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Chapter 4: Rewards
Charlie looked at me for a moment, unhurried, while I sat there dripping in my own mess and still catching my breath. We were naked together, and I had exploded, even though I wasn’t supposed to. His dick was a big, hard and throbbing pole of manhood. He exerted control simply through his presence.
"Don't move," he said.
He got up and went to the bedroom, his large cock bouncing in the air in front of him. I heard a drawer open and close. He came back with a small towel and a small cardboard box the size of a baseball. He dropped the towel in my lap and set the box carefully down on the coffee table.
"You should clean up," he said, and sat back down.
I wiped my face and chest and stomach and dropped the towel on the floor. He watched me do it with an observational expression he'd had all night, like he was logging data.
"You finished early," he said again. Not repeating it to be cruel, just stating it like a fact.
"I know," I said.
"Your body doesn't know how to hold it yet." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "That's what we're going to fix."
"How," I said.
He didn't answer immediately. He looked at me for another moment, then picked up the box off the coffee table. He opened it and poured its contents into his hand. I watched carefully, and couldn’t really tell what it was. A shiny, metal set of rings, like a little magic trick set.
"This keeps you from spilling your seed between sessions," he said. "Your body needs to accumulate what it builds instead of burning it off. Everything you've been feeling tonight, that pressure, that fullness, you hold onto that. It becomes something special."
"What… what does it become," I said.
"Output," he said. "Presence. Everything.”
I looked at the thing in his hand and then back at him.
"It's a training tool," he said. "Same as anything else."
He said it practically, almost like it was just informational, but I could sense a clever deviousness behind his words. I had just cum, so I had a small sense of clarity around it. I couldn’t believe that non-gay guys would interact like this, but there weren’t enough alarm bells going off to overcome his gravitas, the sway he had over me. He was using the same voice he used when he told me to hinge at the hip, when he explained protein timing, when he corrected my knee tracking. By that point the voice had a physical effect on me, a kind of settling, like my body had learned to trust it.
"Okay," I said.
He fitted it onto my balls first, and then the metal cylinder that trapped my dick, while I sat there watching, still warm from the orgasm. My dick fought to stay hard, or even get hard again as he touched it. I reeled internally at the contrast of the cool metal and Charlie’s warm hands touching me. He worked without rushing, squeezing me into it, some of my cum acting to lubricate my entry into the tight-fitting device. He checked the fit twice, adjusting once, then twisted a knob and pulled out a key I didn’t even realize was in there.
Once it was on and snug, he gave it a poke, watched my junk bounce around on its own. It was a strange sensation. My body still pushed blood into the area, and I could feel my hard dick still, it was just more on the “inside” of my body instead. I felt the erection down in my taint.
“It feels… ok,” I said, trying to talk myself into this, not that it mattered at this point. I wasn’t the one holding the key.
He suddenly tossed the key over his shoulder. It landed somewhere in the next room. I heard it skitter across the hardwood as it disappeared, bouncing around for a moment before it stopped.
I looked in the general direction it had gone and then back at him.
"We'll find it when it's time," he said.
He settled back, his firm erection having kept all of its strength. I sat there in the cage and just listened to my body rejecting it, ignoring the ache in my crotch.
"You actually did well tonight, overall," he said, after a moment. "Considering."
"Considering I blew it," I said.
"Considering it was your first time with a buddy." He looked at the TV, which had gone to a still screen. "That earns something back."
I waited.
"You lost a significant amount of essence tonight," he said. "Your body needs to recalibrate. There's a way to replace what you lost." He looked at me. "I've been holding mine for a week. Since the cockfight. I can share some of that with you."
"How," I said as I gulped, already getting a general sense of the direction.
He leaned toward me on the couch, his big, muscular body crawling in my direction. I leaned back instinctively, giving him his space, but he just kept moving forward until he was hovering over me a I looked up at him. My heart race and I felt a flash of nerves shot from my head to my ass. His big cock floated in the air between us. I was naked except for the metal device I was wearing on my cock.
"This is a reward," he said. "For your body. For what you've been building."
He stretched his arm across my face and lowered himself, the hair of his armpit tickling my nose before the moist center of it bore down onto my lips. The smell of him wasn’t bad at all, it was dense, pure man, superior to me, and everything I wanted to be in life.
I had put enough together to know what this was. I stuck out my tongue and licked. I tasted the saltiness of it and felt him exhale, his breath reaching my neck.
