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That becomes difficult when he’s ordered to work out at his gym and use the public showers.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Vince, forced by a blackmailer to wear a chastity belt, is trying his best to not stick out too much. That becomes difficult when he’s ordered to work out at his gym and use the public showers.", "writing": "[b]The Measure of a Man\n\nChapter 2: Do as I say[/b]\n\nVince tugged on the steel circle around his balls. It was to no avail. The padlock had clicked shut and no part of the chastity cage was budging anymore. It was secure around his sheath.\n\nHis phone buzzed. No doubt to rub salt into his wounds.\n\n``You should go back to work before you're missed.''\n\nVince blinked. Right. He had a shift. He didn't feel right going back to work after being forced into a medieval device to ensure chasteness. It would be impossible to concentrate. Yet he also couldn't miss a night's pay.\n\nHe pulled up his pants.\n\n``Leave the underwear at home.''\n\nVince swallowed as he stared at the message. He couldn't just... could he?\n\n``For your first task, you shall go commando for 24 hours.''\n\nThe horse shook his head. No. He couldn't do that. He couldn't just walk outside without underwear on. That was indecent. And everyone... everyone would be fine. Because nobody could actually tell what someone else wore under their pants.\n\nVince did as told, slipping off his boxers before putting on his jeans again. He could feel the fabric on his naked ass, and his balls being pressed against the steel chastity cage with nothing more to cover up this new shame. He ran his fingers over his jeans, where he would normally feel his cock. He now only felt hard metal. If anyone brushed against them, would they mistake the metal for arousal? Or would they immediately know what someone had done to him?\n\nThere were no new messages. Vince took a deep breath. Ten tasks and then he was going to be free.\n\nHe went out of his apartment and walked back to work. With every step he could feel the presence of his new prison. He was sure he was walking differently from normal, and that everyone was staring at him. He couldn't help but increase his pace. He kept his eyes in front of him. He just had to get to work. Just had to survive the distance.\n\nBy the time he got to his workplace, he was panting. He rushed behind the bar where the view of his lower body would be blocked.\n\n``Bout time you got back! You're cleaning the gunk from behind the freezer.''\n\nI groaned. That was the worst job. ``It's your turn.''\n\n``And I would've done it if you hadn't skipped on an hour of prep.''\n\nVince rubbed his head. Jack was in a mood, which meant Vince would not be able to hide out behind the bar the whole time. This was going to be a long shift.\n\n~*~\n\n``I can definitely do a stiff martini for you.'' Vince said.\n\n``I'm sure that's not the only thing stiff about you.'' The hyena smirked, glancing between Vince's legs.\n\nAny other night he would be flirting back. Now he pressed his body firm to the counter before the Hyena could see how impossible it was for his body to respond as it should. ``Were you interested in any other cocktails?''\n\n``Pfff, you're no fun.'' The hyena got his drink and then staggered off to try his luck elsewhere.\n\nVince tried not to let it bother him. But in his head he kept thinking that the hyena had seen through him. That he had somehow noticed that Vince had been stripped of his masculinity and forced into this humiliation.\n\n``Vince!'' His boss yelled.\n\nThe horse froze as he turned to look.\n\n``I need more ice.''\n\nVince could breathe again, nodding as he stepped away to refill their ice bucket. Vince liked his boss. The guy had saved Vince when nobody else would hire him, and Vince had repaid him by being a loyal employee for years. Yeah, he took a little extra money when he was tight on rent, but he also worked extra shifts whenever he was asked and brought more gay guys in than any other employee at the bar by looking the way he did.\n\nThe idea of the blackmailer sharing the footage of him taking liberties was mortifying. This job was the only thing he had in this life. He didn't know what he would do without it.\n\nHis eyes scanned the crowds. Every once in a while someone looked at him, which made Vince feel like he was being watched. Was it the blackmailer? But then a few minutes later they would go up to the bar to order their drink and go back to ignoring him.\n\nAnd Vince would be alone again, fixating on how strange it felt not to be wearing underwear. Whenever he moved he felt his jeans caress his ass, like he was being groped. He felt so naked that he regularly had to bring his fingers to his hips to remind himself that he was covered up. \n\nHe had been sipping at beer to steady his nerves, which turned out to be a mistake when he realised he needed to pee and he couldn't use the bathroom at the bar. He had no idea what it would be like to pee without getting his dick out of his sheath, but he couldn't imagine it would be pretty. And if anything went wrong, he wouldn't be able to explain why he'd sprayed urine over the bathroom floor and his own clothes.\n\nHe had to lay off the alcohol, leaving nothing to blunt the full experience of his night of exposure.\n\nWhen it was time to close, he begged to be let off early. He went into the locker room before anyone else, just in time to see his coworker Justin orgasm. The fox was on their shared bench, knotted vulpine cock throbbing and shooting out come over his chest. He was by himself, but he had his knees raised, giving a view of his tailhole and crimson cheeks; the results of a full night on the bar's spanking bench.\n\nIt was hardly the first time Vince had walked in on a coworker having sex or masturbating. It was the first time walking in on someone when he was locked in a chastity cage that prevented him from doing anything similar. He skipped all the pleasantries, his bladder urging him to hurry.\n\nHe ran home as fast as he could, fearing he would wet himself in public if he didn't get home fast enough.\n\nHe finally made it, only to have the blinking red light of the camera on him. He rushed to the bathroom, and just as he had feared there was a camera there too. He had been humiliated enough. He didn't want the blackmailer to see this too. It was a huge relief to see that the camera was pointed at the shower and not at the toilet.\n\nHe stood under the camera to throw off his clothes out of view, and then rushed to the toilet. He sat down and let go. And there was no powerful spray that went every which way. There was simply a dribble that made its way out of the chastity cage's metal slots and ran down his balls. Despite being on the toilet, despite having removed all of his clothes, he was in fact wetting himself.\n\nThanks to the cage, he couldn't even use the toilet normally.\n\nAfter he was done relieving himself, he had to step into the shower to rinse off. He wanted to feel clean again. He spared one look at the camera and took a steady breath to calm himself. The blackmailer had already seen his naked body when Vince had put the chastity cage on. They would've seen more if they had access to the footage of the bar. He shouldn't be feeling embarrassed.\n\nYet he still kept his back to the camera as he went to the shower. The warm water felt great on his body and it was almost enough to make him forget the whole day. But every time he got between his legs to clean himself, he could feel the steel of the cage in the way. He whined. His favourite part of a shower was coaxing out his dick and taking his good time cleaning it. For the first time since he had put the cage on, he could feel a building erection aching to be released and restrained by the strength of the chastity device. \n\nIt wasn't anything like when he `d been putting it on and his body accepted its new reality. His cock wanted to grow and the cage wouldn't let it. It kept trying in waves, which rippled through Vince in a mixture of discomfort, ache, and excitement. It was as if with his dick unable to get hard, it was spreading sensitivity and desire through the rest of his body. And it felt like it would keep going for as long as Vince was in the shower and his cock thought it should be getting pleasured.