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Now I know how to get a promotion at work!     great story and chapters.     Love the fisting, and using the jar of cum to get elbow deep.    Gravity might have allowed him to take it shoulder deep.     Having him clean the arms of cum, mucous, and ass slime would have been hot to me, but that may be because I had to lick the arm clean after I was fisted, just like I would clean a cock after it fucked me. 

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Chapter 22

 

I got up on the Tuesday morning and organised my travel bag for NY, I didn’t really know what to bring with me. I had packed a few essentials, fresh underwear, jeans and a couple of shirts. I wore my suit to travel in to avoid it getting crushed in my bag.

I arrived in NY just before 10am, I got the subway up past midtown to my hotel, near central park. It was one of the old classic hotel buildings in the city. When I was checking in with the details my company had made I found out I had a suite. The room was split into 3, a sitting room with a TV, a dining table and a mini bar, through double doors into the bed room with en suite. I had never stayed in such a fancy room before. I had a quite look around, dumped my stuff and headed to the NY office for the first of an afternoon of meetings.

I got to the building about 30 minutes before the first meeting, giving me time to meet the CEO and go over what bids and proposals we would discuss. I had never met the CEO before, from what I heard around the office is that he is a charismatic guy but someone you don’t want to get on the wrong side of. I made sure to keep my wits about me. I sat waiting in one of the conference rooms, I’d lay out the proposals and all the information that was relevant to the meeting, the table had a fresh jug of water in the middle. I’d made sure there was tea and coffee and some mint biscuits if the meeting started to go on. About 10 minutes before the meeting was scheduled the CEO, Mr Black walked into the room. He was in his late 40’s, about 6ft, with a muscle build, he looked like a runner. His hair was silver and swept to the side in a professional style, and he wore a well fitted black pinstripe suit with an expensive crisp white shirt, but no tie. He was stylish yet not too uptight looking, he had a familiar quality to him;

“Mr Black, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said standing and reaching my hand out to shake his.

“Please, call me Stew. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you John.”

He sat and began to look through the paper work I had lay out on the table. We briefly discussed the proposal bid and went over our line of presentation and how I was there to fill in the information and numbers when needed. Stew started to pour out some water into the glasses, there was a knock on the door and an assistant introduced the investors, I went over to greet them as they entered, introducing Stew, as Mr Black to each of them, however each time he corrected me and invited them to call him Stew. We all sat and began to go through the meeting, after a while Stew had passed me my second glass of water and I realised the Jug was finished. I eventually offered to make Tea or Coffee if everyone wanted to take 5 minutes. We made our way through the rest of the afternoon and about 2 pots of coffee by the time we decided to call it a day for the meeting and pick up where we left off the following morning.

Once we had tidied everything up in the conference room, myself and Stew were heading towards the elevators.

“I want you take another look at a couple of these files again tonight, I want to make sure we’re prepared for tomorrow. I’ve some things I need to look into here, I’ll see you in the morning.” Stew headed off down the corridor before I had the chance to say anything.

I headed back to my hotel and ordered room service, I had a lot to look over. After sitting for a few hours I headed for a piss and suddenly remembered I still had this cage on my cock. Shit, I forgot. I’d been so wrapped in work I forgot about going to a sex shop to find a way out of this. I quickly grabbed my phone and found a shop that was open till midnight. I threw on jeans and a top and headed out the door. I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb in my suit. I got the subway downtown and within 20minutes I was making my way through the door.

The shop was dimly light and the walls were dark with shelves filled with toy’s and fetish gear. There was a section for most things, Lube, toy’s, jockstraps, novelty gifts, clothing, rubber, leather. It was a big selection, I eventually found the chastity devices, there weren’t many but I seen the one that looked like mine, I studied the boxes and hoped I’d found a match. I had a bit more of a browse and then headed to the counter. The attendant was maybe mid-30’s, clean cut looking but had a silver necklace around his neck with a biohazard on it. He wasn’t as innocent as he looked, I thought.

He took the box and scanned it, he was packing it into a brown bag when he stopped and looked at me.

“These are a top seller, they’re the best in the market. Each one is unique.”

I must have given him a wide-eyed look

“You know each one of these comes with a different key?”

He looked at me intently, he must have guessed I didn’t have a sub guy waiting for me to lock his cock up.

“Oh, right. Good, great” I stammered, trying to act casual.

“Listen, whoever put it on you will eventually take it off, save yourself the hassle and the 50 bucks and go with the flow. Or if you really can’t wait the ER are used to removing them by now. Just the awkward looks you’d probably rather avoid”

“I, erm. The thing is, I’ve not heard anything from the guy who put it on me and I’m scared he might never take it off.”

The guys face softened and he looked sympathetic.

“Listen, give it a couple of weeks, if you don’t hear from the guy pop back in and see me and i’ll see if I can help out.”

