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"Oh, my body aches..." I moaned, massaging my calf muscles as I lay on my
top bunk. "Seriously Marcus, I'm not built for such an intense daily
workout regime!"
"Today wasn't too bad!" Marcus replied from the other side of the room as
he splashed his face with cool water from the sink. "All I really got you
doing was some more cardio and stretching. That said," he continued,
turning to face my writhing, cramping form on the bed, "it'll get tougher
at first before it starts to get easier. The more of a habit you build of
it, the fitter you get, the easier you'll find the workouts."
"How long do I have to keep going at it, though?" I sighed. "You were in
there chaining push-ups over and over without breaking a sweat, but I?m
knackered from half an hour on a treadmill and some stretching?" I
groaned.
"It?s just something you need to build into your daily routine - make it
part of your lifestyle, not a chore. I?ve been working out and trying to
keep fit since my dad used to take me to boxing classes when I was
little, so I?m years ahead - but I?m sure you?ll get there, Josh," Marcus
smiled, walking back over towards the bunk beds.
"Yeah," I groaned, clutching at a new cramp shooting up my other leg,
"somehow I don?t think I?ll ever be benching as much weight as you do,
though."
"Well, you are a foot shorter than me, so I?d be impressed if you could!"
Marcus chuckled, before switching to a sympathetic gaze at me curled up
in agony. "Look, if you?re aching that bad," he began somewhat
hesitantly, "I am trained in sports massage. I could try my best to try
and help relieve some of that tension you?re carrying?"
"Ooh, no," I replied hastily, feeling my body tense up even more at the
idea of Marcus getting me in such a compromising position. "I couldn?t
ask you to-argh!" I cursed as my calf seized up and sent a shooting wave
of pain from my toes to my butt.
"Look, it?s really not a problem," Marcus said in what I?m sure was an
attempt at a reassuring and disarming manner. "I don?t like seeing you in
pain when I can do something about it - plus, if you stay like this
there?s no way you?ll be able to get a good workout in tomorrow and
that?ll make me feel as if I?ve failed you. I know a lot of guys can get
weird about having a massage from another guy, and I know you?re
grappling with worries about your sexuality at the moment, but I want you
to know it?s really not a big thing. One massage didn?t make anyone gay,"
Marcus smiled gently, but it wasn?t helping my muscle pain or my mental
unease. "Two massages, however..." he trailed off, then flashed me a
cheeky wink and began chuckling in his deep, rumbling tones. I couldn?t
help but smile back at his lame joke, though this smile was interrupted
by another clench of agony in my left thigh.
"I know, Marcus, just-" I began, but I couldn?t finish my sentence before
shooting pains kicked off again. In fairness, they were never stopping
completely, just worsening in waves.
"Right, no arguments," Marcus instructed, wagging a finger at me. "Hop
down onto the lower bunk and lie on your front. You?ve only really been
doing core and lower body work, and it?s your legs that seem to be
plaguing you today, so I?ll focus there. Just give me ten minutes. If
your pains aren?t better by then, or if you just find it too awkward,
we?ll stop. But I?d urge you to give me as long as you can."
I sighed, gritting my teeth, but the pain was beginning to outweigh the
anxiety around getting a massage from Marcus. Struggling with the cramps
and forcing myself to avoid using Marcus? outstretched hand to help me
down from the top bunk, I shimmied myself to the ground and was about to
lie down on the bottom bunk when Marcus stopped me and said:
"Now... obviously I can do this with you wearing your uniform bottoms,"
he began, and I could already tell what was coming, "...but to allow
proper unimpeded massage technique I?d really prefer it if you could slip
them off. I know this is probably starting to feel like the pain?s
preferential," Marcus chuckled, and I could tell he didn?t like making me
feel this awkward. It was good to know, but small comfort.
"No, that?s... I mean... if we?re going to do this, we might as well do
it properly, right?" I muttered, trying my best at a casual shrug. "Why
go through all this awkwardness and embarrassment if it doesn?t make a
difference because you couldn?t do it properly?" I asked, hoping the
rhetorical question may just have a wonderful answer to relieve my
nerves. In the absence of this, however, I settled for sliding down my
uniform bottoms and quickly turning to lie down on the bed. Thankfully I
was still wearing the boxers I?d gained from after today?s gym session,
otherwise I feared the chastity device would be quite visibly outlined
against the tighter briefs Miss Stevens continued to supply me with. Even
so I could feel the small hard plastic cage pressing against my front as
I laid down, and with my legs pressed together I hoped any glimpse of it
or its outline would be impossible for Marcus to see.
