THE CHASTITY DARE by Throne (Patreon)

THE CHASTITY DARE

by Throne

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**DEVIN DICKIE NOTE**
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
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"So," Vicki said with her pretty face set in a smug expression, "you're afraid to do it."

"I am not," Dan insisted.

He didn't like being challenged that way. Because he was short and far from athletic, he was overly sensitive to the idea that he wasn't brave enough to do anything.

His girlfriend waved dismissively. "Fine. I'll just tell the other girls that you chickened out."

"Hold on. You can't do that." "Why not?"

"Because they all know me."

"Too bad, lover boy. After this, they'll all be looking down on you, for not daring to accept a kinky bet, which could have been plenty of fun."

"Well..." He lowered his eyes. "I guess we could try it just to see what happens."

"There you go," she said with a smile. "I'd guess that plenty of girls like the thought of putting their boyfriends into chastity, so they can play sexy games with them."

The mention of fooling around redirected his thinking. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. How difficult could it be to have his penis locked up for a few hours, or even overnight, at the most? He put his hands on his hips and stuck out his unimpressive chest.

"All right," he told Vicki, with is weak jaw aimed defiantly at her.

"That's my good guy. Get out of your clothes, so we can do it. The sooner I have you locked, the sooner the fooling around begins."

He liked the sound of that. Dan figured that after being in chastity for a little while, he would be super-horny. That might make the time it took him to finish even shorter than it already was, but Vicki wouldn't be able to complain, since this was her idea. As he undressed, he ran his hungry eyes over her curvy figure, which was nicely shown off in sleeveless pullover top and

skintight slacks. She obviously didn't have on a bra, because the nipples of her supersized tits were straining at the material that covered them. Dan could never get enough of ogling those twin glories, or pawing them, and especially of getting his mouth all over their sweet softness. He stripped down to his jockey shorts, bright yellow ones that she had bought for him. That was when Vicki's boyfriend hesitated. Even though they had been together for several months, he was still uneasy about having her see his genitals. What he had below the waist offered far less than most guys possessed. Whenever possible, he wouldn't expose himself until the lights were mostly off. He preferred to have enough illumination in the bedroom that he could still view her jumbo jugs, without his own shortcoming being too visible.

"Come on," she coaxed. "Can get started until Junior is uncovered."

Dan didn't like the nickname she had given his member. One time, when he had referred to it as his manhood, she had jokingly corrected him and said it was his boyhood. He hadn't appreciated that either, but she always made her comments in a bantering way, so that he couldn't protest. Now he skinned down his shorts and stood there with his insufficiency exposed.

"Into the bathroom," she ordered. "We have to get rid of the hair down there."

"Wait. Why?"

"It might get caught in the device and be pulled. Ouch. Can't have that happen to my playmate."

"Oh," he said with disappointed agreement. "Okay."

She had him stand in the bathtub naked, while she sat on the closed commode and read the instructions on a plastic bottle. He figured it must be a depilatory. Dan might have preferred a bit of hair-pulling to being left smooth down there. How long would it take for his modest bush to grow back? Vicki donned rubber gloves and spread the creamy stuff over the designated area. She smirked as she continued, using it on his chest and underarms. He tried to object but she told him firmly not to be a spoilsport. Being naked in front of her, with no way to conceal himself, left him feeling vulnerable, so he permitted it to go on until she had covered every place that hair grew. He shifted his feet around nervously. She went back to apply more of it between his legs. His puny pecker rose in response. She toyed with his minimal erection and cooed over it.

"You're going to get caged, Junior," she said sympathetically. "Vicki wants to have a new kind sexual relationship with your owner. I hope you don't mind."

It was weirdly erotic to have her addressing his dick that way. She announced that the stuff she had put on him needed twenty minutes to work. He stood there awkwardly, eyeing her double-bubbles as she removed the gloves and discarded them.

Finally, she said, "Let's get you rinsed off. And that stiffy has to go, so I'm going to turn the shower to cold."

He wanted to ask her not to use chilly water, but by then was too unsure of himself to say anything. She turned on the faucet and then switched it to the shower. He was sprayed with water that felt freezing to him. Vicki snickered and told himself to rub all over, to wipe away the hair. He did it. She left him standing there longer than he though was necessary, before she at last shut off the water. Taking his hand, she led him through the house like he was a child. In the bedroom, she had him sit on the edge of the bed, lay back, and spread his knees. Working quickly, she took the chastity device, hooked the ring at the base of his three pieces, fitted the cap over his shrunken penis, and locked the sections together.

"All done," she crowed. "Let's give you a look at yourself."