\n\n``Fuck.'' Vince turned off the water. Cold air hit him, which finally seemed to shut off the engine in his loins. He took a few moments to collect himself, and then reached for a towel to dry off, frustrated and unspent.\n\nAfter he was dry, he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers. He froze as soon as he touched them. He was supposed to go commando. He was used to sleeping in his underwear. He would have to stay naked for the night.\n\nHe wrapped the towel around his waist to preserve his dignity as he moved through the camera's visible area to get under the covers. Only then did he remove the towel. He threw it across the room and hid himself under the blankets. Maybe that way he could feel like there weren't three different cameras set up in this room watching his every move.\n\nThe blackmailer had gone into his house to do all this, never leaving a trace of broken locks. Vince had put a chair in front of his front door to block it, and another chair against his bedroom door, but it did not feel like enough. As he turned around on the bed and felt the steel cage between his legs, forced on him by the blackmailer, he did not feel safe.\n\nHe tried to sleep anyway. He woke up almost every hour, feeling his dick straining against the cage so uncomfortably that it disturbed his slumber. The broken rest made him grumpy when the sun streaked through his window the next morning.\n\nHe quickly pulled on his jeans and made his morning coffee. He sat with his back to the visible camera in the corner as he drank it. He kept fiddling with his crotch, trying to get the cage to be comfortable. But it was steel wrapped around his dick, constantly nestled between his thighs. It took him several minutes to figure out it wasn't even discomfort he was feeling. Just a desire to be free.\n\nThere was something about the impossibility of growing hard that was getting to him. Nothing about the entire situation was arousing to him, yet his body was still responding when he thought about someone standing over him holding the key. He thought about how much he would enjoy taking that key and forcing the chastity cage on someone else in revenge. About reversing the roles and fucking the guy made to wear a cage they had tried to put on Vince.\n\nBut in the middle of imagining how imagining how hot that face would look while being fucked, for just a moment, his mind considered what it'd be like looking up at a dominant keyholder while they fucked him.\n\nHe had to adjust the chastity cage again as it fought against an erection attempt. He had missed cleaning himself in the shower and masturbating in bed. Missing just a single orgasm was already messing with his head.\n\nAfter finishing his coffee, he cleaned his house. The hours ticked by slowly as he did chore after chore. He couldn't relax and he couldn't just sit still. So he cleaned and tidied and tried not to see the cameras in every room of the house.\n\nFinally, after a long gruesome wait, his time was up. He double checked the time, but 24 hours had passed since he had been told to go commando. He immediately put on some boxers.\n\nIt was a world of difference with one more layer of protection between the steel cage and his rough jeans. In contrast to before, it was heaven. Maybe this way he could actually sit down behind his computer and forget about his fate for a few hours.\n\nHis phone buzzed.\n\nHe let out a breath of relief when it started with a `congratulations' instead of admonishment. But his heart froze when he saw the rest.\n\n``It's leg day and you're not skipping.''\n\nThey wanted him to go to the gym?! Like this? He was terrified of people seeing the device through his jeans, let alone his fitness clothes.\n\n``For your second task, do your regular work-out at the gym and take your regular shower there.''\n\nHis jaw dropped. ``No...''\n\nBut as he read the task again, it did not magically change into something else. He couldn't just... just go into those showers with his chastity cage on display. His cheeks with burning just from the thought of it. But there was nobody to plead to. There was no mercy coming from the blackmailer. He would have to do it.\n\nHe could make it work. He'd cover himself with a towel until he got to the shower, and then face the wall. He would wait until hardly anyone was there. And he'd be quick about it. How would the blackmailer even know he had gone through with it? There were no cameras in the showers, just in the changing area. He just needed to be seen walking towards the showers, not arouse any suspicion by the people who were there, and look wet enough when he stepped back out. \n\nHe swallowed. Right.\n\nIt wasn't impossible. Yet the alternative was a prison sentence.\n\nHe quickly changed and left the apartment with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He had to go soon, before the after-work rush started. He should be able to finish his routine just in time. And if anyone got too close, he had his bag to cover his crotch.\n\nHe rushed through the gate by quickly flashing his pass and then made a beeline for his first machine. Despite the circumstances, it felt nice to get into the rhythm of his routine. He lay down and pushed weights away with his legs. Not too fast and not too slow. Forward and back again. He had three sets of twenty repetitions with a minute break between each set.\n\nHe spent the first few staring between his legs. When his shorts pulled taut on his underwear, there was a tiny line visible from the chastity cage. It made him want to put his bag on top of his crotch again, even though that would only invite much closer scrutiny. Instead, with each push, he was subtly looking around for everyone else in the gym to check if they were looking at him.\n\nAs soon as he was done he moved on to an exercise bike instead for his cardio. It was hard to keep up the pace, even harder than the strength exercise, with the night of broken sleep getting to him. And his blood kept trying to flow elsewhere than his muscles. There was guy, Howard, in the corner drawing Vince's attention. They sometimes ran together and carried pleasant conversations. The white horse with silver mane was doing jumping Jacks in the corner and with every movement Vince could see the horse's sizable package, hidden merely by shorts that were too tight, moving up and down.\n\nAny other day, he would be thinking about bending that horse over and pinning him down to keep him still. But now Vince had the cage making him forget what it was like having an erection and his mind could only think about Howard standing over him, spreading his legs and mounting him. Vince had never felt so eager for cock before. \n\nThere was a panther doing squats on the other side of the gym. Vince knew he was in an open relationship and he often liked to flirt. The horse had never taken him up on the offers, but it sounded tempting now to get on his knees and suck him off.\n\nDesperately, Vince looked to Bill. He was one of the gym's trainers, currently showing off the proper techniques to lift weights. The bull had a great deal of muscle and Vince knew exactly what his cock looked like, since he had taken the time to measure it before he had fucked Bill's brains out. He could remember pushing the bull's tense muscles down onto the cold wooden bench of the bar, could remember the look in his eyes as he felt his tailhole stretch to accommodate the horse's large cock, and could remember the sounds of his pleasurable gasps as Vince ravaged him.\n\nNone of that helped. He saw the bull put someone in the proper position for lifting weights, his strong hands running over their body, and he wanted to be handled by Bill the same way.\n\nHe cursed under his breath. What the hell was wrong with him?\n\nBill glanced his way and they locked eyes for just a moment. Was that a smirk on the bull's face? Did he know that the horse was locked? Vince immediately looked away.