Chapter 3: Rising Action
The Gay Bar was a pulsating heart of the city's nightlife, its walls adorned with a kaleidoscope of rainbow flags and neon lights that flickered in sync with the thumping beat of the DJ. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and the hum of laughter, as patrons danced to the rhythm, their bodies pressed close together in a symphony of flesh and desire. The bar was a labyrinth of shadows and light, with dimly lit corners where whispers of secrets and promises were exchanged.
Sarah led Chris through the crowded bar, her hand firm on his waist, guiding him with a gentle but authoritative touch. Several pink jail cell like cages were setup in the middle of the club. The words "sissy storage" were put on each of them. The sissies were made to kneel then be locked at cock hight and ring gags to be locked in thier mouths.
Chris was no exception. He knelt, his pink gown pooling around him, as Sarah locked the cage door behind him. He could feel the cool metal of the ring gag against his lips, and he opened his mouth willingly, letting Sarah slide it in. She locked it into place, the metal clicking shut, and Chris could feel the saliva already beginning to pool in his mouth.
"Good girl," Sarah murmured, her voice low and approving. He liked being her good girl. He liked being under her control.
Sarah walked around the cage, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Then she smiled and pushed the door shut.
Chris heard the lock click into place, sealing him inside. He looked around the cage, his heart pounding in his chest. The cage was small, barely big enough for him to kneel in. The bars were cold and hard against his skin, and he could feel the weight of the chastity belt pulling at his groin. He tested the ring gag in his mouth, running his tongue over the smooth metal. It was tight, but not uncomfortable. He could still breathe easily, and he could still make noise, albeit muffled.
He heard the music from the bar filter into the cage, the bass thumping in time with his heart. But it seemed as if he was the only sissy locked in as he was buckled in a head immobilizing device. The mistress walked on the stage and took the key from Sarah. Then she handed it to a maid who ran off with it sealing him in. "Well... well... well" boys you know what to do." You she handcuffed Sarah and sensuality escorted her away.
Chris watched as Sarah was led away, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the chastity belt pressing against his cock. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a more comfortable position in the cage. But there was no escaping the tight confines, no escaping the heat of his own desire.
He heard the music change, the beat becoming slower, more sensual. The lights dimmed. A spotlight shone down on his cage. As a bucket began dripping cum on chris.
He looked up to see a line of men, their cocks hard and ready. The mistress stood at the front, a wicked grin on her face. "Alright, boys. You know the drill. Let's give our little princess here a warm welcome." She turned to Chris, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You're going to take every last drop, aren't you, princess?"
Chris nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The first man stepped forward, his cock already leaking pre-cum. He grabbed Chris's head, his fingers tangling in the pink wig, and forced his cock into Chris's mouth.
Chris gagged, the taste of pre-cum filling his mouth. He could feel the man's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he struggled to breathe. The man groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking Chris's mouth with abandon. Chris could feel the spit dripping down his chin, the ring gag making it difficult to swallow. He could hear the other men cheering, their voices a chorus of encouragement.
The man pulled out, his cock glistening with Chris's saliva. He looked down at Chris, a wicked grin on his face. "You're a good little slut, aren't you?" he said, his voice thick with lust.
"You're going to take all of us, aren't you, you little cumslut?"
Chris nodded, his eyes watering as the next man stepped forward. His cock was thicker, the head purple and angry. He grabbed Chris's chin, tilting his head back. "Open wide, princess. I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."
Chris opened his mouth, and the man shoved his cock in, not bothering to go slow. He fucked Chris's mouth hard, his hips slapping against Chris's face. Chris could feel the ring gag pressing against his teeth, the metal cold and unyielding. He could feel the man's cock hitting the back of his throat, making him gag. As he was slowly being coated in cum he realized that the cage was made to slowly fill with gallons of cum. His skirts were already absorbing the cum quickly.
The men were taking turns, each one more eager than the last to fill Chris's mouth and throat. The first few had been gentle, almost tentative, but as the line grew, so did their confidence and aggression. Chris's mouth was a fucking machine, taking every cock like a champ, his gagged moans muffled but audible. The men were getting off on his submissive display, their grunts and groans filling the air as they used his mouth for their pleasure.
The next man in line was a beast, his cock thick and long, the head already glistening with pre-cum. As he sucked he felt someone fiddling with the ring-gag's lock as the semen pooled up to his thighs slowly filling the bottom of the cage.
The cage was designed to fill up with cum, and it was doing just that. The man in front of him, his cock thick and long, grabbed Chris's head with both hands and began to fuck his mouth with abandon. Chris could feel the man's cock hitting the back of his throat, making him gag, but he didn't stop. He wanted this, needed this. He wanted to be used, to be filled.
"Fuck, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" the man grunted, his hips slapping against Chris's face. Chris could only moan in response, the ring-gag making it impossible to speak. "Look at that pathetic sissy you have" the mistress told Sarah, "wouldn't you rather submit to me?" Sarah, still handcuffed, looked at Chris, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely audible. The mistress grabbed Sarah's chin, forcing her to look at her. "You're a lesbian, aren't you, Sarah? You want to be dominated, just like your little sissy here." Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushing red. "Yes, mistress. I do." The mistress smiled, her eyes gleaming with malice. Then you're going to watch as I turn your little sissy into a cumslut.
You're going to watch as I make him take every last drop of cum, and then you're going to watch as I lock him in chastity for good. You're going to watch as I turn him into my little cumslut, and you're going to love it, aren't you, Sarah?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She could see the lust in the mistress's eyes, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew she was in over her head, but she also knew she couldn't resist. She wanted this, needed this. She wanted to be dominated, to be used.