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But not everything is as it seems, when months later Vince gets a menacing message that changes his life.[/i]\n\nThis is an anonymous commission written over the course of the last 10 months for someone who wanted a long form story, while giving me a large degree of freedom on the content. So I quickly decided on writing about a horse with a big dick, getting forced into chastity. I’m thrilled to share it now and very curious what your thoughts are about it. For ease of reading, I’ve split the story into six parts.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "In a gay bar called Thundrel, a Chameleon named Ned and a Horse named Vince play a fun adult game, betting on who has the larger dick. But not everything is as it seems, when months later Vince gets a menacing message that changes his life.

This is an anonymous commission written over the course of the last 10 months for someone who wanted a long form story, while giving me a large degree of freedom on the content. So I quickly decided on writing about a horse with a big dick, getting forced into chastity. I’m thrilled to share it now and very curious what your thoughts are about it. For ease of reading, I’ve split the story into six parts.", "writing": "[b]The Measure of a Man[/b]\n\n[b]Chapter 1: The Measuring Game[/b]\n\nNed felt on top of the fucking world.\n\nAnd there was no better place to celebrate than in Thundrel. It wasn't a wealthy bar by any means, nor did it have a reputation of distinction. It was tucked away between a bowling alley and a pizzeria. But it was the only gay bar in his mid-size city and god how Ned wanted to fuck someone tonight.\n\nThe chameleon felt a power that he needed to manifest. It had been his patents that had enabled a small family business to completely outcompete the evil corporation that had been trying to run them out of business. The merger was complete, with not only all employees of both companies being retained but all of them finally getting a living wage paid out to them. And the world was now a better place with one less asshole CEO making people miserable.\n\nHe saw heads turning as he walked into the bar, something he still wasn't completely used to. The chameleon had spent so many years of his life trying to blend his pudgy body into the background, that it was strange to be in the spotlight. To be lusted after for the body he had trained into shape, appreciated for his sleek glasses and fitted white shirt. Strange and exhilarating.\n\nJust one week earlier he had lost himself. One moment he was flirting with a red panda and having fun, the next he ended up mounting him in one of the toilet stalls. That tended to happen whenever an emotion like lust overtook him. He's pretty sure he could've stopped himself if at any point the panda had told Ned to stop or had pulled the rug out from under him as he had been expecting. It was still hard to imagine such a cute guy desiring Ned, but every step of the way the panda had returned lust with lust. While being fucked, the panda had wrapped his paws around his muzzle to keep himself from moaning too loudly, his erection dribbling more pre with every one of Ned's thrusts.\n\n``One vodka Red Bull.'' He ordered at the bar, looking over the people who were present for the night. He was still getting used to taking in the measure of a man from a single look, as was customary in these types of places. If he wanted deeper connections he could do online dating. Tonight was about finding someone to have sex with. And there was nothing wrong with trying to find the person that most turned him on.\n\nFor him that was about the look they had in their eyes. They were sizing him up too, making a snap decision on whether they considered him hot enough. Ned wanted someone who glanced his way and then could not look away. He felt powerful and he wanted someone who would worship him.\n\n``Something to celebrate?'' The bartender asked.\n\n``Definitely.''\n\nThe horse leaned closer, smiling and inviting. ``Care to share?''\n\nNed was confused by the attention. He knew the brown horse with dark black hair behind the counter, with the white circle on his muzzle. He had recognised him the moment he first walked into the bar weeks earlier, even if he had traded his green sports jacket for a navy-blue waistcoat. His name was Vince and he had been one of the jocks in their high school. He had run track, was one of the most handsome furs everyone drooled over, and had been completely out of the chameleon's league. Back then, hundreds of hours of gym time earlier, Ned had been known as Ernest and he had been preoccupied with his grades above all else. It was very clear that Vince did not recognise him, if Vince even remembered Ned at all.\n\n``It's all terribly confidential.'' Ned said, taking a sip of his drink. ``And I wasn't much in the mood for talking tonight, if you catch my drift.''\n\n``We don't have to talk.'' Vince easily replied. ``I'm at your service tonight. And for a handsome lizard like yourself, that can mean whatever you want it to.''\n\nNed eyed the horse sceptically. But his interest seemed genuine. The look in his eyes was real. Much as it was hard to believe, a former jock from high school was coming onto him. The horse had maintained his muscles and had only matured further into a handsome man. His ass was out of this world. The idea that Ned might get to bend the horse over and make him Ned's mare was straight out of his fantasies. After all these years of buffing himself up, he was finally in the same league as Vince. And there was something deeply arousing about the prospect of proving it to himself.\n\nAnd so, despite his earlier plans, he spent the whole night glued to the bar, talking to the barkeeper. He did not take a turn spanking the tied-down employee in the corner, no matter how often the fox wiggled his bottom and begged someone else to pick up the paddle. After a few hours Ned didn't have eyes for anyone other than Vince and his consistent flirtations in which he offered himself up to the lizard.\n\n``Most of my job is done behind a desk, so it's been hard to fit exercise into my routine.''\n\n``I get that.'' Vince said. ``Not much heavy lifting here, unless a keg needs replacing.''\n\n``Yeah, I don't think I would've managed without my home gym.''\n\n``Is that why I haven't seen you work out? I was wondering how I could've missed someone as hot as you.''\n\nNed had to hide behind his glass, finishing his drink. He loved the attention and the game, and Vince kept surprising him with how forward he was being.\n\n``Can I top you off?'' the horse asked.\n\n``The way you've been talking, I didn't think you'd be capable of topping anything.''\n\n``That's not a no.'' He smirked, before grabbing a glass and mixing another drink. ``And for the record, I'm versatile in my skillset. I even have references if you need them. Some of them are even here in the bar tonight. Any of them will tell you they've enjoyed being filled with more than just my drinks.''\n\nNed raised his glass to the barkeep. ``I'm enjoying the drinks. I don't need any other kind of filling.''\n\n``It's not about what you need. Places like these are all about the wants and desires.''\n\n``I'm just clear on what I want after I've spent the whole evening receiving from you. I want it to be your turn to receive.''\n\n``Now where's the fun in that kind of certainty?'' Vince asked. ``Don't you enjoy the thrill of living in the land of either-way?''\n\nNed shrugged. ``I enjoy getting what I want.''\n\n``Well, what I want is to play a game. Do you know The Measurement Game?''\n\nNed took a sip as he eyed the horse. ``No. What are the rules?''\n\n``It's quite simple. We just check whose dick is the biggest, and they win the right to top.''\n\nNed almost choked on his drink. ``No, I don't think I've ever played that game before.''\n\n``That surprises me.'' Vince said. ``You've got such big-dick energy. \n\n``I can't complain.''\n\n``Haven't you ever bragged to others, until they had to see it for themselves?''