Chapter 22: Apartment Party
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The door to apartment 1221 was propped open by a sneaker wedged beneath it, the hinges squeaking slightly as the group stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer and something sweetly herbal—vanilla candles burning low in glass holders scattered across surfaces, their wax pooling like slow-moving lava. The balcony doors were thrown wide, a rectangle of flickering streetlights cutting through the dim living room. A Bluetooth speaker hummed a low, bass-heavy track, the rhythm pulsing through the soles of Derek’s feet as he stepped onto the hardwood floor.
The other balcony party had moved en masse—now, a dozen or more strangers lounged in mismatched chairs, huddled in corners, or stumbled across the open space of the apartment with drinks in hand. All eyes turned toward him the moment he walked in.
Derek’s breath hitched. The taste of cum still lingered on his tongue, a shameful reminder of what he had just endured—and what awaited him here. His shirt clung to his back, the fabric damp from sweat, and beneath it, the chastity cage pressed against his trapped flesh. He kept his hands tucked into his pockets, fingers twisting the fabric nervously.
He walked in on shaky legs. His ass still ached and burned from the pounding Janice and Kathy had given him. His head was bowed in shame, knowing that this group of people had watched him being degraded across the street.
He could feel their collective gaze as if it were a physical weight pressing down on him. The party around them seemed to pause for just a moment as he entered, the low hum of conversation muffling slightly as all attention turned to him.
Kayla, still gripping his arm possessively, led him forward with a confident stride. "Alright, everyone, this is Derek," she announced loudly, her voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade. "He just gave Janice and Kathy a crash course in pegging," she added with a wicked grin, gesturing toward the two women who followed closely behind him.
"So if you want to try it out, he's your guy."
A chorus of laughter erupted from the gathered crowd, some of whom hooted and catcalled in obvious appreciation. Derek kept his eyes fixed on the floor, his face burning with a mix of humiliation and reluctant arousal. The chastity cage pressed against him with every step, a constant reminder of his submission.
A tall, broad-shouldered man with dark curly hair detached himself from the group near the balcony and sauntered toward them, carrying two glasses of amber liquid. He had a lazy, confident walk that spoke of someone used to being the center of attention.
His t-shirt stretched tight over a chest that tapered down to a lean waist, and his dark jeans rode low on his hips. He held out one of the glasses toward Derek.
"Name's Levi," he said, his voice a smooth baritone. "From what I heard, you've earned a drink."
Derek accepted the glass automatically, the liquid inside catching the light. He took a sip before he could think better of it—bourbon, neat, the burn sharp and immediate. It grounded him slightly. He finally looked up, meeting Levi’s gaze.
Levi’s eyes were dark and assessing, but there was no mockery in them, only curiosity.
He took a slow sip from his own glass, watching Derek over the rim. The bourbon burned its way down Derek’s throat, clearing some of the shame that had pooled there like warm syrup.
A group of girls had descended on Kayla, Janice, and Kathy. They were curious about the strapons and Kayla got them out of the duffle bag and passed them around.
The women fingered the silicone with appreciation and one of them, a petite redhead with a bold laugh, wrapped her hand around the base of the dildo. She ran her fingers along the ribs before shooting Derek a sly look. "Wow, he took this big thing up his ass?" she asked, squeezing the shaft gently. "That must have hurt." There was a murmur of agreement from the other girls.
A brunette with a heart tattoo on her wrist stepped forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. She placed a hand on Derek's shoulder and squeezed, her touch surprisingly gentle for all the bravado. "So, what’s it feel like?" she asked, her voice soft but curious. "Having something that big inside your ass?"
Derek swallowed hard, the bourbon doing little to soften the memory of the silicone stretching him open. He opened his mouth to answer, but Kayla beat him to it. "Well, I'll tell you this. He came on the floor while he was getting fucked."
