Chapter 2: Claiming
don't know how long I sucked on him but he told me he was getting close and pulled away, not wanting to cum just yet.
"This first load needs to go in your ass baby, it's only right."
My ass??! He wasn't serious, was he? All I've ever had up there was my girlfriend's tongue before his. I couldn't take all of that, it would kill me!
I shared my concerns and he told me he knew that. I was confused as to what he wanted to do.
Lamar said that as we were stuck here for a few days, we had time to prepare me for what was to come.
He was going to get out of the shower and set up my bedroom with Jenna's toys she had packed, along with some lingerie for me to wear.
He instructed me to shave what little body hair I had. I was still under his spell and I agreed to what he asked of me.
He got out and returned shortly after, handing me a douche. He told me to google what to do, make sure I was clean, then have another quick rinse in the shower using Jenna's shower products.
I was shocked as everything was happening so quickly, but with this newfound need to please Lamar, I listened to what he asked of me.
I used the douche first and it went surprisingly easily considering it was my first time.
I took my time using Jenna's razors and shaving cream. Even though I didn't have much hair to begin with it felt so nice to be completely smooth. It made my tiny cock twitch with excitement. I went to touch myself and was instantly rock hard. As I was about to begin playing with myself Lamar came back in to leave me a pink robe of Jenna's to wear when I got out.
"No touching!!" Lamar said. "You don't want to blow now and miss out on the fun we could have. I'm gonna be right back but no touching while I'm gone."
I reluctantly let go of myself and listened to his orders.
He returned a couple of minutes later with some stuff behind his back. I was just finishing up and got out of the shower and put on Jenna's robe. He stood behind me and told me to stay still.
"Do you trust me?" Lamar asked
"I... I think I do."
"Ok then, this is gonna be strange but you have to trust me ok?"
"Ok."
"Ok, what?"
"Ok.. Sir."
"That's better"
Lamar put a blindfold over my eyes and instructed me to put my hands behind my back. As I did he put some hand restraints on them. I was confused and a little scared but I was in deep at this point and my little penis was as hard as it could be. All of a sudden I gasp as I feel an ice cold sensation on my dick. Lamar had put my small erection in a glass of ice water. Confused even further I went to ask him what he was doing but he cut me off.
"No questions! Just trust me."
I stood silent as the cold water shrunk my tiny cock to what felt even smaller than it normally is. Then I began to feel Lamar fondling it with something, almost like had put a cock ring on me. Then I felt something covering my embarrassing member before hearing a *click*. Lamar then removed my hand restraints and blindfold. I looked down confused as to what had just happened and was terrified at what I saw. Lamar had put a tiny pink cage over my excuse for a dick and locked it shut!
I started to panic. "What the hell is this? What have you done?"
"Relax, you would never have let me put it on you if you knew what I was doing."
"Of course not, take this off me now please, this is all too much, what am I doing? What have I done?!"
"It's ok, it's ok, It's just a little fun. Jenna picked it up as a joke. I clearly could never fit that over my cock. I almost didn't bring it but was gonna show you guys how funny it was this weekend but then I had a great idea. It's called a micro-chastity cage and with you so willing to do what I've asked so far, I can't afford to have you play with yourself when I'm not looking and lose interest after you cum. This is just a way to help you control yourself. Once we've had our fun I'll give you the keys back I promise, but for now they stay around my neck."
Lamar then added the keys to his chain.
I was still panicking but was also incredibly horny. Kylie and I hadn't had sex for over a week as we'd both been so busy. I hadn't even had time to jerk off since then so I was really backed up.
"So you promise to give it back after we've fooled around?"
"Yes, I promise, baby girl."
The way he said baby girl instantly calmed me and I immediately began to feel my cock strain in its new home.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get used to it. Now put these on and follow me."
He handed me Jenna's slippers and then guided me upstairs to my bedroom.
My room was huge, and oddly feminine.
He had unpacked Jenna's 2 huge suitcases and set out her lingerie for me, there were also several sex toys of different sizes.
"You guys packed all this for the two of you?"
