My Neighbor Made Me Do It

My Neighbor Made Me Do It Ch. 7

by: CapnSteelBoy

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Chapter 7

Bah Bah Bah Bah!

The alarm clock was going off again.

God, I hated that fucken' thing!

I slammed the off button and moved to get out of bed, realizing two things simultaneously that scared and excited me. First, my dick felt very painful, remembering then I had a cage keeping me soft and small. The morning wood I experienced for years on end at that point was thwarted by this contraption, and my body just didn't know what to do except yell out in some pain.

Second, there on the bed was the nude form of my feminine neighbor Jamie, his body smooth and girly. More pain found its way into my crotch as it tried to get hard for my little gay suck buddy. We haven't done anything further, just sucking each other off at this point. I had just recently sucked my first cock, and wasted just about no time getting to number two.

I shook my head of those thoughts, being constantly reminded of my caged predicament, and ran to the bathroom to relieve myself and hopefully the pressure of the cage. I showered and got ready for work, when Jamie finally pulled his little fairy ass out of bed. Lucky shit didn't have to do anything as early as me. He got dressed too, forgoing breakfast with me as he was going to run home and change for school. We said our goodbyes, but not before Jamie jumped into my arms to kiss me fully on the lips, our tongues playing a weird game like thumb wrestling.

Work was its usual self, except for the part were I was trapped in a chastity device again. All day as I worked, I couldn't help but think every overhead conversation, laughter, or whatever, was about me and my caged little pee pee. It was degrading and humiliating, and a few people I did talk to were asking about my flushed appearance and why I was sweating so much. I was devastated thinking that they would find out my secret - that I was wearing panties and a cock cage.

I did my usual routine for the rest of the day, texting a picture of my lunch to my trainer, neighbor, maybe girlfriend, K. She would reply with her usual, reminding me about the gym and all that. I found myself looking forward to the gym more and more each day, as the thought of getting some muscle on my body and losing this baby fat finally in my life was a true goal for me. Sure, K's extracurricular parts of my training were...well...odd, to say the least, I still followed her guidance without much questioning.

The work day done, the gym time starting, as I entered the lobby. No K this time, and the girl at the front desk, waved me over with her hands and a genuine big smile. "She's already in there, had a client already. She told me to tell you to get your cute butt ready and in there, ASAP," the girl with the name tag reading Jessica said, giggling at me, and reaching out and swatting my ass as I walked to the locker room.

Damn, this place is so freaking weird!

I wasted no time, changing quickly into my girly workout clothes and ran out to meet K. It was weird how much I missed her. We embraced and then started with stretches as usual. She would push and pull my body and fold me into pretzels and loosen up my tendons and muscles. I was fairly limber before, but with the additional training now from K, I was definitely someone you would consider flexible.

We did some upper body and core workouts then, but instead of big weights and small rep counts, it was smaller weights and high rep counts. I didn't question anything, as K was the professional, and I was the pudgy guy needing the help. We did this for about an hour, then on to our daily cardio, her putting me back on the stair master again. We wrapped up with more stretching, and some light discussion on my progress, and how after a few months, it would feel like I was in someone else's body. The thought excited me. I had so much fun working out with K, and the effort levels kept my body tired, making me forget all about that nasty cage.

Entering the locker room, reality of my life came crashing back in, as the half dozen or so dudes there in various stages of dress all looked at me and smiled or giggled. Apparently, Mr. Business Card couldn't help but tell everyone I was locked up. A few of the guys asked to see it, rubbing my back when they asked or stroking my arm. It was very uncomfortable. They finally left me alone, and I got undressed and ran to the shower.

As usual, there were another handful of dudes in there. Today everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves, thank goodness. Using an open shower head, I got to work cleaning my body of the sweat from my workout. It felt good to run my hands over my skin, especially my nipples and ass cheeks. Getting lost in the sensations didn't last very long, as the pain would return to my caged penis when I got excited. Frustrated and sad, I finished up and wrapped the towel around me.