The other problem that I?d now encountered was that, with my face pressed
down against the bed Marcus regularly slept in nowadays, my nostrils were
bombarded with a concentrated aroma of the man himself. It wasn?t
unpleasant, I conceded, but it was very powerful and deeply masculine. It
was as if I had my face pressed against his body, and as I felt the bed
springs creak under Marcus? weight as he clambered into the bedspace to
position himself for the massage, I became acutely aware of feeling
surrounded by his presence. It made my heart pound and I knew my
breathing was more shallow and ragged as I awaited the start of the
massage.
"Right, I?m going to start down by your ankles," Marcus soothed, his
voice low and quiet. "Let me know if the pressure?s too much, or if
anything else bothers you or hurts you, and I?ll adjust."
With that I felt Marcus? hands grasp my left ankle and I had to stifle a
gasp as his strong fingers compressed and manipulated my joint. His hands
felt warm against my bare skin and I felt sure I was sweating as he eased
tension out of my ankle with slow, firm, rhythmic movements. He had
obviously done this countless times in the past, as his expert techniques
soon had my ankle feeling as soft and floppy as my cock was locked inside
my chastity cage.
Not, however, I realised with horror as Marcus moved to my other ankle,
did that mean my cock wasn?t being woken up by all this. Although still
undeniably limp and held immobile by the tight pink cage, my cock was now
tingling as if stimulated by some unseen force. I?d never really known a
sensation like it, and it was driving me to want to touch my cock more
than ever before, fuelling a worsening of my sexual frustration and
embarrassment as Marcus? hands rubbed the heels of my feet in confident
concentric circles. I nearly wept into the pillow, once more cursing the
damn cage and its unfailing ability to bring me to new heights of arousal
whilst similarly preventing me from doing anything about it. I tried to
think of anything to avoid focusing on the growing heat and tingling in
my cage, but unfortunately the most obvious thing to focus on after that
was the feel of Marcus? hands against my skin. Having soothed my aching
feet, they had progressed up to my calves and were now kneading my
knotted muscles, melting them (and my mind) like butter.
"How are you doing?" Marcus asked, thankfully interrupting my thought
process. Even so, I could only manage brief, monosyllabic answers as
either remaining spasms of pain or blissful waves of relief fought in the
sensory centre of my brain.
"Unk," I mumbled into the pillow, trying to avoid drooling. "Yeah. Good,
thanks."
"You?re doing really well," Marcus reassured as he moved both hands onto
my right thigh and began squeezing and soothing the strained muscles
there. I couldn?t help but feel his hands were dancing uncomfortably
close to my chastity cage, and I nearly yelped as he slid my thighs
further apart to better manipulate the weary muscles within. Visions
flashed through my mind - embarrassing, unhelpful visions - of how easy
it would be for Marcus to reach up, hook his fingers round the waistband
of my boxers, and rip them down my legs to reveal my vulnerable backside.
Marcus would see my soft white butt, my tiny pink cage... and he would
flop his long, thick black cock between my cheeks and-
I held back a moan and squeal, biting my lip and grasping the bed sheets
between my fingers, as the pressure and tingling within my cage reached a
crescendo. There was an overpowering sensation of needing to pee and I
felt my butt clench up as I felt the tops of my thighs, tucked within my
boxers, become warm and wet. I prayed to God Marcus was unaware of -
well, whatever was going on between my legs - and tried to ride out the
waves of pleasure that bucked through my hips and up into my body as
Marcus continued to knead my soft, pale thighs with practiced precision.
"Are you alright?" asked Marcus. I swore under my breath, realising he?d
obviously noticed the change in my body language and must be wondering if
he was overdoing it with pressure. "Does that hurt when I?m pressing
there?"
"Nuhh," I grunted in reply as my cock twitched inside its cage and the
need to pee began to fade.