\n\nThere was only one way that Bill would know from that far away, and that was if he was the blackmailer. But that didn't make any sense. Even though Bill had been a part of one of Vince's games and was vindictive enough to retaliate if he found out the game had been rigged, the bull just didn't have the technological skills to hack the surveillance cameras of the bar. Vince had seen Bill try to pay with his phone and accidentally call his bank instead, on three separate occasions. He was skilled at repair work with a full tool belt and while he could easily and quickly install cameras in someone's home, there was no way he could manage the software to hook up wireless cameras to his computer.\n\nVince had to have imagined it. Vince tried to focus on the bicycle, sipping water and ignoring the very hot men around him.\n\nEvery bit of training he did, he had to explore what movements could hide the cage and which would highlight it. Every time he grew comfortable with having figured out the limits, his muscles complained that he had to move on to the next task.\n\nHe finished his work-out with a run on the treadmills. It was usually the most relaxing part of his day, but now his stomach was filled with lead. He knew as soon as he was done, he would have to hit the showers. He added an extra mile to his target. Then a second. He could feel his heart beating fast in his chest, and his breathing growing harder. He didn't want to stop.\n\nBut his body left him no choice. His stamina had reached its limit.\n\nHe shut off the machine and dawdled. He saw the clock and he knew he didn't have long before the rush would start. He knew it was safest to go as quickly as possible. But his head and heart were protesting having to do this at all. He didn't want to go to a locker room and get naked while wearing a chastity belt, and he refused to feel bad about that reluctance.\n\nThe blackmailer was making him do this. He didn't have a choice.\n\nAnd the sooner he did it, the sooner it would be over with.\n\nHe walked slowly towards the showers, forcing himself to make each step. At his locker, he got as close as he could to privacy as he slipped out of his clothes. He checked around him one more time and then slipped out of his underwear. He immediately put the towel around his waist.\n\nHe waited a long few seconds, but nobody was shouting at him. Nobody had seen. He wished that comforted him. But the worse was still to come.\n\nHe made his way to the showers. There was only a single guy there, a leopard who was soaping up in the far left corner. Vince moved to the far right. He faced the corner as he put his towel on a clip and turned on the faucet. If anyone looked between his legs, they would see the steel chastity cage. His heart was going a thousand beats a minute.\n\nHe soaped up quickly and tried to get it over with. It still wasn't clear exactly how the blackmailer would know whether the horse had gone through with having `a normal shower'. Vince had been able to speculate about it for as long as he had been working out and had figured out a dozen ways to get around the command. And each one came with the risk of getting a text message that he hadn't fulfilled the task completely.\n\nHe was in the shower now and there was nobody who could see him. If he used soap and shampoo and stayed as long as he normally did, it had to be enough. And as long as it was only the Leopard with him, he could do it without being seen.\n\nHe tried to wash himself as he normally did, to remove as much of the sweat as he could. Getting his back was tricky since he couldn't turn around, and his lower legs took work too since he was afraid bending over would reveal the metal around his balls. He bent his knees instead, trying to make the squat seem natural, to wash his legs.\n\nMiracle above miracle, it seemed he was going to finish without anything happening.\n\n``Hey Vince, you were on fire today!''\n\nVince froze. He recognised the voice belonging to Bobby, a brown bear that regularly spotted him while lifting weights. He tried to seem confident as he did a half-turn and gave him a thumbs-up. ``Thanks.''\n\n``I don't know where you get that stamina from.'' He continued, tossing off his towel and taking the shower next to the horse. Vince angled away from him as he shut off the water.\n\n``Yeah.'' Another voice. That was Howard, stepping up on Vince's other side. They were pincering him. ``What kind of proteins are you buffing up with?''\n\nVince didn't know which way to turn. He didn't know how to reach for a towel without exposing himself.\n\nAnd then he ran out of time.\n\n``You've got something... wait... what the hell is that thing?'' Bobby asked.\n\nWhich made Howard look. ``Is that... metal around your dick?''\n\nBobby let out a laugh. ``Oh my god. Are you wearing a chastity cage?''\n\n``Shut up.'' Vince let out between his lips. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his hips, too late to figure out a more subtle way to cover himself up.\n\n``Did you get tired swinging that big dick around?''\n\n``Who the hell got you wearing a chastity cage?'' Howard laughed.\n\nAnd Vince found it hard to breathe. There were only three people in the shower, but more were showing up. In his head, they were all wearing high school jerseys. ``Stop it.''\n\n``You're the one wearing that thing in public. You wanted to be seen, huh?'' Howard reached down to fondle himself. ``Unorthodox way to flirt, but I'll take it.''\n\n``I hear the chaste guys give the best head. Is that true?'' Bobby asked.\n\nVince's heart stopped. He couldn't see the bear. He could only see jocks surrounding him and refusing to give him his clothes back as they all laughed at him. Showering in high school had been a nightmare before puberty had transformed him.\n\nWhy don't you suck me off, Vinny? You're basically a girl with a dick so small.\n\nVince almost slipped as he ran out of the showers. He needed to get out. He tried to make it to his locker, but more people had been drawn to the commotion. Some had heard and were staring at Vince's towel, imagining what was going on underneath. Vince felt like there was no oxygen in the room and he was about to pass out.\n\n``Give him some space!'' Came a thundering voice. It was Bill, pushing everyone away from the horse. ``Come with me. I have a private office.''\n\nVince let himself be led with relief away from the people. They moved from the locker room through a door with clouded window and into a small room with a desk. There was a chair that Vince could collapse in, making sure the towel still covered him as he regained his balance. \n\nHe wasn't that little colt anymore who had tried so hard to fit in. He had grown up and earned respect from people around him by becoming a star on the track field, until he had been the cock of the walk. His life of weakness was far behind him. And even if... even if there were some similarities with the situation now as it had been then, it wasn't the same. This time he knew it was temporary.\n\nAfter this, eight more tasks and he would have his big dick back. And until then he would just... just...\n\nGod, he would have to talk with people about this. All of his sports buddies now knew, and it would spread. And maybe even people at the bar would know.\n\n``Have some water.'' Bill said, handing over a small paper cup. ``Take deep breaths.''\n\nVince drank it down gratefully. His body was still shaking. But with every breath he was getting back some order.\n\n``Are you okay?''\n\nThere was so much to unpack in that sentence. Of course he wasn't. He hadn't been this humiliated in years. It was all because of the blackmailer who had forced him into chastity and into public. Vince was in a vice grip between the most horrifyingly humiliating tasks, or literal prison. He wasn't even sure if his task had counted as completed. He thought he had finished showering, but whether it would count for the blackmailer was a different question.\n\nOf course he was not okay.\n\n``I'm starting to feel better.'' Vince said, because he couldn't unload any of that.\n\n``They shouldn't have crowded you like that.'' Bill said. ``Though it was understandable with you flaunting your new kink to all these people.''\n\nVince flushed bright red. ``That's not... I wasn't...''\n\n``And here I was thinking you were a top.''\n\n``I am.'' Vince said, too quickly. Too defensively.