Walking home from Vanessa and Ellie’s dorm, the weight of his shame hanging between his legs, Seth thought nothing could be worse. His cock ached in the too-snug cage, his pride bruised and battered. Without the girls’ mocking giggles to distract him, the memory of what they’d done played on an endless loop in his head.

Each step dragged him deeper into the humiliation. Their cruel smirks. The soft click of the lock. Vanessa’s parting words as she had shoved him into the hall, ignoring his useless protests:

“Poor thing. We’ll see you and your tiny dick in a few days. Be good, and remember… no cumming.”

Over Vanessa’s shoulder, Ellie had smiled sweetly, dangling the key in the air like a toy for a misbehaving pet. That smile, so innocent and knowing, had cut Seth deeper than any slap.

Then the door had shut, and he was left to face his misery alone.

Seth’s face burned. If anyone looked too closely, they’d probably think he was sick. Maybe he was. His shame only stung worse when he realized that the memories were keeping him impossibly, painfully hard.

What the hell was wrong with him? How could he like this?

At home, he tried everything he could think of to get the cage off. Nothing worked. His aching arousal quickly mounted into a pitiful need. Seth brushed his fingers over the cage, desperately touching the thin strips of his exposed flesh through the bars in an attempt to orgasm.

But the cruel metal denied him.

Frustrated, sleepless, and throbbing from the agony of his imprisonment, Seth lay awake in bed that night, futilely humping his mattress. He ground his hips down until his abs clenched and his legs trembled, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

Denial burned in him, twisting him inside out in ways he wished he could ignore. Ellie’s smile flashed in his mind, a mixture of sweet and cruel, glowing next to the glint of the key in her hand. Seth humped harder, his whines rising in pitch. Each thrust soaked his mattress more and more with his sweat while his mind raced with guilt and the spark of forbidden pleasure.

Nothing.

No, he thought as his aggravation poured out in a long, forlorn groan into his pillow, nothing could be worse than this.

But Seth was wrong.

In the morning, he sent text after text to Vanessa’s number.

Seth: Hey! When should I come over? I’m free all day.

Seth: Maybe we could just take a break for a couple of hours? I can come over and get the key whenever you’re home.

When she still didn’t reply, Seth went back to their dorm and pounded on their door until his knuckles hurt. He left in near tears, his cock straining even harder against its prison.

Seth: Please answer. Please, let me out.

By midnight, he was grinding against his bed again, panting into the sheets like a dog in heat. The texts had turned frantic and fragmented, sent into the void with waning hope for any response.

Seth: I can’t.

Seth: Vanessa…

Seth: Vanessa… please…

Seth: It hurts.

Vanessa’s silence only sharpened the thrill, echoing the bite of the cage as Seth’s world narrowed into the vision of that precious silver key and the memory of the girls’ cruel smirks.

Undoubtedly, the second night was far worse than the first. The horny thoughts gnawed at him, growing louder and louder until Seth was sure he was going to lose his mind. His cock ached, his balls hurt, and his ego withered under the truth.

Some sick, twisted part of him loved this.

He liked being owned by Vanessa and Ellie. Knowing he was under their thumbs and at their mercy only turned him on more. He hated himself for it, but he liked how small they made him feel.

Staring at the ceiling, eyes wide and glazed, he had to admit it.

He wanted this.

There was no denying it. Not when the bars of the cage were slick with his pre-cum. His cock pulsed as it wept, more erect than he could ever remember being.

He was so ashamed of himself that he wanted to cry, and that only made him hornier.

When Seth’s phone buzzed the next afternoon, he was so delirious from lack of sleep that it took a full minute for the words in the little bubble to sink in.

Vanessa: Hey, Tiny Dick! Ellie and I are bored. Come over, and maybe we’ll keep our promise tonight.

Relief and agony collided in Seth. His heart slammed in his chest, and his core lurched as the pressure in his balls made them feel like they were going to burst. Finally, the end of his torture was in sight.

Another buzz. This time, a photo.