I didn’t tell him I was from out of town, I just smiled and thanked him.

“Here if you’re struggling to get off while locked up. I have a suggestion.”

I looked at him and for the first time really thought about being horny, what could I do? My sex drive had been pretty much destroyed after everything that had happened to me, but I really hadn’t thought what would happen when it crept back.

As I was lost in thought the guy was packing stuff into the brown bag,

“…so to recap; lube, poppers and a dildo, work your ass until your orgasm come from your ass. It’s intense but will help stave off the horn for a while. Oh and if that doesn’t work theres always a fat cock, sometimes you can’t beat the real thing.”

I must have looked vacant,

“Here, I’ve only charged you for the chastity device, the rest is on me” He smiled and swiped my now produced credit card. Luckily my brain kicked in quickly enough to check it wasn’t the company card! That could have been a big mistake.

I left the shop and made my way back to the subway, it was a little after 10 and the bars were beginning to pick up. I found myself staring at the crotches of the men I was walking past. I could feel a heat rising from my balls. I felt uncomfortably horny, unable to get hard and feeling the pain of my ever eager cock against the cage. The subway was busy but I managed to find a seat, at the first stop the carriage started to fill up, by the second stop it was full. As people shuffled together to try make space I found my seated position was perfect level with the cyclist in front of me’s crotch. I could see the outline of his cock head and I found my mouth water. I’d broke out in a sweat and felt my pulse beginning to race. My stop arrived and I found myself casually touching the mans hip as I made my way through the crowd of people standing. I nearly let out a noise at the jolt to my cock at it’s reaction to me touching the man.

I got back to my hotel room and took the box out of the brown bag and started to take it apart looking for instructions, It was a single sheet of paper with a basic diagram, showing how to put on the cage and how to secure it. There was an asterisk next to the word ‘key’. I turned over the page and found the tiny print.

‘ *If key lost, seek medical assistance ’ 

That was the only advice. I stripped off and studied the cage I had on and soon discovered the lock on mine was completely different to the one in the box. It had been swapped. i couldn’t even make an attempt to figure out the mechanism.

I lay back in bed and again felt the rush of heat from my balls, I was horny at the prospect of having an orgasm. I eventually got up and gave into temptation. I had a long shower and thoroughly cleaned myself out. I emptied the lube, poppers and the 10in dildo from the brown bag. I found some generic porn on my phone and started to play with my ass, I took a hit of the popper and felt the warm rush to my cheeks. After about 5 minutes or so I had half the dildo in my ass and was really getting into fucking myself. I kept huffing on the poppers until the dildo was buried 10inches deep into me. I could feel my heart beat pounding in my ears and my ass was twitching at the pounding I was now giving it. I started to hear voices from last week flashback to me;

 “Rape the boy.”

“Tear up his hole”

“Breed that ass”

“Want more cum boy?”

“Tom you’re one lucky son of a bitch”

I snapped back to reality with a jolt. My sex drive instantly gone. I pulled the dildo from my ass and thew it, the poppers and the lube back into the brown bag. I set my alarms and headed to sleep, trying to block anymore flashbacks from my mind. I’d scared myself when I remembered all the voices that had been around me, but what frightened me most wasn’t what they said but that it made me feel more horny…

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Sorry it's been a while. Hope you guys are still interested. 

Part 23

 

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarms going off. Thankfully I didn’t sleep through them. I still felt uncomfortably horny, especially when I tidied away the discarded dildo from last night. I had a cold shower and threw on my suit, ready to start another day of meetings.

I made my way to the office building and found myself staring at hot men as I made my way through the commute. It would be a struggle to concentrate if I didn’t get a handle on my hormones! I set up the conference room, as I had done yesterday. Stew arrived before the investors and we briefly discussed our plan of action based on the previous days meeting, Stew suggested we get out of the office for todays meeting and take the investors for an early drinking lunch, make them more relaxed and let their guards down. I hadn’t much experience in these kinds of meetings, apart from the paperwork side of things, but Stew was the CEO so I naturally followed his judgment and agreed. When the investors arrived myself and Stew met them in the lobby and we all made our way to a waiting car to take us for lunch. The investors clearly seemed pleased by the suggestion and we made our way without any problems.