The brunette laughed, and Derek felt the heat rise to his face. The shame wasn’t just lingering—it was festering, spreading through him like a slow poison. He wanted to say something, anything, to reclaim a shred of dignity. But the words wouldn’t come.
Levi stepped closer, his shoulder brushing Derek’s as he took another sip of his drink. The bourbon had warmed him, loosened something inside. "You’re taking their attention well," he murmured, low enough that only Derek could hear. "Most guys would be cowering in the corner."
Derek exhaled sharply. "I just don’t want to make it worse."
Levi chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Worse for who? You think they’re judging you?” His dark eyes flicked over the gathered crowd, then back to Derek. “They’re not. They’re impressed, and curious. I don't doubt one of them would love to try you out.”
Levi's voice was quiet, almost conspiratorial. His hand rested lightly on Derek's lower back in a way that felt more like a command than comfort. The warmth of his palm seeped through Derek’s damp shirt, grounding him in the moment. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t have the strength to.
Across the room, Kayla caught his eye and smirked, her lips curling around the rim of her plastic cup as she took a long sip of whatever fruity concoction she’d mixed tonight. She nodded at him, just once—a silent signal, heavy with implication. *He’s yours if you want him.* The thought sent a jolt through Derek’s chest, sharp and unwanted.
He shouldn’t want that nod. He shouldn’t want *any* of this. But the bourbon in his hand was nearly gone, the burn of it still curling in his gut, and Levi’s hand on his back—firm, possessive—felt like the only thing keeping him upright.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to catch Levi’s profile in the corner of his vision. The man’s jaw was shadowed with stubble, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he thought. Derek found himself staring at the way Levi’s throat worked as he swallowed another sip of his drink. The movement was deliberate, slow, like he was savoring the burn on purpose.
Derek's fingers tightened around his glass but he didn't look away. The bourbon worked its way through him, loosening muscles he hadn't realized were clenched so tight. Levi caught his stare and held it, unblinking. He had a look of clear lust.
Kayla's laughter cut through the moment like a knife - sharp, knowing, and just a little cruel. She sauntered over with Janice and Kathy in tow, their arms linked around each other's waists in a display of camaraderie that felt almost performance art. "Well well well," Kayla drawled, her eyes dancing between Derek and Levi.
"Looks like someone found their new favorite toy." She leaned in, her breath warm with the scent of vodka and something sweet, her lips curling into a smirk. "Tell me, Levi - you gonna break him in real nice or just fuck him until he can't walk straight?"
Levi didn’t break eye contact with Derek as he answered, his voice a low rumble. "Depends on what he needs." His hand on Derek's back shifted slightly, fingertips pressing just a little firmer against his spine. "What do you need, Derek?"
The question hung there, heavy with possibility. Derek’s pulse hammered in his throat, his mind scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t reveal too much.
The bourbon had dulled the edges of his humiliation, but not enough to make this easy. He shifted slightly under Levi’s hand, the warmth of it seeping through his damp shirt grounding him in a way that felt dangerously close to comfort.
“I—I don’t know,” Derek admitted, his voice rougher than he intended. The words tasted like defeat, but honesty felt safer than defiance right now. “The pain and humiliation seem to do something to me. I don't know why.”
Derek’s voice cracked slightly on the last word, the bourbon loosening his tongue in ways his mind hadn’t anticipated. He glanced down at his shoes, then back up at Levi through his lashes, the raw honesty of his words hanging between them like a confession.
Levi studied him for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. Then, slowly, he set his glass down on the nearest surface—a coffee table cluttered with empty bottles and ashtrays—and took Derek’s untouched drink from his hand, setting it beside his own. His fingers grazed Derek’s wrist as he did, the touch deliberate, electric.
“Then you won’t have to think,” Levi murmured, his voice dropping even lower. "Do you want me to take you right here, in front of everyone? Did you know that statistically women watch more gay male porn than any other type? I'm sure they would enjoy a show." Levi finished, continuing to look into Derek's eyes.
