Amnesia in Vegas: Part 3

Mervin pushed through the crowd, his legs unsteady as the steel cage squeezed his trapped cock with every step. Precum had soaked through his underwear and left a damp spot on the front of his pants.

He reached the bar, slid onto a stool, and ordered a soft drink. The bartender slid the glass over without comment. Mervin sipped slowly, scanning faces, but no one looked familiar.

He pulled out his wallet again and flipped through the receipts until he found several from this exact bar, all time-stamped from the night before. He had been here for hours.

An hour passed. The drink was nearly gone when a massive, muscular Black man stepped out from behind the bar, wiping his hands on a towel. He wore a tight black tank top that stretched across his broad chest and shoulders. When he spotted Mervin he smiled wide and came straight over.

"Hey, thanks for the help pouring drinks last night, man. I appreciate it. That job offer still stands if you ever need one."

Mervin looked up at the towering figure, his caged cock throbbing harder at the sight of the man’s thick arms and confident stance. The memory flickered again—the same deep voice, the same easy grin, the suggestion that this guy knew someone who could help with the cage. Mervin swallowed, feeling another warm bead of precum leak inside the steel.

Mervin’s cheeks flamed scarlet the instant the tall, muscular Black man leaned across the bar and spoke those five words. “Can I see the chastity cage?” His voice was low, confident, and it sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to Mervin’s trapped cock. Mervin opened his mouth, closed it again, and finally managed a broken stutter. “I… uh… here? Right now?”

The man’s grin widened. “Too public. Come with me.” He turned without waiting for an answer, and Mervin followed on unsteady legs, the damp patch at the front of his pants growing with every step.

They slipped through a side door into a narrow hallway that smelled of sweat, cologne, and spilled liquor. At the end of the corridor the man unlocked a private room and held the door open. Inside was a low couch, a sturdy wooden table, and a single bare bulb that cast everything in harsh light.

“Strip,” the man ordered, shutting the door behind them.

Mervin’s fingers trembled as he peeled off his shirt, then his shoes, socks, pants, and finally his underwear. The steel cage gleamed under the light, heavy and unforgiving. A thin, continuous strand of precum already hung from the tip of his confined cock, stretching toward the floor. He stood completely naked, arms hanging uselessly at his sides, while the larger man circled him slowly, eyes raking over every inch of exposed skin.

A big, calloused hand reached out and closed around the entire cage, squeezing Mervin’s balls firmly through the gaps in the steel. Mervin gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Damn,” the man said, voice thick with approval. “You really went through with it. Look at you leaking like a faucet already.”

Mervin swallowed hard, throat dry. “Do… do you remember where we got it? The key…?”

The man laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated through the small room. “You must’ve blacked out. I remember every second.” He spun Mervin around, bent him over the table, and pressed two thick fingers—already slick with lube—straight between his cheeks.

Mervin’s hole clenched, then yielded as the fingers pushed inside, stretching him open with slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust made his caged cock twitch and drip harder, the steel clicking softly against the edge of the table.

“You promised me this ass if I helped you get the cage,” the man said, voice rough against Mervin’s ear. “And I delivered. Now I’m collecting.”

Mervin’s hips rocked back on their own, pushing onto the invading fingers like he was in heat. Precum poured from the slit of his trapped cock in long, glistening strings that pooled on the floor. The man slapped his ass hard, the sound echoing off the walls. “No talking now. Just take it.”

The sharp rasp of a zipper filled the room. A moment later the massive head of a thirteen-inch cock pressed against Mervin’s stretched hole. One hard thrust and the thick shaft drove deep, splitting him wide open.

Mervin cried out, forehead pressed to the table while the man pinned his head down with one hand and started pounding. Each brutal stroke slammed Mervin’s caged cock against the wooden edge, forcing more precum to leak and drip in steady streams. The man’s heavy balls slapped against Mervin’s thighs with every thrust, the wet sound mixing with Mervin’s broken moans.

The muscular Black man fucked him without mercy, slapping his ass red and grunting with every deep plunge as Mervin moaned and took every inch, his body shaking with overwhelming need.

The thick head of that thirteen-inch cock finally breached Mervin’s stretched ring and kept driving forward, inch after relentless inch, until the muscular Black man’s heavy balls pressed flush against Mervin’s caged ones.

Mervin’s mouth fell open in a broken, high-pitched moan as his insides were forced to accommodate the sheer girth. His slim body trembled against the wooden table, fingers clawing at the edge while the massive shaft throbbed deep inside him, pulsing with heat.

“Fuck… it’s too big,” Mervin gasped, voice cracking. The man only grunted and pulled back halfway before slamming home again, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the small room.

