Brad woke up when the fingers started circling his nipple. He tried to resist, but he began to get excited. "Oh yes. That's the spot Sir. That's the spot." Hal pulled him closer, so that he could whisper into his ear. "You're gonna get FUCKED brad, because that's what happens to a FUCKTOI." Brad's moan was a combination of the sensation from his nip being toyed with, and the fear of cock in his ass again. "Please Sir. You fucked me not that long ago." Then Hal pinched his nipple rather than playing with it. "I'll fuck you whenever I want. And I wanna fuck you right now. " Brad sighed. "Yes sir." "Roll on your belly. I'm taking you from behind. Like the fucking dog you are." "Please Sir. Go easy. Please. " He heard Hal just laugh. Then he felt the stab in his butt. He didn't remember Hal being that hard, or that vicious. "OW. Please SIr, it hurts. I'm sore. PLEASE." He felt Hal's hand cover his mouth, and he heard him say, roughly, 'SHUT UP MANCUNT. JUST SHUT UP AND TAKE YOUR MASTER'S COCK." The pounding continued. Hal had taken him a few times already, and brad thought he knew how many thrusts before Hal came. This time, it was much more. He felt like he was being sliced in half. He tried to scream through Hal's hand, and all he could hear was a muffled cry. He felt the tears at his eyes. Hal laughed. "I'll drink those tears you CUNT." He pushed more. When was it going to end? Brad was ready to sob. "Tighten your ass muscles bitch. TIGHTEN THEM. Take my mansperm." Brad felt Hal's teeth on his ear. They bit so hard, he could feel a little blood flowing. Then his ass was flooded by Hal's cum. He heard him mutter "fucking str8 boi cunt," before he rolled off of him. "
That's when brad woke up. His cock was RIGID in the cage Hal had made him wear. He was locked in Hal's embrace, with no way of getting out. He had dreamed the whole thing. Hal was snoring away, the way he did when he slept. And brad was harder than he had ever been. "What the fuck? " he thought. "Is he getting to me? Am I actually becoming his... bitch?" He dropped back into a fitful sleep after he saw, it was only 3 a.m.
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The alarm went off at 6, the time Brad wanted. Hal was awake, and a little surprised brad was not. "Hey handsome. Rise and shine. How you gonna catch the worm if you aren't the early bird." Brad answered like a school child. "I don't wanna go to work today." Hal massaged the back of his neck. "Hey. You ok? You feeling alright brad?" "I don't wanna go to work today, Sir. I'm calling in sick." Hal laughed. "Well, I bet that would surprise everyone. Have you ever missed a day of work for being sick?" "No sir." Hal put his hand on Brad's forehead. "Hmmm. You don't feel warm. You sure you're sick?" Brad didn't answer. Then he croaked out "I didn't sleep well Sir." Hal got out of bed, and took a look. He smiled, and laughed. "HOLY SHIT. Look at all that precum. What in the name of God were you dreaming of?" "What do you think Sir? You were fucking me all night." "Oh, from your mouth to God's ear, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad." I never touched you after you went to sleep." "I don't wanna go to work Sir. I don't wanna go to the gym either." Now, Hal was perking up. He understood what had happened. "Well, here's how we can do this. Cause I'm going to work. Now, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, you can go to work, business as usual, or you CAN stay here. But if you stay here... well, there's a little cage down in the basement. You'll spend the day there. Locked up. No phone, a chamber pot, and some food in reach for when you're hungry. When I come home, you'll clean up, and we'll just continue with our lives." He ran his fingers through brad's hair. "Whatcha wanna do, handsome?" Brad opened his eyes. The thought of being locked up in the cage DID appeal to him somewhat. But for the whole day? "I'll go to work Sir. Can I skip the gym?" "OF COURSE you can, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. It'll give us more time together. " Then Hal looked down at brad's locked up cock. "OH MY. You had some REALLY serious erotic gyms, didn't you bradford? Ha ha. I thought I'd need two whole weeks to turn you into a LUV slave. It may take less than that." Brad was embarrassed by what had happened. He remembered crying in the dream, and feeling like he was being abused. But still... "I'm sorry Sir. I'll clean it tonight. " "Nah, I'll get it done before I leave. You go get your shower, and I'll pick out what you're wearing today." As Brad walked off, he realized how excited