\n\nBill stared between the horse's legs, at the towel that was the horse's only protection. ``Why's a top wearing a chastity cage?''\n\nVince couldn't tell the truth. ``I guess... I'm trying something new.''\n\n``In a public shower?''\n\n``Yeah.'' Vince swallowed, grasping for an excuse. ``It's not like I... not like I wanted people to see. But... I guess... the whole point of... of th-the cage... is to keep it on for longer periods. I didn't want anyone to see it. I didn't. I just...''\n\n``You wanted to experience the danger somebody might.''\n\nNo. Vince grit his teeth. ``Yeah.''\n\n``We all get that way sometimes, letting our fantasies get the best of us. But there are much better places to experiment with your new kinks than my locker room.''\n\n``I understand.''\n\n``For instance, my private office.''\n\nWh-what?\n\n``That towel is gym property. Give it back.''\n\n``I... I don't...''\n\n``Tops wouldn't do that?'' Bill said. ``If you're trying something new, I'll help with that. Be a good horse and listen.''\n\nVince shook his head.\n\n``Aren't you experimenting with being a sub?''\n\n``I am.'' Vince said. Because the only alternative was to explain about the blackmail.\n\n``Then don't be such a pussy. You wanted to risk getting caught, knowing you might get punished. But just because I have to punish you, doesn't mean we can't both enjoy it. Give me the towel.''\n\nVince very carefully grabbed the towel and handed it over. He kept one hand over the cage to preserve his dignity.\n\n``Paws away.''\n\nVince shook his head.\n\n``You either expose yourself willingly now to me, or I will force you to expose yourself to the whole locker room. I'll pin your arms behind your back and let them all take as close a look as they want. You'll either obey me, or you'll learn the consequences of rebellion.''\n\nVince gaped. He had never seen the bull like this before.\n\n``I'm confused. Is this not what you wanted? Don't you want a dom taking charge of you?''\n\n``Y-yeah.'' Vince had no choice. His hands were shaking as he moved them away, trying not to cross his legs or be anything other than a nervous sub showing himself. His steel cage was on full display, and Bill eyed it with interest. ``Like this, sir?''\n\n``You don't look so tough without that big cock doing all the thinking for you. Is that why you wanted to put on the cage? Give yourself a moment's peace from all that `big dick energy' you keep extruding?''\n\n``I don't know...''\n\n``You want to walk out of here without talking to anyone. You could do that if you had your clothes here to get dressed. And I'll get them for you. If you beg for them like a submissive bitch.''\n\nVince's eyes widened. ``Wh-what?''\n\n``Get on your knees and beg for it. I don't care that you're a horse. I want to see you play the part of the puppy.''\n\n``You can't be serious.''\n\nBut Bill's face showed how serious he was.\n\nVince could not believe he was about to obey. But he had told Bill that he was trying out being more submissive and that left him little choice. He tried to put on a mask, to pretend to be like all those bottoms he had put in their place over the years. He remembered vividly how they would blush and delight at every command, desperate for the slightest touch.\n\n``Y-yes, sir.'' Vince said as he got out of the chair and on his knees, raising his paws to his chest. He had to look up to see Bill's face. ``Please give me my clothes.''\n\n``Don't you like showing off that cage?''\n\nOf course not. But Vince was wearing a mask. And a sub would say... ``Only to you, sir.''\n\nVince swallowed. His breathing deepened as he felt a warmth spreading within him. He imagined being someone who really chose to wear the cage, who would enjoy being put to their knees. Someone who was pliable to such degradation. And it was scary how easy it was to imagine, and how easy it was to act exactly like that. His heart should be aching from being forced into this position.\n\nInstead, his cage was.\n\n``I'm not convinced yet you're desperate for your clothes.'' Bill said.\n\n``I am, sir. Please.''\n\n``Show me.'' Bill turned around, rummaging through a bag. He pulled out a jockstrap, which looked damp from sweat. He tossed it over. ``Smell this.''\n\nVince caught it in the air, and he could already smell it while it was in his hand. It was strong with Bill's scent and was warm to the touch. Bill must have been wearing this during all of his workout. Vince wanted to throw it away from him. But he was at Bill's mercy. And so he brought it to his nose and sniffed.\n\nHe was no dog, but that did not mean he wasn't assaulted by the scent. That he wasn't overpowered by Bill's musk that so characteristically belonged to the bull, even if Vince had never smelled it with that intensity. He could smell the rich scent of cock on that strap, of pre and excitement. Stored up hormones from every gay guy that passed by and gave Bill a leaking erection. Something that Vince usually had trouble with as well. Which just reminded Vince once more how his own cock was caged, while Bill's had been free to stiffen.\n\n``Like that, mutt?''\n\n``Y-yes sir.''\n\n``Then lick it.''\n\nVince's tongue went out to obey before his head had fully caught on what would happen. He tasted the salt as fabric hit his senses, and some of the pre that he had smelled. He went in for a second lick without prompting.\n\n``If you're going to worship that jockstrap so much, I'll be kind enough to let you wear it.''\n\nVince froze, swallowing as he took the underwear away from his face. It would cover him up. That was the important bit.\n\nHe tried not to think about the scent and the warmth as he stepped into the garment and brought it up to cover up his cage. \n\n``I'll go grab your clothes.''\n\nIt was damp with sweat, but not cold. Not uncomfortable. He reached down to touch it and it his fingers hit the plastic cover. The extra protection in the jockstrap made it look like he had nothing between his legs, and he could kick himself for not realising sooner this would be good camouflage. If he kept wearing this, it would hide his cage when he went out. It took him an embarrassingly long few seconds extra to realise he could buy another jockstrap and wouldn't have to wear this one.\n\nHe wanted to keep wearing this one.\n\nWhat was wrong with him?\n\nBill returned and put his clothes on his desk. He took the extra step of grabbing Vince's underwear and holding it away from him. ``I'll keep a hold on this as collateral. I see how desperate you are to wear that jockstrap home. If I don't keep anything of yours, I doubt I'll ever get it back.''\n\nVince's cheeks burned as he reached for his clothes and put them on. He wasn't the kind of person to like being degraded like this. Why the hell was he feeling his cage throb against the jockstrap's cup?\n\nHe rushed out of the office.\n\n``Vince!'' Howard called him over. ``Didn't mean to freak you out before. Do you...''\n\nVince made a dash to the exit and then just kept walking. He didn't want to talk to anyone who knew about the cage he was wearing, or might suspect he was wearing a jockstrap now to further his humiliation.\n\nHe just wanted to get home.\n\nHis phone buzzed, and Vince was almost too afraid to look.\n\nHe hadn't finished his shower, technically. He had one of the worst experiences in his life, and there was a good chance the blackmailer had just messaged him to tell him it would be even worse. Vince wanted to pretend that none of this was happening.\n\nBut he couldn't afford to ignore the blackmailer.\n\nVince swallowed, checking his phone screen. There wasn't text at all. The blackmailer had sent a picture.\n\nIt was of him, on his knees, in front of the bull, begging like a dog. A still from the security footage that the blackmailer had somehow gotten access to. Just like Vince had suspected, it wasn't just Vince's bar that they could hack.\n\n``It's a good look for you.'' A new message read. ``You've successfully completed task two.''\n\nVince had avoided the worse outcome. He hadn't failed his task, hadn't had his secrets leaked to the police. He had accomplished what he had set out to do.\n\nSomehow, he didn't feel accomplished.\n\n[b]To be continued[/b]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Measure of a Man