A close-up of either Vanessa’s or Ellie’s cleavage with a little silver key nestled between those beautiful, cream-coloured mounds.

Then the last message: 7:00 pm. Don’t be late.

Seth couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. He stared at that shiny little key like it could unlock salvation for his soul. His cock throbbed so violently he doubled over, groaning as the cage bit into him, punishing as ever.

He didn’t even have to think about it. The second Vanessa beckoned, he was already hers.

Broken, obedient, and ready to crawl right back.

—

At 7:00 pm on a Friday, Vanessa and Ellie’s dormitory buzzed with the hum of other students.

Hoping to stay unnoticed, Seth slinked past them, eyes glued to the hallway carpet. He tried to ignore the muffled laughter and distant music bleeding through the walls. The idea that someone might have heard what happened the other day sent a fresh shiver racing down his spine.

Ellie and Vanessa’s room had to be more soundproof. Right?

When he reached the door, Seth paused and drew in a shaky breath. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the noise around him. Slowly, he raised his fist to knock.

Before his knuckles could even land the first rap, the door swung open.

Ellie stood in the frame, her smile wickedly sweet. She wore a soft pink crop top that clung to her curves and a skirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her long, brown hair spilled loose over her shoulders.

“There you are,” she purred, the glint in her eye making Seth’s stomach twist. She was looking at him like a lost pet who had finally wandered home. “Come in, Tiny Dick.”

Seth’s foot hovered just past the doorway. He hesitated, eyes flicking up to Ellie’s with a pitiful look. His need to be freed warred with his dread of what it might cost him.

He could leave. He could turn and run. It wasn’t too late.

Ellie arched an eyebrow, and that was all it took. Seth’s resolve cracked under the weight of his heavy, cum-filled balls aching to be emptied.

It wasn’t even just his body giving in. He wished he could blame it all on his primal, instinctual needs. But his mind was what surrendered first. The quiet voice that whispered for him to flee clashed with a louder, darker thrill. The knowledge that in that room, Ellie and Vanessa would see every shiver, every pulse, and every pitiful inch of him.

Seth’s chest fluttered, his stomach knotted, and his heart pounded not only with fear but a perverse longing that he could barely admit to himself, much less truly accept.

He stepped inside.

The room was dim and cluttered, lit by strings of fairy lights that cast a pink glow over the beds and walls. He froze just past the threshold, swallowed by the thick, sweet scent of lotion and perfume.

Vanessa lounged on one of the beds, phone in hand, her legs dangling lazily off the side. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore jean shorts that hitched scandalously high on her thigh with a black camisole on top. Seth quickly noticed how low the lacey neckline dipped across her breasts.

She lifted her gaze from her phone just long enough to smirk at him.

Oh god, why had he agreed to this?

“Right on time,” she said, her voice like silk and smoke.

Behind him, the door clicked shut; not quite the slam of a prison cell, but enough to send a cold wave of anticipation rushing through Seth’s veins.

A second later, Ellie brushed past him. She trailed her fingers lightly over his chest, as if measuring his panic through the frantic beat beneath his skin.

“You’re already hard, aren’t you?” she asked, glancing down at Seth’s pants. “You really don’t have any control.”

Seth flushed a burning red and dropped his gaze. He didn’t answer.

He hated the way his body betrayed him. While his heart thudded like it wanted to run, his cock strained against the cage. The unbearable heat and pressure swelling in him proved that Ellie was right.

From the bed, Vanessa’s laugh drifted over, low and amused. “God, he’s pathetic. I love it.”

Seth opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He shifted his weight awkwardly, trying in vain to hide his erection. That feeble hope crumbled the moment he dared glance at Vanessa and found her staring straight at his crotch.

“Strip,” she said, as casually as if she were asking him to pass the salt.

That was all it took. Just one little command, and his body was already moving. Seth’s balls tightened as he started undressing, and his hands shook with a sickening mixture of shame and eagerness. A moment later, he stood naked, the cage sitting on full display like a cruel crown wrapped around his flushed and angry cock.

Ellie clicked her tongue and bent down to get a better view. “What a good boy! You didn’t get it off.”

