“Oh fuck.” Ashley’s voice was still quiet, the strain in her body evident as she whispered her pleasure into the air. Below her, Kyle winced. His vision was filled by her and her dripping sex, the soft cave of her womanhood hovering above him. His nose was full of her intoxicating smell.
The taste of her clung to his tongue. Stray drops of her wetness flecked his face like rain. There was no way to be closer without being inside her. But Kyle was not inside her. Kyle never had been inside her, and often, lately, Kyle wondered if he ever would be inside her.
Once it had seemed an insane dream that a girl like Ashley would ever even look at him that way. Perhaps she never would have, if not for that night she caught him jerking off in her room. He had never imagined the cruel delights she would reveal to him, indulging in every sex act under the sun that she could possibly pull off without taking his virginity. Along with superabundant energy, she seemed to possess an incredibly deviant mind behind that pretty, girl next door face. Kyle loved it, and he hated it.
It was Friday, and Kyle was worried. He was hers for the weekend. So far their play time had been limited by the necessity for them both to go to work, and he had been Ashley’s groveling slave in the hours that were left to them outside of full time work schedules. That had been bad enough. But with two full days at her disposal, who knew what depravities she might conjure up? Who knew what demented delights awaited him?
She loved to push him, loved to make him do things he would resist, if he could. The power she had over him seemed to be an incredible rush. There was really only one thing that Kyle could safely say she wouldn’t do this weekend. She wouldn’t be taking his cage off. He wouldn’t be allowed an orgasm. Wit every passing day, his balls grew heavier, backed up with what felt like gallons of unused semen. His arousal was off the charts, a constant horny hum that tortured him every minute of the day. In the mall where he worked, he’d find himself staring hungrily at almost any woman that passed, even ones he would never normally have been attracted to. So great was his need for release that he felt he would fuck almost anyone, if only he could.
As for the genuinely attractive women - he could barely meet their eyes. He wondered if his co-workers were starting to wonder why he kept handing off the good-looking customers to them. Or maybe they were just grateful. Who knows? The point is, Kyle was not up to the task of holding a conversation with a pretty woman. Which made dealing with his beautiful roommate that much more of a challenge.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Ashley growled. The bed frame rocked beneath her, beneath them. Her white-knuckled hands gripped the metal of her headboard as it rocked with her movements. Kyle’s head was driven into the mattress, and he felt almost as though he might suffocate beneath her as she rode his face. What a way to go that would be, Kyle thought to himself. Smothered beneath a hot girl’s pussy and still managing to die a virgin. His nostrils flared as he sucked in pussy-scented air and endured Ashley’s cruel whims.
There wasn’t much else he could do. His wrists were cuffed behind him with metal cuffs, and as he lay on his back with his roommate on top of him, he was effectively immobilized. He couldn’t even cry out. Among the toys Ashley had made him buy during a humiliating ordeal at a nearby sex shop had been this special gag that buckled around his head with a black leather strap.
He had balked when she tired to put the small fake cock in his mouth. Kyle didn’t have even the slightest curiosity about homosexuality. But that, as Ashley had explained as she forced him to take the small dildo in his mouth, was what made it so much fun. For her. Ashley was smart. She had cuffed him first, and that, plus the reminder of her ability to decide if he ever had another orgasm ever again, was enough to get him to open his mouth. The fake cock pressed down on his tongue, and while it didn’t prevent him from making the odd unintelligible moan, it did make it impossible for him to form words.
It was nothing, though, compared to the long, thick black phallus that jutted from the other side of the gag, rising obscenely from Kyle’s face. It was this silicon shaft that Ashley rode up and down on now, treating her helpless slave to an up close and personal view of the realistic head spreading her wet lips as she bounced up and down, her speed increasing as her excitement mounted. It was diabolical, Kyle thought, as his own cock surged in the cage.
It seemed Ashley would fuck just about anything that wasn’t him. This was the third fake cock he’d seen inside her in two days, while his own perfectly good phallus went completely ignored. Ashley had said herself that he was bigger than average, but that fact only excited her more as she kept it under lock and key. In the meantime, she had an abundance of toys to play with.
“Oh God! Oh fuck, yes! Yes!” Ashley’s voice cried shrilly above him, and Kyle watched the lips of her pussy tremble as they spasmed around the cock that projected from his mouth. Helpfully, he held the smaller dildo inside his mouth between his teeth, doing everything he could to keep the big one straight inside her. It wasn’t altruism on his part so much as it was fear, and a desire to help her cum and get this over with. Not that that was any guarantee, Kyle knew. Ashley was capable of multiple orgasms, and she certainly seemed to subscribe to the theory that more is better. Lucky her.
