I stayed on the platform for a few minutes as the gravity of my position sank in.

Two weeks encaged.

Two weeks denied an erection.

Two weeks without being able to cum.

Chastity

Ok, my penis was on the small side (it’s not ‘on the small side’, it’s ‘nano’, meaning ‘dwarf’), but I was young and virile with a very high sex drive. When Sarah wasn’t with me, I needed to unload 3 times a day to stop my balls becoming painfully swollen with sperm.

This was a serious situation!

When I got home, I phoned Sarah. No answer; she probably wasn’t back in Wiltshire yet. I went out for a walk to try to clear my head. I left it until about 7.00pm to call again; I knew she’d be home by then.

Engaged.

7.30, engaged.

7.45, still engaged!

8.00, finally she answered.

“Sarah, I’ve been trying you for ages. Who have you been talking to?” My voice was high-pitched and panicky, “You didn’t leave a key!”

“Oh, sorry babe, Dwen called. We were chatting about Saturday. What a dancer; he left me dripping wet. Wasn’t it brilliant?” her tone was bubbly.

I was angry now. “Sarah, did you hear me? You didn’t leave a key! I can’t stay locked up for 2 weeks.”

“Of course you can, Paul; don’t be silly. You wank far too much. Rubbing that little ‘thing’ of yours three times a day is probably why it’s so tiny. Dwen was telling me he never masturbates. He saves every drop of his precious Black seed for when he’s fucking or having his big Black cock sucked.”

Oh, so they’d been discussing sucking cock.

She’d always told me only sluts did that.

Monday and Tuesday were bearable, but by Wednesday the pressure was building in my balls. By Thursday it was torture. There was no way I could wait another 8 days until Sarah’s next visit.

That night I called her, “Babe, it’s no good; my balls are full to bursting; they feel like they’re going to explode!”

“Awwww, poor little babyboi, all that sperm, and you can’t be a wanker like you normally are.” Her tone was playful, if slightly mocking.

“Sarah, it’s not funny! I need to unload!” I was sure I heard a stifled giggle.

“Ok, look, I’ve got an idea. Go and see Franklin tomorrow at his ‘Boi-Zone’ shop; that’ll take your mind off your swollen balls.”

“Er, ok, but how will that help? Please just send a key?” I was pleading, desperate.

"Certainly not! That defeats the whole point. Paul, this is about sacrifice. This is about abstinence. This is about devotion." She spoke the last word with such passion that I was genuinely moved and newly resolute to show that I was worthy of her.

Chastity

“Go tomorrow after work. Don’t forget,” and with that, she hung up.

The next day I left the office at five o’clock sharp and made it to the shop by ten to six.

The door was open, but I couldn’t see Franklin. Inside, the shop was dimly lit, with just pink and yellow spotlights picking out items on display. Dr Hook’s ‘Sexy Eyes’ drifted dreamily out of wall-mounted speakers.

I started to browse. The underwear caught my eye, especially a pair of tiny lilac briefs with a matching crop top. Like Sarah’s, they were string-side with a skimpy Brazilian back, but these had a pouch at the front and were evidently cut for the male anatomy. The top had adjustable shoulder straps almost like a bra. I felt my tiny dicklette start to swell in the cage.

There was a leather curtain at the back of the shop over which a neon sign promised, ‘Playroom’. Intrigued, I slipped through.

My eyes widened and my heart quickened as I looked around the shelves.

On one side was a huge array of lube and sex toys, and on the other, a rack of hardcore gay porn mags; interracial couples in graphic poses. Like a moth to the flame, I was drawn to the explicit images.

One magazine in particular caught my eye: ‘Blacked and Bred.’ The cover showed a jet black muscle bull, and at his knees an effeminate young lad in lingerie, his pouting lips stretched around the Black king’s giant rod.

I couldn’t help myself. There was something about the couple. I picked it up and turned to the centre spread.  The left-hand picture was of the boy’s bubble ass being mercilessly penetrated by the massive ebony python, and on the right was the aftermath. His gaping hole was red, raw and dripping sperm. The bodybuilder’s member, slick with lube and still half hard, had evidently just been withdrawn from the boy’s anus after the act of breeding was complete.

With a mixture of shock and excitement, I realised that the hung Black God was none other than Franklin himself.

I was startled by a noise from the front room of the shop and rushed back out.

It was Franklin.

“Well, well, well,” his voice as deep and as dark as the ocean bed, “if it isn’t pretty boy Paul.” He locked the door and turned the sign to ‘Closed’.

