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Who's the Alpha?

Written by lillilove 5

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Who's the Alpha?

Written by lillilove 5

Tonya swallowed but said nothing as I closed the door and ordered him to strip. To his bewilderment, I had him stash his clothes in my closet. I looked at the time before turning my attention back to Tonya, uncharacteristically not paying any attention to him while he’d been stripping.

“Let me get a look at that denied little prick,” I said with relish as I ran my hands over his balls. His suppressed erection stirred at the feel of my hands on his balls, much as he wise otherwise. “Ooh, if you’re straining this hard from driving me around, licking cum off my lips, and hearing about me sucking cock, you’re going to be leaking like a waterfall later tonight!”

What could he say? Much as he hated all of this, there was no truthfully denying that I had lit a dormant spark in his sexuality. He just wiId it had been someone who actually cared about him and respected him that had introduced him to the kink of denial. Tonya’s thoughts, and I’s teasing caressing of his cage, were interrupted by the chime of the doorbell.

“Looks like that’s me!” I beamed with genuine excitement. “Better get under the bed and stay quiet Tonya!”

And with that I went to answer the door, positively elated. Butterflies gnawing at his stomach, it took Tonya several seconds to find control over his movement, sliding himself under the bed after he had heard the door open downstairs.

He swallowed and sought to control his agitated breathing, knowing that something important hinged on his silence, even if he didn’t know what exactly it was. Tonya strained to listen, picking up the sound of two people in conversation heading up the stairs. Even muffled through the wall, both voices were recognizable to him. One of the voices was clearly I’s. As for the other one, Tonya felt a pang of primordial dread upon recognizing the voice, his blood running cold.

The door opening interrupted his racing thoughts.

“Anyway, thanks again for agreeing to tutor me on such short notice Kyle.” I said as the two women in this twisted love triangle entered the room.

“No problem at all.” Kyle answered. “I’m happy to help.”

Tonya’s cage tightened more than it had all day at the sound of my sweet voice, though he was filled with a whole new level of terror over being so dangerously close to exposure. Just one loud breath, or movement, or involuntary moan, and I would see him for what he was. Why couldn’t he have just made a move on me earlier? This all could have been avoided.

“Still, I’m sure there’s a million ways you’d like  be spending your Saturday,” I said with a kind laugh, much different from the ones I had directed at him. I was a chameleon and a charming manipulator, Tonya would give me credit for that. The convincing nice act was how I had roped him into this nightmare, after all.

“Nah,” Kyle said nonchalantly, a shrug in my voice. “Weekends lose a lot of meaning once you’re in the real world.” Sexy, kind, smart, solid work ethic and interested in him? He couldn’t lose this gem of a woman. What did I have planned, exactly, anyway? Was I going to expose him? Or was I just messing with him for my amusement?

“Speak for yourself,” I laughed, again in a kind and good-natured way. “The weekend is one giant party!”

“Maybe that’s why you need tutoring.” Kyle said in good-natured jest. Tonya was glad to hear I sort of get put in my place, even though it had been a humorous and barbless remark.

“You’ve got a point there!” I laughed. Tonya could scarcely imagine how I’d respond to him saying something like that.

“But seriously,” I said as they both sat down on the side of my bed, their feet no more than a foot from Tonya’s nude form, “you didn’t have any plans on Saturday? Even geniuses have to live a little.”

“Well…,” Kyle began hesitantly before trailing off.

“What?” I asked.

“Well…I am kind of seeing this guy right now. I texted him earlier asking if he wanted to do something tonight, but he hasn’t gotten back to me.”

That must have been the text he had gotten earlier, Tonya realized.

“That’s rough,” I said. “Who is it?” I was truly brazen, asking someone I barely knew such personal and prying questions.

“You don’t know him.” Kyle answered. If only I knew.

“You’d be surprised how many people I know,” I said, my tone indicating I was aware of the irony of the situation. Tonya reached down and grabbed his tightly compressed cock, vainly attempting to relieve the discomfort. It was taking all of his self-control not to moan, or squirm around.

“Actually, you’d probably recognize him if you saw him,” Kyle began in a tone showing that I was weary of this topic, “but you don’t know him or his name. At least probably not.”

“Who is it then?” I asked disingenuously.