Again guiding him, she put Dan in front of the long panel mirror

between her closet and dresser. He was shocked by the extent of his altered appearance. Without any body hair, he seemed to have reverted to prepubescence. His dick was crammed inside a pink plastic container that was much smaller than he had anticipated it would be. Dan's sense of emasculation was overwhelming. He swayed, close to swooning. Vicki steadied him with one hand on his shoulder, the other squeezing his buttock.

"This is going to be so amusing," she assured him.

Leaning in, she licked his ear. It sent currents of sexual energy through his system. His penis attempted to grow but was stymied by the restrainer. She giggled and steered him back to the bed, where she got him lying on his back, in the middle of the mattress. Still fully clothed, Vicki straddled his thighs and leered down at

him. Her desirable breasts hung like overripe fruit, easily within his reach. When he raised his hands toward them, however, she frowned.

"No, no, Dan," she warned. "A boy in chastity doesn't get to touch. He is only allowed to BE touched."

Suiting her actions to those words, she fingered his nipples. He gasped at the intensity of sensations. She already knew he was very receptive there. When they had intercourse, on the rare occasions when he lasted more than a minute or two after penetration, she only had to tease those twin pink spots to send him over the edge. Now she toyed with them mercilessly, except that the chance of him finishing had been eliminated. He squirmed under her weight and moaned nonstop. She sensuously licked her fingertips before reapplying them, which heightened the effect considerably.

"How do you like it so far?" she wanted to know. "It's... awfully... um... thrilling."
"Wait until you see how much further it goes."

Vicki stretched out full-length atop her boyfriend, with her warm boobs pressed to his ribs. He whimpered but went along with her new rule about not touching. Next, she kissed his face all over, everywhere except his mouth. She licked his neck and nibbled on his ears. He was in a confusion of unmet needs. His small balls were drawn up tight. She playfully pretended to gnaw on his

unmanly shoulders and then sucked hard on his receptive nipples, until he was half crazy.

Then she surprised him by sliding off his body and standing up. "That was a blast," she declared. "Now let's head out to the kitchen and have some breakfast."

"But I... Aren't we going to...?"

"What?" she responded with sugary innocence. "Are you tired of playing already? It's not time for the payoff yet."

The promise of that 'payoff' kept him from objecting further. It sounded like it would be fantastic, once the time came, in an hour or, he hoped, even sooner.

"I'm not really in the mood to eat," he suggested.

"That's perfect. This way, you can make something for me and serve it, like a proper chastity slave."

Had she ever used the term 'slave' in discussing this scenario? He didn't think so. Still, his mind was disordered from all that arousal, being undressed, and left hairless from the eyebrows down. He meekly followed her, his eyes locked on the rolling cheeks of her bottom, so full, so round, so fully packed. His testicles throbbed.

When they got to the kitchen she pointed out, "We can't risk having you get anything on yourself, so let's give you something to wear."

He was relieved at the prospect of covering himself, until she took an apron from where it hung. Vicki fitted the neck loop over his head and then brought the long wide ties around to knot them in back, creating a floppy bow. The apron had a bib front, fell to mid-thigh, and was bordered with ruffles all the way around. To add to his misery, it was pink. His girlfriend mischievously slapped his rump, which was still bare.

"Now get to work, kitchen maid," she snapped at him, somehow making it still sound like she was merely being cute. "I'll have toast and jam, with a mug of strong coffee."

"Alright," he agreed unhappily.

"Is somebody turning into a sourpuss? That's not how this is

done. I expect you to put on a happy face for me." He forced himself to smile, though it was unconvincing. She frowned, which inspired him to try harder. This time she accepted his attempt. "Now let's see a pretty curtsey, Dan."

"You can't be serious," he said, though with little force behind the words.

"I am quite serious. Or would you rather I leave Junior locked up until your attitude improves to my satisfaction? That could take a long while, you know."

Being kept chaste for even a minute more than absolutely necessary scared him. He pinched the lower edges of the apron

with thumbs and forefingers and did what he hoped was a proper curtsey.

"Not good enough," Vicki scolded. "I want a deeper dip, and a simpering expression. You could also address me as 'Ma'am'. Let's try that."

He felt his cheeks warm and knew they must have gone pink. Dan executed a deeper movement, with his lips slightly puckered, and his eyes pleading. In a soft high voice he whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."

She made him do it three more times, under her watchful gaze. At last, she was satisfied enough to let him start the coffee maker.

"Just put in enough water for two mugs for me," she instructed. "I don't want you drinking any and getting your system buzzed."

He loved his morning coffee but merely said, "Yes, Ma'am," again with that wispy voice.

"And only speak that way when it's just the two of us, here at home." While his back was turned, she smiled devilishly with self-congratulations at how well this was going. He had surrendered with hardly a peep every time she added to his humiliation. And there was still so much more to come.

