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Cucking a Bad Boy
Colton sighed as he entered the crowded bar area of his local club, making his way to the counter to get both a drink, and to let the barmaid know that he was there for his appointment. Truth be told, the six-foot-tall, muscular twenty-six-year-old was surprisingly nervous for today. It was not only his first time coming to this club but also the first time he had done anything since leaving his girlfriend - Tara.
That nasty piece of work had almost destroyed the poor man. Colton was a sucker for girls who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to get it. Unfortunately, what started as a fun bedroom activity morphed into something much, much bigger. He found it hard to say no when she wanted a no-clothes policy around the house. He debated piping up and arguing when she took over his bank account to pay the bills. By the time she had started to regulate what he ate, who he hung out with and for how long, and even his bedtime, he knew he had to leave. It still took the guy a few months to muster the courage to call it, and by then, he was a mere shell of who he used to be. Nothing was fun anymore, he had lost a lot of his friend network, and now he felt horrifically alone.
Worse yet, he lost his bedroom high.
That was why he was here. He smiled as he took his plastic cup of coke off the bar counter and followed one of the female workers through the back door of the club, down some stairs, and into one of the soundproofed rooms.
“Well, here we are. The Mistress hasn’t arrived yet, so have a seat. I’ll let her know you’re ready.”
The worker smiled, giving a bit of a bow and turning to leave the room, closing the thick wooden door as she did so, leaving Colton alone. He sighed again as he sat down on the edge of the low metal bed, hearing a slight creak as he did so. Taking a sip of his drink, he ran through his brown hair and scanned the room. It was what he expected; soundproofing walls, mood lighting just waiting to be turned on, bolted-in hooks for chains on the wall, floor, and ceiling, a drain hole in the middle for easy floor cleaning, a leather chair in the corner in case that was needed, and a stripper pole near the drain. From the looks of things, it seems The Mistress brought her own equipment, which caused Colton to mentally gulp ever so slightly. He hadn’t outright been specific on what he wanted, outside of being dominated and feeling good at the end of it.
A few minutes of awkwardness pass, the male finishing his drink and deciding to get one step ahead of the curve and remove his clothing, putting them in a pile near the bed. Just as he was pulling down his black boxers, he heard heavy footsteps outside of the door that could only be heels. He gulped nervously, staring at the door as the steps got closer before the door opened.
The smell of the latex hit him first, the stench both nauseating and arousing at the same moment. He gawked ever so slightly as the nearly six-foot woman stared at him with her stern black hues, sizing him up, a smirk on her face.
“Colton, yes?”
“Yes, Miss!”
The male squeaked out, feeling his stomach get in knots, his small dick jumping ever so slightly in excitement. His eyes were still going over her curvy, yet strong frame. Her hands and half her arm were covered in latex - ditto to her legs and feet, with black high heels on them. Her breasts and chest too had tight, black rubber over them, although they did nothing to hide the size of the mounds. She also had some tight shorts on, which looked surprisingly uncomfortable to wear. In her hand, she had a black briefcase.
“Get those boxers off, you won’t be needing them.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Colton responded again, finishing up what he had been doing in discarding his boxers. As he did, the Dominatrix shifted over to the chair and put her briefcase down, carefully opening it. With every move she made, the rubber on her shifted and squeaked, creasing against her skin, and emitting a fresh aroma into the air.
“Get on your hands and knees over those hooks on the floor. We’re going to be using them this evening.”
The brown-haired male didn’t respond verbally but did obey the command, his heart pounding. He hadn’t experienced other people’s styles, and was slightly taken aback by just how fast she was going - but he had paid for it, and he wasn’t exactly complaining! He decided not to look back as he heard her moving things around and then approached him from behind. It wasn’t an outright shock to feel the rubber grab his legs and pull them wide, cold steel going around his ankles and locking into the hooks on the floor. He breathed heavily, preemptively spreading his arms slightly so she could do the same to his wrists, putting him in a doggy-style position.
“Good boy. You’re used to this, aren’t you? I’m not surprised, given your girlfriend's requests.”
“Huh? Girlfriend? But I-”
Slap!
Colton yelped at the firm backhand across the side of his face, recoiling in his new bondage as a red mark appeared on his cheek.
“Did I say you could speak?!”
“No, but-”
Slap!
“Then don’t speak!”
Colton whined and nodded, his anxiety bubbling inside of him. He didn’t understand, and he had no way of correcting her without risking even more punishment. Sure, he could use the universal safeword, but then that would mean he came all this way and spent not a small amount of his paycheck for nothing. He had to keep going. Perhaps she was saying that as a way to taunt him? Maybe she looked him up online and saw he had recently broken up with Tara. Yes, that had to be it!
While the male tried to calm himself down, the Mistress - happy that her subject had learnt his lesson - continued with her preparation work. Truth be told, she had found it a little strange that she had been hired to subdue him, rather than outright play with him, but money was money and she wasn’t going to complain. Going back into her briefcase, she pulled out more cold metal objects, before returning and crouching to the side of him. She held one of them up to his mouth - a small steel anal plug with a tiny brown ‘tail’ coming out of it.
“Lick it.”
She demanded. Colton whined again, staring at the plug for a few moments, feeling his ass instinctively clench. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and lolled his tongue out, lapping across the cold metal instrument. She moved it away when happy, skirting behind him and rubbing the plug against his pucker, watching it clench up, and then relax. It was then she pushed forward, causing Colton to moan out in a mix of pain and pleasure. His ass put up a good fight, especially as there wasn’t exactly an abundance of lubricant, but it only took a bit more pressure for his sphincter to open and the plug to be swallowed inside.
