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Sibling Rivalry (FavoredFox & Bodman54)

He jumps a bit as she spanks him. It was humiliating. As he is laying in his bed he hears her screaming out in pleasure, taunting him, reminding him about what he has lost. His cock has never really gone soft, but hearing her cries sends blood pumping into it, demanding freedom. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the sounds that are echoing through the rooms.

Suddenly it goes quiet. He hears Scarlet's footsteps as she walks into his room, grinning in a satisfied way. She was covered in a light robe but it doesn't hide her post orgasm glow. She kneels on the bed and he stretches his arms out like she tells him to. She secures his arms and legs and he tugs on the straps, finding that he can't move, no matter how hard he tries. "No they don't hurt," he says, turning to look back at her. "Why are you doing this? It's not like I could do anything if I wanted to."
 
"That's good. Let me know if that changes, and if you feel a cramp start then do your best to stretch it out." She patted his thigh gently, then tickled the thin skin with her fingertips. "Because I'm going to drain your balls for you before bed," she answered oh so sweetly... But there was no key in sight. With a giddy giggle she picked up the toy she'd left on the bed to show it to him. It was a long, thin, purple vibrator, and was slick with her juices. She wiggled it in the air tauntingly, winked at him, and stuck out her tongue.

"Now hold still Alex. Let's get that gooey spunk out of your poor swollen balls," she cooed with mock concern. "So much cum left in there. Four days worth, right? Aside from your little spill earlier." Scarlet took the cage between two fingers to lift it up, then settled the slick vibe between his sack and the metal confines. She turned it on low, but with brand new batteries it sent a powerful vibration through his trapped cock and big blue balls. Pulling her hands away, the woman sat back to observe her handy work. His tiny length was visibly quivering, and she turned it up another notch. "Unfortunately, you bored me with your begging, so I have to make good on my promise."

Scarlet got herself comfortable on the bed and poked at the tender slit. "I'm going to show you just how much this cage can hurt. I mean, it must be terrible already, but think about it Alex. Think about when you jerked off, about how much your dick swelled up as you came. That probably feels amazing. Wonder how it'll feel when it has no room." She didn't know how long it would take to force an ejaculation from her brother, but she was willing to stay up all night if she had too. Scarlet thought to just leave him there for the night but... But she wanted to watch it. She wanted to watch every expression of pain and pleasure that scrunched her cute brother's face. Plus, she absolutely had to be there to turn off the vibrator at just the right time to take away any and all possible pleasure.

She'd empty his balls alright.... He'd uselessly piss out every drop cum he had left. Violate eyes locked onto the caged dick with unveiled excitement, her heart pounding, her hand at the ready to switch off the vibrations at any moment. "Does it feel good bro? The tingly sensation in your balls and into your tiny shaft. It must feel amazing, right?"
 
His eyes go wide as she holds up the vibrator, the purple shining with the remains of her juices. He could smell it. Smell the scent of sex wafting off of it. And then she tells him what she's going to do and his heart drops. "No no nooooo," he cries as the buzzing fills the room. He can only watch in horror as she adjusts his cage, the vibe wedged between the metal and his balls.

He could feel it. The vibrations seemed to be coming from every part of his groin at once. The whole cage was vibrating, stimulating his entire cock while also vibrating right on his balls. He cries out, yanking on the straps, trying to get free.

His face is screwed up in an expression of unhappy bliss. The vibe was relentless, buzzing away as he went higher and higher. He could feel his cock pressing at the bars, pulling it tighter against his balls. Which in turn forced the vibe further against the cage. It was a viscous cycle of pain and pleasure. He was thrashing on the bed, trying to dislodge it. Who knew that something that felt so good could be such hell. "Pleasssssssee," he begs. "Oh god no." His back arches, his mouth opening wide as he let out a silent yell. His cock was swelled as much as the bars allowed, leaking a steady stream of fluid onto the sheets underneath him.
 
