Roommate Hosted a (Straight?) Gangbang 03

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Chapter 3: Caged

“He said it’s called a cock cage.”

I stared at it for a full minute. I understood the concept, you lock your cock so you can’t cum or touch yourself. Clark was staring at his phone facing his desk. I looked over at the muscled ass on his otherwise slim, toned body. His thin waist made his ass stand out. It always had a glistening layer of sweat on it. 

I was just about to start to play with the metal thing in my hands when my brother texted me. Just a simple, “Don’t freak out.” At almost the same time, there was yet another knock on our door. Clark didn't move. I realized he must know who it was.

I opened it up and there he was. Shawn, tall and muscley as always, wearing a tank top and looking refreshed, a big smile on his face. It was a shock to my system seeing him again. Something as taboo as what we had done in the group setting just didn’t compute in my brain, even if I had liked it in the moment. Before I even had time to process it, he walked in, smiling like he’d been waiting to catch me off guard.

"You gotta try it," he said casually, like there was nothing unusual about this to him. "Just see how it feels."

He flopped onto Clark's bed and watched me as I held the thing in my hand, tentatively, like it might bite me. I wanted to laugh it off, make a dumb joke, but something about the way he looked at me, so smug and cocky, made me hesitate.

"It won't even fit me," I said, trying to sound as casual as him, even as I felt my dick twitch from the idea.

"It will," he said confidently. "And you'll like it."

There was silence, slightly weird. I didn’t know why my face was burning. Maybe it was the memory of his voice in my ear the previous night. Maybe it was because I wanted to know what kind of person I would become with a thing like that locking up my junk. Curious was an understatement. 

"Just for a minute," I muttered.

His smile widened. "Atta boy."

Clark and Shawn helped me put it on, then just took over the attempt themselves. At first it felt like some awkward group project, the two of them laughing as they messed with it, holding the thing like it was some complicated puzzle from a sex museum. Clark read a tiny instruction manual out loud in a fake British accent while my brother tried to figure out which piece went under and which piece clipped around.

It was strange watching them handle my manhood like it was just another step in the process. No shame. Just a shared goal. Shawn chuckled when it started getting hard in their hands, and Clark looked at me with that half-grin I was used to, but in a different context.

"You’re getting excited already? We haven’t even locked it yet," my brother said, shaking his head like I was being silly.

They held me still as they adjusted the ring and slid the shaft tube into place. The cold metal kissed my skin, and I twitched with every touch. Clark’s hands were calm, practiced. Shawn steadied me, his hand on my hip, like I was just a subject in an experiment of theirs.

When the last piece snapped into place, there was a soft click that sounded louder in my chest than in the room. Clark looked proud. My brother just nodded like the job was done.

Clark held up the key, dangling it between his fingers. "I took this out before we started," he said.

He slipped it into his pocket without breaking eye contact.

"You didn’t think we were gonna let you hold onto it, did you?"

I swallowed. My cock strained uselessly against the cage. I could already feel the heat building low in my stomach. I wasn’t just locked. I was locked by them. Watched. Owned. And I was consenting to all of it, for some reason.

—[]—

I had class, but they didn’t want me to go. Clark stretched out on the bed and patted the space beside him.

“Stay a little longer,” he said. “You’re already late, right?”

Shawn grinned from the floor, now shirtless, back against the wall. “I’ll walk you there after. C’mon, man. We're just getting started.”

They were both too relaxed, too confident, too casual about the fact that I was locked in a cage they had personally secured around my dick. But I couldn’t ignore the heat in my stomach or the way their attention made me want to stay.

Still, I pulled on my jeans slowly, carefully, feeling the weight and snugness of the metal against my skin. It was hard to stand up straight. My body didn’t want to leave.

“I really have to go,” I said quietly, still flushed.

The walk to class was brutal. Every step made me hyper aware of my situation. The metal pressed into me, unforgiving and tight. My cock throbbed against its confinement. But in a weird way, it felt good. Like I had a secret.

And what I forgotten until I got into my classes, was that I would be seeing guys who had been there the night before. When I walked into my first lecture, I saw a dude who I was pretty sure had not only fucked my throat, but sat on my face too. I remember the taste of man sweat drenching me while I licked his pink hole. He quickly averted his eyes when he saw me. I guess it made sense that some guys did not want to acknowledge the debauchery they had gotten up to in the heat of the moment.

I sat through lecture fidgeting constantly. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, adjusting myself under the desk, trying to focus. But every second reminded me what was on me. What I couldn’t touch. What I had agreed to. It was impossible to forget it was there. Every time I shifted in my seat or adjusted my jeans, I was reminded. 

