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He’s put in the same compromising position he’s tricked others into.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Vince is still reeling from being discovered wearing chastity at his gym, when he’s given more humiliating tasks. He’s put in the same compromising position he’s tricked others into.", "writing": "[b]The Measure of a Man\n\nChapter 3: Or else[/b]\n\nWhen Vince got home, he immediately made his way to the bathroom. He undressed in his hidden corner, taking off the jockstrap that the bull had forced him to wear and jumping under the shower. At the gym he had been cleaning himself as quickly as possible hoping nobody would see the chastity cage around his dick. He might still have thought that quick rinse was enough if he hadn't been forced to wear the jockstrap. He needed to be fully clean again.\n\nThe warm water washed over him and helped him put all those feelings behind him. He took his time soaping up, this time without having to worry about a gym buddy finding out his secret. The only one watching him now was the blackmailer, through the camera in the bathroom that was pointing at the shower stall. And he would already know that Vince was wearing chastity. It was his order, after all.\n\nVince hated the situation he was in. He hated how much the horniness from pent-up frustration was messing with his head. He hated how he had to pretend to be a sub to explain away the chastity belt. He hated how easy it was to slip into the role to the point where it made him doubt himself.\n\nIt wasn't even that the situation was unfair. Vince already knew that life was deeply unfair. He just thought he was in a point of his life that he'd gotten a handle on the ways life could suck enough that he could prepare for it and force the world into working with him.\n\nIt wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to come out of nowhere and unravel him to his core. That was something Vince did to the naive guppies in the world. Not something the world should still be capable of doing to him.\n\nHe felt his loins stir, wanting his attention. When he was reaching down without thinking, there was just a moment where he felt like his old self, free and in perfect control. And that all stopped when he felt the relentless metal prison that would not budge for him. \n\nHis wave of arousal dispersed, filling him with heat. He wrapped his hand around air, where his erect cock should be, and then humped. He pretended that the cage was not there. He trie to remember how good it felt it to masturbate, like if he thought hard enough he could summon that pleasure through the metal confines. It was frustrating and aimless and didn't accomplish anything.\n\nYet it was all he got, and it was better than nothing.\n\nWhen he stepped out of the shower, he didn't even bother hiding himself with a towel. The cameras were there because the blackmailer wanted to see him. The blackmailer already had a still frame of Vince on his knees before another man, with the chastity cage of full display. There was no more need to be shy about his nudity. He took his time putting on underwear and his other clothes.\n\nHe heard his phone buzz, and his face tightened. Vince had just come out of his second task. Surely the blackmailer could wait a few moments before throwing the horse to the lions again?\n\nBut as he picked up the phone, it wasn't the blackmailer who was messaging him. The notification was from a group chat with everyone he knew at the gym. And the contents made his face flush.\n\n``Has anyone heard from Vince yet?''\n\n``No, he's been silent about his new kink. As he should be. The gym isn't the place for such debauchery.''\n\n``Oh grow up. Every time I go to the bathroom, the floor's sticky from whatever you guys get up to during your quickies. This is just the first time someone took it to the showers.''\n\n``Everybody shut up and get back on topic. Vince is a sub now? We get to mount that sweet ass?''\n\n``He was wearing chastity. That very much implies a keyholder and that he's off the market.''\n\n``He was wearing chastity in public. That very much implies him wanting to show off and cruising for a dom to come take his key away from him.''\n\n``I'm just saying it isn't fair we missed it, you lucky bastards. PLEASE tell me someone has pictures?''\n\n``Hey Vince! Half of the chat's seen your cage. Don't be shy now. Show it off!''\n\n``We didn't join this group chat so we could share nudes.''\n\n``No, YOU didn't join the group chat to share nudes. I'm willing to show mine to anyone here in DMs if they show theirs first.''\n\n``Hey! Vince is showing up in the read messages screen. He's here. Vince: what happened today buddy? Why'd you do it?''\n\n``And more importantly, do you have pictures?''\n\nVince's fingers hovered over the keyboard. He didn't know what to tell them. Share pictures? When all he wanted was to forget everything that had happened? He didn't think he'd ever be able to return to that gym. He was mortified. He had flirted with most of the people in that chat and had privately fantasized about ploughing most. But from now on, all they'd be able to see when they looked at him was a sub wearing chastity.\n\nHe put the phone upside down on the table. \n\nIt kept buzzing.\n\nHe put the phone on Do-Not-Disturb. The silence was good. It let him catch his breath and think.\n\nAnd then he realised he would miss the blackmailer's next message like this. He quickly unlocked the phone again and muted the conversation instead.\n\nHe had been just in time as another message came in that he could not afford to miss.\n\n``You made for such a good pet, that there's a little gift for you on the kitchen table.''\n\nHe swallowed, before moving to the kitchen. There was a box there that he hadn't seen, wrapped in colourful paper and with a bow on top. Vince unwrapped it quickly.\n\nIt was a thick red leather collar, with a tag that jangled as Vince moved it. It had the simple inscription `Vince'.\n\nHis phone buzzed. ``Put it on.''\n\nVince grit his teeth and wrapped it around his neck. The simple buckle did not have a lock, and Vince couldn't decide whether that was better or worse. In theory he had the freedom to remove it whenever he wanted. It wasn't like the chastity belt that was forced on him until the blackmailer gave him the key back. But the blackmailer's order was as good as any lock, and now anyone who'd see him wearing the collar would think it was Vince's choice to keep it on himself.\n\n``Yes. It fits you.'' The phone message came in. ``Task 3 is to wear that collar and pick up an order from the following address.''\n\nVince's heart started beating faster in his chest. He actually had to go outside wearing this? He felt his whole body heating up. The collar felt tight against his neck and he had to check that he'd put it on correctly. He could still fit a finger between the leather and his skin. A single finger didn't feel like enough.\n\nHe went into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He assumed the collar would feel out of place, but it fit perfectly around his neck. He had seen men wearing a collar before and he had always laughed at the idea of wearing one himself. He had imagined himself picking up men from behind the bar, smirking at them while wearing a collar, and the two images had been impossible to mix.\n\nBut looking into the mirror now, he saw a humiliated horse who was so pent-up he would get on his knees for any man with a dick he could suck. He saw the eyes of someone who had given up all control and was desperate to have someone leash him and put this pet in its place. A collar wasn't only fitting for a horse like that, it was appropriate.\n\nThe whole ordeal was messing with his head. He tried to change his facial expression, to look once more like the Vince he knew. No matter how much he tried to give his alluring dominant smirks, it just looked out of place. He said his pick-up lines and they sounded ridiculous coming out of the mouth of a collared horse.\n\nThe phone buzzed. ``Do you only obey when you get a time limit?''\n\nVince cursed at the phone and then at the cameras watching him.\n\nFuck it.\n\nHe grabbed his things and then went outside. The faster he got to that address, the faster he could take the collar off. People were going to see him either way.\n\nAnd that bravado lasted him a full minute, before the first people passing him by did a double take to make sure they'd really seen what they thought they'd seen around his neck. He ignored the tears in his eyes when he heard snickering and muffled comments that were clearly mocking even if he couldn't hear the words. He tried to keep his gaze down at the street so at least he wouldn't recognise any of the people who might recognised him.\n\nBetween his legs was one humiliation they couldn't see, but now that there was a humiliation around his neck that they could, Vince couldn't help but think they would suspect it. There was much overlap between the chaste subs at the bar and the pets who wore collars. Would any of those suspicious faces look between his legs and be able to see something that they couldn't before? \n\nHe only looked off the ground to check the directions on his phone, making sure he was going the right way. When he finally arrived at the shop he rushed in and let out a sigh of relief.\n\nOnly for his eyes to widen when he realised where he was. The walls were lined with whips and paddles, with mannequins in front of them showing off full leather suits for different species. Display cases showed a full line of chastity devices, nipple clamps and collars. Vince could even see the one he was wearing. This establishment was the Ball and Chain, the most notorious sex shop in town because it heavily specialised in BDSM.\n\nWith all his worry of going outside to get the package, he had completely neglected to think what might be inside of that package.\n\nLooking around, there was more than enough they could torment him with. It really was an impressive shop. Vince had never been. All he'd ever needed for sex was lube and he could get that at the grocery store. The Ball and Chain had put up stalls in the club before to promote their merchandise and he knew that certain items could drive all the subs wild.\n\nHe recognised the blue dragon behind the counter as the owner known as The Boss. He was helping another customer, but his eye kept going to Vince in a familiar way. Vince was being checked out, which he normally liked. But the dragon's eyes kept going to his neck, like the collar was making him look hot instead of ridiculous.\n\nThere was also the lynx setting up a display in the corner. Vince was very familiar with him. That was Lenny, whom he had seen take all of the horse's cock in one of his games. Vince had even been kind enough to let Lenny stretch himself out with the demo dildos Lenny had brought to the club to promote the sex shop, which, for a self-proclaimed top, the Lynx had seemed to like far too much.\n\nVince wondered if Lenny might be the blackmailer. It would explain how the blackmailer could send such high-grade gear like it was nothing.\n\nHis phone buzzed. ``Tell them you're there to pick up the package for `Cum-guzzler'.''\n\nVince's cheeks burned. What?\n\n``You have three minutes. That should help you obey.''