Seth nodded, his eyes silently begging Ellie for mercy. Then his attention was drawn to the dull thud of Vanessa’s phone being tossed onto the mattress. She rose from the bed and sauntered over to stand beside Ellie. Both girls looked him over with matching expressions of curiosity, like scientists studying a rat in a lab.

“You came back,” Vanessa said. “So, I guess we have to let you out, huh?”

“Please,” Seth choked. “I can’t–I can’t sleep. It hurts. Please.”

His fingers twitched at his side. He found himself clenching them into fists to fight against the desperate urge to stroke himself through the cage bars as the girls inspected him. Anything that might relieve the awful, swelling pressure between his legs.

Vanessa’s smile sharpened. “We know.”

Ellie took a step closer to Seth. With two fingers, she tipped his chin up until his eyes met hers.

“We’ll let you out,” she said softly, “but there’s a catch.”

Seth’s stomach dipped.

Oh, no.

“We’ll unlock you,” Vanessa continued, strolling to her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out the little silver key, holding it like a prize. “And we’ll jerk you off, like we promised. Hell, we’ll make it the best orgasm of your pathetic little life.”

Seth’s mouth went bone dry. His eyes were locked on the key. The sight of it made the ball of frustration in his core clench so hard it forced a drop of precum through the narrow slit at the tip of the cage.

“But only,” Ellie added, leaning in so close that her breath ghosted against his cheek, “if you let us film it.”

“W-What?”

“You heard her,” Vanessa said, twirling the key on her finger. “You want the hand job, you let us record it.”

Seth hesitated, his eyes flicking between them, searching for a sign this was a joke. “Why?”

“Because it turns us on,” Vanessa said. “It’ll be a little memory for us to rewatch later.”

He should’ve said no. He knew that. No handjob, no matter how bad he needed it, was worth letting this get filmed. But the idea of it made his cock twitch painfully in the cage, and his knees felt like water.

As if sensing how close he was to breaking, Ellie pressed a gentle kiss to Seth’s cheek.

“Please? Pretty please?”

It was unfair. Those pouty lips could have melted iron. Seth stood no chance. She trapped him with her shimmering, imploring eyes and held him until he was reduced to putty in her hands.

It was worse than kryptonite.

“…Okay,” Seth whispered.

Ellie clapped her hands, beaming. “Good boy!”

With the decision made, Vanessa sauntered back toward him. “Alright, then let’s make you famous, Tiny Dick.”

She stopped in front of Seth and grabbed the cage with one hand, twisting it from side to side like she was inspecting a toy. Seth moaned. His cock throbbed wildly under her touch while the humiliation of being handled like something owned sent a dizzying wave of heat crawling up his neck.

“Doesn’t look like you tried to pick the lock. We would have been very cross.”

Seth quickly shook his head. The need to feel her hand on the strips of skin pressing through the bars made him tremble. “N-no! I didn’t.”

“Of course not,” Vanessa murmured, brushing her thumb across the tip of the cage. “You’re not that clever.”

Ellie returned with her phone, the camera lens panning Seth’s burning face, then travelling down his bare torso just in time to capture Vanessa getting down on her knees.

For one final, lucid second, the last sane thread in Seth’s mind screamed for him to run. But then Vanessa slid the key into its home, and that thread snapped completely.

His whole body locked like stone.

Click.

The sound was quiet, but it might as well have been thunder to Seth’s ears.

Pressure surged through this cock as the cage loosened, then slipped away. Vanessa eased it off with slow, deliberate care until Seth’s cock sprang free with a wet, pulsing lurch. Long and sticky ropes of precum connected it to the cage in Vanessa’s hand.

“Holy fuck.” Ellie sucked in a surprised breath that almost sounded impressed. “It looks like it’s going to explode.”

“It might,” Vanessa smirked. “I think the cage made it even smaller. Look at this sad, little thing. My clit might be bigger.”

Seth whimpered, his thighs trembling and his cock visibly pulsating as relief flooded him. He watched as Vanessa lifted the cage and held it up to the camera like a little trophy.

