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Once he’s earned it, of course.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Vince receives his final task, and with that release from his chastity prison. Once he’s earned it, of course.", "writing": "[b]The Measure of a Man\n\nChapter 6: A friend who loves you dearly[/b]\n\nFourteen days later\n\nVince rubbed at a particularly stubborn stain on one of the beer glasses. He had some time before the bar opened, and enough pent-up energy to keep cleaning as long as was needed. He was still wearing the chastity cage since he was still doing his penance. It was the longest he'd gone without an orgasm since had had figured out how to masturbate as a young teenager.\n\nWhile it had been hard at times, time had also flown by. The bruises on his ass and torso had deepened after the fight and had become stubbornly sore. Whenever horny thoughts entered his head, he just had to move the wrong way for a jolt of pain to override his building desires. He would've been worried, except his ninth task had been to go to a doctor for a check-up.\n\nHe had been told to say he'd had his first night as a sub which had gotten out of hand. It had been nerve-wracking to undress and have a doctor compliment him on the quality of his chastity cage (``I've seen much worse models; this one doesn't seem to be pinching or causing any damage at all!''), before getting a lecture on responsible sex. It had been mortifying, yet comforting to get professional confirmation that there was no permanent damage and everything would heal as long as he gave it enough rest. That was the whole point of Ned sending him there.\n\nThe horse still couldn't explain his decision, in that strange house where he'd had to fight for his life, to be holding his freedom in his hands and then give it up again. He had just intuitively understood then, which Ned later confirmed, what forces had been behind his punishment. All of those conflicting feelings of hating his blackmailer while being grateful to them too, had all been split between orchestrator Ned and aggravators Bill and Lenny.\n\nVince had been forced to quit university before he even began it. He had forced himself to quit hoping for anything more than a low-paying bartending job. For once, he wanted to finish something.\n\nAnd even though the tasks were on hold by doctor's orders, that didn't stop Ned from communicating. Vince got frequent updates on Bill and Lenny. He got deliveries of painkillers and ointments to rub on his bruises. Most nights they stayed up late talking, just like that night Ned had forced him to wear a diaper for the first time.\n\nIt wasn't the last time. Especially in the last few days, as the sharp pain had dulled to a background throbbing that reminded him more of the first hits on his ass rather than the last. The pain was low enough that it was starting to amplify his arousal instead of hampering it. He would rub his hand over his cage and know that the silicone toys were the only things that could give him pleasure. Each time he played, he performed in front of the cameras, and got a string of encouraging text messages.\n\nNed was an expert at dirty talk. He knew exactly what buttons to push. He knew when Vince needed to hear something mean and commanding. Ned's favourite way to tease was by reminding Vince that while it had been the horse's choice to give up his key, it was now completely up to Ned when he would be getting it back.\n\nWhen he wasn't overcome with hormones, he found ways to live with chastity in a practical sense. Vince had finally opened the group chat with his gym friends, trying to sneak in with a harmless comment and pretend nothing had happened. They immediately pounded him with questions. And this time Vince did his best to answer them. There was teasing and reprimands, both of which Vince tried to take in good humour. He took his licks, so he could show his face there again.\n\nMuch as he had thought about finding another gym, he did like his routine there and many of the people who worked there. Ned provided him with Bill's work schedule to make it easier to avoid him. Vince had seen him a few times, but Bill seemed to be keeping his distance. Which put him in stark contrast to many of his other friends at the gym. The tops constantly wanted to flirt with him, which worked increasingly well with how horny he was getting. The bottoms were all trying to find out where he'd gotten such a quality cage, or felt emboldened to share their own fantasies of public exposure. It might've felt stifling, but all of these comments were mixed with their familiar gym teasing and conversations. It all felt normal.\n\nVince was pulled away from his thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate. This would be it. The final task. He put down the beer glass and took out his phone, wondering what Ned had in store for him.\n\n``Play the Measuring Game.''\n\nVince had to read it again to make sure he had read it right. It would certainly be humiliating, but Vince had already played that game while wearing a chastity cage. Over the last days, Ned had been talking about the need to escalate and building the punishment up towards some grand finale for the tenth task.\n\nThere were no further instructions, which meant Vince would have to find a playmate himself. He looked at all the different people at the bar. Most were chatting and well underway in their flirting. They cast glances his way and whispered about him, the rumour mill still going strong about the night that Vince had bared his ass for all of them. For days afterwards people would come up to him and try to dom him without even greeting him first. He rebuffed them all, and people had stopped trying.\n\nHe was just considering someone, when he noticed a handsome chameleon slipping into a seat in front of him. ``Vodka Red Bull, please.''\n\n``That stuff'll kill you.'' Vince said, smirking. It had been the first time he'd seen Ned since the night they'd fought off the other blackmailers together. ``Did you want a front row seat?''\n\n``You're supposed to ask me if I've got something to celebrate.''\n\nVince wasn't sure why, but he could play along. ``Okay. So do you have something to celebrate?''\n\n``Definitely.''\n\n``Care to share?''\n\n``It's all terribly confidential. Could be in a spot of trouble if I talked openly about what I've been up to, though for once I don't think my victim minded.''\n\nVince's face began to flush as recognition set in. He'd had this conversation before.\n\nNed grinned seductively. ``And I'm not much in the mood for talking tonight, if you catch my drift.''\n\n``We don't have to talk.'' Vince easily said, sliding the drink in front of Ned. ``I'm at your service tonight. And for a handsome lizard like yourself, that can mean whatever you want it to.''\n\nThey talked, and it felt just like that first night. Vince had tried to trick Ned, but he had also genuinely enjoyed the flirting and the conversation. Ned was passionate and intelligent, and it was a pleasure to hear him talk. Even more so now that Vince had gotten to know him better. Talking into a camera or sending a text message just wasn't the same as physically seeing Ned's dominant smile when Vince flirted with him.\n\nAnd with his break coming up, it was time to escalate. ``Can I top you off?''\n\nNed halted his story, checking the time. ``I happen to know for a fact that you're not capable of topping anything at the moment.''\n\n``That's not a no.'' Vince remarked, having to readjust the way he was standing with the way his erection was throbbing inside of its steel cage. ``And for the record...''\n\n``Stop.'' Ned said.\n\nVince stumbled over his next words, his stride broken.\n\n``If you keep going now, we're going to end up in that break room, where we can't take our time and I can't hand you a key without risking anyone else seeing.''\n\n``But... that's how the game is played.''\n\n``Not tonight.'' Ned said. ``Tonight we're going to keep talking until the bar closes, and you're going to invite me back to your home.''\n\nVince could feel his face heating up. ``I've never invited someone to my place before.''\n\n``You may have been waiting two weeks for this, but so have I. And I'm not going to be hurried.''\n\n~*~\n\nVince unlocked his front door and let Ned inside. Ned was looking around like he was seeing the place for the first time, like Ned hadn't snuck in a few times already. It looked like he wanted to slowly build something, to play out the fantasy that this was their very first night meeting each other.\n\nAs if Vince could wait for that. He pulled Ned along right to the bedroom. \n\nNed let himself be dragged, but he stopped as soon as they entered the room, becoming unmovable. He pulled Vince close and kissed him. The lizard's tongue moved between Vince's lips and demanded entrance.\n\nVince was completely incapable of stopping the strong chameleon in front of him.\n\n``Undress.'' Ned said, when their lips finally parted.\n\nAnd Vince didn't hesitate. He removed each item of clothing with a practiced ease. He knew it was supposed to be harder to undress in front of someone. It wouldn't be easier just because he had done it a few dozen times in front of the camera. Yet there was nothing but comfort with Ned's dominant gaze upon him. Vince had been forced to submit by Ned's commands, and each time he had done so kicking and screaming along the way. But he had also learned that there was more pleasure in it than he could ever have imagined.\n\nBefore all of this had started, Vince would never have been capable of submitting to another man. Now he craved it. He wanted to obey and to please Ned.\n\nHe threw his underwear aside and presented his body, the cage on proud display even as it was working hard to keep Vince's excitement contained.