\n\nVince immediately stepped into the line at the counter. It was the only way to get there in time. He tried to distract himself. Lenny had been stacking supplies the whole time, not a phone in sight. He couldn't be the blackmailer.\n\n``Next.'' The dragon said. ``Ah, the handsome horse. Haven't seen you in here before. Did someone put that collar on you and now you can't wait for more?''\n\n``Something like that.''\n\n``What can I do for you?''\n\nVince breathed. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. His phone buzzed and he did not need to check it to know it was the blackmailer telling him he was running out of time. ``I'm here to pick up a package.''\n\n``Sure, hun. What's the name?''\n\nVince whispered it.\n\n``Come again?''\n\nVince grit his teeth. ``It's... it's for cum-guzzler.''\n\nThe dragon's face lit up. ``Ah, I'd been wondering who'd show up for that. Your master said you'd be around. Everything's paid up. The only thing to settle is the final portion that I was assured would be paid in nature.''\n\nVince frowned at that phrasing. \n\n``Everyone who wants to see The Boss get a blowjob, gather around!'' The shopkeeper shouted into the store. He came out from behind the counter and rubbed at his crotch. ``You a good cock-sucker, boy? You must be with a nickname like that.''\n\n``Wh-what...'' Vince's mouth was dry and his eyes widened. \n\n``No good at answering questions, are ya? That's alright. We don't need you to talk. We just need you to swallow.''\n\nWith trembling hands, Vince took a step back. He felt the buzzing in his pocket. Even if he didn't know what the message said, he could imagine it. There was a camera in the corner of the room. The blackmailer was watching. If Vince didn't obey, much worse would be waiting for him. He steadied his nerves, and then got on his knees.\n\nThe dragon laughed. ``No, that won't be enough. You think a dressed sub is going to make me hard? Take off your clothes first.''\n\nVince's cheeks burned as he looked at the people gathering around him. Sucking off the dragon was going to be embarrassing enough, but now he was going to need to undress in front of them as well? There were half a dozen people there just watching. They would be staring at his body, every little bit of it.\n\nHe didn't have a choice. He felt light-headed as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. He heard someone jeering and for a moment he thought they had a sports jersey on. Vince stared at the dragon who was tapping the side off his leg impatiently.\n\nVince stood and took off his pants, exposing his underwear.\n\nAnd still the dragon was not satisfied. ``We don't have all day. Isn't humiliation supposed to be your kink? I'm starting to think you don't actually want this to happen.''\n\nVince had to get a grip. If The Boss realised Vince was being forced to do this, he would call it off. Vince had to play the part of the shy sub, not the unwilling victim. Even if that meant...\n\nHe took off his boxers, revealing the chastity cage underneath it.\n\n``Is that what you were hiding?'' The dragon said, grinning. ``No shame in being a good locked-up slut for your master. Was it your idea or his?''\n\n``Mine.'' Vince said, his face flushing. He had to expel the dragon's doubt. Everyone there had to think this was his choice. ``He bought it for me.''\n\n``And you don't have a cheap master.'' The dragon bent down for a closer look. ``The Unbreakable-600 line. One of our most expensive cages. This isn't like those cheap plastic things worn by amateur horses, breaking at the first erection they get. This won't be coming off without the key. Your master has it, I presume?''\n\nVince nodded, which made him feel the leather collar around his neck. He was naked except for that collar and the chastity cage. Neither made him feel any less exposed. He diverted his gaze. He wanted to cover himself up. He wanted to run away. Instead he kept his hands by his side and he pretended all this attention was turning him on.\n\nHis cock twitched in his cage, selling the act.\n\nIt was still an act, wasn't it?\n\n``On your knees. Sooner you're done, sooner you get to have your clothes on again.''\n\nVince lowered himself to his knees again. The Boss wasted no time whipping out his cock, fully erect and throbbing with need. He wasn't kidding when he said he liked looking at naked subs. His eyes kept going over the horse's naked body, lingering in turn at the collar and the cage. He wanted to be serviced by an experienced sub. And Vince was about to suck a dick for the first time in his life.\n\nHe remembered a locker room where boys were jostling him. They told him his dick was so small he might as well be a girl. He remembered some guys forcing him to his knees and pushing his head onto a jock's covered crotch, declaring that Vince liked it even as Vince fought to get away.\n\nHe couldn't be thinking about that now.\n\nInstead he thought about all the men Vince had forced to kneel in front of him. The awe in their eyes as they saw Vince's huge horse cock, the eagerness in their whimpering moans and how their mouth opened with need without them realising why.\n\nVince pretended to be just like one of them. He couldn't show his reluctance. He had to show enthusiasm. He looked at the cock in front of him and imagined himself wanting to lick it. He imagined wanting to serve and wanting nothing more than to taste the dragon's seed on his tongue. He was unpractised and wouldn't be able to swallow it all. But he would be someone who desperately wanted to try.\n\nHe crawled forward and wrapped his lips around the dragon's dick, immediately feeling the heat and tasting the salt of his pre. His hands roamed over the dragon's thighs, feeling the muscle beneath. He took more of the cock inside of his mouth, going as deep as he could go. He moved back and forth, sucking and moaning.\n\nWas he moaning because he'd heard others do that? He hadn't been thinking about it. He was a sub called `cum-guzzler'. Of course he enjoyed giving head. Of course it would make him moan.\n\n``That's a good colt.'' The dragon cooed, moving his hips with Vince's rhythm. ``Little nervous with everyone seeing you in your rightful place, but you're getting into it now.''\n\nHe heard someone take out their dick to start stroking it, but Vince didn't have time to pay attention to that. His jaw was already aching from a few moments of sucking the dragon off, but he was supposed to be an expert. He couldn't stop until the dragon was finished. He didn't want to stop.\n\nHis breathing deepened as he moved his mouth back and forth, exercising way more muscles than was wise if he wanted to show endurance. But he needed the speed. He needed to appear desperate. He was desperate. He was making the dragon moan, he was serving his purpose as a good sub. He loved the taste of the dragon's dick, he loved the shape of it in his mouth, the pressure against his tongue. He kept going faster and faster, sucking harder and harder.\n\nHe wanted it to be over. He wanted to make the dragon cum. He wanted to taste the cum. He wanted to be a good colt.\n\nThe dragon had been petting the back of Vince's head, but suddenly his grip tightened. He pushed the horse's head down on his crotch and kept it there. Vince felt the cock throbbing. And then the thick seed coating the back of his mouth, as the dragon moaned in satisfaction. It tasted savoury and a little salty. He knew he would have trouble taking all of it.\n\nYet he swallowed every drop.\n\n``Look at how much he's leaking.'' Lenny said.\n\nVince looked between his legs. There was a small stain between legs, a trail of pre running from his locked-up dick to the stain. That couldn't be from him. It would mean he'd actually enjoyed sucking someone off. But Vince was a top. He'd just been pretending. He didn't like this. He couldn't. \n\nLenny had been the one jerking himself off to the sight. His paw was filled with his own seed and he waddled into the backroom to get himself cleaned up.\n\n``Okay, the free show's over. Anyone still horny can go browse the porn section in the back.'' The dragon said. He gave the horse one final pet on the top of the head. ``You were a good colt. But you should get dressed now.''\n\nVince nodded, feeling lost and confused. He gathered his underwear and quickly stepped into them. A spot immediately appeared near his chastity cage where cloth was soaking up his pre. He put his pants and shirt on quickly.\n\n``Thanks for your business.'' The dragon said as he handed over the package wrapped in brown paper. ``I'm hoping to see you again real soon.''\n\nVince said nothing as he walked away. He tried not to run. Running would draw more attention to him. But he walked as fast as he could. People might see the collar around his neck. They might recognise where the package was from. Would they be able to tell that he had swallowed a hot guy's cum? Would anyone notice a stain on the front of his pants?\n\nWhen he finally got home he slammed the door shut behind him and collapsed on the ground. He sat against the door, catching his breath again. The collar was quickly unbuckled and thrown away from him. He hadn't felt this confused in a long, long time.\n\nOnly twice before in his life had he tried being a sub. When he'd started working at the club, he'd fucked every guy interested in bottoming for him. It'd been fun, but Vince had quickly realised something was missing. He hadn't realised yet how fun it was to find big-dicked tops and play the measuring game. He'd thought maybe subbing would scratch the itch building inside of him.\n\nAnd he'd liked some parts of it. He'd liked the flirting and the build-up. He'd liked telling them he was usually a top but that he was willing to try something different just for them. But then when he actually submitted to them, he had to run away. Because every time he had a guy threatening to stuff their cock in either end of the horse, Vince could only think about High School.\n\nHe could only think about that damned locker room where he was forced to be naked and had to shower in front of all of his classmates. Everyone had seen how small his dick was and they all made fun of him for it. He was bullied and harassed. As far as Vince knew, they were all straight, but their girlfriends took things slower than the jocks wanted to, so they were desperate enough to be flexible. Vince had such a small dick he might as well be a girl to them. And Vince was in their locker room where none of the adults could save him from their threats.\n\nNothing ever happened. But those boys had spent years making sure Vince knew their restraint was a kindness on their part. He had pretended to be over it when puberty hit him and he became the jock star with the huge dick. Because being one of them meant being safe from them.\n\nVince was older and stronger now. He could fight back if anyone tried to force him to do anything he didn't want to. He liked being in control. And he loved doing the measuring game. Every time he played, he liked to imagine it was one of his old bullies that he'd managed to trick, giving just a fraction of the humiliation back that had been inflicted on him. \n\nYet kneeling in front of that dragon... he hadn't had a choice. He hadn't been able to back out. He had participated in sex as a sub for the first time of his life. And it hadn't destroyed him. He knew he had hated every moment in that locker room when he had been made to obey the bullies. Serving the dragon hadn't felt like that at all. The bullies had only cared about using him to fuel their need for power. The dragon had used him for their mutual pleasure.