Adjusting to the Cage
"Hah... hah... nngh. Nnh... haaah!"
"Just a little more. We're almost there!"
Click.
"Hhk... hah. Hah, hah..."
The chastity cage was on. He'd actually done it.
The mad act of feeding a long metal rod down his own urethra... who in the world had first conceived of something so deranged? No normal person could even imagine it. It had probably been born as a torture method in some barbaric age.
He had told Master, all bravado, that he would take on prostate mana-hole training — but the instant the cage drew near his cock, his resolve crumbled on the spot.
"W-wait, Master. Hoo... hoo..."
"What, scared? It only hurts a little at first. I even got lube so it'll slide in nice and easy. You already know how well it works — it's the same stuff that lets my fingers sink into your ass every time."
"Th-that's my ass, though..."
He shot her a faintly resentful look as she spoke so calmly, as if none of this were her problem. When he kept hesitating with the cage in his hands, Master sat him down on the sofa and switched on the television. A moment later, something unbelievable filled the enormous screen.
"Look at that. Putting something in a urethra is no big deal. Compared to what goes in yours, look how thick and long the ones those people are using. And they're not being forced like you — they're doing it because they like it. To feel good."
"What? I-it feels good?"
"Yeah. Same as having your prostate rubbed from inside your ass — you can get off from stimulating the inside of the urethra, too. That's urethral masturbation. Look. Even with something that thick pumping in and out, they don't look like they're in pain at all. They're trembling with pleasure, moaning. Oh, they're coming. Thick, yellowish cum spilling out. Heh~ Those people didn't start out like that, either. It only hurts the first few times, then it goes away."
"Nnh... nngh."
"What. Does watching them get off on having their urethras stuffed look vulgar to you? Mmm, but you won't be like that, Haon. This is for training. You don't have a choice — you can do it, right?"
"Nngh... yes..."
Master's encouragement must have done something, because he fought through the fear and, somehow, got the cage on.
"How is it? You okay?"
"I-it's weird. My urethra is packed full of this hard rod — it feels strange. And the metal cage is squeezing my cock and balls so tight I can barely stand it. And I have to wear this every day now. Uuugh..."
"Heh. Still, you did well. Now let's get the dildo in. I'll handle this part."
Getting the dildo in wasn't difficult. It was a little thick, a little long, but perhaps because he was so used to Master's fingers... once the widest part at the top pushed through, the rest slid home in a single smooth stroke.
"Good. Stand up straight."
"Hah... nnh. Hnngh."
A rod buried in his urethra, a chastity cage locked around his cock and balls, and a strangely shaped dildo stuffed into his ass on top of it. Just having those hard, elongated things inside him filled him with a feeling he couldn't put into words, and standing upright was almost more than he could manage.
"Alright. Here we go. Try to hold on."
Click.
The moment Master pressed the button in her hand—
"Nnh, hyaaah! Hhk, o-hoook! What, what is this. I didn't know it could—♡ Hhk, heeeek! N-no, Master, don't. Aah, I'm, I'm coming! Hyaaang♡"
He couldn't withstand the tsunami of pleasure that crashed over him. He went down in a heap.
Several days had passed since he'd shamefully, absurdly passed out from an orgasm.
The cause that day had been the devices' excessive output, which forced Master to hastily add power-control functions to both of them. Once upgraded, the devices were worked back into his body.
Bzzzn. Bzzzzzn!
"Hnnh, nnh. Hnnaah..."
Pleasure ran through him from head to toe, and he trembled pitifully under it, but he could at least walk — if only just. There was, however, another problem.
"M-M-Master."
"Hm? What is it?"
He bit down on his lip, twisting his body in a pleading little writhe, eyes wet with entreaty — but Master popped a grape into her mouth with those beautiful fingers, looking for all the world as if she hadn't a clue.
"Th-the bathroom. I need to pee. Please let me pee..."
"Ahh, so our Haon needs to pee. You should've said so sooner. Heheh. Let's go to the bathroom."
He couldn't urinate with the cage on. So every time he needed the toilet, he had to beg Master like this, humiliation pricking tears into his eyes. If that had been the end of it, he might have endured. What came after was so much worse the tears came pouring.
"Nnh... nnaah. Haaaah."
"Heheh. Locked up in the cage, your little cock looks even smaller. Come on, let's go. Psss, pssss~"
Trickle, trickle. Psssss!
Master held his cock in her hand and let him piss into the toilet. At first he had refused absolutely. He would rather die, he'd said, than do it like that.
"That so? Then I guess you just don't get to pee. It's not like I'm the one who's uncomfortable. You're the one who's desperate, Haon."
He held out for hours. In the end, he surrendered.
Psssss!
"Aww, you poor thing. You held it a long time, huh? Look how much there is. Here, I'll shake it off — clench your ass. We need to get it all out, no dribbling."