"Okay, well we?re nearly done now - well done, Josh," Marcus smiled. "Out
of interest are your legs feeling less achy now? You definitely had a lot
of tension held in them."
"Yeah," I breathed, trying to power through the warm fuzzy feeling
washing through my mind. "Thanks." I couldn?t believe the situation I was
in - but then the entirety of my life since Miss Stevens had taken over
as my reform officer had seemed almost dream (or nightmare) like. Part of
me wondered if Jackson Lyons had knocked me out, not Trevor, and all of
this was some fever dream I was experiencing as my mind and body shut
down.
"Right, you can get up! Slowly, though, so you don?t get lightheaded,"
Marcus beamed, climbing off the bed and getting to his feet. Blinking as
I opened my eyes, I caught sight of my prison uniform bottoms on the
floor behind Marcus and wondered how I would get them and put them on
before he saw the front of my boxers. A subtle inquisitive hand revealed
they were soaked. Had I honestly wet myself?! I hadn?t even felt like I?d
needed to go before the massage! How embarrassing...
As I sat up in the bottom bunk, however, turning to face the wall, I
realised the facts of the matter were far more embarrassing than I?d
initially imagined. As my hand rose to my face and I smelled the thin,
sticky liquid my fingers had touched through my boxers, I discovered to
my shock and horror that it wasn?t urine that had leaked through my cage
- it was cum. Marcus? strong hands massaging my thighs - the mental image
of him unveiling his cock onto my butt - had made me leak sweet-smelling,
sugary cum from my limp, caged cock. How humiliating! I didn?t even know
such a thing was possible - and I didn?t know what it happening said
about me...
For the present, however, there was a more pressing matter - how to get
dressed again without Marcus seeing the sticky wet patch at the front of
my boxers, which clung to the outline of my chastity cage, making it
visible to anyone who saw. It seemed an impossibility from where he was
standing, obliviously blocking my path to my bottoms. Maybe if I just
asked him to pass my them across and I put them on in the bunk? I
shuffled around a little, still keeping my front turned away, and called
out to Marcus:
"Do you mind chucking me my uniform bottoms?"
"Yeah, of course," Marcus began, reaching down and picking them up off
the floor. I reached out my hand but he paused, a look of concern on his
face as he met my gaze. "Are you sure you?re feeling alright Josh? You
look very flushed. You know you don?t need to act tough around me - are
you sure I didn?t hurt you by using too much pressure or twisting
something awkwardly?"
"I?m fine, thanks Marcus," I replied, a little tersely. His concern was
sweet, but I really just wanted him to pass me my bottoms rather than
holding them in the air. "My bottoms?" I repeated.
"It?s just..." Marcus trailed off, obviously tip-toeing around a word or
phrase it seemed he was worried I wouldn?t want to hear. "...I can smell
that, Josh. I can... smell your cum. And it?s okay!" he added hastily,
seeing the look in my eyes as I died inside and begged for the ground to
swallow me whole. "Honestly, it?s okay! The physical attention, the
intimacy of a massage... you?re not the first guy that that?s happened to
whilst I?ve given them a massage, I promise. And yeah, people feel a bit
awkward about it at first... but it?s really no big deal. It?s natural,
when you think about it. Plus... I know you?ve not masturbated since
we?ve been sharing a cell, Josh. Whether that?s a personal choice, or a
religious one, or you just feel awkward - it doesn?t bother me - but
being pent up won?t help with things like this. I know when I?ve gone
without release in a while it doesn?t take much to set me off!" Marcus
chuckled, trying to dispel the awkwardness laying heavy in the air.
I didn?t respond.
"Look, um... we ought to get you some clean boxers before you put these
bottoms back on, shouldn?t we?" Marcus continued while I sat in mortified
shame. "If you throw me them, maybe I can get the attention of one of the
guards and swap them for a clean pair?" he suggested gently.
I didn?t respond.
"Josh - I mean - I don?t want to make you feel awkward, but I need you to
start talking to me, or doing something at least." Marcus urged.
I didn?t respond. But as much as I hoped pretending like nothing was
happening would make it a reality, I knew sooner or later, just as Marcus
said, I?d have to take action. And I knew, sooner or later, I wouldn?t be
able to hide my chastity device from him any longer too. After all, I?d
seen what lurked between Marcus? legs days ago - and there was never
going to be a good time to reveal my little pink secret...
