The Dry Spell

Cole knew he should have told Janice the truth, that it was innocent. However, they'd been girlfriend and boyfriend for three semesters. Over a year of booty calls. Not the usual booty calls that college guys received. No, his booty calls always involved giving Janice oral pleasure until her sexual needs were satisfied.

And those needs were quite strong.

While her needs for straight sex...or even giving throwing him the occasional blowjob were non-existent.

It wasn't that she didn't give them a try. She would occasionally try, but she'd always exert such control and crazy conditions. Double condoms, cycle timing, pull out method. Stand there. Bend your knees Cole. Lean back. More. Now..no, that's you've ruined it.Then she'd clam up, covering her eyes with her hands, as if he were some sort of rapist for wanting consensual sex.

So, he'd lied by omission and she'd cried and broken up with him - after calling him every dirty name in the book.

As a result, Cole was torn. Tell her the truth, and then she'd probably be freshly furious for making her believe a lie for so long. Or...

"I'm sorry about that...I was young." Cole said.

"That's okay lover," Janice said. "I was young too. A little naive. I've learned a few things since then too."

She gently pumped his cock. Not expertly, but Cole wasn't complaining. Poverty had eliminated his dating ability, so it'd been quite some time since feeling another hand other than his own caressing his tool. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be hired, and then to get all these fringe benefits as well. Well, karma owed him.

"You like that baby?" Janice asked.

"Yes..." Cole panted. His pants and underwear had fallen to his ankles and Janice had reached from behind him - between his legs, and was massaging his swollen balls. Janice had learned a thing or two. Back in college she'd never managed to bring him off.

"Careful," he warned. He didn't think she'd take it well, if he decorated her desk in vanilla icing.

She let go of his cock with her right hand, while continuing to massage his balls with her left. She picked up the tissues with her right, placing them over the head of his cock.

"Gugh." Cole grunted in dismay. She said she learned a few things...well obviously it wasn't related to a man's sexual needs. Did she think he could come from just having his balls massaged? It did feel good, but due to their swollen nature, the sensation was growing increasingly uncomfortable.He reluctantly reached for his cock with his right hand to help her along.

Only to have the tissues thrust into it. That should be an improvement, Cole thought to himself, waiting patiently for her to resume pumping his cock, now that he held the tissues for her. Only she didn't. She kept massaging his balls and now her free hand tweaked his nipples.

"There you go," Janice said finally, placing his hand on his cock.

Cole grunted in dismay. It wasn't even the proper hand. He favored his right. But he'd given in without a fight and was making do with his left.

"Uf..uf..shit.." he panted. He was getting close.

And then she pulled on his balls. Forcing him to lean forward to take off the pressure. Hey! He was going to say hey now, stop that. That's uncomfortable. But there was more. That particular indignity paled in comparison to a further indignity. A digit, a finger, probably an index finger, hand been pushed into his rectum.

"Like I said," Janice purred. "I've learned a few tricks."

"Uff.no..." He muttered. Not because he wanted her to stop, but because he'd wanted to hold off. He knew for certain he'd be ashamed if he only lasted a few seconds of stroking his cock. He stopped pumping all together, but it wasn't enough. It was already too late. The surprise intrusion was too much stimulation and his balls clenched. Her hand still massaged him from behind. He could reach back to stop her without moving either his hand that clutched the tissues or the one gripping his cock.

Without the tissues, he'd make a mess. Without the self-stimulation, his orgasm would be wasted. He gave in and worked his cock, his balls pumping, his ass spasming on the intruding finger, catching a full load of semen in the tissues.

"That was fast." Janice giggled, removing her finger and letting go of his balls.

"I..I was..already excited...from before..." Cole stammered, face burning in shame.

"There's no need to feel ashamed Cole." Janice said. "I like having that effect on you. Besides, some guys enjoy a little anal play."

"...thanks.." Cole breathed, cheeks blushing furiously, as she toyed with his rapidly softening member. It was a glorious come despite the surprise. He needed to catch his breath. Then he felt it. Something cold against his cock.

"What are you doing?" Cole asked. Her hand encased his cock, but it felt like ..maybe she had squirted some cold lotion on her palm or something. But when she moved it, he saw he was wrong. She'd place a metal...device of some sort over his cock. Was it some sort of sex toy? Perhaps the metal ridges were used to maximize sexual sensation? If it was, it'd have to be for the woman's benefit, because it looked like he would be losing some areas of stimulation.