\n\n``On your knees.'' Ned said. \n\nVince lowered himself immediately, crawling forward until he was close enough to smell Ned's excitement. \n\n``No need to hurriedly work to earn a discount this time.'' Ned said. ``Just take it slow.''\n\nVince's cheeks flushed at the memory of being naked inside of a sex shop. There had been so many people watching as the horse had given his first blowjob. He had been so busy pretending, that much of his memories were a blur. This time as he saw the cock appearing in front of him and Vince moved in to take it between his lips, he savoured every moment of it.\n\nHe had been worried for so long about whether he was a top or a bottom. He had worried about what it would say about him that he was capable of submitting. And all those worries seemed so trivial now. He had enjoyed himself dominating others. But he knew he loved this feeling of being at someone else's mercy. To wear no clothes because he was the servant who had to obey. To suck, and be too busy enjoying himself to even hear how much the man above him was moaning.\n\nNed clearly liked feeling Vince's tongue running over his cock, and it was hot to hear that enjoyment. Yet Vince's attention was on the warmth of the throbbing length pushing against the back of his throat. Vince had been locked for such a long time, and all that time he had been unable to masturbate himself. He hadn't even masturbated anyone else, all in preparation of this moment. \n\nHe reverently reached up to wrap his hands around Ned's erection. God, how he had missed feeling a cock between his fingers. After this much time had passed, it didn't matter anymore if he could stroke his own cock or someone else's. He just wanted to create pleasure.\n\nIt wasn't a surprise when he started leaking out of his cage, making a mess on his bedroom floor. It wasn't a surprise that he was whining and wanting for more of the chameleon's cock forced inside his muzzle. He wanted to serve and he wanted be used.\n\nNot because the threat of prison was looming over his head, but just because he was ordered to and he was an obedient colt.\n\nHe felt Ned's paw on the back of his head as the pace increased. It was hard to take all of it, but if Vince could manage for a stranger in a store, then he could manage it for Ned. He squeezed his own thumb tightly, giving him something else to focus on than his body protesting about the cock gagging him. He didn't care what his body thought he could handle. He didn't care if he couldn't breathe because the cock was in the way. It felt like Ned was getting closer and that was all that mattered.\n\nUntil he was suddenly pushed away. He whined and pleaded about getting to suck the cock again, even before he gulped for air. His breathing was heavy and he hadn't realised just how deeply he had been in that trance. He looked up pleadingly to Ned.\n\n``As fun as that would be, we have one final punishment to take care of first.'' He motioned towards the bed. ``Present yourself.''\n\nVince was moving even before the words fully registered, climbing on top of his bed and getting into a proper position. He had only presented himself to be fucked once before and it would've been easy to copy that position using the bed instead of the breakroom bench. Instead, by instinct, he had gotten on all fours, his legs spread, as if he was on the spanking bench in the club. That wasn't the first place Vince had been fucked, but it was the first place Ned had fucked him.\n\nIt had been two weeks and Vince wanted nothing more than to repeat it. ``Please...'' He heard himself begging, his mouth moving on its own accord.\n\n``Soon you'll get what you want.'' Ned said. ``After your spanking.''\n\nVince's body froze. He should have expected that, but he was too blinded by lust. His head flashed back to a night tied in the bar where he was pushed far beyond his limits, humiliated worse than he ever had in his life. He had needed medical intervention after that night. ``I don't know...''\n\n``We both know you liked it at first.'' Ned said, no room for argument.\n\nAnd that was true. Vince had needed to pretend a lot that night, so that people wouldn't grow suspicious he was there against his will. But there had been times where he had enjoyed himself far more greatly than he'd thought possible. The problem that night hadn't been the spanking. It had been the extend of the spanking. And... Vince trusted Ned not to go that far.\n\nVince could feel the strong lizard paw on his bottom, stroking possessively. The fingers were caressing his balls and moving over the unyielding ring of metal that was so easily seen from that angle. ``I'm going to tell you why I'm punishing you.''\n\nVince swallowed. He already knew.\n\n``It's not what you're thinking.'' Ned said. His fingers were between Vince's cheeks now, applying a steady pressure that was driving the horse mad. ``Do you have any idea how hot you look right now? How much willpower it's costing me not to pin your down and breed you until the sun comes up? This is what you've been depriving the world with your silly insistence on only topping.''\n\nThe paw came down hard, making Vince wince and moan.\n\n``This is what you've been depriving yourself.'' Ned whispered into Vince's ear. ``These feelings of belonging and this pleasure that's so much more intense because you're no longer in control.''\n\nNed's next hits were softer, but frequent and unrelenting. Vince knew his bottom was turning an increasingly intense shade of red, as his sensitivity kept rising. He wanted it to stop so that his punishment was over, and he wanted it to keep going so that he'd keep feeling so deeply owned.\n\nSuddenly Ned was done, taking a few moments to admire his work. Vince's ass was glowing, with a heat that somehow made his entire body warm.\n\nBut Vince didn't know what real heat was until he felt Ned's cock pushing against his entrance, the pressure forceful and uncompromising. Ned held Vince's tail as extra leverage, making sure the horse wasn't going anywhere. Vince didn't want to be anywhere else.\n\n``This is exactly the position you were in the last time I fucked you.'' Ned said. ``You had been loosened up by two other dicks before mine. You looked like such a slut and I couldn't help myself. I never can when I look at you.''\n\n``N-ned...'' Vince's breathing was hard. He wanted this so badly. \n\n``I had to be gentle because the other two had almost broken you. I felt guilty about the task we'd given you, and I didn't want to add to that pain. Not in your place of business when you still had the rest of the task to complete afterwards.'' Ned pushed harder. His cock was slick with lubricant, and with all the training it felt like Vince couldn't stop that cock even if he wanted to. ``But tonight I'm the first. I don't feel guilt. And I am going to breed you until you're broken.''\n\nVince swallowed. All he could do in response was push his hip back against the cock. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to be filled again. He wanted to be satisfied like no fake toy could. He needed the lizard's cock to break him.\n\nAnd he finally felt it as Ned started pushing in. Vince relaxed his hole the best he could. He'd had so much practice in it, and he wanted to be a good mare. With every inch that he took, Vince felt more and more content. This is what he had been waiting for. This was what he was made for on this earth. He knew that it was the chastity talking, but he was beyond caring. He was desperate for pleasure and he was finally getting it.\n\nHe managed to take almost all of Ned before his body protested. He hated himself for failing, but there was no time to dwell on it. Not when Ned was taking such a firm grip of his body and simply pushing past the limits.\n\n``I-I can't...'' Vince said.\n\n``You've taken me before.'' Ned said. ``I have no patience tonight.''\n\nVince let out a grunt of pain as Ned forced the last few inches inside and hilted. ``F-fuck...''\n\nVince didn't feel like he could breathe, like the chameleon's cock was pressing against his lungs. It was far more than he could handle, which was exactly what he had been craving. This was the deep itch he hadn't been able to scratch. This was the high he had been chasing with his toys fruitlessly. It wasn't just size and depth. It was the hunger in Ned's voice and the knowledge that Vince was the cause of it.\n\nNed started pulling back and thrusting back in. Small distances at first, but going harder and further every second. Vince was playing no fake role as he moaned loudly and enthusiastically, as he braced himself and tried to keep himself up in the position where he was receiving this addicting gift, where he was abused and used exactly as he deserved.\n\n``I can make this quick or I can make this last.'' Ned said, not stopping his fucking for even a moment. ``Do you want this to be over, or do you never want it to stop?''\n\nVince's head was foggy and it was hard to register the words. And then thinking about it was impossible. He did want it to stop, because he wanted to feel the lizard's seed inside of him. He wanted it to stop, because he wanted to hear the lizard climax. But after all this time waiting, he was being filled with Ned's cock and that feeling overrode all other desires. ``J-just fuck me!''\n\nInstead of egging Ned on, it made him stop. Ned pulled back, which had Vince whimpering and whining. But suddenly he felt himself handled, flipped over onto his back. Ned had the most feral grin on his face that Vince had ever seen, predatory and filled with lust. ``Say that again.''\n\nVince's face flushed. It was so much harder to say it when he was looking Ned in the eyes. ``F-fuck me.''