Roomies & Rivals - Part 2

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Please read Part 1 first and this is a direct continuation

Alex - 19

Lewis - 21

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He sat up slowly, his fingers instinctively moving to trace the smooth surface of the device. The plastic had warmed against his skin but still felt unnaturally rigid. His cock twitched inside the confines, aching for release that was not happening without Lewis’s say so.

 

“Fuck,” Alex whispered, pressing experimentally on different parts of the cage. “There has to be a way out.”

 

He explored every seam and joint, searching for any weakness in the design. The lock held firm despite his attempts to manipulate it, solid, unyielding, and completely in Lewis’s possession.

 

Alex checked his phone with a groan. Time was slipping away, and he had lectures to attend. Knowing there was nothing he could do about the cage right now, he reluctantly pulled himself up from the floor.

 

The lecture hall felt stuffy and hot as Alex took his seat near the back. His professor’s voice drilled into him while he struggled to focus on anything other than the persistent throbbing. Every slight movement sent jolts of sensation through his trapped cock, making concentration nearly impossible.

 

During a break between lectures, Alex pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Lewis:

 

“Can you unlock it? I’m going crazy here.”

The response came within seconds: “No! You need to learn some self-control first.”

 

Alex groaned inwardly as he read the words. His fingers flew over the screen again: “It’s not about control; it’s about needing to cum. It’s been hours and I feel like my balls are going to explode. I need to cum!”

 

Lewis replied almost immediately: “Good. That is exactly what you should be feeling right now. Your little locked cock is all mine now, isn’t it?”

 

The message sent a confusing mix of humiliation and arousal through Alex, frustration at being so completely controlled, yet an undeniable excitement at the intensity of his own body’s response. “Do I like this?” Alex said to himself.

 

“How long?” Alex texted back, trying to keep his voice steady despite the turmoil building inside him.

 

“However long I decide. Maybe days, maybe weeks… who knows? It’ll be fun watching you squirm,” came Lewis’s reply.

 

Alex wanted to argue more but knew it would be pointless Lewis held all the cards, literally. Instead, he tried a different approach: “You can’t seriously expect me to go like this for that long. It’s not human.”

 

The reply made him wince: “Who said anything about days or weeks? I could keep you locked up forever if I wanted to. Just think of it, my little pet with a cage permanently locked tightly around his pathetic useless cock, never able to touch himself without my permission.”

 

The words echoed in Alex’s mind throughout the rest of his classes. Forever? How was he supposed to survive this kind of torture for that long?

 

By the time, he returned to their dorm room hours later, Alex was wound up tighter than he had ever been before. He immediately checked his phone but found no new messages from Lewis.

 

“I’m serious, I need you to unlock it now,” he texted desperately.

 

The response came minutes later: “Nope. Not happening tonight. Maybe tomorrow if you’re a good boy and do exactly what I say… or maybe not. It’s so much fun watching you suffer.”

 

Alex groaned aloud this time, running a hand through his hair as he paced their small dorm room. His cock throbbed painfully inside its plastic prison, already leaking again with precum that had soaked through the material of his boxers.

 

“How am I supposed to sleep like this?” he texted back desperately.

 

“Figure it out. Or don’t… it’s more entertaining for me if you’re miserable. Now stop texting me, I won’t be back tonight. Enjoy your night suffering ;)” was Lewis’s final reply before signing off.

 

Alex stared at the screen for a long moment before throwing his phone onto his bed in frustration. He undressed slowly, his eyes fixed on the plastic cage still encasing his erection.

 

The sight was both humiliating and strangely arousing after hours of constant stimulation without release. His cock throbbed inside the device as he examined it closer in their dimly lit room.

He tried pulling at the lock one last time but knew it was useless, Lewis had chosen well, this cage wasn’t coming off without its key, which remained safely in his possession somewhere.

 

Alex lay down on his bed, his hand instinctively moving to rest on his caged cock. He couldn’t help but wiggle the cage, gasping at the sensation that shot through him despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to finish.

 

His fingers traced every curve of the cage, as his breathing grew ragged with frustration and arousal. His free hand cupped and stroked his warm hanging soft smooth balls, which were aching with the need for release after being denied all day, despite him already cumming twice that morning.

 

“Fuck,” Alex whispered to himself as he realised just how desperate he had become in such a short time. He had always been able to take care of himself whenever he needed, but now that basic function was completely out of his control and in Lewis’s hands.

 

He tried to focus on something else, anything else, but his mind kept returning to the cage and how desperately he wanted it off. The frustration built with every passing second until he found himself rolling onto his side, his hips instinctively thrusting against the mattress seeking some kind of stimulation that might provide relief, but instead it just pulled at his swollen full balls and frustrated him even further.

 

He drifted off to sleep eventually but woke up multiple times during the night, each time his hand automatically going to check if the cage was still there. Of course, it was, and it kept reminding him how much he needed release. His cock remained half-hard throughout the night, constantly aware of its plastic prison and the frustrating arousal that never fully subsided. When morning came, Alex was already exhausted from lack of proper sleep but also wound up tighter than ever before. He knew today would be another test of his endurance as Lewis continued to hold all the power over his body’s most basic needs.

 

Alex’s phone pinged, it was Lewis: “Morning my little slut, 20 hours locked, well done. If you can do 20 you can do 40 more. I will see you very very soon.”

 

Alex’s heart sank deeper than any ocean on the planet, deeper than the far edges of the universe. His breathing shook as he tried to process what was happening.

 

“40 hours? All this again… I cannot do it. I need to cum so badly,” Alex cried to himself.

 

Some time passed and later that morning Lewis arrived back at the dorm.