\n\nNed never had. He hadn't been secure enough to talk to men about dicks until he was hooking up with them, in which case he enjoyed seducing men without flaunting his size first. He didn't want to let Vince know about that though.\n\nAnd Vince took the silence as agreement. ``I thought so. And I'm in the mood to gamble. Nothing turns me on as being in that state of either-way. I have a feeling I'll lose to you. Considering how hot you are, that would still be winning.''\n\nNed could not help picturing it. He could see his cock laid against the horse's, both resting on Vince's naked belly as the horse was forced to admit his defeat. He felt himself growing harder at the thought of it. The suspension as they compared, knowing either one could be spreading their legs for the other. He wanted to top, but that anticipation would get his blood pumping. ``I think I'm in the mood to gamble too.''\n\n``Then follow me, handsome. My break's overdue.''\n\nVince led the chameleon to a room that was reserved for employees, using a keycard to get them inside. It was a small break room with lockers and a bench on one side. Vince started taking off his clothes quickly, revealing more of his toned body. Ned swallowed, before following suit. Within moments they were standing across each other in only their underwear.\n\n``You first.'' Vince said. He grabbed a tape measure from one of the lockers.\n\nNed licked his lips and got naked. His cock needed little prompting to become fully erect. He only needed to look at the horse's body. The horse was massive and strong, and Ned was going to fuck him into submission. \n\nVince's eyes widened as he saw Ned's size, his lips parting as his breathing increased. He was clearly as impatient as Ned was. He stepped forward and ran his fingers over the thickening cock. ``I hope I get to have this inside of me.''\n\nIt sent tingles up Ned's spine. ``It's at full length.''\n\nVince unrolled the rape measure. ``Wow. Twenty-two inches. You're huge.''\n\nNed liked hearing the number. It was a sense of pride for him. He tried to read the horse's face, and he seemed genuinely impressed. His burgundy boxers were tenting from anticipation.\n\n``Is it bigger than yours?''\n\n``Let's find out.'' Vince said, a smirk on his face while his eyes stayed fixated on Ned's cock. He pulled down his underwear to reveal his erection, which was only a little smaller than Ned's by the look of it. But not by a lot.\n\nNed reached forward and caressed the horse's warm meat which was responding to the attention it was receiving. He imagined it staying this erect as he fucked Vince, erupting with seed from the fierce mounting he would give the horse. Every touch made Vince pant harder, like his body could not handle the arousal.\n\nNed started pushing Vince down, but Vince shook his head. ``Measure me.''\n\nThe chameleon paused from confusion, until he realised his teasing had made the horse grow further in size. It was hard to tell who would win. And it made him realise that there really was a chance that he would need to spread his legs for the horse. He would have this throbbing beauty inside of him.\n\nHe could not help but start panting too.\n\nNed took the tape measure clumsily in his hands, fidgeting from his sudden realisation. It meant it took him several seconds to unroll it. His fingers brushed against the cock along the way, a warm excitement that was throbbing with desire. He wanted to see that cock leaking pre from a mounting without mercy. He wanted that cock inside of him. He wanted both.\n\nHe got the measurement. It would be the latter.\n\n``Twenty-four inches.'' Ned whispered in awe. That cock was going to destroy him. He had never taken anything that big. He was feeling anxious about the huge undertaking. But a bet was a bet, and he did not go back on his word. He was going to try. His rock-hard dick was certainly happy about that. ``What can I do to prepare?''\n\n``My break isn't long enough to take it slow and steady. And your ass is too hot for me to contain myself. Suck it up.'' Vince motioned for Ned to lie down on the bench.\n\nNed swallowed and did as told, getting off the ground. Vince pulled Ned's legs up and spread them. Ned felt the tip of Vince's flared cock against his entrance, cold with lubricant. And then he felt the pressure. ``Fuck.''\n\n``A big sexy man like you can take it.'' The horse said, slowly pushing forward. ``Just relax.''\n\nNed bit his lip as he tried to withstand the pressure. He was feeling filled like he never had been before, and still more of the cock was coming. And then came the moment it pressed against his prostate. ``Ngghh...''\n\n``There we are.'' Vince said. He pulled back and pushed back in, starting a steady rhythm ramming his dick against Ned's most pleasurable spot. ``With a cock like yours, you don't get to bottom much, do you? You don't get to feel this kind of extasy.''\n\nNed stuffed his mouth with his wrist, trying to keep the sounds from exploding from him. His whole body felt warm and his heart was beating faster than ever.\n\nAnd then Vince ran a single finger down the lizard's cock, tracing a teasing trail from the leaky top to the pent-up base. And it kept leaking, every time the horse's cock pushed against the lizard's prostate. ``All this length, but it was just two inches short of getting to be inside me tonight. Somehow, it doesn't seem to mind.''\n\n``F-fuck...''\n\nVince's thrusts increased in force, and Ned felt the pleasure slowly turning into aching. ``That's too hard.''\n\n``You want me to stop?''\n\n``Go slower.'' Back to what he had been doing before.\n\nVince did slow down, but it didn't feel the same anymore. Ned could feel an orgasm building, but it was shallow and forced. His prostate was too desensitised. \n\n``I... I need a break.''\n\n``No, that's not what you need.'' Vince said, confidently. He lifted Ned's legs to change the angle slightly. ``You need to be bred.''\n\n``Wh-what?''\n\nVince pushed again and this time it wasn't against Ned's prostrate. He was moving past it, to go deeper. Ned could feel it when Vince pushed himself past the limits of his ass and into his large intestine, recognising it by the sound Ned made. Ned had only ever heard someone else make that sound, while he was fucking them. He had no idea it would feel so fulfilling.\n\n``This is what you need.'' Vince said, unrelenting as he forced himself deeper inside. ``You walked in here thinking you were the cock of the walk, scouting for ass. You needed to be put in your place.''\n\n``F-fuck...'' Ned could hardly speak, his eyes unfocussed and his head spinning. It felt like he was being torn in two and he didn't want it to stop. He wanted more.\n\n``I'm going to make you my mare and you'll cry out for me.''\n\nNed cried out in pleasure and pain and everything in between. He didn't know it could feel this way to be fucked. This good and this difficult. He felt like the horse's cocksleeve, existing only to help Vince get off. It made his dick throb.\n\nVince's cock kept pushing, but it was slowing down. It was slowing down too soon. The horse wasn't fully in yet, but it seemed that he'd hit a limit.\n\n``I can't take it.'' Ned realised, swallowing down his disappointment. He felt the wall. There was a unique discomfort that Ned could not get past. He knew there were bottoms who could go beyond the wall after months or years of practice. But for Ned, his first time bottoming, it would be impossible. ``We have to stop here.''\n\nThe horse froze in deep disappointment. ``Would you stop if you'd won the bet?''\n\n``Of... of course.''\n\n``Don't be a sore loser.'' Vince said. ``I need to get my full cock in you to come. You promised me you'd bottom for me.''\n\n``Yeah, but...''\n\n``I guess your word just doesn't mean anything.''\n\nNed swallowed. Fuck. Maybe he could swallow the discomfort. ``I guess we can try. You have to go slow.''\n\n``I'll go as slowly as I can.'' Vince said, before pushing with the exact same strength as he used before.