Chapter 7: Total Control

He got online, browsing until he found what he was looking for—a metal cock cage. He smirked, clicking “buy now” and using the money from Nate’s rerouted paycheck to complete the purchase. When it arrived, he called Nate over, his voice cold and commanding.

“Kneel,” he ordered, and Nate complied, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Alex held up the cock cage, a cruel smirk on his lips. “This is your new reality, Nate. You don’t come unless I say so. You don’t get hard unless I allow it. You are mine, completely and utterly.”

Nate’s eyes widened, but he didn’t protest as Alex fitted the device onto his cock, locking it in place with a click that echoed through the room like a gunshot. Nate gasped, his body trembling, but his cock, now caged and controlled, belonged to Alex.

But Alex wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more, needed more. He wanted every aspect of Nate’s life under his control. He wanted his submission, his humiliation, his everything.

“You’re going to sign a power of attorney,” Alex said, his voice firm and unyielding. “I want control of every aspect of your life, including your real estate brokerage. I want to be the chairman of the board. I want to own it, and you’re going to make that happen.”

Nate paled, his mind racing. He owned 80% of the brokerage, had built it from the ground up. How could he explain this to his partners? How could he hand over everything he had worked for?

But Alex was insistent, his eyes cold and hard. “You’ll find a way, Nate. You’ll make it happen. Because you are mine, and I want it all.”

Nate nodded, his voice shaking. “Yes, sir. I’ll make it happen.”

Alex smirked, satisfied for the moment. But his hunger for control, for dominance, was insatiable. He knew he would want more, need more, and he wouldn’t hesitate to take it.

He looked down at Nate, kneeling before him, his cock caged, his life in Alex’s hands. He felt a surge of power, of ownership. He had no shame in his desires, no embarrassment in his demands. He spoke freely about Nate as his property, his thing to command and control.

Nate, on the other hand, was a mix of emotions. He was embarrassed, humiliated, but also aroused and exhilarated. He was owned, completely and utterly, and while the thought terrified him, it also thrilled him. He looked up at Alex, his eyes filled with devotion and submission.

“Thank you, sir,” he whispered, his voice steady and sure. “Thank you for owning me.”

Alex smirked, running a hand through Nate’s hair. “Good boy,” he said, his voice cold and commanding. “Now, let’s get started on that paperwork. The sooner you sign, the sooner you are truly mine.”