Guys were looking at me differently now. Girls too, I think. Not with mockery or disgust, but with just a knowledge of me, like they had been talking about me right before I walked into every class or study area.

In my afternoon science lecture, this guy I barely knew, a tall, thick-necked jock, who played rugby I think, sat behind me. Halfway through class, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, making me flinch as a tingle ran down my neck, “You’re that dude, right? From the party?”

I nodded without turning around.

He didn’t say another word. But after class, he followed me on my way out, and held my arm gently to get my attention. He gave me a look, with just a slightly raised brow. And I felt my face turn red. This was the first time something was happening outside my dorm. We stayed behind, pretending to ruffle through some printed notes from class as everyone filtered out. In a couple minutes, the room was empty and quiet. I knew this room would stay empty, and I quickly got on my knees between the seats and pulled his pants down. His cock was already mostly hard, pulsing like a heartbeat. It was on the bigger side, like most of the guys from the night before. He looked around nervously as I dove onto it and started doing my thing. 

He groaned as I took him into my throat, deep and slow, and I put his hand on the back of my head to let him know he could control things if he wanted. Every guy has a pattern when they get head. That’s what I was learning. He didn’t rush. Just rocked into me like I was a casual hole. He liked it slow. Which is probably because he came really fast. In about two minutes I was nursing his load into my mouth and holding his hips. I was starting to like the taste of cum, so I made sure it pooled on my tongue rather than getting in my throat. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as he zipped up. “Thanks, bro,” he whispered with a grin, then left me there still on my knees. My legs were asleep and I sat in a chair for a minute before I left. I grabbed my aching cock and only found the hard metal of a cage in my pants. The most painful part was after it was over, when I couldn’t find any actual release for me. The only time I wasn’t aching was when I was pleasuring a dick.

When I walked out of the lecture hall, the area of the building I was in was mostly empty. Before I even got to the exit though, I noticed a guy looking at me. A guy I recognized, but don’t believe I had seen the night before. When I met his gaze, I looked around a bit. He smirked at me like we had a secret, and I sort of playfully rolled my eyes. He took that as a cue and grabbed my arm. I let him lead me out into the nearest bathroom and lock the door. This was yet another first. I was about to service a guy after not even saying a single word. He just knew who I was, and I was ready for more dick, and I wanted to try out my ass again.

My pants were down before I could catch my breath, and I bent over the sink. He saw the cock cage and chuckled, but didn’t say anything, keeping with our unspoken rule of no-talking-allowed. The mirror caught our reflection, him behind me, breathing hard, and me staring at myself with parted lips and flushed cheeks, my eyes a little wide like I was seeing someone else. Someone new. Someone I kind of liked.

He spit into his hand and used it on himself before pressing into me. I gasped and grabbed the cold porcelain, my locked-up cock twitching helplessly under my shirt. The spit was not nearly the correct lube. I noted that I should carry around a bottle in my backpack. He went in deep really quickly, and the sharp sensation in my gut was actually kind of nice. A pleasant reminder of what my body was capable of. My cock throbbed with every thrust, caged and useless, but more sensitive than it had ever been. I moaned without meaning to, and he picked up the pace even more. He grabbed my neck with more hands and held tightly. Not exactly choking me, but pulling me into him by the neck. I felt like a good little slut for him, and I started to feel him pushing that button inside me that I had felt intermittently the night before. Soon he was throbbing inside me, and I felt accomplished.

He didn’t say a word. Just gently rubbed the back of my neck, pulled up his pants, and left. I stayed there, still bent over the sink, for a minute longer than I needed to, taking it all in.

I finally got out of the building without taking another dick. The sunlight was warm and relaxing, taking my mind off my aching dick. I sat in the quad, since the weather was great, and did some schoolwork on my computer.

—[]—

Eric, the original guy from the party who unknowingly inspired me to first get on my knees, messaged me late in the afternoon. It was just one line:

"Still locked?"

I stared at the screen. My heart beat loudly. My dick pulsed helplessly inside the cage. Did someone tell him? Who all knows about this?? I typed back:

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"Come over."

His dorm was on the other side of campus, and the walk was brutal from being horny again, but denied. Every step reminded me I was in orgasm jail. My cock swelled uselessly with every shift of my legs, brushing the inside of my jeans. The metal pressed against me, like it was mocking me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the guys tasted the night before. Hell, I had taken four dicks today already, and their taste was still in the back of my throat. I remembered looking up and seeing Eric grinning while I serviced him, the first dick I ever tried.

I entered his dorm building and passed a guy from the night before. He gave me a nod and kept walking. I quickly found Eric’s door on the first floor. When I knocked, he answered in a tank top and sweats, hair still damp from a shower. His eyes swept over me and paused at my waistband. "Still got it on?"

