Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2019 06:11:29 +0000 From: Onatangent Subject: Like Peas in a Pod Like Peas in a Pod Gay/Authoritarian I. I had pictured the city being a little more exciting. Don't get me wrong, I was beyond thrilled to have finally moved out of my little town. Pretty much nothing ever happened. It was difficult to find a job and even harder to find a date, at least as a gay guy. The dating pool was small enough for the straights. Back home I only knew three gay guys in the whole county. And none of the three of them were interested in topping a bear type like myself. If I had been little and twinky, or interested in topping, I might have had some luck. As it was, by the time I left the area at 22 I'd had exactly one real sexual partner - a bi dude who liked getting his cock sucked while his wife watched. Then I was supposed to leave and they'd fuck. He didn't like me talking much, and I never even took off my clothes. Never felt great about going back all those times, but damn, not like I had options. So finally, after ages of sending out job applications and driving out to interview, returning home defeated, I had a job in the city. So I'd packed up, found a roommate online, and moved right into the gayborhood. And then the tedious reality set in. This wasn't exactly Queer as Folk. There was certainly plenty more to do here, and I found myself at real, exciting, gay bars several nights a week. But things never quite paid off. Gays in the city seemed even more concerned with body image than the ones in the country. When I got past that they didn't seem that into my lack of city-cool. In four months I'd brought back a grand total of one guy to the apartment from a bar. I sucked his cock and he left, and I jacked off. Great. There were plenty of guys on apps, of course, but they flaked out, every time, to a one. My hopes were dashed further by my roommate, Allen. We were very similar guys. Bottoms, bears, we could have been mistaken for cousins. But he'd been in the city a lot longer. And despite his much better grasp of how things worked around here, and a breezy confidence I couldn't hope to match, his luck was barely better than mine. I'd come back to hear the little piggy squeals he made matched by a much deeper voice in his room a grand total of three times, and each time it was the same guy leaving quickly afterward. Every other time I heard those squeals there was no other man, just the sounds of him bouncing on one of his toys, I think displaying himself on camera to some dude on the internet. II. Around month five, after another Friday night striking out at the bar, I returned home. Standing with the keys to the apartment in my hand, I heard once again the little squealing sounds and the matching low voice of his visitor. I sighed, nothing for me. I opened the door and stood there shocked. The sounds hadn't been coming from his room this time, but instead the two of them were right there in the living room, the bigger man thrusting hard into Allen who was doubled over the couch, his body jiggling each time the man slammed into his ass. I blushed deep red, as did Allen when he turned his head to see me. The man just grinned and chuckled "You wanna watch bud? I don't mind. Sit over there. But just watch, you're not joining in." I stammered and looked to Allen, who still looked embarrassed, but didn't seem to think much about it when the man went back to fucking him. At least my presence didn't make him try to be quieter. I looked back to the hallway, then closed the door and sat down. It was quite a sight. The rugged older man, probably about 40, holding Allen down by the small of his back to the couch, his long thick cock pulling all the way out of him before ramming back in, making Allen's body jiggle and twitch, Allen's back arching just a bit in response to each thrust. I was hard as a rock. I went to undo my pants, needing to touch myself, but the man shook a finger at me. Just like the fucking bi dude, dammit. He didn't seem to mind too much if I grabbed my bulge and rubbed. It didn't take long for me to buck my hips into my hand, cum flooding into my briefs and leaving a wet spot. I blushed to hear myself giving a few very Allen-like squeals as I did it. I looked up to see Allen locking eyes with me as he convulsed and came against the back of the couch. Considerate. The man took the opportunity to swat Allen's ass a few times and slam even harder into him until finally grunting and holding himself deep inside as he unloaded. He growled and stayed in there a moment before sliding out, his thick cock slapping his thigh. He smacked Allen's ass again and began picking up his clothes around the apartment, getting dressed. Allen breathed hard. I got a sense this guy didn't like much chatter either, so I stayed silent. Before long he was dressed and out the door. Allen had slid from the couch to his knees. "S... sorry" he said "We started in my room but he told me he wanted me out here... he's pretty hard to say no to. And I'll clean the couch." "Don't worry about it." I blushed, looking Allen over. This had certainly been unexpected. And that's when I saw it. Nestled beneath his belly and legs as he sat on the ground, dripping cum fom his ass onto the floor, was a little metal