Chapter 2: Do as I say

Vince tugged on the steel circle around his balls. It was to no avail. The padlock had clicked shut and no part of the chastity cage was budging anymore. It was secure around his sheath.

His phone buzzed. No doubt to rub salt into his wounds.

``You should go back to work before you're missed.''

Vince blinked. Right. He had a shift. He didn't feel right going back to work after being forced into a medieval device to ensure chasteness. It would be impossible to concentrate. Yet he also couldn't miss a night's pay.

He pulled up his pants.

``Leave the underwear at home.''

Vince swallowed as he stared at the message. He couldn't just... could he?

``For your first task, you shall go commando for 24 hours.''

The horse shook his head. No. He couldn't do that. He couldn't just walk outside without underwear on. That was indecent. And everyone... everyone would be fine. Because nobody could actually tell what someone else wore under their pants.

Vince did as told, slipping off his boxers before putting on his jeans again. He could feel the fabric on his naked ass, and his balls being pressed against the steel chastity cage with nothing more to cover up this new shame. He ran his fingers over his jeans, where he would normally feel his cock. He now only felt hard metal. If anyone brushed against them, would they mistake the metal for arousal? Or would they immediately know what someone had done to him?

There were no new messages. Vince took a deep breath. Ten tasks and then he was going to be free.

He went out of his apartment and walked back to work. With every step he could feel the presence of his new prison. He was sure he was walking differently from normal, and that everyone was staring at him. He couldn't help but increase his pace. He kept his eyes in front of him. He just had to get to work. Just had to survive the distance.

By the time he got to his workplace, he was panting. He rushed behind the bar where the view of his lower body would be blocked.

``Bout time you got back! You're cleaning the gunk from behind the freezer.''

I groaned. That was the worst job. ``It's your turn.''

``And I would've done it if you hadn't skipped on an hour of prep.''

Vince rubbed his head. Jack was in a mood, which meant Vince would not be able to hide out behind the bar the whole time. This was going to be a long shift.

~*~

``I can definitely do a stiff martini for you.'' Vince said.

``I'm sure that's not the only thing stiff about you.'' The hyena smirked, glancing between Vince's legs.

Any other night he would be flirting back. Now he pressed his body firm to the counter before the Hyena could see how impossible it was for his body to respond as it should. ``Were you interested in any other cocktails?''

``Pfff, you're no fun.'' The hyena got his drink and then staggered off to try his luck elsewhere.

Vince tried not to let it bother him. But in his head he kept thinking that the hyena had seen through him. That he had somehow noticed that Vince had been stripped of his masculinity and forced into this humiliation.

``Vince!'' His boss yelled.

The horse froze as he turned to look.

``I need more ice.''

Vince could breathe again, nodding as he stepped away to refill their ice bucket. Vince liked his boss. The guy had saved Vince when nobody else would hire him, and Vince had repaid him by being a loyal employee for years. Yeah, he took a little extra money when he was tight on rent, but he also worked extra shifts whenever he was asked and brought more gay guys in than any other employee at the bar by looking the way he did.

The idea of the blackmailer sharing the footage of him taking liberties was mortifying. This job was the only thing he had in this life. He didn't know what he would do without it.

His eyes scanned the crowds. Every once in a while someone looked at him, which made Vince feel like he was being watched. Was it the blackmailer? But then a few minutes later they would go up to the bar to order their drink and go back to ignoring him.

And Vince would be alone again, fixating on how strange it felt not to be wearing underwear. Whenever he moved he felt his jeans caress his ass, like he was being groped. He felt so naked that he regularly had to bring his fingers to his hips to remind himself that he was covered up.

He had been sipping at beer to steady his nerves, which turned out to be a mistake when he realised he needed to pee and he couldn't use the bathroom at the bar. He had no idea what it would be like to pee without getting his dick out of his sheath, but he couldn't imagine it would be pretty. And if anything went wrong, he wouldn't be able to explain why he'd sprayed urine over the bathroom floor and his own clothes.

He had to lay off the alcohol, leaving nothing to blunt the full experience of his night of exposure.

When it was time to close, he begged to be let off early. He went into the locker room before anyone else, just in time to see his coworker Justin orgasm. The fox was on their shared bench, knotted vulpine cock throbbing and shooting out come over his chest. He was by himself, but he had his knees raised, giving a view of his tailhole and crimson cheeks; the results of a full night on the bar's spanking bench.

It was hardly the first time Vince had walked in on a coworker having sex or masturbating. It was the first time walking in on someone when he was locked in a chastity cage that prevented him from doing anything similar. He skipped all the pleasantries, his bladder urging him to hurry.

He ran home as fast as he could, fearing he would wet himself in public if he didn't get home fast enough.

He finally made it, only to have the blinking red light of the camera on him. He rushed to the bathroom, and just as he had feared there was a camera there too. He had been humiliated enough. He didn't want the blackmailer to see this too. It was a huge relief to see that the camera was pointed at the shower and not at the toilet.

He stood under the camera to throw off his clothes out of view, and then rushed to the toilet. He sat down and let go. And there was no powerful spray that went every which way. There was simply a dribble that made its way out of the chastity cage's metal slots and ran down his balls. Despite being on the toilet, despite having removed all of his clothes, he was in fact wetting himself.

Thanks to the cage, he couldn't even use the toilet normally.

After he was done relieving himself, he had to step into the shower to rinse off. He wanted to feel clean again. He spared one look at the camera and took a steady breath to calm himself. The blackmailer had already seen his naked body when Vince had put the chastity cage on. They would've seen more if they had access to the footage of the bar. He shouldn't be feeling embarrassed.

Yet he still kept his back to the camera as he went to the shower. The warm water felt great on his body and it was almost enough to make him forget the whole day. But every time he got between his legs to clean himself, he could feel the steel of the cage in the way. He whined. His favourite part of a shower was coaxing out his dick and taking his good time cleaning it. For the first time since he had put the cage on, he could feel a building erection aching to be released and restrained by the strength of the chastity device.