"Or do you want to go into the bedroom and let me fuck you in private, where no one can see?"
Derek felt his breath catch in his throat. The choice was paralyzing, each option laden with its own weight of shame and desire. His mind raced, but his body seemed to have made its decision already—the way his fingers trembled around his glass, the way his pulse hammered in his throat, the way his trapped cock twitched against the unforgiving bars of the cage.
Kayla’s laughter rang out again, sharp and knowing. "Oh, this is *gold*," she said, clapping her hands together once. "Look at him, Levi.
He's already thinking about it. Derek, baby, tell us what you need." Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Derek’s ear as she whispered, "Let him take you. Let everyone see what you really are."
Derek’s knees nearly buckled at the words, the bourbon and the weight of the moment crashing over him like a wave. He could feel the heat of Levi’s body close to his, the man’s presence suffocating in the best way possible. The chastity cage dug into his flesh, a cruel reminder of his own arousal despite everything.
Derek didn't think of himself as gay. It was the embarrassment, humiliation, and pain, that he seemed to seek above all else. The degradation that made his coch ache despite the unrelenting cage, the way others looked at him - with ownership, or with disgust. He relished the pain The degradation that made his cock ache despite the unrelenting cage, the way the others looked at him—with hunger, with ownership, that made his skin burn hotter than any whiskey could. That was what he needed.
Derek’s breath came in shallow gasps. He wanted to say something—anything—but the words dissolved on his tongue, replaced by the pounding of his pulse in his ears. Levi’s dark gaze never wavered, his expression shifting from curiosity to something far more intent. The man’s fingers flexed against Derek’s back, his touch firm, possessive, as if he already owned him.
Levi stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating through Derek’s damp shirt. He could feel the weight of the crowd’s eyes on him, their curiosity pressing in from all sides.
Derek’s throat tightened. He wanted to look away, to retreat into himself, but he couldn’t. Levi’s presence anchored him, like a lifeline in a storm of shame. The bourbon had stripped away his inhibitions just enough to let the truth rise to the surface.
“I don’t know what I need,” Derek admitted finally, his voice rough. The words were half-choked by fear, half-pleaded with desire. He swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the alcohol.
“Just—just do it.”
Levi’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. “Good boy.”
The endearment sent a jolt through Derek’s chest, sparking something deep and primal. His legs trembled, but he forced himself to stand straighter, shoulders back. He could feel Kayla’s gaze burning into his side, knew she was watching for his reaction, waiting for him to break—but he wouldn’t.
Levi didn’t waste time. One hand slid from Derek’s back to grip the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his damp hair. The other hand slid beneath his waistband, knuckles pressing against his chastity cage through the thin fabric of his pants.
Derek made a quiet, helpless sound—half whimper, half moan—as Levi’s grip tightened, his thumb brushing the locked plastic through the cloth.
“You’re coming with me,” Levi murmured, his breath warm against Derek’s ear. He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait for permission. The possessive pressure of his fingers said enough: *You’re mine now.*
Derek didn’t resist.
Kayla’s laughter rang out behind them, sharp and delighted. “Go get him, Levi,” she called, her voice light and teasing. “Make sure he remembers this night.”
Derek couldn’t see her, couldn’t respond.
All he could feel was the hand in his hair, the other pressing against his cage, the weight of every gaze in that room drilling into the tender parts of him he’d spent years pretending didn’t exist. The bourbon had long since left his system—replaced by something sharper, hotter, a need so raw it stole his breath.
Levi didn’t wait. With a slow, deliberate tug of Derek’s hair, he turned him toward the narrow hallway leading deeper into the apartment. The music from the party faded behind them, swallowed by the closing door and the muffled hum of bodies still moving in the living room.
Derek stumbled forward, his bare feet padding silently against the hardwood floor. The hallway was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a nightlight plugged into a socket near the base of the wall. It cast long, shifting shadows across the framed movie posters that lined the corridor—old horror and sci-fi prints, their colors muted by time.