\n\nIt wasn't the same.\n\nVince looked at the package he had gone through such lengths to procure. It was from a BDSM shop so it could be anything. He unwrapped it and found a box showing different sizes of silicone butt plugs. That was so much better than he had feared, yet so much worse than he had hoped.\n\nHis phone vibrated.\n\nHe could guess what it was going to say.\n\n``Put the smallest one in. Don't be shy. Find a camera to show off to.''\n\nVince swallowed. First his mouth and now his ass. The blackmailer couldn't even give him a small moment to rest. He picked himself up and made it to the bathroom. He undressed and found an angle where the blackmailer could watch him. If they wanted to see him struggle, they were welcome to it.\n\nHe opened the box and reached in for the smallest toy. It was still thicker than a finger. The box had come with lubricant and Vince applied it generously. Then he sat back and spread his legs. He tried to relax as he pushed it in. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning. \n\nIt didn't feel good, Vince told himself. He didn't like it, Vince told himself. This was just duty, Vince told himself.\n\nHis cage was leaking again when Vince managed to insert it fully. His entrance tightened around the thinnest part of the silicone, keeping the plug in place. His breathing was deep, trying to live with this discomfort. He had heard the stories of subs who practiced for anal. It was a skill that had to be slowly built up over time. He wondered how long the blackmailer wanted him to keep the plug in. A few minutes? Half an hour?\n\nPerhaps they might even be nice and allow Vince to take it out when he had reached his limit. He would be nice back by actually trying his best. Maybe he'd even make it past five minutes.\n\nHis phone buzzed. He had left it in his pants and Vince didn't have the energy to get up to grab it properly. He stayed on the floor, wiggling towards his pants to take the phone out.\n\n``Task 4: stay plugged for the next 24 hours.''\n\nVince almost dropped the offending digital messenger, his eyes widening.\n\n``Keep the box with you and be prepared to prove your compliance when prompted.''\n\nGroaning, Vince tried to move off the floor. He kept feeling the plug inside of him. Every movement he made it was shifting around inside of him, reminding the horse of its presence.\n\nPerhaps he should've just let the blackmailer send him to jail.\n\n~*~\n\nIt wasn't a busy night at the bar, which was a small mercy. He could get away with standing still in a way that he did not have to feel the plug move around. Just before Vince had gone to work, he had received the message to replace the smallest size with one bigger. He had thought the small one was constantly making its presence known, but this one was even worse.\n\nIt was constantly keeping him stretched, but more prominent was the feeling of being filled. He had something in his ass that refused to be ignored. Every step he took, every time he moved his torso, he could feel the plug moving with him. It was slowly turning him manic. He wanted it out. He hated how it felt. It wasn't a bad feeling. It was supposed to be a bad feeling. Tops like him shouldn't find any enjoyment in being filled.\n\nHe recognised most of the regulars as they shovelled in and tried to have a drink ready for them by the time they made it to the bar. The more he did while he wasn't being watched, the less likely anyone would realise anything was wrong with the way he moved.\n\nHe also recognised people who weren't regulars, especially if they were familiar and suddenly sitting together. Bill and Lenny had taken a booth near the back of the bar, using a waiter to order their drinks instead of stopping by the bar. Bill would be having ginger beer, because alcohol interfered with his training regimen. Lenny would start off with a Long Island iced Tea and then, with his tongue loosened enough to talk about the sex shop, move on to whiskey. He had both drinks ready by the time the ticket came in.\n\nAs far as Vince knew, they were strangers to each other. The only thing they had in common was that they had both played the measuring game with him, and he had seen both of them in the course of completing his tasks. Bill had saved Vince from the showers only for the bull to demand a steep price in return. The Lynx had been in the sex shop when Vince had gone to his knees, getting his rocks off from seeing Vince humiliated.\n\nAnd they were currently on their phones, showing their screens to each other periodically, and casting glances at Vince.\n\nIt was the sex shop that sold chastity belts like the one Vince was currently being forced to wear. It sold the collar he had needed to wear to collect his package, and the plugs that he was currently being subjected to. Bill was strong and tall, often doing handyman work around the gym. Installing cameras in someone's home was easy for him.\n\nVince shook his head. He was being paranoid and focusing on the wrong elements again. Maybe they were talking about him, but neither of them could be the blackmailer. Their phones were the most complicated piece of equipment they owned. They wouldn't know how to set up a surveillance system, let alone how to break into systems set up by others.\n\nHis phone buzzed. He slowly grabbed it from his pocket while he kept his eyes on the booth. Neither of them had been typing when the message came in. Neither of them were looking at Vince like they were expecting something.\n\n``Show proof.''\n\nVince grit his teeth. He signalled a colleague. ``I'll be right back.''\n\n``Take your time. I can handle things.''\n\nVince made his way to the employee area and into the private bathroom. He didn't want any of the customers hearing him. He lowered his pants and angled the phone. He sent the image and put up his pants again. He wanted to get it over with.\n\nThe buzzing of his phone stopped him.\n\n``Upgrade to the next size.''\n\nVince's eyes widened. He had hardly gotten used to this one. But he had the box with him as ordered. It wouldn't be easy. And everyone would miss him if he stayed too long.\n\nThe longer he waited, the bigger the chance he got caught.\n\nHe quickly went to his locker and grabbed the box. In the bathroom he took out the first plug and lubed up the second. Hiss hands were slippery and he'd have to wash them thoroughly when he was done. He knew they would keep smelling of lube for ages no matter how thoroughly he cleaned them. He pressed the plug against his tailhole, trying to relax. It was bigger than he could take, but he'd thought that of the last one too. He knew it would go in if he kept trying.\n\nHe grunted as he tried a second time. A third. A fourth. Every time it felt close to getting in completely, he had to stop and pull it back out. He was fucking himself on the plug, and he hated the moans that escaped from his lips. The thickest part of the plug was tricky. His ass wouldn't stretch that way. He needed more time.\n\nThere was a sudden knock on the door. ``Everything alright in there?''\n\n``Y-yeah.'' Vince squeaked. ``Almost done.''\n\nThe horse's boss sighed. ``You've been acting off these past few days. You sure you're not sick?''\n\n``Yeah.''\n\n``Alright then.''\n\nVince heard his boss stepping away again. He couldn't keep hesitating. He put his arm in his mouth and gently bit down. Three. Two. One.\n\nHe pushed the plug in and didn't give himself a chance to think about if he could take it. He just did. It was in him and his tailhole clenched around it, keeping it in. He breathed deeply in and out, trying to adjust to the feeling. His ass ached and he wanted to pretend none of this was happening to him.\n\nHe had to take a picture first. And after he sent it, the blackmailer had the audacity to send him a thumbs-up.\n\n~*~\n\n``You new here?'' Vince asked a horse taking a seat at the bar.\n\n``Yeah. Name's Allen. I'll just have a beer. Whatever's on tap.''\n\n``You have low standards.'' Vince said with a smirk.\n\n``I didn't come here for the drinks, if you catch my meaning.'' Allen laughed. He was looking around at all the different men gathered for the night. The sooner he'd find someone, the sooner he'd be out of Vince's hair.\n\nVince felt his phone buzz. Another picture? He was still adjusting to walking with the new plug. He absent-mindedly took it out of his pocket while trying to come up with another excuse to give his coworkers.\n\n``Task 5: play the measurement game with the horse who just arrived.''\n\nNo.\n\nNo.\n\nVince's hand trembled. He stared at the horse in front of him. Allen looked like the kind of guy Vince would go after. All the opening lines were in his head already, waiting to be used. But if he played the game, if Vince ended up going into the back room with him and they measured their cocks, then Vince would come in at around zero inches. The chastity cage fixed the game.\n\nWhich, Vince realised, was probably the whole point.\n\n``The cameras are recording. Make it believable.''\n\nVince swallowed. He put the phone away. There was so much at stake. It was this or jail. He could do this. He steeled his long equine face. ``It's a good thing I serve more than just drinks then.''\n\nAllen turned to him. ``Yeah? What else is on offer?''\n\n``That depends.'' Vince smiled in that seductive way that always made his intentions perfectly clear. ``If you play your cards right, nothing's off the table.''\n\nAllen smiled back and started talking. It was easy for people to expose themselves at a bar, with a listening bartender, even if they were prone to exaggerate in order to impress. Vince knew how to act interested. He knew when to be surprised and when to be impressed. He knew when to tease and when to respond seriously. He knew how to lay the trap. He had done it a hundred times before. Except this time the trap was for himself.\n\nVince had always relished in the attention. Allen was a top and he was interested in Vince. Vince liked how much his body turned the other horse on, and how much his words reached Allen.\n\nVince almost couldn't say it. But he had to. Maybe Allen would refuse. Vince could honestly say he had given it his best shot. ``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\nAllen looked conflicted, but he was quickly making up his mind. Vince could see the calculation in his eyes, and the moment he decided it was worth the risk. None of Vince's playmates would ever admit it, but they liked the danger. They would say they were humouring an eccentric sub, but honestly they liked the risk of getting bent over by someone they were expecting to fuck.\n\nVince always made that dream a reality for them. He couldn't that night, because the game was rigged. With his chastity belt on, it was completely impossible to lose. And it sucked all the joy out of the game.\n\nSomething sour creeped into his head. The game had always been rigged. Vince had never minded it when it was in his favour.