As I drove home, I realized Matt had not locked the cock cage, and it was uncomfortable to say the least - but not as uncomfortable as sitting down! He had worked my ass over so hard, and my little dick was straining against the cage. I thought about removing it but that was clearly not allowed, so I drove home in pain and humiliation. I was feeling pretty low, wondering if this was still what I wanted and if I could handle it going forward. Once home, I crawled into bed since sitting was so painful. I was pretty miserable.
I was exhausted from the "activities" of the day - physically and emotionally - but sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. My cock was uncomfortable and my ass was throbbing in pain. My phone went off with a text from Matt: "Don't freak out, it's me" and just when I was wondering what was going on, Matt walked in the bedroom. Apparently he had let himself in again and I moaned in pain and exhaustion, knowing I was expected to get up.
"No boy, down. Relax. I went too far and want to make it better." My little cock throbbed, wondering what he had in mind! He gently pulled the covers off me and told me to roll onto my stomach. I obeyed of course, and I felt his hand very very lightly caressing my blazing ass cheeks. "I won't lie, this turns me on boy, but that fire would have been just as hot with half the spanking. I'm sorry."
I gasped in surprise, both from his apology and a cooling sensation on one cheek. Apparently he was applying a healing cream that really felt great! I moaned in relief and kept moaning as he got my entire bruised area. He asked to make sure he didn't miss anything, and I rolled onto my side again to tell him he got it all and thank him. I told him I wanted to kneel to thank him properly and he expressly forbade it. Which was hot - really hot, him caring about me and my wellbeing - and my dick was dripping. He saw and laughed, not unkindly.
"If you want the cage off until your ass is feeling better, I totally understand," he said. I felt like crying in relief (that he was treating me so nicely) but was proud to please him, so told him I was happy to wear it to make him happy. He stood and said "yeah boy, it makes me happy and horny" and stroked his hand down the big hardon in his sweatpants! "You want the lock on to make it official?" he asked while holding it up. I was too choked up to speak and just nodded. He smiled and gently placed the lock on the cage, me not knowing when or if it would ever come off. I was truly owned.
"OK boy, get some sleep" Matt murmured to me as he handed me a couple pills and a bottle of water. I trusted him implicitly at this point and swallowed them down. They must have been sleep aids with pain relief, because I drifted off really fast - but not before Matt leaned over and kissed my forehead! "You're a good boy" he said and ran his strong hand over my hair. I was smiling, in heaven, as he let himself out. I had very sweet dreams - of Matt, of course.
In the morning I woke to the smell of bacon, and soon enough Matt walked in, still wearing the same sexy clothes (just more crumpled), and a plate of delicious-looking food. I was stunned, sitting up (luckily barely feeling the pain in my ass) and thanked him profusely. "Did you spend the night?!" I asked. Matt said, "Yeah, your couch isn't very comfortable but I wanted to make sure you were okay." I was stunned but he told me to eat and get healed up quickly - he wanted to play with his toy soon. I was horny and happy, and tore into the food.
Matt collected the plate and said he had to go get cleaned up and into work, dangling the keys to the cock cage, asking me if I had changed my mind. When I told him absolutely not, he smiled that sexy grin and said, "You are a good faggot and make me horny. Rest up and I'll be back to check on you tonight." With that he walked out, that sexy ass showed off in the tight sweats, and my dick throbbed out another huge glob of precum. I ran my finger through it, tasting it, imagining it was Matt's.
I couldn't believe how horny I was, considering I had cum twice so hard the night before, but took it easy all day, applying more of the cream he had left. I looked in the mirror and the colors on my ass - from yellow through to black - were a sight. Luckily the cream really helped. I was falling for Matt and the way he cared for me.
That night Matt texted me to say he'd be there around 8 with dinner. I texted back he didn't have to do that but he walked in dressed from work (those tight pants and shirt showed off his incredible body perfectly) and brought takeout Chinese. I was starving and tried to help make plates for us but Matt would have none of it, making me sit on the soft couch cushions and bringing plates out for us. We exchanged small talk and he asked several times how my ass was, then asked after we ate if he could see it. I pulled down my sweats and he whistled in surprise or appreciation - or both. "Damn, that is intense, boy. I really am sorry but that is hot as fuck too!" I heard his phone click and realized he had snapped a picture or two.
I glanced at his crotch and sure enough his bulge was growing. I felt weak from the tenderness he had shown and said, "Will I ever see it, Sir?" Matt kept his eyes locked to mine and said, "yeah boy, you're probably going to get more of it than is comfortable. I have needs and you are going to meet them. You just have to keep being a good boy and keep me horny and happy."
I was feeling happy and as I sat back down asked, "How exactly do I do that, Sir?" Matt chuckled and said, "You're doing a pretty good job, boy - being paid, being worshiped and being able to control you absolutely makes me horny."