"Jenna and I didn't tell you but we were planning on staying a couple days after you and Kylie left so that we could have some alone time. She actually was gonna use all of this to see if she could try anal again. I didn't have my hopes up though. She's tried to do this before but she always quits before we're even close to giving my cock a go. It would be a shame to waste all of this, so we'll see if we can get you to where she couldn't."
"I guess so haha", I said nervously.
"Perfect, I'll give you some time to get ready. Take as long as you need, sugar."
Lamar left and closed the door behind him. My head was spinning but after a moment, my sexual desires took over again and I started getting dressed.
Lamar had set out a white PVC outfit. There was a sleeveless one piece that had an open crotch and frills on the hips. Next to it were arm length gloves and thigh length high heeled boots. As Jenna was only one shoe size smaller than me, I'd probably be able to squeeze into them even if it was a tight fit. I covered myself in some of Jenna's body lotion. Little did I know it had very small glitter in it and made me glisten like a stripper. I started with the one piece, slipping it on with ease with the help of the lotion. I couldn't zip up the back so I knew I'd need Lamar's help for that. Then, with a little trouble, I slowly managed to get the gloves on. I squeezed into the shoes and the tops of them fit me perfectly. Sitting on the bed I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked so sexy all dressed up.
That is, until I tried to walk. I almost fell flat on my face immediately. I crawled over to the vanity and got my butt into the chair
I blow dried and brushed my hair. It looked so girly after using Jenna's shampoo and conditioner. I put it back in a high pony tail as it seemed to fit the outfit best
Lamar had also set out Jenna's make up too but I hadn't had much experience with it before so I kept it easy. I have naturally soft and clear skin so I didn't need much anyways. I put on some red lipstick and mascara as they seemed easy enough. I finished it off with a touch of blush on my cheeks, applying it the way I'd seen Kylie do so many times before. I was very happy with the results. In this outfit with this make up, I looked like a huge slut and it made my chastity tighten. You'd think I was a woman if it wasn't for the pathetic pink cage between my legs. It really showed how submissive I was becoming.
I took some time to practice walking and when I felt like I was starting to get the hang of it, I took a deep breath and headed for the door.
As soon as I opened it I felt incredibly nervous about what Lamar had in mind. So I just called for him to come back in.
Hearing his footsteps come up the stairs turned my butterflies up to 11.
"Goddamn baby girl!" He exclaimed as he walked into the room. "Give daddy a twirl."
I did as he said, trying to be sexy but also not die of embarrassment.
"Can you zip me up please, sir?"
"Of course."
I turned and he zipped me tight.
"Do you like it?"
"Do I like it, what?"
"Do you like it, sir?"
"That's better, but I think I'll have you call me Daddy from now on ok baby girl."
"Ok... Daddy."
"Now, what was it you had asked me?"
"Do you like it, Daddy?" I must have been bright red and the blush I had put in was only making things worse.
"Yes I do baby, you look amazing," he said before walking over to me, grabbing me by my ass, lifting me up, and giving me a long, passionate kiss.
I had never felt so small and fragile as I did in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and let out a soft moan as his tongue danced with mine. All my fears had washed away again and I was ready to please. The inner slut that had been unlocked in the shower was coming out again.
"Come down stairs, I got the outside heater and fire table going on the deck. Finish up your drink and make us a couple more, then come meet me out there. We're gonna smoke a little weed."
"Yes Daddy, I'll be right there."
Feeling buzzed from the stiff drink we had been enjoyed already, I had my last couple sips and strutted down the stairs with a new found confidence from the mix of the booze and the horniness.
I made the drinks, only a single this time for me, and a triple again for Lamar as I knew he could handle it.
I stepped out onto the beautiful covered deck. It had a picturesque view of the mountains on what seemed like there own private valley, not another house to be seen. I found my new man sitting with a blunt in his hand. He was dressed in a red velvet suit jacket, a slim fit black turtle neck, tight black pants that came just above his ankles and a pair of Italian, red velvet slippers. He finished it off with his gold chain draped low over his chest, clearly showing the keys to my cage and the power he held over me.
He looked insanely hot and seeing the keys around his neck made my now obsolete cock strain in its temporary home.
"Come take a seat baby girl," Lamar said as he tapped on his knee.