"Josh," Marcus began, but he paused as I turned and got to my feet. In
hindsight it probably took a great deal of bravery to stand before him as
I did, but right then and there I felt as cowardly as ever.
"I, um..." I mumbled sheepishly, eyes not leaving my feet - which
unfortunately placed the damp front of my boxers and chastity cage
outlined against it squarely in the centre of my visual field. They must
have been the focus of Marcus? gaze, too, as he briefly fell silent.
Seconds stretched into centuries as a blush erupted throughout my body,
but it was eventually broken by me becoming aware of Marcus? presence as
he stepped closer towards me. I felt his hand upon my shoulder and
flinched, fearing violence born from shock or disgust, but instead his
strong fingers laid on my shoulder as softly yet firmly as they had when
they?d massaged me just moments ago.
"As I said, it?s a completely natural response," Marcus said, his voice
low and comforting. "I?m proud of you for facing this rather than hiding
away from it, Josh. Now, we can?t have you in those all night now, can
we? Do you want to step out of them or shall I help you - in case your
legs seize up again?"
I couldn?t tell if Marcus just hadn?t noticed the outline of my cage or
was deliberately leading me into a situation where I would have to reveal
it before he acknowledged it. Maybe he was trying to reduce my
humiliation by letting me dictate the pace of the reveal? Whether kind or
evil intentions, however, it did nothing to prevent the shame I was
feeling - the shame that no true man would let themselves get into this
sort of mess. The shame that I was allowing myself, someone who?d
considered himself a proud heterosexual white male, to be so subservient
to a black man. The shame that I couldn't shake the feeling that
somewhere, deep down, I was grateful that my life was taking steps down
this path...
As I reached down to slip my cum-stained boxers down my legs Marcus
shifted his hand from my shoulder to my elbow to support my balance. I
wished he wasn?t being so supportive and understanding about all this.
This wasn?t normal! This wasn?t natural! It was wrong and perverted
and... and... my thoughts trailed off as Marcus wordlessly helped me step
out of my boxers and I stood up once more. My gaze fixed on my feet,
though once again this had the unfortunate result of leaving my little
pink chastity cage squarely in the centre of my vision. A thin, watery
drop of cum dribbled out of the front and fell to the floor in silence,
adding insult to injury.
"That... explains a lot," stated Marcus. Despite being frozen with nerves
and shame, a red hot thought shot through my mind: What, exactly, did it
explain?! "So, um..." began Marcus hesitantly, "I take it the prison
officers know about your chastity cage? I?m impressed - I didn?t think
they?d be so understanding of someone?s lifestyle. Good of them to let
you keep wearing it once you?re inside."
"Wait, what?!" I gasped, waking up from my stupor of worry, fuelled by
indignation. "You think I wore this before I came in?!"
"Oh I?m sorry, I assumed - I ought to clarify, I don?t think a guy
wearing a chastity device is strange or wrong in any way. I?m hardly one
for kink-shaming. When I was a personal trainer I had a client worried
about how his device would affect the workouts he could do and we worked
through that together. I mean, I?d hope you?d be starting to know by now
I really don?t judge people, Josh. As long as you?re not harming yourself
or others, that?s alright by me," Marcus shrugged. "So, wait - you?re
telling me your chastity cage is a new addition since coming into prison?
How does that work?"
"It was, um..." I hesitated, wondering how to explain myself. "It was one
of the terms for me getting enrolled on Miss Stevens? rehabilitation
programme," I continued, which was roughly the truth. No need to get into
the whole ?anti-masturbation? dogma Miss Stevens believed in.
"Oh, right," nodded Marcus, stroking his chin. "So how have you been
finding it? As I said, I knew a client who wore one and enjoyed the tease
and denial aspect of it, knowing someone else was holding the key to his
release. Which I mean is fair enough, but it?s not for me - I like having
control of my cock too much!" He laughed.