Having not seen that creep Mr. Business Card (Mr. BC for short), I figured today would be a good day to check out the sauna. Making my way to the part of the locker room, I saw that the room was already full of steam. I quietly opened the door, but the his of the air escaping seemed like a bomb going off. The room was actually pretty large, I would think, for a sauna. I couldn't see from end to end due to the steam, but would guess it was around 20 feet long, with two levels of bunch running the distance along the length of the room. It wasn't very wide, only wide enough for a walkway, the first bench, and then the second higher bench. I sat there right inside the door, as I was nervous being my first time.

I must have nodded off, because I was awoken by the door opening in front of me to the same hiss it made for me. In walked a slight guy, probably somewhere around my age, and oddly enough he was hairless too. Right behind him was king creeper himself, Mr. BC with that classic creeper grin on his face. His big meat hook was on the young man's shoulder, guiding him into the room.

"Oh, hello there my little caged friend, decided to enjoy some hot steam time, eh? Well, hopefully we don't bother you too much while you relax," said Mr. BC. They took seats just a few feet from me. I was on the second higher level of benches, with my back basically in the corner of the room, so if I staid awake or with my eyes open, I could just barely see them through the steam.

I decided to not let him get to me, so I forced myself to stay relaxed, and again must have dozed off. The second time I was pulled from sleep, was from some gasping and gagging noises. My eyes shot open, and all I could see there was Mr. BC facing me, with his little boy toy bent over in front of him, showing me his smooth asshole, while he choked down on Mr. BC's cock. I tried to shrink myself as much as possible, not wanting them to notice me staring.

Fascination of what was occurring in the sauna right in front of me held me to my seat, not letting me escape. Mr. BC had in his one hand a handful of the young guy's hair, and his other hand would either smack the boy, move his own cock around, or pinching the guy's nose shut so he couldn't breath. He would just moan in pleasure, laugh at the boy's discomfort, or breath heavily like he was doing all the work.

I got bored with watching that disgusting creeper, and my eyes trailed down to his toy. He skin was like mine, devoid of any hair, but he was skinny with a tiny butt. My eyes were pulled to his anus, as I just looked at it with a fascination thinking of what mine looked like. Hopefully not like his, as it was red, the skin looked flared a bit, and the crease of his asshole must have been a few inches long. It looked used and abused, is what I'm getting at. Below it, his little dick swung freely, but I was also staring in wonder at how it was hard. He was being abused and somehow his dick was hard. That both confused and excited me, as my cage got really tight then, and I groaned out in pain.

Mr. BC definitely heard me, as our eyes locked then. He took my groan for pleasure, clearly, as his grin was both wicked and mirthful. He spoke then, saying, "You like this little faggot? You want some too? Just email me already! Its going to happen sooner or later, and I'll break you just like this little cock slut!" His laughter filled the sauna then, clearly at my discomfort, and the boy's.

As Mr. BC grabbed something off the bench, I started to get up to leave, just before opening the door I turned for one last look, and saw Mr. BC jamming a large black bulbous rubber thing into the guy's behind. The door to the sauna closed as I left to the sounds of the slut gurgling on cock and having his ass stuffed with that rubber assailant. My feet moved quickly to my locker, as the now cold feeling air made my nipples stand up...or where they already erect?

K got tired of waiting for me, apparently, as she texted me exactly that and that she left for a hot date. I was crestfallen at the idea I wouldn't see her tonight, hoping for some sort of relief, or even release, from this confounded cage. Waving cheery goodbyes to Jessica at the front desk, I made my way to my car and to home. There were a lot of people in the parking lot today, and I got a lot of looks. Some confused, some appreciative, but overall, mostly they were confused stares.

Getting into my apartment without further incident, I immediately texted Jamie, as I wanted to find out more about chastity and these toys he had. It took a few minutes for him to text back, and I was a bit shocked as it said,

Be there in an hour, I'm working on something long and hard currently!