It wasn't just some areas, Cole determined, taking a closer look. The head of his cock was the most sensitive area on his penis, and the...toy...looked like it would block almost all the sensation. Worse, the toy...not toy...it looked more like a jail for his cock than a toy, was pointing in the wrong direction. Not curved up, like an erection, but curved down toward his balls. What was more, Janice pressed up from his balls, and he felt it tighten, enclosing him tightly in its grip.

Then a click. It wasn't just a light click either, but a very solid sounding click.

Cole reached down, pushing Janice's hands out of the way and tugged. The cage didn't budge.

"Just a little insurance policy to make sure this little guy doesn't get you in trouble again." Janice chuckled. "Don't pull at it so hard, you may injure yourself. You act as if there isn't a key."

"A key?" Cole asked.

"Of course," Janice said. "What kind of person do you take me for?"

Cole wisely kept the truth unsaid. "I was just startled. Where is the key?"

"Right here," Janice said, pulling her necklace from between her full breasts. Hanging at the end was a small cylindrical key. "Kept safe where there's no danger of it getting lost."

"Can..can I have a copy?"

"Cheating on me already?" Janice's voice turned hard.

"Of course not," Cole said nervously.

"Then why are you so eager to have the key?"

"I ..may need to use the bathroom."

"It's designed not to interfere with bodily functions or bathing." Janice said. "Course you may need to sit down ... I'm not quite sure."

"I've just..never heard of anything like this before." Cole said.

"Really?" Janice said. "I'm surprised. They are becoming quite popular, very big in Japan right now, so unless you have a valid medical concern, I'm afraid this is a non-negotiable for me. I'll be disappointed, but on the bright side, I haven't turned your paperwork in. I'll take it off and see you to the door."

"I-I don't want to quit. I was just curious." Cole briefly felt his heart sink. He needed this job. He'd been too broke to date, so it wasn't like it was a big loss not to be able to date right now anyway. At least he could eat and maybe get a few creditors off his back. Then he could renegotiate from a position of strength.

"Good. I'll show you around and perhaps we can go have a drink to celebrate your new position after work."

Cole blushed, knees feeling weak. He didn't want Janice to know how desperate his straits were, but there seemed no choice but to admit the truth.

"I ahhh...rode the bus."

"Do you even have a car?" Janice tisked, her eyebrow arched imperiously.

"It's a long story." Cole admitted.

Janice sighed. "I guess I can give you a ride." Then her lips turned up in a wicked grin, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "And then perhaps we can work out some form of payment."

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It was three months since Cole was hired and things had changed. Well, out of Cole's control to be precise.

It hadn't started out that way. It began easily enough, with Cole spending a lot of time at Janice's house. He'd confided his financial troubles, and then he found himself living with her. It made sense. He was over two month's behind on his rent. His creditors hounded him. His new job paid, but not well enough for him to get caught up. He could even ride to work with Janice.

It was almost like living together. But there were differences. She was his supervisor, not just at work, but at home.

When she asked him. "Take out the trash," he took out the trash. When she said, "Can you make the bed?" he made the bed. When she asked for a back rub, he gave her an hour long back rub a masseuse would be proud of. And he was required to say, "Yes ma'am and no ma'am" just like when he was at work and even though they were lovers.

Speaking of lovers, when it came to that love, things were more on Janice's terms than Cole's.

"Why do I have to wear this?" Cole asked, rubbing the steel cage beneath his pants. "I'm with you all the time. You don't have to worry that I'll cheat."

"Maybe you are with me all the time because you can't cheat." Janice said, pulling the key from between her breasts and rubbing it between forefinger and thumb as was her habit, and sliding off her panties.

"I wouldn't." Cole said. "I..I don't know of any other guys who wear something like this."

"Have you told anyone about your little cage?" Janice asked.

"No ma'am." Cole's face flushed. He'd tried to get out of her cruel contraption, but he'd failed miserably. He was pretty sure a locksmith could pick the lock or make a duplicate key, but he was far too ashamed to ask anyone for assistance.

"There you have it. Just because they have one, doesn't mean they'd tell you." Janice said. "Besides, I hear a ton of men in Japan have one."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, I'm sure. They are called herbivore men. You can look it up."