\n\nNed put Vince's legs up on his shoulders, lining his cock up just right. He pushed himself inside without any further prompting, entering halfway before looking Vince into the eyes again. ``Louder.''\n\nVince whined, the dick filling him already clouding his head again. He just wanted it so badly. He was desperate for it. He would do anything. ``FUCK ME!''\n\nNed thrusted deeply and powerfully, hilting fully and pinning Vince's body to the bed. \n\nVince let out a scream of pure ecstasy. His muscles were weak and unresponsive, the whole world falling away other than that singular lizard cock touching the parts of him hidden deep.\n\nNed used his body weight to pull back and thrust into the horse again and again, deeper and harder each time. He was grunting with each thrust, trouble keeping his eyes open as pleasure was written on his face.\n\nSuddenly he hilted deep and his breathing deepened. Vince was sure he would feel the lizard's seed inside of him, but that feeling didn't come. Ned held his breath. He seemed to clench every muscle in his body like he was on the precipice of a great orgasm, yet was still holding back. After a few moments, he started breathing again, panting deeply.\n\n``I didn't think I'd be able to hold back.'' Ned admitted between heavy breaths. ``I'm pent up and you're the hottest thing I've ever seen.'' He ran his paws over the horse's muscular body, rubbing over pecs and abs and strong thighs. His fingers lingered at the cage between Vince's legs, slick with the horse's lust.\n\nVince whined, unable to form any words. The break was slowly allowing thoughts to form again in his head, but more than anything he was feeling an unquenchable desire for more. It felt good to be fucked and he wanted it to continue.\n\n``So eager to be my mare.'' Ned smirked, his hands slipping down to Vince's reddened butt cheeks. They were still sensitive and made Vince whimper pathetically when touched. ``I know a slut like you won't be satisfied if I finish quickly. You don't just want to have the key back, you want to earn it. And trust me when I say I'll make you work for it.''\n\nNed brought himself to the brink three more times, each time stopping just in time, each time making Vince plead and beg with moans and whines to finally be rewarded with the lizard's seed. It was only after the fifth intense fucking session, deep into the night, Vince's ass broken and utterly tamed, that finally Ned reached a point he couldn't stop himself anymore. He finished in deep strong thrusts that pushed his warm cum as deep into Vince as Ned possibly could.\n\nVince simply collapsed as Ned finally pulled out, a completely broken mess. After all this, there was only one thing on his mind, and he got it when Ned pulled out the key and unlocked the chastity cage.\n\nVince's cock started growing right away, finally free from its prison. Vince had assumed it would become harder than it had ever been in his life, except it only reached half its usual size, as if it had been punished so often for wanting to grow that it was now still careful and suspicious.\n\nVince tried to reach a hand down, but his arms were too tired. He looked at Ned pleadingly.\n\n``I'm not going to make you cum.'' Ned said. ``I'm not your boyfriend.''\n\nVince's expression fell, recognising the reprimand as the one he always gave the people he played with. For all that Vince had imagined and fantasised, this was still just a punishment for him and Ned just his blackmailer.\n\n``...yet.''\n\nVince blinked at the lizard. ``What?''\n\n``I have reservations for dinner next Tuesday. We'll see how it goes from there, though I'm expecting you to show up locked and ready to hand over your key if you're anyway serious.''\n\nA smile crept over the horse's face that he couldn't control. He hadn't been mistaken. And this wasn't the end. He tried to move, but his muscles weren't cooperating. The only body part that was moving was between his legs, and it was twitching with need. He looked to Ned. ``If you were my boyfriend, then how would you help me?'' \n\n``After a night like this?'' Ned hesitated. Then he looked around the room and stepped towards Vince's nightstand. He rummaged through the drawers. ``First, I'd put a nice thick plug between your legs to keep my seed inside of you.'' He threw a plug onto the bed, that landed next to Vince.\n\nThe horse blushed, but he forced his hand to move. He grabbed it and pushed it against his opening which was still slick with the lube of their sex. It slid in so easily until it got to its thickest part. But even that was swallowed obediently by his bottom, like it wanted to please as badly as the horse did. \n\n``Then I'd insist you wear something cute while we cuddle for the night.''\n\nVince wasn't surprised to feel the diaper tossed against his body, though the surprise did little to dampen the humiliation. It was one thing to wear them in front of a camera, but a whole other thing to wear them in front of a live person watching him. Yet again there was no hesitation. He unfolded the diaper and slid it under his hips.\n\n``Stop.''\n\nVince's hands froze and he looked up at the chameleon.\n\nNed was eyeing Vince with lust, like he was fully ready to fuck Vince again. As if Vince could survive another round.\n\n``Wh-what?''\n\nNed didn't say anything as he crept forward, kneeling on the bed between Vince's legs. His hands ran over Vince's thighs possessively, and Vince was struck by the sudden thought how hot it would be to be put into these diapers by someone else. How small and submissive that would make him feel. ``I wouldn't put you in a dry diaper.''\n\nVince wasn't sure what that meant, not until Ned was pulling his dick from his underwear and pointing it at the horse's crotch. Not until he felt the warm urine hitting his balls and streaming down onto the waiting diaper beneath him.\n\n``I wouldn't waste this opportunity to mark you as my own. To make sure you know those blue balls and that growing erection belong to me, and its only free because I'm allowing it to be free.''\n\nVince whined, his breathing deepening. His cock was getting harder and harder. \n\nNed finished with a content sigh and got up again to continue getting dressed. ``Now you can tape that up.''\n\nThe horse's hands were trembling from the intensity of it, trying so hard to focus on just completing the task set for him. But it was so hard when taping up meant pressing that soggy diaper against his skin, and making himself so much harder. His cock was pressed hard against his belly by the diaper's plastic. ``Wh-what next?''\n\n``I'd use my hands here, rubbing your diaper and stroking your dick. Which I'll leave you to do for yourself.'' Ned grabbed his coat.\n\n``Don't leave yet.'' Vince pleaded.\n\nNed hesitated by the door. ``Why not?''\n\n``I want you to see.'' Vince said with a blush. ``But I won't be able to wait until you're home watching on the cameras.''\n\n``And what would I be looking at?''\n\n``Almost three weeks of pent-up frustration.'' Vince said. He reached for his dick, but he hesitated. After all that had just happened, there was a chance that if he started stroking himself, he would finish within seconds. And that wasn't the show he wanted to put on.\n\nHis muscles were obeying him again, so he got up on the bed and straddled a pillow between his legs. And then he started humping it. If he anyway felt like a top, he might imagine finally having a sub under him again. Instead, he felt like a pet rutting against an owner's leg. Every time he rubbed himself against the pillow, he could hear the crinkling of his diaper and feel the soggy padding against his sensitive skin. It hugged the base of his dick, his balls and his spanked bottom, all with Ned's ownership. And every simulated thrust had him clenching against that plug keeping his tailhole stretched.\n\n``I changed my mind. This is what I'd want to see if I were your boyfriend.'' Ned said. ``I'd get you a big plushie especially meant for humping.''\n\nThat sounded so nice. Vince moved his hips back and front frantically, his cock pressed against his pillow while he imagined Ned ordering him to show off. He imagined a future where he had forgotten how to stroke his cock because Ned fucked him whenever he was horny, while this kind of humping was the only form of masturbation allowed for him.\n\nVince didn't last long. It was more than the few seconds he would've gotten if he'd jerked off, but nowhere close to the amount of time Ned had been able to stall. Vince wasn't capable of edging himself, not after three weeks of denial. The moment he felt his orgasm coming, he knew it was an inevitability. He increased his pace, clenched hard around his plug, and then let out a large shuddering moan as he plastered the pillow with his seed in shot after shot of hard-earned ecstasy.\n\nVince breathed deeply, once again ready to collapse. This time, he gave in to the urge completely. He didn't care about the sticky mess he had made. He barely cared enough to keep his eyes open long enough to let his dick shrink enough that he could stuff it back into the diaper.\n\nNed shut off the light for him. ``I'll see you Tuesday.''\n\nVince nodded, looking after the chameleon with a smile. There was no doubt in his mind that he would go. Nor that he'd feel any hesitation at all handing over his key again. He'd just had the best orgasm in his life, and this was something he needed to continue to explore.\n\nHe fell asleep soon after, not even realising he'd forgotten to take out the plug.\n\n~*~\n\nFive years later\n\nVince grumbled, rubbing his eyes. His attempts of morning wood were aching against his unyielding chastity cage, his dick no doubt eager to earn its weekly release. The horse licked his lips, already tasting Ned's cock on his tongue. He'd become very good at sucking off his chameleon husband to completion every Sunday morning, motivated by the key dangling off the chain around Ned's Neck.