Hahaha. Here’s a boy if I ever saw one. We’ll wax him, cage him, and teach him how to do chores.
Troy stared at the response to his insta post, unable to believe it. It didn’t matter that there were over 100 comments that all fed his ego, this one pissed him off so badly. It was a friend of a friend who he’d only met once or twice, but of course rather than exchange numbers they’d shared instas. Now he does this? Who the hell did that guy think he was? Before he could think about it any further, he shot off a message to the poster.
“WTF dude!? Where do you get off calling me a boy?”
I was a couple hours later, his phone chirped, alerting him to the response. What can I say? I see what I see.
He took no time pushing back. “What you say doesn’t make sense anyway. It’s not like any of that stuff makes a man or a boy.”
Prove it
“What the hell do you mean prove it? I prove it every day.”
No, you said what I mentioned doesn’t matter. So prove it. Let’s start small. Shave that beard. Tell me how much of a “Daddy” you feel like then.
“Fuck off. I got nothing to prove to you.” With that, he slammed his phone down and didn’t respond. On the other side of town, the other man smiled. He had only to wait.
That night Troy kept raging at the comments the other guy had made. He meant what he said, he had nothing to prove. But it pissed him off. He had a couple drinks, but it didn’t help. That night he tossed and turned, his rage simmering.
The next morning he awoke still frustrated. His morning wood was even less of a distraction than usual. He took the hottest shower he could stand, but his thoughts never left that one guy. He didn’t know why one guy out of so many bothered him, but he’d never really been challenged like that.
Maybe that was it. He should look at it as a challenge. Just like when he started lifting and got a tattoo to cover up how people saw him when he was more scrawny. “Fuck it,” he said to himself. He’d prove to this douche that he was full of shit. Without another thought he shaved his whole beard off. He immediately took another thirst trap photo and posted it. “That’ll show him,” he thought.
Throughout the day, he got the expected comments, lots of compliments, and “Hot!!!” Or fire emojis. Feeling great, he was happy when he got a new message. “Glad to see you accepted the challenge. I forgot how young you look without your beard!”
“Young or not, I’m still on top. As expected.” Troy responded cockily.
“Sure. Sure. I mean it’s not like you did anything actually daring like shaving all that chest and underarm hair. Keeping that “daddy status” with that would have been impressive. Oh well.”
Troy rolled his eyes and closed his phone. He’d proven himself enough already.
Or so he thought.
Over the next few days, the guy’s words gnawed at him. It didn’t help that some older guys had been hitting on him a bit, clearly mistaking his shaven face for an easy boy to fuck. Couldn’t they tell he was on another level from those boys?
That night he decided to go out and get a boy to take his frustrations out on. To truly prove his point to his antagonizer, he shaved his chest and pits too. After he’d fucked a boy’s brains out, he’d send a pic directly to that fucker and show him how it wasn’t any of that which made him an alpha man.
He got to the club and was surprised to find it was underwear night. Always happy to show off his body, he stripped down. Tonight he was wearing a pair of dark blue trunks that he felt looked great on him, so he knew he’d be at the top of his game.
He had a couple beers as he took his time hunting down his prey. He took in all the appreciative glances sent his way. Not minding that he got some attention from guys that weren’t normally his speed, so long as they didn’t disrupt his game.
He eventually found a little twink to take home and he pounded him hard. He was a little frustrated that the boy hadn’t worshiped him more. He really liked his chest and pits being licked and worshiped, but the boy didn’t seem into it. Still, he was fun to fuck, and as intended he sent a selfie as a DM to the guy that had been harassing him.
“Damn,” he responded. “I am pretty impressed. Maybe you are all you think you are. Of course even your cock couldn’t get inside a twink like that without that bush of yours.”
Troy of course practically got high off the compliment so didn’t even think before responding, “Challenge accepted.”
The next night he was at the club again and after a few drinks he found the perfect twink. He actually had a boyfriend, but they were both pretty cute so he figured playing with them together was no problem. Sometimes couples just needed a bull to spice things up, a role he was happy to fill.
He went back to their place, but was surprised when they got naked and started fooling around that the guys seemed to keep trying to go for his ass. At first he just tried to divert them subtly, but after a while, he got frustrated.
“Guys, no offense, but I’m a total top. Surely you knew that. The way you made it sound you both wanted to get fucked tonight.”
The boyfriend of the twink started laughing. “No boy, we both wanted to fuck. My boy here is verse so doesn’t get to fuck very often. When we saw you we knew you’d be perfect. Seeing you without your clothes on tells me my boy was right as usual.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?” Troy practically shouts. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?
“I mean look at you. Smooth as a baby. Even my boy leaves a little fluff. Ypu went all out. Don’t tell me you didn’t think we’d notice.”
“It was just a bet. Like I said, I always fuck. This,” Troy says, grabbing his dick, “Is all the ‘manliness’ I need to fuck guys like you.”
