Part 1: Promise
Warmed had been such a good boy for past two weeks. The proposal had come in the afterglow of some incredible sex, and looking at the sheening BLACK Black man towering above him, his barely tamed fire-red dreadlocks making him look like some African God of lust and war, how could he have said no? Truth was, he'd been wanting to try out a chastity cage, and the prospect was so exciting that it took them the better part of half an hour to finally lock him in, Loum's faux stern affectations entirely ruined by the pair's giggling fits. Warmed had barely slept that first night with his penis straining against its metal constraint, finally settling down only during the following day.
For the entire first week, Loum had tied his boyfriend down at night, "tormenting" him with toys or passionate sex, but ignoring any requests, demands, wheedling, cajoling, or begging for the cage to come off. The cage, of course, did not prevent ejaculation, it just made it frustrating and unfulfilling, and Loum's unrelenting deviousness had left Warmed hornier than he'd ever been in his life.
At the end of the week, he had been offered a deal. The cage could come off and he'd be allowed to take care of the problem himself - but that would be it, with no further contact at all for the second week. Or he could suffer another week of ministrations and be rewarded. He had sighed and agreed, much to his partner's delight. The second week had been worse, with relentless edging driving him nearly mad before he spent each full night tied spreadeagle to his bed, re-locked, Loum sleeping in his own bed in his own room.
But the day had finally come. He was securely bound to the bed, his favorite collar, ballgag and blindfold securely applied. He'd been a good boy. And now it was time for his reward.
He felt Loum unlock the cage and carefully remove it. His dick sprang to life immediately, practically bouncing in rhythm with the beating of his heart.
Loum sat down heavily on his chest. "Ok, you can come now."
A confused Warmed articulated a "wuh?" through his gag.
"You can come now. Reward yourself. You have time until I'm done."
The bound young man was vexed. He pulled experimentally at his bonds and tried to urge his tormentor to release him, frustrated by the large rubber ball reducing his speech to unintelligible grunts. He might as well have been speaking to a statue.
Now he was getting angry, trying to twist as much as the ropes and the man sitting on his chest allowed - which was not very much. In his frenzied lust, he was hazy on what he was trying to do; buck his boyfriend off of himself? Hump the air to somehow come to orgasm? He squirmed and cursed into his gag, precum leaking from his erect member with no chance at release. As he tried to heave the weight off himself, he felt something warm and sticky splash over his chest and face.
"Huh," came Loum's sonorous voice, sounding disappointed. "Guess you didn't want my reward." Warmed could feel the weight shift on top of him, his tormentor turning around and sitting back down on top of him.
Only the gag prevented the entire floor of students waking up as Loum applied an ice bag to his victim's nether regions, then locked the visibly shrunken member back into its metal prison. He flipped back around and moved upward, straddling Warmed's torso with his muscular legs, trapping his captive's arms as he started raging in earnest. Loum firmly pressed one of his big hands over the raging youth's mouth, pushing his head into the mattress, and used the other to pinch his nostrils shut; but Warmed was so livid that he actually had to let go several times to avoid being bucked off the squirming body. Eventually he managed to pinch his victim's nose as Warmed just finished exhaling, and he finally had to stop screaming and struggling or pass out.
"I'm very disappointed in you," said Loum. "I'm going to need a few moments to think about what to do with you." This stopped Warmed short and he ceased to struggle, not resisting as earplugs slid into his ears, glad that his dark brown skin did not show how flushed with shame and embarrassment he was.
He was left alone for some minutes, during which he calmed down considerably. Had he blown his chance not just for release, but at his relationship? His thoughts still raced when the earplugs came back out, but he lay entirely motionless as Loum released him from the ropes. He complied wordlessly as the strong hand grabbed his head of braids and pulled him up into a sitting position, then cuffed his hands behind his back, to a chain around his waist, and connected his ankles with a short leg chain that was also linked to the waist chain.
Loum grabbed him wordlessly by the arm and steered him across the room, then shoved him out the door. "Get out," he heard as the door closed and Warmed stood naked, cum-splattered, caged, chained, collared, gagged, and blindfolded in the hallway that served the 20 dorm rooms on this floor.
To be continued...