“Oooohhh!” With a long, wailing cry, Ashley came. Hot juices flooded Kyle’s face, her slightly sticky cum clinging to his face. Moisture rolled down the dildo and found its way under the gag to coat his tongue with a fresh flood of her cum, and Kyle swallowed eagerly. In just a few days, he had gone from being nervous and tentative about putting his mouth to someone’s genitals to positively craving the taste of Ashley’s wet sex. It wasn’t something he’d make into, say, an ice cream flavor, Kyle reflected. But the hormonal kick it gave him was undeniable, his cock surging like a trapped balloon against the cage as he drank her in eagerly. A
shley hung her head, her long blonde curls tumbling over her slender shoulders as she clung to the metal headboard, her creamy thighs shivering on either side of Kyle’s trapped head. He felt her shift, and she groaned again as the dildo, shiny with her cum, slipped free of her wet pussy. She flopped onto the bed beside him, her breath coming in gasps that made her breasts rise and fall on her chest. Kyle waited in silence. There was nothing else he could do. She had immobilized him, taken away his power of speech, and essentially reduced him to an object for hr pleasure. Just another sex toy to add to her collection, a thing she used for her own sexual pleasure with no regard for his feelings. Although that wasn’t quite true, Kyle conceded. If he had been incapable of feeling jealousy or humiliation or sexual frustration, none of this would be happening. It was the fact that, unlike any of her other toys, he desired her that made her enjoy using him this way. His heart beat steadily in his chest. Friday night. The weekend had only just begun, and already his cock ached from struggling against the plastic chastity cage.
He had licked her pussy that morning, as he always did. Ashley never used toys in the morning; his tongue was enough for the gentle orgasms she required. Her faithful alarm clock, he took up position between her legs and licked her awake, each and every morning. He was getting better, making her cum more quickly each morning. He had felt some measure of pride at that realization, followed by hot sparks of shame at the pride he felt at being the submissive virgin slave of a beautiful woman. Ashley was training him, and she made no secret of the fact.
He had never licked a pussy until this week, and she intended to make him an expert for the pleasure of herself, and any other women he might end up with. If she allowed it. His cock surged at the thought. So total was her control of him that she could decide when, and if, he was to ever enjoy the sweetness of sex. He was a virgin now, and would remain that way until Ashley decided otherwise. The thought of that caused a dark thrill to bloom in his guts. She was training him, all right. She was training him to enjoy his humiliation, to see sex as inherently degrading and frustrating for him, while being purely pleasurable for her. And it was working. With next to no sexual experience to speak of, Kyle was a blank slate for Ashley to write the dark poetry of her kinks and fetishes on, and she was writing a code in his blood that, cage or not, Kyle suspected he might now never erase. First sexual experiences can be formative; even as a virgin, Kyle knew that. Ashley had devoted the entire week to making sure his first experiences all involved his submission and degradation. And he was learning to like it.
Ashley had sent him off to work after her orgasm, as usual. She insisted he brush his teeth before he attended to her in the morning; that way, she could send him out into the world with the taste of her cum lingering in his mouth and the smell of her pussy on his breath. One more humiliation to add to the pile. The woman was a kind of genius. Work had been a torment, as it always was these days. A hot hell of arousal and frustration, his balls boiling in his pants at the merest glimpse of female flesh, or the memory of some part of Ashley’s divine body that he was simultaneously offered and denied. And yet, the end of the dragging day offered no relief. Only a new session of sexual torment inflicted by his beautiful mistress. Ashley was home by the time Kyle got back to the apartment. She had wasted no time. He had dropped his clothes at the door, as had become customary, and she had taken him by his trembling hand and lead him to her bedroom. There, the brief show of tenderness ended. Cuffed and gagged, he had been handled like a piece of meat as she threw him to the bed and climbed on top of him to pleasure herself.
Now she turned to him, her green eyes glowing, her arousal dimmed by her orgasm but not sated. Kyle’s heart fluttered as he wondered what she had in mind for him next. He didn’t wait long.
She didn’t say a word. In a sudden motion, she was on top of him again. She straddled his stomach, facing his feet this time, and Kyle raised his head with the obscene phallus jutting forward from his face to watch powerlessly as Ashley bent and reached for something beneath the bed.
Her golden curls cascaded down her back as she rose again, the round shape of her firm buttocks swelling out from her narrow waist, and Kyle felt something being fastened around his own waist. Almost immediately, he knew what it was. Ashley hummed happily to herself as she tightened down the straps around his waist and thighs, fixing the strap on in place above Kyle’s all too real, and all too caged, cock. With they toy in place, Ashley dismounted, her wet pussy leaving a slight trail of heat across his tender skin.
Ashley giggled as she sat beside him in the bed.
“Look at you,” she smiled, her green eyes traveling over his body. “You look like some sort of cock monster. Come here.” She reached out, and Kyle’s eyes crossed as he watched her hand wrap around the dildo that rose from his face. She tugged, and Kyle rolled over awkwardly, his bound hands making things difficult as he tried to carry out her wishes. He knew what she was planning. He rolled up onto his knees and shuffled himself into position, climbing over one of her thighs the kneel between her spread legs.
Ashley smiled down at him, lying back on the pillow like some shameless and lascivious queen as Kyle edged forward and pressed the tip of the strap on against her waiting pussy. Ashley groaned, her eyelids fluttering as he slid it easily inside. The dildo in his mouth swayed up and down as he thrust into her, over and over, and soon she was moaning and thrashing in ecstasy once more while he fucked her with an insensate lump of plastic taking the place his own real cock ached for. Ashley was cruel. Ashley was beautiful. Ashley was about to cum, again, and sweat broke out on Kyle’s brow as he employed every bit of energy he had to push her over the same edge she would not allow him to cross.