Krys trains him to live with his cage.

Krys pats my cheek and tells me I did a good job when I get the last of Zach's cum out of her, then I fall asleep. I wake up to find her on my face again with a fresh batch.

"Lunch time, cum slut! Eat up all Zach's yummy cum!"

I lick that out, too. It's disgusting, and I want to ****, but the feel of Krys's pussy grinding against my face is so good, it makes me lick her dirty pussy without thinking. I love licking her tight lips, feeling her grind against my mouth for her own pleasure. She's so beautiful, she deserves to cum again, and I wish I had the skills to make her do it even when she's already gotten satisfaction. I keep going until her perfect pussy is clean. Then I fall back asleep.

When I finally wake up, it's late afternoon and Krys is gone. I go to the kitchen and find a couple of the other guys talking to Zach.

“There he is!” says Hunter. “Dude, we thought you were in a coma!”

“Yeah,” I say weakly. “I'm feeling a little weak. I just need some food.”

“I'm not surprised,” says Blake. “From what Zach said, the only thing you've had to eat for two days is pussy and jizz!”

They all laugh at me, but it's not even a joke. Counting the time I spent in the state, that's all I've had for days. I put my head under the sink and turn it on, drinking a gallon of water before I come back up for air. When I finish drinking, Zach is bragging.

“Her tits are nice, too! Like, B-cup, maybe? Not huge, but those nips are prime! Seriously, you should get a taste!”

Hunter looks at me. “Dude, would you be okay with that?”

I get a box of cereal out of the cabinet as he asks me that. I shove a handful into my mouth and respond, “Watching you fuck my girlfriend would be so hot. I love being cucked by Krys.” A part of me that remembers how I used to be hates this idea, but that's not the part that's making my cock struggle against its cage right now.

Hunter and Blake's eyes go wide at my admission. Zach says, “See, I told you guys. It's open season!”

I eat until I'm stuffed, then go back to bed. That night I get a message from Krys telling me that she had a great time with me and Zach, but she wants to go on a real date tomorrow.

By Sunday morning, I feel so much better. Well, my cock feels like it's being rubbed the wrong way, and I've got a pretty strong urge to eat some of my cum, but I'm not exhausted and starving anymore. I do some laundry, watch TV, and have a pretty typical day.

Krys comes back that night to pick me up for our date. She's wearing these cute, pink shorts that show off her legs and a tight, white t-shirt. As soon as I'm in the car, I look at my beautiful girlfriend, and I feel funny in my pants. I can feel a pressure, like I should be getting hard, but the cage keeps my cock from inflating.

“Hi baby!” says Krys. “How are you doing? You know, with the cage?”

“It's... an adjustment. However, it feels right. It feels like I should be wearing it, you know?”

My hot, Asian girlfriend leans over and kisses me. There's that pressure again, but I don't get hard. I can't.

We go to a movie, then get dinner. It's a really nice date full of fun conversation. In the parking lot of the restaurant, we start to make out.

“Krys? Is there any way we could go to your house?”

She laughs. “Do you seriously think my parents would let me bring a boy in the house? I'm not risking sneaking in, either. We can get in the back seat real quick!”

I climb into the back seat. Yes, this will be good. The urge to eat my cum has been growing all day. I can imagine how good it will taste.

We kiss a little more in the back seat, then I ask, “Did you bring the key?”

Krys laughs. “Of course not! My little cucky has to learn to get used to his chastity-cage. I can't let you out every day! Now, how about you pull down my pants and put that tongue to work? It's not locked up!”

I do as she asks. All my pent up energy goes into eating her out. She cums pretty quickly, and we take off so we won't get caught in the back seat in a parking lot.

The next day at work, I do a lot better in the restaurant, and the tips are better. The chafing on my cock is getting kinda bad, but I don't want to complain to Krys about it. We have a lot of breaks in the slow periods, so we find private spots to make out. For the last break of the day, I eat her out again.

By Tuesday, I'm ****.

“Please, can I take the cage off? Just for a little bit! I'm really sore, and I can't stop thinking about eating some of my cum!”

We're in the employee bathroom. I'm on my knees, between Krys's legs. I've been licking her out, but I can't continue until I get some relief.

Krys says, “Is it really that bad, cum slut?”

“Yes! It's driving me crazy!”

She gives me the sexiest look. “Well, okay!” She pulls the key out of her pocket and hands it to me.

I take off the cage. My dick is covered in sores.

“Oh my god!” says Krys. “What happened?”

“Um, I don't think you're supposed to wear one of these for several days, not at first. I think you're supposed to build up to it.”

“Aw, poor baby! I'm sorry!”

“No, it's okay! I'm fine. Let's keep going” I lean in and start eating her out again as I gently jerk myself off. Then not so gently.

Krys smiles and runs her fingers through my hair.

Krys cums first, but only because I'd already been working on her for awhile. I shoot the biggest load of my life into my hand a few seconds later. It spills over the side a little, partly because of how much there is and party because my orgasm makes me violently shake.

“Wow, that looked intense!” says Krys.

“Yes, it was,” I say. The cum looks so good, so tasty. I start raising it up to my lips.

“Don't you want me to tell you what to be?” asks Krys. “That's part of your fetish, right?”

Thank god she remembered. Three days without giving in to my urges made me so **** for cum that I almost forgot. “Yes, please tell me how I should be.”

Krys strokes my hair gently. “You're a master at chastity-cages, and you don't have any discomfort from wearing them.”

I eat up and go into the quantum state. I say, “I'm a master at chastity-cages, and I don't have any discomfort from wearing them.” I come out of the state.

I look down at my cock. There are no sores, it's perfect. “Thank you, Krys!”

“You're welcome!” she says. “It's too bad you can't actually become addicted to licking my pussy just because I told you to.”

Right. If I never had any sores on my cock, then she would have given me a different command.

Three days later, she lets me cum again and gives me another command.

So now I'm addicted to her pussy.