The next text was a picture of him sucking on a huge cock! He was clearly back in the woods again. My cock immediately started to try and get hard, and I grunted in pain as the prison around it confined it to a short 2" flaccid state. The frustration of not being able to get hard, not being able to stroke myself off, not being able to cum was getting to me, as anger filled my mind then.

I passed the time googling how to lock pick the device. Most posts just said to cut the lock, but the cage K put on me had this weird internal tumbler to it, so just the keyhole was exposed. As I didn't have any fine tools to attempt it with, I just tried some of the small lock keys I had laying around. None of them worked, deepening my frustration.

Just as I was giving up on gaining my own freedom, the soft rapping on my door alerted me to Jamie's arrival. I flung the door open to my little lover, and he jumped in, kissing me like we always do now. I tasted on him the faint saltiness of cum, and my anger subsided. Sweet Jamie was here, and would take my mind off things of anger.

He pranced into my place with a duffle bag again, saying he was going to stay the night if I liked it or not, which of course I would never tell this little cutie no, anyways, at this point. That settled, he pulled me into my own bedroom, and pushed me on the bed as he fell next to me, the bag between us.

"Now, try to keep your excitement down, and questions for the end, ok lover boi?" Jamie asked. I nodded my consent, and he started by pulling one thing out of the bag after rummaging around in it. He continued then, "First up is your new best friend, a massaging vibrator. This plug in, has like 20 speeds, and is called the Magic Wand. You just use this on your sensitive bits, and hopefully it will help you orgasm." He showed me the device, had me hold it, plugged it in and turned it on. It made some noise, no doubt, and the vibrations were rather serious at the higher settings, I thought.

Back in the bag Jamie went, "Second, here's a few butt plugs. Now now, don't look like that. You loved it when I licked your boi pussy, so don't deny! These will help you back there, get more comfortable back there." I cringed at both the thought of the huge one I saw with Mr. BC today going into that boy, and the fact that Jamie just called my asshole a "boi pussy". I wasn't really cringing at him saying butt plug and what it meant, but he didn't know that.

The bag was getting flatter, almost half empty at this point. Jamie grabbed something else, pulling it out and smacking me in the face with it, he said, "And here is a realistic dildo! Its a shorter one, about 6" long, just like when your dick isn't in its little prison!" Jamie again laughing at his little jokes, me not so much. He dropped the dildo, then quickly grabbed another item, "Similar to that, this one will be more fun to start, just a normal small vibrator. Its good for training when you don't have your plug in!"

Jamie went back to the bag then, "OK, last...we have...some different lubes! You'll need these, one is water based, another is silicone based, and this last one is oil based." He explained to me when to use each type, and with which type of toys. "We are going to have a lot of fun with this stuff, and you will too when you're alone, trust me," he said dreamily, with a little twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

"Oh, I forgot, one last thing," Jamie exclaimed excitedly, pulling out this silk bag. "This here is a little enema for you!" Jamie explained what it was, and how to use it, how often, how much water to push into my ass pussy, as he called it, and so on. He didn't take joy in this explanation, and told me it wasn't very pretty of a subject, but a necessary one as part of my now daily routine for not only good fun, but clean fun.

Insisting I give it a try, we both got up from the bed and undressed each other, getting pretty handsy with one another's bodies. I just loved how long his nipples were, and couldn't help myself from getting mouthfuls of them. Yes, I knew how fucking gay I was being, it was always there in my mind, but the level of frustration I was feeling and the lack of cumming for the last few days was really getting to me. How could I turn down sweet Jamie when all he was doing was trying to help me?

He took me to the bathroom and showed me a good temperature for the water to be, and then he filled the large looking blue rubber bulb. He attached the 5" long tube with holes in the end to it, lubed it up with some water based lube, and then had me bend over. Jamie helped me for the next 20 minutes or so, having me get a feel for how much water was right. He told me I could buy one of the ones you attach to your shower head, and I could just do this in the shower in the mornings.

Both our faces were flushed red in embarrassment, as the smell was not pleasant. Jamie explained it gets better, most days, if I keep up with it. I was horrified about sharing this part of myself with him, but what was I to do? I needed the instruction, and he was willing to give it. Thank god for sweet little Jamie. I knew then I would suck his dick tonight in thanks,

nothing gay about that,

I thought for some reason.