His squirming was just the cutest thing. Now that she'd had her own satisfying climax, his desperation wasn't so much arousing as it was hilarious and adorable. In her opinion, Alex had never looked better. "Good boy, you remembered to ask," she cooed mockingly. "Okay Alex, squirt for me," she ordered in pure delight. The second his back arched Scarlet shut off the vibrator, denying him even that little bit of pleasure.

"Oh wow, look at all of it!" She chirped, watching as his cage cock uselessly drooled seed down onto the bed. "All that spunk that could have gone off like a fire hose, that could have gotten any girl knocked up in one try, and it's all just falling out like you're pissing yourself." The woman was happy to watch the tortured cock while it threw its little temper tantrum inside it's metal home. She waited until the cum stopped falling and his dick stopped spasming before turning the vibrator right back on. "Do you have more cummies in there little brother? I bet you do, but don't worry..." She ran the palm of her hand over his leg slowly, comfortingly. "Big sister is going to get out every last drop, no matter how long it takes. No matter how many times you need to 'spurt,' I won't rest until your balls are drained completely."

Scarlet clicked the vibrator to a higher setting, the metal clacking against plastic. "You can go ahead and thank me now, Alex. I'm investing my time in you, so be grateful!"
 
"Noooooooooooooo," he screams as she turns off the vibrator, taking away any sensation and giving him another ruined orgasm. He violently thrusts his hips, trying desperately to get any sort of friction to send him over the edge. But there is none to be had. He can feel his cum running down between his ass cheeks, pooling on the sheets under him.

"Please Scarlet, this isn't you." What happened to the sister he knew? The sister who cheered him on when he was learning to ride his bike? She had always been cheering him on. And now she was mocking him, torturing his cock and balls with sadistic glee.

He's barely had time to recover from his first ruined orgasm before she turns the vibrator on even higher. His sensitive cock and balls protest the treatment. He can't even form words at the moment, being reduced to unintelligible babbling. His whole body was on fire at the moment, the vibrations running their way through their whole body.
 
"Of course it's me Alex," she soothed, absently poking at the abused dick before turning the vibrations up one more tick. The third level of five. "This is who I've always been. You just couldn't see it. Not from behind your porn." Scarlet wiggled the toy a bit to make sure it was nice and snug before taking his sack and caged cock into her hand to squeeze them around the purple pleasure tool. "You've been so distracted by it since you found out how to get around the parent lock on the computer. I'm surprised you even managed to get through high school."

The woman hummed, watching the tender dick spasm in need. "No more of that though. I'll be in control of this little prick from now on." She felt his balls tense in her hand and she released her hold. "Cum for me little brother. Let it all out," she cooed, flicking off the toy at the perfect time! Ten long seconds of miserable hang time went by before yet another dribble started.

"Good boy Alex. Good boy. Let's keep it going. How much more do you think is in there?" Once more she waited to be sure the 'orgasm' had passed before turning the vibrations right back on. "Don't worry. Big sis is going to get it all out for you."
 
"No more," he pleads. He balls were spasming, trying to force out more cum as she milks him over and over again. He is covered in sweat, eyes screwed closed as the toy vibrates even more. He starts to sob as she ruins a second orgasm, letting him rest for like a second before increasing the vibrations that are being forced on his cock. It is turning an angry red color, both from the pain and the overstimulation. He wants nothing more than this nightmare to end.

"Please Scarlet," he forces out, his voice cracking. "What do you want? Please. Just make it stop." He was truly desperate now. He wants nothing more than to be left alone. He doesn't even mind the cage anymore. Just take the evil vibrator away. He's having trouble focusing, his sight going black around the edges from the hormones coursing through his body overwhelming his brain. He starts to go limp, running out of the energy to fight.
 