“That’s it,” he murmured.
I braced my hands on his sides and licked in circles, sucking in the salty taste like I was giving him a bath. I rubbed my palms up and down, feeling his ripples, while his body started to rest more and more of its weight on me, until his large, rock hard dick pressed directly into my stomach and stayed there.
He shifted to give me his other arm pit, and I was greeted with a fresh area to clean. The taste was strong and tangy again, until I had cleaned it all, and then it was just his skin and his pit hair. He sat up, separating his body from mine, and looked down at me. Even though he was the one feeding me, he had a hungry look in his eyes.
“More?” I said softly.
The faintest smirk appeared on his face as he slid back, sinking into the couch cushions.
I looked at him. His body was right there, all of it, lit by the low lamp in the corner. I had seen it a hundred times and it still required appreciation every time. I moved off the couch and onto my knees on the floor in front of him and he watched me do it without expression.
I stared past his pringles can of a dick to stare at his round, bulging chest. My hands moved on their own, finding the muscle there, and my mouth followed, my budding abs pushing his dick down as I licked his nipples. He let me, and just watched, his arms moving to the back of the couch, calm. I worked across his chest and felt the density of him under my hands, the warmth of his skin, and heard his breathing stay slow and even.
I moved to his stomach as I held his dick to the side. His abs tensed slightly under my mouth and I felt it and kept going, working lower to his happy trail, and then redirecting. I found his kiwi fruit balls with my hands, and held them one in each palm, gently moving them around, until I dove down with my tongue. He had little hair on his balls, evidence of a clean grooming regimen, and I tasted the strangely familiar musk of a man’s balls. It was like mine, but better in a way I couldn’t explain. I sucked one into my mouth, and he exhaled once. The first sound he'd made in a while.
"Good," he said.
He shifted again, lowering himself on the couch. I thought he was pushing his dick toward my face, which made my heart race, but he spread his legs, and lifted them.
“Go for it,” he said quietly, as his muscular butt became accessible.
I grabbed for his round orbs of glute, and pulled them apart, revealing a pink hole surrounded by a masculine, even tuft of hair. I nervously sucked my lips into my mouth, before diving into his hole with my tongue.
“Eat it,” he said, like he couldn’t help himself. His balls rested on my forehead while I slobbered onto his ass, soaking in the most vulnerable, private area of him.
When I stuck my tongue in deeper, he shifted. When I did it again, he put his hand on the back of my head, holding me in harder.
The sensation of being pushed into his ass while I ate it with all my strength sent a shock through my body. I suddenly remembered my cock being restrained when I felt the pang of a throbbing attempted erection meet the confines of the steel cage Charlie had put on me.
I moaned. He released the lightest chuckle with an exhale, pushing my head in deeper, licking in circles.
When he shifted me again I moved with him, back around, finding my way to his thighs, the inside of them, the crease where his leg met his body, and then to his balls again. I gave them another warm bath, feeling him respond under my hands and mouth.
His breathing was different now. Slower and deeper at the same time, controlled, but only barely.
I moved up. I didn't need to be guided. I sniffed deeply at the base of his dick, and held it in my hand, feeling the blood flowing into it. It pulsed in my fingers, and I could feel his eyes burning a hole through the top of my curly hair. I kissed and licked him, and worked up the length of him slowly, tasting the testosterone of him, the pheromones, the gift he was giving me. I reached the head of it, which looked too big to fit in my mouth, but I had done it before, sort of, and I pressed forward to take him in, stretching my lips around him.
The corners of my mouth burned with the stretch as he exhaled hard through his nose. His hand pressed my head down until the full head was inside my mouth, and he held it there.
After a moment, he put a second hand on my head and started moving me, and I soon realized that this was different.
This was not like the shower.
In the shower it had been an accident, or close enough to one that I could call it that. This was deliberate and he was treating it that way. His hips moved, his hand held my head where he wanted it, with no patience for the centimeter-at-a-time approach I'd managed on the bench that first day, and soon he was using the full length of himself, holding me down past what was a natural fit. He pulled back only far enough to let me breathe before pressing back down, jamming against the back of my throat, threatening to stretch it fully around his monster.
When I gagged for probably the third time, he reached down to my body and lifted me by my hips, effortlessly throwing me up onto the couch with him. He wrapped his legs around my head and held his dick firmly in my mouth, his tree trunk thighs tight against my neck as his massive dick plugged my mouth. I couldn’t look up at him, but I heard him grunt in a weird satisfaction at what he was doing.