\n\nNed could not take it. It was too much. He had to stop. But he had given his word that he'd try. And everything shifted when the horse rammed past his wall, rearranging his insides to make the cock still fit. It made Ned light-headed and relieved as the earlier discomfort disappeared, replaced only with a tension inside of him that wanted to shift everything back in its original place.\n\nThe horse kept going until finally, finally Ned could feel the cock hilting in him. Ned had taken all of the horse and he was stretched beyond his limits. He would be feeling it for weeks.\n\nThe horse retreated and Ned could feel how his body put everything back where it belonged, now that there was no more giant cock pushing it out of the way. Vince went back before the wall, which was quickly put back into place. And then Vince pushed back in. Ned's organs protested in ways that he couldn't vocalise, his body reluctantly opening itself up again to take those final inches. It wasn't any easier to take the hilting a second time, nor a third.\n\nVince pulled back further each time and thrusted into Ned with more force each time and more speed. He increased the length of his strokes and crashed his tip past Ned's walls again and again, dismantling it brick by brick. Ned's breath was taken from him, replaced with the overwhelming lust of being bred. Every time Vince pulled back, Ned hungered for the next thrust.\n\nHe was sure sounds were coming out of his mouth, but he had neither the control over his mouth to influence them, nor the faculty of his ears to pick up on what his moans sounded like.\n\nHe was oblivious to anything but Vince's cock.\n\n``Hey Jack.'' Vince said, not breaking his rhythm of deep thrusts.\n\nNed tried to cover himself up, but there was nothing he could do. His arms weren't working properly, his brain wasn't working. There were only these intense waves of pleasure, too overwhelming to do anything else. He could only whine as the horse's coworker walked up to take a closer look and saw all of Ned's naked body.\n\n``Hot.'' The panther said. He rubbed at his crotch, bulging at the sight. ``Need you back in a few minutes. Think you can finish up?''\n\n``I'll stop holding back.''\n\nHolding back?!\n\nThe horse doubled in speed and strength and Ned could no longer stay silent. He moaned loudly, unable to stop himself. It felt like the horse's cock tip was pushing against his lungs, squeezing out admissions of his slutty pleasures with every deep thrust.\n\nHe could see the rising climax in the horse's face and the deepening of his breath, as well as feel it in the throbbing of the horse's huge cock inside of him. There was nothing he had to do to bring the horse over the edge, because Vince was claiming the orgasm as a prize for winning his competition.\n\nThe horse suddenly hilted deep inside of Ned, filling up the lizard with his equine seed. It was warm and thick and enough volume that Vince had to pull back his cock to make room for the cum so deep inside of Ned's body.\n\nVince retreated slowly, breathing deeply as he tried to get control of himself again.\n\nNed collapsed on the ground. He felt ruined. His ass had never suffered such abuse, and he knew he would be leaking cum for hours. His prostate had been hammered into submission, and he suspected it would be hard to come considering how much pre he had already leaked during the mounting. His arm felt tired, and he just wanted to orgasm.\n\n``Please...'' Ned groaned, humping air to show his desperate throbbing to the horse. ``Please finish me off.''\n\nThe horse smirked at him. He was already half-dressed and working on putting his shirt on. ``I'm just the guy who fucked you, not your boyfriend. Finish yourself off.''\n\nNed cursed, before sitting up and grabbing his own clothes. This was an employee area. He wouldn't be allowed to stay as soon as the horse left, and Vince seemed in a hurry. He tried to ignore the ache as he sat up. He really should have stopped it sooner, but Vince's words that he shouldn't be a sore loser had pushed him.\n\nHe had still ended up sore anyway.\n\n``Fuck. You play this Measurement Game a lot? I can hardly stand. How do you finish your shift after you lose a contest with someone?''\n\nThe horse laughed, full of confidence. ``I guess I'll find out if I ever lose.''\n\nWait. What did he mean with that? Hadn't he been hoping to lose? He said he had been hoping to lose. And he only won by 2 inches. Vince knew there were guys with bigger cocks than either of them. If Vince challenged anyone with big-dick energy, how could he keep winning?\n\nSomething wasn't adding up.\n\n~*~\n\nSix months later\n\nVince had lost count again. He sighed as he started over. It was the damn summer heat and his cheap-ass boss not turning the AC on until they opened. He still had a long list of chores to do and he knew it would go slower in the high temperatures. He could not afford to miscount the till six times in a row.\n\nAt least it gave him an excuse to reinforce his reputation as being precise. As far his coworkers were concerned, Vince never screwed up the count. He just redid it a few times to make sure he had the number right.\n\nHe finally finished counting. Just over 3300 dollars. He noted the final count on his paper as just over 3100 and slipped the difference in his pocket when nobody was watching.\n\nThat was the big advantage of having a reputation for being precise. Nobody suspected you when you lied about the numbers. He just needed to get the money to make his rent. His vicious landlord did not consider extensions. Ever. And it was in the boss's best interest if his best bartender kept having a home.\n\nHe glanced at his coworker. The panther was mopping the floors in the kitchen, which meant he couldn't sneak off to the boss's office for a moment without getting caught. It was a shame. He had been looking forward to nicking back his USB and scouting out another mark on the security cameras.\n\nNobody had access to the footage, not even his boss. The only reason they had cameras at all was for security and insurance purposes. Anytime the recorded footage was accessed, an alarm was sent out to several privacy watchdogs and if they had not given prior permission, there allegedly would be police at the establishment within minutes.\n\nWhich is why Vince never accessed the recorded footage. He just had a spy program running to copy the footage directly from the live feed onto the USB. His boss considered himself such an expert in security systems, yet he had no idea that with a bit of googling anyone could download such a spy program along with step-by-step instructions on how to install it and make it work. All Vince had to do was make sure the USB was gone if there was ever an audit.\n\nAt home he had all the time in the world to look at every gay man that walked into the bar and snuck into some hidden corner to satisfy their needs, thinking they had found privacy. But there were cameras everywhere, with enough resolution that Vince could make out the dick sizes of anyone who appeared naked on screen for even a second.\n\nThey key was to find someone with dominant energy and a large enough cock that they would think they'd have a chance of winning, but not so large that they actually could. It was hard to estimate someone's size based on a few frames, but Vince had gotten good at it over the years. He could use the main cameras to calculate a person's height, and use that total height as a reference when he saw their dick. And every time he played his measuring game, he got to verify his calculations, which meant he could decrease the error margin each time. Just a few weeks earlier he had played against someone with only half an inch difference.\n\nIt was a lot of effort and it didn't always pan out. If he got horny enough and desperate enough, he would play the game with small-dicked subs, but they were less fun. They wouldn't have that confused shock on their faces when they realised that they had lost. The shock that made Vince so hard that he lost all control of himself.\n\nHe would play with small-dicked doms if they'd ever let him, but they never wanted to take the risk.\n\nHe was just about to start his next chore when his phone buzzed. It was probably his landlord, which meant it would keep going until he answered.