\n\nVince announced to his colleague that he was taking his break and led Allen to the break room by his hand. \n\n``How do we do this?''\n\n``I've got measuring tape.'' Vince said. ``You go first.''\n\nAllen was trying to be put together, but he was showing his nerves. Part of him thought losing would be more exciting than winning. Any other time this would be tantalising, but now Vince put all of his effort into keeping a straight face. The other horse undressed and revealed himself. His dick was growing, showing his excitement.\n\nVince slipped forward and worked his hands along its length. He had to appear eager to take it, because he had implied Allen would win and Vince knew he was bigger. It was all part of the game. This was the first time he played the part knowing he would lose. ``Let's see how big this thing gets.''\n\nAllen moaned at the stimulation, until his massive member reached its maximum length. He prompted Vince to measure it. \n\nAnd Vince did, even though visually he could already tell the results. He had become an expert at figuring out someone's length with stolen video footage at a distance with weird angles. Up close and personal it was easy. ``Twenty-one inches.''\n\n``Does that mean I win?''\n\n``Why don't we see?'' Vince said. Vince would've won if he wasn't locked. He undressed, slowly. He knew what would happen when he was naked and he was delaying the inevitable. But as soon as he took off his underwear, Allen's expression completely changed.\n\n``What? This was a test?'' Allen asked. The nerves were out of his body. His eyes were fixated on the cage, his dick pulsing with need.\n\n``Oops, it seems you've won by twenty-one inches difference. Why don't you come claim your prize?''\n\nThey moved quickly. Vince knew exactly what position he had to take. He had forced so many men to take it. He spread his legs and raised his tail for Allen. The less Vince had to think about it, the better. He was about to get fucked for the first time in his life. And he was going to have to pretend Allen was just another guy in a long line of tops.\n\n``You've been plugged this whole night?\n\n``Yeah.'' Vince didn't have any excuse for it. But he could make one up. ``Was stretching myself hoping I'd run into a guy like you.''\n\n``You're such a slut.'' Allen said, tugging at the plug until it came out. ``I love it.''\n\nVince felt empty, but he knew the feeling wouldn't last. He had to channel that feeling of emptiness into convincing Allen he wanted this. ``Please...''\n\nHe could feel the flared cock pressing against his virgin entrance, slick with lube. He could feel the pressure increasing and it was just like the plugs, refusing to go in. His tailhole wasn't used to it.\n\n``If it's too big for you...''\n\nVince couldn't make this stop. There was a camera in the corner streaming this live to his blackmailer. If he failed he would be punished. He had already come so far. He had to carry through. He thought back to what all those guys he'd played the game with had said. But none of them had been eager. Vince had had to push all of them into carrying through.\n\nVince couldn't afford to act like a top who'd lost a game. He was supposed to be like the subs who raised their tail for anyone who asked, because he was playing the part of the sub who tricked tops into playing games that he rigged himself to lose. Vince had slept with enough of those kind of subs. And he knew what they would say. ``I can take it. I want you inside of me so badly. Please.''\n\nThe pressure increased. Vince opened his mouth and panted, trying to relax himself as much as possible. And then suddenly he could feel Allen sliding in. It was a feeling he had never experienced before. He did not know his body could feel like that. It was all too intense and it was all happening too fast. \n\nVince grit his teeth. ``Harder, faster.''\n\nAllen complied. He pushed in deeper and stopped holding back. He withdrew and mercilessly went back in, going deeper every time.\n\nIt was too much for Vince. Too much sensation for his body to handle. He was trembling and breathing was hard. His eyes weren't working right and his voice trembled as he moaned and panted. Was that still part of the act? He couldn't remember choosing to do it.\n\nHis chastity cage ached too, with a dick trying to get erect. That was the most confusing part about all of it.\n\nAllen stopped going deeper suddenly, hilting inside of him. ``I think I've hit your limit. I can keep pushing, but it's going to be rough. You okay with that?''\n\n``I lost the game.'' Vince said, because that's what he always said to his victims. ``I don't have a right to complain.''\n\n``If you're sure.'' Allen said, before he pushed.\n\nVince groaned and felt like he would black out. He wasn't getting enough oxygen, because it felt impossible to breathe. Allen was going deeper inside of him than Vince had thought possible. But then finally, finally Vince could feel the other horse's hips touching his. He was fully inside and it couldn't have come a moment sooner. It was impossible to take anything more.\n\nVince had forced his victims to take an extra 3 inches.\n\nAllen retreated and then thrust back into him. Again and again, with ferocious rhythm and relentless force.\n\n``F-fuck...'' Vince moaned, his thoughts disappearing. He knew he was supposed to act a certain way, but he couldn't remember how or why. All that mattered was the cock going in and out of him and how good that felt. All that mattered was being a good mare for the stallion breeding him.\n\nHis cage had stopped aching, his cock unable to get hard with the constant assault on his senses. Instead it was constantly leaking pre, puddling between his legs. All of that pent-up frustration was leaking out of him in a steady stream, providing relief that he hadn't known that he'd needed. He hadn't come in days and this was the closest he had gotten to orgasm in all that time. It was better than orgasm. It just kept going and going and going.\n\nWith every thrust Vince was pushed against the bench. It was hard and uncomfortable, but somehow that only deepened his sense of being used, of passion so urgent they couldn't wait to find a better spot. The scent of their shared arousal was filling the room and it was intoxicating, filling Vince's nostrils with the same intensity that their moaning was filling his ears.\n\nEach time that cock pushed into him, his body involuntarily made a noise that could only be described as sweet surrender. It was like a button was being pushed. Like Allen had perfect control over Vince's whole body.\n\nIt wasn't Vince who was lying there being bred. Vince was the top that stood behind the bar and lured innocent tops into his twisted games. The horse lying on that bench and taking that cock was a locked-up horny slut, discovering his place in the hierarchy of the world all the way at the bottom. Revelling at being of any service to his betters.\n\nThat horse wasn't moaning to keep up an act. That horse was moaning because it was the best he had ever felt in his life. And he never wanted this to stop.\n\nLife would be easier if that horse was real. But in reality it was still Vince lying there. He might be pretending to be a practiced sub, but in actuality he was having his virginity obliterated by a monstrous cock. His ass ached from being used in a way it never had before, and Vince just had to keep pretending he was feeling nothing but pleasure.\n\nSuddenly Allen shuddered. He hilted deep inside of Vince, his cock throbbing noticeably.\n\nVince had always imagined it would be more noticeable to have cum inside of him, but there was no sensation so deep in his body. He knew it had happened from the sounds and other feelings, but the only evidence of the seed was a slight warmth that could have been mistaken for anything else. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined. But it was real. He now knew what it was like to have someone cum inside of him, because he had made another man come as a bottom.\n\n``Fuck, that was good.'' Allen said, slowly pulling back. ``Are you sure I wasn't too rough on you?''\n\n``N-no...'' Vince said, trying to regain his senses. ``Just how I like it.''\n\n``Do you have the key to your cage here?'' He said, helping Vince onto his back. The horse's hands caressed Vince's balls and the secure steel trappings of the cage. ``You clearly look like you need it and after a fucking like that, I don't think it'll take you long to get off.''\n\n``You don't have to do that.'' Vince said.\n\n``It'll be my pleasure, really. I don't want to leave you unsatisfied.''\n\nVince looked up into the earnest eyes of the horse, so much happiness on that face. None of his victims had ever looked that happy after a game before. Most of them had been desperate to come. And Vince had always said the same thing to them. ``You're not my boyfriend. I'm not going to make you jerk me off.''\n\n``I just said it'd be my pleasure. Now come on and...''\n\n``Don't.'' Vince said. He forced a smile on his face. ``I left the key at home. My job's to get you off. I'm happy I got to do that.''\n\n``Alright then. If you're sure. Anything else I can get you? Some water?''\n\n``You can head out. I just need a few minutes to clean myself up. I have to get back to work soon.''\n\nAllen nodded. He put on his clothes and headed for the bar again. ``If this is the kind of service I can get here, I'm going to become a regular.''\n\nVince smiled at him, watching the horse's behind as he walked out. Part of him wanted to play the game again when he was unlocked. But it felt wrong now. Tainted. If he wanted to fuck Allen, he would just ask for it next time.\n\nHe tried to stand, only to find his legs weak and unresponsive. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through the rest of his shift.\n\nHis phone buzzed. ``Your task to stay plugged isn't over.''\n\nVince's face fell. Even after all that?\n\n``Go up three sizes.''\n\nNo! Vince almost threw the phone against the wall. The blackmailer kept tormenting him. Vince was forced to go to the box and pick out one of the largest sizes. He lubed it up and was prepared to spend minutes trying to make it fit.\n\nIt went in without any issue. The only problem was how hard it was to clench around it to keep it in place.\n\nHis face was crimson as he dressed himself and walked back to the bar, his gait heavily affected by the huge cock that had been inside of him and the large plug still keeping him filled. It was keeping Allen's seed inside of him and it would keep it there until the blackmailer's 24 hour period finally ended.\n\nHe tried to go back to making drinks. He tried to go back to acting like nothing was wrong. But Allen had found a group of regulars to drink with, and Allen kept shooting him glances and grinning. Several times the group fell into laughter and then all glanced at Vince at the same time.\n\nAllen was already talking about what had happened. Everyone would know that he'd been fucked. That he was in chastity.\n\nHe needed to finish his tasks and get the key back. If it lasted much longer, nothing would be left of his reputation but stories of what a slut he was.\n\nWhy was his cage throbbing thinking about that?\n\n[b]To be continued[/b]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Measure of a Man

