An Unexpected Wee in Chastity

Chapter Three -- Monday and Tuesday

Monday:

Thankful for the normality of office work, I was confident my work slacks would hide any signs of the cage. Midday the Binder app dinged. The message was from Chris. There was a picture of a key dangling from a familiar smooth freckled hand with glossy manicured nails "Hey boy checking in on you, are you enjoying being locked up?"

My fingers heisted on the reply, yes I was constantly horny and feeling more submissive each day I was locked, all of which honesty I liked, but the cage was also awkward and inconvenient. Thinking of kissing his pretty face and feeling his smooth twink body I decided to send a positive response, "Hey loving it! You really know me, can't wait until I see you on Friday."

"About that, there are a few rules for Friday."

"Hit me Chris, anything you want."

"First, start calling me Sir, I hold your keys and you should show me more respect."

My hesitation in replying was shorter this time. I was getting used to seeing other people as superior to me. "Yes Sir, sorry I didn't mean any disrespect." I typed back.

"Better, now show me your cage boy." I quickly got up from my cubicle and went to a stall in the men's rooms. Once there I obeyed by opening my work pants and sending him a picture of my locked-up cock. I cringed at the clicking shutter noise, mentally reminding myself to turn that feature off. "Good I will send you a special outfit for Friday, you will wear it and be ready for me to collect you at 7pm sharp is that understood?" After I sent my automatic yes sir he concluded, "I am looking forward to fucking you boy, keep obeying me and we will get along just fine."

As I stepped out of the stall Brad, one of the young college interns was standing there with his arms crossed. "Sending dick pics at work?" he asked in an accusatorial tone. I never liked Brad. I must admit he is conventionally very handsome in a blond frat boy sort of way, but I always got a bully vibe from him. I knew his dad was someone high up and he acted like an entitled brat, so I usually kept my distance. Suddenly he grabbed the unlocked phone rite out of my hand, the move was so unexpected I didn't close my fingers fast enough to stop him.

"Hey, you can't just..." I started to protest but I didn't get to finish as he was looking at the picture of my caged cock and laughing aloud.

"Oh, this is fucking awesome he said," as he moved to the main bathroom door and flipped on the closed for maintenance lock. "Let me see!"

"Come on Brad just give me my phone back." I protested in a whiner tone then I intended.

"Sure, just show it to me and I will give you your phone back," he teases holding my phone behind him. Not wanting to get into a wrestling match with the bratty son of some executive that could get me fired I decided to comply opening my work pants reveling my caged cock. Brad stepped forward sliding a finger along the edge of the cage making me uncomfortable at his touch.

"Ok you saw it now give me my phone back."

"Yea, yea, sure just one thing first." He cupped my balls with his athletic hand and gave them a squeeze getting an involuntary moan from me. "Oh, does that feel good?" he sneered tugging them again. Behind his back he must have switched phones because next thing I knew he was holding me firmly by my balls below the cage and taking a video with his phone.

With a hard yank he began his demands, "You know if I report this and show the video to HR you will get fired. Yea you can protest but who do you think they will believe a nobody like you or the son of the guy that can fire them?" Brad emphasized his treat my crushing my balls in his firm grip. "So here is the deal, you are going to be my work bitch, understand me?" Not knowing what to say and trying to hide how aroused I was I just nodded. "All the little shit chores they give me as an intern you are going to do from now on, and anytime I tell you to you will follow me to an empty office and suck my cock or anything else I command."

I was blushing deep as precum leaked out of my cage onto his hand. "What the fuck? You're getting off on this aren't you?" he slapped my face, "get on your pathetic knees!" Brad made me lick the precum off his hand before pulling down his pants showing his blond pubes and surprising large twink cock. Instinctively I held my hands behind my back as he pushed in the cock. The smooth twink meat was choking me as he held it in my mouth, his hands grasped onto my head to keep me from pulling back. I was breathing deep in my nose as he started to thrust his hips. His teen hormones in overdrive he was soon shooting his cum down my throat.

"Damn I should have made you my bitch sooner if I knew how good that would feel. Stay!" I stayed kneeling as he went to the urinal, and I watched as he thick golden stream hit the white porcelain. "Maybe next time I will let you drink my piss bitch," he threatened. True to his word he returned my phone. For the rest of the day, I did both my job and his as he played games on his phone.

Tuesday:

The longer I wore this cage the more my previously submerged submissive nature rose to the surface. Sitting on the bus some part of me was actually excited to get into work and see Brad. So, I was initially disappointed when I didn't see him in his usual place by the other interns. The mystery was solved once I checked my email and went to the office as instructed.