\n\nBut when he checked, it was from an unknown number. \n\n``You've been very naughty, Mr. Vincent Victorius Vanderbilt.''\n\nHe blinked at the message. It had to be some kind of joke. Except the next message was a screenshot from the security cameras that showed the money he had just stolen.\n\n``There is evidence of sixteen counts of theft.'' The phone buzzed, showing dates and dollar amounts. The final amount was a little over 6000 dollars. ``The punishment for grand larceny can easily go up to ten years. Do I have your attention?''\n\nVince couldn't breathe. He was sweating and he felt like chucking his phone against the wall, as if that would solve any of his problems. It had to be a prank, except nobody who would prank him would be able to get the security footage. And nobody who could get the security footage would prank him instead of going to the police directly.\n\n``You have 10 minutes to get home.''\n\nVince grit his teeth. He didn't know what to do. He didn't have a choice.\n\n``I forgot to turn my oven off.'' He called out to his coworker. ``Keep an eye on things while I'm out?''\n\nHe didn't wait for a response, grabbing his coat and rushing across the street. He kept checking his phone to see how much longer he had left. He had to jog to make it in the time he'd been given. But he made it just in time.\n\nHe saw his front door, slightly ajar. It'd been locked when he'd left. He stepped inside and was greeted by a big camera mounted on the ceiling towards the door. He reached a hand up to touch it. It was wireless and had been pasted on; he could probably just pull it off.\n\nHis phone buzzed. ``Do not touch the cameras.''\n\nVince retreated his hand, wincing. Why was that in plural? He closed the door behind him and stepped into his living room. There were more cameras. Enough to cover every angle of the room twice over. This had to be highly illegal. He winced. Blackmail was illegal too, and so was grand larceny.\n\nFor the rest, his house seemed undisturbed. Nothing had been taken or moved around. Yet there was one addition. There was a box on the table in his living room, with an ornate letter next to it.\n\nDear Mr. Vincent Victorius Vanderbilt,\n\nYou have committed two sins. It is your greed that shall be used to pressure you, for it is this sin that society cares enough about to make laws and enforce them. Yet it is the second sin that has brought this righteous punishment onto you. It is your pride, that has made you cheat your fellow Sodomites from an honest competition.\n\nYou played a Contest of Measurement with those who could never hope to win, for you only played with prior information to guarantee your victory.\n\nBut you are not beyond redemption. You shall have to endure one large punishment, which will help you with the sin of Lust we are all guilty of. And then you shall absolve your sins through a series of labours, ten tasks in total, one for each person we could find that you have wronged.\n\nKarma has come for you, Mr. Vincent Victorious Vanderbilt. You shall take what's in this box and you will wear it. You have fifteen minutes.\n\nSincerely,\n\nParci\n\nVince didn't know what to say or do. And then he felt the phone buzz. ``Your time starts now.''\n\nThis was real. He was being blackmailed. He had gone home because he'd been ordered to. He had ignored the cameras that were pointed at him right now because he had been ordered to. How much further would this go? How much more would he do?\n\nHis heart was pounding. Clearly the person who'd written the letter to him was insane, which would make them very hard to predict. Vince's thefts were treated as an after-thought and he was being punished for having some harmless fun. From the sound of it, by some religious homophobe.\n\nExcept they stuck up for Vince's marks. Could it be one of the people he had played with? He had never intended to hurt anyone. It was just sex, with people who willingly agreed to the activity. He was a little rough sometimes, and he pushed at boundaries, but he had never kept going after someone had told him to stop. Vince used some tricks, but he wasn't a rapist.\n\nWhoever this blackmailer was, he could have just sent out the pictures and Vince would be in jail. But Vince was walking free, led by a virtual leash. The letter promised ten tasks and that he would release Vince then. Vince didn't know if he could trust that. But he knew it was his only chance.\n\nHe looked in the box and his courage left him.\n\nIt was a steel chastity cage.\n\n``No fucking way.''\n\nHis phone buzzed. ``Ten minutes.''\n\nVince could not believe this. The chastity belt was to be his `large punishment'. It was sitting on a bed of bubble wrap, even though Vince was pretty sure it was supposed to come with its own box. That box would have instructions on it and specifications and warnings. Vince knew because regularly men came into the club talking about chastity cages. On the video tapes, Vince had watched subs put them on in the bathroom when they thought nobody was watching. Once a year the bar held a special event where salespeople would wear nothing but chastity cages and chastity belts, selling their wares across several booths.\n\nVince had never seen the appeal. He liked cock. He liked to fuck men with huge dicks. What was the sense of making someone's dick smaller? Yet that humiliation had been forced upon Vince now. While he lacked instructions and specifications and warnings. All he had was the cage. He took it out of the box and set it on the table.\n\nIt felt sturdy. Light, yet unbreakable. It was a minimalist model, with a ring that would have to go around his balls, and a tiny dome that would trap his dick in his sheath. Simply running his fingers over it, he could tell this was no cheap model that would break the first time Vince had an erection. It would make his erections impossible.\n\nThere was one more thing that Vince lacked. While the cage had been provided with a padlock, there was no key. The moment he put it on, there was no going back.\n\nThe phone again. ``Five minutes.''\n\nVince could just stop it there. He could call the police and take this bastard of a blackmailer with him, who had invaded his home and set up cameras. The blackmailer had left a letter and sent messages to Vince's phone. Surely he could be caught.\n\nUnless he knew how to hide his trail. He had gotten security footage from a system that was impossible to circumvent. If he could do the impossible, wouldn't he have just spoofed a phone number to text him? Wouldn't he have made the cameras and chastity cage untraceable?\n\nAnd how long would the police be on his side when they got sent the evidence? How much effort would the cops put to protect a gay thief whom they could just charge with a felony instead?\n\n``Two minutes.''\n\n``Fuck.'' Vince stood and lowered his pants. The metal was cool against his skin as he looped his balls through the ring. He pressed the other piece into place and tried to click the padlock shut. It wouldn't work because his dick was getting hard for some fucking reason.\n\n``Thirty seconds.''\n\nVince applied more pressure, wincing at the pain of restraining his dick. It was still small and he should be able to force it. This was his fault for not sleeping with anyone for a week, that his dick started growing larger just from being touched even when there was not a single sexually arousing thing about this terrifying situation.\n\nHe grit his teeth and finally managed to click the padlock shut.\n\nIt was done. The horse had expected it to feel more significant. One moment the device was on his body and could be removed, the next it was secured. The worst part about it was that he hardly felt its presence. His dick was pressing against the confines but it was already shrinking again. It had been uncomfortable to put it on, but it felt fine now. No different from any other kinky accessory he had ever worn.\n\nVince was now in chastity. And it was only the beginning.\n\nTo be continued\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Measure of a Man

