This story was originally posted at:
http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/82212 on 2020-01-11.
My name is James Belmont, but you probably know me better as the former superhero called Doublewood. You see, I’ve always been different. The most obvious thing that makes me different from most other guys is the fact that I have two cocks. They’re side by side, both about 6 inches when I’m fully hard, and yes, they both work. Or at least, they did when I used to be able to get hard. I’ve been wearing a cock cage for a long time now. I can’t get the cage off, and the only person who can let me out of it seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. So I’m fucking horny all the time, and there’s nothing I can do about it!
My story starts about 8 years ago when I was eighteen. That was when I discovered my superpower for the first time. When people see my two cocks, it literally stops them in their tracks. They can’t take their eyes off me. Apparently, they go into a deep trance state. Once this happens, I can tell them to do what I want them to do and they almost always do it. I had to be careful, obviously, to tell them to forget everything that happened, so that I didn’t get taken away by the police for kidnapping or coercing people or whatever. That very first time, I remember, it was at the local gym. There was a hunky gym-bunny type there who just happened to walk in on me in the shower. He just stopped in the middle of the room and stood there looking at my cocks. I told him to quit staring at me and find his own spot to shower. He walked over to another shower but then just stood there, waiting for me to say something else. Of course, being a horny gay eighteen-year-old, I soon found out that I could make him jerk off, suck my cock, bend over and let me fuck him… At some point the gym manager came in and caught us. I wanted to use my power on him too, but there were more guys around then so I had to get my clothes on and get out of there before I got into trouble. After that, I always made sure to cover my tracks after that by telling anyone I used my power on that they wouldn’t remember anything, or that nothing unusual happened.
As I got older I realised I felt bad about controlling people, even if it was sometimes useful to prevent a greater harm. I guess I’m just not cut out to be a villain! Besides, it was kind of an embarrassing superpower to actually have. While other heroes in Liberty City can control fire or have super strength or whatever, here I am, basically a weird guy with two cocks who can make you do stuff against your will if you see him expose his crotch. So I joined the hero register, but rarely took part in missions unless the Hero Commission needed everyone they could get. Mostly, I kept to myself, studying for my degree in Psychology at Liberty University.
All that changed when the Hero Commission took on the Mechanist.
The Mechanist was the last big supervillain that the Hero Commission defeated. You probably heard the story at the time even if you don’t remember the details. Anyway, his real name was Harold Carter-Jones. He was a mechanical engineer for the Drummond-Bates Corporation, a big robotics company with a lot of government and defence contracts. We still don’t really know why the Mechanist decided to become a supervillain.
The first I heard about the Mechanist’s activities was when people in Liberty City started reporting that they were encountering small robot insects flying around the city, blocking up air vents, clogging up gutters, and generally being a nuisance. In a matter of weeks, the volume of insects started to grow ridiculously fast. Then things got really bad. Swarms of robo-flies would sweep across the city, occasionally attacking people and animals. The Mechanist offered to solve the problem for a hefty fee, but when the mayor’s office refused, he tried to hold the city to ransom. There was panic on the streets. They brought in the army to maintain order. The Hero Commission called up all heroes to identify who was responsible and bring them to justice. It didn’t take long to trace the source of the robo-flies’ control signals to Drummond-Bates Corp. The Commission sent in their top heroes, but the Mechanist had the place locked down pretty tight. A lot of heroes died…
In the end, the Commission and the mayor’s office had little choice but to agree to the Mechanist’s ransom. Of course, they sent me to ‘deliver’ it. As a practically unknown hero, with no obvious visible signs of my power, I ended up being the best person for the job. In the end, it turned out to be a pretty straightforward mission. I met the Mechanist and his personal guards and was escorted to the control room. Once I had dropped my trousers and let my two cocks out, everyone in the room was mine to command. I made the Mechanist stand down his forces -both human and robotic – and let the army in to take everyone into custody.
