The Beast

He told me he wanted to see my dick - he heard it was big. I’d had the request before. It starts out with “lemme see it”, then quickly becomes, “let me see you jerk it” Then the guy watches me, transfixed until the thirst becomes too much for him and finally he asks “can I suck you off?” 

All pretense disappears at that moment. He’s at his most pathetic - well almost. If I say “nah, I’m not into that shit” - THAT’s his most pathetic. He’s either forced to beg for a mouthful of my cum or just give up all together. Either choice makes him a total fag. 


But this guy was holding out on me. He wanted to see me jack off, but he wasn’t going the extra step. He couldn’t gather the nerve to ask, I assumed. Meanwhile, I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I edged myself, drawing it out, hoping he’d give in and just fucking ask. I was hovering on the brink when finally I broke the silence.

“I’m really close man, I’m gonna fucking cum!” I didn’t even look up, I was mesmerized by my own dick. I felt my balls churning, I was about to explode. “Uunnnnngh….” And just as I moaned I heard his voice.

“Get yer hands off yer dick bitch-boy”

I paused, then slowed my stroke and shot back at him, “you wanna finish it?”

“Hands off!”

I let go and looked up at him. He’d been recording the whole thing on his phone! My grin instantly vanished. I couldn’t speak. Panic surged through my naked body. 

“Put this on right now, or I post it.”

The metal chastity cage in his hand looked fucking medieval. I’d heard about these things before but never seen one. There was no padlock on it, just a built in locking mechanism. 

“You’ve got two seconds to decide.” he warned.

“Ok ok!” I responded, reaching for the device.

Then he continued to record as I stuffed my engorged manhood into its torture chamber. It wasn’t easy - I was so fucking hard - so close to relief. Eventually I managed to stuff my balls through and stifle my erection enough to fit it on. My semi-hard meat now bent downward - aching. He reached down and gave it a tug.

“Unnngh!” 

Then all to quickly, he inserted the key, gave it a twist and pocketed it. My heart pounded in my chest as a sense of utter betrayal and vulnerability overtook me. He’d just locked my dick up, broken my beautiful erection. Tricked me into blue-balling myself then denied me an orgasm! And yet, despite it all, I couldn’t seem to go fully limp inside the cage. It must have been the ring around the base of my balls. My cock was bulging obscenely through the bars. 
With his camera, he zoomed in on the humiliating hunk of steel between my legs, then panned up to my blushing face. I still couldn’t speak.

“Not such a big fuckin dick now is it, Bitch-boy? Enjoy your semester, I’m sure you’ll find some other hobby” And with that he stopped recording and left my room. He could post that video at any time. He could splice it however he wanted, put my name on it, post it anywhere! My gut was boiling with anxiety. A Semester?


A couple days later, I broke down and went to his room. I had to try to reason with him. I couldn’t sleep, my dick kept getting hard inside the cage. The aching was so pervasive it was all I could think about, even when I was flaccid, there was a phantom pain across the top of my bent shaft. Plus I needed to get off really bad - I wasn’t used to going more than a day at most.

“It hurts so much dude, please can you let me out?”

He didn’t even look up at me, “Shouldn’t have bragged about yer dick. Word gets around, some fucking freshman with a beast in his pants…acting like he’s the shit. Punishment ain’t supposed to feel good”

“Please! Man!” I begged, cradling my locked junk. It was humiliating.

He looked over at me, staring into my eyes as he spoke. “That pain is there for a reason, Freshman. It means the cage is working. Each time you feel that sting, each time you bend over like a bitch because you got hard in your little cage - That means your dick is learning, shrinking down to its new size.

“Please fuck! I’m sorry man, please! I’ll never talk about my dick again dude, I swear!!”
“I know you won’t man. By next semester, you won’t have nearly as much to brag about”, he chuckled. “That shit’s permanent, bitch-boy.”

I stared up at him, face flushed fighting back tears of terror. The thought of my dick being locked for a whole semester was gut-wrenching, but the thought of losing precious inches was horrifying.

“Well, I say a semester, but really everyone is different, could take a year actually. Point is…. get used to it.”

Conquered Manhood.