“Well do you know Tonya, from the economics class we’re in?”

“Him?!” I exclaimed with feigned surprise. “You could do SO much better than him.”

Tonya felt a pang of humiliation, partly because he felt that it was true. Someone like me could do so much better than a pathetic pushover like him. Even in the third person, when he was a mere bystander, I had to degrade him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Was Kyle’s cross response.

“What do I mean?” I sounded amused now. “Look at you and look at him!”

“Look, we clearly have different tastes.” There was a slight edge in Kyle’s voice now.

“There’s different taste and then there’s no taste! Seriously, a pipsqueak like him?”

“That’s enough of this conversion!” Kyle snapped. TonyawiId he could stand up to me like that, but I had so much blackmail material on him that that was out of the question. “He’s a good guy. Good enough for me, and if you’re just going to focus on parties and sex I’m leaving.”

Tonya’s heart soared hearing me defend him so vociferously, a feeling of genuine affection rising in his chest, a very strong erection stifled by the hard pink plastic, a constant reminder of his predicament and the iron grip that I had his balls by. He had to get out of this somehow. He couldn’t lose a chance with someone as amazing as this. He wouldn’t be able to bear the humiliation of Kyle seeing him in such an ignominious position.

“Ok,” I said with an exaggerated sense of exasperation. “I was just trying to help. If you ever change your mind, just say the word. I know all the parties. I’ll hook you up with a stud.”

“So what do you need help with?” Kyle said in a highly vexed voice, making it clear I was moving on from this topic.

“Well I’m pretty good on most of the basic stuff, you know supply and demand, scarcity, all that stuff,” I answered after a brief delay. “But I could definitely use a little help with Keynesian economics.”

And so the next few minutes passed by relatively quickly, nothing of note happening. Just a bunch of banter about the drab and monolithic drudgery that is economics class. Tonya’s erection had even subsided from the lack of any prurient discussion, though he was still over the moon from Kyle’s defense of him.

Tonya was shaken from this reprieve when Kyle demanded that I stop looking at my phone and pay attention.

“Sorry,” I said in a disinterested tone, clearly not sorry at all. “Just texting this guy that I’m going to see later tonight.”

Tonya’s cock once again stirred in its cage at that, though he desperately hoped that he would be allowed to leave before then. But he had a sinking feeling that he was going to be cucked again today.

“That’s it!” Kyle snapped. “Fail for all I care! I’m leaving!” A few seconds later the door opened and closed, Kyle letting out a groan of disgust as I left.

After several seconds, I beckoned for Tonya to come out from under the bed.

“Oh that was fucking priceless,” I laughed. Back to that snide and derisive laugh. “I would have kept me around longer, and fucked with you longer, but I don’t wanna keep Tyler waiting.”

“Oh yeah,” I grinned, sensing Tonya’s reaction. “That Tyler. He’s going to hammer me with his mythical cock tonight while you listen. I’ve been planning this for a few days and didn’t want it to fall through. Tyler’s impatient, and has so many options. If I kept him waiting he would have spent the night with another lucky bitch. Because he’s a real man. A little bitch like you would wait hours.”

Tonya squirmed, grabbing his locked up bits, making I laugh.

“You’re not a real man, are you Tonya?” I smiled and cocked my head to the side.

“No.” It was the only right answer. Back to be viciously torn down, to having Kyle’s boost of his self-esteem deconstructed.

“No what?” I asked menacingly as I approached him.

“No, I’m not a real man.”

“No,” I agreed, suddenly reaching forward and grabbing his balls in a painfully tight squeeze. “You’re my bitch, and that’s all you’ll ever be. Say it!” I snapped.

“I’m your bitch and that’s all I’ll ever be!” He yelped as he doubled over from the pain.

“Good fucking boy!” I exclaimed through cruel giggles as I let go of his full and heavy balls. Tonya’s renascent self-esteem wilted as I continued laughing. “Sorry about that Tonya,” I said with clearly no contrition, “but I had to make sure you didn’t get ideas from Kyle’s praises, just in case listening to Tyler pounding me isn’t enough to put you back in your place. That poor, naïve woman. I’ll convert my yet,” I said with a devilish smile. “Trust me Tonya, before we’re finished a stud will plow me just like Tyler’s about to fuck me.”