 

The door clicked open, and Alex was on his feet before Lewis had even fully crossed the threshold. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped animal, desperate for escape.

 

“Took you long enough,” Alex expelled, his voice trembling despite its aggressive tone. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

 

Lewis smirked, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness. “Patience is a virtue, Alex. One you’re clearly still lacking.” He tossed his keys onto the desk and walked toward the centre of the room.

 

Alex’s hand instinctively moved to cover the bulge in his shorts the ever-present reminder of Lewis’s control over his body. The plastic cage pressed uncomfortably against him, throbbing with each beat of his heart.

 

“Give me the key,” Alex demanded, stepping forward.

 

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “The key? I don’t have it on me. I don't know what your talking about”

 

Alex lunged, but Lewis easily sidestepped, grabbing Alex’s wrist and twisting it behind his back. The sudden movement sent a jolt through Alex’s caged cock, making him gasp despite himself.

 

“Let go of me!” Alex snarled, struggling against the hold.

 

Lewis chuckled softly, leaning in so Alex could feel his breath on his neck. “Still full of fight? That is adorable. Your 19, you should have more strength, not this little pathetic excuse of a man.”

 

Alex twisted violently, using his momentum to break free from Lewis’s grip. He spun around and shoved Lewis hard in the chest. The surprise on Lewis’s face was satisfying until Lewis grabbed both of Alex’s wrists this time, pinning them together behind his back with one hand.

 

“You think you can handle me?” Lewis whispered his other hand tracing up Alex’s chest and neck before gripping his jaw tightly. “You’re just my little pet now.”

 

Lewis laughed - “Don’t you see how much I enjoy this?” Lewis continued, his thumb brushing against Alex’s lips. “How much I love seeing you like this desperate, needy, completely at my mercy.”

 

The words sent a confusing mix of humiliation and arousal through Alex. His cock twitched painfully, leaking precum that he could feel soaking into his shorts.

 

“I hate you,” Alex spat, but the defiance sounded weak even to his own ears.

 

Lewis giggled a low rumble that vibrated through both their bodies where they stood pressed together. “You don’t mean that.”

 

Then Alex snapped. With all his strength, he headbutted Lewis in the nose. The crunch was satisfying as blood immediately began flowing from Lewis’s nostrils. For a moment, Lewis just stared at him, shocked. Then his face transformed, what had been amusement now became anger.

 

“You made a mistake,” Lewis said quietly, wiping blood from his upper lip with the back of his hand.

 

Alex braced himself for whatever was coming next, but nothing could have prepared him for what happened. Lewis’s knee came up fast and hard into Alex’s groin, connecting directly with the plastic cage and his swollen balls.  The pain was blinding, an explosion of agony that made every nerve-ending scream in protest. Alex crumpled to the floor, gasping for air as his vision went white.

 

“Never. Do. That. Again,” Lewis said calmly, standing over him.

 

Alex could only lie there, holding his crotch and whimpering. The plastic cage was now both tormentor and protector, without it, he suspected he might have been permanently injured by the force of the blow.

 

Lewis looked down at him with something that almost resembled pity, but also satisfaction. “Now stay down,” he said before turning away and leaving Alex alone on the floor to nurse his wounds and contemplate just how completely his life had changed in such a short time.

 

Alex lay curled on the dorm room floor, tears streaming down his face while his cock throbbed painfully inside its plastic prison. The agony from Lewis’s knee had subsided slightly into a constant, dull ache that somehow made him even more aware of his own body.

The door opened again, and Alex quickly wiped at his eyes, trying to compose himself before realizing it was pointless Lewis had already seen everything.

 

“Still crying?” Lewis asked with a smirk, standing in the doorway. “That’s cute.”

 

Alex glared up at him but said nothing, too exhausted from both pain and humiliation to muster any defiance.

 

Lewis walked over and stood directly above Alex, looking down with an expression that was impossible to read. “You know,” he began, his voice surprisingly soft compared to moments earlier, “when you headbutted me… it made something click.”

 

Alex remained silent, waiting for whatever punishment was coming next.

 

“Two weeks,” Lewis said suddenly, and Alex’s heart sank. “No unlock. No cum. Nothing but denial from now on. That’s your punishment.”

 

“No! no…no…nooo please Lewis, I’m sorry.” Alex gasped, sitting up despite the pain in his groin. “You can’t be serious! Two weeks? I’ll go insane!”

 

Lewis just smiled slightly. “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it? And Yes I am very serious”

 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, dangling it in front of Alex’s face before slipping it back into his jeans.

 

“Every night,” Lewis continued, “I’m going to come check on you. I want to see how much you’re suffering.”

 

Alex’s cock throbbed at the thought humiliation mixed with unexpected arousal creating an almost unbearable sensation.

 

“But if you can make it through these two weeks without touching yourself or even trying to remove that cage,” Lewis leaned down close enough for Alex to smell his cologne, “then maybe… just maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. On one condition.”

 

“What condition?” Alex whispered, barely able to speak past the lump in his throat.

 

Lewis’s smirk widened as he stood back up. “You have to ask me nicely. Beg for it. And I mean really beg on your knees, with tears streaming down your face.”

 

With that, Lewis turned and walked out of the room again to their bathroom, leaving Alex alone once more with nothing but his throbbing cock in a cage and two weeks of denial stretching before him.

 

Alex lay back on the floor, hand instinctively going to his crotch as he tried to process what had just happened. The physical pain was fading now, replaced by an even stronger ache the desperate need for release that Lewis had so cruelly promised would be denied for fourteen more days. Alex played with the precum streaming from his cock, causing a subtle white foam to form at the top of the cage. He sobbed frustratingly as he tugged and pulled the cage trying to get any sensation at all.