\n\nHe reached for Ned now, only to find an empty bed. That was strange. While Ned kept even stranger hours for his work than Vince did, Ned always made sure they woke up together on Sundays. Ever since they'd bought a home together, no matter if they were arguing about something, or experimenting with some new kink, the Sunday mornings had been a constant.\n\nIt worried Vince and he grabbed his phone. There weren't any messages. But as soon as he checked, a message popped up. ``Happy anniversary. I left you a present in the kitchen.''\n\nThat was right. It was a year since they'd gotten married, to the day. They'd talked about making dinner plans, but Ned had said he just wanted a quiet day in the house, just the two of them. It'd disappointed Vince at the time, but he'd put it out of mind. It seemed Ned just hadn't wanted Vince's suggestions to get in the way of the chameleon's plans.\n\nThe timing of the message was suspicious, though it was easy to understand it. Vince eyed the security camera in the corner of the room. It was one of the peculiarities that Vince had fully gotten used to over time. No matter what Ned was working on, he always had a monitor set up to watch Vince. There were cameras all over the house, and Ned had hacked into the cameras on the streets and the bar and gym.\n\nNed always liked watching. Vince felt strange about that, but also indescribably satisfied. Ned never got bored of him. Ned loved him so much that the best way for him to concentrate on his work was if he could also see Vince any time he liked. Vince knew that if he ever had a serious objection to it, Ned would stop. But Vince enjoyed showing off too much. He liked it that when he rode a dildo in the bathroom to get the edge off, there was a good chance Ned would suddenly walk in demanding Vince take care of the erection he was responsible for causing.\n\nIt wasn't just the cameras that Vince had needed to get used to. Living together had presented a host of challenges from the mundane to the fantastical. Simply having to communicate about staying late at the bar or having to coordinate dinner plans had proved to be a challenge. Vince had gone from his parents' house with his dictating parents to his own apartment where he had to take care of everything himself. There had been freedom in leaving out dirty dishes until he felt like cleaning them, or deciding last minute to have cereal for dinner because he didn't feel like doing the groceries. But Vince had realised that freedom had been loneliness too.\n\nHe had bought into the delusion that men had to be assertive to matter. He had carved out his own happiness into the world painstakingly, not caring who got hurt in the progress. It had felt good to do what he liked. But it was nothing compared to the joy of making someone else happy. Vince wasn't Ned's house servant, but they divided the chores evenly and Vince enjoyed making food that someone else would eat, cleaning so they both lived in an organised home, and doing laundry so Ned wouldn't have to walk around in unwashed clothes. That had been Ned's biggest weakness: getting caught up in a project and forgetting everything else in the world so that he'd have to wear a dirty t-shirt to business meetings with important clients.\n\nVince loved those small moments where Ned panicked as he realised he had forgotten to take care of something, only for Vince to reassure him that the horse had already done it.\n\nAnd then there were the more fantastical areas of their life. Vince would never have imagined he'd enjoy being caged for most days of the week, or that he'd enjoy being a permanent sub, or that he'd enjoy wearing a diaper to bed whenever Ned ordered him to. He had spent his adult life being a dominant top, was then forced to admit he was a switch, and now spent most of his life as a submissive bottom.\n\nAnd it was all Ned's fault.\n\nNot for lack of trying. Ned had offered several times to bottom so they could experiment switching positions for a night. Each time Vince had been eager and had tried to get into a head space where he could be in charge again. Yet each time Vince had failed. Vince couldn't be dominant enough, which led to Ned probing Vince's defences playfully to goad a dominant response. Vince somehow never took the excuse to punish the lizard, instead giving up ground bit by bit. Each night had ended up with Ned fucking Vince senseless after the lizard decided a punishment was in order to teach Vince his place again. Usually he ended up locked without even getting a chance to come. And he loved every humiliating second of it.\n\nThe only time Vince got to top now was if they picked up a sub from the bar and joined forces to wreck them. Vince was definitely a switch and he could still top. Just not Ned. Ned was Vince's husband and partner, daddy and master. All intertwined in a mesmerizing and confusing collage that had become Vince's life.\n\nIt was a strange way to be happy that Vince had never envisioned for himself. But in the end he trusted Ned completely and unquestioningly. His sex life was better for submitting to the chameleon, and his real life was vastly improved when he listened to Ned.\n\nWhich also extended to the message that day. Vince got up out of the bed, his diaper sagging between his legs. He couldn't resist squeezing it a little, enjoying the sensation. His aching cage was making him so frustrated. His dick had been expecting a release. It put Vince on edge for anything that was even vaguely arousing.\n\nThe horse waddled to the kitchen table and found a box there. He quickly opened it to find a pair of baby blue plastic pants. He'd been eyeing them online as a way to have an extra security against leaking. This pair had been modified though, the elastic waistband removed and replaced with a delicate steel chain. There was a padlock in the box that would fit perfectly to keep it tightly on Vince's body. They key was missing.\n\nBut there was a card. \n\nGet changed and put this on. You're going outside today.\n\nVince's cheeks blushed up.\n\n~*~\n\nThe shower had done little to cool Vince's excitement. He had put on a new diaper and then tried on the plastic pants. They were just the right amount of see-through that they showed the brand of diaper underneath if you knew what to look for, but hiding them from any casual observer. They were tight and pressed the padding against his skin, but could expand enough to accommodate the diaper as it got wetter. The next step was the padlock, and it was strange just how easy it was to put on. He was fully aware of the control he was giving up, yet he knew that they were in Ned's trustworthy hands.\n\nEven if it meant going outside in a diaper, something he had never done before.\n\nHe went to his closet to get dressed, only to find an outfit laid out for him that made him freeze in embarrassment. It was the colourful rainbow onesie that Vince had only worn on special occasions, together with the custom-made overalls that had snaps in the crotch for easier changes. Both were stealthy garments in theory, but Vince had never worn them outside of the bedroom. He stared at the clothes, hesitating on whether he should actually put them on.\n\nHe heard his phone buzz. His first instinct was to look at the camera in the corner. Ned really was watching him still. He grabbed his phone and saw there was no text, just images. Images that almost made Vince drop his phone. They were stills taken from the camera mounted in the corner, each more embarrassing than the last. As soon as he had seen them all, another file came in, which was a video. It featured the turning point of the last time Vince had tried to top Ned, specifically the point where Vince had begged Ned to lock up his dick forever and fuck his brains out.\n\n``I'll post these images and the video on your AD account if you don't behave today. Just imagine how much your followers will tease you.''\n\nVince whined. He had been deliberating maybe possibly putting up a single photo of his caged crotch to accompany the posts of his horny thoughts. Such a torrent of embarrassing photos and video would be a huge humiliation.\n\n``You're going to dress like a good little colt and go to the first destination of the day. I've got ten stops for you, so you'd better hurry. I'll be waiting with your diaper change at location ten.''\n\nVince got dressed with a crimson face. It was abundantly clear what Ned had decided their first anniversary should be a recreation of how their relationship had started. This time the blackmail was motivating, but not life-threatening. This time Vince was a reluctant sub, instead of a top in denial. And this time the challenges would be about the diapers instead of the chastity.\n\nHis cage was straining, a locked dick inside of a locked diaper. He felt scared for the day, but it was the good kind of scared. Ned was good at making Vince want to perform well, pushing the horse into being better than he was before. He felt his body filling up with anxiety as he walked out the door looking like an overgrown toddler, but he pushed through it. \n\nHe knew he'd hate the humiliation, but also that he'd be strong enough to get through it. He knew it'd be a day of suffering, and in that suffering he would learn about pleasures he had never known. He knew he'd fear the judgements of others all day, that it would cloud his own judgment, and that a straining cage would betray how much his body liked it. \n\nNed would be watching him every step of the way. Ned thought Vince could do it, so Vince would trust his husband. \n\nIt would be so scary.\n\nBut what is the measure of a man, if not the courage to try something new?\n\n[b]The End[/b]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Measure of a Man