Each thrust knocked the breath from Mervin’s lungs and made the steel cage click loudly against the table edge. Precum poured in long, glistening strands from the tip of his trapped cock, forming a shiny puddle on the floor.

The dominant man’s huge hand came down hard on Mervin’s ass, the sharp crack making him yelp. Another slap followed, then another, turning the pale cheek bright red. “Take it,” the man growled, gripping Mervin’s balls through the gaps in the cage and tugging them downward. The sudden pull sent a jolt of painful pleasure straight through Mervin’s core. He squealed, hips jerking, hole clenching involuntarily around the invading cock.

The man didn’t let up. He pounded harder, the thick shaft stretching Mervin’s hole wide with every brutal stroke. Mervin’s moans turned into constant, desperate groans, his voice rising each time the heavy balls slapped against him. Sweat beaded on his back and ran down his spine while the man’s free hand reached up, grabbed a fistful of hair, and yanked his head backward.

“Look at yourself,” the man ordered, voice low and rough. He angled Mervin’s face toward the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. Mervin’s reflection stared back at him—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes glassy with lust. Behind him loomed the powerful Black man, muscles flexing as he drove that enormous cock in and out of Mervin’s stretched ass. The sight made Mervin’s caged cock throb harder, another thick rope of precum dripping free.

The man kept Mervin’s hair pulled tight, forcing him to watch every thrust. “See how your hole swallows me?” he taunted, giving Mervin’s balls another firm tug that made him squeal again. “You’re leaking like a bitch in heat while I wreck this ass.”

Mervin’s legs shook. Every deep plunge made his stomach flutter and his trapped cock ache with denied release. The man’s rhythm grew faster, hips snapping forward so the table rocked beneath them.

Mervin’s moans filled the room—raw, needy sounds that only seemed to spur the bigger man on. He slapped Mervin’s reddened ass again, then reached around to pinch one of his nipples, twisting it until Mervin cried out and pushed back onto the cock.

The mirror reflected it all: the dominant man’s powerful body driving into him, the steel cage swinging with each impact, the constant stream of precum leaking from Mervin’s confined dick. Mervin’s eyes stayed locked on the reflection, watching his own face twist with overwhelming sensation while the massive cock disappeared inside him again and again.

His groans grew louder, more desperate, as the man kept fucking him without mercy, pulling his hair, slapping his ass, and tugging his balls until every nerve in Mervin’s body burned with need.

The muscular Black man’s hips slammed forward with renewed force, driving his thick thirteen-inch cock balls-deep into Mervin’s stretched hole again and again.

Each thrust grew harder and faster, the table creaking under the brutal pace as the dominant man fucked him without mercy. Mervin’s moans turned into ragged, broken cries, his slim body jolting forward with every impact while his caged cock swung uselessly beneath him, dripping a steady stream of precum onto the floor.

“Fuck… too much,” Mervin whimpered, voice hoarse from groaning. His hole clenched and fluttered around the invading shaft, struggling to take the relentless pounding. The man growled low in his throat and gripped Mervin’s hips tighter, yanking him back to meet each savage thrust. Sweat slicked Mervin’s back as the heavy balls slapped against him repeatedly, the wet sounds filling the private room.

Mervin’s leaking increased, long strands of clear fluid pouring from the tip of his trapped cock and pooling in shiny puddles between his feet. The man kept up the aggressive rhythm, pounding deeper and harder until Mervin’s legs shook and his moans filled the air without pause. The dominant man’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his release.

With a deep grunt he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Mervin’s insides with thick, hot spurts of cum. Pulse after pulse pumped deep into his ass, the sensation making Mervin gasp and push back instinctively even as more precum leaked from his cage in response. The man stayed buried inside him for several long seconds, grinding slowly before finally pulling out with a wet sound.

He slapped Mervin’s reddened ass once more, the sharp crack echoing. “Damn, that was hot knowing your cock was locked away the whole time,” the man said, voice rough with satisfaction. He stepped back, letting Mervin catch his breath against the table.

“Put your clothes on,” the man instructed. Mervin obeyed on shaky legs, pulling his pants and shirt back into place with trembling hands. Cum trickled from his well-fucked hole, soaking into his underwear as he dressed. The man watched him for a moment, then added, “The most famous tattoo parlor in the world is right here in Vegas. That’s where I recommended you go for it, and that’s all I know.”

Mervin nodded, still flushed and unsteady. “Thanks… for the help,” he managed. The man gave a short nod before they both left the private room. Mervin struggled to walk normally, his ass aching and stretched wide from the intense fucking, each step making him wince slightly as he headed back out into the bar.

It was time to see if the people at the tattoo parloud had answers for him.