It wasn't anything like when he `d been putting it on and his body accepted its new reality. His cock wanted to grow and the cage wouldn't let it. It kept trying in waves, which rippled through Vince in a mixture of discomfort, ache, and excitement. It was as if with his dick unable to get hard, it was spreading sensitivity and desire through the rest of his body. And it felt like it would keep going for as long as Vince was in the shower and his cock thought it should be getting pleasured.

``Fuck.'' Vince turned off the water. Cold air hit him, which finally seemed to shut off the engine in his loins. He took a few moments to collect himself, and then reached for a towel to dry off, frustrated and unspent.

After he was dry, he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers. He froze as soon as he touched them. He was supposed to go commando. He was used to sleeping in his underwear. He would have to stay naked for the night.

He wrapped the towel around his waist to preserve his dignity as he moved through the camera's visible area to get under the covers. Only then did he remove the towel. He threw it across the room and hid himself under the blankets. Maybe that way he could feel like there weren't three different cameras set up in this room watching his every move.

The blackmailer had gone into his house to do all this, never leaving a trace of broken locks. Vince had put a chair in front of his front door to block it, and another chair against his bedroom door, but it did not feel like enough. As he turned around on the bed and felt the steel cage between his legs, forced on him by the blackmailer, he did not feel safe.

He tried to sleep anyway. He woke up almost every hour, feeling his dick straining against the cage so uncomfortably that it disturbed his slumber. The broken rest made him grumpy when the sun streaked through his window the next morning.

He quickly pulled on his jeans and made his morning coffee. He sat with his back to the visible camera in the corner as he drank it. He kept fiddling with his crotch, trying to get the cage to be comfortable. But it was steel wrapped around his dick, constantly nestled between his thighs. It took him several minutes to figure out it wasn't even discomfort he was feeling. Just a desire to be free.

There was something about the impossibility of growing hard that was getting to him. Nothing about the entire situation was arousing to him, yet his body was still responding when he thought about someone standing over him holding the key. He thought about how much he would enjoy taking that key and forcing the chastity cage on someone else in revenge. About reversing the roles and fucking the guy made to wear a cage they had tried to put on Vince.

But in the middle of imagining how imagining how hot that face would look while being fucked, for just a moment, his mind considered what it'd be like looking up at a dominant keyholder while they fucked him.

He had to adjust the chastity cage again as it fought against an erection attempt. He had missed cleaning himself in the shower and masturbating in bed. Missing just a single orgasm was already messing with his head.

After finishing his coffee, he cleaned his house. The hours ticked by slowly as he did chore after chore. He couldn't relax and he couldn't just sit still. So he cleaned and tidied and tried not to see the cameras in every room of the house.

Finally, after a long gruesome wait, his time was up. He double checked the time, but 24 hours had passed since he had been told to go commando. He immediately put on some boxers.

It was a world of difference with one more layer of protection between the steel cage and his rough jeans. In contrast to before, it was heaven. Maybe this way he could actually sit down behind his computer and forget about his fate for a few hours.

His phone buzzed.

He let out a breath of relief when it started with a `congratulations' instead of admonishment. But his heart froze when he saw the rest.

``It's leg day and you're not skipping.''

They wanted him to go to the gym?! Like this? He was terrified of people seeing the device through his jeans, let alone his fitness clothes.

``For your second task, do your regular work-out at the gym and take your regular shower there.''

His jaw dropped. ``No...''

But as he read the task again, it did not magically change into something else. He couldn't just... just go into those showers with his chastity cage on display. His cheeks with burning just from the thought of it. But there was nobody to plead to. There was no mercy coming from the blackmailer. He would have to do it.

He could make it work. He'd cover himself with a towel until he got to the shower, and then face the wall. He would wait until hardly anyone was there. And he'd be quick about it. How would the blackmailer even know he had gone through with it? There were no cameras in the showers, just in the changing area. He just needed to be seen walking towards the showers, not arouse any suspicion by the people who were there, and look wet enough when he stepped back out.

He swallowed. Right.

It wasn't impossible. Yet the alternative was a prison sentence.

He quickly changed and left the apartment with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He had to go soon, before the after-work rush started. He should be able to finish his routine just in time. And if anyone got too close, he had his bag to cover his crotch.

He rushed through the gate by quickly flashing his pass and then made a beeline for his first machine. Despite the circumstances, it felt nice to get into the rhythm of his routine. He lay down and pushed weights away with his legs. Not too fast and not too slow. Forward and back again. He had three sets of twenty repetitions with a minute break between each set.

He spent the first few staring between his legs. When his shorts pulled taut on his underwear, there was a tiny line visible from the chastity cage. It made him want to put his bag on top of his crotch again, even though that would only invite much closer scrutiny. Instead, with each push, he was subtly looking around for everyone else in the gym to check if they were looking at him.

As soon as he was done he moved on to an exercise bike instead for his cardio. It was hard to keep up the pace, even harder than the strength exercise, with the night of broken sleep getting to him. And his blood kept trying to flow elsewhere than his muscles. There was guy, Howard, in the corner drawing Vince's attention. They sometimes ran together and carried pleasant conversations. The white horse with silver mane was doing jumping Jacks in the corner and with every movement Vince could see the horse's sizable package, hidden merely by shorts that were too tight, moving up and down.

Any other day, he would be thinking about bending that horse over and pinning him down to keep him still. But now Vince had the cage making him forget what it was like having an erection and his mind could only think about Howard standing over him, spreading his legs and mounting him. Vince had never felt so eager for cock before.

There was a panther doing squats on the other side of the gym. Vince knew he was in an open relationship and he often liked to flirt. The horse had never taken him up on the offers, but it sounded tempting now to get on his knees and suck him off.

Desperately, Vince looked to Bill. He was one of the gym's trainers, currently showing off the proper techniques to lift weights. The bull had a great deal of muscle and Vince knew exactly what his cock looked like, since he had taken the time to measure it before he had fucked Bill's brains out. He could remember pushing the bull's tense muscles down onto the cold wooden bench of the bar, could remember the look in his eyes as he felt his tailhole stretch to accommodate the horse's large cock, and could remember the sounds of his pleasurable gasps as Vince ravaged him.

None of that helped. He saw the bull put someone in the proper position for lifting weights, his strong hands running over their body, and he wanted to be handled by Bill the same way.

He cursed under his breath. What the hell was wrong with him?

Bill glanced his way and they locked eyes for just a moment. Was that a smirk on the bull's face? Did he know that the horse was locked? Vince immediately looked away.