Chapter 6: A friend who loves you dearly

Fourteen days later

Vince rubbed at a particularly stubborn stain on one of the beer glasses. He had some time before the bar opened, and enough pent-up energy to keep cleaning as long as was needed. He was still wearing the chastity cage since he was still doing his penance. It was the longest he'd gone without an orgasm since had had figured out how to masturbate as a young teenager.

While it had been hard at times, time had also flown by. The bruises on his ass and torso had deepened after the fight and had become stubbornly sore. Whenever horny thoughts entered his head, he just had to move the wrong way for a jolt of pain to override his building desires. He would've been worried, except his ninth task had been to go to a doctor for a check-up.

He had been told to say he'd had his first night as a sub which had gotten out of hand. It had been nerve-wracking to undress and have a doctor compliment him on the quality of his chastity cage (``I've seen much worse models; this one doesn't seem to be pinching or causing any damage at all!''), before getting a lecture on responsible sex. It had been mortifying, yet comforting to get professional confirmation that there was no permanent damage and everything would heal as long as he gave it enough rest. That was the whole point of Ned sending him there.

The horse still couldn't explain his decision, in that strange house where he'd had to fight for his life, to be holding his freedom in his hands and then give it up again. He had just intuitively understood then, which Ned later confirmed, what forces had been behind his punishment. All of those conflicting feelings of hating his blackmailer while being grateful to them too, had all been split between orchestrator Ned and aggravators Bill and Lenny.

Vince had been forced to quit university before he even began it. He had forced himself to quit hoping for anything more than a low-paying bartending job. For once, he wanted to finish something.

And even though the tasks were on hold by doctor's orders, that didn't stop Ned from communicating. Vince got frequent updates on Bill and Lenny. He got deliveries of painkillers and ointments to rub on his bruises. Most nights they stayed up late talking, just like that night Ned had forced him to wear a diaper for the first time.

It wasn't the last time. Especially in the last few days, as the sharp pain had dulled to a background throbbing that reminded him more of the first hits on his ass rather than the last. The pain was low enough that it was starting to amplify his arousal instead of hampering it. He would rub his hand over his cage and know that the silicone toys were the only things that could give him pleasure. Each time he played, he performed in front of the cameras, and got a string of encouraging text messages.

Ned was an expert at dirty talk. He knew exactly what buttons to push. He knew when Vince needed to hear something mean and commanding. Ned's favourite way to tease was by reminding Vince that while it had been the horse's choice to give up his key, it was now completely up to Ned when he would be getting it back.

When he wasn't overcome with hormones, he found ways to live with chastity in a practical sense. Vince had finally opened the group chat with his gym friends, trying to sneak in with a harmless comment and pretend nothing had happened. They immediately pounded him with questions. And this time Vince did his best to answer them. There was teasing and reprimands, both of which Vince tried to take in good humour. He took his licks, so he could show his face there again.

Much as he had thought about finding another gym, he did like his routine there and many of the people who worked there. Ned provided him with Bill's work schedule to make it easier to avoid him. Vince had seen him a few times, but Bill seemed to be keeping his distance. Which put him in stark contrast to many of his other friends at the gym. The tops constantly wanted to flirt with him, which worked increasingly well with how horny he was getting. The bottoms were all trying to find out where he'd gotten such a quality cage, or felt emboldened to share their own fantasies of public exposure. It might've felt stifling, but all of these comments were mixed with their familiar gym teasing and conversations. It all felt normal.

Vince was pulled away from his thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate. This would be it. The final task. He put down the beer glass and took out his phone, wondering what Ned had in store for him.

``Play the Measuring Game.''

Vince had to read it again to make sure he had read it right. It would certainly be humiliating, but Vince had already played that game while wearing a chastity cage. Over the last days, Ned had been talking about the need to escalate and building the punishment up towards some grand finale for the tenth task.

There were no further instructions, which meant Vince would have to find a playmate himself. He looked at all the different people at the bar. Most were chatting and well underway in their flirting. They cast glances his way and whispered about him, the rumour mill still going strong about the night that Vince had bared his ass for all of them. For days afterwards people would come up to him and try to dom him without even greeting him first. He rebuffed them all, and people had stopped trying.

He was just considering someone, when he noticed a handsome chameleon slipping into a seat in front of him. ``Vodka Red Bull, please.''

``That stuff'll kill you.'' Vince said, smirking. It had been the first time he'd seen Ned since the night they'd fought off the other blackmailers together. ``Did you want a front row seat?''

``You're supposed to ask me if I've got something to celebrate.''

Vince wasn't sure why, but he could play along. ``Okay. So do you have something to celebrate?''

``Definitely.''

``Care to share?''

``It's all terribly confidential. Could be in a spot of trouble if I talked openly about what I've been up to, though for once I don't think my victim minded.''

Vince's face began to flush as recognition set in. He'd had this conversation before.

Ned grinned seductively. ``And I'm not much in the mood for talking tonight, if you catch my drift.''

``We don't have to talk.'' Vince easily said, sliding the drink in front of Ned. ``I'm at your service tonight. And for a handsome lizard like yourself, that can mean whatever you want it to.''

They talked, and it felt just like that first night. Vince had tried to trick Ned, but he had also genuinely enjoyed the flirting and the conversation. Ned was passionate and intelligent, and it was a pleasure to hear him talk. Even more so now that Vince had gotten to know him better. Talking into a camera or sending a text message just wasn't the same as physically seeing Ned's dominant smile when Vince flirted with him.

And with his break coming up, it was time to escalate. ``Can I top you off?''

Ned halted his story, checking the time. ``I happen to know for a fact that you're not capable of topping anything at the moment.''

``That's not a no.'' Vince remarked, having to readjust the way he was standing with the way his erection was throbbing inside of its steel cage. ``And for the record...''

``Stop.'' Ned said.

Vince stumbled over his next words, his stride broken.

``If you keep going now, we're going to end up in that break room, where we can't take our time and I can't hand you a key without risking anyone else seeing.''

``But... that's how the game is played.''

``Not tonight.'' Ned said. ``Tonight we're going to keep talking until the bar closes, and you're going to invite me back to your home.''

Vince could feel his face heating up. ``I've never invited someone to my place before.''

``You may have been waiting two weeks for this, but so have I. And I'm not going to be hurried.''

~*~

Vince unlocked his front door and let Ned inside. Ned was looking around like he was seeing the place for the first time, like Ned hadn't snuck in a few times already. It looked like he wanted to slowly build something, to play out the fantasy that this was their very first night meeting each other.

As if Vince could wait for that. He pulled Ned along right to the bedroom.

Ned let himself be dragged, but he stopped as soon as they entered the room, becoming unmovable. He pulled Vince close and kissed him. The lizard's tongue moved between Vince's lips and demanded entrance.

Vince was completely incapable of stopping the strong chameleon in front of him.

``Undress.'' Ned said, when their lips finally parted.

And Vince didn't hesitate. He removed each item of clothing with a practiced ease. He knew it was supposed to be harder to undress in front of someone. It wouldn't be easier just because he had done it a few dozen times in front of the camera. Yet there was nothing but comfort with Ned's dominant gaze upon him. Vince had been forced to submit by Ned's commands, and each time he had done so kicking and screaming along the way. But he had also learned that there was more pleasure in it than he could ever have imagined.