Tonya had nothing to say, defeated.

“And speaking of Tyler, I’m not sure if you can be trusted to stay quiet while he fucks me into next week. So I’m going to gag you.” I retrieved a ball gag from my dresser, snickering as I strapped it into place.

“Perfect,” I smiled. Tonya was again hard in the cage, despite everything. He didn’t want to be here, even if his dick said otherwise.

“Nice red ball gag and tight pink cage,” I rubbed a hand over the cage, making Tonya moan into his gag.

“Oh I just fucking love that sound already!” I laughed. “I’m definitely going to gag you more from here on out. But try not to moan while Tyler’s fucking me!”

I laughed again and ordered him back under the bed before heading downstairs, presumably to wait for Tyler. Tonya closed his eyes and counted silently, trying not to think of the sad state of affairs he was in. He could have spent the night with Kyle, who was probably very close to coming to the incorrect conclusion that he was uninterested in me. If only it wasn’t for I and this cage, he probably would have lost his virginity to Kyle by now. So many opportunities and so much dignity lost. And now he was about to listen to his tormenter and some asshole fuck right next to him. He hoped he had finally hit rock bottom, but somehow he doubted it.

His cock had mercifully deflated at last when he heard two voices approached the door – I’s and a man’s, deep and commanding. To his chagrin, his erection surged back to life. Or tried to. Dammit.

The door swung open, closing loudly a second later. Tonya looked to his right, greeted by the sight of two pairs of feet. Almost immediately, the sound of aggressive kissing followed.

“I want you to fuck me so hard,” I moaned in between kisses, breathing rapidly. Tonya silently bit into his gag, gripping his tight cage, resisting his urge to moan.

I was nothing but cruel to him, but I was so pretty and being in such close proximity to carnal activities could only arouse him, especially after so many days of denial.

The sounds of frenetic kissing, groping, and hot and heavy breathing continued for several minutes, with the occasional article of clothing falling to the floor as well. Tonya squirmed as he saw I’s pants and panties drop to the floor, nothing that they were pink like his cage.

“I’m so wet, I can’t wait for you to pound my pussy,” I said hungrily as I initiated about kiss with Tyler.

Tonya grabbed his balls in a vain effort to stop the discomfort, pulling at the ring of the device to relieve the pinching of his balls.

“Get on the bed,” Tyler’s deep voice said after the kiss ended. “And spread those legs for me.”

I sat on the side of the bed, Tyler dropping his pants a moments later.

“My favorite Saturday slut,” Tyler said with audible lust. “Beg. Beg me to fuck you. Tell me how bad you need to filled up.”

He really sounded like a douchebag, Tonya thought. He had tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he was just a regular jock. But he was a perfect match for I. Tonya shuddered to think what would happen if Tyler discovered him.

“Come on, stop teasing and fuck me!” I groaned. I let out an indecipherable squeal, a sexy sound that exacerbated Tonya’s discomfort.

The bed began creaking as Tyler began thrusting hard into I. I’s screams of pleasure and Tyler’s animalistic grunts permeated the air, redefining the word “tight” for Tonya. I had been telling the truth when I said Tyler was more of a stud than Anthony. He could only hope he wouldn’t explode in his cage, as I had suggested he would.

“Yes! Yes!” I screamed in a high-pitched voice. “Fuck me Tyler! Fuck me!”

The bed rattled against the wall as Tyler jackhammered in and out of me, the creaking increasing as trusted as well. Tonya couldn’t help but picture I throwing my head back as my screams intensified.

Tonya noticed that I’s feet were no longer on the floor. Whether my legs were wrapped around Tyler or up in the air Tonya could not tell.

“Yes,” I whined like I was in heat. “Oh yeah, grab my tits. Fuck.”

Tonya felt himself beginning to leak in the cage at that. He could only imagine what grabbing my attractive body would feel like. His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of Tyler spanking I’s ass.

“Yes!” I screamed, my breathing becoming extremely rapid as I had what sounded like an Earth-shattering orgasm. Tonya almost groaned into his gag, but caught himself. His stifled erection was actually painful now, precum leaking out of the front opening of the cage. Tonya squeezed his eyes shut, trying to blot it all out. But to no avail.

