My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 15

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The first two days of Locktober were a breeze. After all, I’d spent a whole week caged before. Two days were nothing compared to that. It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that I started getting horny again.

Ryan returned from class in good spirits. “How’s my slut doing?” he blurted out within seconds of walking through the door.

“Happy Friday to you too,” I replied. “I’m fine, thanks.”

He smirked, then let his bag drop off his shoulder. He was excited for the weekend, but more importantly, he was excited to put me to work. See, Locktober wasn’t just about keeping me denied. Not without a deeper purpose, as he explained to me the night he locked me up for the long run. The real purpose in all of this was to make me learn my place; to make me settle into my role so that I could better serve him. The concept was easy to wrap my brain around, but difficult to put into practice. After all, it was hard to focus on Ryan’s pleasure when all my dick wanted was to bust a nut on its own. Well, I had a whole month ahead of me to rewire that mindset.

“Fuck, today was a long day.” Ryan plopped down in his chair and immediately took his shirt off. He tossed it right into the middle of the room, directly between us. “Pick that up,” he ordered.

My dick chubbed up almost instantly. I knew what I should do, maybe even what I wanted to do, but part of me still resisted. “I’m not your maid, Ryan. I’m your boyfriend.”

“Oh? And does my boyfriend think he’s going to get out of that cage at the end of the month without working for it?” He had a wicked grin on his face. He could see the gears turning in my mind as I tried to decide how to respond, and he was loving every second of it.

“I- I just-” I stuttered. Then I moved to pick up his shirt. I walked to the middle of the room and was about to bend over when he stopped me.

“Not so fast, James,” he said. He put his feet up on the desk and leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed as ever. “Take your clothes off first. Then put everything in the hamper.”

My mouth opened to protest, but I thought better this time. “Yes, Ryan,” I said quickly. I hurried to undress, feeling more exposed than usual as my clothes fell to the floor. Ryan had seen me naked a billion times at this point, yet he kept finding ways to up the ante and humiliate me even further.

“That’s more like it,” he said, sounding pleased. “Now go on. Bend over. Let me see that ass while you pick up after me.”

My cheeks flushed, but I did as I was told. I turned away and bent down, taking longer than necessary to give my boyfriend a good view. Then I grabbed his shirt, along with my own clothes, and carried it all over to the hamper. My dick was straining at that point, taking up all the space the tiny cage afforded it. God, he made me so horny.

In a moment of bold stupidity, I decided to take the initiative next. “I’m good for more than just chores, you know.” I turned to face him once more, putting my hands on my hips and forcing a brave face.

Ryan’s eyes lit up. “Is that so?” he asked. “Why don’t you start by taking off my shoes? My feet are killing me.”

My pulse quickened. Something about this was so exciting for me; it felt good to give in and accept my fate. I came over and dropped to the ground in front of him, then began to remove his shoes.

“Ahhh,” my boyfriend sighed. “Much better.”

“I can do better than that,” I told him. After pulling off his shoes and socks, I started rubbing his feet. I dug my thumbs into his soles in small circles, finding my own sense of pleasure in each ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ I elicited from him. It was satisfying to know I was doing a good job. It was also thoroughly degrading to sit there, naked and caged, getting bossed around while Ryan relaxed. And that only made me hornier.

“Fuck,” Ryan said after a few minutes of that. “Two days locked and this is the result? I can’t wait to see what a whole month does to you!”

“Me neither,” I confessed. I really, truly was enjoying myself.

While I focused my attention on one foot, Ryan’s other foot found its way to my balls. He prodded at them, gently kicking them here and there. Never enough to hurt me, but certainly enough to keep me on edge.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this arrangement,” Ryan mused. His one foot continued to rest just beneath my balls, still lifting them up and toying with them. “You take care of me all month, and in return… well, you get to take care of me.” He laughed at the idea. “And stay horny, I suppose,” he added.

I felt so pathetic, yet I couldn’t be more thrilled by his words. My brain tried to find a way to reconcile the two emotions, but all it could do was send a signal to my dick telling it to get hard. It seemed like I was beginning to adapt to the servitude, but not the chastity just yet.

“If I keep this up,” I said tentatively, “will you unlock me once the month is through?”

My boyfriend stared down at me from his chair like he was a king on a throne and I was his lowly servant. Which was true, to an extent. There was a sly look on his face, but he didn’t answer my question. “That’s enough rubbing my feet,” he said instead. “Help me out of my pants.”

“Yes, Ryan.”

I pulled off his pants and underwear in one go. His dick sprung out, no longer held back - a feeling I wouldn’t know for a long time. Seeing it in front of me, eye-level, I wanted nothing more than to suck it. I reached forward to grab it, but I was interrupted yet again.

“Ask permission.”

He drove me wild with the exertion of his power. I was beyond horny, and I’d do anything he demanded of me. “May I please suck your cock, babe?” I asked.

“Hmmm…”

“Please,” I begged. I placed my hands on his thighs, so desperate for anything he’d let me do to him. Apparently even sucking dick was above my station now.

He smiled down at me, letting me sit in the humiliation for a moment longer. “Go ahead,” he said.

With permission granted, I hungrily took his cock into my mouth. From that point on, there was no more talking. No teasing. Just the sound of sucking, moaning, and grunting as I serviced my boyfriend’s dick. He acted cool and indifferent at the start, but he quickly became enthralled by my skills. Being caged made me quite the dick-sucker, and this was the perfect opportunity to showcase the talent.

Once I felt him tense up, I forced myself forward and took his cock deep down my throat. “Fuck, James!” he grunted. “I’m gonna bust!”

I deepthroated him once, twice, three times, then he bucked his hips and began to cum.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Ryan moaned. He shoved my face out of the way and grabbed his throbbing dick, jerking himself through the rest of the orgasm. He drained his balls all over my face, painting me with thick, creamy ropes. I held my mouth open, desperate for a taste, but most of it ended up coating my skin instead.

I licked my lips when he finished, savoring the taste of my boyfriend. “That was crazy,” I muttered.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “And to think it’s only day three of Locktober! I’m gonna keep you busy, that’s for sure.”

“Can’t wait,” I replied. My dick throbbed in its cage, denied and ignored now that Ryan was taken care of. Fuck, this was gonna be a long month.