He brewed coffee, inhaling the scent that made him salivate. Then he toasted two slices of bread and put them on a plate, with small jars of the jam she had requested, plus honey. He set it in front of her, then hurried to fill a coffee mug, instead of the more

delicate cup that she usually used. Dan took a step back and waited in silence, his hands clasped at waist level.

Vicki asked impatiently, "Am I supposed to spread the jam with my fingers, Dan?"

He realized that he had neglected to include a knife. The disgraced boyfriend curtsied, apologized, included another 'Ma'am', and rushed to fetch her the utensil.

She sneered at him. "Somebody just earned themself a spanking."

His mouth opened but this time no words came. She had done major damage to his male ego. He mumbled more words of contrition.

Vicki took her time preparing the toast and taking a bite. She sipped from the mug, which she had chosen because it was less feminine that what she usually drank from. While she enjoyed herself, Dan stood there in extreme unease, his thighs together, arms at his sides.

After a leisurely period, Vicki said, "Spanking time. Go over and lean on the counter. Reach back and hold the ties of your apron out of my way. I'll need to pick something to apply to your naughty buns." She made a show of considering several kitchen implements before settling on a long red spatula. It was made of hard rubber and reinforced with a flat piece of metal inside. Standing behind him, she slapped it against her open hand several times, as his dread mounted. "Back up some more. Bernd over

further. Keep holding those ties up. Stick that rump out more. Give me a better target."

The muscles in his legs tensed. He rested his chin on the edge of the counter, to maintain his balance. Without warning, Vicki swung, landing a sharp blow on one cheek, then doing the same to the other. He yelped twice and nearly toppled over before managing to steady himself. Before he could fully recover, she followed with another half dozen swats. His skin was coloring up nicely, from white to pink. But that wasn't enough for her. What she was doing to the wuss was getting her hot. She smacked him an additional dozen times, in rapid succession, which brought him to the brink of tears. He sniffled steadily and bit his lips. She was so wet between her legs. The next twelve strokes brought the color of his butt to a glowing red, at the same time it sent him into a display of bawling.

"Listen to you," she criticized. "Blubbering like a sissy. I can see now that it's what you are, and have been all along, though you were dishonest and hid it from me. With that in mind, I'm not going to call you Dan anymore. Until further notice, you are Danette." She tapped his rear lightly with the spatula. "Unless you want to tell me not to."

"No, Ma'am. You should call me whatever you think is appropriate."

"Spoken like a true pussy, which is what else you are. Now let's go back to the bedroom. Time for sex."

"You're going to unlock me?"

"No way. I would have, if you hadn't shown yourself to be such a pansy."

"But if I'm still in this thing, how can we have sex?" "Duh. You're going to use your mouth."

"I never do that. You know how just talking about it makes me sick."

"Poor Danette. Your baby dick was never enough to get me off before. Now it's under lock and key. And I'm certainly not going to be denied. Therefore, Missy, you're going to learn to use your lips and tongue to give me orgasms. You have a lot of making up to do, after the months we've been together. Climaxes for me but not for you."

In the bedroom, she helped him out of the apron, as if he couldn't do it himself. Then she made her boyfriend kneel and get her out of her slacks. She removed the snug top herself, in order to avoid him even accidentally touching her gorgeous globes, now that it was no longer an option for him. Vicki got on her back in the middle of the bed and spread her legs lewdly.

"Snack time," she sang out to him. "Since you didn't have any breakfast, you can take a double portion of pussy pie, pussy-boy."

He groaned, "Yes, Ma'am."

"That's my sweet Danette. I'll give you some helpful instructions, so you can do a good job. I might even have the first orgasm you ever gave me."

"But I thought..."

"That you had made me finish before? No. The sounds I made, that you probably mistook for climaxing, were from disappointment. Now give me some kisses down there. Chastity slaves aren't allowed to use their mouths anywhere above their Mistress's waist."

He sniveled and got into position. Her furrow was slightly parted, the pink interior waiting to be serviced, the pink pearl of her clitoris ready to me sucked. Dan tried a few experimental licks, running his tongue up and down. He kissed her button and, after she told him to, suctioned it lightly. She purred and cautioned him not to stop unless he wanted a much harsher spanking, with maybe a few shots not-accidenatlly hitting his balls. Even though what he was doing nauseated him, his imprisoned penis stirred. His nuggets began to ache, in desperate need of being emptied. His bottom still blazed. Everything had happened so abruptly. It had gone from what he expected to be an innocent game, to this maddeningly unfulfilling and also painful ordeal. He would be hugely relieved when it was over, the sooner the better.

"Easy does it," Vicki cautioned. "I want one good solid cum and then at least one milder one. I believe in you, Danette. With a bit of effort, you can become a proper male lesbian. Best of all, I get all the big-bangs and in return I have to give nothing except tantalizing."