Levi’s hand didn’t leave Derek’s neck. His grip was firm but not brutal, guiding him forward with quiet command. The warmth of his palm radiated through Derek’s skin, seeping into places that had gone numb with shame and liquor.
He didn’t resist the pull, didn’t fight the direction—he let himself be led, the carpet beneath his bare feet muffling his steps like a child being tucked into bed.
Levi’s breath brushed against Derek’s ear as they moved deeper into the apartment. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re trembling.”
Derek wasn’t sure if he was trembling from the rush of the moment or the whiskey still lingering in his veins, but he did as he was told. He exhaled sharply, forcing his muscles to unclench.
The hallway opened into a bedroom. The door had been left slightly ajar, revealing a space bathed in the warm glow of a bedside lamp.
The sheets were rumpled as if someone had been waiting for company. A faint smell of leather and sandalwood lingered in the air, wrapping around Derek’s senses like a second skin.
Levi guided him inside with a firm hand on his nape, nudging the door shut behind them with a soft click. The sound of the party—distant laughter, the bass of music—was muffled now, like the world outside had been sealed away. Derek could only focus on the warmth of Levi’s body radiating behind him, the rough texture of his palm against his neck, the quiet strength in the grip.
Levi didn’t let go. Instead, he pressed Derek forward until his legs hit the edge of the bed.
Derek’s knees buckled slightly, knees hitting the mattress as his body yielded. Levi’s hand on his neck didn’t loosen, not even when Derek exhaled a shaky breath that sent a strand of hair across his forehead.
Levi reached around him and flicked the bedside lamp off with a sharp twist of his wrist—plunging the room into soft, amber shadows that danced across the walls. The streetlights outside cast long, wavering stripes of gold across the hardwood floor.
“You like being looked at,” Levi murmured, his voice a dark vibration against Derek’s ear. He leaned in, his breath warm and sharp with bourbon. “You like knowing they were watching you get used.
You like knowing they can still see the marks on you.” Levi’s fingers slid up, tracing the shell of Derek’s ear with deliberate slowness, pulling a quiet gasp from him. “Isn’t that right?”
Derek shivered, his body betraying him once again as heat pooled low in his stomach, despite the chastity cage biting into his trapped flesh. He nodded, unable to speak.
Levi hummed, satisfied. His other hand slid beneath Derek’s shirt, rough and warm against his damp skin, fingers splaying wide over his lower back before dipping beneath the waistband of his pants.
The tips of his fingers traced the metal ridges of the cage pressed against Derek’s cock, the touch firm, possessive.
“Did they make you come like this?” Levi asked, his voice a dark purr. “Barely able to breathe, locked up tight while they fucked you? While everyone watched?”
Derek whimpered, his hips twitching forward despite himself, the cage pressing harder against his trapped flesh. The shame of it burned through him like whiskey.
“Answer me,” Levi commanded, his grip tightening just enough to remind Derek who held the power.
“Yes,” Derek gasped out, his voice raw.
“They made me come like this. I couldn’t even—fuck—I couldn’t finish. I just came all over the floor, locked up, knowing everyone was watching.”
Levi’s low chuckle vibrated through Derek’s chest, the sound dark and satisfied. “Good boy,” he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a mantra. He pressed forward, forcing Derek back onto the bed, his body pinning Derek’s legs down with just the weight of his body. Derek landed with a soft thud, the sheets cool against his overheated skin. Levi loomed over him, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of Derek’s flushed face, the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath.
The bourbon still lingered in Levi’s system—sharp, potent—but it was nothing compared to the intoxicating power of having this man beneath him, trembling and obedient.
Derek’s hands came up instinctively to press against Levi’s chest, not to push him away, but as if to ground himself in the weight of the moment. His fingers curled into the fabric of Levi’s shirt, bunching it slightly as his hips shifted restlessly against the mattress. The chastity cage dug into his trapped flesh with every tiny movement, a cruel but delicious reminder of his submission.