Chapter 3: Or else

When Vince got home, he immediately made his way to the bathroom. He undressed in his hidden corner, taking off the jockstrap that the bull had forced him to wear and jumping under the shower. At the gym he had been cleaning himself as quickly as possible hoping nobody would see the chastity cage around his dick. He might still have thought that quick rinse was enough if he hadn't been forced to wear the jockstrap. He needed to be fully clean again.

The warm water washed over him and helped him put all those feelings behind him. He took his time soaping up, this time without having to worry about a gym buddy finding out his secret. The only one watching him now was the blackmailer, through the camera in the bathroom that was pointing at the shower stall. And he would already know that Vince was wearing chastity. It was his order, after all.

Vince hated the situation he was in. He hated how much the horniness from pent-up frustration was messing with his head. He hated how he had to pretend to be a sub to explain away the chastity belt. He hated how easy it was to slip into the role to the point where it made him doubt himself.

It wasn't even that the situation was unfair. Vince already knew that life was deeply unfair. He just thought he was in a point of his life that he'd gotten a handle on the ways life could suck enough that he could prepare for it and force the world into working with him.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to come out of nowhere and unravel him to his core. That was something Vince did to the naive guppies in the world. Not something the world should still be capable of doing to him.

He felt his loins stir, wanting his attention. When he was reaching down without thinking, there was just a moment where he felt like his old self, free and in perfect control. And that all stopped when he felt the relentless metal prison that would not budge for him.

His wave of arousal dispersed, filling him with heat. He wrapped his hand around air, where his erect cock should be, and then humped. He pretended that the cage was not there. He trie to remember how good it felt it to masturbate, like if he thought hard enough he could summon that pleasure through the metal confines. It was frustrating and aimless and didn't accomplish anything.

Yet it was all he got, and it was better than nothing.

When he stepped out of the shower, he didn't even bother hiding himself with a towel. The cameras were there because the blackmailer wanted to see him. The blackmailer already had a still frame of Vince on his knees before another man, with the chastity cage of full display. There was no more need to be shy about his nudity. He took his time putting on underwear and his other clothes.

He heard his phone buzz, and his face tightened. Vince had just come out of his second task. Surely the blackmailer could wait a few moments before throwing the horse to the lions again?

But as he picked up the phone, it wasn't the blackmailer who was messaging him. The notification was from a group chat with everyone he knew at the gym. And the contents made his face flush.

``Has anyone heard from Vince yet?''

``No, he's been silent about his new kink. As he should be. The gym isn't the place for such debauchery.''

``Oh grow up. Every time I go to the bathroom, the floor's sticky from whatever you guys get up to during your quickies. This is just the first time someone took it to the showers.''

``Everybody shut up and get back on topic. Vince is a sub now? We get to mount that sweet ass?''

``He was wearing chastity. That very much implies a keyholder and that he's off the market.''

``He was wearing chastity in public. That very much implies him wanting to show off and cruising for a dom to come take his key away from him.''

``I'm just saying it isn't fair we missed it, you lucky bastards. PLEASE tell me someone has pictures?''

``Hey Vince! Half of the chat's seen your cage. Don't be shy now. Show it off!''

``We didn't join this group chat so we could share nudes.''

``No, YOU didn't join the group chat to share nudes. I'm willing to show mine to anyone here in DMs if they show theirs first.''

``Hey! Vince is showing up in the read messages screen. He's here. Vince: what happened today buddy? Why'd you do it?''

``And more importantly, do you have pictures?''

Vince's fingers hovered over the keyboard. He didn't know what to tell them. Share pictures? When all he wanted was to forget everything that had happened? He didn't think he'd ever be able to return to that gym. He was mortified. He had flirted with most of the people in that chat and had privately fantasized about ploughing most. But from now on, all they'd be able to see when they looked at him was a sub wearing chastity.

He put the phone upside down on the table.

It kept buzzing.

He put the phone on Do-Not-Disturb. The silence was good. It let him catch his breath and think.

And then he realised he would miss the blackmailer's next message like this. He quickly unlocked the phone again and muted the conversation instead.

He had been just in time as another message came in that he could not afford to miss.

``You made for such a good pet, that there's a little gift for you on the kitchen table.''

He swallowed, before moving to the kitchen. There was a box there that he hadn't seen, wrapped in colourful paper and with a bow on top. Vince unwrapped it quickly.

It was a thick red leather collar, with a tag that jangled as Vince moved it. It had the simple inscription `Vince'.

His phone buzzed. ``Put it on.''

Vince grit his teeth and wrapped it around his neck. The simple buckle did not have a lock, and Vince couldn't decide whether that was better or worse. In theory he had the freedom to remove it whenever he wanted. It wasn't like the chastity belt that was forced on him until the blackmailer gave him the key back. But the blackmailer's order was as good as any lock, and now anyone who'd see him wearing the collar would think it was Vince's choice to keep it on himself.

``Yes. It fits you.'' The phone message came in. ``Task 3 is to wear that collar and pick up an order from the following address.''

Vince's heart started beating faster in his chest. He actually had to go outside wearing this? He felt his whole body heating up. The collar felt tight against his neck and he had to check that he'd put it on correctly. He could still fit a finger between the leather and his skin. A single finger didn't feel like enough.

He went into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He assumed the collar would feel out of place, but it fit perfectly around his neck. He had seen men wearing a collar before and he had always laughed at the idea of wearing one himself. He had imagined himself picking up men from behind the bar, smirking at them while wearing a collar, and the two images had been impossible to mix.

But looking into the mirror now, he saw a humiliated horse who was so pent-up he would get on his knees for any man with a dick he could suck. He saw the eyes of someone who had given up all control and was desperate to have someone leash him and put this pet in its place. A collar wasn't only fitting for a horse like that, it was appropriate.

The whole ordeal was messing with his head. He tried to change his facial expression, to look once more like the Vince he knew. No matter how much he tried to give his alluring dominant smirks, it just looked out of place. He said his pick-up lines and they sounded ridiculous coming out of the mouth of a collared horse.

The phone buzzed. ``Do you only obey when you get a time limit?''

Vince cursed at the phone and then at the cameras watching him.

Fuck it.

He grabbed his things and then went outside. The faster he got to that address, the faster he could take the collar off. People were going to see him either way.

And that bravado lasted him a full minute, before the first people passing him by did a double take to make sure they'd really seen what they thought they'd seen around his neck. He ignored the tears in his eyes when he heard snickering and muffled comments that were clearly mocking even if he couldn't hear the words. He tried to keep his gaze down at the street so at least he wouldn't recognise any of the people who might recognised him.

Between his legs was one humiliation they couldn't see, but now that there was a humiliation around his neck that they could, Vince couldn't help but think they would suspect it. There was much overlap between the chaste subs at the bar and the pets who wore collars. Would any of those suspicious faces look between his legs and be able to see something that they couldn't before?

He only looked off the ground to check the directions on his phone, making sure he was going the right way. When he finally arrived at the shop he rushed in and let out a sigh of relief.

Only for his eyes to widen when he realised where he was. The walls were lined with whips and paddles, with mannequins in front of them showing off full leather suits for different species. Display cases showed a full line of chastity devices, nipple clamps and collars. Vince could even see the one he was wearing. This establishment was the Ball and Chain, the most notorious sex shop in town because it heavily specialised in BDSM.

With all his worry of going outside to get the package, he had completely neglected to think what might be inside of that package.

Looking around, there was more than enough they could torment him with. It really was an impressive shop. Vince had never been. All he'd ever needed for sex was lube and he could get that at the grocery store. The Ball and Chain had put up stalls in the club before to promote their merchandise and he knew that certain items could drive all the subs wild.

He recognised the blue dragon behind the counter as the owner known as The Boss. He was helping another customer, but his eye kept going to Vince in a familiar way. Vince was being checked out, which he normally liked. But the dragon's eyes kept going to his neck, like the collar was making him look hot instead of ridiculous.

There was also the lynx setting up a display in the corner. Vince was very familiar with him. That was Lenny, whom he had seen take all of the horse's cock in one of his games. Vince had even been kind enough to let Lenny stretch himself out with the demo dildos Lenny had brought to the club to promote the sex shop, which, for a self-proclaimed top, the Lynx had seemed to like far too much.