We were dropped off in Hell’s Kitchen at a bar called Playground, it was rustic and had long benches with tables in between them, I thought it was probably popular in the evenings with the amount of seats. We found a table and ordered a bottle of wine and started to casually chat about what had been discussed yesterday at our meeting. After the first bottle was finished Stew excused himself and came back with another bottle and a jug of water. I noticed he filled his and the investors glasses with wine and my glass with water. I was glad he was pacing me, I don’t think I’d have been able to remember all the numbers if I’d continued on the wine. After an hour or so, and the second bottle had been finished, the investors seemed more willing to sign a deal. I felt quite proud of myself, as I’d done more of the talking than Stew, he’d excused himself to the toilet just as I was really getting the other two guys attention. When he returned, with another bottle of wine, I realised I had drank the full jug of water. I made my way to the toilets in the back, I decided to go into a stall incase anyone came in and seen my dick was locked away. As I stood in front of the toilet relieving myself I noticed a black card on the cistern. It had a silver ‘x’ on one side and a web address on the other. I though it was probably an X-Men thing, I absentmindedly put it in my pocket. I cleaned up and made my way back to the table, the empty jug was gone and my glass had been filled with wine.

After another half hour or so the deal was done and handshakes were exchanged. Stew suggested he take the investors back to the office to have the paper work drawn up and signed. He thanked me for my work and said I could go enjoy the rest of the day in the city. I was feeling such a buzz, I wasn’t sure if it was the successful deal or the wine I’d had.

We said our goodbyes as I planned on walking the couple of blocks back to my hotel. As I walked back I could feel myself getting hornier and hornier with every guy I passed. When I eventually made it into the elevator in my hotel I reached down and adjusted myself. Thats when I realised I still had that card in my pocket. Curiosity got the best of me so I took out my phone and entered the web address on the back of the card. As the page loaded I made my way to my room and locked the door behind myself. The webpage loaded, it was all black except for a silver X, like the card. I tapped on it and an instant message popped up.

“Looking to get off?”

I was about to close the page, thinking it was just a spam pop-up when another message came through.

“Did you enjoy your drinks in the Playroom?”

I looked at the message and thought it must of been the bartender, although I couldn’t remember what he looked like. I didn’t over think it and quickly replied

“The drinks were good thanks”

I thought I’d get the usual spam reply of ‘looking super hot’ or something else just as lame.

“If you’re still in hells kitchen then come over and have some fun”

I slowly began to think that maybe this was a hookup site rather than just spam

“What kind of fun?” I replied, testing out the direction of the conversation

“I fuck only, total top. I’m only interested bottoms wanting fucked. I’m dominant and only care about getting myself off. Don’t worry i’m hung enough to make sure your ass will cum.”

I received a couple of pictures and when I looked at them my cock strained against its cage. He was in his mid 30’s probably, really toned with a fat 8in, uncut cock. I practically drooled.

“I’m in a hotel” I replied.

“I live above the Playroom. Red side door, flat 2. A jock and poppers will be in the hall, get it on and make your way to the bedroom at the end of the hall. See you in 30 minutes’

With that, the message was gone, when I refreshed the webpage it no longer existed. My heart was racing and my cock was oozing pre-cum, this sounded like the exact thing I needed. I paced the hotel room, I was too horny to think clearly. I ran to the toilet and stripped off, cleaned myself out and teased my hole with the dildo to warm myself up. I had a quick shower and still had 15 minutes to walk the 2 blocks back to the bar. I threw on a black T and a pair of jeans and made my way down through the hotel and back onto the street. I started to second guess myself but I passed a couple of hot guys and instantly felt distracted by their crotches. I was in overdrive, my need to have sex was over powering.

I reached the bar and spotted the red door at the side, the only buzzer on the door said flat 2. I’d barely touched it when the door clicked open. I made my way inside. At the top of a single set of stair a door was ajar, I made my way in and found a black jock and a bottle of poppers on the empty hall floor. I closed the door behind me and quickly stripped, the jock hid my caged cock comfortably, I didn’t think this guy would care that I wasn’t playing with myself. I lifted the poppers and made my way down the hall to the room at the end. When I walked in I immediately felt hands over my eyes and then a blindfold being wrapped around my face…

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Part 24
 

This is not what I had planned but my lust and the hand over my mouth, stopped me from protesting. I felt a hand reach down and tap the poppers in my hand, I instinctively took a deep hit in each nostril. I felt the heat rush to my face instantly. These were strong. The hand moved my arm up in a silent command for me to take more hits. I did, and felt the haze come over me and my hole twitch. I was walked forward, feeling strong arms guide me from behind as they took the poppers from me. My legs hit the side of a bed and I made my way onto my hands and knees. I felt a hand push me further into the mattress until I was flat on my stomach. Then the bed around me moved with the weight of him climbing on top of me. I could tell he was naked, he leaned down and whispered into my ear


“How is Daddy’s boy?”

It was Tom, the realisation almost broke my popper haze.

“I had some business to sort out over the past few weeks, I see everything has come together nicely. Now lets get my boy recharged”

I had barely taken in what Tom had said when I felt his pierced cock force its way into my eager hole. It stung and he kept pushing deeper without giving me time to adjust, I hit the poppers.
My mind was swimming, I had an overwhelming sense of relief that it wasn’t some stranger. I didn't have to explain why my cock was locked away or that I was now Poz.