“I’ve been expecting you. Follow me.”

Expecting me?

Franklin led through to the ‘Playroom’.

“Strip naked, Paul,” his voice had dropped an octave. I started to stutter some words of protest, but he stepped towards me and put his finger against my lips. “Strip.”

It was hard to explain, but I was overcome by the urge to please him, the urge to obey. I peeled off my clothes.

Completely nude I faced him. My caged microdick and swollen balls were gently bouncing in time with my thwarted pumps of blood.

He looked down at my groin for the longest time.  Eventually, a simple, hushed, “She’s left you caged without a key,” it wasn’t a question. He came closer, cupping me in a massive paw. “House of Denial. It’s the ‘Nano’ size, meaning dwarf,” a tiny nod from me; I couldn’t speak. “She told you that. Of course she did.”

Franklin took my face in his hands. “Peaches has seen into your soul. That girl is very special. She knew you’d come to me for help.”

Putting his heavy hand on my shoulder, suddenly solemn, he said, “Paul, how old are you? Twenty?”

I finally managed to whisper two syllables: “Nineteen.”

“Ok. A healthy and virile nineteen-year-old boy like you produces 70 million sperm a day and 100 millimetres of semen. It’s cumulative,” he added, “production doesn't stop just because you don’t release it. It builds and builds, and eventually your balls will rupture from the pressure.” I didn’t doubt him. It felt like that moment was close already.

He grabbed a couple of items from the sex toy area and tenderly took my hand.

“Come with me.”

There was a door at the rear of the room. Franklin unlocked it and led me through, locking it again behind us.

It was empty except for an unusual chair. It had a long black vinyl seat and a red leather backrest. Metal footrests extended sideways from the bottom of the rear legs, and rubber handgrips from the top of the backrest.

Franklin put one of the objects onto the seat of the chair. It was a very large black dildo. Around 10” in height, it was medium-sized at the top and bottom but flared out to be alarmingly wide in the middle. It stuck to the chair with a suction cup.

Franklin’s other item was a tube of ‘Boi Butter’. The name was self-explanatory, and he poured a copious amount over the huge toy.

“Kneel up on the seat, Paul, facing the backrest.” Taking hold of the rubber handgrips, I did as he commanded, my bare bottom raised high in the air.

My imprisoned microcock was now throbbing with an unbearable intensity, my balls were at boiling point, and my cherry ripe boihole was starting to dilate.

He squeezed a great dollop of the lube onto his hands and started to massage it into my smooth, plump bum cheeks. Another big squeeze of the tube, and a wad of the viscous cream drizzled down my bum crack. As it reached my anus, Franklin spread my cheeks, and I felt it slowly seep inside me. I let out a little whimper, and I heard Franklin sighing, “Oh fuuuccckkkk.”

His fingers moved further down, pressing into my perineum. It was exquisite. “All the blood that can’t get into your penis because of the cage makes this area swollen and full.” His finger circled my ring and then suddenly pushed inside, making me gasp. It was thicker than my cock, and my anus had to stretch to take him. He pushed the whole length of it inside me, and I felt the tip touch my secret pleasure spot. I let out an involuntary squeal of arousal.

“That’s your G-spot, hypersensitive because of the cage.” I couldn’t answer other than to gently whimper “mmmmm.”

Franklin withdrew the finger, reached around and put it into my open mouth.

Instinctively, I sucked it. The first sensation was the moisture, then the heat of it and finally the taste: chocolate, cream and honey with a decadent tang of musk.

“Ooohhhh fuuuccckkkk, you dirty bitch. Come on now, let me see you ride.”

With a coquettish glance over my shoulder, I put my feet onto the footrests and let my bottom descend towards the dildo. As I felt its tip against my entrance, I slowly circled my ring around the top of the toy.

Franklin had undressed, and I felt him move behind me, his hands on my hips, the lightest touch, encouraging my rotations while gently applying some downward pressure.

I took an inch of it, then two, feeling the start of its flare, stretching my tight young ring.

Franklin’s hands were on my shoulders now. His erection, hot and heavy, briefly touched the top of my back as he pulled me downwards onto the toy, making me gasp as now three inches, then four, penetrated my bottom, the ever-increasing girth stretching me wider and wider until I started first to whimper and then to moan.

“Don’t you cum; don’t you dare cum, femboy.” His voice was guttural, raw. “When you feel your sissygasm building, you must dismount the toy.”