Levi leaned down, his breath hot against Derek’s ear as he whispered, "You’re so fucking perfect like this.
All flushed and trembling, your pretty little cage still locked tight while you squirm for me."
Derek made a desperate sound, his back arching off the bed as Levi’s words sent a jolt through him. The humiliation of the moment—the fact that he was lying here, submitting to a man he barely knew, while his wife’s intern and her friends could likely hear every sound from the other room—only made his cock throb harder against the unforgiving plastic.
Levi’s fingers traced the outline of the cage through Derek’s pants before sliding beneath the waistband. He gave the metal a sharp tug, testing its security. The lock didn’t budge.
Derek whimpered, his hips jerking involuntarily against the mattress as Levi tested the cage's unyielding grip. The denial was exquisite torture—proof that his body had been claimed, controlled, made to suffer for pleasure.
Levi chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through Derek’s chest as his free hand slid up to grip Derek’s throat—not enough to restrict breath, but enough to feel the pulse beneath his fingertips quicken.
"You’re trembling," Levi murmured, his thumb brushing Derek’s jawline with surprising gentleness. "Good." He wanted to protest, to beg, to say something—anything—but the words dissolved under the weight of Levi’s dominance.
All he could manage was a soft, broken sound as Levi’s hand tightened fractionally around his throat, not enough to cut off air, but just enough to remind him of the control being exerted over him.
Levi’s thumb brushed Derek’s lower lip, pulling it down slightly before releasing it with a quiet snap against his skin. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr. “You don’t need to talk. Just feel.”
Derek’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. The shame was a living thing inside him, coiling tighter with every second he lay there, submitting so completely to a man he barely knew.
Yet the humiliation only fed the fire in his blood, the forbidden thrill of surrender making his trapped cock throb painfully against the plastic cage that locked him away from pleasure.
Levi’s grip on Derek’s throat tightened just enough to feel the pulse beneath his fingertips quicken—a dark promise of what was to come. The man leaned in closer, his breath hot against Derek’s ear as he murmured, “You’re so responsive. I love how you take what I give you.”
Derek’s fingers clawed at Levi’s shirt, not in resistance but as if seeking an anchor in the storm of sensations wrecking him.
The shame, the arousal, the sheer weight of being undone in front of a stranger—it should have terrified him. But it didn’t. It thrilled him. His cock thrummed against the merciless cage, each pulse a reminder that he wasn’t in control, that he didn’t want to be.
Levi’s thumb traced Derek’s jawline, slow and deliberate, sending shivers down his spine. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. “The way they all watched you. The way they *know* what you are now.”
Derek’s breath caught. He wanted to deny it.
He wanted to scream, to run, to claw his way back to the safe, boring life where he was just a husband, just a man who paid bills on time and collected watches he couldn’t afford. But the words died in his throat as Levi’s other hand slipped beneath his waistband, fingers curling around the cage itself—not teasing, not testing this time, but gripping it with possessive finality.
“You don’t have to pretend with me,” Levi murmured, his lips brushing Derek’s ear. “I can *feel* how much you want this.”
Derek’s mouth opened in a silent cry as Levi gave the cage a sharp, downward tug, the motion pulling him flush against the man’s body.
The sheets beneath him bunched under his thrashing hips as Levi held him down by his throat—not quite choking, but close, the pressure delicious and suffocating.
“Fuck, you’re *perfect*,” Levi growled, his voice rough with lust as he finally released his grip on the cage and let his hand slide lower, tracing the outline of Derek’s trapped cock through the fabric of his pants. Derek gasped, his back arching off the mattress, his body helpless under the weight of Levi’s dominance.
Levi’s fingers worked at the button of Derek’s pants with practiced ease, popping it open and dragging the zipper down with a slow, deliberate sound.
The teeth of the zipper hissed apart, the metallic tang sharp in the dim air. Derek’s breath came in shallow, panicked gasps, his hips lifting off the bed in a desperate, involuntary response.