Her words changed to heavy breathing as he took her closer to the goal. She crossed her ankles, pinning his head between her thighs. He lapped harder, alternating that with sucking on her nub, until she was ready to explode. Then it happened. The intensity of her climax let him know that he had never taken her that far in the past. She became extremely wet and he had to lap up and swallow her excess juices. After she peaked, her legs loosened. He remembered what she had said and continued licking at half-speed, gradually building her toward a second finale. This one took longer to reach and was less powerful. By the end, his jaws were sore, though not as much as his balls or his bottom. She dozed briefly, with him staying where he was. Dan was afraid that if he moved, it might earn him more spanks. Pain was a highly efficient conditioning method.

When she awoke from her nap, he cautiously asked, "Is it almost time for you to unlock me? This has been... um... interesting, but maybe it was enough."

"Oh, you poor baby," she sympathized. "That's not how chastity works. The trick is to stretch it out. Besides, I couldn't unlock you, even if I wanted to."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't have the key." She chuckled. "There was a chance that I might feel sorry for you and weaken my resolves. Or that you would man-up and not let me go this far, in which case I could have set Junior free and let him come inside, where it's

moist and warm. This way, with someone else holding the key, those things can happen."

"You entrusted the key to one of your girlfriends?"

"Nope. They might see those sad puppy eyes that you're giving me now and let their hearts make the decision for them. Instead, I gave the keys to a guy I used to date, for safekeeping."

"You have to call him and get them back."

"I have to do no such thing. The way it works, is that the chastity boy has to speak to the keyholder and respectfully ask for them. It might go beyond asking to actual begging. Pleading. Importuning. I can't wait to see you do it."

Praying silently that at least the wait wouldn't be long, he wanted to know, "When will that be?"

"It's Monday now. I think Jax could stop by on the weekend, if he's not too busy. That gives us more days for me to play Tease and Deny with you, and for you to polish your lady-licking skills."

He gagged at what she was saying. Even so, keeping Vicki happy until this locked state could be reversed was of utmost importance.

Giving her a simpering smile, he said, "Yes, Ma'am. You're right. I do owe you for all the bad sex in the past."

"That's what I like to hear, Danette. And let me see a ladylike walk from you. Tiny steps and a wiggle in your hips all the time. Right now, there's a sink full of dirty dishes in the kitchen. Let's get you back into your pretty apron, so you can begin to be my housemaid, too. And the bathroom could use a total cleaning. Plus, there are some other jobs waiting. You may have to stay up late to get it all done. What do you say to that, girly?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He executed a low curtsey without being told to.

Over the next several days, he had to come straight home from his dull office job, where he had worn panties under his trousers. All day, in his cubicle, he would wonder what his girlfriend would make him suffer though, once he arrived. She loved dressing him, though never with as much skin covered as he would have preferred. He might end up in nothing except opera-length gloves and stockings, both in black. Or it could be a crushingly tight corset and a posture collar that caused him to keep his chin raised high. He slept in brief gauzy nighties with matching panties, or short satiny slips with nothing on under them. Vicki's physical teasing was constant. Her taunts were nonstop. She enjoyed reminding him that a visit from Jax was approaching. His only slim consolation was the chance that he could convince her EX-boyfriend to hand over the keys. The guy would probably be understanding, after he saw the enormity of Dan's situation. Once that happened, life between Dan and his girlfriend could return to normal, he told himself. Sure. How could it be otherwise? It wasn't as if his chastity would continue on and on. Meanwhile, he dusted and polished and did his other chores, along with being Vicki's oral sex slave.

The fateful night arrived. This Jax person was due to show up at eight. Dan had assumed that he would be permitted to dress in his male clothes for the occasion. Wrong. Instead, Vicki gleefully selected something especially shameful for him to wear. It was a fishnet body stocking that made it plain that he had no body hair. At the same time, it left a clear view of his humiliating chastity. She wore a cropped top that allowed the bottoms of her sizable breasts to show, along with skintight capri pants and pumps with low heels. He tried reasoning with her but all that got him was a withering look. When the doorbell rang at the proper hour, she told him to go and answer it.

"Like this?" he bleated, his usual servility forgotten. "Like that," she confirmed with a wicked grin.

Dan opened the door a crack. Standing outside, glaring down at him, was a tall guy with the build of a pro quarterback. The sissy took a frightened step backward and the visitor pushed past him. He watched the towering figure move toward Vicki. Her former boyfriend was Black. That last revelation hit Dan hard. He didn't think he had politically incorrect attitudes, yet this newcomer made him feel threatened in more ways than one. Vicki greeted Jax with open arms and they embraced. It set off alarms of jealousy in Dan. Then the two of them shared a lingering kiss, not like old acquaintances, but almost as current lovers. The big man's hand drifted down to feel her inviting bottom. All Dan could do was to stand there and hug himself.