it got him when Hal picked his clothes. He felt, well, "sexy," because Hal had such a good eye for what made him look good. And he knew, because he'd get texts from Hal, that Hal was thinking about him, and what he was planning to do to him. Just washing, he was getting hard in the cage again. (One thing he was learning was that, because he couldn't climax, Brad was having erection after erection, and each one left him more generally aroused than the one before. How he was gonna get through work, and the gym, he didn't know. ( Hal had picked out a "banker's shirt: light blue body, white collar, French cuffs. "I've never worn cufflinks" brad said. "Not even at my wedding." "Well, you're wearing them today. And suspenders. And a bow tie." Brad blanched a little. This was FAR from his usual outfit. "Do I have to?" "DO I HAVE TO? You know the answer to that. Especially if you want the cage taken off tonight." Brad's eyes got big. "You're gonna take it off tonight?" "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe. All depends. I'm gonna need to check if you're broken tonight. And if you are... I won't need it." "I"m not broken Hal. I'm not your bitch." "We'll see... " He looked over the dressed brad. "Now don't you just look, well, fuckable. " He put brad in front of the mirror and as he licked brad's ear, whispered "put your hands behind your back, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. See how sexy you look. Look how your nips point out. Now think how my tongue, my fingers, are gonna feel on them tonight." brad was so hypersensitive from the dream, and the constant erections in the cage, he was already going to burst. He just moaned. "Please Sir. I don't wanna have to change my suit before I leave." "Hah hah hah. One last thing brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Think about it. You leave in your own car, every day. You have your phone. You have lots of different ways to escape, and never come back. But you come back each night. Think about that, fucktoi. " Brad put down his head, thinking . "I'll tell you why. You WANT this. Nothing happened to you that you didn't want. And it's gonna keep happening." As he drove to work that morning, brad thought about what Hal had said. Hal was right, but brad had wanted it in smaller doses. He had thought about being a man's cum dump, of being tied up, and used, but never anything this complete. He had looked at chastity cages, and thought one day, he'd be brave enough to try them. Now, well.. Hal kept on talking about turning him into his fuck slave: his bitch. If that wasn't what was happening now, what was it? Maybe he could ask. Before he went into the office, he realized he had a call to make. "Hey, Lyn sweetie, it's braddie here." "SWEETHEART. Oh, a surprise I wasn't sure why you didn't call back right away. Everything ok?" "Oh yeah, hon. It's great. I really was all tied up that night." He laughed. "Seems that no matter how you try, you're always answering to some Master." "Oh you poor boy. Are you having fun with Hal." He laughed. "Oh, the man is full of new ideas. I'm not gonna be able to tell you about some of them, but you may see some new things on your husband when you come back." "OH???? Like what? You haven't gotten a tattoo or anything have you?" Brad laughed. Hal didn't have any tattoos. He didn't put it past him to make him get one though. "No, nothing like that. I think though, that Hal has convinced me to shave down, like a swimmer." "OOOOH. That would be interesting. I could imagine an Olympic swimmer is coming to bed with me, ha ha. " He paused. "Is the house ok?" "I'm visiting it, but you know, Hal has such a much bigger house, I'm spending most of my time there." "HE DOES? " "Oh,yeah. It's over in the hoity part of town. Three stories. I think he has seven rooms." She laughed "Well maybe we could ALL move in, give up that barn. Save more money for college for the kids." He laughed. "Bradley, are you ok with me being away for two weeks?" "Well, it surprised me, but if you think it's best for your mom, do it. Are the kids having fun? "OH YES. Mom and Dad are just in pig heaven. " "Me too" thought brad, not meaning to. "Well, ok, sweetie, I'm sure you have more important things to do than chat with me, but thanks. You just go and kill the business world today bradley. I'll let you know when I'm on the way back." They exchanged kisses. When he got off the phone, he saw Hal had sent him a text with a photo. It was Hal's erection. It had the message "thinking about when you get home tonight. " And again, brad's cock bumped up against the cage.