I got up my nerve and asked if I could see his big cock then, and he shook his head and said, "I want you back to 100% before you see it, 'cause you will have to work hard to please it. But maybe this will help." With that he stood up which put his crotch at my eye level, then pulled my head forward to rub his crotch all over my face. I moaned - and he did too - and got that treatment for a nice long few minutes. I could just smell his scent and feel the size and strength of that big cock.
He pulled on my hair to force my head back, and spit right in my mouth from close range, then leaned over for a very quick and incredibly hot kiss! Both of our mouths were open, and I moaned into his mouth before he straightened and began cleaning up. "Gotta get back to the office, things are crazy, but you keep on the mend, ok boy?" "Yes Sir!" I affirmed back as he let himself out. God I was in love.
I was actually feeling a lot better but went to bed early, waking up to find a text from Matt around midnight. I opened it up and was confused at first about the picture, but then read the text - that woke me up! "You did a good job of making me horny boy, the office bathroom got a huge load of your god's cum!" The picture was of the granite counter in the men's room - I knew it looked familiar - with a giant load of white cum all over it, and Matt was visible in the mirror with his big dick stretching his underwear, zipper on his pants down. God! He had obviously stroked his huge cock hanging out of his underwear, shot his load on the counter, then shoved his big dick back in the underwear to take the picture.
I reached for my aching dick to stroke out a load and found it still locked away. FUCK! I needed release! I texted him back and said, "Thank you sir, that is just cruel when your faggot can't touch his dick. Thank you!!!" He texted back a smiley face and I was on cloud 9 again. I checked out the bruises and they were starting to heal up thankfully, and the pain was better.
Matt couldn't meet the next couple of days and the bruises were just about gone when he dropped by the house unexpectedly again. He had been out running and was wearing tight workout gear that showed off everything, and smelled amazing. "I don't have a lot of time, boy, but I need my lower body massaged. You healed enough?" I nodded yes, so happy to be able to touch him again. As I started the ritual of taking off his socks and shoes then massaging and finally licking his feet, his moans were louder and sexier than ever.
I massaged up his calves and got his upper legs, just below his running tights, and again saw that big bulge at full staff. Dude was made of testosterone! He let me continue for about ten minutes, and his hairy strong legs had my little dick straining against the cage and leaking like crazy. "Hands behind your back, faggot" he ordered, and I complied immediately of course. "Good boy, here's your reward" and Matt grabbed my head in both hands and shoved it into his crotch, right against his raging hard dick. I loved this position and licked and sniffed and moaned, out of control.
"That's enough boy, I need to take a piss and go." Something on my face made him laugh. "You want it, bitch?" he asked. "YES SIR!" "Okay, go strip down and get in the tub on all fours," he ordered. I jumped to comply! I only knelt there for a minute before hearing Matt climb in the tub behind me. He clearly was checking me out and commented on how good the bruises looked, asking me if they still hurt, then laughing at the constant stream of precum dripping from the end of the cock cage into the tub. Without warning, I felt a giant stream of piss - right on my asscheek!
It burned just a little with residual pain and I moaned loudly. His stream moved to the other cheek briefly then centered right on my exposed hole. "Oh fuck, Matt!" I almost shouted at the sensation. I had never felt anything like that before! His stream absolutely covered my back and the back of my head next, and I tried to taste some as it dripped down my face and he pointed the stream back on my hole. I was almost sad when he ran out of piss, and realized he was doing the stroking/shaking move after he was done. I quickly tried to see his big dick in the mirror but the angle wasn't quite right and my eyes had piss dripping over them, but our eyes met in the mirror and he gave me an amazingly sexy grin.
"You're a good faggot. I'm going to run back to the office, boy, but push that sexy bruised ass up as far as you can!" I awkwardly straightened my knees, pushing my ass up and back a bit, and he smacked it hard with his big dick!!! I still didn't have a clear view but the size of that monster smacking my tender ass hurt enough that I grunted out loud. Matt laughed and asked if I remembered the safe word. "YES SIR!" I said. "Use it now, boy."
I didn't want to but almost screamed "POTATO" and he almost fell down laughing, pulled up his tights, and stepped out of the shower. I turned to look at him and got a big glob of spit on my face for my effort, then he ruffled my hair like I was a dog, told me I was a good boy, and left.
Once again I really needed to jack off and couldn't. I licked my precum from the tub, mixed in with some of Matt's piss, and that just made it worse. These gaps of not seeing Matt were hard, and I thought about my marriage and what I would do when Sara got back to town. Sleep was a long time coming, and I kept looking at the picture of Matt's huge load on the bathroom counter and drifted off dreaming of him.