I nodded.

He didn't say anything. Just stepped aside. I walked in quickly.

Once the door shut, he pushed me back onto the bed and straddled my chest. He was in a rush. I pulled down his sweats to hook under his balls, and looked at his hammer cock, which got rock hard in seconds.  He let it rest against my face, slowly tracing my lips with the tip. I stuck out my tongue and let him smack my face a bit with his dick. I opened my mouth further and let him in. He groaned like he’d been waiting all day for this.

I moaned softly, my body aching, my own arousal climbing to a sharp, aching edge. I tried not to cry. I wanted to cum so badly, but the ache was almost sweet. It made me focused. My mouth moved slower, deeper. I wanted to savor him. 

He finished suddenly, with a quiet grunt, holding my head while I swallowed. I stayed still, my face wet, my cage aching like fire in my pants.

"You wanna get a muffin?" he said, pulling on some joggers. I was still fully clothed, just with messy hair and saliva on my chin and neck. I wiped myself off and said, “sure.”

We walked around the corner from his dorm as the sun started to set. I felt the pulsing inside my cage the entire time, throbbing inside metal. But when we sat on a bench outside the cafe, eating banana muffins, I felt calm. He nudged my foot under the table and smiled.

"You’re the coolest dude I know," he said.

I just smiled back and took another bite. 

—[]—

We parted ways after a few minutes, and I studied in the library. Even more than usual, there was no way I was going to get any work done at the dorm. When I got back, Clark was asleep, and I crashed in my bed, and tried to go to pass out.

But I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I watched Clark breathe. Normally, after a full day of classes and studying, I would reward myself with a well deserved wank sesh and a wonderful orgasm. With that denied, all I had was touch from other people, and the sight of my roommate. His chest rose and fell so evenly, while mine felt like it was catching on every inhale. His sheet stretched across his hips, revealing the curve of his ass and the heavy outline of his cock. It looked too big to be soft. That thing had wrecked me more than once now, and I found myself obsessing over it. Maybe it would help me sleep if I couldn’t get off.

I stared too long. His frame was lean and toned, all swimmer muscle, but it was like every ounce of meat in his body had been stored in his cock and his perfect, round butt. Compared to him, I felt like a skinny, soft offering. Just twinkish enough to be an outlet for open minded straight guys. At eighteen, I had a youthful vibe that wasn’t meaty, just toned, and I felt like I had been made for this kind of use. Built for their release. That idea should’ve made me feel used. But instead, it made me feel perfect.

The cage made everything more intense. Every brush of fabric, every time I shifted in bed, even every heartbeat and every breath made my cock throb inside its prison. I had never felt so full of horny energy. I was desperate for touch. And not just any touch. I needed more penetration. Something inside me craved the pressure in my ass, the fullness and the stretch. The soreness from earlier wasn’t a problem. It had become the goal. I wanted to feel ruined again. I wanted to wake up sore and make it impossible to forget what had happened in my body.

I reached across the space between us and found him. My fingers wrapped around his cock under the sheet. It was already thickening in my palm. He stirred, groggy and confused, but didn’t stop me. When I gave a light stroke, he let out a breath and shifted closer, consenting to giving me what I needed. I slid under his sheets, onto my side, pulled my knees up slightly, and waited.

He grabbed the lube off the desk by his bed, and rolled behind me without a word. The familiarity of his weight against me made my spine tingle. His hand slid down my back, finding my hole. He pressed inside with his thumb, and I knew this had been the right decision. He used his thumb to guide his large manhood inside me, and I gasped into the pillow, body tensing, then relaxing as he filled me slowly.

He mostly stayed deep, his hand gripping my hip tight, anchoring me against the mattress. With his other hand, he slid a sock off his foot and shoved it into my mouth. The fabric was rough and tasted like sweat, like him, like the room we shared. I groaned into the cotton, and he grunted into my ear. His pace got faster, and I clenched around him, aching everywhere, but my body dutifully pressing back into him. He didn’t talk. He just pounded into me with force.

When he finished, he let out a deep grunt and exhale, like a whimper turned into a breath. His body stilled, buried inside me. He leaned down, forehead resting against my back, chest heaving. I bit down on the sock and moaned around it softly, letting the moment flood through me. I was wrecked. And I had never felt better.

I tried to get up, thinking that was it. But he pulled me back gently.

“Stay,” he mumbled, his disposition quiet and heavy with sleep.

He pulled me into him. One arm draped across my waist. My cock suddenly didn’t bother me in the moment, while I curled back into him and felt his warmth on me. In less than a minute, I was asleep.