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Brad walked into the office, and his secretary looked up. "Oh my. Someone went retro and it works. Aren't YOU the sexy beast." He laughed. "STOP. I just wanted to try something new." She laughed. "It's got to be your new friend. For your entire work life, you came in in a white shirt, a rep tie, and either a blue or grey suit." "Well... I'm wearing a grey suit. " "Yeah, but it's not one of those baggy things you used to wear. THANK GOD brad, someone persuaded you to show off your gains from the gym." As he sat down, he realized: she was right. All those times that he went to Pockets and sucked cock, no one had ever said anything other than "suck it fucker," or some such thing. No one had ever admired him, called him handsome, told him he was hot. How many times a day did Hal say something like that. Didn't he whisper last night "goddamn it brad, you are just so fucking sexy?" "BANG." Another hit against the cage. He tried to focus and turned on his computer. A message from Hal, with another picture. This time it was brad sleeping, the blankets thrown off of him. The message said "I can't decide whether this is cute, hot, or both. All I know is: it's a keeper." If brad wondered why he went back to Hal, he had an answer here. Late in the morning, his colleague Ken came knocking on his door. "Hey, Brad, I'm gonna head out to the gym after work, then maybe catch a few drinks. Wanna join me?" "Uh, gym yeah, sure. I was planning to go myself. But I got plans after that, so maybe another time. " Ken smiled. "Sure. No problem. By the way, nice shirt. Great tie. Hal at the department store pick that out for you?" Brad looked up. "He did. You know Hal?" Ken smiled "Long, LONG time. We met under, less than pristine circumstances, but I used to spend a lot of time with him. " Ken paused. "Has he propositioned you yet?" Brad turned beet red and Ken answered. "I guess that means yes. No prob. He propositioned me too. I accepted. I don't regret it." "I... I.... I don't know what you're talking about Ken. Sorry." Ken laughed. "Ok brad. Gym this afternoon. Rain check on drinks. " He paused. "You know, it's been a while since I spoke to Hal. Maybe I'll give him a call."
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"YOU KNOW KEN WHO WORKS WITH ME?" That's how brad opened an afternoon call to Hal, who just laughed. "Oh yeah. Big red Ken. Really tall. Big lips. GOD those lips! I remember he was so tall I was afraid there wouldn't be room for his legs when I fucked him." "YOU FUCKED ONE OF MY CO WORKERS?" "Oh , probably more than one, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Your company hired a lot of people, and it's not that big a town." Brad was silent. "Hey, listen up brad, why the hell are you so worried now? You gonna break up with me because I have a sex life before you? Get over it. Right now, my sex life is you. And speaking of that, don't spend too long at the gym. We got a lot to do tonight." Brad's innate paranoia was getting to him. He knew there was no way to avoid the photos that Hal already had, and the information he had about his body. If Hal didn't want him to leave, or the relationship to end, it wasnt' happening. But now... all the effort he spent keeping this stuff quiet... it could all fall apart. SHIT! He thought to himself. "Why the hell did I ever walk into that bar the first time?" After work, at the gym, Ken was spotting for him, and out of the blue "yeah, I sort of fooled around with Hal for a year before I settle in with Melissa. Good guy. We had fun." "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, Ken, fooling around?" "Oh yeah, all the stuff, all kinds of playing around. Lots of mutual j.o., things like that. " "But no..." Ken laughed "OH NO. Never that. " "Hmmm. Hal told him something else. He began to think: if he were confronted with his relationship with Hal, would he put a spin on it?"
He managed to avoid Ken or anyone else seeing his cage when he showered. Thinking about what was in front of him was getting him excited, and the cage got banged up again. He was really getting sore from it. When he dressed, he couldn't figure out the bow tie, so he just left his shirt opened, and he didn't use the suspenders: they were cosmetic. Hal had had the suit tailored so it fit snugly. He remembered how Hal had run his hand up and down brad's ass, purring "unless you want someone to rip those pants opened, you better be wearing a jacket.
The day was warm, so he tossed his jacket in the back of the car, and rolled his sleeves. He checked his phone just before he began driving. Another text from Hal. This time, with a picture of the torture chair, and a bunch of toys. "We're waiting..." If brad said he wasn't looking forward to it, he was lying.