“Shh,” Levi murmured again, his free hand pressing down lightly on Derek’s chest, pinning him to the mattress. “Just let it happen.”
The pants slid down Derek’s hips with a whisper of fabric, the movement exposing the locked cage pressing against his flesh. The plastic gleamed dully in the faint light, the bars of the lock glinting like a cruel promise. Levi exhaled sharply, his fingers tracing the outline of the cage with slow, reverent strokes.
Derek's breath hitched, his body trembling beneath Levi's touch as the weight of the moment settled over them like a second skin.
"Fuck, you're so responsive," Levi murmured, his voice rough with lust. His fingers slid lower, pressing against the plastic encasing Derek's cock, the touch firm and possessive. "I can feel you throbbing against this thing. You want me to take it off, don't you?"
Derek whimpered, his hips twitching involuntarily against the mattress. He wanted to deny it—wanted to cling to some shred of dignity—but the words dissolved before they could form. He nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Yes,” he choked out, the word torn from him like a confession. The shame burned through him, hot and electric, but beneath it lay something else—something he’d spent years pretending didn’t exist.
Levi’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice a dark purr. His fingers traced the outline of the cage through the fabric of Derek’s underwear, the touch deliberate, teasing. “You *like* being locked up. You like being *owned*.”
Derek’s hips jerked up, a whimper escaping him. The cage dug into him with every movement, a cruel reminder of his submission.
His cock, though trapped and denied release, thrummed with need beneath the unforgiving plastic, betraying his body’s desires.
Levi chuckled, low and dark, as he traced the ridges of the cage through Derek’s thin cotton briefs. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. "Can’t even control your own cock, can you?" His fingers pressed harder, the plastic pressing painfully against Derek’s trapped flesh. "This thing’s been inside you for how long? Making you suffer? Making you *wait*?"
Derek’s breath hitched, his back arching off the mattress as Levi’s words sent another jolt through him.
Levi lowed his own pants and unleashed his large cock from his underwear. He pressed down on Derek's shoulders, forcing Derek's hips and ass to raise up to meet his erect cock. Levi rubbed his cock along Derek's ass, and casually asked him, "Tell me what you want sissy." His voice was casual, like he was asking about the weather, not demanding Derek's soul.
Derek’s breath hitched as he felt the hot, hard length of Levi’s cock slide along the crack of his ass, the pressure teasing, maddening. The shame of the moment coiled tight in his chest, but beneath it, something else burned—something desperate, something *hungry*.
“I—I don’t know,” Derek stammered, his voice raw. The words tasted like surrender. He couldn’t lie, not now, not when the heat of Levi’s body pressed against him, when the memory of being watched still cling to his skin like a second shadow.
His thighs trembled against the sheets, knees digging into the mattress as Levi’s cock nudged insistently between them.
"Try harder," Levi murmured, his breath hot against the shell of Derek's ear. His free hand slid beneath Derek's waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hip with possessive firmness. The other hand remained on Derek’s shoulder, pinning him down—marking territory.
Derek swallowed hard, his throat working. He could feel the weight of Levi’s gaze drilling into him, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air like a live wire. His mind scrambled for an answer that wouldn’t betray him completely—something honest, something raw, something that would make this real.
"Please invite them in then. If you are going to really break me, I want everyone to know it," Derek whispered.
His voice broke on the last word, raw and trembling. The shame of admitting it aloud burned in his throat, but beneath the fire, something inside him *relaxed*—as if the truth had been a lock, and he’d just handed over the key.
Levi’s breath hitched, just for a second, like he hadn’t expected the answer—but then he exhaled, slow and deliberate, and his hips pressed forward again, the tip of his cock brushing Derek’s crease, teasing, promising.