Chapter 1: The Measuring Game

Ned felt on top of the fucking world.

And there was no better place to celebrate than in Thundrel. It wasn't a wealthy bar by any means, nor did it have a reputation of distinction. It was tucked away between a bowling alley and a pizzeria. But it was the only gay bar in his mid-size city and god how Ned wanted to fuck someone tonight.

The chameleon felt a power that he needed to manifest. It had been his patents that had enabled a small family business to completely outcompete the evil corporation that had been trying to run them out of business. The merger was complete, with not only all employees of both companies being retained but all of them finally getting a living wage paid out to them. And the world was now a better place with one less asshole CEO making people miserable.

He saw heads turning as he walked into the bar, something he still wasn't completely used to. The chameleon had spent so many years of his life trying to blend his pudgy body into the background, that it was strange to be in the spotlight. To be lusted after for the body he had trained into shape, appreciated for his sleek glasses and fitted white shirt. Strange and exhilarating.

Just one week earlier he had lost himself. One moment he was flirting with a red panda and having fun, the next he ended up mounting him in one of the toilet stalls. That tended to happen whenever an emotion like lust overtook him. He's pretty sure he could've stopped himself if at any point the panda had told Ned to stop or had pulled the rug out from under him as he had been expecting. It was still hard to imagine such a cute guy desiring Ned, but every step of the way the panda had returned lust with lust. While being fucked, the panda had wrapped his paws around his muzzle to keep himself from moaning too loudly, his erection dribbling more pre with every one of Ned's thrusts.

``One vodka Red Bull.'' He ordered at the bar, looking over the people who were present for the night. He was still getting used to taking in the measure of a man from a single look, as was customary in these types of places. If he wanted deeper connections he could do online dating. Tonight was about finding someone to have sex with. And there was nothing wrong with trying to find the person that most turned him on.

For him that was about the look they had in their eyes. They were sizing him up too, making a snap decision on whether they considered him hot enough. Ned wanted someone who glanced his way and then could not look away. He felt powerful and he wanted someone who would worship him.

``Something to celebrate?'' The bartender asked.

``Definitely.''

The horse leaned closer, smiling and inviting. ``Care to share?''

Ned was confused by the attention. He knew the brown horse with dark black hair behind the counter, with the white circle on his muzzle. He had recognised him the moment he first walked into the bar weeks earlier, even if he had traded his green sports jacket for a navy-blue waistcoat. His name was Vince and he had been one of the jocks in their high school. He had run track, was one of the most handsome furs everyone drooled over, and had been completely out of the chameleon's league. Back then, hundreds of hours of gym time earlier, Ned had been known as Ernest and he had been preoccupied with his grades above all else. It was very clear that Vince did not recognise him, if Vince even remembered Ned at all.

``It's all terribly confidential.'' Ned said, taking a sip of his drink. ``And I wasn't much in the mood for talking tonight, if you catch my drift.''

``We don't have to talk.'' Vince easily replied. ``I'm at your service tonight. And for a handsome lizard like yourself, that can mean whatever you want it to.''

Ned eyed the horse sceptically. But his interest seemed genuine. The look in his eyes was real. Much as it was hard to believe, a former jock from high school was coming onto him. The horse had maintained his muscles and had only matured further into a handsome man. His ass was out of this world. The idea that Ned might get to bend the horse over and make him Ned's mare was straight out of his fantasies. After all these years of buffing himself up, he was finally in the same league as Vince. And there was something deeply arousing about the prospect of proving it to himself.

And so, despite his earlier plans, he spent the whole night glued to the bar, talking to the barkeeper. He did not take a turn spanking the tied-down employee in the corner, no matter how often the fox wiggled his bottom and begged someone else to pick up the paddle. After a few hours Ned didn't have eyes for anyone other than Vince and his consistent flirtations in which he offered himself up to the lizard.

``Most of my job is done behind a desk, so it's been hard to fit exercise into my routine.''

``I get that.'' Vince said. ``Not much heavy lifting here, unless a keg needs replacing.''

``Yeah, I don't think I would've managed without my home gym.''

``Is that why I haven't seen you work out? I was wondering how I could've missed someone as hot as you.''

Ned had to hide behind his glass, finishing his drink. He loved the attention and the game, and Vince kept surprising him with how forward he was being.

``Can I top you off?'' the horse asked.

``The way you've been talking, I didn't think you'd be capable of topping anything.''

``That's not a no.'' He smirked, before grabbing a glass and mixing another drink. ``And for the record, I'm versatile in my skillset. I even have references if you need them. Some of them are even here in the bar tonight. Any of them will tell you they've enjoyed being filled with more than just my drinks.''

Ned raised his glass to the barkeep. ``I'm enjoying the drinks. I don't need any other kind of filling.''

``It's not about what you need. Places like these are all about the wants and desires.''

``I'm just clear on what I want after I've spent the whole evening receiving from you. I want it to be your turn to receive.''

``Now where's the fun in that kind of certainty?'' Vince asked. ``Don't you enjoy the thrill of living in the land of either-way?''

Ned shrugged. ``I enjoy getting what I want.''

``Well, what I want is to play a game. Do you know The Measurement Game?''

Ned took a sip as he eyed the horse. ``No. What are the rules?''

``It's quite simple. We just check whose dick is the biggest, and they win the right to top.''

Ned almost choked on his drink. ``No, I don't think I've ever played that game before.''

``That surprises me.'' Vince said. ``You've got such big-dick energy.

``I can't complain.''

``Haven't you ever bragged to others, until they had to see it for themselves?''