“Goodbye for now, little prison,” she cooed and blew a kiss over the cage to the camera.

Seth nearly whimpered again. He wanted those lips on him.

Ellie focused the camera back down on his red, swollen dick.

“Arms at your side. Do not move. And don’t you dare fucking touch me,” Vanessa commanded. She had set the cage on the floor beside her and now raked her eyes over Seth’s stubby cock with open contempt.

“Yes,” Seth croaked, his throat tight. He swallowed hard, choking down the knot of embarrassment rising fast in his chest.

Please, please, just let her…

A loud moan tore from him as Vanessa ran a single finger up the underside of his shaft. She stopped just before his head, her touch maddeningly light. Seth’s cock bounced wildly, and he bit his lip to prevent another moan from escaping.

“Still so sensitive,” Vanessa purred. “Poor Tiny Dick. All that buildup and nothing to show for it.”

Then, by some cruel miracle, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her grip just tight enough to draw a whimper.

Seth could barely stay standing. The camera in Ellie’s hand all but forgotten as the entire world collapsed into the warm, sinfully divine feeling of Vanessa’s palm around his short length.

“Let’s see if he can last more than ten seconds,” Vanessa teased and began to move.

Seth gasped.

It wasn’t fast at first, just a firm, steady stroke. He fought to stay still, every muscle tense as his knees began to buckle beneath him. Each stroke made him feel painfully exposed, filling him with a heady cocktail of humiliation and need.

He felt alive.

Shame clawed at him from every angle, desire threading through each nerve. Knowing that Ellie and Vanessa’s eyes were locked on him, watching him as they controlled him, made his mind buzz with an excitement stronger than pleasure alone ever could.

His attention was so rapt on Vanessa’s touch that Ellie’s giggle barely broke through the haze clouding Seth’s head. Her words sounded distant.

“He’s already shaking. He’s not going to make it.”

Vanessa’s strokes picked up speed, her wrist turning with expert cruelty. It felt so good that Seth’s head fell back with a groan.

“I’m gonna–!”

“Oh, I know,” Vanessa cut in.

She let go of his cock and grasped his balls. Seth lurched forward, hips bucking involuntarily into the empty air.

Then, Vanessa clenched her fist and squeezed. Hard.

Seth cried out. He dropped to his knees, now face-to-face with the woman crushing his balls, her laughter echoing in the room. Agony shot through his body, ripping his pleasure to shreds and twisting it into something unbearable.

Ellie was laughing too. Seth couldn’t see her, but he could hear her hovering above him, no doubt angling the camera down to catch this humiliation perfectly in frame.

Vanessa let go of his balls and scrambled back to avoid Seth falling on her. He curled forward onto his hands, gasping and whining. He wasn’t even sure what hurt worse–the pain in his sack or the shot to his ego at letting this happen.

How could he keep crawling back to this?

He was still doubled over when Vanessa gripped his chin, her fingernails digging in just hard enough to make him wince, and forced his gaze upward. Her eyes searched his face with mock concern.

“Aww. Did that hurt?”

It did, not like a casual slap or accident. This was targeted. Sharp pulses radiated down his legs from the heavy, painful center between them, sparking acid fire along every nerve. No one had ever hurt his balls like that before. Not even his friends from high school, who had made a game out of slapping each other’s nuts.

As the pain dulled to a hot throb, something worse bloomed beneath it. Desire. That same twisted part of him that enjoyed whining into his pillow the last two nights wanted Vanessa to toy with him more. He was humiliated. He was hurting. And he was harder than ever.

“Yes,” Seth whimpered, his eyes burning from the tears that pooled in them. “It hurt. Please let me cum.”

Something dark flashed across Vanessa’s face. “Good. Get back up. We’re not done yet.”

Like an obedient pet, Seth forced himself back to his feet. His limbs felt hollow and his knees weak, but he presented himself with the same pathetic eagerness he had the first time.

Was he really going to let her do that again?

Did he really want her to?