“Fuck,” Levi hissed, his voice rough with arousal. "Stay here and still until I'm back." he commanded. Levi pulled himself off of Derek, and left the room. After about 3 minutes, Derek heard the footsteps and laughing conversation from a crowd of people approaching the bedroom where he lay ass up on the bed. Levi re-entered the room, along with at least a dozen of the party goers. Laughter and amazed lewd comments came from the crowd, as they saw Derek's ultimate submission and impending degradation.
They all crowded into the room, forming a living semi-circle around the bed. Levi stood at the foot of the bed, naked, his already rock hard cock glistening with pre-cum. He motioned for Derek to raise his hips. Derek obeyed.
Levi leaned down and ran a hand possessively over Derek's ass. The men and women from the party crowding into the room, made appreciative lewd comments and the women gave Derek envious looks. Levi spread Derek's ass cheeks and leaned down to blow hot breath on Derek's exposed asshole, making Derek buck up a bit.
"Such a pretty little hole." He murmured, and continued to blow warm air on the puckered skin. The crowd around the bed gasped in awe as they watched this advance, their murmurs growing louder. Derek's hips began to wiggle, feeling the shameful exposure and the degrading treatment. He felt like he was about to lose his mind.
Levi leaned down and gave Derek's ass a few open-mouthed kisses. Then he gently pulled on Derek's chastity cage, testing it's security. He pulled hard, and Derek whimpered. Levi chuckled darkly and pulled again. "It's time for you to show what a worthless sissy hole you've become.", Levi said, and he pressed his hard dickhead against Derek's puckered asshole.
Slow, steady, he pushed in just the tip with a wet sound that echoed through the room. The crowd held their breath as they watched Derek's eyes widen and his mouth drop open in a silent cry.
Levi pulled back just slightly before pushing in again, breaching Derek this time. A choked sound escaped Derek's throat as he felt his body being split open, the stretch burning in the most shameful way.
Levi's hands gripped Derek's hips hard, holding him open as he sank deeper inch by painful inch. Derek's fingers clawed at the sheets as his body fought against the invasion - not because he didn't want it, but because the sensation was so intense it bordered on unbearable.
The burn of being stretched open, the shame of being watched, the cold metal of the chastity cage pressing against his trapped flesh - all of it combined into something overwhelming that made his vision blur at the edges.
He let out a broken sound, half-moan, half-whimper, his hips jerking involuntarily against the mattress as Levi pushed deeper. The crowd around them had gone completely silent, all eyes glued to where their bodies joined - the obscene sight of a man's thick cock disappearing into Derek's tight hole.
Levi's breath came in rough grunts as he worked himself in, his grip on Derek's hips bruising through the thin fabric of his borrowed pants.
Each slow, deliberate thrust pushed Derek further onto his elbows, his back arched in helpless submission. The chastity cage dug into his trapped flesh with every movement, a cruel reminder that pleasure was forbidden - only pain and degradation remained.
The crowd pressed closer, their collective breath fogging the air in the dim room. Someone whistled sharply between their teeth. A woman gasped out, "Oh my God, look at how he's taking it..." Her voice was thick with something between awe and envy.
Levi's free hand slid up Derek's spine, fingers tangling in his hair before pulling his head back sharply. Derek's throat worked as he struggled to find breath, his eyes watering from the intensity of the stretch.
The crowd's murmurs became a low hum in his ears, barely registering as Levi's cock bottomed out inside him with a wet, obscene sound. The man groaned, his hips pressing flush against Derek's ass, their bodies joined in the most shameful way imaginable.
Levi's grip in Derek's hair tightened, forcing his head up further, exposing the vulnerable column of his throat. "Look at you," Levi growled, his voice rough with lust. "My perfect little sissy, taking every inch like you were made for me."
Derek whimpered, his body trembling violently as the reality of his situation crashed over him.
Every inch of him was exposed—his ass full of Levi’s cock, his body trembling with submission, the chastity cage pressing cruelly against his trapped flesh. The room was filled with strangers, their eyes glued to the obscene sight of him being used so thoroughly. The humiliation was like a drug, flooding his veins with a twisted sense of euphoria.