Vicki snarled at him, "Go and get us one of the bottles of wine that's in the fridge, and two glasses. Can you do that without

screwing it up, Danette? Or do I have to show you how to perform such a simple task? I don't like being embarrassed in front of Jax, you know. If you make a bad first impression on him, don't expect a forgive-and-forget attitude."

Dan was surprised by the vehemence in her words. She had never spoken to him like that in the past. Jax glowered at him, presumably because he had upset her. With his nerves quivering, the mortified young man scampered off to the kitchen, using the mincing steps that had come to be normal for him around the house. He brought the wine and glasses. Though he didn't think he was doing anything wrong, the couple who were now seated on the sofa gave him dirty looks. He nervously set everything on the end table alongside Jax. The imposing man had on a dark sport coat over a black T-shirt. His slacks fit closely and showed the outline of a huge cock that ran partway down his leg. Dan eyed the superior organ with awe.

"Hey, faggot," Jax accused, his voice deep. "Do you like staring at my piece? Want me to take it out so you can get a better look?"

"I... What? NO! I mean..." He turned to Vicki. "This is impossible. You can't do this to me. It's all too much." He gestured toward the see-through garment he was wearing. "You have to stop it. Make him give me the key and then he has to leave."

His outburst ended when he realized how much he had overstepped his new restrictions. Dan clapped his hand over his mouth. From between his fingers, he tried to speak.

"I'm... sorry?" was all he managed.

Jax told him, "You're going to be a lot sorrier after I teach you a lesson -- Danette."

Vicki insisted, "You can see how impossible it is for me to live with him. I was thinking of unlocking the annoying jerk tonight, but after that hissy fit it's not going to happen."

"Damn right it's not," agreed Jax. "I'm going to hold on tight to the keys. In fact, I don't like you feeling threatened by that twerp. Listen up, girl. I've been crashing with some homies since I moved back into the area. So, I ain't put down no roots yet." He rubbed his strong chin. "How about, if you got room, I move in here for a while."

"Oh, Jax," she said adoringly. "Would you? There's a spare bedroom."

Dan said weakly, "He can't stay there," as a last-ditch effort to prevent the unthinkable.

"Of course, he can't," Vicki seconded. "He'll be in the main bedroom with me. I've missed having a proper man in my life, and since you never qualified in the first place, Danette, I won't feel at all bad about kicking you out of my bed."

"And if he needs it," Jax amplified, "I'll kick him to the curb." His dark eyes narrowed as he stared at Dan. "I'd start with a few kicks to his balls, which are barely there from what I can see. Hey,

pussy, I'd be doing the women of the world a favor if I made it so those gumdrops never worked again. Wouldn't I?"

Dan broke down in tears. He fell to his knees. "Please, Sir. Don't hurt me. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... to do whatever I did wrong. I'll never do it again."

The pair on the sofa laughed at him. As if nothing unusual had just occurred, Jax took the bottle and twisted off the cap. He poured the glasses full and handed one to Vicki.

"Here you go, babe," he said to her. They clinked their glasses together in a toast, which he declared as, "To the start of a new and improved life for you, Vicki."

"And to be finally getting some decent sex." She licked her lips. "A lot more than just decent. I've never forgotten how incredible it was with you, Jax."

They drank, and then exchanged wine-flavored kisses. Still on his knees, Dan could only watch mutely, wracked by jealousy and a crippling sense of defeat.

When he started to rise, Jax barked at him, "Stay down there, princess. Your former girlfriend could use a foot rub. Take off them pretty shoes of hers and start massaging."

With his lips quivering, Dan said, "Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir."

He shuffled sideways to Vicki and slipped off her shoes. With both hands he took one bare foot. From his low position, he had a

clear view of the undersides of her incredible knockers. They were so tempting and now so inaccessible that he wanted to weep from how much he had lost. His fingers kneaded her feet, as he turned his eyes toward them, too inhibited to admire her bust any longer. When he risked checking on the seated couple, they were kissing again, with one of Jax's dark hands going under that abbreviated top to fondle her unmatchable bosom. Dan had to bite his lips to contain a moan of despair. The make-out session went on for another ten minutes before the twosome parted lips long enough for the Black man to speak.

He told Dan, "Those feet need some better TLC. How about if you show that you can make an extra effort and give them a tongue bath?"

It was delivered as a question but there was no possibility of refusing. Dan bent to the unpleasant task. He kissed the tops of her feet and then lapped them.

She told him, "Make sure you do a thorough job, Danette. Get your licker between my toes. If you have to, get down on your belly like a worm, which is what you are. Slack off and Jax and I will both have to school you."

Jax chortled. "You tell him, bitch. Don't let the sissy get away with any shit."