The problems, for me, started afterwards. Everyone was shocked when Harold Carter Jones, after spending several months in prison awaiting trial, killed himself. There was an inquiry. His psychiatrist reported that he’d been increasingly unstable in the months before his death. The investigators wanted to know exactly what went down when I got the Mechanist and his guards under my control. Was I somehow responsible for his death, or at least his state of mind? In the end, the inquiry exonerated me of any responsibility, but public concern over the incident meant that I couldn’t continue to stay on the books as a hero for the Commission. Through it all, at least, the Commission did its best to protect my identity and the exact nature of my power. I was able to return to a basically normal existence. Or so I thought.
I was twenty-three and working as a clinical psychotherapist when I met Adam. We matched on one of those new gay dating apps that have a unique angle, like they really care about the leather community or the furries, or whatever. Adam said he liked my toned body and piercing green eyes. We exchanged pics and eventually I agreed to go on a date with him later that day. I had become very cautious about who I opened up to, since I wanted to keep my power a secret. For example, if I met a guy for sex, I would use my power to make him believe I have just one penis, and would have to make sure that the guy was not secretly planning to record us having sex. You wouldn’t believe how many guys I’ve met who are into that. Adam seemed normal, though, in a good way. He told me he was a junior doctor at Liberty City General Hospital. He had a particular interest in sexual health and mentioned that he’d seen all sorts of unusual conditions including other guys with diphallia (two penises). We got on so well that I decided to break my own rule and let him in on the fact that I was one of those guys. He didn’t seem surprised at this and let me know that he thought it was actually kind of hot.
I don’t remember exactly what happened next, but basically we ended up at his apartment. We couldn’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough. As soon as he saw my two cocks, he went into a trance, but I brought him out of it. He got to his knees and took my left cock into his mouth. He jerked off my right cock with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. I let him suck me off for a while before we moved to the bed and I returned the favour, sucking his uncut 5-inch cock and running my hands over his lean body. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pushed me down onto his cock as he came, shooting his load down my willing throat. Then we switched positions and he took both of my cocks into his mouth as I came hard. He swallowed every drop and licked both of my cocks clean before we kissed and drifted off to sleep.
“Time to wake up, Doublewood.”
I blinked and tried to sit up, but my arms were cuffed to the bedposts. My ankles too were chained to the metal frame of Adam’s bed.
“What the fuck is going on? How do you know my hero name?”
“Well,” Adam said with an evil smile, “it looks like I have you right where I want you.” He picked up a stack of papers and brought them to the bed. Among them I saw the Hero Commission’s report into the death of the Mechanist. “Do you remember when you met him? Da… Harold Carter-Jones? What really happened between you and him?”
“Adam… that was a long time ago. If you want to talk about him, let me go first. You’re scaring me.”
“You should be scared. He was my dad… He may have been a villain, but all I remember is how much he loved our mom and me… and the way he died… like an animal in a cage, muttering to himself all day, getting more and more angry and frail… I don’t know what you did to him, but I know it had something to do with him committing suicide.”
“Look, I can imagine how much it hurts to lose your dad, and I don’t know-“
“Shut up, Doublewood! Let me tell you what it was like. I visited him in that prison cell every other day. I held his hand as he talked to himself over and over. Talking about how the ‘monster with two dicks’ was coming for him. How he was going to end it before the monster got him. He was never the same after he saw you. After he died… I promised to myself that I would find the person responsible and take away something equally precious to them.
“It took a long time to find you, though. The Commission has done a lot of work to hide your medical records from the public. But when you know the right people… once I knew what I was looking for it was simple. I must say, I never expected us to match on that app. And I can’t believe you fell for the whole junior doctor thing! I had actually planned to kidnap you, you know? So maybe we were meant to meet. And I must admit, last night was great. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, because it’s the last time you’ll get to do it.”
Ignoring my shouts for help and struggling to break free of the restraints, Adam opened a leather case and took out a shiny black metallic device. It was a chastity cage with two solid metal tubes that were clearly designed to cage a guy with two cocks. I recoiled in fear as Adam straddled my legs and began to attach the cage to my cocks.