Vince wondered if Lenny might be the blackmailer. It would explain how the blackmailer could send such high-grade gear like it was nothing.

His phone buzzed. ``Tell them you're there to pick up the package for `Cum-guzzler'.''

Vince's cheeks burned. What?

``You have three minutes. That should help you obey.''

Vince immediately stepped into the line at the counter. It was the only way to get there in time. He tried to distract himself. Lenny had been stacking supplies the whole time, not a phone in sight. He couldn't be the blackmailer.

``Next.'' The dragon said. ``Ah, the handsome horse. Haven't seen you in here before. Did someone put that collar on you and now you can't wait for more?''

``Something like that.''

``What can I do for you?''

Vince breathed. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. His phone buzzed and he did not need to check it to know it was the blackmailer telling him he was running out of time. ``I'm here to pick up a package.''

``Sure, hun. What's the name?''

Vince whispered it.

``Come again?''

Vince grit his teeth. ``It's... it's for cum-guzzler.''

The dragon's face lit up. ``Ah, I'd been wondering who'd show up for that. Your master said you'd be around. Everything's paid up. The only thing to settle is the final portion that I was assured would be paid in nature.''

Vince frowned at that phrasing.

``Everyone who wants to see The Boss get a blowjob, gather around!'' The shopkeeper shouted into the store. He came out from behind the counter and rubbed at his crotch. ``You a good cock-sucker, boy? You must be with a nickname like that.''

``Wh-what...'' Vince's mouth was dry and his eyes widened.

``No good at answering questions, are ya? That's alright. We don't need you to talk. We just need you to swallow.''

With trembling hands, Vince took a step back. He felt the buzzing in his pocket. Even if he didn't know what the message said, he could imagine it. There was a camera in the corner of the room. The blackmailer was watching. If Vince didn't obey, much worse would be waiting for him. He steadied his nerves, and then got on his knees.

The dragon laughed. ``No, that won't be enough. You think a dressed sub is going to make me hard? Take off your clothes first.''

Vince's cheeks burned as he looked at the people gathering around him. Sucking off the dragon was going to be embarrassing enough, but now he was going to need to undress in front of them as well? There were half a dozen people there just watching. They would be staring at his body, every little bit of it.

He didn't have a choice. He felt light-headed as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. He heard someone jeering and for a moment he thought they had a sports jersey on. Vince stared at the dragon who was tapping the side off his leg impatiently.

Vince stood and took off his pants, exposing his underwear.

And still the dragon was not satisfied. ``We don't have all day. Isn't humiliation supposed to be your kink? I'm starting to think you don't actually want this to happen.''

Vince had to get a grip. If The Boss realised Vince was being forced to do this, he would call it off. Vince had to play the part of the shy sub, not the unwilling victim. Even if that meant...

He took off his boxers, revealing the chastity cage underneath it.

``Is that what you were hiding?'' The dragon said, grinning. ``No shame in being a good locked-up slut for your master. Was it your idea or his?''

``Mine.'' Vince said, his face flushing. He had to expel the dragon's doubt. Everyone there had to think this was his choice. ``He bought it for me.''

``And you don't have a cheap master.'' The dragon bent down for a closer look. ``The Unbreakable-600 line. One of our most expensive cages. This isn't like those cheap plastic things worn by amateur horses, breaking at the first erection they get. This won't be coming off without the key. Your master has it, I presume?''

Vince nodded, which made him feel the leather collar around his neck. He was naked except for that collar and the chastity cage. Neither made him feel any less exposed. He diverted his gaze. He wanted to cover himself up. He wanted to run away. Instead he kept his hands by his side and he pretended all this attention was turning him on.

His cock twitched in his cage, selling the act.

It was still an act, wasn't it?

``On your knees. Sooner you're done, sooner you get to have your clothes on again.''

Vince lowered himself to his knees again. The Boss wasted no time whipping out his cock, fully erect and throbbing with need. He wasn't kidding when he said he liked looking at naked subs. His eyes kept going over the horse's naked body, lingering in turn at the collar and the cage. He wanted to be serviced by an experienced sub. And Vince was about to suck a dick for the first time in his life.

He remembered a locker room where boys were jostling him. They told him his dick was so small he might as well be a girl. He remembered some guys forcing him to his knees and pushing his head onto a jock's covered crotch, declaring that Vince liked it even as Vince fought to get away.

He couldn't be thinking about that now.

Instead he thought about all the men Vince had forced to kneel in front of him. The awe in their eyes as they saw Vince's huge horse cock, the eagerness in their whimpering moans and how their mouth opened with need without them realising why.

Vince pretended to be just like one of them. He couldn't show his reluctance. He had to show enthusiasm. He looked at the cock in front of him and imagined himself wanting to lick it. He imagined wanting to serve and wanting nothing more than to taste the dragon's seed on his tongue. He was unpractised and wouldn't be able to swallow it all. But he would be someone who desperately wanted to try.

He crawled forward and wrapped his lips around the dragon's dick, immediately feeling the heat and tasting the salt of his pre. His hands roamed over the dragon's thighs, feeling the muscle beneath. He took more of the cock inside of his mouth, going as deep as he could go. He moved back and forth, sucking and moaning.

Was he moaning because he'd heard others do that? He hadn't been thinking about it. He was a sub called `cum-guzzler'. Of course he enjoyed giving head. Of course it would make him moan.

``That's a good colt.'' The dragon cooed, moving his hips with Vince's rhythm. ``Little nervous with everyone seeing you in your rightful place, but you're getting into it now.''

He heard someone take out their dick to start stroking it, but Vince didn't have time to pay attention to that. His jaw was already aching from a few moments of sucking the dragon off, but he was supposed to be an expert. He couldn't stop until the dragon was finished. He didn't want to stop.

His breathing deepened as he moved his mouth back and forth, exercising way more muscles than was wise if he wanted to show endurance. But he needed the speed. He needed to appear desperate. He was desperate. He was making the dragon moan, he was serving his purpose as a good sub. He loved the taste of the dragon's dick, he loved the shape of it in his mouth, the pressure against his tongue. He kept going faster and faster, sucking harder and harder.

He wanted it to be over. He wanted to make the dragon cum. He wanted to taste the cum. He wanted to be a good colt.

The dragon had been petting the back of Vince's head, but suddenly his grip tightened. He pushed the horse's head down on his crotch and kept it there. Vince felt the cock throbbing. And then the thick seed coating the back of his mouth, as the dragon moaned in satisfaction. It tasted savoury and a little salty. He knew he would have trouble taking all of it.

Yet he swallowed every drop.

``Look at how much he's leaking.'' Lenny said.

Vince looked between his legs. There was a small stain between legs, a trail of pre running from his locked-up dick to the stain. That couldn't be from him. It would mean he'd actually enjoyed sucking someone off. But Vince was a top. He'd just been pretending. He didn't like this. He couldn't.

Lenny had been the one jerking himself off to the sight. His paw was filled with his own seed and he waddled into the backroom to get himself cleaned up.

``Okay, the free show's over. Anyone still horny can go browse the porn section in the back.'' The dragon said. He gave the horse one final pet on the top of the head. ``You were a good colt. But you should get dressed now.''

Vince nodded, feeling lost and confused. He gathered his underwear and quickly stepped into them. A spot immediately appeared near his chastity cage where cloth was soaking up his pre. He put his pants and shirt on quickly.

``Thanks for your business.'' The dragon said as he handed over the package wrapped in brown paper. ``I'm hoping to see you again real soon.''

Vince said nothing as he walked away. He tried not to run. Running would draw more attention to him. But he walked as fast as he could. People might see the collar around his neck. They might recognise where the package was from. Would they be able to tell that he had swallowed a hot guy's cum? Would anyone notice a stain on the front of his pants?

When he finally got home he slammed the door shut behind him and collapsed on the ground. He sat against the door, catching his breath again. The collar was quickly unbuckled and thrown away from him. He hadn't felt this confused in a long, long time.

Only twice before in his life had he tried being a sub. When he'd started working at the club, he'd fucked every guy interested in bottoming for him. It'd been fun, but Vince had quickly realised something was missing. He hadn't realised yet how fun it was to find big-dicked tops and play the measuring game. He'd thought maybe subbing would scratch the itch building inside of him.

And he'd liked some parts of it. He'd liked the flirting and the build-up. He'd liked telling them he was usually a top but that he was willing to try something different just for them. But then when he actually submitted to them, he had to run away. Because every time he had a guy threatening to stuff their cock in either end of the horse, Vince could only think about High School.

He could only think about that damned locker room where he was forced to be naked and had to shower in front of all of his classmates. Everyone had seen how small his dick was and they all made fun of him for it. He was bullied and harassed. As far as Vince knew, they were all straight, but their girlfriends took things slower than the jocks wanted to, so they were desperate enough to be flexible. Vince had such a small dick he might as well be a girl to them. And Vince was in their locker room where none of the adults could save him from their threats.

Nothing ever happened. But those boys had spent years making sure Vince knew their restraint was a kindness on their part. He had pretended to be over it when puberty hit him and he became the jock star with the huge dick. Because being one of them meant being safe from them.