I was bouncing on the huge dildo now, shameless and craven. Coming right up to the tip and then sinking down onto its widest part, the massive girth making me scream with an indescribable ecstasy that only a bottom boi can know.

Franklin took my hips more roughly now, and as I sank down again, he pulled me lower, and the full width of the massive dildo breached my entrance and, with breathtaking suddenness, plundered the cavity beyond.

The thickness of it filled me and pushed against my G-spot. I gasped as the burning heat subsided and sank down until all 10” were inside me and my ass was resting on the vinyl seat.

It was becoming too much for me. I felt a thickening pulse in my G-spot; my breath was quickening. It was building inside me. I so wanted to cum; I needed to cum. The urge to just ride it out and feel the blessed relief of my balls unloading was almost overwhelming, but my moans of ecstasy must have betrayed me because he suddenly lifted me right off the toy, making me scream as my pussy lips stretched over its massive central section.

I felt the emptiness like an aching void. “Please, baby,” I whispered, “please let me cum.”

He moved behind me, and after a second’s silence, I felt the grotesque intrusion of a rubber ball being stuffed into my mouth, my jaw forced wide open to accommodate its size. My cries of protest emerged as nothing more than dribbled grunts as a Franklin tightened the gag behind my head.

Brushing the toy aside with one hand and pulling me up to stand with the other, he seated himself on the bench like a king on his throne. He emptied the remaining boi butter over the engorged bulb of his mammoth black cock and started to work it all along his length.

Eagerly, frantic with lust, I put my feet back onto the footrests and mounted him.

I positioned my soaking wet ring against his purple glans, my hands now holding his enormous shoulders and our faces only an inch apart.

He held my hips and controlled my motion as the circle of my hole rotated on his helmet. I felt the rhythmic pulsing of it. Gently he started to pull me down. Just an inch at first and then another. The hugely flared ridge line of his cockhead seemed of insurmountable girth.

His grip became tighter and his downward pulls more forceful. My cries of agony-ecstasy and pleas for mercy were no more than unintelligible, rubberised grunts, accompanied by spits and spurts of drool until at last, and with a screaming burn of pleasure-pain, his massive bulb was finally inside me.

After the coolness of the toy, it was the heat of him.

After the inanimate object, he was alive inside me.

Just role-play.

Our secret.

He rested for a moment, the only motion the throbbing of his outsize penis, bareback in my bottom.

Soon, the pain subsided, and I felt my own throbs of pleasure. His bellend was against my G-spot, and I felt it once again start to pulse.

My enforced silence meant that I spoke only with my eyes. With a brazen look, I told him;

I want it. Every inch.

I want it. Every drop.

And with his eyes he answered: Take it all, sissy girl; I’m going to breed you good.

His girth and length were such that I knew I had to give my hole to him completely. Abandon all thoughts of masculinity and heterosexuality and simply open my boypussy as wide as possible and let him take my virginity and claim me as his baby and his bitch.

A steady rhythm, a steady gaze. Each time he raised me slightly higher, and each time he pulled me down with a little more force.

I arched my back so that the length of his curved shaft was hard against my G-spot for the entirety of each stroke.

My breath was coming in frantic nasal gasps as I bit down hard on the gag.

And then I felt it;

A tingle in the tips of my toes.

Jangling nerves in my fingers.

It spread up my limbs and into the heart of me, into my soul, before concentrating down into my perineum, rumbling, boiling, coiled and poised.

And then it broke. It broke like a storm. A moment’s stillness before a jolt of electrical charge as my sissygasm struck like lightning, followed by rolling claps of tumultuous thunder as the full force of it tore through me and massive pumps of juice came up from the depths of me, in sync with Franklin’s thrusts.  My prostate, anus, perineum and balls all combined to give power to my pumps.

My first jet of cum exploded from the constricted cage’s tiny hole and splattered onto Franklin’s pecs, then more squirts and spits of my boy juice as he milked me with that freakish dong.

Finally the waves of unbearable ecstasy subsided, and I crumbled, broken and breathless.

But he didn’t stop.

He slowed his tempo, but he didn’t stop.

I was limp and lifeless, but he gripped my ass and kept a rhythm, lifting me up and letting me fall. First just an inch, then two, then three, each time letting me drop down onto him to be fully impaled. Then 4 inches, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and I felt the raised ridge of his massive cockhead pull hard against my inner ring.