Before all of this had started, Vince would never have been capable of submitting to another man. Now he craved it. He wanted to obey and to please Ned.

He threw his underwear aside and presented his body, the cage on proud display even as it was working hard to keep Vince's excitement contained.

``On your knees.'' Ned said.

Vince lowered himself immediately, crawling forward until he was close enough to smell Ned's excitement.

``No need to hurriedly work to earn a discount this time.'' Ned said. ``Just take it slow.''

Vince's cheeks flushed at the memory of being naked inside of a sex shop. There had been so many people watching as the horse had given his first blowjob. He had been so busy pretending, that much of his memories were a blur. This time as he saw the cock appearing in front of him and Vince moved in to take it between his lips, he savoured every moment of it.

He had been worried for so long about whether he was a top or a bottom. He had worried about what it would say about him that he was capable of submitting. And all those worries seemed so trivial now. He had enjoyed himself dominating others. But he knew he loved this feeling of being at someone else's mercy. To wear no clothes because he was the servant who had to obey. To suck, and be too busy enjoying himself to even hear how much the man above him was moaning.

Ned clearly liked feeling Vince's tongue running over his cock, and it was hot to hear that enjoyment. Yet Vince's attention was on the warmth of the throbbing length pushing against the back of his throat. Vince had been locked for such a long time, and all that time he had been unable to masturbate himself. He hadn't even masturbated anyone else, all in preparation of this moment.

He reverently reached up to wrap his hands around Ned's erection. God, how he had missed feeling a cock between his fingers. After this much time had passed, it didn't matter anymore if he could stroke his own cock or someone else's. He just wanted to create pleasure.

It wasn't a surprise when he started leaking out of his cage, making a mess on his bedroom floor. It wasn't a surprise that he was whining and wanting for more of the chameleon's cock forced inside his muzzle. He wanted to serve and he wanted be used.

Not because the threat of prison was looming over his head, but just because he was ordered to and he was an obedient colt.

He felt Ned's paw on the back of his head as the pace increased. It was hard to take all of it, but if Vince could manage for a stranger in a store, then he could manage it for Ned. He squeezed his own thumb tightly, giving him something else to focus on than his body protesting about the cock gagging him. He didn't care what his body thought he could handle. He didn't care if he couldn't breathe because the cock was in the way. It felt like Ned was getting closer and that was all that mattered.

Until he was suddenly pushed away. He whined and pleaded about getting to suck the cock again, even before he gulped for air. His breathing was heavy and he hadn't realised just how deeply he had been in that trance. He looked up pleadingly to Ned.

``As fun as that would be, we have one final punishment to take care of first.'' He motioned towards the bed. ``Present yourself.''

Vince was moving even before the words fully registered, climbing on top of his bed and getting into a proper position. He had only presented himself to be fucked once before and it would've been easy to copy that position using the bed instead of the breakroom bench. Instead, by instinct, he had gotten on all fours, his legs spread, as if he was on the spanking bench in the club. That wasn't the first place Vince had been fucked, but it was the first place Ned had fucked him.

It had been two weeks and Vince wanted nothing more than to repeat it. ``Please...'' He heard himself begging, his mouth moving on its own accord.

``Soon you'll get what you want.'' Ned said. ``After your spanking.''

Vince's body froze. He should have expected that, but he was too blinded by lust. His head flashed back to a night tied in the bar where he was pushed far beyond his limits, humiliated worse than he ever had in his life. He had needed medical intervention after that night. ``I don't know...''

``We both know you liked it at first.'' Ned said, no room for argument.

And that was true. Vince had needed to pretend a lot that night, so that people wouldn't grow suspicious he was there against his will. But there had been times where he had enjoyed himself far more greatly than he'd thought possible. The problem that night hadn't been the spanking. It had been the extend of the spanking. And... Vince trusted Ned not to go that far.

Vince could feel the strong lizard paw on his bottom, stroking possessively. The fingers were caressing his balls and moving over the unyielding ring of metal that was so easily seen from that angle. ``I'm going to tell you why I'm punishing you.''

Vince swallowed. He already knew.

``It's not what you're thinking.'' Ned said. His fingers were between Vince's cheeks now, applying a steady pressure that was driving the horse mad. ``Do you have any idea how hot you look right now? How much willpower it's costing me not to pin your down and breed you until the sun comes up? This is what you've been depriving the world with your silly insistence on only topping.''

The paw came down hard, making Vince wince and moan.

``This is what you've been depriving yourself.'' Ned whispered into Vince's ear. ``These feelings of belonging and this pleasure that's so much more intense because you're no longer in control.''

Ned's next hits were softer, but frequent and unrelenting. Vince knew his bottom was turning an increasingly intense shade of red, as his sensitivity kept rising. He wanted it to stop so that his punishment was over, and he wanted it to keep going so that he'd keep feeling so deeply owned.

Suddenly Ned was done, taking a few moments to admire his work. Vince's ass was glowing, with a heat that somehow made his entire body warm.

But Vince didn't know what real heat was until he felt Ned's cock pushing against his entrance, the pressure forceful and uncompromising. Ned held Vince's tail as extra leverage, making sure the horse wasn't going anywhere. Vince didn't want to be anywhere else.

``This is exactly the position you were in the last time I fucked you.'' Ned said. ``You had been loosened up by two other dicks before mine. You looked like such a slut and I couldn't help myself. I never can when I look at you.''

``N-ned...'' Vince's breathing was hard. He wanted this so badly.

``I had to be gentle because the other two had almost broken you. I felt guilty about the task we'd given you, and I didn't want to add to that pain. Not in your place of business when you still had the rest of the task to complete afterwards.'' Ned pushed harder. His cock was slick with lubricant, and with all the training it felt like Vince couldn't stop that cock even if he wanted to. ``But tonight I'm the first. I don't feel guilt. And I am going to breed you until you're broken.''

Vince swallowed. All he could do in response was push his hip back against the cock. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to be filled again. He wanted to be satisfied like no fake toy could. He needed the lizard's cock to break him.

And he finally felt it as Ned started pushing in. Vince relaxed his hole the best he could. He'd had so much practice in it, and he wanted to be a good mare. With every inch that he took, Vince felt more and more content. This is what he had been waiting for. This was what he was made for on this earth. He knew that it was the chastity talking, but he was beyond caring. He was desperate for pleasure and he was finally getting it.

He managed to take almost all of Ned before his body protested. He hated himself for failing, but there was no time to dwell on it. Not when Ned was taking such a firm grip of his body and simply pushing past the limits.

``I-I can't...'' Vince said.

``You've taken me before.'' Ned said. ``I have no patience tonight.''

Vince let out a grunt of pain as Ned forced the last few inches inside and hilted. ``F-fuck...''

Vince didn't feel like he could breathe, like the chameleon's cock was pressing against his lungs. It was far more than he could handle, which was exactly what he had been craving. This was the deep itch he hadn't been able to scratch. This was the high he had been chasing with his toys fruitlessly. It wasn't just size and depth. It was the hunger in Ned's voice and the knowledge that Vince was the cause of it.

Ned started pulling back and thrusting back in. Small distances at first, but going harder and further every second. Vince was playing no fake role as he moaned loudly and enthusiastically, as he braced himself and tried to keep himself up in the position where he was receiving this addicting gift, where he was abused and used exactly as he deserved.

``I can make this quick or I can make this last.'' Ned said, not stopping his fucking for even a moment. ``Do you want this to be over, or do you never want it to stop?''

Vince's head was foggy and it was hard to register the words. And then thinking about it was impossible. He did want it to stop, because he wanted to feel the lizard's seed inside of him. He wanted it to stop, because he wanted to hear the lizard climax. But after all this time waiting, he was being filled with Ned's cock and that feeling overrode all other desires. ``J-just fuck me!''

Instead of egging Ned on, it made him stop. Ned pulled back, which had Vince whimpering and whining. But suddenly he felt himself handled, flipped over onto his back. Ned had the most feral grin on his face that Vince had ever seen, predatory and filled with lust. ``Say that again.''