Vince was older and stronger now. He could fight back if anyone tried to force him to do anything he didn't want to. He liked being in control. And he loved doing the measuring game. Every time he played, he liked to imagine it was one of his old bullies that he'd managed to trick, giving just a fraction of the humiliation back that had been inflicted on him.

Yet kneeling in front of that dragon... he hadn't had a choice. He hadn't been able to back out. He had participated in sex as a sub for the first time of his life. And it hadn't destroyed him. He knew he had hated every moment in that locker room when he had been made to obey the bullies. Serving the dragon hadn't felt like that at all. The bullies had only cared about using him to fuel their need for power. The dragon had used him for their mutual pleasure.

It wasn't the same.

Vince looked at the package he had gone through such lengths to procure. It was from a BDSM shop so it could be anything. He unwrapped it and found a box showing different sizes of silicone butt plugs. That was so much better than he had feared, yet so much worse than he had hoped.

His phone vibrated.

He could guess what it was going to say.

``Put the smallest one in. Don't be shy. Find a camera to show off to.''

Vince swallowed. First his mouth and now his ass. The blackmailer couldn't even give him a small moment to rest. He picked himself up and made it to the bathroom. He undressed and found an angle where the blackmailer could watch him. If they wanted to see him struggle, they were welcome to it.

He opened the box and reached in for the smallest toy. It was still thicker than a finger. The box had come with lubricant and Vince applied it generously. Then he sat back and spread his legs. He tried to relax as he pushed it in. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning.

It didn't feel good, Vince told himself. He didn't like it, Vince told himself. This was just duty, Vince told himself.

His cage was leaking again when Vince managed to insert it fully. His entrance tightened around the thinnest part of the silicone, keeping the plug in place. His breathing was deep, trying to live with this discomfort. He had heard the stories of subs who practiced for anal. It was a skill that had to be slowly built up over time. He wondered how long the blackmailer wanted him to keep the plug in. A few minutes? Half an hour?

Perhaps they might even be nice and allow Vince to take it out when he had reached his limit. He would be nice back by actually trying his best. Maybe he'd even make it past five minutes.

His phone buzzed. He had left it in his pants and Vince didn't have the energy to get up to grab it properly. He stayed on the floor, wiggling towards his pants to take the phone out.

``Task 4: stay plugged for the next 24 hours.''

Vince almost dropped the offending digital messenger, his eyes widening.

``Keep the box with you and be prepared to prove your compliance when prompted.''

Groaning, Vince tried to move off the floor. He kept feeling the plug inside of him. Every movement he made it was shifting around inside of him, reminding the horse of its presence.

Perhaps he should've just let the blackmailer send him to jail.

~*~

It wasn't a busy night at the bar, which was a small mercy. He could get away with standing still in a way that he did not have to feel the plug move around. Just before Vince had gone to work, he had received the message to replace the smallest size with one bigger. He had thought the small one was constantly making its presence known, but this one was even worse.

It was constantly keeping him stretched, but more prominent was the feeling of being filled. He had something in his ass that refused to be ignored. Every step he took, every time he moved his torso, he could feel the plug moving with him. It was slowly turning him manic. He wanted it out. He hated how it felt. It wasn't a bad feeling. It was supposed to be a bad feeling. Tops like him shouldn't find any enjoyment in being filled.

He recognised most of the regulars as they shovelled in and tried to have a drink ready for them by the time they made it to the bar. The more he did while he wasn't being watched, the less likely anyone would realise anything was wrong with the way he moved.

He also recognised people who weren't regulars, especially if they were familiar and suddenly sitting together. Bill and Lenny had taken a booth near the back of the bar, using a waiter to order their drinks instead of stopping by the bar. Bill would be having ginger beer, because alcohol interfered with his training regimen. Lenny would start off with a Long Island iced Tea and then, with his tongue loosened enough to talk about the sex shop, move on to whiskey. He had both drinks ready by the time the ticket came in.

As far as Vince knew, they were strangers to each other. The only thing they had in common was that they had both played the measuring game with him, and he had seen both of them in the course of completing his tasks. Bill had saved Vince from the showers only for the bull to demand a steep price in return. The Lynx had been in the sex shop when Vince had gone to his knees, getting his rocks off from seeing Vince humiliated.

And they were currently on their phones, showing their screens to each other periodically, and casting glances at Vince.

It was the sex shop that sold chastity belts like the one Vince was currently being forced to wear. It sold the collar he had needed to wear to collect his package, and the plugs that he was currently being subjected to. Bill was strong and tall, often doing handyman work around the gym. Installing cameras in someone's home was easy for him.

Vince shook his head. He was being paranoid and focusing on the wrong elements again. Maybe they were talking about him, but neither of them could be the blackmailer. Their phones were the most complicated piece of equipment they owned. They wouldn't know how to set up a surveillance system, let alone how to break into systems set up by others.

His phone buzzed. He slowly grabbed it from his pocket while he kept his eyes on the booth. Neither of them had been typing when the message came in. Neither of them were looking at Vince like they were expecting something.

``Show proof.''

Vince grit his teeth. He signalled a colleague. ``I'll be right back.''

``Take your time. I can handle things.''

Vince made his way to the employee area and into the private bathroom. He didn't want any of the customers hearing him. He lowered his pants and angled the phone. He sent the image and put up his pants again. He wanted to get it over with.

The buzzing of his phone stopped him.

``Upgrade to the next size.''

Vince's eyes widened. He had hardly gotten used to this one. But he had the box with him as ordered. It wouldn't be easy. And everyone would miss him if he stayed too long.

The longer he waited, the bigger the chance he got caught.

He quickly went to his locker and grabbed the box. In the bathroom he took out the first plug and lubed up the second. Hiss hands were slippery and he'd have to wash them thoroughly when he was done. He knew they would keep smelling of lube for ages no matter how thoroughly he cleaned them. He pressed the plug against his tailhole, trying to relax. It was bigger than he could take, but he'd thought that of the last one too. He knew it would go in if he kept trying.

He grunted as he tried a second time. A third. A fourth. Every time it felt close to getting in completely, he had to stop and pull it back out. He was fucking himself on the plug, and he hated the moans that escaped from his lips. The thickest part of the plug was tricky. His ass wouldn't stretch that way. He needed more time.

There was a sudden knock on the door. ``Everything alright in there?''

``Y-yeah.'' Vince squeaked. ``Almost done.''

The horse's boss sighed. ``You've been acting off these past few days. You sure you're not sick?''

``Yeah.''

``Alright then.''

Vince heard his boss stepping away again. He couldn't keep hesitating. He put his arm in his mouth and gently bit down. Three. Two. One.

He pushed the plug in and didn't give himself a chance to think about if he could take it. He just did. It was in him and his tailhole clenched around it, keeping it in. He breathed deeply in and out, trying to adjust to the feeling. His ass ached and he wanted to pretend none of this was happening to him.

He had to take a picture first. And after he sent it, the blackmailer had the audacity to send him a thumbs-up.

~*~

``You new here?'' Vince asked a horse taking a seat at the bar.

``Yeah. Name's Allen. I'll just have a beer. Whatever's on tap.''

``You have low standards.'' Vince said with a smirk.

``I didn't come here for the drinks, if you catch my meaning.'' Allen laughed. He was looking around at all the different men gathered for the night. The sooner he'd find someone, the sooner he'd be out of Vince's hair.

Vince felt his phone buzz. Another picture? He was still adjusting to walking with the new plug. He absent-mindedly took it out of his pocket while trying to come up with another excuse to give his coworkers.

``Task 5: play the measurement game with the horse who just arrived.''

No.

No.

Vince's hand trembled. He stared at the horse in front of him. Allen looked like the kind of guy Vince would go after. All the opening lines were in his head already, waiting to be used. But if he played the game, if Vince ended up going into the back room with him and they measured their cocks, then Vince would come in at around zero inches. The chastity cage fixed the game.

Which, Vince realised, was probably the whole point.

``The cameras are recording. Make it believable.''

Vince swallowed. He put the phone away. There was so much at stake. It was this or jail. He could do this. He steeled his long equine face. ``It's a good thing I serve more than just drinks then.''

Allen turned to him. ``Yeah? What else is on offer?''

``That depends.'' Vince smiled in that seductive way that always made his intentions perfectly clear. ``If you play your cards right, nothing's off the table.''

Allen smiled back and started talking. It was easy for people to expose themselves at a bar, with a listening bartender, even if they were prone to exaggerate in order to impress. Vince knew how to act interested. He knew when to be surprised and when to be impressed. He knew when to tease and when to respond seriously. He knew how to lay the trap. He had done it a hundred times before. Except this time the trap was for himself.

Vince had always relished in the attention. Allen was a top and he was interested in Vince. Vince liked how much his body turned the other horse on, and how much his words reached Allen.

Vince almost couldn't say it. But he had to. Maybe Allen would refuse. Vince could honestly say he had given it his best shot. ``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.''

Allen looked conflicted, but he was quickly making up his mind. Vince could see the calculation in his eyes, and the moment he decided it was worth the risk. None of Vince's playmates would ever admit it, but they liked the danger. They would say they were humouring an eccentric sub, but honestly they liked the risk of getting bent over by someone they were expecting to fuck.