"No," she answered simply, a hint of displeasure coming to her expression. "I told you. I'm getting all of your semen out. I could have left your balls full to bursting, but instead I'm spending my precious time helping out my poor little brother, and yet you don't seem to be very grateful at all." With a flick she turned the speed to it's highest. Even stuck between the cage and the guy's balls, the toy flailed with its furious vibrations. She gave it one more look over, then slid off of his bed with her nose tilted up in the air. "Fine. I guess I'll leave you be then."

She turned towards the door and started to leave. "Good night bro!" She called, arm lifting to wave her hand back and forth. "I'll be sure to remember how much you like to keep your cum in your balls. Enjoy the rest of those squirts." Scarlet stopped in the doorway and turned to give her brother a glare. "They're the last you'll ever have!" With a flourish she slammed the door shut, making a good show of being pissed until she was hidden from view and she broke out into a wide grin. Quickly, she placed her ear to the door to better listen to his despair.
 
He starts to scream, begging, blubbering, praying. Anything to make it stop. But she is the only one around to hear it. He felt like he was going to lose his mind. His cock was already sensitive and she turned the vibrator up so high it felt like it was going to melt right through the bars. It hurt. Oh god did it hurt. The door barely closes before his cock is spasming, his long-awaited orgasm ripping so painfully through him. His mind explodes in a shower of lights as he blacks out for a second.

He comes to and the vibrator is still there, tormenting him. His breath was coming in ragged gasps as the second orgasm is approaching on the heels of the first. But there is nothing left to shoot. Which makes it even more painful as he cries out again, his voice starting to get hoarse as his second orgasm is ripped from him. He had died and gone to hell. That could be the only explanation for what is going on. The thing he loved the most was being used to torture him for some sin he had committed.
 
His screams were so delicious, and that last one sounded particularly painful. Had he hit his first dry orgasm? How fun! Scarlet giggled happily and left for the kitchen. The woman took the time to relax and wind down. She popped a bag of popcorn, watched some tv, rested in her recliner, and enjoyed herself for a little while. Occasionally she would hear another scream from her brother, and it would make her smile all the wider.

When she finally decided to call it a night, two full hours had gone by. Scarlet ascended the stairs with two glasses of water and a damp washcloth in her hands. No doubt her poor baby brother had passed out by now, and if he hadn't then he'd still be suffering from dry orgasms and post orgasmic torture, thus would likely be dead to the world even if still awake. With a shapely hip, she bumped the door to his room open and went inside. She was curious to see how much cum had been forced from his balls, and felt great joy when she saw the ruined semen covered cock cage jolting around with the motions of her toy.

Scarlet aproached the bedside table and set down one glass of water as well as the cloth. "Feel better!" She yelled loudly, excitedly, as she dumped the water all over his head to wake him up from whatever hellish haze he'd been in. "Now, say 'Thank you for spilling out all my sticky man juices Scarlet,' and I'll turn off the toy."
 
He didn't know when he passed out. All he knew that it was some time between his fourth dry orgasm and his sixth. He slipped into unconsciousness, but he could still hear and feel the vibrator. It was ever buzzing in the back of his mind. He had no idea how long he was out. All he knew was that he was rudely brought back to reality with an ice-cold glass of water being tossed on his face. He wakes up, his eyes shooting open as he tries to reorient himself. He then promptly screams in pain as he's made very aware of his raw cock.

He lays back, sobbing at the pain. He can barely hear her, let alone force words out. But somehow he does. He reaches down deep inside him and grabs whatever strength he has left. "Tha..Thank you. Ffffor. Spillllling. Uhhhhhh. out. Alllllll. Myyyyyyy. St. St. Sticky. Maaaaannnnn. Juuuuuuicesssss. Sc. Sc. Scarlet." That seems to take the rest of his energy and he collapses again, staring at the ceiling, but not seeing anything.
 