I was spluttering and thrashing wildly. My knuckles were white as I gripped the handles of the Black King’s throne.

I was overpowered and overwhelmed; the pace was now relentless. I was far beyond the point of no return and totally at his mercy.

Putting one of his big hands on the back of my head, he gazed deep into me and said, “Now we are both going to empty our balls.“

In one powerful movement he stood up, still buried inside me, and flipped me onto my back on the seat.

Instinctively, my arms and legs wrapped around his gargantuan bulk, and I felt him drive even deeper into me. He loomed over me, massive and brutal. I was pinned to the seat in a position that signified both his total dominance and my complete surrender.

His thrusts were monumental. His swollen tip coming right out to my pussyhole entrance before drilling down into the core of me. Huge black balls cannoned into my butt cheeks as he crashed into me up to the hilt, all twelve inches buried in my sacred cavern.

My head was thrashing wildly from side to side, my stifled cries and screams nothing but spluttering gibberish.

I felt the telltale tingle again in my toes and caught his gaze with my eyes stretched wide to let him know that I was close. He pinned my head to the seat with a powerful hand around my throat and started to pound my bottom with an intensity that bordered on violence.

The volcanic eruptions had started in my prostate and at the root of my dwarf boybit, and with my legs now stretched out stiff and wide, my whole body trembled and shook, and my splashing spurts of juice were forced out of the cage under the pressure of the tight confinement.

I was almost drifting out of consciousness as I felt Franklin’s muscles start to flex and twitch, his thrusts now matched by bestial grunts.

All I could think was,

Take it, take it, take it.

All I could wish for was his;

Cum, cum, cum.

With a final ferocity, he increased the pace and force of his fucking until his entire mass tensed and flexed, and, with a final triumphant thrust, his orgasm was released in all its glory.

The first fountain jet of his love juice flooded deep into my inner sanctum – and I blacked out.

…

I woke up in my own bed. Franklin was gently mopping my brow with a cool damp flannel.

I looked into his eyes. “Here he is, babyboi, back in the land of the living,” his voice a sonorous, soothing bass.

“How are you feeling?” I couldn’t answer in words; only a blush and slight widening of the eyes could attempt to convey how I felt.

He gave a little chuckle. “Such a good girl.“

Girl? Yes.

“Have a shower, then come through to the living room. I’ve made you some food.”

I rose unsteadily to my feet. My legs were like jelly. I was nude and limp, my balls weightless and totally hollow. He had drained me completely. There was a fullness and heat inside my bottom.

Memories came back…

Drained … and flooded.

He left me, and I walked through to the bathroom. I could feel a weight of liquid flowing down inside me. I clenched my hole to try to keep his essence inside me, but it was no good. Even with my sphincter muscles fully flexed, my anus was gaping open, and as I stood in the shower, a vast quantity of Franklin's cum splashed down out of my pussy and coated the shower tray.

My pussy? Yes.

Just role-play? No.

Our secret?

Washed and empty I went back to the bedroom. He’d laid out clothes for me. The lilac boy-panties and bra crop top that I’d admired in his shop and a pair of diamanté high heels. I looked at the size: 7, my size.

I put it all on and walked slowly towards the living room.

Franklin was on the phone, and as I got closer, I caught snippets of the conversation.

“She passed out, bless her.”

(A chuckle)

“Yes, every inch of me”

“Begged for it…”

“Yes, every drop …”

He turned towards me as I entered the room. “Ok, Peaches, here she is,” and he held out the handset to me.

“Hello, Sarah.”

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

Franklin was moving toward the front door.

“Hang on a minute, babe.” I put the phone down on the table and walked over to Franklin. Placing my hands on his biceps, I raised my face toward him, and we kissed. First gently, tentatively even, then openly, wildly. His powerful tongue invading my mouth and pushing into my throat.

When the kiss ended, he silently left, and I walked back and picked up the phone.

“Sorry, just kissing him goodbye. I’m feeling much better.” I paused. “Empty,” and then softly, “different.”

“You’re changing. The real you is emerging,” she was explaining, as if to a child.

“I’m so proud of you. Franklin said you were the best fuck he’s ever had.”

I blinked, swallowed, didn’t speak.

“Who’d have thought you’d be the first of us to get fucked by a big…” A pause. “Black…” Another. “Cock.” She said it so slowly it became two syllables.

I played my part. I knew my line. In the softest whisper I uttered the words, “You should try it,” and ‘click’, the line went dead.