The next night Matt came by after work, ready for a massage he said. I was ordered to strip down to my jockstrap, then made to take that off so he could see my dripping cock. He laughed and sat on the couch and I started working his feet, loving the sexy moans, seeing his bulge grow. His head was leaned back and he casually said, "How much you gonna pay me for the right to touch me, boy?"
It had been a while since he had made me pay and I was caught a little off-guard and asked "One hundred, Sir?" I swear his big dick throbbed and he said "yeah faggot, go get all your cash." I had several hundred cash on hand for emergencies, and brought him a $100 bill. His dick was raging hard as he ordered me back to work.
"This gets me so horny. boy. Do you want mey cum?" Oh my god! "YES SIR!!!"
"What's it worth to you, bitch?" he asked deeply. I thought fast and knew I had to make it good. "Three hundred, sir?" His grin told me I had said the right thing but then he moaned "keep going, boy." I was loving massaging his feet but really wanted to see his big dick and taste his cum! He suddenly got up and told me to heel, leading me into the bedroom (another great look at that perfect ass in tight pants!) then told me to kneel facing the wall. A few seconds later I heard him get on the bed and he told me to come massage him.
I turned to see him stretched out on the bed in his tight little briefs, every muscle showing, my owner on display. I wanted to pass out, he was so perfect, but got to the massage, loving him moaning and telling me I was doing a good job. After a long while he turned over and I almost fell down - he was RAGING hard! His big dick was wrapped around the front of his hip concealed barely by the briefs, and a giant wet spot was at the end!
"God sir" I moaned and he just laughed, put his hands behind his head showing off his strong arms and sexy armpits, and told me to massage and enjoy everything except his cock. I dove in, licking his armpits (making him moan LOUD) and massaging his chest and arms and quads and chins. His moaning was driving me crazy and he was sort of thrusting his hips some, making his big dick slide around in his wet underwear. I wanted to smell and touch and taste him so bad!
"Make it five hundred, boy." I was a little confused but then realized he was talking about his cum! "YES SIR thank you sir!" I barely hesitated.
"Show me, faggot" and I reached over the the nightstand to count out the bills. He moaned and said "good boy, go leave it on the bathroom counter." I was confused yet again but complied of course, returning to find him getting out of the bed. "Kneel and face the wall until I call for you boy." His order was so hard to follow, watching his muscles moving and that giant bulge about to break free.
I heard the bathroom door close and could just hear him moaning. And stroking. Oh my god, he was jerking that big dick!! I imagined him standing there in front of the mirror, stroking and watching himself, getting turned on - my own dick straining against the cage, feeling like I could cum from just one touch. His wet stroking sounds got faster and he got louder, then I heard him moan "oh fuck" and heard the splashing of his load all over our bathroom!
I was a little disappointed and incredibly turned on - for what I paid I thought I'd get to suck him or at least watch, but that was still hot as fuck. I heard the shower start up and a minute later he yelled, "come in, boy!" I opened the door and found the bathroom counter just covered in cum - the mirror had streaks, the load went from one corner to the other of the counter - this man was a shooter!
Before I could do more than gawk, Matt pulled the shower curtain open just enough look out and say, "lick it up, faggot - all of it." I thanked him and got on my knees and started licking. I had to stand to get the cum around the sink and on the mirror, but I licked every drop, realizing he was watching me the whole time. His briefs were on the floor with the money next to them and he ordered me to get him a clean towel. He turned off the water and stepped out fully naked!!! GOD! He was still half hard, his big thick dick hanging enticingly. I hit my knees and he laughed and smacked my face with his cock!
"You did good today, boy" he said as he took the towel and dried off, his big dick swaying just inches from me. "Tell me how you feel." God, this was hot and humiliating! "Sir I feel wonderful, getting to serve you is the best, and I love making you feel happy and horny. I love paying you and seeing you react, I love your moans and big dick and your cum tastes amazing!"
"Good answer, boy," he laughed. He told me he could tell how much I enjoyed it and looked at my little locked up cock with a huge pool of precum under it. "Clean that up while I get dressed, faggot," he told me as he walked out with his briefs and the cash. I licked it all up, almost high under his control, and then joined him in the bedroom where he was fully clothed with a big bulge still showing. "Make sure you keep plenty of cash around boy, I'll be pushing your limits." He didn't pause for my assent, we both knew I'd be getting cash ASAP.
"I need you to dress for work when you come to the office tomorrow night, can you do that, fag?" I was confused but since I always wore casual clothes, guessed he wanted me in slacks and a nice shirt for some sort of torture. I quickly told him yes, of course, and he smiled that winning smile, eyes sparkling, and said "You did good today, boy - that was a big step. Kiss my shoes and get some rest, I'll see you in the office at 6:30 tomorrow night, don't be late" he ordered, and I got on all 4s to kiss his shoes. He laughed and headed out, leaving me kneeling there, a mess of emotions and precum.