Wiping the sleep from his eyes and stretching, he didn't think much of what was showing on his screen. He was quite the ladies' man, after all, always freely giving out his number to any member of the opposite sex who caught his eye. Getting a text from a number he didn't recognize was nothing out of the ordinary. He vaguely recalled chatting up both a redhead whose tits had been trying to burst out of her little black dress and smoking hot blonde with a tight little body before he'd blacked out last night, so this could easily be from either of them.
Still, when his eyes drifted over to the thumbnail accompanying the notification (showing him that the text was only a photo), he started to think this might not be from a new conquest, but from some slut he'd already had before. From what he could make out in the tiny picture on his lock screen, it looked like some total whore with her legs spread wide open -- not something that would be out of the ordinary for fuck-boy like Carlos to receive from a horny piece of ass who wanted his attention again.
Everything was playing out in ways it always had until the instant Carlos put his thumb on his phone to unlock it and the text itself came into full view. No words were on the screen -- but the image he saw there said a thousand of them.
Carlos was aghast at what he saw. There was a picture of him -- in crystal-clear detail -- completely bare-ass, lying on his back and holding his legs wide open like the sluttiest himbo whore he'd ever seen, with his normally-impressive cock pathetically locked away in a chastity cage and a forearm-thick dildo plunging into his cock-hungry manhole.
"What... the... FUCK?!" Carlos choked out slowly as his eyes ran over the photo on his phone screen, trying to figure out how someone could have so convincingly photoshopped his face onto the body of someone in a position he would never in a million years ever conceivably find himself in.
But thing only got more inexplicable the more he studied the image on his phone screen.
The rug that cock-hungry slut was spread out on like a bitch in heat was... his rug.
This photo featured someone with his face and his body in he now realized was unmistakably his own living room.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS???" Carlos texted back, seething as he typed.
This had to be a prank, right? One of his buddies using some new AI image generator to fuck with his head... Right?
A message came back almost immediately. It was another photo, albeit this time one with words accompanying it.
"The man who's got the key to your cage 😈," the text said. Above it, there was a photo of a slender male hand holding a tiny silver key between its thumb and forefinger.
This had not been the kind of response Carlos had been expecting. He knitted his brow in confusion, trying to figure out what this fucker was getting at.
"Key to my...?" Carlos began slowly before a worrying thought popped into his head.
Alarmed at the implication of what the unknown number had just sent to him, he bolted upright in bed and threw the covers off his lower half. To Carlos's utter horror, his eyes did not land on the much-prized manhood he'd expected to see flopping between his legs, but instead on the very cage he'd seen in the first photo crushing his cock into a sad-looking nub.
Holy shit.
Holy FUCKING shit.
The photo was... real. That was really him. Carlos had apparently locked his cock, spread his legs, and eagerly taken a giant dildo up his man-cunt in front of a stranger in his own living room last night.
"WHAT THE FUCK???" Carlos texted back, refusing to believe he'd been an active participant in this. There must be some explanation!
"Something I can do again today, if you want 😜," the mystery man replied, adding a photo of a dozen dildos as big as or bigger than the one in the first picture Carlos had received.
As he read the message on his screen and looked over the attached photo, Carlos felt an unfamiliar sensation: his asshole twitched.
While Carlos's had no memory of last night, it seemed that his body remembered something -- and was eager to try it again. He hesitated, feeling the sensation again as his eyes scanned the cage that rendered his manhood into a useless nub.
This guy had the key, right? Maybe... Maybe he should invite him over.
Just to get the key, of course. Whatever this guy thought was going to happen, Carlos would make sure it didn't. He'd demand the key and kick this guy to the curb as soon as his cock was free.
"What time?" Carlos wrote back, surprised at another feeling building in him: anticipation.
Carlos told himself that he was just playing along...
Just getting the guy here to get the key to his cage...
Just inviting him over to see who he was...
Just checking out how big those dildos really were...
Just recreating that photo once to find out what it was really like..
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