Victor fondled my cock cage in the car while I drove. I grinned my teeth. My balls were so sensitive that any tug against the cock cage was painful. On the one hand, I couldn't resist the feeling of his warm hand moving over my dick but it was so painful in the tight, crushing cage it had me gasping for air. I couldn't get hard but I was still so horny after what the doctor did to me and my balls ached.
"OH FUCK!" I said when we drove up to my apartment.
"What?" Victor asked.
"Nothing," I quickly said and parked the car.
"Tell me," Victor said.
I looked back at my apartment's entrance and saw a very pissed off Donna. I'd been staring at Donna's massive breast at work nonstop since I first got locked in a cock cage. We ended up going on a date. Several dates. I tried not to see her anymore because she was too close to finding out about my cock cage. I don't know what I would do if anyone found out, I would die of humiliation.
She must have been tired of me ghosting her and came to find me.
Victor looked at her and then me with a knowing grin. "Is that your girlfriend? Am I going to meet your girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend." I readjusted my cage and got out of the car.
"Where the hell have you been?" Donna started yelling. "I've been calling and calling. Are you seeing someone else? If you are why wouldn't you pick up the phone?"
"Donna, I can explain."
She hit my arm. "You had a week to call me back." She looked behind me and saw Victor. "Who are you?"
"He's a friend from work."
"Chris," He said. "Don't lie, it's time she knew."
"Knew what?" I asked.
She looked back at me, "Are you gay? Is that why you won't have sex with me?" Humiliation filled me and I couldn't think.
Victor tried not to laugh. He moved next to me and offered Donna his hand. His handsome face and buff arms shocked her. She took his hand.
"Chris has told me all about you but I think it's time you knew the truth."
"What do you think you're doing, Victor?" I asked
"Let's talk inside," He insisted.
Donna's been in my place before so she knew where most things were. Victor just dominated every room. The apartment was too small for him. Maybe that's why he lived in a mansion.
"Okay, so talk." Donna crossed her arms and it pushed her huge boobs up, exposing a long line of cleavage. I couldn't look away. Her cleavage was something poets should write about. My dick was throbbing while I watched her.
Victor offered us to sit. Donna took the chair and Victor sat next to me on the couch.
"Donna," Victor started the conversation, "Chris has been telling me all about you and I'm so glad to meet you in person."
I never mentioned my personal life to Victor. I wondered if I have ever told anyone about Donna, let alone the people blackmailing me.
"Well I've never heard of you," Donna looked at me, "I haven't heard from Chris in a while."
"Of course, he didn't tell you why he can't have sex with you."
"Victor," I warned, my face was already starting to turn red with embarrassment. Don't do this to me.
He smiled, "It's okay Chris, she'll understand." He gave me a wink. "Chris is a nonsexual voyeur."
Donna just looked at him. So did I.
"Chris can't have sex the way you and I could. The only way he can get off is by watching others. That's how Chris and I know each other. I have sex for him and he is able to achieve orgasm."
"What?" I asked in shock.
Donna struggled to talk but finally said. "Oh."
I jumped up. "He's just joking, Donna. We're not even friends." He gave me a fake hurt look. "And he was just leaving—"