Her feet were relatively clean. Even so, there was perspiration between her toes. Dan had to lick and suck. At one point, she made him take five digits at a time into his mouth. She and Jax found it hilarious to see how much his lips were stretched when he

did that to one foot and then the other. By the time he was done, the overheated couple were ready to move to the bedroom. Dan had to crawl along behind them.

In there, Jax wanted to know, "You got that goodie bag I gave you, Vicki?"

"Yeah. It's in the bottom of my closet." She told her beleaguered boyfriend, "Go and get it, loser."

He did, and respectfully set it on the dresser. Jax told him to get out of his body stocking, which he also did. At that point, Dan just wanted to get through the night with the least amount of damage to himself. Those threats to his testes had struck deep into the primal part of his mind. He didn't want to risk ending up as a eunuch. From the bag, Jax took two sets of manacles, each pair joined by a short chain. He went to Dan and slapped him across the face, left and right, for no discernable reason. Vicki watched avidly.

"You like that?" the dark man asked his victim. "You want some more?"

"No, Sir. Please. Don't hit me again, Sir. I'm begging you." "If you don't want that pretty face messed up, get on your back."

Dan rolled over. Jax made quick work of cuffing his hands and then his feet. He took a double-ended clip and joined the chains to each other, leaving his prey in a hogtied position, with his limbs elevated. He gripped the connecting length and picked up Dan as

if he weighed almost nothing. He swung him around, which made the white guy squeal and implore him not to let go. Vicki put a hand to her face, but couldn't stifle her laughter. Jax set his human toy back down.

The Black bruiser asked, "Hey, bitch-boy, do you mind if I hook a ring around your ball bag? If you say no, I won't do it."

Staring up at the looming figure, Dan whimpered. His nose was

running. He was worried that he might start weeping in front of Vicki again, though that wouldn't be such a disgrace, compared to everything else that had occurred since Jax arrived. The upward-facing one figured that if he politely refused, it would somehow be used against him.

Nervously, he stated, "It's fine by me, Sir. Whatever you think is best." Dan realized how similar those words sounded to ones he had spoken to Vicki, with that same humble placating tone.

"You sure? It might end up causing you some pain."

"That's okay, Sir. I don't mind. You know best." To be safe he added, "I'm sure you're smarter than me."

"Damn straight, I am." He took a ring about as large around as a silver dollar, opened it in the middle, and clipped it around the base of Dan's scrotum, behind his chastity. Holding the ring between thumb and forefinger, the dominant man gave it a few test tugs, which made Dan yelp. "That's a good fit."

Next, he took a bungee cord from the bag. The hook at one end went under the ring. There were a few more yanks, which caused even more pain. Dan was thinking that maybe the alternative would have been preferable, though it was too late to change now. Jax went to the other closet, which was Dan's. He bent over and took his shoes from the floor to toss them haphazardly off to one side. Then he repeated his show of strength, hoisted the bound young man aloft once more by the hogtie, swinging him so that his head bumped the wall, and then setting him on the cleared floor of his own closet. Getting a second bungee cord, he hooked that one to the overhead bar, where Dan's shirts hung. Then he stretched the first cord up, dragging Dan's balls to their limit, before hooking the two cords together. That created a taut line that maintained the unnatural strain on his scrotum. Dan moaned and shook his head. Jax pulled the line to one side and released it, producing a loud holler from the ring-wearer. With his foot, Jax pushed Dan a few inches further in, then gave the joined cords another pluck, which triggered a second shout.

"It's like I'm playing music," he said with a short laugh.

Then he signaled Vicki to join him. He let her repeat the effort that caused Dan's outbursts every time. Then he began to undress her. She did the same for him. They each removed their own pants. All Dan could do was lie there, in discomfort, and watch their progress. Soon they were both naked. Jax's cock was stupendous, and it was still soft. He rubbed Vicki's gigantic fun-bags. She stroked his enviable tool, which grew and grew. Dan murmured to himself.

Vicki told her suffering boyfriend, "It might be too upsetting for you to see what happens next, so I'm going to do the kind thing and close this door."

She did it, and left him in the dark. His bottom cheeks touched the closed door. He couldn't see the lovers, but he could hear the next wet kiss and the one after that. Then he was able to tell that they had moved to the bed. Dan tried not to think about that monstrous member slipping in and out of his girlfriend. There was some intimate talk between the pair, a few laughs that Dan guessed were at his expense, and then a lull. Suddenly, Vicki cried out with pleasure. Jax must have entered her. After that, her sounds of satisfaction and his grunts told the story. She would occasionally praise Jax. He talked dirty to her. Dan had no way to accurately keep track of time, but he estimated that they were making love for at least an hour. He couldn't believe the Black stud's stamina. At the end, there was a lot of vocalizing from her and a cry of lustful victory from him. Dan's stones were so sore, but he was pretty sure they were in no danger of being ruined, at least not so far.