tube. "What's that?" I pointed down at him. He blushed, realizing just how visible he was, and stood up. "Oh, this thing... you've never seen one? It's a chastity device. It, uh, keeps me from getting hard." III. I blinked and tilted my head to the side, the cum spot on my pants getting a little cold. "Why... why would you want that?" He looks down and taps at it, a glob of his cum still dripping from the slit at the front. "Well... a few reasons. It definitely makes me feel like a real deep bottom, that's nice. Plus, there's a sort of... frustration to it. I like it, that part's kind of hard to explain." I nodded. "I see. And that guy likes it?" He grins "That's the other thing. A lot of guys don't like it at all. Turns them off. But the ones that do like it, fuck, those are the guys who will *destroy* you. And as you can tell, I love being railed like that, don't you?" "I... I can't say I've had that much experience with it, unfortunately." He looked a little disappointed. "Well... it makes getting fucked feel even that much better. You want to get hard so bad but you can't. As soon as the guy leaves you take it off and cum like nothing else, especially if you've been wearing it a while. Except I guess this time... to be honest, it's the first time I've ever cum still wearing it just from anal alone. Usually I have to use a vibrator on the cage, too. That was, fuck, Jesus. That was the best orgasm I've ever had. He was just hitting me that hard. And I'll be honest, you being here helped a bit." I realized that was literally the first time anyone had *told* me I'd helped get them off. Depressing but felt nice in the moment. "Um, thanks." "Do you... do you want to try one on? I have a few of them. I swear, try it for a few days and your next jackoff will be incredible." I looked back down at the cage again. It looked so snug. My cock twitched. "S..sure." He got a big smile on his face, like someone just agreed to listen to him talk about his favorite movie. "Get naked, I'll be right back." I paused as he rushed to his room. Fair enough, I'd just seen him get fucked. And my pants were getting uncomfortable. I took off my shirt, my belly wobbling a bit, and then my shoes, followed by my pants and briefs. I sat naked on the couch. He returned with a metal tube attached to a ring. He stood in front of me, still naked but for his cage, and looked down. "Oh, nice! Already shaved, that'll help. And I was worried this would be too small for you but you look about my size." I blushed deeply, my not-quite-5"-hard, more-like-3"-soft cock sitting on my legs, still wet. He cleared his throat "Oh, sorry... I talk to other guys in chastity online. Small cocks are a compliment, I promise." He blushed and knelt down in front of me, parting my legs. My cock tingled but thankfully wouldn't get hard again so soon after my orgasm. Still, he worked quickly. He took my balls in his hand and put them against the metal ring, feeding them through one at a time. An extremely strange sensation, and not how I had expected it to go on. Once it was secure around my balls he guided my soft cock into the metal shaft. The metal nestled against the base of my cock, and there it was. As snug as it looked. Kind of exciting, really. The refractory period seemed to come to a close, and combined with the excitement I started to get hard. This was quickly cut short by the metal and I gasped and doubled over. "Ooh, hard already huh? Yeah that'll happen. Don't worry. Your cock will learn, and it won't hurt so much next time, just a frustration." I nodded and bit my lip. I really wanted to take this thing off, but I felt sort of committed at this point. "Heh. Cage brothers" Allen joked and looked up at me, standing up again, his cage now near my face. "C'mon, I'll ease you into it. Solidarity." He headed towards the kitchen, coming back before too long with a bowl of chips. He flipped on the television and found a movie, laying down on the couch and patting the space next to him. "Don't you normally take the cage off after he leaves?" "Yeah," he nodded, "but I came this time - I don't have to! I can already start building up for the next one. And besides, I might as well go through it with you right?" I blinked as he turned to the movie. I looked down at my cage again. This was oddly calming. I would have thought that sitting around with a naked guy in kinky cock cages would have left me straining immediately, but already it felt much more fraternal than that. Just some guys sharing an interest like they'd hang out and watch football back home. I laid back next to him and we watched the movie. IV. The next morning I was awoken an hour early by a sharp aching at my crotch. Morning wood. He'd warned me about it before I headed off to my room to bed, still naked except for a little metal. He told me I'd want to take it off more than anything, and he was right about that, but he also told me to just hold steady and it would pass. And he was right. I lay panting in bed, feeling like the whole ordeal of NOT removing the cage had given me a sexual experience all its own already. Except after the feeling passed, it still hadn't ended. The longing was still there in my cock. I got up and put on a robe, smelling breakfast and heading out into the apartment. Allen was at the stove, in