Vince's face flushed. It was so much harder to say it when he was looking Ned in the eyes. ``F-fuck me.''

Ned put Vince's legs up on his shoulders, lining his cock up just right. He pushed himself inside without any further prompting, entering halfway before looking Vince into the eyes again. ``Louder.''

Vince whined, the dick filling him already clouding his head again. He just wanted it so badly. He was desperate for it. He would do anything. ``FUCK ME!''

Ned thrusted deeply and powerfully, hilting fully and pinning Vince's body to the bed.

Vince let out a scream of pure ecstasy. His muscles were weak and unresponsive, the whole world falling away other than that singular lizard cock touching the parts of him hidden deep.

Ned used his body weight to pull back and thrust into the horse again and again, deeper and harder each time. He was grunting with each thrust, trouble keeping his eyes open as pleasure was written on his face.

Suddenly he hilted deep and his breathing deepened. Vince was sure he would feel the lizard's seed inside of him, but that feeling didn't come. Ned held his breath. He seemed to clench every muscle in his body like he was on the precipice of a great orgasm, yet was still holding back. After a few moments, he started breathing again, panting deeply.

``I didn't think I'd be able to hold back.'' Ned admitted between heavy breaths. ``I'm pent up and you're the hottest thing I've ever seen.'' He ran his paws over the horse's muscular body, rubbing over pecs and abs and strong thighs. His fingers lingered at the cage between Vince's legs, slick with the horse's lust.

Vince whined, unable to form any words. The break was slowly allowing thoughts to form again in his head, but more than anything he was feeling an unquenchable desire for more. It felt good to be fucked and he wanted it to continue.

``So eager to be my mare.'' Ned smirked, his hands slipping down to Vince's reddened butt cheeks. They were still sensitive and made Vince whimper pathetically when touched. ``I know a slut like you won't be satisfied if I finish quickly. You don't just want to have the key back, you want to earn it. And trust me when I say I'll make you work for it.''

Ned brought himself to the brink three more times, each time stopping just in time, each time making Vince plead and beg with moans and whines to finally be rewarded with the lizard's seed. It was only after the fifth intense fucking session, deep into the night, Vince's ass broken and utterly tamed, that finally Ned reached a point he couldn't stop himself anymore. He finished in deep strong thrusts that pushed his warm cum as deep into Vince as Ned possibly could.

Vince simply collapsed as Ned finally pulled out, a completely broken mess. After all this, there was only one thing on his mind, and he got it when Ned pulled out the key and unlocked the chastity cage.

Vince's cock started growing right away, finally free from its prison. Vince had assumed it would become harder than it had ever been in his life, except it only reached half its usual size, as if it had been punished so often for wanting to grow that it was now still careful and suspicious.

Vince tried to reach a hand down, but his arms were too tired. He looked at Ned pleadingly.

``I'm not going to make you cum.'' Ned said. ``I'm not your boyfriend.''

Vince's expression fell, recognising the reprimand as the one he always gave the people he played with. For all that Vince had imagined and fantasised, this was still just a punishment for him and Ned just his blackmailer.

``...yet.''

Vince blinked at the lizard. ``What?''

``I have reservations for dinner next Tuesday. We'll see how it goes from there, though I'm expecting you to show up locked and ready to hand over your key if you're anyway serious.''

A smile crept over the horse's face that he couldn't control. He hadn't been mistaken. And this wasn't the end. He tried to move, but his muscles weren't cooperating. The only body part that was moving was between his legs, and it was twitching with need. He looked to Ned. ``If you were my boyfriend, then how would you help me?''

``After a night like this?'' Ned hesitated. Then he looked around the room and stepped towards Vince's nightstand. He rummaged through the drawers. ``First, I'd put a nice thick plug between your legs to keep my seed inside of you.'' He threw a plug onto the bed, that landed next to Vince.

The horse blushed, but he forced his hand to move. He grabbed it and pushed it against his opening which was still slick with the lube of their sex. It slid in so easily until it got to its thickest part. But even that was swallowed obediently by his bottom, like it wanted to please as badly as the horse did.

``Then I'd insist you wear something cute while we cuddle for the night.''

Vince wasn't surprised to feel the diaper tossed against his body, though the surprise did little to dampen the humiliation. It was one thing to wear them in front of a camera, but a whole other thing to wear them in front of a live person watching him. Yet again there was no hesitation. He unfolded the diaper and slid it under his hips.

``Stop.''

Vince's hands froze and he looked up at the chameleon.

Ned was eyeing Vince with lust, like he was fully ready to fuck Vince again. As if Vince could survive another round.

``Wh-what?''

Ned didn't say anything as he crept forward, kneeling on the bed between Vince's legs. His hands ran over Vince's thighs possessively, and Vince was struck by the sudden thought how hot it would be to be put into these diapers by someone else. How small and submissive that would make him feel. ``I wouldn't put you in a dry diaper.''

Vince wasn't sure what that meant, not until Ned was pulling his dick from his underwear and pointing it at the horse's crotch. Not until he felt the warm urine hitting his balls and streaming down onto the waiting diaper beneath him.

``I wouldn't waste this opportunity to mark you as my own. To make sure you know those blue balls and that growing erection belong to me, and its only free because I'm allowing it to be free.''

Vince whined, his breathing deepening. His cock was getting harder and harder.

Ned finished with a content sigh and got up again to continue getting dressed. ``Now you can tape that up.''

The horse's hands were trembling from the intensity of it, trying so hard to focus on just completing the task set for him. But it was so hard when taping up meant pressing that soggy diaper against his skin, and making himself so much harder. His cock was pressed hard against his belly by the diaper's plastic. ``Wh-what next?''

``I'd use my hands here, rubbing your diaper and stroking your dick. Which I'll leave you to do for yourself.'' Ned grabbed his coat.

``Don't leave yet.'' Vince pleaded.

Ned hesitated by the door. ``Why not?''

``I want you to see.'' Vince said with a blush. ``But I won't be able to wait until you're home watching on the cameras.''

``And what would I be looking at?''

``Almost three weeks of pent-up frustration.'' Vince said. He reached for his dick, but he hesitated. After all that had just happened, there was a chance that if he started stroking himself, he would finish within seconds. And that wasn't the show he wanted to put on.

His muscles were obeying him again, so he got up on the bed and straddled a pillow between his legs. And then he started humping it. If he anyway felt like a top, he might imagine finally having a sub under him again. Instead, he felt like a pet rutting against an owner's leg. Every time he rubbed himself against the pillow, he could hear the crinkling of his diaper and feel the soggy padding against his sensitive skin. It hugged the base of his dick, his balls and his spanked bottom, all with Ned's ownership. And every simulated thrust had him clenching against that plug keeping his tailhole stretched.

``I changed my mind. This is what I'd want to see if I were your boyfriend.'' Ned said. ``I'd get you a big plushie especially meant for humping.''

That sounded so nice. Vince moved his hips back and front frantically, his cock pressed against his pillow while he imagined Ned ordering him to show off. He imagined a future where he had forgotten how to stroke his cock because Ned fucked him whenever he was horny, while this kind of humping was the only form of masturbation allowed for him.

Vince didn't last long. It was more than the few seconds he would've gotten if he'd jerked off, but nowhere close to the amount of time Ned had been able to stall. Vince wasn't capable of edging himself, not after three weeks of denial. The moment he felt his orgasm coming, he knew it was an inevitability. He increased his pace, clenched hard around his plug, and then let out a large shuddering moan as he plastered the pillow with his seed in shot after shot of hard-earned ecstasy.

Vince breathed deeply, once again ready to collapse. This time, he gave in to the urge completely. He didn't care about the sticky mess he had made. He barely cared enough to keep his eyes open long enough to let his dick shrink enough that he could stuff it back into the diaper.

Ned shut off the light for him. ``I'll see you Tuesday.''

Vince nodded, looking after the chameleon with a smile. There was no doubt in his mind that he would go. Nor that he'd feel any hesitation at all handing over his key again. He'd just had the best orgasm in his life, and this was something he needed to continue to explore.

