The Cage (Book 2)

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WARNING: This chapter contains non-consent sexual content, violence and fetish play that may be triggering. Read at your discretion.

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As a guy, you go through life oblivious to the sexual harassment that the fairer sex experience on a day to day basis. A walk in the park or down the street past midnight with both headphones blaring in my ears would be no big deal. I didn't have to hold the keys in my pocket like a Swiss knife or carry pepper spray with me wherever I went. I could wear whatever I wanted to the beach or the local club without fear. You didn't quite get it until you were on the receiving end.

It was a hellish nightmare that, no matter how hard I tried to wake up from, refused to end.

I jumped back when Kevin's cock hit my face in repulsion and pulled away, but his hand on my head kept me in place. His cock, to my extreme alarm, was big and uncircumcised with bulging thick, purple veins running along the side. Its shape was slightly bent, like a banana, and his balls hung low. The thought of another man's member being anywhere near my face made me queasy nearly to the point of gagging.

"Take it, slut," Kevin commanded, his darkened eyes hooded from lust. He rubbed his cock against my trembling mouth, smearing his precum on my lips.

Instinctively, I pursed my lips tightly shut.

"Are you going to make me shoot your foot to make you suck me?" Kevin asked in a dangerously-low voice that sent chills down my spine. He was very serious about his threat. This was a man who had nothing to lose; he was already in prison.

My stomach twisted.

Dammit! What choice did I have?!

With tears running down my face, it took all of my willpower to pry my mouth open. Once it did, the head of his cock slid into the cavity immediately, filling it with his vile taste. The moment my lips had closed around the hard shaft, it twitched and swelled. I squeezed my eyes shut and gagged around his cock; he tasted like piss and sweat. It was too much for me to handle.

"Ah, fuck, it's hot inside your mouth! Suck my head like you sucked my thumb," he grunted.

After a few moments' hesitation, I did as I was told and cautiously sucked on his bulbous head. Fresh tears streamed down my flushed cheeks.

"Yeah, that's a good bitch. That's right, suck that big cock," he said as he wiped my tears and brushed my bangs away from my face so that he could get a better look at me.

After a few seconds of sucking his reddened mushroom non-stop, he shoved abruptly deeper into my mouth, and I felt the corners of my mouth straining to accommodate his size. I groaned in protest, the sound naturally coming out muffled.

"Breathe through your nose, idiot."

That wasn't my main concern!

Heedless of my protests, he kept going until he'd buried all of him in my mouth, and his fat cockhead poked the back of my throat. I let out a strangled groan; I felt like my cheeks were going to burst open.

"Don't make me feel any teeth," Kevin warned, a look of ecstasy crossing his face. He was enjoying this, the sick bastard.

He started face-fucking me moving his hips back and forth. Against my wishes, I could feel his veiny cock rubbing against the inside of my cheeks.

"That's right. Suck harder. There we go, that's a good bitch."

He picked up speed, and I closed my eyes as I concentrated.

He slapped my face, hard. I knew for sure that my left cheek turned red -or redder- from the intensity of the hit. "Hey! Look at me. Look at me with those big, angry blue eyes of yours as you blow me."