“This is a very special creation of mine,” Adam said as he worked to fit the cage. “It’s made of practically indestructible polysteel. The base ring goes around the neck of your scrotum like this. There are electrodes inside which will shock you as a warning if you try to remove the cage or tamper with it.” Adam closed the ring around my sack, the lock clicking ominously. “All the locking mechanisms face internally so it can’t be unlocked, by the way. But the important thing,” Adam said as he slid my right penis into a polysteel tube, “is that these cock tubes contain a thin wire at the base, connected to a little motor. If the cage determines that you’re trying to remove it or damage it, the wire will slice through your cock and you’ll probably die of blood loss.” The tube attached to the base ring with a click and Adam started on my left penis. “Each tube is also secured at the tip with a plug that goes into your urethra. The plugs are hollow so you can urinate, but they should stop you from using a sound to get yourself off.” The left tube also clicked into position, sealing both my cocks inside Adam’s cage.
“So-called ‘heroes’ like you are dangerous,” Adam continued as he moved off the bed and began to put away his papers. “Now that your cocks are locked away and no-one can see them again, I’ll rest a little easier knowing that what happened to my father won’t happen to anyone else.”
“Fuck you! Why not just kill me if you’re just out for revenge, you creep?”
“Oh, believe me, I thought about doing that for the longest time. But then I realised that this would be much more satisfying. Some of the materials Dad was working on went into that cage, so it’s like a piece of him will always be there to remind you of what you did and why you don’t deserve to have access to your penises like everyone else. Also, I like knowing that the last time you got to cum was with me.
“I have to disappear now, since I don’t want you or anyone else trying to track me down and get me to open your new cage. I’m afraid I can’t let you out of those cuffs. Tomorrow morning, the Hero Commission will receive a message about you being stuck here, and they’ll send someone to find you. I wish I could be around to see that, but I have a plane to catch.
“A final word of warning. If I find out one day that you managed to get that cage off without it alerting me, I’m going to come back for you and cage you all over again. You won’t get to go free next time, though. I’ll make sure you live out the rest of your life as my prisoner.”
That was the last time I saw Adam Carter-Jones. No-one has heard from him since.
I’ve been wearing Adam’s chastity cage for about three years now. At first, we tried everything we could think of to remove it, but nothing worked. The Hero Commission got me to take X-rays and scans, and we have a good idea of the internal mechanisms. The problem is that we haven’t found a way to disable it without risking it triggering and slicing my dicks off. The cage has a large number of different sensors and each one is probably capable of triggering the slicing wire by itself. As far as we can tell, the only way to remove it is to transmit an unlock code on a specific frequency, making it safe. Adam is the only person who knows how to generate the code. After several months of examination, the Commission’s medical team finally told me that they had given up on finding a way to remove it without the unlock code and advised me that I should get used to living with it.
The cage stops me from touching my cocks, of course, but I can still cum from getting fucked or from using a prostate massage toy. It’s not the same, though, and it takes a lot more effort. It’s also not as satisfying – I’m usually still super horny afterwards. There’s also something about having my cocks locked away that turns me on, which is a surprise considering how I got into this predicament. But I wouldn’t want you to think that I like how things are now. If I had known that I would end up locked in permanent chastity, I would have made different choices.
Which brings me to the reason I’m writing this and why you’re reading it. I was consumed with anger at Adam Carter-Jones for a long time after he put this cage on me. But at the same time, I’ve come to accept that I’m not getting out of this cage unless he decides to let me out. So if you’re reading this, Adam, I want you to know that I’m sorry, for everything that happened to your dad. If you ever decide to release me, you know where to find me. For everyone else, I urge you to spread awareness of my situation. Write, post, tweet about me, James Belmont (formerly the hero known as Doublewood) and encourage Adam to forgive me for what happened. Hopefully, he’ll see some of your posts and comments and he’ll decide that enough is enough and let me out!
In the meantime, if you’re in Liberty City and you’re a hot guy who knows how to make a cock-locked gay superhero feel really good, hit me up. I’m hornier than ever these days and really need to cum…