He had me shower off, and use some new soap he brought. It was flower scented and very girly, and the smell reminded me of of Jamie, so my dick was trying to get hard again, pushing against its prison like a blob stuck in a jail sell. The flesh of my penis would push through the openings, painful to me, then recede back into its confines. Over and over this happened while I washed myself clean. I was panting open mouthed in frustration, the frustration that it felt good to give myself an enema, but no good feeling was coming from my penis.

I dried off and went to my bedroom, where Jamie was now dressed up in stockings and a garter belt. Nothing else, his little bitch tits with their long nipples proudly sticking out, and his little dick hard just hanging there above his egg sized testicles, soft and cute. No words were spoken as he took my hand and led me to the bed. He guided me on my back and laid on top of me, kissing me all over. It was driving me wild, the sexual desire peeking inside me.

He moved off of me, and pushed my legs up and told me to hold them. Wrapping my arms behind my knees, I knew how exposed I was to Jamie, but didn't care. I was in heat. He moved his head down and starting rimming me again like the other night, and I was thrashing my head back and forth, spittle flying from my mouth, as I moaned in delight. This feeling of intimacy was beyond anything I've experienced before. I was giving myself to Jamie, basically, which this sort of submission to someone brought a release of tension I had been holding. It all ended too soon, I had thought, and he moved back up and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It didn't taste horrible, I expect due to the thorough cleansing I had just done. It wasn't offensive in the least.

Jamie then went and grabbed the oil based lube, and spread it all over my butt, in the crack, and pushed a little inside me with his finger. I writhed on his finger, trying to get it deeper in me, craving the delightful sensations my prostate gave me. He was having none of that, and didn't allow his finger to sink in at all. Just the tip, so to speak, pushing the lube into me. He grabbed a toy then, I couldn't see which one, and he pushed it up to my asshole. It was hard and cold, so I think it was the vibrator. It entered me without much resistance, as I was asking for it basically. Getting it deep on the other hand did offer some. Jamie was pushing and pulling in and out of me, driving me nuts because he wasn't hitting my prostate.

The sensations of something so smooth dragging across my anal ring had me gasping for air. It felt good, not enough to get me off, but it was a nice sensation being sent to my brain by those nerve endings. When he turned on the vibration function, and started fondling my balls under the cage, I really got a good dose of how good it felt to have something in your ass. My penis was pressed tight against the cage the entire time during this, causing me both pain and wanton desire to get release. The precum flowed from the end of the cage, and Jamie would constantly dive down and take the end of my dick and cage into his mouth, tongue lapping up all that sweet precum I was producing.

He pulled the vibrating dildo out of my ass then, a sudden feeling of emptiness filling my conciousness. I whined like a puppy slightly, as more drool fell out the side of my open mouth. Jamie just giggled, as he got up, plugged in the massage vibrator unit. Giggling the entire time at the frantic need for sexual release I was showing, he took no pity on me. Jamie said, "You look like you would do anything slut boi, how about you ask to suck my dick?"

That question normally would have snapped me back to reality, but I was in a deep haze of desire and need, and nothing was going to shake me out of that except a good orgasm. I was still thinking to myself as the words just left my mouth involuntarily, "Please...Jamie....please give me your penis to suck...pllleeeeaassse!"

Jamie giggled again at my sad and pathetic begging. "Oh, you're soooo straight, aren't you, little faggot? Say it, tell me you're a little faggot for cock!"

Without hesitation, I told him. I said, "I'm a little faggot for cock," over and over again. He didn't tell me to, I just did it. Blinded by need, I told Jamie no less than six times how I was a little faggot for cock. Jamie just laughed and giggled, smiled at me sadistically, laughing at how pathetic I was being. He moved up my body then and straddled my head. He bucked his hips back and dropped his dick in my mouth. I eagerly lapped at his smooth little pecker, suckling it as best I could from beneath him.