Tyler continued pounding into I, soon bringing me to a second screaming orgasm before pulling out.

“On all fours.” He ordered. “Time to take your ass doggy style.”

Tonya squirmed as much as the cramped space would allow him, wrapping his hand completely around his caged and compressed penis as he heard the bed creak as I shifted my weight. A few seconds later the sounds of hard smacks started, as if Tyler was going balls deep.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered before letting out a raw cry of pleasure. Tonya hadn’t thought any worsening of his discomfort was possible, but it had just happened. In fact, he had groaned slightly into his gag. Fortunately, I’s moaning drowned it out. Petrified nevertheless, Tonya silently swore he wouldn’t slip up again.

His cock absolutely cramped, he couldn’t help but visualize what was happening right above him. Much as he loathed the situation, and fervently as he wished he wasn’t in it, he couldn’t help but leak precum to the mental image of a nude I, with my slim figure and beautiful face, hair, and eyes, bucking back and forth as I was fucked. Add in my moaning and hot breathing, separated from him by just a mattress, and there was no hope of him not leaking.

I was whimpering uncontrollably now, clearly in a state of sublime and blissful pleasure, as Tyler began thrusting even harder and faster. I must have had multiple orgasms from anal by now, having been reduced to a whimpering mess.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Tyler had his orgasm, likely shooting a huge load. I sounded as if I was still on all fours on the bed, my breathing returning to normal as I relaxed in that peaceful post-orgasm bliss. Bliss Tonya wished he could feel, instead of the continuing torment and tightness. He bit into the gag again, needing an outlet for his energy and angst.

“Our Saturday hook-ups are always fucking magical,” I said, clearly enamored with my favorite stud. “But I know,” my voice gained a flirtatious quality, “that it wouldn’t be the same for you without one of my famous blowjobs. And,” I giggled my kind laugh, “it wouldn’t be the same for me if I didn’t get to take that magnificent cock of yours in my mouth.”

It felt emasculating and stinging for Tonya to hear I speak so approving of another man’s penis after I had spoken so derisive about his. He really was pathetic. He really was just a pipsqueak. He wished he could be as endowed as these other guys. Shame gave way to burning envy, which just led to more shame that he would never measure up. Creaking on the bed indicated that I had gotten up when Tyler spoke.

“Damn girl,” he laughed. “My dick needs a few minutes. Us guys aren’t like you girls.”

The two spent a few minutes talking idly before the sound of movement started. Tonya forced himself to look, seeing that I had gotten on my knees and that Tyler was sitting on the bed.

Seconds later, the sound of slurping and gargling began, I taking Tyler in my mouth. Tonya strained again, imagining what a blowjob must feel like. Judging by Tyler’s moans, it must have felt really nice. Tonya saw one of I’s hands under the bed frame as I continued to slurp and suck, giving Tonya the middle finger with it.

A whole new concresence of shame and arousal overtook him. I was saying ‘fuck you’ to him for no reason other than to be mean, while he had locked him in chastity and blackmailed him. Yet he found himself aroused by my disdain, as if pleasing me was a distant goal on a horizon. To make I happy was to chase a dragon. He just wanted praise and gentle teasing from such a beautiful woman. He would pine for it no matter how cruel I was to him.

Tonya’s thoughts were interrupted by Tyler groaning hard in pleasure, I slurping on his cock some more before taking my mouth off of it, a smile and laugh in my voice as I did.

“Good fucking girl,” Tyler said as I stood up.

After a few minutes of chatter they slowly got dressed, I walking Tyler out. Tonya remained under the bed, trying unsuccessfully to get soft again. It was no use. He was hard in anticipation, and felt a new wave of stifled pleasure when I returned.

“Come on out,” I laughed. I laughed even harder when I saw just how flustered Tonya was, and how much he had been leaking. “Looks like I was right! You are leaking like a waterfall!” I smiled as I undid his gag.

“What do you say Tonya?” I asked as soon as the gag was out.

“Thanks.” He knew that was the answer. Just another humiliation exercise.

“For?”

“For letting me listen to Tyler fuck you.” Tonya hung his head in shame.

“Head up Tonya,” I said through my laughter.

“You really are leaking,” I said as I put my index finger in the slot of the cage, holding it up to his face. “Suck.”