Tap, tap. Trickle, psss...
"Good boy, Haon. Now let's put it back in."
"Ah... nngh..."
They'd slathered on plenty of slippery lube, but nothing could change the sensation of that unyieldingly hard, long rod forcing his urethral opening wide as it pushed inside. And yet, for reasons he couldn't name, the pain he'd felt the first time seemed to be fading. The moment the rod reached deep into his urethra and the cage clicked shut around his cock and balls, his back arched and goosebumps erupted over his whole body. The feeling was strange, unnerving — a wrongness he couldn't shake.
If the cage's problem was humiliation, the dildo buried in his ass had a problem of output. The upgrade had set everyday power to the minimum, low enough that he could function. But mana-hole training required stimulating the prostate at maximum output. That was the issue. When the dildo hit full power and worked his prostate, the pleasure was so overwhelming he blacked out. So they began mana-hole training at an intensity he could stay conscious through, while still wringing out as much efficiency as possible.
"Hoooot, hyaaang♡ Hhk, ik. Nnggh... ah, aaaang♡ Hiiiik♡"
Staying conscious was a stretch. The training itself was not, in any meaningful sense, happening.
"You idiot disciple. You're supposed to be doing mana breathing, not squealing like a bitch in heat! Get a grip and do it properly! Tighten your lower belly and focus on your prostate!"
Smack, smack! Smack!
"Hyaaah! I-I'm sorry. But, buuut♡ Hngyaaang♡"
The harder he tried to concentrate on activating his prostate as a mana hole, the more the overwhelming pleasure blooming from that spot and flooding his whole body made his mind go hazy — a vicious cycle with no way out. Furious at the pathetic display, Master spanked his ass with her bare palm, no mercy in it at all. Even under that merciless punishment, his body, already consumed by the dry orgasm flowering from his prostate, registered the pain as pleasure and writhed obscenely.
He was collapsed naked on the floor, precum and prostatic fluid leaking from his caged cock, his ass and thighs trembling without rest. Who would look at this and think he was training? They'd think he was in the middle of some perverted masturbation session. And since he was actually coming, over and over, it wasn't even that different...
"Hhk, hah, hah. Hnngh♡ Hah, hah. Heeeek..."
The dildo's output dropped, the pressure on his prostate easing, and he could almost breathe again.
"Tch. Can't even endure this much. At this rate I didn't make you a training tool — I made you a sex toy. You pathetic clitty-boy. Is prostate masturbation that good? Want me to turn it up?"
Bzzzzzn!
"Hah, stop. Please stop! I'm sorry. Hiiih♡ P-please, Master!"
Bzzzn...
"Hah. I'm going easy on you today only. From tomorrow, you endure this like your life depends on it — and you keep your head on straight!"
"Hah, hah, heeek... yes."
Needless to say, enduring pleasure this demonic after a single day was impossible.
"You moron! What did I tell you? Endure it like your life depends on it! I'll crush your balls! Hold on. Hold on before I shove my fist up your ass and churn you from the inside!"
"Hyaaak! Hhk, hoook♡ I'm dying, I'm dying, Master! Hhk, cominggg♡ Hik, hiiiik!"
Every day was a bizarre stretch of time so steeped in pleasure he could no longer tell if it was training or something else entirely. He was chewed out through prostate training. Then, as punishment for failing to train properly, he had to stick his ass up the way he used to and take Master's fingers pumping into his hole while she berated him. After that, he would force his exhausted body up and service her cock.
"Shhk, shhhlurp. Mmwah."
"Hah, that's it. Stick your tongue out more — lick like you're trying to push it into the slit. Rub your lips all over the head. Yes, nnh♡ Like that. Aah, and shake that cock while you do it. Nnh, suck. Get the head in your mouth and suck."
"Shhlp, shhhhk. Mmwah, mmph♡"
Her thick glans filled his mouth. He'd stretched his jaw as wide as it would go and it was still packed so full it ached.
"Shhlp, shhhk. Kiss, kiss."
He was sucking her cock, and the sticky precum welling from her slit landed on his tongue with a strange taste — and for reasons he couldn't name, his heart started pounding. His lower belly clenched. His ass, his thighs, his prostate trembled madly.
"Hah, hah, you bitch. Cumdump. Clitty. Onahole. Shake that cock. Service me with your hands. Service me with that mouth-pussy, too. Put your heart into it. Put your love into it. Worship this cock."
Master looked down at him and poured the abuse out. And somehow, he didn't hate those words.
Squish, squelch, squish. Shhlk, shhhlk! Mmph, shhlurp!
"Aah, aaah. Hah, hah, I'm coming. Cum's coming. Hah, coming in your mouth-pussy. Drink it. Drink every last drop of my cum!"
Spurt! Spurtrt! Spurt!
"Gulp! Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp♡"