Brad was sitting behind Lisa's desk while she was out on leave. I could have pointed out there were a dozen people ahead of him who should have had access to an available office first, but I knew no one would cross the bratty boy with the powerful dad. "Ah this is better than the bathroom or your sad cube. I had a long work out this morning with my private trainer, come here and massage my feet office bitch." I didn't hesitate anymore but instead got down on the floor next to the desk and started to unlace his sneakers.

He was not kidding, the stench coming off his feet was ripe, and I questioned if it was just today's smell I was getting. I managed to remove the sneakers without gagging and I grabbed the feet in their sweaty socks, beginning to massage the soles of Brad's feet. As my fingers got slippery with his foot sweat, he leaned back clearly enjoying his position. "You look like a natural down there office bitch I am glad we worked this out. This stupid internship is almost bearable now. Maybe when it's over and I return to the dorms in a few weeks I will take you with me. Mmm yes keep going."

I am not proud to admit it but the more he degraded me the more aroused I became. "Give me your phone, I want to see that picture again." After wiping my sweaty fingers on my pants, I unlocked the phone and handed it to him, the pic of my cock in its cage open and ready for him. "Socks off," he commanded casually getting more used to giving me orders. As I peeled off the wet socks I stared at his perfect callus-free twink boy feet and his manicured toenails.

I had begun to massage his bare feet with my hands when he looked up from my phone, "No not like that, Put your hands behind your back and used your mouth office bitch." I almost protested this was that was too far, some vestige of my withered pride trying to assert itself, but I managed to repress it and clasping my hands behind me I took his foot in my mouth. As I used my mouth, tongue, and lips to suck and massaged his feet and stinky toes I could tell he was doing more on my phone then just looking at a photo, but I was in no position to inquire.

Enjoying the feel of my mouth he started to push the foot in and out on his own. I was told to stay still, and he started to fuck my face with his foot. I looked up and saw he had opened his pants and was stroking his hard and impressive fleshy member with its trimmed crown of blond pubes. "Oh, you remember how this tastes don't you office bitch? I bet you want it again." As the foot fucked my mouth, I found myself nodding automating agreeing with this eighteen-year-old bully frat boy.

He groaned a little louder and stared to stroke faster, "Maybe later but right now your mouth is already full." The pace spread up; my cock was aching to break free of its cage as I knelt there keeping my hands clasped behind me. My jaw was starting to ache from the foot when he suddenly pulled the foot out. Aiming his thick meat at my face he unleashed a torrent of boy cum in my mouth and on my face.

"Whew, fuck that was fucking hot," he tossed me one of his sweaty socks, "wipe your face off and get to back to work office bitch." Disgustingly I used the wet sock to clean my face and swallowed the juices that landed in my mouth. He tossed my phone back to me as I left.

That afternoon I got my daily message from Sir Chris on the binder app requiring a cage check. What was odd is I had made sure to turn down the alert sound and yet when the message arrived, I heard it anyway. My body had a momently chill as I realized the noise came from Lisa's office. Brad had cloned my Binder App. Looking down, my fear was confirmed as the three little dots indicated I was replying to Chris even though I was not typing.

"Who dis?"

"Are you ok boy? You know to call me Sir."

"Oh, fuck my office bitch has a Sir?"

"I think we should talk, please open the audio chat."

I missed the rest of the conversation. I could see that my account was in an audio call with Chris, but I was not able to hear it on my phone. I was not surprised when Brad waved me into the office and had me close the door behind me. "Someone wants to talk to you." He said with a sneer putting the phone on speaker. It turns out that Brad and Chis were in some of the same classes at Metro Uni. There were not really friends but once they started talking, they recognized each other. The outcome was Chis loved that I had someone to watch over me at work and he told me to listen to and obey Brad or he would not unlock me.

Brad took my cage check picture, and I was told that from now on I was to report to Brad daily whenever Chris requested a cage check and let him take the pictures for me. Chris's only rule was that Brad could not fuck me in the ass as that was for Chris. After Brad wined in his bratty way Chris relented and allowed him one fuck but it had to before Friday as he wanted me fresh for our date.

I could not believe that the two of them were casually chatting about fucking me like I was a time share in Florida they were splitting. I was even more surprised at how much it turned me on. The rest of the day was spent doing Brad's intern job and my own as he watched porn on his phone in Lisa's office.