Tonya knew he had no choice, his soul wilting even more as I continued my derisive laughter.

“Was listening to that too much?” I asked with mock pity as he sucked. “Tough shit! Your body says you fucking loved it! I bet you leaked all over the floor. You’re lucky I don’t make you lick it off the floor.”

I pulled my finger out of his mouth, grabbing his cage again.

“How many days have you been locked now Tonya?”

“Eight days.”

“Eight days,” I said seductively. “Would you like to cum?”

“Yes!” Tonya’s heart leapt, not daring to believe it.

“Well I think I might just let you. But it’s going to be the way I want you to.” I said cryptically. “Get a towel out of the bathroom, lay it on the bed, and get on it on your knees.”

Despite his apprehensions, he was extremely eager for a chance to cum, heart pounding with both anxiety and excitement.

He felt his cock pulse against the plastic when I returned, carrying a paper plate. I remarked that I wasn’t going to get his cum on a good plate. Just why was he cumming on a plate? He had a sinking feeling about the answer.

“Excited Tonya?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered, squirming slightly.

“I bet,” I chuckled as I opened my dresser drawer, pulling out the same handcuffs I’d used on him a week earlier. “Hands behind your back.”

Seconds later and he was nude, chastised, and had his hands cuffed behind his back. He was increasingly vulnerable, and it was going to get much worse.

I cheerfully skipped to the closet, pulling out a wooden bar with holes in the ends, zip ties in the holes. A makeshift spreader bar.

“Spread those legs Tonya,” I said nonchalantly, adroitly fastening his ankles to the bar.

“Excellent,” I smiled. “Now that little clitty of yours is exposed. I am so taking a picture of this. Smile!”

Tonya knew better than to object.

“Maybe in the future, I’ll put some clothespins on your nipples and balls too.” I said teasingly. “Some pain with your pleasure. Now we just need to get that gag back in. I can’t wait to hear those muffled moans!”

Tonya was the most helpless and immobilized he’d ever been – gagged, cuffed, legs immobilized, and locked in chastity. And that wasn’t to mention the sundering of his self-esteem. If someone had told him a couple of weeks ago that he would be naked, gagged, locked in chastity, cuffed, with a spreader bar between his legs, and on his knees he wouldn’t hurt believed it. Life comes at you fast – one day all was well and the next his life had undergone an awful transmogrification into a Kafkaesque nightmare. He was close to crying from the severity of it all as I retrieved a vibrator from my dresser.

“This is how you’re going to cum Tonya,” I giggled as I got behind him on the bed. “You’re going to have a caged orgasm! I’m going to hold this vibrator under your tiny cage and in front of those balls until all that frustration just dribbles onto that plate. My little virgin Tonya will finally get to cum inside something pink!”

Tonya groaned slightly into the gag even as he felt emotionally stabbed. He twitched as best he could in his current bondage as I grabbed the cage with my left hand, placing the vibrator under it with my right.

Tonya groaned heavily into the gag as the buzzing started, bucking his hips at the pulsating pleasure. I laughed hard, leaning in to whisper into his ear as he continued to buck and moan.

“This is going to help keep you submissive Tonya,” I said. “Dribbling out of this little fucking cage. I know you still have a little resistance left still, and I’m going to break it. But just what will breaking it take, hmmm?”

Tonya couldn’t speak of course, but only groaned.

“Maybe,” I mused as I sped up vibrator, “cumming like a locked up little bitch will do the trick. Or maybe making you wear panties from now on will make you one hundred percent submissive. Would you like that Tonya?”

Tonya shook his head, even as he squirmed and moaned and bucked wildly.

“Oh I think you would!” I teased. “But it doesn’t matter. It’s about what I want. I want you to buy some panties this week. Only real men wear boxers, and we’ve already establiId you aren’t a real man. So it’s panties for you now Tonya!” I giggled. “Buy them tomorrow. I’ll let you do it yourself so you can make up some pathetic half-assed excuse at the store. But if you don’t have them by tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping for them. And believe me Tonya, I’ll make sure the cute sales lady knows exactly who they’re for!” There was relish in my voice now, relish at utterly destroying Tonya. He really was going to orgasm in sublime pleasure to this abuse.