Her eyes sparkled as she watched her brother flail about in the bindings, and she made a mental note to search for ways to keep him awake through a whole night like this. Scarlet giggled sweetly at his stuttered gratitude. "You're welcome Alex. You said that very well, just try to say it sooner next time." Reaching out, she touched the vibrator and turned it down by two ticks. "Think you can give me one more?" She asked, raising an eyebrow down at him, then she tossed her head back with a quick laugh. "What am I saying, of course you can. I promised to make you dry, so give me one more just to make sure."

Carefully, Scarlet moved the toy until the shivering plastic was held flush against his exposed slit. It would be hell, it would be torture, but she was sure she could force just one more. "Come on Alex. Come on. Cum for me, be a good boy and cum one more time for your big sister," she commanded, forcefully rubbing the toy up and down over the wet tip until his balls began to spasm.

The woman pulled the toy away and took a step away from the bed to watch. She knew ruined orgasms were frustrating, and she knew dry orgasms were kinda painful. So she couldn't help but wonder... What did a ruined dry orgasm feel like?
 
It felt like his dick was on fire. Like he was being stabbed by thousands of daggers. He would cry and scream if he had any tears left to weep. All he can do is open his mouth in a silent scream, his throat long since gone hoarse.

His balls protested as she forced them to try to cum again. His dick was split open from the inside. And then she takes the vibrator away and it becomes a hundred times worse. He's just left with the pathetic flailing and twitching of his long spent cock and balls, trying desperately to summon any last cum. But there is none. Nothing shoots from his cock but pain and anguish.

He is broken. What will he had is gone, all he wants is for it to stop. He'd give anything for the pain to go away. But he can't even express that because of how utterly exhausted he is from his ordeal.
 
Surprisingly, affection filled Scarlet's gaze as she watched her brother suffer for yet another ruined orgasm. She wouldn't usually push a newbie so hard on the first day, but with Alex she could, and there was no threat of him running away. She really and truly owned that abused cock. There was no safe word here, though she might incorporate one in the future. She didn't want any real harm to come to him after all. "There, all dry," she soothed, reaching over the man to begin undoing his restraints.

Long, slender fingers gently rubbed over sore wrists and ankles before she grabbed the washcloth she'd brought with her. Then carefully, gently she wiped away all the seed from his cock cage and from between his legs. "Okay Alex, you did a good job," she continued to coo, sliding herself into his bed and pulling him up until his back rested against her, his head nestled between her small breasts. "Good boy Alex. Drink some water. After expelling all of your cum you need to re-hydrate." The second glass of water was picked up from the side table, and the rim was placed against her brother's lips.

While Scarlet held the glass with her right hand, her left gently stroked over his sweaty hair. After care. After care was always important. "Some part of you liked it," she goaded gently. "Somewhere, in the deep corners of your mind, you like having your cock caged for me. Don't you, little brother?" She tilted her head a little awkwardly to place a kiss on the top of his head. "I love you Alex. Are you ready for some sleep?"
 
Time had no meaning for him. The only thing he knew was pain. Persistent, radiating pain that emanated from his crotch. He floated in a sea of pain, the blackness of his mind shot through with streaks of angry red. But as he wallowed in despair the blackness broke. His eyes fluttered open, slowly at first due to the dried tears crusting over and holding them shut. At first, he had trouble seeing. He had lost track of time and the room had become darker. His eyes focused and he saw the glass of water perched on his lips. He raised his head, drinking like a man lost in the desert who had stumbled upon an oasis.

He didn't even realize the restraints had been removed. He had pulled and yanked on them so often and so hard that the residual pressure made it seem like they were still there. His hands clenched and unclenched spastically, reacting to the receding pain from his cock and balls. He opened his mouth and nothing came out but a hoarse croak. He looks up, his eyes able to focus more and he saw Scarlet smiling down at him. And icy dagger of fear pierced his heart as he saw her and remembered what she had just done. He tried to get away but he was as weak as a new born lamb. He fell limply back onto her, fear filling his eyes.