Ned never had. He hadn't been secure enough to talk to men about dicks until he was hooking up with them, in which case he enjoyed seducing men without flaunting his size first. He didn't want to let Vince know about that though.

And Vince took the silence as agreement. ``I thought so. And I'm in the mood to gamble. Nothing turns me on as being in that state of either-way. I have a feeling I'll lose to you. Considering how hot you are, that would still be winning.''

Ned could not help picturing it. He could see his cock laid against the horse's, both resting on Vince's naked belly as the horse was forced to admit his defeat. He felt himself growing harder at the thought of it. The suspension as they compared, knowing either one could be spreading their legs for the other. He wanted to top, but that anticipation would get his blood pumping. ``I think I'm in the mood to gamble too.''

``Then follow me, handsome. My break's overdue.''

Vince led the chameleon to a room that was reserved for employees, using a keycard to get them inside. It was a small break room with lockers and a bench on one side. Vince started taking off his clothes quickly, revealing more of his toned body. Ned swallowed, before following suit. Within moments they were standing across each other in only their underwear.

``You first.'' Vince said. He grabbed a tape measure from one of the lockers.

Ned licked his lips and got naked. His cock needed little prompting to become fully erect. He only needed to look at the horse's body. The horse was massive and strong, and Ned was going to fuck him into submission.

Vince's eyes widened as he saw Ned's size, his lips parting as his breathing increased. He was clearly as impatient as Ned was. He stepped forward and ran his fingers over the thickening cock. ``I hope I get to have this inside of me.''

It sent tingles up Ned's spine. ``It's at full length.''

Vince unrolled the rape measure. ``Wow. Twenty-two inches. You're huge.''

Ned liked hearing the number. It was a sense of pride for him. He tried to read the horse's face, and he seemed genuinely impressed. His burgundy boxers were tenting from anticipation.

``Is it bigger than yours?''

``Let's find out.'' Vince said, a smirk on his face while his eyes stayed fixated on Ned's cock. He pulled down his underwear to reveal his erection, which was only a little smaller than Ned's by the look of it. But not by a lot.

Ned reached forward and caressed the horse's warm meat which was responding to the attention it was receiving. He imagined it staying this erect as he fucked Vince, erupting with seed from the fierce mounting he would give the horse. Every touch made Vince pant harder, like his body could not handle the arousal.

Ned started pushing Vince down, but Vince shook his head. ``Measure me.''

The chameleon paused from confusion, until he realised his teasing had made the horse grow further in size. It was hard to tell who would win. And it made him realise that there really was a chance that he would need to spread his legs for the horse. He would have this throbbing beauty inside of him.

He could not help but start panting too.

Ned took the tape measure clumsily in his hands, fidgeting from his sudden realisation. It meant it took him several seconds to unroll it. His fingers brushed against the cock along the way, a warm excitement that was throbbing with desire. He wanted to see that cock leaking pre from a mounting without mercy. He wanted that cock inside of him. He wanted both.

He got the measurement. It would be the latter.

``Twenty-four inches.'' Ned whispered in awe. That cock was going to destroy him. He had never taken anything that big. He was feeling anxious about the huge undertaking. But a bet was a bet, and he did not go back on his word. He was going to try. His rock-hard dick was certainly happy about that. ``What can I do to prepare?''

``My break isn't long enough to take it slow and steady. And your ass is too hot for me to contain myself. Suck it up.'' Vince motioned for Ned to lie down on the bench.

Ned swallowed and did as told, getting off the ground. Vince pulled Ned's legs up and spread them. Ned felt the tip of Vince's flared cock against his entrance, cold with lubricant. And then he felt the pressure. ``Fuck.''

``A big sexy man like you can take it.'' The horse said, slowly pushing forward. ``Just relax.''

Ned bit his lip as he tried to withstand the pressure. He was feeling filled like he never had been before, and still more of the cock was coming. And then came the moment it pressed against his prostate. ``Ngghh...''

``There we are.'' Vince said. He pulled back and pushed back in, starting a steady rhythm ramming his dick against Ned's most pleasurable spot. ``With a cock like yours, you don't get to bottom much, do you? You don't get to feel this kind of extasy.''

Ned stuffed his mouth with his wrist, trying to keep the sounds from exploding from him. His whole body felt warm and his heart was beating faster than ever.

And then Vince ran a single finger down the lizard's cock, tracing a teasing trail from the leaky top to the pent-up base. And it kept leaking, every time the horse's cock pushed against the lizard's prostate. ``All this length, but it was just two inches short of getting to be inside me tonight. Somehow, it doesn't seem to mind.''

``F-fuck...''

Vince's thrusts increased in force, and Ned felt the pleasure slowly turning into aching. ``That's too hard.''

``You want me to stop?''

``Go slower.'' Back to what he had been doing before.

Vince did slow down, but it didn't feel the same anymore. Ned could feel an orgasm building, but it was shallow and forced. His prostate was too desensitised.

``I... I need a break.''

``No, that's not what you need.'' Vince said, confidently. He lifted Ned's legs to change the angle slightly. ``You need to be bred.''

``Wh-what?''

Vince pushed again and this time it wasn't against Ned's prostrate. He was moving past it, to go deeper. Ned could feel it when Vince pushed himself past the limits of his ass and into his large intestine, recognising it by the sound Ned made. Ned had only ever heard someone else make that sound, while he was fucking them. He had no idea it would feel so fulfilling.

``This is what you need.'' Vince said, unrelenting as he forced himself deeper inside. ``You walked in here thinking you were the cock of the walk, scouting for ass. You needed to be put in your place.''

``F-fuck...'' Ned could hardly speak, his eyes unfocussed and his head spinning. It felt like he was being torn in two and he didn't want it to stop. He wanted more.

``I'm going to make you my mare and you'll cry out for me.''

Ned cried out in pleasure and pain and everything in between. He didn't know it could feel this way to be fucked. This good and this difficult. He felt like the horse's cocksleeve, existing only to help Vince get off. It made his dick throb.

Vince's cock kept pushing, but it was slowing down. It was slowing down too soon. The horse wasn't fully in yet, but it seemed that he'd hit a limit.

``I can't take it.'' Ned realised, swallowing down his disappointment. He felt the wall. There was a unique discomfort that Ned could not get past. He knew there were bottoms who could go beyond the wall after months or years of practice. But for Ned, his first time bottoming, it would be impossible. ``We have to stop here.''

The horse froze in deep disappointment. ``Would you stop if you'd won the bet?''

``Of... of course.''

``Don't be a sore loser.'' Vince said. ``I need to get my full cock in you to come. You promised me you'd bottom for me.''