“But maybe that’s not enough either,” I continued. “Maybe I’ll need to start spanking your ass red raw, until it hurts to sit down! A few bruises on your ass might make you fully submissive. Or maybe if I got a strap-on, and made you suck and fuck it! Maybe me pegging you, hitting your prostate until you dribble cum out of your cage will make you one hundred percent bitch. Or maybe making you suck the real thing would do it.”

Tonya was on the verge of tears even as he was on the verge of orgasm, pain and pleasure horribly intertwined. I kept alluding to something he truly hoped wouldn’t happen.

“Or,” I leaned in close, so that my tongue was tickling Tonya’s ear, “maybe seeing Kyle get fucked by a stud would finally break you for good.”

Tonya felt a pang of severe anguish. That would hurt him more than anything else, and I knew it.

“Just imagine,” I said, “Kyle getting spit roasted by two fucking studs. I’m going to describe the scene, and I’m going to put the vibrator on max speed. You’re going to cum thinking about this scenario!”

“Let’s set the stage Tonya,” I continued. “Kyle’s seen everything. I’s seen the cage, and your tiny dick. I’s allowed me to hook me up. I’s going to follow my lead, and cuck you.” My voice was a mere whisper, yet highly erotic in tone, my tongue tickling Tonya’s inner ear. “You’re on a bed, naked except for the cage. And Kyle’s naked. You’ve seen my naked, but I’s never going to let you have my sexy body. Nope, only real men get that.”

“Anyway,” I continued as Tonya started thrashing involuntarily from the pleasure of the vibrator, almost spasming. “I’s over top of you, my face over your cage. One stud is grabbing me by my hips, pounding me. His face is directly under my pussy that you can never have, watching a big fat dick slide in and out of me while I squeals like a bitch in heat.”

“God I love this.” I said. “And I has another fat cock in my mouth, deep-throating it like I was Tyler’s earlier. Think about that – my head is right over your little cage, which is definitely leaking, and I’s ignoring it. Your little shrimp dick is completely irrelevant, sitting there caged and unused. You can probably feel Kyle’s hot breath on it as I sucks a real dick, but that’s the closest my mouth will ever come to your little clit.”

Tonya knew such an awful scenario wouldn’t happen, that even if Kyle lost interest in him I wouldn’t do that. But it still elicited a whirlwind of awful emotions, namely a profound sense of shame at the physical pleasure he felt.

“Or maybe I’s flipped around,” I said with a smile in my voice. “Maybe you could see my sucking that big dick, my hair in your face as I does. And my pussy getting pounded by a real dick, mere inches from your locked up clitty. Maybe I’d squirt pussy juice all over your cage.”

The vibrator had at last gotten Tonya over the edge, his thrashing frenetic and his gagged moans frenzied as copious amounts of cum dribbled onto the plate, I gripping the cage tightly to ensure it was aimed at the plate, laughing in his ear as I did.

“Oh my fucking God!” I laughed. “That’s a work of art!”

I turned off the vibrator, undoing the gag but keeping the rest of his restraints on, slowly getting up and off the bed.

“What do you say Tonya?” I asked as I looked at the plate.

“Thank you for letting me cum.” It truly was nice to relieve all that pressure, even in such a degrading manner.

“Aww you’re welcome Tonya,” I said. “But I need to make sure you don’t get spoiled from cumming. So…,” I trailed off as I picked up the plate, pressing it against Tonya’s face. Powerless to resist, he feebly protested as I rubbed it around his face, guffawing the entire time.

“Tonya the cumslut!” I laughed as I pulled the plate away. “All that sticky cum on your fucking face! And it’s going to get all crusty when it dries!”

Tonya found himself welling with tears, but somehow kept himself from crying. That was the last thing he needed to give I pleasure from.

“Smile for the camera,” I beamed as I readied my phone.

“Smile!” I snapped irately when he didn’t immediately smile. “You better fucking smile when I’m generous enough to let you cum, or it’ll be a long time before you do again.”

“I’m sorry,” he lied after the picture had been snapped, dying a little inside.

“I think we need to have a talk now Tonya,” I said seriously, ignoring his apology. I undid the spreader bar and cuffs, only to have him lay on the floor and re-attach the spreader bar. I sat down on the bed, looking down at him with a smile.