a t-shirt but nothing else, making eggs and bacon, his ass jostling as he did. He turned to me and smiled "Made it through the first morning wood?" I nodded. I hadn't expected our nudity to persist after last night but hey, nothing we haven't seen before. I opened the robe to flash the cage still on. He gave me a high five. "Well done, man. I hope you don't mind the additional nudity by the way. I just feel more comfortable like this, and we've already seen each other anyway." I smiled. Nice of him. I undid the front of my robe, acknowledging what he'd said, and sat at the table. He put the food on the table and sat down, giving a little shudder as he did so. I started to eat and so did he "You okay?" He looked up "Hm? Oh, sorry, I've got a plug in. It just shifted when I sat." He went back to eating but I was clearly a little shocked. "You've got a plug in... right now? Do you always have one?" He looked up "I like to keep a nice constant level of horniness... so if I'm not there yet, I wear a plug that day." "That *day*?" "Oh, yeah. Once I started wearing them out and about it got hard to stop. Oh I didn't ask - did you try any toys after going back to bed last night? Pretty amazing, right?" I shook my head. "I don't have any toys... I use my fingers sometimes." He stared straight at me and put his fork down. "You poor soul. I can't believe you've gone this long." He jumped up and headed into his bedroom and returned with a large plastic bucket, opening up the lid to reveal all kinds of toys inside. Plugs, dildos, vibrators, a few more cages, some straps and harnesses. "I think we've got a real connection here, man, so what's mine is yours. Knock yourself out. Just clean 'em when you're done." I blushed deeply as I looked over the toys inside. He took a few out and placed them on a shelf, the tub open beneath it. I guess that's where they live now. Certainly not a tasteful move, but it's not like we had a lot of company anyway. I felt my cock inflate and push frustratingly against the walls of the cage, I shuddered. This time it felt good. I certainly wasn't about to complain. He finished eating first and set to work picking out and lubricating a relatively small plug while I finished eating. I swallowed hard as he handed it to me. It seemed rude to take it back to my room to insert, so I dropped my robe and put the plug on the kitchen floor. It was soft silicone, maybe four inches long and a little wider than two of my fingers together. I squatted over it and felt its tip tease my hole. My cock throbbed and I breathed hard. "No need to go fast" he said. So I didn't. I slowly sat back, feeling my hole open up wider around it. I wasn't sure if the additional pleasure beyond what my fingers could do were because of the size, the material, or the cage heightening everything just a bit. But whatever it was, I gasped when the largest part slipped inside me and the base nestled against my crack. My cage was dripping pre from the slit onto the floor. He grinned, watching my face. "Comforting, isn't it?" I nodded and stood slowly. The plug moved inside me with every step. I twitched and shuddered, my nipples hard and my cage twitching. He chuckled "Now there's a convert if I've ever seen one." I smiled. I was already scanning the toys wondering what I would be putting in my ass next. V. He'd convinced me to take it slow and just stick with the small plug for the day, so I did. My mind was still spinning as we got dressed, Allen showing me how to tuck a clean sock in my underwear so as not to get a wet spot from pre on my pants. Going to the grocery store like this for our standard Saturday shopping had somehow become the most exciting and naughtiest thing I had ever done. I couldn't help but sweat a bit. My cage was straining the whole time and the sock came in very handy. I could swear guys were checking out my ass the whole time and I kept looking over my shoulder to catch them looking, but never did. We somehow made it through checkout when Allen suggested taking the bus home, despite it being close enough to walk. We were both red-faced trying so hard not to squirm and moan as the bouncing bus moved our plugs inside of us. We finally got back and rushed inside. We stripped right away, it just seemed natural. But beyond that I was far too worked up. I needed to do something. I bent over the couch and began pushing on the plug, drumming fingers on it, making little moans to myself. My hand kept dashing to my cock to jack off but found only metal. I groaned. Allen came in next to me, smiling. "That plug's not what you need now. Here, lay on the couch." I could hardly think straight but laid on my back. He tucked my legs up to my chest and pulled on the base of the plug. I squealed loudly as it slipped out. He grinned and waved a lubricated flesh-colored dildo, larger than the plug, at me. I nodded feverishly and he put the tip to my ass, pushing gently at first until my ring slipped around the head, making me snap my head back and gasp. He pushed the toy in deeper. I was stretched open wider than I'd been before, but with all the practice and excitement of the day I found it easy to take. Before long, he leaned over me and grinned "It's in all the way. I'm going to fuck you with it now." His hand tightened around the base and he pushed it in as deep as he could before pulling out, then in again. I closed my eyes and pulled my knees to my chest. I imagined the man from the other night. I imagined he had me just where Allan had been the night before, ramming into me just as hard. Squealing just like him - that was something I actually could do, and did. I twitched every time it slammed deep into me, my cock throbbing and begging to be let out, but denied every time. The feeling in my cock seemed to spread, covering my balls, reaching deep into my prostate, my whole body seemed to vibrate. And then I came. I shrieked as the cum shot out the tip of the cage and splattered across my chest. Allen actually jumped back a bit, clearly shocked by it. I was certainly shocked by it. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, way better than any time I'd ever jacked off. Certainly better than any of my sexual experiences. My eyes shot open wide and I panted, my cum dripping down my cheek. As I came to my senses and Allen slid the toy from my ass, leaving it twitching and tingling, he leaned over me again "Holy shit man, I can't believe you came hands-free already! That took me MONTHS to train myself to do that! You're a fucking natural!" He gave me a high five and I collapsed, finally letting go of my legs. I lay there completely drained. "I know you're too tired to return the favor right now, but maybe later." He chuckled. I nodded. That's what friends are for, right? He put some porn on the television - a large beefy man fucking a smaller bear - inserted a larger plug into himself, and applied a vibrator to his cage. I saw the larger plug as a goal now, as he demonstrated the typical way he was able to cum caged. It took him a solid half an hour of bouncing on the couch, moaning, squealing, and that intense vibrating focused right on his cock, to cum. That night he didn't think he could cum again, so I returned the immense favor he'd done me by using a slimmer, longer dildo on him. I pulled it in and out of him slowly. It seemed to calm him a lot. I helped him out for about an hour before he dozed off, toy still inside him, and I went back to my own room. VI. As time went by, the strange things we did seemed to slip into routine, almost like training, becoming normal until we added yet another new flavor. Evenings now were quite regular. We hardly wore clothes in the house any more. And nearly every evening went the same way, taking turns pushing toys into each other, working up to larger and larger sizes. I progressed quite quickly for being a latecomer to toys. There had been an enormous plug at the bottom of the tub that Allan had never quite been able to handle. The day I finally slipped it inside, we celebrated with beers and a pizza, just barely remembering to put clothes back on for the delivery guy. Allen got better as well. He needed his vibrator less and less. He felt his body better and understood it, knowing how to cum from anal stimulation alone, or at most anal with both of his hands pinching and twisting at his nipples. He immediately set about training to cum from his nipples alone. It's difficult, takes him a few hours, but after enough training, even that he could do. It was odd, given how we fucked each other with toys just about every night, just how much it didn't feel like a sexual relationship between us. We were just two friends helping each other out. Working towards goals almost like workout buddies. Trying to take bigger toys. Trying to cum less often - we found that they were most powerful after waiting about ten days. We got much better at riding the toys just to the point of maximum frustration before backing off. We even knew we were fantasizing about other men as we did it. We'd discuss who we'd imagined being fucked by, give each other ideas, share pictures of men. Three months in I realized that neither of us had once taken off our cages since the night I'd put mine on. We didn't want to. Once we'd found our orgasms, everything without the cage seemed to pale in comparison. Our real goals developed. We wanted to be bottoms, we decided, pure, submissive, true bottoms, for real men. Fucked hard and put away wet, getting up with wobbly knees to bring him a drink after. And that's what we were working for. We were training for the job. We wanted to be big enough sluts, pure enough subs, that we would find a man who would *take* us, who wouldn't be able to resist using us for what we could do for them. Allen's friend came by occasionally. Turned out Allen didn't know his name either. He certainly didn't want to know ours. But it turned out he was a businessman only in town once a month or so. The first time he came back, he looked at me with a little suspicion, but let me suck his cock to get him hard, and then lick his balls while he fucked his toy Allen, over the kitchen table this time. That first real cock I'd had in ages made me shiver and whimper just from the sight of it. The second time he came back I finally got my prize. He sniffed me, grinned, and grabbed me by the shoulder, shoving me on the couch and jumping on top of me, pinning me to the couch and slamming himself inside. I don't know what he smelled on me, but I know what I felt. I felt completely consumed, engrossed with his power, my whole body yielding