Vince always made that dream a reality for them. He couldn't that night, because the game was rigged. With his chastity belt on, it was completely impossible to lose. And it sucked all the joy out of the game.

Something sour creeped into his head. The game had always been rigged. Vince had never minded it when it was in his favour.

Vince announced to his colleague that he was taking his break and led Allen to the break room by his hand.

``How do we do this?''

``I've got measuring tape.'' Vince said. ``You go first.''

Allen was trying to be put together, but he was showing his nerves. Part of him thought losing would be more exciting than winning. Any other time this would be tantalising, but now Vince put all of his effort into keeping a straight face. The other horse undressed and revealed himself. His dick was growing, showing his excitement.

Vince slipped forward and worked his hands along its length. He had to appear eager to take it, because he had implied Allen would win and Vince knew he was bigger. It was all part of the game. This was the first time he played the part knowing he would lose. ``Let's see how big this thing gets.''

Allen moaned at the stimulation, until his massive member reached its maximum length. He prompted Vince to measure it.

And Vince did, even though visually he could already tell the results. He had become an expert at figuring out someone's length with stolen video footage at a distance with weird angles. Up close and personal it was easy. ``Twenty-one inches.''

``Does that mean I win?''

``Why don't we see?'' Vince said. Vince would've won if he wasn't locked. He undressed, slowly. He knew what would happen when he was naked and he was delaying the inevitable. But as soon as he took off his underwear, Allen's expression completely changed.

``What? This was a test?'' Allen asked. The nerves were out of his body. His eyes were fixated on the cage, his dick pulsing with need.

``Oops, it seems you've won by twenty-one inches difference. Why don't you come claim your prize?''

They moved quickly. Vince knew exactly what position he had to take. He had forced so many men to take it. He spread his legs and raised his tail for Allen. The less Vince had to think about it, the better. He was about to get fucked for the first time in his life. And he was going to have to pretend Allen was just another guy in a long line of tops.

``You've been plugged this whole night?

``Yeah.'' Vince didn't have any excuse for it. But he could make one up. ``Was stretching myself hoping I'd run into a guy like you.''

``You're such a slut.'' Allen said, tugging at the plug until it came out. ``I love it.''

Vince felt empty, but he knew the feeling wouldn't last. He had to channel that feeling of emptiness into convincing Allen he wanted this. ``Please...''

He could feel the flared cock pressing against his virgin entrance, slick with lube. He could feel the pressure increasing and it was just like the plugs, refusing to go in. His tailhole wasn't used to it.

``If it's too big for you...''

Vince couldn't make this stop. There was a camera in the corner streaming this live to his blackmailer. If he failed he would be punished. He had already come so far. He had to carry through. He thought back to what all those guys he'd played the game with had said. But none of them had been eager. Vince had had to push all of them into carrying through.

Vince couldn't afford to act like a top who'd lost a game. He was supposed to be like the subs who raised their tail for anyone who asked, because he was playing the part of the sub who tricked tops into playing games that he rigged himself to lose. Vince had slept with enough of those kind of subs. And he knew what they would say. ``I can take it. I want you inside of me so badly. Please.''

The pressure increased. Vince opened his mouth and panted, trying to relax himself as much as possible. And then suddenly he could feel Allen sliding in. It was a feeling he had never experienced before. He did not know his body could feel like that. It was all too intense and it was all happening too fast.

Vince grit his teeth. ``Harder, faster.''

Allen complied. He pushed in deeper and stopped holding back. He withdrew and mercilessly went back in, going deeper every time.

It was too much for Vince. Too much sensation for his body to handle. He was trembling and breathing was hard. His eyes weren't working right and his voice trembled as he moaned and panted. Was that still part of the act? He couldn't remember choosing to do it.

His chastity cage ached too, with a dick trying to get erect. That was the most confusing part about all of it.

Allen stopped going deeper suddenly, hilting inside of him. ``I think I've hit your limit. I can keep pushing, but it's going to be rough. You okay with that?''

``I lost the game.'' Vince said, because that's what he always said to his victims. ``I don't have a right to complain.''

``If you're sure.'' Allen said, before he pushed.

Vince groaned and felt like he would black out. He wasn't getting enough oxygen, because it felt impossible to breathe. Allen was going deeper inside of him than Vince had thought possible. But then finally, finally Vince could feel the other horse's hips touching his. He was fully inside and it couldn't have come a moment sooner. It was impossible to take anything more.

Vince had forced his victims to take an extra 3 inches.

Allen retreated and then thrust back into him. Again and again, with ferocious rhythm and relentless force.

``F-fuck...'' Vince moaned, his thoughts disappearing. He knew he was supposed to act a certain way, but he couldn't remember how or why. All that mattered was the cock going in and out of him and how good that felt. All that mattered was being a good mare for the stallion breeding him.

His cage had stopped aching, his cock unable to get hard with the constant assault on his senses. Instead it was constantly leaking pre, puddling between his legs. All of that pent-up frustration was leaking out of him in a steady stream, providing relief that he hadn't known that he'd needed. He hadn't come in days and this was the closest he had gotten to orgasm in all that time. It was better than orgasm. It just kept going and going and going.

With every thrust Vince was pushed against the bench. It was hard and uncomfortable, but somehow that only deepened his sense of being used, of passion so urgent they couldn't wait to find a better spot. The scent of their shared arousal was filling the room and it was intoxicating, filling Vince's nostrils with the same intensity that their moaning was filling his ears.

Each time that cock pushed into him, his body involuntarily made a noise that could only be described as sweet surrender. It was like a button was being pushed. Like Allen had perfect control over Vince's whole body.

It wasn't Vince who was lying there being bred. Vince was the top that stood behind the bar and lured innocent tops into his twisted games. The horse lying on that bench and taking that cock was a locked-up horny slut, discovering his place in the hierarchy of the world all the way at the bottom. Revelling at being of any service to his betters.

That horse wasn't moaning to keep up an act. That horse was moaning because it was the best he had ever felt in his life. And he never wanted this to stop.

Life would be easier if that horse was real. But in reality it was still Vince lying there. He might be pretending to be a practiced sub, but in actuality he was having his virginity obliterated by a monstrous cock. His ass ached from being used in a way it never had before, and Vince just had to keep pretending he was feeling nothing but pleasure.

Suddenly Allen shuddered. He hilted deep inside of Vince, his cock throbbing noticeably.

Vince had always imagined it would be more noticeable to have cum inside of him, but there was no sensation so deep in his body. He knew it had happened from the sounds and other feelings, but the only evidence of the seed was a slight warmth that could have been mistaken for anything else. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined. But it was real. He now knew what it was like to have someone cum inside of him, because he had made another man come as a bottom.

``Fuck, that was good.'' Allen said, slowly pulling back. ``Are you sure I wasn't too rough on you?''

``N-no...'' Vince said, trying to regain his senses. ``Just how I like it.''

``Do you have the key to your cage here?'' He said, helping Vince onto his back. The horse's hands caressed Vince's balls and the secure steel trappings of the cage. ``You clearly look like you need it and after a fucking like that, I don't think it'll take you long to get off.''

``You don't have to do that.'' Vince said.

``It'll be my pleasure, really. I don't want to leave you unsatisfied.''

Vince looked up into the earnest eyes of the horse, so much happiness on that face. None of his victims had ever looked that happy after a game before. Most of them had been desperate to come. And Vince had always said the same thing to them. ``You're not my boyfriend. I'm not going to make you jerk me off.''

``I just said it'd be my pleasure. Now come on and...''

``Don't.'' Vince said. He forced a smile on his face. ``I left the key at home. My job's to get you off. I'm happy I got to do that.''

``Alright then. If you're sure. Anything else I can get you? Some water?''

``You can head out. I just need a few minutes to clean myself up. I have to get back to work soon.''

Allen nodded. He put on his clothes and headed for the bar again. ``If this is the kind of service I can get here, I'm going to become a regular.''

Vince smiled at him, watching the horse's behind as he walked out. Part of him wanted to play the game again when he was unlocked. But it felt wrong now. Tainted. If he wanted to fuck Allen, he would just ask for it next time.

He tried to stand, only to find his legs weak and unresponsive. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through the rest of his shift.

His phone buzzed. ``Your task to stay plugged isn't over.''

Vince's face fell. Even after all that?

``Go up three sizes.''

No! Vince almost threw the phone against the wall. The blackmailer kept tormenting him. Vince was forced to go to the box and pick out one of the largest sizes. He lubed it up and was prepared to spend minutes trying to make it fit.

It went in without any issue. The only problem was how hard it was to clench around it to keep it in place.

His face was crimson as he dressed himself and walked back to the bar, his gait heavily affected by the huge cock that had been inside of him and the large plug still keeping him filled. It was keeping Allen's seed inside of him and it would keep it there until the blackmailer's 24 hour period finally ended.

He tried to go back to making drinks. He tried to go back to acting like nothing was wrong. But Allen had found a group of regulars to drink with, and Allen kept shooting him glances and grinning. Several times the group fell into laughter and then all glanced at Vince at the same time.

Allen was already talking about what had happened. Everyone would know that he'd been fucked. That he was in chastity.

He needed to finish his tasks and get the key back. If it lasted much longer, nothing would be left of his reputation but stories of what a slut he was.

Why was his cage throbbing thinking about that?

To be continued

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