“Try to last a little longer this time,” Ellie advised as she circled Seth to get a new angle. “We’re trying to help, you know.”

He barely had time to brace himself before Vanessa’s hand wrapped around him again, dragging him right back to the brink. The ghost of the pain still hummed in his balls, and the dread made his stomach flutter. Knowing what was coming should have made it worse. At the very least, he should have been able to hold himself back longer.

But it was even better.

Seth whimpered, his core pulling tight already. He tried to think of anything else besides the warm, pleasurable feeling rapidly growing in his loins. Cold showers, baseball facts, and mental math did nothing to distract him from Vanessa’s relentless grip.

His hips bucked forward, instinctively seeking the stimulation he needed for release, and just like before, Vanessa crushed his balls in her fist.

Seth howled, crumpling to the floor. The orgasm that had nearly overtaken him drained away, replaced by pain so bright it painted stars behind his eyes.

“Still under ten,” Ellie said, amused. “He’s hopeless.”

“Please…” Seth begged from the floor. He curled up on his side, hiding his tear-streaked face. “Just let me cum. Please.”

The ache between his legs hadn’t faded at all. If anything, the edge of pain and frustration made it worse. The shame, humiliation, and dull throb of denial mixed inside of him and made his blood rush.

“No,” Vanessa answered. “Get back up. We’re going to make sure everyone knows what you really are.”

Seth obeyed and then froze when he saw what Vanessa was holding in her hand. A thick, black permanent marker.

“Oh god,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“Stand still.”

He watched, eyes wide as she scrawled the first word across his chest in big, bold letters: TOY.

Ellie still had her phone, capturing every second. Seth couldn’t do more than glance at it before the indignity made him turn away. Instead, he watched as Vanessa continued to write, the tip of the marker dragging slowly over his skin.

“What about, ‘USE ME’ on his stomach?” Ellie suggested.

“Sure! Good idea,” Vanessa approved, handing the marker over.

They took turns, passing the marker back and forth every couple of words. The ink was cool against his flushed skin, but it did nothing to stifle the heat burning through him. EDGE SLUT, LOSER, CAGED BITCH.

Seth knew he should have run when he had the chance. What if this didn’t come off? What if someone saw?

With every word, Seth’s shame deepened–but so did his arousal. His whole body felt like a live wire, trembling and eager to let the girls do what they wanted with him. He wasn’t sure what was turning him on the most: the shame or the fact that even his skin didn’t belong to him anymore.

Vanessa and Ellie owned him completely.

And he liked it.

Eventually, Ellie stood back and admired their work, grinning like a proud artist. “Perfect!”

Then she nodded toward the bed. “Lie down.”

Seth obeyed in a haze, looking down at the black, looping letters that covered his torso and thighs like a billboard of filth. OWNED, CUM PET, WHORE.

He was all too aware of the phone clutched in Vanessa’s hand. She swung the camera lens around to follow Seth along his path to the bed, her fingers pinching together and opening on the screen like she was zooming in.

If anyone ever saw him like this…

Ellie climbed onto the bed after him, letting her skirt ride up as she straddled his thigh. Seth groaned.

Ellie wasn’t wearing any panties.

The heat of her bare pussy pressed flush against his skin, making his cock leap and his whole body tighten. Oh god, what he would give to feel her slickness wrapped around him. The torture of being this close and still denied was worse than having his balls crushed.

“Ready to cum, Tiny Dick?” Ellie cooed as she began to touch him.

Seth’s breath hitched. Ellie’s grip was gentler than Vanessa’s. Her long, soft fingers coaxed him tenderly toward his orgasm with short, deliberate strokes along every inch of his lacking length.

The contrast was too much. Cruelty he could brace for, but this gentle touch made him ache in a way that he couldn’t defend against. It sank in, making him feel wanted, even though he was being mocked.

The feeling twisted in his chest, desire blooming into something even hungrier and more unbearable than the ache in his groin. Even in humiliation, Seth longed to be wanted.

He panted, fists twisting the sheets beneath him. His whole groin tingled, the warm threat of orgasm turning the heat in him into something molten. Just as his hips began to rise, Ellie shifted.

