Chapter 1: Michael bullies the narrator
In the dimly lit hotel room, the silence hung like a shroud, suffocating and oppressive. The walls were painted a sickly shade of blue, like the veins of a diseased heart. The king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, its white silk sheets bearing the imprint of an ample body. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, thumping against my ribcage like a caged bird desperate to escape. My girlfriend, Crystal, had told me about her bull, Michael, earlier that day.
She boasted about how he could make her cum just by looking at her, how he would fuck her until she couldn't walk, and how he loved giving it to her rough. I was jealous and envious of her, but also aroused by the thought of her being taken so roughly. When we arrived at the hotel room, she ordered me to get undressed and kneel down while she got ready.
I obeyed without question, my heart pounding in my chest as I knelt on the cold floor. As she prepared herself, I couldn't help but imagine what Michael looked like - what he was doing to her when they were alone together. I felt a twinge of jealousy, followed quickly by arousal. I knew that I was only here because she wanted me to be - that she saw me as nothing more than a mere plaything compared to her bull. But still, the thought of her being taken so roughly sent shivers down my spine.
I imagined her legs wrapped around Michael's waist, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, but it was quickly replaced by arousal. After all, I knew that I was only here because she wanted me to be - that she saw me as nothing more than a mere plaything compared to her bull.
As I knelt there on the cold floor, I couldn't help but wonder what Michael looked like. What was he doing to her when they were alone together?
She strutted over to me, her high heels clicking on the tile floor. "Get up," she commanded, her voice ice-cold. I immediately stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. She looked me up and down, assessing me like a piece of meat. "Not bad," she said, approvingly. "But you need some work." With that, she handed me a metal chastity device for small penises - a cruel reminder of my powerlessness in this situation.
I hesitated for a moment before putting it on, feeling the cold steel encase my fragile manhood, which she would probably called my “boyhood”. I was hers to use as she pleased, and if that meant locking away my pathetic cock, then so be it.
Crystal watched me intently as I struggled to adjust the device, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Finally, I managed to secure it in place, feeling the weight of her gaze upon me.
She nodded her approval, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Good boy," she purred, her voice like velvet. I couldn't help but blush beneath her praise - even though it was laced with sarcasm and contempt. It was clear that she saw me as nothing more than a toy to be used and discarded at her whim.
I loved her. I couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through my veins whenever she was near.
The door opened and Michael and Crystal came in.