She was petting him, like a dog as she spoke gently to him. He realized that he could hear. He could hear the outside world and not just the screams of pain from inside himself. He tried to shake his head, to tell her he didn't like it. But again strength escaped him. He was a doll. He had no control over his own movements and he was at her mercy. But she didn't torment him any longer. Instead, she cared for him, feeding him the water he craved while gently attempting to soothe him. And it worked. He found himself craving her touch, the loving nature that she was offering. He grabbed hold of it like a drowning man grabs a plank, clinging to it with what little might he had left. She had shown him her dark and twisted side and he found himself longing for this. For the sister who had always been there for him and promised to take care of him. He would have wept had he any tears left to cry. Instead, his eyes fluttered closed, too weak to even stay open as he slipped into a dreamless unconsciousness.
 
"That's it," she murmured, helping him nurse the water. He tried to take gulps, but she tilted the glass away so that he was forced to take slow sips of the cool liquid. Too much too fast and he'd get terrible cramps. She cooed and she soothed, gently guiding him into the slumber he so desperately needed now. Alex was exhausted, as any man would be. Even her most experienced BDSM partners had been completely wiped after this sort of session. "Let me give you one more reward," she offered as he drifted off into unconsciousness.

For a few more moments she sat there, just holding her little brother close and petting over his arms and chest, rubbing out tense muscles as she did. Eventually though, Scarlet slipped out of the bed and lifted her little brother up into her arms bridal style with ease. Then, she carried him back to her own room and settled him in under the black and white polka dotted comforter. To her, the white, sporadically placed spots amongst the black background resembled stars in the night sky.

Scarlet set her alarm for 6 am sharp, then slid in next to Alex. They had a good five hours left to sleep before the alarm went off. Usually, her alarm went off at 7:30, but now she had to make time to cater to her newly captured cock, and give Alex his to do list for the day. With a soft, sleepy hum, she pulled Alex close. His head was rested on her bosom, and she threw a leg over his waist to pull him in close. His cock cage pressed against her panties, just north of being held against her hidden pussy. "Good night Alex," she murmured, wrapping both arms around him to keep him pressed flush against her body, covered only with a long night shirt and a pair of comfortable panties. "I love you."

She took in a slow breath and let it out in a long puff of air that displaced short, raven locks. "Sleep well, you'll need it." And boy would he! She didn't plan on leaving him with too much to do tomorrow, just some chores around the house, but she knew the effect tonight's milking would have on him when he woke up. As he slept, more cum would fill his balls, and despite how spent and sore he was now, she knew he would be monstrously horny after so many ruined orgasms. With that thought pulling a wide smile to her lips, she snuggled into Alex and found her own blissful slumber, eager for the morning's wake up call.
 
Alex wished that he had a dreamless slumber. But that simply wasn't the case. he veered from nightmare to pleasant dream as if he was driving drunk down the highway of his mind. Scarlet would be able to tell when he was having a nightmare. He would twitch and whimper, the images in his mind's eye to terrible to even recollect. He would eventually settle down, spending some time quiet and content before the nightmares started up again.

He woke up the next morning, covered in a thin sheen of sweat with his heart pounding. At first, he was confused. The bed he was in didn't feel like his own and someone else was in bed with him. A female who was pressed very close to him. That thought was enough to kick-start his supercharged libido, blood rushing down to his cock. Only to be denied by the cruel metal bars of the cage. His cock flexed uselessly as it tried to get erect, causing the base ring to painfully yank his abused balls. Tears rushed to his eyes as he hands flew down to his cock, struggling in vain to try to release his beaten and violated cock. But it only caused him more pain as the ring seemed to tighten around his balls. His cock was swelled up as much as it could go, pressing cruelly against the unyielding metal bars.

