Filled by the Rival

“Give it to me. Do it now!”

I stand in a dark, windowless room. Flickering torches hang on the stone walls. A tall, elegantly dressed man stands opposite me, his wrinkled face obscured by a thick gray beard.

“I won’t ask again. Hand it over!” His voice is deep and aggressive.

I look down at the object in my hand—a glimmering golden apple. I don’t understand why, but it’s so important to me. I need to keep it safe. This bad man…I can’t let him take it.

“N-no!”

I take a frightened step back, but the scene fades. The room goes dark.

“Urrrggghhh…” I roll over, my eyes cracking open.

Just a dream…I’m safe.

But my head pounds. I’m not lying in bed…no, I’m on the floor. And it’s so chilly in here!

“Good. You’re finally awake.” A low, soothing voice pierces the air.

My foggy vision comes into focus, exposing a truly confusing scene. I lie atop a marble floor, gazing up at crimson walls coated in antique paintings with gilded frames. A grand portrait of an elderly man hangs over a roaring fireplace. His thick beard and harsh eyes…it’s the man from my dream.

A shudder travels down my spine while my eyes glide lower. I’m lying on the floor of a dining room. A long table coated in white linen cuts the space in two, supporting porcelain dinnerware with half-eaten food.

And at the end of the table, a man sits, his chair turned to face me.

Firelight casts deep shadows over his stubbled, masculine face. A set of blue eyes glitters beneath his bushy brows and manicured brown hair. A pleased, unsettling smile rests on his lips, revealing teeth white like the porcelain dinnerware.

His polished appearance contrasts with a burly physique hidden under his tailored clothes. Beneath his button-down shirt, full pecs and hard nipples bulge. His biceps stretch the sleeves taut.

This is a man who’s lived a life of privilege…a man with ample time to refine his appearance.

Who is he? I feel odd. I can’t seem to remember anything. This pounding headache…it’s hard to even think.

“W-what happened?” I sit up, the room spinning. “Where am I?”

“You don’t remember?” The man cocks his head. “We were having dinner and you fainted. I was so worried about you, Ollie!”

“Ollie? Is that my name…?”

“Oh…this might be more serious than I thought.” The smile vanishes from his lips.

My hand reaches between my legs to scratch my balls, but a horrifying sensation causes me to freeze.

I now understand why it’s so cold in here.

I’m naked.

But there’s something even stranger.

Between my legs, a heavy metal device is strapped around the base of my cock. It’s a glittering silver contraption shaped like a tiny pipe. It encases my dick, sandwiching it up against my abdomen. A brass padlock is affixed on top, shining with an inexplicably menacing aura.

My heart pounds. I try to pull the device off, but it’s firmly affixed. It hurts when I tug on it.

“W-what is this?! Why am I naked?!” I scoot back atop the marble floor, my wide eyes darting around the unfamiliar chamber.

“Easy now. You’re alright.” The man rises and steps closer. “Everything’s fine. That’s your chastity cage.”

“Chastity?!”

“Yeah. It’s there to keep you safe.” He crouches, reaching out to stroke my hair.

His gentle touch…his kind words…they soothe my racing heart.

“K-keep me safe?”

“That’s right. You don’t need to be afraid. Everything’s gonna be ok. You’re with your best friend.”

“We’re friends?”

“Yeah. I had to undress you to check your vital signs. I care about you, bud. I’ll help you.”

“Oh…alright.” My lips curve into a tiny, innocent smile. “I think I’m starting to feel a bit better. The headache is fading.”

“Good, good. You’ll be back to your old self soon. The memories will return—I’m sure of it!” He grabs my arm. “C’mon, try to stand.”

I grip his thick, meaty shoulder, leaning into the muscle while struggling to my feet. He holds me steady, his frame hot like he has a fever. He feels nice against my cold, bare skin…

“There ya go! You’re doing great!” He helps me take unsteady steps across the dining room.

“What’s your name?” I blush, apparently unable to remember my best friend.

“It’s Cedric.” He stifles a laugh. “It’s so strange talking to you like this.”

“I…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry! I have an idea—something to jog your memory. Follow me!” His face lights up while he guides me to a door at the room’s rear.

By the time we leave the dining room, I feel strong enough to walk on my own. He lets go.

We walk the halls of the grand estate, the walls all a shade of rich crimson. Wooden doors line the passageways, paintings and sculptures positioned between them. This place is huge…does Cedric live here?! I wish I could remember.

“W-what?!” I stop in my tracks, staring at something bizarre.

At the end of the hall, a young man walks toward us. He’s naked just like me—wearing only a chastity cage between his slender legs.

My eyes scan up and down his smooth, fit body, but he pays us no attention. His eyes are dreamy and glazed. He simply stares forward, walking right past us.

“Oh, he’s a member of my staff. You’ll see a lot of them here.” Cedric shrugs. “Nothing weird about it, don’t worry.”

“Why’s he naked too?”

“You’re funny, Ollie! You really don’t remember? I keep all my boys nude. It’s good for them.”

“I…I don’t understand. You’re sure this is normal?”

“Definitely. Come in here.”

He opens a door and ushers me inside.