"Um - well, it?s fine," I lied. It was torture. Even having just leaked
cum through my cage I was still desperately horny and felt as if I hadn?t
had a proper orgasm at all. "I mean, I?m still getting used to it but
it?s..." I paused, half of me wanting to shrug it off but the other half
wanting to be honest. The latter half won out. "I?ll be honest, Marcus,
it?s bloody awful. I?m so desperate to get it off and just jerk off like
I used to. Even having... even having just cum now, I don?t get any
release."
"That?s rough, buddy," Marcus sighed sympathetically, placing his hand
back on my shoulder. Now the shame was starting to subside I was
beginning to realise I was standing with no pants or bottoms on, with my
chastity cage bare to the world, and having a conversation about it as if
it was perfectly normal. Was I the one with a weird world view?! I
couldn?t believe how easily Marcus had taken me being locked in chastity
by Miss Stevens in his stride. I had expected shock, or horror, or anger
- but again Marcus surprised me with his consistently kind support.
"Tell me about it," I sighed back, rolling my eyes.
"But worth it to get through this rehabilitation programme, eh?" Marcus
suggested. "I mean, even if she keeps you locked up for the year, surely
it?s something you can tolerate, eh?"
"Um," I paused. Again, Marcus? support and confidence in me was very
kind, but my main aim was to get out of the cage, not tolerate it. "I
guess," I shrugged, "but I hope it?s not that long. Whenever I ask Miss
Stevens about getting out of the cage she?s really vague."
"Well, worst case scenario is when you?re released from prison you buy a
set of bolt cutters or something and let yourself out," Marcus smirked.
"I suppose," I smiled, then started to laugh. I?d not thought about that.
Being locked in prison, with the limited resources available to me, had
stopped me thinking about options such as that. Marcus joined in laughing
with me, and we carried on laughing away the anxious tension that had
been built up, each laugh acting like a massage of the soul. Eventually
we eased up, which still left us in the weird situation of me being stood
there semi-naked. "Uh... I don?t suppose you could call for a guard for
some fresh boxers?" I pressed.
"Oh, of course!" Marcus replied. "Sorry, I completely forgot. One
moment..." I walked back over to the bunks whilst Marcus knocked on the
door of our cell and spent the next few minutes liaising with a guard.
Before long a fresh set of underwear was pushed through the door, and as
my cum-stained pair were carried away Marcus threw the pants up to me
where I was perched on the top bunk. "Sorry, they said they could only
get briefs," Marcus explained as I unfolded the white cotton underwear
and clapped eyes on a pair of small briefs. I couldn?t help but wonder if
Miss Stevens had anything to do with the sudden boxer shortage. Realising
they were better than nothing, I shimmied them up my legs and followed
them up with my prison uniform bottoms.
"Thanks, Marcus," I said gently as I laid back on the top bunk,
exhausted. "Thank you very much."
"You?re welcome," Marcus replied, climbing into the bottom bunk. "It?s
only a pair of underwear."
"No, I mean... I mean, for everything," I clarified. "That massage worked
wonders - I?m not in any pain at all now."
"Good good," Marcus smiled.
"And, well... thanks for being understanding as ever. About the... you
know. The cage." I stammered.
"Hey, as I said - I?m not one to kink shame anyway, and as you said if
it?s part of your arrangement with Miss Stevens for the rehabilitation
programme it?d be really unfair of me to shame you for it," Marcus
shrugged. "Just - well, again as I said I wouldn?t be able to cope with
the denial - so if there?s anything I can do to help out with that just
let me know."
"Help out with... what?" I asked hesitantly, concerned as to what Marcus
meant by that. Images of another massage flashed through my mind - and a
different type of massage, too - which made me both simultaneously
terrified and worryingly aroused.
"You know, like leaving you some time alone here after the gym to let you
explore methods of... getting release. Actually that?s another point -
I?ll make sure to be mindful of your device when we?re working out, like
I was with my client, to make sure the exercises should be comfortable
for you. I?ll shield you from view in the showers as well, come to think
of it. Don?t worry about it Josh, I?ll help you," Marcus reassured me.
"We?re both on the same side here, Josh. I don?t want you to feel you
can?t share stuff with me if it?s causing you trouble, because I can
probably help you or at least sympathise."
"Yeah," I sighed. "Thanks again, Marcus."
"Any time, Josh."
I was honestly starting to believe him.
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