Levi’s grip in Derek’s hair tightened, forcing him to hold his head up, his eyes locked on the crowd watching him with rapt fascination. A woman near the front bit her lip, her fingers clutching her glass so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"Damn," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the rasp of Levi's breathing. She exchanged a glance with a friend beside her, who nodded solemnly as if they'd just witnessed something historic.
Levi’s hips pulled back slowly, the thick ridge of his cock dragging against Derek’s stretched entrance with a wet, obscene suck that made the crowd gasp. Derek’s fingers twisted in the sheets, his body shuddering as he felt himself being emptied—only to be filled again with another slow, deliberate thrust.
"Fuck—fuck, you're *tight*," Levi grunted, his voice rough with effort.
His hips rolled forward again, pressing deeper this time, stretching Derek wider. The chastity cage pressed against Derek’s trapped flesh with every movement, a cruel reminder that pleasure was denied—only the burn of being used remained.
Derek’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling violently as Levi’s cock pistoned in and out of him with slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust sent waves of shame and arousal crashing through him, his mind whirling with the sheer obscenity of the moment. The crowd’s murmurs filled the room, their voices thick with lust and awe as they watched Derek being used so thoroughly.
A woman near the front—petite with dark hair and a tattoo of a snake curling around her wrist—leaned forward, her breath hitching as she watched Levi’s cock disappear inside Derek with each thrust. She turned to a friend beside her, her lips parting in a silent *Wow*, her fingers tightening around her drink until the ice cubes clinked against the glass.
Derek’s back arched sharply, his body trembling as Levi’s cock dragged against his prostate with a wet, obscene sound. The metal of the chastity cage bit into his trapped flesh, the cruel device amplifying every sensation—the burn of being stretched, the shame of being on display, the forbidden thrill of surrender.
Derek’s breath came in sharp, broken gasps, his fingers clawing at the sheets as Levi’s cock pistoned in and out of him with slow, relentless precision.
“Look at you,” Levi growled, his voice rough with lust as he gripped Derek’s hips harder, forcing him to take every inch. “My perfect little sissy, taking it like you were made for this. It's time for you to take my cum deep in your tight asshole.” he said, his voice rough and commanding.
Levi groaned, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as his hips snapped forward, burying himself balls deep inside Derek with a wet, obscene *thunk* that echoed through the crowded room. Derek’s body trembled violently, his back arching off the bed as Levi bottomed out inside him, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against Derek’s prostate with relentless precision.
The crowd gasped in unison, their collective breath fogging the dimly lit room. Someone whimpered softly—Kayla, Derek realized through the haze of pleasure and shame. Her voice was thick, almost reverent.
“Oh fuck—look at him. He’s *taking* it.”
Derek’s vision swam, his body trembling violently as Levi’s cock throbbed deep inside him, pulsing with each thick pulse of his orgasm. The man groaned low in his throat, his fingers digging into Derek’s hips with bruising force as he emptied himself deep inside Derek’s stretched, willing hole.
The sensation of being filled—of being *used*—was overwhelming. Derek’s trapped cock ached behind the unforgiving cage, his body betraying him with every jerk of his hips against the mattress.
The shame of being watched—not just by Levi, but by a dozen strangers—burned through him like whiskey, igniting something deeper, something primal. He could feel the thick warmth of Levi’s release filling him, seeping past the tight ring of muscle, dripping down his thighs in obscene rivulets that the crowd murmured over like a prayer.
Levi’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pulled back slowly, his cock glistening with the evidence of his pleasure. He dragged his fingers through the mess on Derek’s thighs, smearing it across his skin before bringing them to his own lips with a slow, deliberate lick. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the air thick with anticipation.
"Show's over folks.", Levi proclaimed. With light laughter and amused mutterings the crowd slowly filed out of the room. Derek lay still, his humiliation complete for the evening.