“You tell me.” I swing for his nuts but he dodges my punch, sending me hurling toward the other wall. We both bust out laughing. “Quick reflexes you’ve got there.”
He nods. “Bro, I gotta confess, I can’t believe you’re really going for this.”
“Neither can I.” I examine my reflection from every angle of the surrounding mirrors. Gone is the big one-eyed beast that has always hung between my legs. All that’s left of me is a tiny nub trapped in steel and two very plump balls which now seem oddly bigger than my cock. “How do I go to the bathroom?”
Andre handles my imprisoned manhood and points it upward so I can get a good view. The tip of the cage has an open circle that’s just large enough for fluids to pass. “Your piss hole lines up with the center. You see that? You’ll have a clear shot. But you might want to sit down to avoid any messy splashing.”
His warm hand is strangely soothing, and I feel myself straining against my confined cage. “What happens if I get hard?”
“Like I said earlier, you’re no match for steel. If youtryto get hard, your nuts will get crunched between the shaft piece and the ring.”
“And if I need to unlock?”
“Then you come to me.” He dangles a double set of keys in front of my face. “Don’t worry, Nick. I’ll take care of you.”
CHAPTER 3
If it weren’t for pure exhaustion, I don’t think I would have slept at all last night. The constant tugging on my locked manhood was driving me out of my mind. My underwear was a mess, a puddle of pre-cum dripping slowly from the tap. Thankfully I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Today was a challenge but I kept myself busy. This morning I went to the park with a few of my buds. We kicked around the soccer ball a bit, just hung out and enjoyed the nice weather. It was kind of overcast and breezy.
Word had gotten around about my chastity device, and everyone thought it was a joke. I assured them it wasn’t. I wanted them to know I was serious about that cash, so they’d better be ready to cough it up. A couple of guys even wanted to see the cage. I told them I wasn’t down for a show. Not yet anyway.
I’m still pretty self-conscious about how tiny my dick looks. I’m used to being Big Nick, not little dick.
We played video games in the afternoon, then a group of us cooked dinner together and finished off the evening watching TV. Our house is always alive with good conversation and laughter. That’s what I love about being in a fraternity. It’s a bond, a brotherhood.
The guys kept asking to see my dick. All it did was remind me of how horny and frustrated I felt. I had to change my underwear two times just to avoid creating a wet spot on my pants from all the leakage.
Things finally quieted down around midnight, and I headed into the library at the back of the house. It’s the only space where we have a rule for everyone to keep the volume down. No laughing, no hanging out just to make noise. I usually go there to study. But now I just need to clear my head.
I walk over to one of the massive windows, which has floor-to-ceiling glass and an awesome view of the park behind our house.
“Long day?” a voice asks from the shadows.
My heart jumps. I look to the corner to find Andre sitting in an oversized armchair. “Damn, man. I didn’t know anyone was in here.”
He leans forward, his face now visible in the moonlight. “Sorry.”
“It was a good day,” I say. “I’m just trying to stay busy.”
“To keep your mind off the bet?”
“Not that anyone will let me forget about it.” I walk over to Andre’s side.
“You can always cave if you want. I could unlock you right now and send you on your way to the bars. I bet it would feel so good to unload in some hottie.”
My stomach flutters just thinking about how good it would be. I feel another strand of fluid pulse out of me. But I resist the temptation. “Not a chance, man.”
Andre shrugs. “It’s your choice. Always your choice. Are you having any trouble with chaffing or pinching?”
“No. Just dealing with a river down there. I’ve never seen so much pre-cum. It’s like my balls are ready to bust.”
“Your prostate.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not your balls, it’s your prostate gland.” Andre stands and fills the space between us. He’s taller than I am by a few inches, and I’m 6-foot-1. “Your prostate is swollen.”