Her knee brushed against the insides of his thighs, slipping higher until it pressed up into his balls.

Seth made a low noise of pain and writhed beneath her, torn between moving away from the hurt and moving toward it in search of release.

All the while, Vanessa now held the phone aloft, capturing his flushed face and the tears threatening at the corners of his eyes, proof that even his climax belonged to them.

“Please, please, I need to cum,” he whimpered.

Ellie shushed him with a click of her tongue, her hand never stopping its rhythmic movements. Then she let more of her weight settle.

Seth grimaced. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to escape into the darkness, but there was nowhere to go. The pain was rising sharply now, right alongside the pleasure and his need to cum.

“Yes, Tiny Dick. You can cum just like this,” Ellie whispered. “How else are you going to learn to control yourself if it doesn’t hurt?”

Her knee ground into him harder.

And that was it.

Seth shattered.

His entire body convulsed as his orgasm broke loose. His eyes flew open, blurred with tears, a moan tearing from his throat so guttural and raw it was barely human. He bucked hard enough that it nearly threw Ellie off his leg as thick ropes of cum painted his shame-marked skin.

Then came the tears, streaming out from the corners of his eyes as the pain surged past the pleasure. He reached out blindly for Ellie, but she caught his wrists, holding him still.

“Good boy,” she murmured, leaning forward just a little more before pulling her knee away.

Seth cupped his aching balls, his cock wilting under his palms.

He’d never felt more pathetic in his life.

Or more satisfied.

He looked over to Vanessa just in time to see her tap the screen of the phone. Then she grabbed a handful of tissues and handed them to Ellie, who slid off Seth’s thigh with a cheery hum.

“So… that’s it?” Seth asked weakly. He blinked up at them, still trying to catch his breath as he sat. “We’re done?”

Something twisted panged inside of him.

Did he want to be done?

“We could be,” Vanessa drawled. She was leaning against the desk, idly toying with the phone. “As long as you’re ok with us sharing this video with everyone we know.”

She flipped the screen around.

There he was, crystal clear in the video. His face twisted in ecstasy, then wincing in pain. The shot drifted downward, stopping on Vanessa’s hand wrapped around his balls.

“Wait!” he blurted, panic driving him to stand up from the bed. “That wasn’t part of the deal!”

“It is now,” Vanessa replied coolly.

She flicked her finger across the screen and held it up again. This time, Seth saw only a tiny thumbnail of the video. An attachment to an unsent message in a group chat with a long list of names in the recipient box. Vanessa’s finger hovered just above the send button.

Seth’s hope shrivelled. He didn’t even try to grab the phone.

“Wh-what do you want?” he stammered.

Ellie tossed something toward him. It landed on the bed with a soft jingle.

The cage.

“Put it back on,” she said. “Let us keep training you.”

“Or we tell the whole campus what a desperate cum slut you are,” Vanessa added.

Seth stared at the metal bars that glinted in the soft pink of fairy lights over the bed.

His throat closed up.

That video would ruin him. He’d never live it down if it got out. Never get a girlfriend.

Maybe…

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if he allowed Vanessa and Ellie to continue training with him.

Maybe he hoped they would.

“You’ll delete the video if I put it back on?” he asked.

Both girls nodded.

With trembling hands, Seth reached for the cage.

Ellie let out a gleeful cheer, and Vanessa grinned. They both moved toward him, kissing him on either cheek as he slid the cold metal back over his limp cock.

The unyielding weight of cold metal felt oddly cathartic, like it was sealing not only his cock but the new part of him that had sparked to life inside the cage.

Now, as Seth embraced this new piece of him, he felt something deeper flooding through him alongside the familiar shame. There was a craving in his mind. A dizzying, desperate hunger that told him he would be crawling back here again and again, no matter the cost.

“Good boy,” Ellie whispered into his ear.

Vanessa’s breath brushed against his neck.

“Close it.”

Click.

The lock snapped shut. Once again, Seth was their prisoner. And he wanted it.

 

The End.

 

 

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