Locked By My Boss - Chapter 1: Locked in the Game

  The hum of Richard’s laptop fan was the only sound in his dimly lit apartment, the glow of the screen casting shadows across his bearded face. It was late, way past midnight, and he was scrolling through X, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. His latest post was a blurry, teasing shot of the sleek, black chastity cage locked snug around his cock, the caption reading: “Day 10. Feeling it. Need a keyholder to make this real. #Chastity #SubLife #TeamLocked” The likes and comments were rolling in, a mix of thirsty DMs and encouraging words from the kink community. Richard’s heart raced every time he posted, the thrill of exposing his deepest desires to the world making his locked cock twitch uselessly against its confines.

  At 36, Richard was a paradox—a shy, soft-spoken developer by day, but a kinky little slut for control when the work hours faded. He was fit, his body toned from four weekly gym sessions, his short hair and thick beard giving him a rugged edge that belied the submissive fire burning inside. Chastity was his obsession, the ultimate surrender. The cage kept him focused, horny, and desperate, but without a keyholder, it was a solo game, a tease that never quite scratched the itch. He’d been locked for ten days now, a personal record, but the urge to unlock and relieve the pressure was creeping in. He needed someone to take control, to make him earn his release.

  His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. A message from Samuel, his CEO, popped up on the screen: “Richard, need you in the office early tomorrow. 7 AM sharp. Got something to discuss.”

  Richard’s stomach flipped. Samuel was intense, a 48-year-old powerhouse with short white hair and a matching beard that screamed authority. The guy was built, a little broader than Richard, his tailored suits barely containing the muscle he clearly worked hard for. Richard had always found him intimidating, but in a way that made his submissive side squirm. He typed back a quick “Yes, sir. I’ll be there.” The “sir” slipped out naturally, a habit from his kinky fantasies bleeding into real life. He hit send, his cock throbbing in its cage, and tried to focus on sleep.

  The next morning, Richard was up at 5:30, his body buzzing with nerves and anticipation. He checked his cage in the mirror, the tight plastic gripping him like a possessive lover. He tugged at it, feeling the familiar ache of denial, then dressed in his usual work attire—jeans, a fitted button-up, and a blazer that showed off his lean frame. The cage was invisible under his clothes, but it felt like a secret burning against his skin as he headed to the office.

  The building was quiet when he arrived, the early hour leaving the halls empty. Samuel’s office was on the top floor, a sleek corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Richard knocked, his heart pounding, and Samuel’s deep voice called out, “Come in.”

  Samuel was already there, leaning back in his leather chair, his white beard catching the morning light. He was in a crisp navy suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt undone to reveal a hint of chest hair. The man radiated control, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Richard as he stepped inside.

  “Morning, Richard,” Samuel said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Close the door.”

  Richard obeyed, his hands fidgeting as he stood in front of the massive desk.    “You wanted to see me, sir?”

  Samuel’s lips twitched, like he caught the “sir” and liked it. “Yeah, sit down. We’ve got some project updates to go over. The new app rollout’s ahead of schedule, thanks to your work.”

  Richard nodded, settling into the chair across from Samuel. His cage felt tighter under the scrutiny of those eyes, and he shifted slightly, trying to focus. Samuel launched into a rundown of deadlines, client expectations, and coding priorities, but there was something off about his tone. He kept slipping in phrases that felt... loaded.

  “You’ve been doing a good job keeping things under control,” Samuel said, his eyes flicking to Richard’s. “Takes discipline to stay on task, doesn’t it? To follow orders without breaking?”

  Richard swallowed, his mouth dry. Was that a hint? “Uh, yeah, sir. I try to stay... disciplined.”

  Samuel leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, fingers steepled. “Discipline’s important. Some people need a firm hand to keep them in line. Ever feel like you need that, Richard? Someone to take charge?”

  The air in the room thickened, and Richard’s pulse spiked. His submissive side was screaming, picking up on the subtext like a dog hearing a whistle. Samuel wasn’t just talking about work anymore. Richard’s voice came out softer than he meant, almost a whisper. “Sometimes, sir. I... I do better when someone’s holding me accountable.”