“God, I love this so much.” I said, more to myself than to Tonya. “The power I have over you. I never thought locking someone up would be this much fun. Hell, I never thought I’d actually get a chance to use it.”

“When did you get it?” Tonya asked. He didn’t really care, but he figured it would pay to make amicable conversation with me. To stay on my good side as much as possible.

“A friend got it for me as a joke a couple of years ago. I said I could get a guy to do anything for me with it. And I was right. Just look at everything you’ve done for me! I could really get used to this. I was planning to let you out at the end of the semester. I was just gonna tease you and mess with you a bit, get my schoolwork done, and then call it quits. But that was before I realized how much I love this power. I don’t think I can go back to not having a locked up loser doing everything I say. And it's such a perfect role for you Tonya!”

“You said you’d let me out in May!” Tonya panicked, attempting to sit up. But with his mobility impaired by the makeshift spreader bar, I easily push him down with my foot and an admonition that I hadn’t given him permission to get up.

“Oh I’m so not letting you go at the end of the semester anymore, Tonya.” I said with relish in my voice. “No, this is way too much fucking fun!”

Tonya felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. It took a few moments for him to process what I had just said. I couldn’t go back on my word! I couldn’t! They had had a deal!

“But we had a deal!” He feebly protested, too panicked to care that resistance was against his better judgment. “You can’t do this!”

“Oh, I can’t?” I smirked, before reaching down and gripping his cage tightly. “I own your pathetic little dick. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And if you don’t want me to ruin your entire life, you’ll know what’s good for you and shut the fuck up. You think you can tell me what I can and can’t fucking do?” There was a real edge in my voice now, the worst Tonya had ever heard. This was an extremely pernicious situation.

“I can do whatever I want. I can deny you an orgasm for months. I can make you suck cock for me. I can make you do anything I want.” I said, before adding menacingly “and if you refuse, or whine, I can send those pictures and videos to EVERYONE. What, you thought Kyle’s number was the only number I saved from your phone?” I laughed harshly.

“Oh no,” he shook my head and smiled. “I have your friends’ numbers, your coworkers’,” I paused before continuing with an especially cruel glint in my eye, “your mother’s.”

Tonya was at a loss for words, but his reaction was clearly visible to I.

“That’s right Tonya,” I continued. “Step out of line and mommy will know everything. How do you think I’d respond to seeing my son locked and cucked? I probably thinks you’re gay anyway, maybe we should just come clean with me. That instead of getting married and bringing home a son-in-law, you’ll be my devoted little cuckie and bring home a cuckoldress-in-law.” I laughed at my joke.

Tonya tried to protest, to beg, but couldn’t think of a way to frame it properly. He was walking on eggIlls now.

“What’s the matter Tonya? Cum got your tongue?” I laughed. “It’s good you’ve decided not to fight me anymore. Just accept that you’re my cuck long-term. In fact, it’s going to get so much more serious after we graduate. There’s SO much I’m going to make you do. So much fucking power!” I squeezed Tonya’s balls hard to emphasis my point. “I’m going to make you suck cocks for me, eat cum for me, and maybe even take a cock in the ass for me – just imagine, a cock shooting ropes of cum inside you while you drip from that cage. But that’s not happening right away. I have dibs on your anal cherry. Soon, I’m going to buy a strap-on, and fuck your ass hard. I’m going to fuck you until you dribble all that cum out of your cage and into a cup. You’re anal virginity is the only virginity you’ll ever lose.”

Tonya had no response. He was beaten, ruined. His heart pounded and tears welled, barely held back.

“Fuck, I’m so hot and bothered now. I need to cum.” I got up and went to my dresser. “Here's what I’m going to do. Since you could never give me a proper orgasm, I’m going to get myself off with my vibrator. And since you’ve been mostly good today, I’m going to let you listen. Now, you definitely haven’t earned the privilege of seeing my pussy. So I’m going to blindfold you. Then I’m going to sit right on your chest and get myself off.”

Tonya cried inside, even as his cock once again found life in its cage. Why did it have to get hard to this?! It got even harder, which I gleefully pointed out, as he was blindfolded. The feeling of I’s beautiful ass on his bare chest was exquisite, and he bucked a bit despite everything.