Cole guessed she was probably right. But herbivore men? What kind of man was called a herbivore? Is it because of something they ate?

Janice's thighs opening invitingly. "Does my little dicky want to come out and play?" she teased.

"Yes ma'am." Cole answered, as he knew was expected. Sliding to the floor at her feet. Kissing her knees and then her thighs. Moving ever closer to the curls of her mound. Working her up, slowly but steadily. Teasing, pleasing, using lips and tongue until she climaxed loudly.

After she was sated it would be his turn.

"Now or tonight?" she asked.

Cole would rather to wait. It was much less embarrassing. But sometimes his balls ached terribly. He knew if he waited his orgasm would be a painful affair. Now was one of those times.

"Now, if it pleases you ma'am."

Janice smiled and reached into her drawer, where she kept a pair of fur lined hand cuffs.

"Turn around."

'Yes ma'am." Cole knew better than to protest or to even ask why. If he did, she'd leave him in his cage. So he turned around and let her lock his wrists behind him. Then back around so she could unlock his cage.

Janice pulled his underwear back up, her fingers pulling at his cock until it grew hard and formed a tent.

"Such a cute and pretty cock," Janice purred. "A shame I can't trust it."

Again Cole knew it was futile to protest. He'd tried it time and again. Better to let her have her say. Otherwise, she'd get a cube of ice from the freezer and use it on his cock until it shriveled enough to be caged again. With his hands cuffed behind him, he'd be powerless to stop her.

"Okay baby," Janice licked her lips, as she settled back into the sofa, her legs splayed open.

Cole knelt once more. Edging up until he straddled her leg. He flexed his hips, and pushed his cock against her shin, while she looked down at him, her eyes shining brightly. He shivered as his cheeks burned in shame. If only he'd waiting until later when they were in bed, he would be able to rub himself on her backside until he came. But though there was more shame and less sensation, this way he could at least look at her pussy.

Sure, he'd rather have traditional intercourse, but even at the beginning of the relationship, it became clear that Janice's sexual stamina was much higher than his. He would prefer to have sex every few days, while Janice seemed to want it several times each day. His cock would never be up for the challenge. But his tongue was.

It was not so bad as it sounded. He was having sex. He had a girlfriend. He was paying his creditors back. He wasn't picking up food at the food bank.

Cole's hips pumped. His cock moved up and down. Janice's displayed pussy made his insides hot and melted his shame away.

"You are so sexy..." he added, knowing she'd be bitter if he didn't pay her a few complements while he was engaged. "So pretty. You turn me on. Oh God...so close."

"OH God!" Cole groaned

His balls pumped. They ached with every pump. His seed spewed. There was an advantage to being so pent up, his climax was massive and seemed to go on forever.He closed his thighs just in case his underwear proved inadequate to catch his semen.

When it was over, she'd lock his cock and unlock his wrists, and he'd have to clean up the mess he'd made. Sometimes he'd have to give her another climax. Luckily, this wasn't one of those times.

Sure, it wasn't what Cole wanted, but it was better than what he had. He had sex most every night unless he said something he shouldn't. And by now he'd learned what not to say. Was it the type of sex he wanted to have? Not really. He'd rather be the one getting blow jobs and some straight missionary cock in pussy sex would be awesome. Still,it wasn't as if Cole was getting either of these when he was unemployed.

At least that's what he told himself. But, deep down inside, a terrible thought occurred. That perhaps he was trading sex for security. That maybe he was very nearly a male prostitute and like other prostitutes, his own sexual needs were second thought.

Yet, whenever such thoughts occurred, Cole pushed them away. No, he wasn't like that.

Things began to change right around the time Janice loaned him the money to pay off his creditors, with loan documents, an interest rate, penalties for late payment and everything. It was even signed by a notary.

The cage he wore seemed a mere inconvenience at first. More symbolic than anything, but that too began to change. It started with small mistake at work. He didn't make mistakes often, but he'd made a few. This time he forgot to follow through on a project.

Janice removed the key from between her breasts and dangled it between her fingers. "It will be one week before you see this again."

"But I.." Cole stammered. He'd forgotten sure, but it was only once, and it wasn't the end of the world. "I'll just finish it after work."

"After work cuts into MY time," Janice said. "You need to use your time wisely and I think you'll learn soon enough."