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When he walked into Hal's house, brad knew the rules. He had to stand, hands behind his back and his chest pushed out, until Hal had checked him out. Hal was smiling. "Well, well. You made my work easier for me tonight, didn't you brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad?" Instead of going directly for brad's nips, he poked his finger in brad's shirt, circling his navel. "Yes sir. I tried.." Hal's touch was getting him even more excited than he was. "Please Sir. Can the cage come off tonight?" "We'll see, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. We'll see. Hmmm. They look perky tonight... " He began running his thumbs over each nip. "You musta been thinking about what Ken and I did." "OOOOOOH. He said you didn't have sex." Hal laughed. "Is that right? Maybe I'll invite him to dinner. I'll mention certain birth marks and hot spots. I can compare them to yours." "NO. DON'T" "OOOH GODDDDDD" Hal hadn't stopped playing with brad's nipples. "I may actually share my findings with Lyn. She deserves a good sex life. And even an anonymous dildo with a note 'try it on your husband' "NO. DON'T DO THAT. PLEASE DONT" "Why not, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? You like getting fucked with a dildo, and it may spice things up. " Brad was sputtering because the nipple play was getting him more and more aroused. He didn't have an answer, and he couldn't think anyway, because he was about to explode . He needed to get laid. NOW. Hal had a grin on his face as he opened brad's shirt. "look at that beautiful, sexy trunk. GOD.. " He put his mouth down and, instead of nibbling brad's tits, he licked his body , up and down and all over. "OH SHIT SIR. GOD, why are you teasing me.." Hal laughed. Because you know what you're gonna do tonight, stud? You're gonna kiss me." "NO. NOT THAT. I KISS MY WIFE. NO ONE ELSE." Hal pointed to the bed. "Lay down. Face up." Once he did, Hal put his hand on Brad's crotch. "I wonder what you'd do to get that taken off? Hmmm. " "Fuck me. Please. I'll hold my legs up as long as you want." "That's it? I already fucked you and I'm gonna fuck you anyway. Gotta do better." Brad was gasping for breath as Hal opened his zipper, and began teasing his locked cock. "I... I told you I wasn't ticklish. I'm not, but... I have one spot. I'll tell you. I will. " "ha ha. NOW we're getting somewhere. But we're not going where you want, without a kiss." "MMMMMMM. " In fact, brad was DYING to be kissed by this man, but he didn't want to play out the "what ifs." Then he felt Hal's mouth on his eyelid, giving a little pec. "OH FUCK. YES. YES. KISS ME TOPMAN." Hal pressed his lips to brad, who opened his immediately. Hal's tongue flew in and got to work. He hadn't tied up brad, and brad threw all the "what ifs' out the window, and hugged Hal hard, pulling his tongue in even further. " "Geez, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Someone's wanted that for a while. "Yes sir... Longer than I've wanted your cock." "Heh heh. Oh, you're gonna get my cock, and it's gonna get you even more aroused, and harder... " Hal put on a condom, and slipped inside brad. His bottom moaned, and moaned loudly. "Tighten your sphincters brad. Just like at the gym. Hold me in there. " Brad did, and it felt SO DAMN GOOD. "Don't take it out SIR. Keep me filled. Please. Just keep me filled." "Oh, we can arrange that. Maybe not with my cock, but we can arrange that.." While he was fucking him, Hal held brad's balls, and rolled them in his hands. When he gave one final push, and shot into the condom, he gripped the balls tighter. "Someone needs to shoot, doesn't he?" "Yes sir. Badly. Please unlock me. Please let me cum." "Ha ha. I don't think so?" There was a wail that came out of brad. "Why not SIR? I did everything you wanted." "Did you now brad? You sure about that? " He twisted brad's balls a little and then brad realized. Oh shit. He was gonna stay locked up until... He took a deep breath. "I give. I surrender. I submit. Master. I'm your slave. I belong to you. " "You know what that means, brad, don't you?" "Not really Sir. But I know it means: you're the boss. no more smart mouthing. No more arguing. I'm your bitch." "Well, that'll be good enough for now." He reached over and pulled out a key, and unlocked brad's cock. "No hands this time, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. I know how we're gonna get you off." He lay on top of brad, and held him tight. He kissed him, more tongue down his throat. He nibbled brad's ear, rubbed his neck gently. Brad was so overwhelmed he didn't care if he got a hickey. He didn't protest. He had surrendered. He belonged to this man. It was... something he always wanted: to be owned by another man. "FUCCCCCCK... " he began to shoot in the space between their bodies. "OH SHIT that was amazing Sir. It was amazing." He paused. "Do I have permission to kiss you Sir?" He didn't wait for an answer, but kissed Hal directly. "I belong to you Sir. You're my Master." Hal chuckled thinking "it took less than a week. The rest of this time is gonna be FUN."