  Samuel’s eyes darkened, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Thought so.” He leaned back, crossing his arms, his biceps straining against his suit jacket. “I saw your X account, Richard.”

  Richard froze, his face flushing hot. “You... what?”

  “Your posts,” Samuel said, his tone casual but laced with something dangerous. “All that stuff about cages and submission. Pretty bold, putting it out there for the world to see.”

  Richard’s heart was in his throat, his mind racing. His boss—his fucking CEO—had seen his X account? The explicit photos, the desperate captions, the pleas for a keyholder? He wanted to sink into the floor, but the cage kept his cock straining, betraying how turned on he was by the humiliation. “I... I didn’t think anyone from work would—”

  “Relax,” Samuel cut in, his voice firm but not unkind. “I’m not here to judge. I’m interested.” He paused, letting the word hang in the air. “You’re locked right now, aren’t you?”

  Richard’s breath hitched. He couldn’t lie, not with Samuel staring him down like he could see right through him. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, his face burning.

  “How long?” Samuel’s voice was low, almost a growl.

  “Ten days,” Richard admitted, his voice barely audible. “It’s... it’s been intense.”

Samuel’s grin widened, predatory. “Ten days, huh? That’s impressive. But you’re struggling, aren’t you? No one to hold your keys, no one to keep you in check.”

Richard nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. “It’s hard without a keyholder. I can’t... I can’t keep it up much longer on my own.”

  Samuel stood, circling the desk with slow, deliberate steps. He stopped in front of Richard, towering over him, his presence overwhelming. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “Tomorrow, you’re gonna bring those keys to me. I’ll hold them. I’ll keep you locked. You want discipline? You want control? I’m your man.”

  Richard’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. His cock throbbed painfully in its cage, the idea of Samuel—his fucking boss—taking control sending a jolt of pure, submissive need through him. “You... you’d do that? For real?”

  Samuel chuckled, low and dark. “Oh, it’s real, Richard. I like control, and you’re screaming for someone to take it. So, what do you say? You gonna hand over those keys and be my good boy?”

  Richard’s breath caught, his whole body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. He’d fantasized about this for years—someone strong, commanding, who’d lock him up and make him beg. And now, here was Samuel, offering to make it real.   “Yes, sir,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I’ll bring them tomorrow.”

  “Good,” Samuel said, stepping closer, so close Richard could smell his cologne, sharp and masculine. “Don’t disappoint me. Now get back to work. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

  Richard stumbled out of the office, his head spinning, his cage tighter than ever.   The rest of the day was a blur, his mind stuck on Samuel’s words, the promise of control, the weight of those keys in his pocket. He barely slept that night, his body buzzing with anticipation, his X account forgotten as he imagined what it would be like to be Samuel’s locked sub.

  The next morning, Richard was back in the office at 7 AM, his heart pounding as he clutched the small envelope containing the keys to his cage. He’d barely eaten, too nervous, too horny, the cage a constant reminder of what he was about to do.   He knocked on Samuel’s door, his knees weak.

  “Come in,” Samuel called, his voice as commanding as ever.

  Richard stepped inside, the envelope burning a hole in his pocket. Samuel was there, looking even more imposing than yesterday, his white beard stark against his tanned skin. He didn’t say anything, just held out his hand, palm up, his eyes locked on Richard’s.

  Richard’s hands shook as he pulled out the envelope and placed it in Samuel’s hand. The moment the keys left his fingers, a wave of relief and terror washed over him. He was locked, and now Samuel held the power.

  Samuel opened the envelope, pulling out the two small keys and holding them up to the light. “Good boy,” he said, his voice low and approving. “You’re mine now, Richard. Locked and under my control. You ready for that?”

  Richard’s mouth was dry, his cock straining uselessly. “Yes, sir,” he managed, his voice barely a whisper.

  Samuel pocketed the keys, his grin wicked. “We’re gonna have fun, you and me. Now get to work. I’ll check in on you later. And don’t even think about touching that cage without my permission.”

  Richard nodded, his head swimming, his body alive with submission. He left the office, his cage tighter than ever, knowing he’d just handed over control to the one man who could break him—and he couldn’t wait to see how far Samuel would take it.