"Yes ma'am." Cole said. The bitch. He wouldn't let her get any enjoyment in withholding the key. He knew for a fact that her need for sex was strong. That perhaps he could put the shoe on the other foot if he withheld sex from her. "I'll do better."

"I'm not feeling well." Cole said when they got home and Janice wanted sex.

He was positively grinning as he lay in bed that night, waiting for her to come around. And she did come around.

"Do you still have a headache?" Janice asked, when she joined him in bed.

"Yes ma'am." Cole did his best to keep the laughter from his voice.

"Okay."

Cole heard a drawer open. Then he heard another sound.

She wouldn't!

Janice gave a quiet moan. Son of a bitch. She was. The buzzing changed pitch. Higher and lower. Poor Cole could imagine it...was it a small vibe or some kind of cock shaped dildo. Would she tickle her clit or want it inside her?

Cole's cock ached as it fought the metal prison. He fought the urge, but eventually he opened his eye for a fraction. It was some kind of little bullet vibe and she ran it up and down the lips of her sex, occasionally working it on her clit.

Poor Cole put his pillow over his head and tried not to think of what was happening in bed next to him.

"Ahhh...mmm...am I bothering you?" Janice murmured.

Cole couldn't admit the truth without admitting that he was faking the headache. But perhaps he could make her move somewhere more bearable.

"The bright light is hurting my head."

"Poor baby."

The light clicked off.

But the vibe was kept buzzing, Janice kept moaning, the bed kept shivering, and Cole's poor imprisoned cock kept aching for nearly 45 more minutes. And after the buzzing at last stopped and Cole could try to get his thoughts off of sex and get some sleep, Janice nudged him.

"Are you awake Cole?"

"Yes."

"This side is hot and I'm uncomfortable," Janice said. "Can we switch."

"Yes." Anything if Cole could finally get some rest. He shifted over to her side of the bed.

It was wet. It smelled of sex and sweat. It was unfair. He was wide awake now, but he tried to go to sleep.

He'd always been out of the cage while he slept and for showers. But now that he was locked up full time? His body was determined to have ideas at night, and every attempted erection woke him. Worse, now that the key was withheld, it was all he could think about. Still, he was determined not to let on how difficult it was to endure his chastity.

Janice was equally determined to win that particular battle of wills. The next night she took things to another level, when Cole once again feigned a headache.

Cole's cock ached as it struggled to overcome its imprisonment. He hardened his resolve and attempted to ignore the fact that she was wearing stockings and garters and not her usual short night shirt whose thin fabric showed her thick nipples and the short hem showed peaks of the cheeks of her bottom.

"I want to fuck you," Janice purred as she straddled him in bed.

"Then use your key." Cole said, resisting her attempt to kiss him. "Unlock me."

"Do you really think you can resist me Cole?" Janice asked.

"If I have to." Cole gave his best determined look, though his voice cracked with desire.

"I'm too horny to argue. Hurry, let me see the lock," Janice said, pulling her key from between her full breasts.

Cole pulled off the sheet, relieved he'd won the battle so easily. Even more relieved not to have to endure another night like the last hearing her with the vibe.

"Spread your legs so I can get to the lock." Janice ordered.

Cole obeyed. Spreading his legs so she could have access to the lock on his caged cock.

Janice smiled wickedly as she stripped off her panties and mounted him, key still in her hand.

Cole gulped audibly, and Janice's smile grew. She knew from the sound that he'd seen her freshly shaved sex. A special weapon for this battle of wills she intended to win, though Cole assumed that victory was still his.

But he was beginning to have some doubts. She pulled at his swollen balls as she attempted to unlock his cage. He spread opened his thighs to give her better access.

"Lift up," Janice said.

Cole raised his hips from the bed, his legs and back straining from the effort.

"More."

Cole tilted his hips. His balls ached they were tugged out of the way, as she fumbled with lock and key. They didn't just ache a little bit. They felt like swollen stones.

Her smooth sex, her moist pink lips were just out of reach. Wait until she unlocks you, he repeated in his head, but his resolve quickly shattered. He tried to lick her, but she was out of his reach. She was still manipulating his balls and now the other hand tweaked his nipples. In the back of his mind, he cursed, for she couldn't very well be trying to unlock him, if she was toying with his nipples. He could feel her hot breath on his balls.