I handed him his drink and sat where he instructed. He took a sip from his drink and let out a refreshed sigh.
"Delicious as always, but not as delicious as you."
He set down his drink and pulled me in for another passionate kiss.
Afterwards I reached for the blunt and he moved it away from me.
"This isn't for you baby, this is a man's blunt."
"But I thought you wanted me to smoke with you, Daddy?"
"I do, and I have the perfect joint for a little sissy bitch like you."
I was a little taken back when he called me that, but being buzzed and horny it soon amped up my arousal.
Lamar then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small joint, rolled with a pink rolling paper.
"Here you go slut."
He placed it between my bright red lips before lighting his zippo and bringing it to the joint.
I had smoked before but not too much. I instantly made fool of myself by coughing as it lit.
"That's why silly little virgin sluts get joints like this. You have to start small and work your way up to big thick blunts like mine."
I took a second puff and handled it better this time, but Lamar soon took the joint from me and put it out.
"We can't have you getting too lit. The fun is gonna begin soon. But you do look better with something between your lips, so why don't you get on your knees and make yourself useful."
"Yes, Daddy," I said before climbing off of his lap.
I took another sip of my drink and bent over to place my drink on the table. I felt his hand grope me as I did. I then turned around and slowly lowered myself to my knees. I reached up and unbuckled his belt. I started to salivate at the thought of tasting him again. I undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. There I saw the base of his incredible cock as he wasn't wearing underwear. I reached in and tried to pull it out. He was not even half hard and I still needed two hands to get him free. It was finally staring back at me and I opened my mouth as I leaned in.
"Nah ah ahh, sissy. Did you ask Daddy if you could suck his cock?"
"Please may I suck your cock, Daddy?"
"Well, it doesn't really sound like you want to that much. I can always put it away and we can go to bed."
I can't believe he was going to make me beg, but I was desperate to taste him again. It was so close and I wasn't going to let anything get in the way this.
"Please, Daddy, please may I suck your cock? I really need it, Daddy. Please, let me suck it, Daddy."
"That's more like it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the cold air.
He didn't guide me. He simply watched, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, as I leaned forward and took the thick, soft weight of him into my mouth. The taste was musky and clean, like salt and expensive soap. I let my tongue swirl around the head, feeling him pulse and begin to swell against my lips.
I worked him deeper, using both hands to stroke the base heft of him that I couldn't yet accommodate. My jaw ached almost immediately, a sweet, submissive pain. He let out a satisfied groan, the sound mingling with the crackle of the fire pit.
"Look at you," he said, his fingers tangling in my high ponytail. "Such a pretty little cocksucker. All dressed up and desperate for it."
I moaned around him, the vibration earning a sharper tug on my hair. His hips pushed up slightly, forcing another inch past my gag reflex. Tears sprang to my eyes, but I relaxed my throat, willing myself to take more. Saliva dripped down my chin onto his balls.
"That's it, baby girl. Get it nice and wet for Daddy. You're gonna need it."
His words sent a jolt through the cage, my trapped dick straining uselessly. I focused on the rhythm, on the feeling of him growing impossibly harder and thicker in my throat. I pulled back, gasping for air, a string of spit connecting my lips to his glistening crown.
"Don't stop," he commanded, his voice rough. "You wanted this. Now show me how much."
Sissy eagerly sucks. I dove back down, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head with a frantic energy I didn't know I possessed. The world narrowed to this: the scent of his skin, the heavy taste of pre-cum on my tongue, the sound of his breathing growing ragged. I was a thing of pure function, designed for this single act of worship.
He suddenly gripped my head with both hands, holding me still. "You're gonna swallow every drop," he stated, a finality in his tone. His thrusts became short and brutal, fucking my face with a possessive rhythm. I surrendered completely, letting him use my throat.
His body tightened. A guttural curse ripped from his lips as hot, bitter pulses flooded the back of my mouth. I kept my lips sealed, swallowing obediently as he emptied himself down my throat. He held me there until the last tremor subsided.
When he finally released me, I slumped back on my heels, breathing hard. He tucked himself away, his eyes dark and satisfied.