``Yeah, but...''

``I guess your word just doesn't mean anything.''

Ned swallowed. Fuck. Maybe he could swallow the discomfort. ``I guess we can try. You have to go slow.''

``I'll go as slowly as I can.'' Vince said, before pushing with the exact same strength as he used before.

Ned could not take it. It was too much. He had to stop. But he had given his word that he'd try. And everything shifted when the horse rammed past his wall, rearranging his insides to make the cock still fit. It made Ned light-headed and relieved as the earlier discomfort disappeared, replaced only with a tension inside of him that wanted to shift everything back in its original place.

The horse kept going until finally, finally Ned could feel the cock hilting in him. Ned had taken all of the horse and he was stretched beyond his limits. He would be feeling it for weeks.

The horse retreated and Ned could feel how his body put everything back where it belonged, now that there was no more giant cock pushing it out of the way. Vince went back before the wall, which was quickly put back into place. And then Vince pushed back in. Ned's organs protested in ways that he couldn't vocalise, his body reluctantly opening itself up again to take those final inches. It wasn't any easier to take the hilting a second time, nor a third.

Vince pulled back further each time and thrusted into Ned with more force each time and more speed. He increased the length of his strokes and crashed his tip past Ned's walls again and again, dismantling it brick by brick. Ned's breath was taken from him, replaced with the overwhelming lust of being bred. Every time Vince pulled back, Ned hungered for the next thrust.

He was sure sounds were coming out of his mouth, but he had neither the control over his mouth to influence them, nor the faculty of his ears to pick up on what his moans sounded like.

He was oblivious to anything but Vince's cock.

``Hey Jack.'' Vince said, not breaking his rhythm of deep thrusts.

Ned tried to cover himself up, but there was nothing he could do. His arms weren't working properly, his brain wasn't working. There were only these intense waves of pleasure, too overwhelming to do anything else. He could only whine as the horse's coworker walked up to take a closer look and saw all of Ned's naked body.

``Hot.'' The panther said. He rubbed at his crotch, bulging at the sight. ``Need you back in a few minutes. Think you can finish up?''

``I'll stop holding back.''

Holding back?!

The horse doubled in speed and strength and Ned could no longer stay silent. He moaned loudly, unable to stop himself. It felt like the horse's cock tip was pushing against his lungs, squeezing out admissions of his slutty pleasures with every deep thrust.

He could see the rising climax in the horse's face and the deepening of his breath, as well as feel it in the throbbing of the horse's huge cock inside of him. There was nothing he had to do to bring the horse over the edge, because Vince was claiming the orgasm as a prize for winning his competition.

The horse suddenly hilted deep inside of Ned, filling up the lizard with his equine seed. It was warm and thick and enough volume that Vince had to pull back his cock to make room for the cum so deep inside of Ned's body.

Vince retreated slowly, breathing deeply as he tried to get control of himself again.

Ned collapsed on the ground. He felt ruined. His ass had never suffered such abuse, and he knew he would be leaking cum for hours. His prostate had been hammered into submission, and he suspected it would be hard to come considering how much pre he had already leaked during the mounting. His arm felt tired, and he just wanted to orgasm.

``Please...'' Ned groaned, humping air to show his desperate throbbing to the horse. ``Please finish me off.''

The horse smirked at him. He was already half-dressed and working on putting his shirt on. ``I'm just the guy who fucked you, not your boyfriend. Finish yourself off.''

Ned cursed, before sitting up and grabbing his own clothes. This was an employee area. He wouldn't be allowed to stay as soon as the horse left, and Vince seemed in a hurry. He tried to ignore the ache as he sat up. He really should have stopped it sooner, but Vince's words that he shouldn't be a sore loser had pushed him.

He had still ended up sore anyway.

``Fuck. You play this Measurement Game a lot? I can hardly stand. How do you finish your shift after you lose a contest with someone?''

The horse laughed, full of confidence. ``I guess I'll find out if I ever lose.''

Wait. What did he mean with that? Hadn't he been hoping to lose? He said he had been hoping to lose. And he only won by 2 inches. Vince knew there were guys with bigger cocks than either of them. If Vince challenged anyone with big-dick energy, how could he keep winning?

Something wasn't adding up.

~*~

Six months later

Vince had lost count again. He sighed as he started over. It was the damn summer heat and his cheap-ass boss not turning the AC on until they opened. He still had a long list of chores to do and he knew it would go slower in the high temperatures. He could not afford to miscount the till six times in a row.

At least it gave him an excuse to reinforce his reputation as being precise. As far his coworkers were concerned, Vince never screwed up the count. He just redid it a few times to make sure he had the number right.

He finally finished counting. Just over 3300 dollars. He noted the final count on his paper as just over 3100 and slipped the difference in his pocket when nobody was watching.

That was the big advantage of having a reputation for being precise. Nobody suspected you when you lied about the numbers. He just needed to get the money to make his rent. His vicious landlord did not consider extensions. Ever. And it was in the boss's best interest if his best bartender kept having a home.

He glanced at his coworker. The panther was mopping the floors in the kitchen, which meant he couldn't sneak off to the boss's office for a moment without getting caught. It was a shame. He had been looking forward to nicking back his USB and scouting out another mark on the security cameras.

Nobody had access to the footage, not even his boss. The only reason they had cameras at all was for security and insurance purposes. Anytime the recorded footage was accessed, an alarm was sent out to several privacy watchdogs and if they had not given prior permission, there allegedly would be police at the establishment within minutes.

Which is why Vince never accessed the recorded footage. He just had a spy program running to copy the footage directly from the live feed onto the USB. His boss considered himself such an expert in security systems, yet he had no idea that with a bit of googling anyone could download such a spy program along with step-by-step instructions on how to install it and make it work. All Vince had to do was make sure the USB was gone if there was ever an audit.

At home he had all the time in the world to look at every gay man that walked into the bar and snuck into some hidden corner to satisfy their needs, thinking they had found privacy. But there were cameras everywhere, with enough resolution that Vince could make out the dick sizes of anyone who appeared naked on screen for even a second.

They key was to find someone with dominant energy and a large enough cock that they would think they'd have a chance of winning, but not so large that they actually could. It was hard to estimate someone's size based on a few frames, but Vince had gotten good at it over the years. He could use the main cameras to calculate a person's height, and use that total height as a reference when he saw their dick. And every time he played his measuring game, he got to verify his calculations, which meant he could decrease the error margin each time. Just a few weeks earlier he had played against someone with only half an inch difference.

It was a lot of effort and it didn't always pan out. If he got horny enough and desperate enough, he would play the game with small-dicked subs, but they were less fun. They wouldn't have that confused shock on their faces when they realised that they had lost. The shock that made Vince so hard that he lost all control of himself.