The closet door opened. Gazing unsympathetically down at him were the sated two, still naked. Jax's flaccid member and Vicki's mound were coated with semen. Dan had been devastatingly cuckolded, and probably not for the first time since Jax returned to the area. Had he been eating his girlfriend after she had sex with her Black bedmate? He hadn't detected any ejaculate when he went down on her, but there was no guarantee that he had not ingested some. The possibility made him want to puke.

Jax squatted down. He pawed Dan's ass. The helpless one made inarticulate sounds. He had never been touched by a man that way.

His tormentor observed, "This booty isn't too bad. Could be softer and thicker."

"I can cancel his gym membership," Vicki offered. "And adjust his diet for weight gain."

"Sounds good," Jax said. "Give me something to look forward to. I'm too big to do girls up the tailpipe, but a sissy like him would think he won first prize, when I drilled his butthole."

"Nooooo," Dan said with fresh tears running down the sides of his face, because of his odd position.

Jax went on, "I figure about two months of tenderizing and this rump roast will be ready for me."

He punctuated those words with a half dozen hard slaps to Dan's upturned buttocks. Every time the recipient's body jerked, it sent another jolt through his ringed semen-storers.

EIGHT WEEKS LATER.

It was Saturday morning. Dan was on his knees. He had on panties and a bra. His hair had grown, been styled just enough to make him look unisexy, and fiery red lipstick was on his mouth. He was in front of Jax, who was relaxing at the breakfast table, which Dan was under.

The Black man said, "You learned to suck cock real quick, Danette. I knew a pansy like you would just be waiting for some dark meat to be waved in front of their face. I think you do it better when you're under the table or kneeling in your new closet, in the guest bedroom. You're one of them submissive types who likes it better when it's less comfortable. You go crazy for being scolded and bullied, too." Without seeing his suck-slave, he said, "Ain't that the truth, Mighty Mouth?"

"Yeth, Thir." Dan used the lisp that his Owners, as he now thought of them, had demanded that he adopt for the day. "Thank you, Thir, for letting me thuck your magnificent thitck."

"No problem, Danette. Speaking of which, apply some suction right now. I feel like busting my nut down your throat. That'll slow me down for what comes next."

"You're going to thcrew my girlfriend again, Thir?"

"Nope. I've been keeping an eye on that tail of yours. It's gotten big and squishy enough for me to poke it."

"Oh, Thir." There was dread in his voice. "I mean..." He adjusted his tone to hide his emotions. He even made himself sound pleased. "I'm tho glad my thitter is jutht right for you now, Thir. For you to thlam."

With that, Dan went to work on the cock in front of him, showing off his well-trained oral techniques. He didn't realize how proud he had become about his ability to garner praise from the man he

called Master and Daddy. It escaped Dan that only two months ago he would have been horrified to feel so accomplished for being capable of deep-throating Jax's king-size pole, and that he was delighted every time he felt those heavy balls against his chin.

Dan heard Vicki enter the room with a yawn. She sat and he saw her shapely lower legs, protruding from a short belted robe. She parted her knees, giving him a peek at her well-used snatch, stained with Jax's semen, as it was every morning. He salivated at the sight, after having been conditioned to crave his regular job of swabbing it out with his tongue and consuming the spunk of the man who had stolen her away from him. Being in chastity can weaken a man's mind over time, and make him susceptible to all sorts of reprogramming, which is exactly what had happened to Dan. He ran his stretched lips up and down that girthy shaft and was rewarded with Jax's dark balls bumping him. Dan's trapped dick tried again to get hard, the way it did whenever he had his mouth on either of those with who he lived, as their servile inferior. Sometimes he would be awakened by the sounds of their energetic lovemaking, coming from the room next to his own. In the dark, he would remember his old life, including access to Vicki's enticing tits, and even intercourse with her. Now, all that was gone. He was a pathetic kinky sissy. Yet, after a few minutes of mental torment about his fallen state, he would listen to them happily humping, wonder if he would be summoned to clean up both with his mouth, and then forgot those ever-more-distant memories of being an actual man, though never a truly manly one.

Now, he refocused his attention on tending to his Owner's perfect cock. It filled his throat again and again. He cradled Jax's balls in both hands and lovingly fondled them. The ruling man's

breathing accelerated. He was about to blast his precious bodily fluids into Dan/Danette's hungry mouth. Those male and female identities were blurring together more and more. Then it happened. The male ambrosia was spurted into its waiting receptacle. There was a flash of residual shame and loss somewhere in Dan's mind, to be rapidly replaced by worshipful gratitude. He swallowed the thick warm discharge greedily. His nipples tingled. He wished he was allowed to toy with them, instead of having to wait for one of his superiors to do it or grant him permission to finger them on his own, so they could watch him auto-stimulate and over-frustrate himself.

