Coming home again, humiliated, horny, and dejected, I was determined to get this cage off. I faked sick with my mom, and went up to my room to try to get it off again. When I got there, I realized I was still wearing those stupid panties. I pulled them off, and threw them under my bed in disgust. I was sick of this game, of being humiliated like this. It wasn't fair that I had no control. I hadn't even done anything wrong. I spent another fruitless couple of hours trying to remove the cage, and failing. I went to bed, and again, didn't sleep well, but better than last time at least. The next day, I woke up late. But, I went to school, determined, and with a plan. I saw Roy in my first period, but didn't get a chance to talk to him before class started. After the period ended, though, I chased him down, only to find him chatting with a group of football buddies.
"Uh.. Hey, Roy, can we talk?" I asked hesitantly.
"S'cuse you. I'm talking to my friends, real men. Don't interrupt."
I was dumbfounded, and went beet red. How dare he insult me like that! And brushing me off, too! God, he made me angry.
"I really need to talk to you!" I said, frustrated.
He glared at me, and sauntered off, tossing a middle finger my way. Mark walked up behind me, and said "I didn't know you and Roy Archer were friends."
"We aren't," I answered flatly.
"Yeah, I guess you guys didn't seem to friendly."
By the end of the day, having suffered another day far too similar to the last one, I was a wreck. Telling Coach that I had pulled a groin muscle yesterday during the extra sets was part of my genius plan, and because of how stressed I looked, it worked. I called Roy as soon as I got to my car, and told him I was on my way over.
"Hold on, fag. I've got practice, and then a girl coming over. Don't show up for another two hours."
And then he hung up, without another word. The asshole. I drove to a park near the school, and sat in my car, fuming. I WAS going to get this damn cage off, however I could. It even made peeing difficult, much less being uncomfortable and keeping me abstinent. After two hours, I drove to the Archer's house.
I was about to park in the driveway, when the garage door opened. Roy waved me in to the empty spot, like he wanted me to park my Prius in his garage. I did, parking next to his truck and got out, glaring at him the whole time. He pressed the button to close the garage door, and said "Glad to see you came."
"Like I had a fucking choice!" I hissed back at him.
"Ooh, feisty today. Watch the tone, or I won't take that lock off."
I continued glaring at him, but said nothing. Roy led me into his house, and up to his parents room again. He was wearing the same thing he had been at school, a Lakers jersey and athletic shorts.
"Alrighty, fag, only a couple photos this time. And then I'll take the cage off. But I need to tie you up first." He gestured toward the bed, where the sheets were already rumpled, and rope was already tied to the posts.
"Did you fuck that girl here already?" I asked, more to stall than out of actual curiosity.
"Hell yeah I did," he said, and flashed that damn grin of his. "Now, hop on up. Clothes off first." I did what he told me, grudgingly, and then laid down on the bed while he began tying my wrists to the corners. He finished, and was working on my ankles, when he spoke again.
"Man, your dick looks almost shriveled in that cage."