He tried to move away from Scarlet, who he finally recognized but found himself trapped by her arms and leg. His arms were wedged between their bodies so he could get no leverage to press himself away. Not like it would be much use. She proved the previous night that she was much stronger than he was. So instead of trying to force his way out, he tried to wiggle his way out. He slipped his shoulders under her arm, making his way down the bed until his head was free and he could bend his back and get separation from her. His thought was that if he could find the key, he could escape and make the pain stop. He just had to figure out where she put it.

He was able to get out of bed without waking her. A quick glance at the clock in her room told him that it was 5:30. He had no idea how long he slept but he knew it wasn't enough. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed but this was a golden opportunity. He was afraid she'd take the key with her when she left for work and he'd never have a chance to get free. He started moving around her room, trying to be as quiet as possible as he thought about where she might hide the key. He picked a couple of books off her shelf, shaking them to see if anything fell out. Nothing there so he moved on. He checked under the table lamp she had to see if it was hiding in the base but no luck there either. He was starting to get desperate. He didn't have an unlimited amount of time so he had to work fast.

He stood in the center of the room, staring helplessly around. The clock was ticking closer to 6. He knew that she usually rose at 7:30 but he was afraid that she would hear him moving around and wake up early. As he looked around he spotted her dresser. Maybe the key was in there. He slowly made his way over, cracking open the drawers. The top drawer was her panty drawer. That might be the perfect place to hide it. It was so obvious, she would assume he'd dismiss it. So she'd put it there. He starts rifling through it, pulling out her panties and dumping them on the floor. He picks up a small, black lacy set, wondering why anyone would buy something that small. What was the point?
 
Her sleep was disturbed with each of her brother's nightmares. It wasn't surprising, after all, the threat of eternal blue balls would terrify any man. Scarlet just hummed a soft tune and stroked his back until he eased back into relaxation. She didn't mind. She worked better sleep deprived. By the time Alex woke, his sister was softly snoozing away, nestled into his hair and holding him tightly to her body. Quiet, unhappy grunts left her lips as the man wiggled his way free, but she remained in a blissful dream land of the very cock Alex was desperately trying to free.

That is, until 6 am rolled around. The shrill, blaring, miserable alarm rang out into the room, and Scarlet's eyes popped wide open. There was a short moment where she pouted when finding herself alone in bed, then she rolled over. "Violet eyes stretched out wide when she saw the disarray of her room, and they quickly honed in on Alex standing in a pile of her panties and holding one of her more sensual pairs. "Alex! What are you doing?!" The woman gasped in horror. "How could you go through your big sister's underwear drawer? Do you really need them that badly?"

Another moment, this time of a scrutinizing look before her expression became one of pure hilarity. "Looking for this?" She cooed, hooking a finger under the neck of her night shirt, then pulled out a thin chain with a small silver key hanging from it. "It's not leaving my neck Alex. There's a spare for emergencies, but Mom has it, and she is not going to just hand it over because you're horny." Scarlet rolled her eyes and sat up, leaning back on one hand. "And how can you be so desperate? I know I got out every last drop of cum in your balls last night." She snuffed and tossed her sleep tussled hair. "With all of the cum you drooled, you should be good for at least a week." She hummed and tilted up her head. "But I think at least a month is a fair punishment for snooping through my panties... Unless..." A sly smile was sent his way. "Unless you want to put those on over your little tatter tot."
 
His heart dropped when he hears her sitting up. She was awake and he was screwed. He turns around, the panties still in his grasp as she doubles over in laughter. He couldn't figure out what was so funny until she pulled out the key out from under her nightgown. He didn't think his heart could drop any further until he saw the metallic key shining on the end of the necklace. His stomach was filled with lead as he not only realizes that he is never getting out of the cage but he was also caught holding her panties.

"Scccc Scarlet. It's not what it looks like. I was. Um. Setting out your clothes for the day." He knew it was a feeble lie but he hoped it was enough to keep her from punishing him anymore. "Why are you up so early?" He knew that the alarm went off way earlier than normal. He dropped her panties on the floor along with the rest of the mess he'd made. "It hurts so much Scarlet. Please take it off." He dropped to his knees. "Please take it off."