Troy didn’t notice the anger that flashed in the other man’s eyes as he continued on a tirade of how superior he was. All the pent up frustration he’d felt since that first post had boiled over. Finally, the other man had had enough.
“You seem to have some weird conceptions of what it is to be a man. Let me educate you.”
With that, he grabbed Troy, and brought his face directly to his pit. Troy was too shocked to pull away as he inhaled the other man’s musk.
“Smell that boy? That’s how a man smells.”
After a moment he pulled him up to the mirrored closet doors. “And this is how a man looks. Look at me. Look at my boy. Which one do you look more like?”
Troy was still reeling from the man’s anger and intensity, but he tried to collect himself. “I look more like him, but like I said, it was a bet…”
The man flicked Troy’s cock harshly, not letting him continue. “You said all you needed to. You look more like a boy. And even if it was a bet, a: you shouldn't have taken it, and b. You shouldn’t have lost.”
At this point Troy spoke up again, “Well no, it was more of a challenge. Proving my manhood and all that.” He assumed the other man would understand this better.
Instead, he started laughing. “A challenge. Fuck boy. A MAN doesn’t need to prove his manhood. He doesn’t NEED to accept a challenge. No one can impact his manhood. You needing to prove it shows you were always going to be a boy. Just needed someone to make it happen. My guess is this,” he said, flicking Troy’s cock again, “is the problem.”
All the berating and flicking had of course killed Troy’s hardon, so he was perfectly positioned when the man slipped a cage over it. “This was the boy’s, but I think you need it more. Now, my guess is you still think you shouldn't be fucked. So get the hell out of here. Come back when you’re ready. I’ll take that thing off when you let us fuck you.”
Troy was practically shoved out the door and for a moment just stood there dumbfounded. How had that happened? Why didn’t he stop that guy from talking to him like that? How had he not put a stop to the caging? Surely he could have, right?
He went home eager to get the cage off, but couldn’t find a way to get it off himself. He went to bed vowing to get it removed the next day.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t any luckier the next day. He knew he’d have to get professional help, or beg that guy. His ego would allow for neither. He was also so horny. Of course as he was thinking through all this, the fucker who started all this messaged.
“How goes?”
That was all he said, but it unleashed the floodgates. Troy was so angry. He unleashed all his rage through his messages, telling his story in a fury.
The reaction was surprising. “Oh, I think I can help with that. Want me to come over?”
Troy wanted to say no, he was afraid that it would somehow be worse, but he was so desperate, and this guy knew already. He might as well have him over.
When he arrived, he came in without knocking. Troy noticed he’d put on a little more muscle since last he saw him. Not his type, but he looked good for sure. “So how can you help?” he asked.
“Oh easy. I know how to milk your prostate with my fingers. It will help you be less horny till we can get that thing off of you, and it won’t require you to get fucked.”
Of course Troy was against the idea, but after an hour of back and forth, he finally relented. The guy was an expert and Troy came quickly. It felt different than cumming while fucking, but he had been so horny he didn’t care. He needed it.
Of course that was the last time it was completely free. Troy tried all week to find a non humiliating way to get the cage off, but to no avail. So he kept getting milked. He slowly realized that it never fully got rid of him being horny, but it helped somewhat. So he let it happen several times a day. He didn’t care how much the guy teased him while he did it. He didn’t see how he started to give into the humiliation.
He needed it so much he finally relented when he had to give head to get it. He found himself more obedient as well, though he often didn’t notice. It started to feel normal.
When it was suggested that he just give in and let the couple fuck him so that he could get the key and unlock his cock, he reluctantly agreed. They happily came over and spit roasted him. He was humiliated, but he was also so used to cumming from fucking that he came hands free. After they left, he realized they had given the key not to him, but to his tormentor.
He walked over to Troy, who was still spent from being fucked. “Now, boy, I think it’s time to make sure you understand.” He brought Troy over to the mirror. “Look at yourself. A hairless, caged boy, who came from being fucked hands free. How look at this too.”
The man took down his pants revealing the “daddy” trunks that had started it all. Troy hadn’t realized they’d been taken. “I’ve been wearing these for days now.” He stripped them off, turned them inside out and simply commanded, “Open.” Troy didn’t have it in him to do anything but obey, so he opened his mouth, finding his own underwear shoved in his mouth, but tasting strongly of another man.
He didn’t do a thing when the man went behind him and began fucking him. He could only stare at himself and the humiliating image he saw in front of him. A humiliation made even worse when he realized he came once again to his third fuck of the night.
He had nothing left, so when the man slipped the key in the lock on his cage, Troy was shocked. The man led his hand down to the lock, and Troy found a tiny measure of hope creep up.
“Look at yourself. Look at what you are now. And take that key and break it in the lock.” Troy knew he could instead turn the key. A part of him tried to do just that. But the other part, the part that had been overwhelmed by the erosion of confidence since that first moment was far stronger, and so a tiny snap was heard instead. The lock was now permanent, and Troy’s new life truly began