He would play with small-dicked doms if they'd ever let him, but they never wanted to take the risk.

He was just about to start his next chore when his phone buzzed. It was probably his landlord, which meant it would keep going until he answered.

But when he checked, it was from an unknown number.

``You've been very naughty, Mr. Vincent Victorius Vanderbilt.''

He blinked at the message. It had to be some kind of joke. Except the next message was a screenshot from the security cameras that showed the money he had just stolen.

``There is evidence of sixteen counts of theft.'' The phone buzzed, showing dates and dollar amounts. The final amount was a little over 6000 dollars. ``The punishment for grand larceny can easily go up to ten years. Do I have your attention?''

Vince couldn't breathe. He was sweating and he felt like chucking his phone against the wall, as if that would solve any of his problems. It had to be a prank, except nobody who would prank him would be able to get the security footage. And nobody who could get the security footage would prank him instead of going to the police directly.

``You have 10 minutes to get home.''

Vince grit his teeth. He didn't know what to do. He didn't have a choice.

``I forgot to turn my oven off.'' He called out to his coworker. ``Keep an eye on things while I'm out?''

He didn't wait for a response, grabbing his coat and rushing across the street. He kept checking his phone to see how much longer he had left. He had to jog to make it in the time he'd been given. But he made it just in time.

He saw his front door, slightly ajar. It'd been locked when he'd left. He stepped inside and was greeted by a big camera mounted on the ceiling towards the door. He reached a hand up to touch it. It was wireless and had been pasted on; he could probably just pull it off.

His phone buzzed. ``Do not touch the cameras.''

Vince retreated his hand, wincing. Why was that in plural? He closed the door behind him and stepped into his living room. There were more cameras. Enough to cover every angle of the room twice over. This had to be highly illegal. He winced. Blackmail was illegal too, and so was grand larceny.

For the rest, his house seemed undisturbed. Nothing had been taken or moved around. Yet there was one addition. There was a box on the table in his living room, with an ornate letter next to it.

Dear Mr. Vincent Victorius Vanderbilt,

You have committed two sins. It is your greed that shall be used to pressure you, for it is this sin that society cares enough about to make laws and enforce them. Yet it is the second sin that has brought this righteous punishment onto you. It is your pride, that has made you cheat your fellow Sodomites from an honest competition.

You played a Contest of Measurement with those who could never hope to win, for you only played with prior information to guarantee your victory.

But you are not beyond redemption. You shall have to endure one large punishment, which will help you with the sin of Lust we are all guilty of. And then you shall absolve your sins through a series of labours, ten tasks in total, one for each person we could find that you have wronged.

Karma has come for you, Mr. Vincent Victorious Vanderbilt. You shall take what's in this box and you will wear it. You have fifteen minutes.

Sincerely,

Parci

Vince didn't know what to say or do. And then he felt the phone buzz. ``Your time starts now.''

This was real. He was being blackmailed. He had gone home because he'd been ordered to. He had ignored the cameras that were pointed at him right now because he had been ordered to. How much further would this go? How much more would he do?

His heart was pounding. Clearly the person who'd written the letter to him was insane, which would make them very hard to predict. Vince's thefts were treated as an after-thought and he was being punished for having some harmless fun. From the sound of it, by some religious homophobe.

Except they stuck up for Vince's marks. Could it be one of the people he had played with? He had never intended to hurt anyone. It was just sex, with people who willingly agreed to the activity. He was a little rough sometimes, and he pushed at boundaries, but he had never kept going after someone had told him to stop. Vince used some tricks, but he wasn't a rapist.

Whoever this blackmailer was, he could have just sent out the pictures and Vince would be in jail. But Vince was walking free, led by a virtual leash. The letter promised ten tasks and that he would release Vince then. Vince didn't know if he could trust that. But he knew it was his only chance.

He looked in the box and his courage left him.

It was a steel chastity cage.

``No fucking way.''

His phone buzzed. ``Ten minutes.''

Vince could not believe this. The chastity belt was to be his `large punishment'. It was sitting on a bed of bubble wrap, even though Vince was pretty sure it was supposed to come with its own box. That box would have instructions on it and specifications and warnings. Vince knew because regularly men came into the club talking about chastity cages. On the video tapes, Vince had watched subs put them on in the bathroom when they thought nobody was watching. Once a year the bar held a special event where salespeople would wear nothing but chastity cages and chastity belts, selling their wares across several booths.

Vince had never seen the appeal. He liked cock. He liked to fuck men with huge dicks. What was the sense of making someone's dick smaller? Yet that humiliation had been forced upon Vince now. While he lacked instructions and specifications and warnings. All he had was the cage. He took it out of the box and set it on the table.

It felt sturdy. Light, yet unbreakable. It was a minimalist model, with a ring that would have to go around his balls, and a tiny dome that would trap his dick in his sheath. Simply running his fingers over it, he could tell this was no cheap model that would break the first time Vince had an erection. It would make his erections impossible.

There was one more thing that Vince lacked. While the cage had been provided with a padlock, there was no key. The moment he put it on, there was no going back.

The phone again. ``Five minutes.''

Vince could just stop it there. He could call the police and take this bastard of a blackmailer with him, who had invaded his home and set up cameras. The blackmailer had left a letter and sent messages to Vince's phone. Surely he could be caught.

Unless he knew how to hide his trail. He had gotten security footage from a system that was impossible to circumvent. If he could do the impossible, wouldn't he have just spoofed a phone number to text him? Wouldn't he have made the cameras and chastity cage untraceable?

And how long would the police be on his side when they got sent the evidence? How much effort would the cops put to protect a gay thief whom they could just charge with a felony instead?

``Two minutes.''

``Fuck.'' Vince stood and lowered his pants. The metal was cool against his skin as he looped his balls through the ring. He pressed the other piece into place and tried to click the padlock shut. It wouldn't work because his dick was getting hard for some fucking reason.

``Thirty seconds.''

Vince applied more pressure, wincing at the pain of restraining his dick. It was still small and he should be able to force it. This was his fault for not sleeping with anyone for a week, that his dick started growing larger just from being touched even when there was not a single sexually arousing thing about this terrifying situation.

He grit his teeth and finally managed to click the padlock shut.

It was done. The horse had expected it to feel more significant. One moment the device was on his body and could be removed, the next it was secured. The worst part about it was that he hardly felt its presence. His dick was pressing against the confines but it was already shrinking again. It had been uncomfortable to put it on, but it felt fine now. No different from any other kinky accessory he had ever worn.

Vince was now in chastity. And it was only the beginning.

To be continued

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