He fell asleep soon after, not even realising he'd forgotten to take out the plug.

~*~

Five years later

Vince grumbled, rubbing his eyes. His attempts of morning wood were aching against his unyielding chastity cage, his dick no doubt eager to earn its weekly release. The horse licked his lips, already tasting Ned's cock on his tongue. He'd become very good at sucking off his chameleon husband to completion every Sunday morning, motivated by the key dangling off the chain around Ned's Neck.

He reached for Ned now, only to find an empty bed. That was strange. While Ned kept even stranger hours for his work than Vince did, Ned always made sure they woke up together on Sundays. Ever since they'd bought a home together, no matter if they were arguing about something, or experimenting with some new kink, the Sunday mornings had been a constant.

It worried Vince and he grabbed his phone. There weren't any messages. But as soon as he checked, a message popped up. ``Happy anniversary. I left you a present in the kitchen.''

That was right. It was a year since they'd gotten married, to the day. They'd talked about making dinner plans, but Ned had said he just wanted a quiet day in the house, just the two of them. It'd disappointed Vince at the time, but he'd put it out of mind. It seemed Ned just hadn't wanted Vince's suggestions to get in the way of the chameleon's plans.

The timing of the message was suspicious, though it was easy to understand it. Vince eyed the security camera in the corner of the room. It was one of the peculiarities that Vince had fully gotten used to over time. No matter what Ned was working on, he always had a monitor set up to watch Vince. There were cameras all over the house, and Ned had hacked into the cameras on the streets and the bar and gym.

Ned always liked watching. Vince felt strange about that, but also indescribably satisfied. Ned never got bored of him. Ned loved him so much that the best way for him to concentrate on his work was if he could also see Vince any time he liked. Vince knew that if he ever had a serious objection to it, Ned would stop. But Vince enjoyed showing off too much. He liked it that when he rode a dildo in the bathroom to get the edge off, there was a good chance Ned would suddenly walk in demanding Vince take care of the erection he was responsible for causing.

It wasn't just the cameras that Vince had needed to get used to. Living together had presented a host of challenges from the mundane to the fantastical. Simply having to communicate about staying late at the bar or having to coordinate dinner plans had proved to be a challenge. Vince had gone from his parents' house with his dictating parents to his own apartment where he had to take care of everything himself. There had been freedom in leaving out dirty dishes until he felt like cleaning them, or deciding last minute to have cereal for dinner because he didn't feel like doing the groceries. But Vince had realised that freedom had been loneliness too.

He had bought into the delusion that men had to be assertive to matter. He had carved out his own happiness into the world painstakingly, not caring who got hurt in the progress. It had felt good to do what he liked. But it was nothing compared to the joy of making someone else happy. Vince wasn't Ned's house servant, but they divided the chores evenly and Vince enjoyed making food that someone else would eat, cleaning so they both lived in an organised home, and doing laundry so Ned wouldn't have to walk around in unwashed clothes. That had been Ned's biggest weakness: getting caught up in a project and forgetting everything else in the world so that he'd have to wear a dirty t-shirt to business meetings with important clients.

Vince loved those small moments where Ned panicked as he realised he had forgotten to take care of something, only for Vince to reassure him that the horse had already done it.

And then there were the more fantastical areas of their life. Vince would never have imagined he'd enjoy being caged for most days of the week, or that he'd enjoy being a permanent sub, or that he'd enjoy wearing a diaper to bed whenever Ned ordered him to. He had spent his adult life being a dominant top, was then forced to admit he was a switch, and now spent most of his life as a submissive bottom.

And it was all Ned's fault.

Not for lack of trying. Ned had offered several times to bottom so they could experiment switching positions for a night. Each time Vince had been eager and had tried to get into a head space where he could be in charge again. Yet each time Vince had failed. Vince couldn't be dominant enough, which led to Ned probing Vince's defences playfully to goad a dominant response. Vince somehow never took the excuse to punish the lizard, instead giving up ground bit by bit. Each night had ended up with Ned fucking Vince senseless after the lizard decided a punishment was in order to teach Vince his place again. Usually he ended up locked without even getting a chance to come. And he loved every humiliating second of it.

The only time Vince got to top now was if they picked up a sub from the bar and joined forces to wreck them. Vince was definitely a switch and he could still top. Just not Ned. Ned was Vince's husband and partner, daddy and master. All intertwined in a mesmerizing and confusing collage that had become Vince's life.

It was a strange way to be happy that Vince had never envisioned for himself. But in the end he trusted Ned completely and unquestioningly. His sex life was better for submitting to the chameleon, and his real life was vastly improved when he listened to Ned.

Which also extended to the message that day. Vince got up out of the bed, his diaper sagging between his legs. He couldn't resist squeezing it a little, enjoying the sensation. His aching cage was making him so frustrated. His dick had been expecting a release. It put Vince on edge for anything that was even vaguely arousing.

The horse waddled to the kitchen table and found a box there. He quickly opened it to find a pair of baby blue plastic pants. He'd been eyeing them online as a way to have an extra security against leaking. This pair had been modified though, the elastic waistband removed and replaced with a delicate steel chain. There was a padlock in the box that would fit perfectly to keep it tightly on Vince's body. They key was missing.

But there was a card.

Get changed and put this on. You're going outside today.

Vince's cheeks blushed up.

~*~

The shower had done little to cool Vince's excitement. He had put on a new diaper and then tried on the plastic pants. They were just the right amount of see-through that they showed the brand of diaper underneath if you knew what to look for, but hiding them from any casual observer. They were tight and pressed the padding against his skin, but could expand enough to accommodate the diaper as it got wetter. The next step was the padlock, and it was strange just how easy it was to put on. He was fully aware of the control he was giving up, yet he knew that they were in Ned's trustworthy hands.

Even if it meant going outside in a diaper, something he had never done before.

He went to his closet to get dressed, only to find an outfit laid out for him that made him freeze in embarrassment. It was the colourful rainbow onesie that Vince had only worn on special occasions, together with the custom-made overalls that had snaps in the crotch for easier changes. Both were stealthy garments in theory, but Vince had never worn them outside of the bedroom. He stared at the clothes, hesitating on whether he should actually put them on.

He heard his phone buzz. His first instinct was to look at the camera in the corner. Ned really was watching him still. He grabbed his phone and saw there was no text, just images. Images that almost made Vince drop his phone. They were stills taken from the camera mounted in the corner, each more embarrassing than the last. As soon as he had seen them all, another file came in, which was a video. It featured the turning point of the last time Vince had tried to top Ned, specifically the point where Vince had begged Ned to lock up his dick forever and fuck his brains out.

``I'll post these images and the video on your AD account if you don't behave today. Just imagine how much your followers will tease you.''

Vince whined. He had been deliberating maybe possibly putting up a single photo of his caged crotch to accompany the posts of his horny thoughts. Such a torrent of embarrassing photos and video would be a huge humiliation.

``You're going to dress like a good little colt and go to the first destination of the day. I've got ten stops for you, so you'd better hurry. I'll be waiting with your diaper change at location ten.''

Vince got dressed with a crimson face. It was abundantly clear what Ned had decided their first anniversary should be a recreation of how their relationship had started. This time the blackmail was motivating, but not life-threatening. This time Vince was a reluctant sub, instead of a top in denial. And this time the challenges would be about the diapers instead of the chastity.

His cage was straining, a locked dick inside of a locked diaper. He felt scared for the day, but it was the good kind of scared. Ned was good at making Vince want to perform well, pushing the horse into being better than he was before. He felt his body filling up with anxiety as he walked out the door looking like an overgrown toddler, but he pushed through it.

He knew he'd hate the humiliation, but also that he'd be strong enough to get through it. He knew it'd be a day of suffering, and in that suffering he would learn about pleasures he had never known. He knew he'd fear the judgements of others all day, that it would cloud his own judgment, and that a straining cage would betray how much his body liked it.

Ned would be watching him every step of the way. Ned thought Vince could do it, so Vince would trust his husband.

It would be so scary.

But what is the measure of a man, if not the courage to try something new?

The End

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