Crystal Cage Rebels 1

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The crew consisted of twenty men. Twenty naked, horny men. Each one was busy fucking their brains out, whether it be with a dildo, their fingers, or some other means. The room was loud. It was messy. And it was hot as hell.

I was the newest member of that crew. These last few weeks, I’d never been so horny in my life. I was constantly turned on, day-in and day-out. My mind was numb. My cock craved release. But all I could do was keep fucking myself.

Fuck. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. That was my job now. That’s what it meant to be part of this crew.

I slammed a dildo onto the floor in front of me, attaching the suction cup base to the smooth surface. I squatted down, lowering myself onto it, letting out a small moan as it slipped inside. I began bouncing up and down, enjoying that new, distinct pleasure that came from riding cock. It was an experience I hadn’t known before, but I was coming to love it. I fucked myself into a frenzy, rising and falling, feeling the burn in my thighs and the ache in my hole, practically drooling from how horny I was. I reached down to stroke my dick, and… right. The lockgem.

It was a new technology, one the empire was all too eager to adopt. The lockgem was a small, crystalline device that encased the penis, preventing stimulation of any kind. No erections. No sensation. No pleasure whatsoever. Instead, lockgems harnessed the wearer’s arousal and converted it to potential energy. And each member of the crew was outfitted with one.

I carried on riding, loving how full I felt with a cock inside me. It was the only pleasure I was allowed these days, so I intended to make the most of it. The last time I came was… geez, had it really been weeks ago? Back before I was scooped up by the empire and forced to serve on one of their ships. Time seemed to pass differently when you were always in a heightened state of arousal.

My dick swelled up inside its prison, leaking a fresh drop of precum through the tiny opening in front. I quickly swiped it up, then put my finger to my lips to taste myself. Yet another thing I wouldn’t have imagined doing before this all began.

“Citrine…”

That was me, wasn’t it? Jack Citrine, former farmer, current crewmember of whatever the hell this airship was named. The details didn’t matter so much these days. I brushed it off, continuing to fuck myself silly, working towards an orgasm that would never come.

“CITRINE!”

I broke out of my stupor, suddenly alert. At the head of the work room was Captain Prase. His frame took up the entire doorway, his broad shoulders casting a large shadow into the room.

“Yes, Captain!” I shot up, the dildo leaving my ass gaping as I stood to address my superior.

“My quarters. Now.”

This couldn’t be good. I walked to the front of the room, feeling the gaze of my crewmates on my back. I followed the captain out of the room, down the hall to his private quarters. I was still mind-numbingly horny, though you couldn’t tell from looking at me. The lockgem did a pretty good job stifling any visual indication of that.

The captain shut the door and locked it behind us, leaving the two of us alone. To say the room was impressive would be an understatement. It had massive floor-to-ceiling windows, granting an impressive view of the landscape down below, and it was adorned with all types of furniture and trophies, presumably from his years of service with the empire.

“Do you know why I called you here?” he prompted.

“No, Sir,” I said nervously.

“Your performance is the lowest of the bunch. If I don’t see some serious improvement, I might be forced to take disciplinary action.” He pulled the front of his military coat aside, revealing an intimidatingly large bulge.

My eyes widened.  ”Please, Sir! I’m still new here. I promise I’ll get it together.”

“I sure hope so. You’ve got a long way to go if you want to earn your keep on this ship. Even longer if you hope to ever earn a release. Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear, Sir.”

“Good. Now get back to it.”

I turned to go.

“Unless…” he said.

I paused. “Sir?”

“You know, Citrine, it’s damn near impossible to earn an orgasm on this ship. Only the top performer earns a release each week. And from the way you’ve been working, I doubt you’ll ever get there.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because I’m the one in charge. I choose who gets to cum and who doesn’t. And recently I’ve taken an interest in you and your… assets.” His eyes lowered to my ass, round and thick from all those years working the farm.

My cheeks flushed. So that’s what this was about.

“See, I might be willing to let you out from time to time… in exchange for some favors, of course.”

I felt my dick swell up inside the gem. “What would I have to do?” I asked.

The captain grinned. “How about you bend over my desk and I’ll show you?”

I felt my pulse quicken. “O- okay,” I stuttered. I approached his desk, suddenly feeling much more self-conscious about the fact that I was completely naked. I bent over, letting my bare chest touch the wood, presenting my ass to the captain.

“Just what I like to see,” he said casually. “A nice, obedient bottom to use.” I could hear him undressing behind me, first the sounds of his belt buckle, then the zipper, then a loud clank as it all fell to the floor.

“Go easy on me,” I whispered.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. Then he plunged his dick straight into me.