Darius Ch 03

"So if you're getting off by fucking me...and you're not fucking your boyfriend...how is your boyfriend getting off?" Darius asked Sophia.

He knew it wasn't a good idea to bring him up, but he couldn't resist. The revenge was too sweet.

"He jerks off..."

"To what?"

"My Instagram page, for one," Sophia smiled. "And sometimes other Instagram models too..."

"Oh really? How do you know?"

"He's told me he jerks off to my pics and I've caught him liking other girls pics a few times."

Darius smiled. "How does that make you feel?"

"I wasn't happy...but...it isn't like I can judge..."

"Well, yes and no. He's a virgin. He has your pics but it isn't enough for him. You, on the other hand, had already been having sex. What you're doing now is no different than fucking guys before him."

"Hm. I guess." That didn't quite make sense to Sophia...but at the same time, he had a point.

They left shortly after, but not before exchanging numbers.

Although it didn't quite make sense, Sophia did have a lot less guilt that week, knowing that Jonathan was jerking it to other women.

About a week later, Sophia texted Darius.

-Hey can I get some weed? Its been a week and I really need some...

-Weed or dick?

-Well...

-You wanna come up to Springfield?

Sophia didn't, but, well, in another way, she very much did.

-Sure

She was supposed to hang out with Jonathan, but she told him she had to do something for her mom, who lived an hour away in another direction. Soon she was knocking on Darius's door.

He answered it with a smile.

They took a joint out onto his balcony.

"I have a solution for your boyfriend," he announced.

"What do you mean?"

"To stop him from jerking off over other women."

"Oh?"

Darius stepped inside for a minute, and emerged with a bag, handing it to Sophia.

Puzzled, she set it down and pulled out its contents.

It was a small metal device, roughly shaped like a penis.

"It's a chastity cage. It goes around his dick so he can't get hard."

"Holy shit. How did you hear about this?"

"Awhile back I fucked a woman whose husband was into it. He'd sit there in the cage while I fucked her," Darius lied. He had actually found it through much research online, and specifically bought it to torment Jonathan.

"Fucking hell."

"White boys, am I right?" Darius chuckled. "But basically, this would give you complete control over his dick."

"I like it..."

"Another perk would be that if he ever finds out about what you and I like to do together, or if you want to tell him, well, he'd be trapped if you had the key to his cage. That way you won't have to pick between your loving boyfriend and your weed and dick hookup."

"You're evil," she grinned at him, and he smiled back.

"I'll do it. But how will I convince him to wear it?"

"Tell him its your way of keeping him faithful...and not jerking it to other women...and if he does it, you'll give him a hand job after a few weeks."

"That could work," she responded.

"For a virgin, a hand job should be quite the motivator."

"And you think this will fit him?" She asked.

Darius laughed. "Well you'd know better than me! It certainly wouldn't fit me. But I ordered the most common size. If it doesn't fit, we can just buy a different one. The site said it should be the same length as his dick is flaccid."

Sophia set the cage down and soon she was blowing Darius on his balcony.

The next day she brought it to Jonathan's room.

"Babe, I know we agreed not to have sex until our engagement, and I'm fine with you jerking off to pics of me, but...I know you're jerking it to other women."

"Babe, no! I wouldn't! I mean, I love you!"

"I'm not upset..."

"I swear..."

"Fine then, hand me your phone."

Jonathan was trapped. He should have seen this coming. She was calling his bluff. He could hope she would miss the evidence, but he had several photos of Instagram models in his saved folder on the app and she knew more about social media than he did.

"No, I mean, yea, I guess, sometimes..."

"I would like you to wear this," Sophia produced the cage out of her purse.

"Huh?"

"It's a chastity cage. It prevents you from getting hard and jerking off."

"What the hell?"

Sophia laughed. "I know it's a little strange. But sweetie, it would mean so much to me for you to wear this and prove your commitment. And...if you do, I'll give you hand jobs every so often."

"A hand job? Really?"

Wow, Darius was right, Sophia thought. It was a significant motivator.

"Mmhmm. So why don't you go put it on. I don't need to see your dick until it has the cage on."

Jonathan had always been insecure about his size, which was just barely below average, so he was glad to do it in private. He went to the bathroom and assembled the cage.

Returning to the room, he dropped his pants. She smirked. The difference between Jonathan's white dick, securely encased in the 2.5" cage, and Darius's copious cock, was a bit comical.

"Cute! But it looks like you have a little extra room in there," she said, pointing at the gap between his head and the tip of the cage.

"I'm a bit of a grower," Jonathan announced, trying to sound as confident as he could.

"I'm sure you are. Don't worry babe, size doesn't matter. But for the cage it does, I'm going to order a smaller one for you."

Jonathan nodded as she held out her hand for the key. Grimacing, he put the key in her hand, hoping that this wouldn't turn out to be a big mistake.