“Easy Tonya,” I said with a little amusement. “Buck me off and I will beat your ass until it blisters. And keep your hands at your side. Touch me and I will hit those poor balls so many times. Now you just listen to me orgasm, which I can do whenever I want, unlike you. I’m going to cum while I tell you what I have planned for after graduation.”

And with that the vibrator hummed once more, this time Tonya’s caged erection receiving no pleasure, as I told him my plans through my erotic moans.

“I’m going to Cancun to celebrate with my friends,” I said, “and you’re coming with me. That’s right motherfucker, my friends all know about that chastity cage, and the little loser I locked up. I haven’t SENT them the pictures, yet. But I have shown them. They fucking love it, especially me. I’s the one that got the cage for me, after all. One of these days I’ll have to loan you to me as a thank you. Anyway, where was I?

“Oh, right. We’re going to bask and relax in the spas and on the beach, and you’re going to find us big, real men to fuck. And if you’re a well-behaved bitch, and don’t whine and pout, I might even let you come back to my room with us.

“I’ll have you fluff him for me if he’s ok with it, and then you can sit in the corner and watch me get fucked by a real man. And if you’re really good, and I’m feeling generous, I might even let you eat his cum out of my ass. Maybe, if you’re a perfectly-behaved little fucktoy, and you don’t make me yell at you once the entire trip, I’ll let you suck his cum out of my perfect pussy. That’s the only way any part of your body will ever touch my pussy.”

I came at that, drenching Tonya’s chest. Tonya’s erection raged even as I relaxed on his chest. Tonya was surprised as he felt I rotate, turning around and placing the vibrator on his cage again – only to remove it after a couple of seconds.

“You thought I’d let you cum twice in a day?” I laughed. “Nope!”

With that I stood up. Tonya could hear my getting dressed again and rummaging through the closet. Tonya felt the spreader bar being removed, and seconds later the blindfold came off. His clothes were in a pile on the floor.

“Get dressed Tonya. The night’s still young. Maybe I’ll order a pizza for us since you were a good boy today. Mostly. You must be hungry, since all you’ve had to eat is cum!” Tonya simply nodded, too weak to care as he got dressed. He was pulling his shirt on when I abruptly spoke.

“Never mind, just got invited to a party. You’ll have to feed yourself instead.” Tonya was secretly relieved. He just wanted to get away and cry somewhere. He had to get out of this somehow.

“Now remember Tonya,” I said as Tonya finished getting dressed, “I want you to buy panties tomorrow. Preferably pink and frilly. And remember to get my homework done tomorrow too.”

Tonya replied that he would, preparing to leave. But I stopped him.

“One more thing Tonya,” I said through barely contained laughter. Tonya paused, and seconds later felt I pull back his sweatpants and underwear, something moist and sticky poured in them as I howled with laughter.

“When I sucked Tyler off earlier I didn’t swallow. Nope, I spit it into a cup when he wasn’t looking.”

Tonya found tears running down his cheeks at last, unable to supress them any longer. The humiliation and despair were too much, and the discomfort supreme as it ran down his legs and pooled under his taint.

“Fucking priceless!” I exclaimed as I began recording him as he walked uncomfortably. “Why are you walking so weirdly Tonya? Is it because there’s a real man’s cum in your pants? Say yes Tonya.”

All Tonya could do was say yes, tears flowing as I was breathless with laughter. My guffawing followed him as he walked out the door and down the road to his car, praying nobody would see him in detail. Tears flowed down his face freely through the dried and crusted cum on his face, other cum in his pants.

He couldn’t do this anymore. Something had to happen. But what could he possibly do? He should have just resisted that first night, when defamatory rumors were my only weapon. Now he feared it was too late.

How was he going to get this cum off his face unseen? How was he going to go on? He sat down in his car, too crushed to care about the discomfort. He needed to talk to someone. Not about the specifics but just for general cheering up. Kyle? He thought of it but felt he shouldn’t bother me, that he didn’t deserve consolation from me.

He should have made a move on me earlier. I deserved better. He wouldn’t feel right bothering me after keeping my at the periphery for so long, even if he hadn’t wanted to do so.

What to do? He wasn’t much of a drinker, but some alcohol would temporarily blot out his awful reality. That was the escape he needed. He would find a way out of this somehow afterwards. He had to.