He couldn't even remember what it felt like to be free anymore. It had been less than a day but the torment from last night had left such an imprint on him that he couldn't imagine what being free again. He looked around at the mess and he knew that she was going to be angry. "No. I don't want to wear them. I was just looking for the key." He was so focused on the panties that he almost missed the comment about a month.

"Wait! What? A month? No please. Have some mercy." His worst fears were being realized before his eyes.
 
If she could, Scarlet would have started purring the moment Alex dropped to his knees to plead for release. "Alright," she answered with a slight shrug. "That's why my alarm is set so early, after all. It's time to give your cock its hour long cleaning. You didn't forget that, did you?"Her head tilted cutely, innocently as she spoke. "I know what you were doing little brother, and that's even worse than going through my panties. You're already trying to break my rules again, and there won't be a third chance."

The woman slid out of bed and stretched with a low groan. "I am giving you mercy Alex, you just keep ignoring it. You could have avoided waiting a month by just putting those panties on, but you keep getting so belligerent. I can't have you being disobedient bro, so now you're going to have to work harder." Afer grabbing her phone, Scarlet sleepily shuffled over to the bathroom door and pushed it open. "Come on, pick up those panties and get in here. I still have to get ready for work, so I don't have time for your whimpering."

The knob was pulled and as the shower ran she set her alarm for one hour and set it on the counter. "You can still change your fate. A full, long month of your balls filling and your cock throbbing. Or, you can get into the shower without any fight, and once your dick is safely back in its cage, you're going to put on those panties, and you will not take them off until I say. In fact, you're not allowed to wear anything but them for the rest of the day, unless you need to go out in public."
 
He had forgotten about her promised cleanings. After all that had happened, it was an easy thing to slip his mind. "I"m not trying to break the rules. I swear. I'm just trying to make the pain go away." Even now his dick was red and raw, still not fully recovered from the gauntlet that she had put it through last night. It throbbed in the cage just at the memory of the torment. His heart was hammering in his chest as told him it was his last chance. He knew deep down that she was willing and able to get rid of both the keys, trapping him in here until he died. That seemed like a fate worse than death.

He knew he had no choice. Not anymore. He stood up and walked obediently into the bathroom with his head hung low. He stepped into the shower, the water blasting him as he stood there, waiting for the frustration to begin. He raises his head, looking at her, defeat evident on his face and reflected in his eyes. She was very close to breaking him completely. She had stripped away every shred of manhood he had and now she was going to stomp it under her shoes by forcing him into her panties.

He doesn't know what is worse, the actual teasing or the anticipation of what is about to happen. "Please just get it over with," he says quietly, barely audible over the rushing water. The contrast was evident. Him standing naked and caged in the shower as she stands and watches him, fully clothed and in complete control. He can't believe that in less than 24 hours he had fallen so far. He didn't know that he could fall any more than he had already. But he was sure that this side of Scarlet, the side she had kept hidden for years, was willing and eager to take him down even further. And there was nothing he could do to stop her.
 
"That's a good boy," she cooed as he stepped into the shower. "Now, you give yourself a regular washing Alex, you're covered in sweat. You can use my soap and hair products. They're all rose scented, you'll smell great!" Turning from the shower, the woman moved to the counter to begin the process of brushing her teeth. "You know," she started, squeezing toothpaste onto the brush, then turning on the faucet. "It does look pretty cramped in there, maybe if you're really, really good I'll get you a bigger cage at the end of the week. But if you're really bad, well then I'll just have to get an even smaller one. Hell, it might shrink your tick tack even more."

The woman brushed her teeth and swished some mouth wash before turning around to watch her brother bathe. "Either way, you'll get used to it eventually. Soon enough, you'll feel naked without your cage. Soon enough, you'll start looking forward to your daily cleanings." The key was lifted up to her plush lips and was lightly sucked on and played with, teasing Alex with the sight of his freedom.
 