There was only one way that Bill would know from that far away, and that was if he was the blackmailer. But that didn't make any sense. Even though Bill had been a part of one of Vince's games and was vindictive enough to retaliate if he found out the game had been rigged, the bull just didn't have the technological skills to hack the surveillance cameras of the bar. Vince had seen Bill try to pay with his phone and accidentally call his bank instead, on three separate occasions. He was skilled at repair work with a full tool belt and while he could easily and quickly install cameras in someone's home, there was no way he could manage the software to hook up wireless cameras to his computer.

Vince had to have imagined it. Vince tried to focus on the bicycle, sipping water and ignoring the very hot men around him.

Every bit of training he did, he had to explore what movements could hide the cage and which would highlight it. Every time he grew comfortable with having figured out the limits, his muscles complained that he had to move on to the next task.

He finished his work-out with a run on the treadmills. It was usually the most relaxing part of his day, but now his stomach was filled with lead. He knew as soon as he was done, he would have to hit the showers. He added an extra mile to his target. Then a second. He could feel his heart beating fast in his chest, and his breathing growing harder. He didn't want to stop.

But his body left him no choice. His stamina had reached its limit.

He shut off the machine and dawdled. He saw the clock and he knew he didn't have long before the rush would start. He knew it was safest to go as quickly as possible. But his head and heart were protesting having to do this at all. He didn't want to go to a locker room and get naked while wearing a chastity belt, and he refused to feel bad about that reluctance.

The blackmailer was making him do this. He didn't have a choice.

And the sooner he did it, the sooner it would be over with.

He walked slowly towards the showers, forcing himself to make each step. At his locker, he got as close as he could to privacy as he slipped out of his clothes. He checked around him one more time and then slipped out of his underwear. He immediately put the towel around his waist.

He waited a long few seconds, but nobody was shouting at him. Nobody had seen. He wished that comforted him. But the worse was still to come.

He made his way to the showers. There was only a single guy there, a leopard who was soaping up in the far left corner. Vince moved to the far right. He faced the corner as he put his towel on a clip and turned on the faucet. If anyone looked between his legs, they would see the steel chastity cage. His heart was going a thousand beats a minute.

He soaped up quickly and tried to get it over with. It still wasn't clear exactly how the blackmailer would know whether the horse had gone through with having `a normal shower'. Vince had been able to speculate about it for as long as he had been working out and had figured out a dozen ways to get around the command. And each one came with the risk of getting a text message that he hadn't fulfilled the task completely.

He was in the shower now and there was nobody who could see him. If he used soap and shampoo and stayed as long as he normally did, it had to be enough. And as long as it was only the Leopard with him, he could do it without being seen.

He tried to wash himself as he normally did, to remove as much of the sweat as he could. Getting his back was tricky since he couldn't turn around, and his lower legs took work too since he was afraid bending over would reveal the metal around his balls. He bent his knees instead, trying to make the squat seem natural, to wash his legs.

Miracle above miracle, it seemed he was going to finish without anything happening.

``Hey Vince, you were on fire today!''

Vince froze. He recognised the voice belonging to Bobby, a brown bear that regularly spotted him while lifting weights. He tried to seem confident as he did a half-turn and gave him a thumbs-up. ``Thanks.''

``I don't know where you get that stamina from.'' He continued, tossing off his towel and taking the shower next to the horse. Vince angled away from him as he shut off the water.

``Yeah.'' Another voice. That was Howard, stepping up on Vince's other side. They were pincering him. ``What kind of proteins are you buffing up with?''

Vince didn't know which way to turn. He didn't know how to reach for a towel without exposing himself.

And then he ran out of time.

``You've got something... wait... what the hell is that thing?'' Bobby asked.

Which made Howard look. ``Is that... metal around your dick?''

Bobby let out a laugh. ``Oh my god. Are you wearing a chastity cage?''

``Shut up.'' Vince let out between his lips. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his hips, too late to figure out a more subtle way to cover himself up.

``Did you get tired swinging that big dick around?''

``Who the hell got you wearing a chastity cage?'' Howard laughed.

And Vince found it hard to breathe. There were only three people in the shower, but more were showing up. In his head, they were all wearing high school jerseys. ``Stop it.''

``You're the one wearing that thing in public. You wanted to be seen, huh?'' Howard reached down to fondle himself. ``Unorthodox way to flirt, but I'll take it.''

``I hear the chaste guys give the best head. Is that true?'' Bobby asked.

Vince's heart stopped. He couldn't see the bear. He could only see jocks surrounding him and refusing to give him his clothes back as they all laughed at him. Showering in high school had been a nightmare before puberty had transformed him.

Why don't you suck me off, Vinny? You're basically a girl with a dick so small.

Vince almost slipped as he ran out of the showers. He needed to get out. He tried to make it to his locker, but more people had been drawn to the commotion. Some had heard and were staring at Vince's towel, imagining what was going on underneath. Vince felt like there was no oxygen in the room and he was about to pass out.

``Give him some space!'' Came a thundering voice. It was Bill, pushing everyone away from the horse. ``Come with me. I have a private office.''

Vince let himself be led with relief away from the people. They moved from the locker room through a door with clouded window and into a small room with a desk. There was a chair that Vince could collapse in, making sure the towel still covered him as he regained his balance.

He wasn't that little colt anymore who had tried so hard to fit in. He had grown up and earned respect from people around him by becoming a star on the track field, until he had been the cock of the walk. His life of weakness was far behind him. And even if... even if there were some similarities with the situation now as it had been then, it wasn't the same. This time he knew it was temporary.

After this, eight more tasks and he would have his big dick back. And until then he would just... just...

God, he would have to talk with people about this. All of his sports buddies now knew, and it would spread. And maybe even people at the bar would know.

``Have some water.'' Bill said, handing over a small paper cup. ``Take deep breaths.''

Vince drank it down gratefully. His body was still shaking. But with every breath he was getting back some order.

``Are you okay?''

There was so much to unpack in that sentence. Of course he wasn't. He hadn't been this humiliated in years. It was all because of the blackmailer who had forced him into chastity and into public. Vince was in a vice grip between the most horrifyingly humiliating tasks, or literal prison. He wasn't even sure if his task had counted as completed. He thought he had finished showering, but whether it would count for the blackmailer was a different question.

Of course he was not okay.

``I'm starting to feel better.'' Vince said, because he couldn't unload any of that.

``They shouldn't have crowded you like that.'' Bill said. ``Though it was understandable with you flaunting your new kink to all these people.''

Vince flushed bright red. ``That's not... I wasn't...''

``And here I was thinking you were a top.''

``I am.'' Vince said, too quickly. Too defensively.

Bill stared between the horse's legs, at the towel that was the horse's only protection. ``Why's a top wearing a chastity cage?''

Vince couldn't tell the truth. ``I guess... I'm trying something new.''

``In a public shower?''