to him. Had I been fucked before that night? At that point I'd have to say only technically. At 23, this was the first one that counted. I could barely stand afterwards. Only by his third visit had I managed to get used to it at all. VII. We knew it wasn't enough. We didn't just want to take cocks. We wanted to be everything a real man needed. Allen's friend stopped calling, which was just as well. He just wanted us for a fuck. We wanted a man who wanted more of us. Servility started to appear in our little training sessions. At first we fixed drinks and meals for each other, serving them as submissively as we could, but it felt strange. So instead we invented an imaginary houseguest, The Master, who we could serve. We set his invisible place at the table, eating at the counter ourselves. We made him drinks that went undrunk, we gave him invisible massages, we crawled under the table for him. More toys came out of Allen's little bin. The harnesses and straps, it turned out, he had never used. Bought them in a fit of excitement without knowing anyone who could use them on him. So we trained more. Learning to tie the knots, how to swing a paddle, so that we could be on the receiving end of it. We took turns being in bondage, being the ones whose asses were paddled red and raw. Being tied in uncomfortable positions and just sitting there, taking it, getting better and better. It felt right. VIII. Charles contacted Allen in July. Allen had always been more active online than me, and we had discussed him putting about feelers in his circles. Feelers looking for Men, for a real man who wanted what we had to offer. That had been in April. We hadn't gotten hits, not real ones anyway. The odd guy who would flake, or who would show up, fuck us meekly, and leave. But we were not about to give up at this point, and beyond all odds, Charles messaged on July 13, at 10PM. He would be in town in two weeks. He would use us. We would know he had been there. We were not to cum until he got there. It was not a request. Our training for those two weeks went into overdrive. Making sure we would never contradict him, would take what he said immediately, would obey him the way we knew we should, to serve him, to take his cock. He arrived at the door in a suit, the top button on his shirt open. We were naked. And we were ready. Without saying a word we knew to take off his jacket, his tie, fold them, hang them up, stand at attention. We fixed his dinner and served it to him, bending over and cutting his steak in front of him. He grabbed Allen's cage as the meat was cut. It was the first contact. Allen sweated, his hands shaking. We waited on our knees for him to finish, then brought him to the living room, took off his shoes, brought him a whiskey, and allowed him to relax. We waited at attention, never looking at each other, never second-guessing anything. Not even sure how we knew each step of this dance without being told a word. He finished his drink and I moved to take the glass when he grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him. He looked into my eyes and I had never felt such fear and exhiliaration. He yanked his belt off with a smooth pull and whipped it at my back and ass in quick succession, making me yelp. He threw me to the floor and jumped on top of me, pinning my arms and legs beneath his. He barely undressed but pulled out his cock and rammed it fully inside me in one growling snarl. I squealed and saw white, like I'd never been fucked before. He pounded his full weight into me, muscles in his hairy arms flexing as my hands tingled and lost feeling while he squeezed my wrists. His cock found the deepest part of me, somehow hitting further inside than even the toys that, objectively, were cartoonishly twice his size. It didn't matter. It filled me. I had never cum twice from the same fucking before, but the floor and my stomach were a mess when he finally roared, snatching my hair and smacking my ass with an open palm, filling me with his cum, jutting in and out of me like some force of nature. His sweat dripped from his brow onto my back and I wheezed, hardly able to catch my breath as I lay there, my whole body on fire, twitching, unable to control my movements. He moved back to his knees, his cock pulling out of me with a shudder as my hole closed back up. Slouching to my side, I could see out of the corner of my eye as his head turned to Sllen. His cock still hard. A glint in his eye. Fear in Allen's. He pounced. I don't know how long I was asleep, couldn't have been more than an hour, but Allen and I were still on the floor while Charles was getting ready to leave. He was fixing his tie and cufflinks and putting his jacket back on. Charles finally spoke. We hadn't expected the British accent. "I have come to a point in my life," he said, "where I can support the keeping of several houseboy servants. You will be my Things. Fully. You're not ready yet. But you're close. I can work with that." He reached inside his jacket and laid a small folder on the table. "Two tickets. Bring nothing with you. Things don't have property." And he left. We gathered ourselves, working our way to our feet, finally. Hair mussed, bodies sore, asses wrecked. Allen picked up the tickets. "I guess... I guess I'll cancel the lease." We smiled.