't opened his pants, but he didn't need to for Frank to see he was very, very hard. "OH SHIT" snuck out when he saw Kevin pick up a big paddle.
"Spanking time, frankie. Over my knees." "Wait. Can't we do something else, Kevin?" Kevin laughed. "Sure. You can head back home and see if you can find someone to help you out of the cage, but I think you'd rather take twenty." He was right. Frank lay down across Kevin's knees. They were boney, and he felt them in his abdomen. He forgot what they felt like when the first WHACK came down.
"OW. Kevin, GEEZ. Take it easy." The second WHACK came down. "No, frankie, I'm not taking it easy because you need to learn a lesson." WHACK. "You may not completely understand the position you're in." WHACK. "But here's part of it. If I tell you to do something, like come to my place, WHACK, you do it, or you have a REAL good explanation. WHACK. Taking your mom to the store, that's a good explanation. WHACK. Getting fitted for a tighter uniform, WHACK. That's a good explanation. BUT YOU DO NOT WHACK, IGNORE, WHACK, ME. WHACK WHACK WHACK. UNDERSTAND?" Frank had stopped trying not to cry at the seventh paddling and he answered through tears. "I do. I do. It won't happen again. I promise." Kevin stopped the beating. "It better not, because I don't think your mom is ready to find out what our relationship is."
"DON'T INVOLVE MY MOM, KEVIN. PLEASE????"
"Ha. I think if you asked her, she'd have figured it out. She probably saw pre-cum in your shorts this week, and she'll see it again. But whether I involve her or not, that's up to you." He put the paddle aside. "Well, I think we're done with punishment, for now. You get on the bed on your back. There are stirrups on the side. Slip your wrists into them." As Frank did what he was told, Kevin picked up his "shorts." Frank had worn a posing thong.
"Hey, these are GREAT frankie. Small enough to ball up and put in your mouth. I was planning to gag you this weekend, so no time like the present. Open up." Kevin's hand on Frank's balls was all the encouragement he needed, and Kevin shoved the thong into his mouth. Frank nearly gagged at his own smell, but his hormones kicked into action too.
"Let's see if we can coordinate things, frankie. I'll unlock you and we'll see if we can cum together." As the key went into the lock and the cage opened, Frank gave a big sigh of relief. "Don't get too comfy, frankie, because as soon as you finish, it's going right back on."
"MMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!" Frank tried to scream through the thong gag, and Kevin laughed. "Glad you agee. Now, let's see if I can find the spot again." He lifted up Frank's legs by the ankles, and Frank closed his eyes as he felt his ass taken for the third time in a week. "Still like getting wrapped in a silk robe, frankie. SOOOOOOOOOO sweet."
"MMMMMMMMMPH," Frank was trying to spit out the gag and when Kevin saw it moving out, he stopped thrusting. "I have duct tape, frankie. I'll seal that gag in you really good if you keep giving me trouble. We understand each other?" The fight went out of Frank: he stop resisting and lay back as the piston that was Kevin's cock began working harder and faster. "You know that there'll be more punishment if you shoot before me, frankie. You have to start learning the rules. OH, there's the spot." It was. Kevin's cockhead was right up against Frank's prostate and, well, if the gag hadn't been in place, the scream would have been terrifying. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" came out of Frank at the same time his jizz did. He was breathing hard and trying to apologize over the gag. Kevin just kept pounding away. His thrusts got faster, and faster. "I didn't set a timer, frankie, and that's ok because your punishment..., oh, it's gonna be sweet and you're gonna be SO sorry you pissed me off. TAKE IT YOU FUCKING BEEFCAKE" Kevin thrust forward and got deeper than he had on the first two times he had taken Frank. His bottom felt the liquids pouring into him. Frank was relieved that he had shot a load, but "punishment" stuck in his head. As Kevin finished, he looked at Frank. "You sure you're done, frankie? Because I can squeeze these eggs for more juice." He took Frank's balls in his hand and began rolling them around. Frank's whole body was so sensitive that he moaned, again through the gag. "Let's hear what the big man, the big BOTTOM has to say." Kevin pulled the thong out of Frank's mouth.
"I'm sorry, Kevin. I'm really sorry. I thought I could hold it but when you rub that spot." He saw the look of satisfaction on Kevin's face. "You're going to have to do a LOT more practicing frankie, and I know just what to do." He lay down beside Frank and snuggled him, running a finger around a nipple. "You have no idea how badly I want to tickle those pits of yours, frankie. Maybe later. But I want to ask you: I can understand the shaved torso, since you do your posing and flexing but, your armpits too? You shave those?
"Yeah, I do because there are a lot of poses where my arms are up. The judges don't like to see the hair." "Neither do I, frankie. A shaved pit is much more sensitive. Sorry, I can't resist." Kevin dug his fingers into Frank's pits and began tickling him. The big man began to shake, and to giggle then laugh out loud. "OH, we should make a video sometime, frankie. After you get your cop suit. The capture and torture of one of the city's finest."
"NO. NO. Nothing with my uniform. PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA". "Well, I hadn't planned on tickling you, frankie, but it was irresistible. What I AM going to do is...you wouldn't know this, but you body builders have something in common with a lot of subs and bottoms. You're all shaved down. But you, frankie, one part of you isn't shaven and, well, I need to take care of that."
"What? What are you shaving?"
"Your box, handsome. I don't understand why it's not shaved the way most body builders do."
"I... I... no, please." It was too late. Kevin had a cloth, and shaving lotion. He had Frank lathered up and he took out his razor. "Keep very still, frankie because you don't want me to slip, do you?" "Nnnnno. Please be careful, Kevin. Please." Frank closed his eyes, and he could feel the razor going up and down and heard Kevin humming and almost purring as he completed the shaving. "Now, this is gonna itch in a few days, frankie, especially with the cage but, you know, that's life. It's part of the subjugation process." Frank saw Kevin had a new cage with him. "Just in case you worked on the old one. Let's give you something fresh." Kevin cleaned up any jizz around Frank's cock and then he locked it on.
"You'll get a ball spreader and a dildo before I send you home, frankie. You'll be able to practice finding your spot. But really, you're going to regret it. Believe me."
"You're a fucking sadistic bastard," ran through Frank's mind, but he didn't dare say it. "I think we have to get you up off that bed and cleaned up. I don't know about you, but I'm starving, and you're probably hungry too." Just before he took Frank's wrists out of the stirrups, Kevin asked: "you like a good blowjob, frankie?" Frank answered automatically, "Yeah, I do." Then when he saw the look on Kevin's face, he thought "oh shit," and thought it again when Kevin said "So do I. And I'm gonna get one. But not quite yet. And don't think about biting my torpedo frankie because, like I said, I got lots of gags." He pulled out a ring gag and showed it to Frank. "Once this is in your mouth, we can have some fun. Or at least I can." He helped Frank up off the bed. "Let's get you cleaned up and dressed frankie. We're going out to a great place with good food. It's gay, but don't worry, I'll be there to protect you."