"Good girl," he said, standing up. He looked down at me, a mess of smeared lipstick and submission on my knees. "Now get inside. It's cold, and we've got work to do on that tight little ass of yours."
The icy air bit through the thin PVC as I followed him inside, my heels clicking a nervous rhythm on the hardwood floor. My throat still burned from his release, a lingering testament to my surrender. The taste of him, salt and bitter, coated my tongue.
He led me not to the living room but to the vast master suite I hadn’t seen yet. It was all dark wood and heavier shadows, dominated by a massive bed draped in black silk. He stopped me at the foot of it.
“On your knees. Hands behind your back,” he said, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.
I obeyed, the position feeling both foreign and frighteningly natural. The cold floor seeped through the fishnet of the stockings I’d found in the suitcase. He produced a roll of sleek black tape from a nightstand drawer. The sound of it tearing was stark in the quiet room.
He bound my wrists together firmly, the tape tight and unyielding. A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it. He paused, lifting my chin with a single finger.
“You safe-worded earlier. You remember it?”
I nodded, the word ‘snowflake’ hovering in my dry throat. He searched my face, his gaze intense.
“Use it if you need to. But you won’t, will you? You want to see how deep this rabbit hole goes.”
It wasn’t a question. He knew. He saw the desperate, terrified want coiled tight in my gut. I shook my head no. He smiled, a slow, predatory thing, and turned to the array of toys he’d laid out.
He selected a bottle of lubricant, the sound of the cap snapping open loud in the silence. My heart hammered against my ribs. I heard him slick his fingers, the wet sound obscene and deliberate.
“You took my tongue so well,” he mused, kneeling behind me. One strong hand settled on my hip, holding me in place. “But that was just an appetizer. This is the main course.”
The first touch of his slicked finger against my entrance made me jerk. He applied steady, impossible pressure. My body resisted, clenching tight, a virgin gate refusing to yield.
“Relax, Brandon. Breathe out.”
I forced a shaky exhalation. His finger breached me, an immediate, burning fullness. I cried out, my head dropping forward. The sensation was less pain than a shocking, profound intrusion. He worked it slowly, in and out, the lubricant making wet, soft sounds.
“There,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Just let it happen.”
A second finger joined the first, and the stretch was immense, a tearing ache that melted into a strange, deep pressure. He scissored them gently, and a bolt of something altogether different—a sharp, unexpected spark of pleasure—shot up my spine. I gasped.
“Ah, found it,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice. He crooked his fingers, pressing insistently against that spot inside me. A helpless moan was torn from my lips, my body arching against my will. The ache in my caged dick was a distant throb compared to this new, internal lightning.
“You see?” he whispered, his lips close to my ear. “This is what you’re for. This is where you feel it.”
He added a third finger. The stretch was brutal, overwhelming. I choked on a sob, tears pricking my eyes. He paused, letting me adjust, his other hand stroking my flank.
“You’re doing so good. Taking it like a perfect little slut. Now, are you ready for Daddy’s cock?”
The question hung in the air, terrifying and electrifying. I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, my face wet, my body trembling with anticipation and fear. He withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and achingly open.
I heard the tear of a foil packet, the rustle of his clothes. Then, the hot, insistent pressure of his crown against me. It was so much bigger than his fingers. The sheer width of him promised impossible violation.
“This might hurt,” he said, not unkindly. “But only for a minute. Then it’s just… paradise.” now we need to make sure you dont change you mind so we are going to need to tie you up a little since we are both adults here over 18 there i was with my shaved ass in the air , my tiny cock locked in a pink cage, and it hit me im about to get fucked
He didn’t wait for another answer. I felt new pressure at my taped wrists, then the rasp of rope being cinched. He looped it around my bound hands and pulled upward, forcing me to arch my back deeper, my face toward the black silk duvet. My shaved ass was completely exposed, vulnerable, offered. The pink cage between my legs felt absurd, a mocking ornament.
“Comfortable?” His voice was a low hum.
I couldn’t speak. My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs. I managed a shaky nod. The rough hemp of the rope bit into my skin, a stark anchor to reality as he moved behind me again. His hands, broad and warm, smoothed over my trembling thighs. I could still back out. It hasnt happened yet. I could still be a man...