It was humiliating, standing in the shower, being supervised as he cleans himself. He felt like a child not trusted enough to give himself a bath. He turned away from her, trying his best to pretend that she wasn't there as he grabbed the first soap he saw. He squeezed a glob onto his hand and started to lather it over his body. His nose was assaulted by the overpowering scent and he coughed. How could women stand smelling like this?

He powered through, giving himself a thorough cleaning, but he avoided touching his cock and balls. He was afraid of the pain, of the memories, of the frustration. He touched all around his groin but his hands never went near the metal prison that tormented him.

He heard her talking about getting a bigger cage and he chuckled bitterly. What kind of gift was a larger prison? But then she mentioned a smaller cage and his chuckle stopped. He didn't know this could get any worse. But apparently it could. He looked over his shoulder at her and saw her playing with the key, teasing and mocking him. It was useless to ask why she was doing it. She was doing it because she could and because she enjoyed it. He had to ride the wave of her cruelty until she grew tired and hopefully free him. "Yes Scarlet. I'll be good," he says tiredly. His body ached, every muscle was sore and tired. He didn't know he could feel so wrung out.
 
"I'm sure you will. You're a good boy at heart Alex, you just need a little guidance. Don't worry, I'll train you to be a productive member of society yet, we just have to get through basic training first." Scarlet watched on with a bored expression while her brother washed his body free of sweat and grim. However, her lips twitched up when she noticed him avoiding his cock cage. It gave her an idea, but one she would have to toy with later.

Once he was rinsed off, Scarlet took the shower head off of its perch and crouched down on the floor beside the tub. "Okay, show me your little dick." The woman looked over the caged length with a gleeful hum. It was trying with everything it had to bust through the metal, but only managed to squeeze out through the bars in an almost grotesque manner. The flesh was a vibrant red and swollen to the point she actually didn't think she could pull the cage off without hurting him.

"Sorry bro, but have to shrink you down to get the cage off." That was the only warning she gave before the water was turned to freezing and targeted at the abused dick. She hoped he got soft soon, otherwise the cold water would constrict the cage even more before any room was given. Though, it didn't matter either way, she waited until that desperate organ was shriveled up before turning the water back to warm and dropping the shower head. Working quickly, Scarlet removed the cage completely before he could get hard again.

"There," she cooed. "You're dick is out in the open again. Free to stretch out as much as it wants." Purely out of curiosity, she gripped his length and gave it tiny jerks and quick squeezes. It was possible he would be too sensitive after last night to feel anything but pain. It was also possible his cock would spring back to life instantly and drool for relief.
 
He shivered in fear as she approached him. The last two times she was near him had ended very badly for him. And it sounded like she was planning on repeating this every day for the rest of his life. Or at least until he leaves. He took a step back, bumping up against the wall of the shower as she trapped him in the bathroom.

She examined his cock, apparently taking joy in seeing the cherry red organ trying to force it's way out of its metal prison. He barely had time to open his mouth before the icy cold water was bombarding his cock. The streams felt like tiny ice daggers slamming into him over and over. His knees buckled as he croaked out in pain. His cock shrunk away from the water, trying to find an escape that wasn't there.

And then it was over. Not only was the water taken away, but so was the cage. His cock and balls hung free. Looking down he saw the imprints of the bars on his cock, pressed in from so much time trying to get aroused. It looked misshapen and beaten and he barely recognized it. His eyes went wide as, seemingly in slow motion, her hand reaches out and grabs his dick, giving it a little stroke.

This time he collapsed completely, his knees hitting the ground painfully as he curled up in the tub, the pain so excruciating that he couldn't even form thoughts. His hands flew to his cock, covering it and trying to protect it from her. Tears he didn't know he had streamed down his cheeks as he rocked back and forth in agony.
 
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