“You earned this,” he said, reminding me that he was doing it for me, and not for himself.
A hand found me from behind, running down my back until he touched my ass. Two wet fingers pressed into my hole with no warning, and the cage filled with even more pressure than it already had. The strange sensation, which I had only felt before from those same fingers at the cockfight, felt like I was going to cum again, just from the touch inside my ass.
I had no choice but to stay with it. Both ends of it, all of it, his meat stretching my mouth and mashing my tongue, his hand in my hair, his legs around my head and his fingers working in and out of my ass, and the full weight of him with me on the couch. I felt something enormous building in my body that had nowhere to go because of the cage, pressure compounding on pressure, and I heard myself make a muffled sound around him and felt his whole body respond to it. He liked the way my body reacted to all of the overstimulation.
He was close. I could feel it in the way he'd gone still except for his hips, the way his thighs had gone hard against my head, the copious pre-cum spilling onto my tongue, mixing with my saliva and throat juices, the way his breathing had gotten erratic.
He put a second hand on my ass, one hand on each cheek, with two fingers of each hand inside my hole, pulling me open. I felt the cool air on my insides as he used my ass the pull my whole body harder onto his dick.
I groaned with the intense, bizarre mix of sensations as I felt my body clench around his fingers, and at the same moment he went over the edge, my head held still by his thighs as his large dick got harder, and straighter, thicker as it pulsed against the back of my throat.
He released one strained, “GUH” as the first wave of juice hit the back of my throat with a force that surprised me even though I'd been expecting it. It was heavy and warm and made me want to cough, but I couldn’t.
Either my mind was processing the surreal experience in slow motion, or his body just didn't rush through it. Each wave of his orgasm came fully before the next one, his hands stretching my ass, keeping me in place, his hips pressed forward and his muscular legs wrapped around me, his whole body shuddering once per pulse while I held on and took everything he gave. When he shifted, I was even able to swallow what hadn’t spilled out of my mouth.
When it was done he stayed where he was for a long moment, his hands loosening from my ass, letting my body rest on the couch, his legs releasing my head. I let gravity pull my head to the side and rest on his thigh as his monster cock slipped out of my mouth, resting in a slimy pile against his thighs. His breathing slowed back down.
Then he exhaled once, long and deliberate.
"That's a sacrifice I'll make for you," he said.
He lifted me by the shoulders, gently, but assertively, and set me upright on the couch next to him. I sat there, sinking back into the couch and wiping my face, the water from my eyes mixing with the cum and throat juice on my chin. My mind was blank and I was aware of little more than the throbbing in my crotch and the restraint of my cage, and the feeling of his fingers still in the physical memory of my ass.
I finally leaned forward, grabbing my phone as an instinct, and checking the time.
“Damn,” I said, clearing my throat, “It’s 3am.”
I looked around at the messy barrage of clothes we had left around the couch area.
He put a hand on my thigh. "Why don't you just crash here."
“This couch looks comfy enough,” I said, too numb to even register the warmth of the gesture.
"No dude. My bed is big enough," he said, and gestured at the bedroom.
I knew that distantly I would really appreciate this invitation in the morning, but in the moment all I felt was a surreal sense of pleasure, a ringing in my ears, a heavy sensation in my head, like I was having an extended, new type of orgasm. I was in a daze.
He got up and went into the bedroom, and I followed him. He reached into his nightstand for something, and I got into his bed, on the far side, facing the wall. He got in behind me and his arm came across my chest, pulling me in tight as his naked body pressed into me. I felt the weight of his arm on my body, and felt the cage pulse.
“One last thing,” he said as I felt something probe my ass. “For posture.”
I felt something like a small, firm object lodge into my ass, with sort of a plug on the end that held it in. I was stretched out enough from his fingering that it slipped in easily, and then held itself right at the entrance while my hole clenched.
“It’s important for looksmaxing too,” he said, his voice already trailing off toward sleep.
I sank back into him, and his arm firmly rubbed my chest and abs, before his hand rested loosely on my neck.
"Camaraderie,” he muttered, half asleep, his chin on top of my head, “...improves gains.”
I stared at the wall, my eyes starting to close on their own, only one thing coming to mind for me to say.
“Kinda cool how none of this counts as gay.”