Jax concluded, "I don't know which one of my bitches is a better cocksucker. Now let me have some more coffee and in a while I'll be ready to pound your fairy rump, Danette."

Vicki refilled her lover's giant-size coffee mug and watched him take a gratifying swallow. He had become the center of her life. Dan existed only to serve them and be both used and abused. That second ring around his ball-bag had come in handy many times for the latter practice. She told her one-time partner to get out from under the table. He emerged and stood up, stretching cramped muscles that were tight because they had forgotten that they left him crouched under there the night before, and he had spent the entire evening awaiting permission to move. He straightened out and she took a closer look at him. From having his gym visits eliminated and being fed extra calories, he had lost his muscle tone and had it replaced with excess fat. He was chubby all over.

Jax said, "We should make you grow a big gut, Fatty-Pants. Then, when you looked down, you wouldn't be able to see your little dick in its cage."

With the absence of body hair, Dan had a cherubic appearance. The poor chump had even started to grow man-boobs, which embarrassed him. His hips had widened and his thighs were plump. The main alteration in his body type, however, was the expansion of his sitter. Dan's ass was wider and plusher, a pink temptation that Jax was at last ready to take advantage of. Until then, it had been mainly a target for the brute's hands, to either knead it or else spank it until its owner couldn't sit down comfortably. That latter practice had been rough on Dan when he went to work and had to be seated for hours at a time. At that moment, his work clothes were nowhere to be seen. Instead, he had on a red vest and matching bowtie, along with a pair of kitty ears, as if he worked at some themed club.

Vicki led him to the bedroom. Jax stripped down in front of both of them, again ready to use his prodigious prick. He told Dan to kneel on the foot of the bed, with his tail end pointing back. The Black stallion strode up and rubbed himself against the cushion.

He said, "What you so worried about, Little Queen? This is gonna be like when you swallow me, except now you'll be taking it from the other end."

"Please, Thir. Don't. You're tho huge."

"Don't say that. Just take it one inch at a time. You're already familiar with every bit of it." He was stiff by then and prodded

with his thick knob against the tight entrance. Dan sniffled. Jax went on, "It'll be rough getting the head in. Just grit your teeth and think pretty sissy thoughts."

"I'm not thure thith ith what I really want."

"It is," Jax contradicted him. "Deep down, you know I'm right. And deep down is where I'm about to go. Right into your tunnel of love."

Dan sobbed. He shook his head. He said, "Jutht give me a few thecondth."

Jax didn't listen. He jammed the wide head inside. Dan made a noise like a pig. He panted. His violator told him that he was going to love it, once they got going.

When Dan pleaded for him to be gentle, he was told, "The softer the rump, the harder I pump. And your rump is so damn soft now."

With that, he shoved in another two girthy inches. Dan squealed again, but not as loudly. That back and forth, with Dan begging for mercy and Jax soothing him, went on, with each cycle ended by another portion being crammed into the tightness. Dan's breathing was shaky. Despite his misgivings, he felt the ravager's thighs against his enlarged ass. OMG. Jax was in up to his balls, just like when he was being sucked off.

"See?" the forceful man reminded him. "It's like I said. Your pansy ass was starving for my rod. From here on, it just gets better."

He withdrew partway and plunged back in, then did it again, setting up a steady unrushed rhythm. The noises Dan made changed from those of suffering to ones of arousal. His dick tried to harden inside its pecker prison. He muttered wordlessly. His voice rose. He arched his back.

"Yes!" Dan blurted, forgetting to lisp. "Don't stop. Keep fucking me, Master. Fill me up, Daddy."

Jax grinned maliciously and winked at Vicki. They had turned Dan into what the white boy knew, in his innermost self, that he was not. Like a convict who is used daily, he had been converted. His Black conqueror gleefully plowed him, heedless of how raw he knew he would leave his new fuck-toy. He humped away, with Dan now pushing back at him to meet each stroke. It was too much for Jax. His usual self-restraint left him. He didn't care. The sexual powerhouse exploded, hosing Dan's insides with cream. It was over. He relaxed and slowly withdrew. Dan moaned with disappointment as he registered the emptiness. He was already thinking about having it happen again.

"There you go, Danette," Vicki told the wuss who had once loved her romantically. Now he saw her as someone to serve and obey. Just like he did with Jax.

She said, "I'm going to get myself a strap-on harness and a fat black dildo, so I can make you wriggle while you're being pronged

by me, the same as you just did with that BBC in you. But right now, chastity-piggy, let's make you crawl under that new four-poster bed you bought for Jax and I, so you can listen to us screw the night away, starting in about an hour, when he's recharged and ready to go again. Who knows? Maybe now that you're a total sissy, we might even unlock you a few times a year and let you squirt." She paused to let him get his hopes up, before she finished with, "But don't count on it."

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