“Good boy, Daddy has big plans for you tonight.”

Tom started to plow my ass, pulling almost completely out and then slamming back in again, my ass burned but It was exactly what I needed. I had never felt more horny.

“Tell me what you want boy”

I didn’t know what to say I wanted the pain to end but I still had no release.

“Fuck me Daddy.” I breathed out

Tom stopped drilling my ass, without pulling out he flipped me onto my back. He removed the blindfold, his piercing blue eyes the first thing my eyes focused on. He was removing a key from a silver chain around his neck. He reached down and unlocked my cock. I instinctively knew not to touch myself. He opened the poppers and lined them up to my nose, I huffed deep but he held the bottle still. I kept breathing in deep, never breaking eye contact. I think I started to drool slightly and the poppers were put to the side, Tom grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders, he slammed completely into my ass. I hadn’t time to adjust to the new position, he was a man on a mission.

“I'm going to top you up boy, give you more of our poz strain”


I felt completely connected to him, I don’t know if it was the poppers or that I hadn’t cum in weeks but I wanted nothing more than to make Tom cum. To make my Daddy cum.

“Please give me your cum Daddy, I want it. I need it”

Tom looked deep into my eyes and leaned in and kissed me so passionately I thought time had stopped. I could feel his cock swell inside me and then begin to cum ribbons of his toxic cum. I felt my balls lift and I came harder than ever before. My whole body tingled and Tom just kept on fucking. I didn’t want it to stop. Tom broke our kiss but not his thrusting into my ass, which was now making a very sloppy sound.

“I love you boy but I made a promise to my friends the first night I met you. I told them they could have their turn with you once I’d claimed you. You carry my strain, so we’re forever a part of each other, but that doesn’t mean I won’t let them have their fun too. You understand boy?”

I slowly nodded, not quite sure what everything meant.

“Yes Daddy”

Tom kissed me again and finally stopped his assault on my ass. He took the cock cage and began to put my now tender cock back into it. I must have looked disappointed.

“After tonight boy its just me and you, you won’t need this again. But for tonight your pleasure is not what anyone is thinking about.”

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Part 25

 


Tom leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I already felt horny again, my body was desperate for more release. When Tom broke our kiss he stared deeply into my eyes and without even having the chance to think he had put a rag over my nose and mouth and I was out.

I awoke in a familiar position. I was in a sling, my legs fastened above me, I was in the rubber cat suit again, with just my ass, mouth and nostrils exposed. I was filled with fear, remembering what had happened to me the last time I was in this position. I thought Tom’s friends had already had their way with me. They had broke me once before, I didn’t know if I’d survive all those rounds of torture again.

I felt a hand at the side of my face and recognised Tom’s voice.

“Can you hear me boy?”

I nodded my head timidly

“Good, now the first time you met my friends they were merely helping me claim you and break you in. Tonight is about their pleasure, I will do my best to look after you but I can’t promise they won’t repeat anything they’ve done or try anything new for that matter. I’m going to give you something to ease it all, my friends can be unforgiving”

I felt a sharp scratch at my neck and realised Tom was slamming me again. My blood raced and my body felt eased. I had no idea where I was or what was going to happen, all I could think about was Tom kissing me again. How had I gone from fearing this man to wanting him.
I felt my head being moved and what I guessed was a gas mask being placed over my face, the poppers were strong and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. I could feel someone at my ass and with the first brutal thrust I knew it was Tom, he tore at my hole and quickly came in me.

“Right guys, thats your lube, have at him. Just remember he’s mine”

The mask was torn off my face and the fresh air rushed in my lungs, I was swimming in indescribable feelings of euphoria.

“Don’t need this, I was him to feel it all.”

I recognised the voice but couldn’t place it

“Tom you lucky son of a bitch, he survived the first round! This time we’re going to ruin your boy”

It was Dr Brian, or at least I think it was him, I could only vaguely remember what he sounded like. I felt his pierced cock line up with my hole and in one brutal thrust he was balls deep, my body convulsed at the shock. He then pulled completely out and repeated the brutal assault. Each time my back arched and the chains of the sling rattled. My head was lowered and I felt a cock forcing its way into my mouth, I did my best not to choke. It was thick and long, the guy was making his way further down my throat each time Brian thrust into me, before long his balls where covering my nose and my body was no longer reacting so violently to each thrust. They had created a rhythm, I had adapted to it quickly, my guess was that the drugs were working.

“Fuck he feels better than I remember!” Brian started to grunt and I felt the familiar feeling of his cock unloading in my ass.

The guy fucking my throat unceremoniously withdrew and leaned down next to my ear,

“Same rounds as last time boy and a bath house full of men. You might get a couple of surprised too! Buckle up buddy, you’re ours tonight”

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