``Yeah.'' Vince swallowed, grasping for an excuse. ``It's not like I... not like I wanted people to see. But... I guess... the whole point of... of th-the cage... is to keep it on for longer periods. I didn't want anyone to see it. I didn't. I just...''

``You wanted to experience the danger somebody might.''

No. Vince grit his teeth. ``Yeah.''

``We all get that way sometimes, letting our fantasies get the best of us. But there are much better places to experiment with your new kinks than my locker room.''

``I understand.''

``For instance, my private office.''

Wh-what?

``That towel is gym property. Give it back.''

``I... I don't...''

``Tops wouldn't do that?'' Bill said. ``If you're trying something new, I'll help with that. Be a good horse and listen.''

Vince shook his head.

``Aren't you experimenting with being a sub?''

``I am.'' Vince said. Because the only alternative was to explain about the blackmail.

``Then don't be such a pussy. You wanted to risk getting caught, knowing you might get punished. But just because I have to punish you, doesn't mean we can't both enjoy it. Give me the towel.''

Vince very carefully grabbed the towel and handed it over. He kept one hand over the cage to preserve his dignity.

``Paws away.''

Vince shook his head.

``You either expose yourself willingly now to me, or I will force you to expose yourself to the whole locker room. I'll pin your arms behind your back and let them all take as close a look as they want. You'll either obey me, or you'll learn the consequences of rebellion.''

Vince gaped. He had never seen the bull like this before.

``I'm confused. Is this not what you wanted? Don't you want a dom taking charge of you?''

``Y-yeah.'' Vince had no choice. His hands were shaking as he moved them away, trying not to cross his legs or be anything other than a nervous sub showing himself. His steel cage was on full display, and Bill eyed it with interest. ``Like this, sir?''

``You don't look so tough without that big cock doing all the thinking for you. Is that why you wanted to put on the cage? Give yourself a moment's peace from all that `big dick energy' you keep extruding?''

``I don't know...''

``You want to walk out of here without talking to anyone. You could do that if you had your clothes here to get dressed. And I'll get them for you. If you beg for them like a submissive bitch.''

Vince's eyes widened. ``Wh-what?''

``Get on your knees and beg for it. I don't care that you're a horse. I want to see you play the part of the puppy.''

``You can't be serious.''

But Bill's face showed how serious he was.

Vince could not believe he was about to obey. But he had told Bill that he was trying out being more submissive and that left him little choice. He tried to put on a mask, to pretend to be like all those bottoms he had put in their place over the years. He remembered vividly how they would blush and delight at every command, desperate for the slightest touch.

``Y-yes, sir.'' Vince said as he got out of the chair and on his knees, raising his paws to his chest. He had to look up to see Bill's face. ``Please give me my clothes.''

``Don't you like showing off that cage?''

Of course not. But Vince was wearing a mask. And a sub would say... ``Only to you, sir.''

Vince swallowed. His breathing deepened as he felt a warmth spreading within him. He imagined being someone who really chose to wear the cage, who would enjoy being put to their knees. Someone who was pliable to such degradation. And it was scary how easy it was to imagine, and how easy it was to act exactly like that. His heart should be aching from being forced into this position.

Instead, his cage was.

``I'm not convinced yet you're desperate for your clothes.'' Bill said.

``I am, sir. Please.''

``Show me.'' Bill turned around, rummaging through a bag. He pulled out a jockstrap, which looked damp from sweat. He tossed it over. ``Smell this.''

Vince caught it in the air, and he could already smell it while it was in his hand. It was strong with Bill's scent and was warm to the touch. Bill must have been wearing this during all of his workout. Vince wanted to throw it away from him. But he was at Bill's mercy. And so he brought it to his nose and sniffed.

He was no dog, but that did not mean he wasn't assaulted by the scent. That he wasn't overpowered by Bill's musk that so characteristically belonged to the bull, even if Vince had never smelled it with that intensity. He could smell the rich scent of cock on that strap, of pre and excitement. Stored up hormones from every gay guy that passed by and gave Bill a leaking erection. Something that Vince usually had trouble with as well. Which just reminded Vince once more how his own cock was caged, while Bill's had been free to stiffen.

``Like that, mutt?''

``Y-yes sir.''

``Then lick it.''

Vince's tongue went out to obey before his head had fully caught on what would happen. He tasted the salt as fabric hit his senses, and some of the pre that he had smelled. He went in for a second lick without prompting.

``If you're going to worship that jockstrap so much, I'll be kind enough to let you wear it.''

Vince froze, swallowing as he took the underwear away from his face. It would cover him up. That was the important bit.

He tried not to think about the scent and the warmth as he stepped into the garment and brought it up to cover up his cage.

``I'll go grab your clothes.''

It was damp with sweat, but not cold. Not uncomfortable. He reached down to touch it and it his fingers hit the plastic cover. The extra protection in the jockstrap made it look like he had nothing between his legs, and he could kick himself for not realising sooner this would be good camouflage. If he kept wearing this, it would hide his cage when he went out. It took him an embarrassingly long few seconds extra to realise he could buy another jockstrap and wouldn't have to wear this one.

He wanted to keep wearing this one.

What was wrong with him?

Bill returned and put his clothes on his desk. He took the extra step of grabbing Vince's underwear and holding it away from him. ``I'll keep a hold on this as collateral. I see how desperate you are to wear that jockstrap home. If I don't keep anything of yours, I doubt I'll ever get it back.''

Vince's cheeks burned as he reached for his clothes and put them on. He wasn't the kind of person to like being degraded like this. Why the hell was he feeling his cage throb against the jockstrap's cup?

He rushed out of the office.

``Vince!'' Howard called him over. ``Didn't mean to freak you out before. Do you...''

Vince made a dash to the exit and then just kept walking. He didn't want to talk to anyone who knew about the cage he was wearing, or might suspect he was wearing a jockstrap now to further his humiliation.

He just wanted to get home.

His phone buzzed, and Vince was almost too afraid to look.

He hadn't finished his shower, technically. He had one of the worst experiences in his life, and there was a good chance the blackmailer had just messaged him to tell him it would be even worse. Vince wanted to pretend that none of this was happening.

But he couldn't afford to ignore the blackmailer.

Vince swallowed, checking his phone screen. There wasn't text at all. The blackmailer had sent a picture.

It was of him, on his knees, in front of the bull, begging like a dog. A still from the security footage that the blackmailer had somehow gotten access to. Just like Vince had suspected, it wasn't just Vince's bar that they could hack.

``It's a good look for you.'' A new message read. ``You've successfully completed task two.''

Vince had avoided the worse outcome. He hadn't failed his task, hadn't had his secrets leaked to the police. He had accomplished what he had set out to do.

Somehow, he didn't feel accomplished.

To be continued

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