*Ouch*

That's the first thought that came through Jason's head as he was pulled out of his blissful slumber by a sudden burst of pain from his groin.

*Ouch!*

Was the second thought that came through his head as his torso shot out of the covers, the jolts of pain only increasing in intensity.

*Ouch!!*

Was the third thought that came through his head as he scrambled to uncover the source of the overbearing agony, throwing the covers off him with a desperate vigor.

*What the fuck!!!*

Was the fourth thought that came to Jason as his eyes met the cold steel cage, protectively wrapped around his attempt at a morning wood, a myriad of steel protuberances digging into his member as it smashes against the spiked cage, screaming for freedom.

Jason grabbed hold of his new prison, shaking the fortified frame in a frantic but ultimately futile attempt to liberate his cock. Realizing that the cage wouldn't be coming off by his own intervention, Jason's eyes, filled with panic scoured the vicinity of his bedroom, trying to find a clue to his current predicament. The first thing he noticed was the lack of Sophia, his girlfriend for the last 10 months, her usual position on the bed seemingly deserted. The next thing he noticed was a small desk placed at the end of the bed, an open laptop displaying a video labeled 'Watch'. With seemingly little choice Jason, still wincing from the potent stings crawled over to the computer and started the recording.

~

The video begins with Sophia, presumably in a hotel room, sitting on a rustic mahogany chair, a half-opened bag filled with miscellaneous camera equipment and other electronics resting against the worn walls of the room behind her.

"Good morning, baby" She begins, her tone rough and sardonically high pitched. "How was your Morning Wood? Frustrating? Restrained? Painful? Good, I'd get used to that feeling if I were you" Sophia stops briefly, taking a deep break before continuing, each one of her words stringing Jason along in bleary apprehension.

"Now, I imagine you're full of questions at the moment, why is your cock trapped in a cage half its size? Where on Earth am I? and why are you such a conceited asshole? These questions all have one answer, Stephanie... Oh, you didn't think I knew you were fucking your co-worker behind my back? Subtlety really isn't your strong suit, like really, you didn't think I'd find anything suspicious about you coming home at 11 wearing your pants backward 'because you had a thing at work'? And don't even get me started on why the password to your phone, is 'password, seriously?"

Sophia's eyes, originally solemn suddenly lit up with a determined enthusiasm he knew all too well. "So, unwilling to accept my place as a hapless cuckquean, I decided that some revenge was in order, not some half-baked, bringing a guy from the club back home or giving you a toothy ruined blowjob, albeit, those would be quite fun to do. Instead, I'm going to show you so definitively why you shouldn't fuck with a girl like me, that every girlfriend you have after me is going to wake up with you in between her legs as a constant sign of respect, that's how hard I'm going to put you in your place. That's right, I said 'after me', we are over! However, that doesn't mean I'm done with you..."Her confrontation was brought to her halt as her phone tinged, giving Jason just enough time to fully understand what she just said as Sophia read something off the screen, an eager grin forming onto her face. "Oh, don't mind me, Peter just said he was going to be a little late to the airport, hmm? you want to know why your best friend is texting me about airports" Sophia, let out a small giggle, pushing away a stray strand of hair as she stared directly into the camera.

"Do you remember that holiday to the Maldives you planned, the one that you described as 'Two weeks of sun, sea, and sex'? I quite liked the sound of that and was looking forward to going, until I learned of your infidelities. So, understandably pissed off, and with you already paying for the trip in advance, I managed to schedule the trip up by one week, moving it from next Sunday Morning to this morning! Of course, I can't go by myself, so I invited Peter, does that explain the texts?" She let out a raucous laugh, a laugh which seemed to mock Jason as he sat there watching helplessly, his hands in tight fists. "That's right, I'm going on a luxury romantic holiday you've paid for, with your best friend! Oh? you don't think he would betray you like that? maybe not without your approval, but what if, theoretically I got access to your phone and messaged him to say that it's absolutely fine to go on the trip with me.

Sophia reached into the half-opened bag, pulling out a familiar-looking phone, displaying 'Jasons' recent messages to Peter.

"Hey man, is it alright if I go on that trip with Sofia, I kinda feel wrong going on it with your girl" she read out in a faux gruff voice.

"Sure thing man, I'm feeling a bit under the weather at the moment and didn't want to leave her hanging"

"Are you sure"

"Of course, have as much fun as you can with Sophia, she's a really great girl..."

The expression on Sophia was one of triumph, a stark contrast between that of her now ex.

"So there you have it, me and Peter, on a lovely and exotic holiday all by ourselves, do you wonder how long he'll keep to the 'bro code' or whatever stupid shit you call it. How long do you really expect him to resist me, teasing him all day long with the scantily clad bikinis, skintight dresses, and club outfits you bought for me? 5 days? 3 days? 1 day?" Her arms travel across her toned body, flaunting the features she spent so long perfecting. "Either way, it's going to be 2 weeks of sun, sea, and sex...

Do not fret, however! When I do get Peter under my finger I'll be sure to record and send you as many of our sexcapades as I can! plus daily updates of the holiday. I can't let you enjoy too much of what I send however, that's what the spiky cage is for. I've got the ONLY pair of keys so don't try anything too stupid or they might just go missing somewhere along the Pacific ocean. Considering I have already moved my stuff out of your place and have no interest in coming back to that pen, I will mail the key to you once I get to the Maldives, they estimate it will take 2-4 weeks, so say goodbye to your orgasms for the foreseeable future".

Once again Sophia can't seem to control herself and breaks out into laughter again, shaking her head in amusement. "I can't believe it, me and Peter having the times of our lives while you stay locked up, possibly going a month without an orgasm or even an erection! Good luck fucking Stephanie in that!"

With that, Sophia gets out of her chair, walks up to the camera and with one hand eagerly showing off her middle finger and the other to the side of the lens and says one final "Toodles!", the camera turns off, the video abruptly ending...

~

Hiya! boys of DPP, thank you for reading that mess of a prompt!

Today, I want a literate, creative, and fun man of 18 years or older to play as both my soon-to-be suitor, Peter, and my caged ex-boyfriend, Jason.

There is still quite a bit to discuss about the direction of the story and its presentation etc, so unless you have one hell of an opener, I think some planning is in order.

And do keep in mind the tale of the hare and the tortoise when writing a response, a well thought out and interesting reply that get's what I'm aiming for that takes a bit longer will be much, much more likely to win my heart (and pussy) then some one-liner being sent my way 5 minutes after this is posted.

I'm looking forward to all of your responses!

No chats, no one liners, no creeps!