“There’s a good boy. Wiggle that ass for me.”
She cooed, stroking her gloved fingers against his rump and then giving it a firm slap. Colton yelped again, feeling the tears starting to well in his eyes, as he slowly swayed his hips - and thus his ass - side to side.
“Good. Now let’s get you locked up.”
“Huh?”
Colton instinctively let out, before hanging his head down in shame, expecting a slap that, surprisingly, didn’t come. Instead, he felt the rubber slip across his member, causing him to gasp as more cold metal pressed against his skin. She roughly pulled up his balls, a pained yelp escaping his mouth as the cold steel wrapped around his balls tightly. It felt like his cock was being crushed by how tight the cage was, even mere moments after it had been fastened.
“You’re going red already. I hope you enjoy painful pisses for a week.”
She taunted, slowly pulling away, crossing her arms, and looking over him.
“Well, I think that’s my job done.”
“What? Ugh-”
Colton grunted as he felt the heel drive into his stomach, before pressing against his back as his body ducked in pain.
“You don’t get the whole no talking unless asked thing, do you?”
The Mistress grunted, almost kicking her heel off as she went over to the briefcase once more and took out the final instrument she had brought with her. She carefully stepped back over to the trapped male, balling one hand into his hair and yanking it back with force. Colton yelped, which was exactly what she wanted, for a moment later, Colton found his mouth full with a plastic o-gag shoved inside, a satisfying click echoing a few seconds later as she put in the clip behind his head, making sure that the gag wasn’t going to be able to be loosened or removed without someone else’s help.
“There. Maybe you’ll learn how to stop running your mouth as it dries up. Ah, here she comes.”
As she broke off, Colton could hear more heel steps in the hallway, before the door opened once again. He didn’t need to look back to know who it was, the hairs on his body standing on end as he smelt the perfume-infused latex that he’d been oh so familiar with in the past.
“Oh, look at you. All ready for me, I assume~?”
“He’s all yours. Put my stuff in the briefcase and hand it to the barmaid when you’re done.”
“Of course. And thank you, get a drink on me.”
The heel was removed from his back as the Mistress walked away, not even so much as saying goodbye to the male. When the door shut, leaving the two alone, Colton growled, trying to shout some kind of insult, but his words simply came out as wet, raspy grunts.
“Oh please, no need for the warm reception! If you didn’t run away from me like the worthless mutt you are, I wouldn’t need to resort to this, would I? Now be quiet, and breathe.”
The command confused Colton, as he tried to process the vile venom coming out of her mouth. It confused him even more when she walked up to him, and pressed a tissue against his face. It was only when he huffed and smelt the strong sweet scent that it clocked. But he was powerless as he felt his head go light, his eyes heavy, his vision going black…
“Sweet dreams~”
****
Colton groaned as he woke up. His elbows hurt, so he tried to move his arms. Tried being the key word.
His eyes opened wide, as he tried to look around, but found it incredibly difficult. He was covered head to toe in extremely tight latex, his elbows pinned to the ground in a sleeve that bent his arms up, his knees suffering the same fate, and his feet in the air. Not only that, but his limited vision was even more obscured by some wood around and in front of him, although he couldn’t quite tell what the wood was meant to shape. As his eyes looked around the room, his heart sank. He recognized this room - the rather sleek ottoman bed was a dead giveaway. This was their bedroom - no, Tara’s bedroom. Although the amount of tennis balls and small stuffed animal toys littering the floor did confuse him.
“Oh, you’re awake. Finally, I was getting bored waiting.”
The female voice boomed out, as the curvy female came into view. Even now, Colton felt a flutter in his heart as he stared up at Tara’s red orbs, and the exposed bouncy breasts on her chest. A smirk was plastered over her face, as she wore nothing but latex gloves, high heels, and a pair of laced underwear that Colton had specifically bought her when they first got together. He grumbled, trying - and failing - to move again.
“Oh, what’s wrong? Mutt wants to walk?”
The phrasing caused the male to be confused, but as he moved, he felt something move behind him, and two things above him flop down. He tilted his head as best as he could, and in that moment, caught the sight of the mirror that was just in view. If he hadn’t got the gag in his mouth, his jaw would have dropped. The white fur, the floppy ears… He was bound into a husky suit! Not only that, but now he finally got to see what wooden structure he was inside - a literal dog kennel with his name engraved in the wood slat above. Once again, Colton tried to talk to show his disdain, but if anything, he was playing into Tara’s hands perfectly with the noises he was producing.
“You don’t like the suit? But I can’t have you running away from me again, can I? No, you’re going to remain right where you are and be my little pet. Actually, you don’t even deserve that. I’ve already got a new man who I am sure is going to be much better than you. But until then, how about you help me decide what to wear, hmm?”
Tara giggled as Colton continued to fight the suit, but each attempt was as futile as the last. She kicked a tennis ball in his direction as she turned away and picked up some clothing, Colton was only able to listen as she put on a new outfit, although that gave him time to see even more of her fantasy. She still had pictures of the two of them around the room, which was surprising to him. But as he focused on them, he noticed there was some kind of mark or sticker on them. And after a few moments of proper focus, he was able to tell what the stickers were - husky faces. This bitch had truly planned everything! He let out another growl as Tara waltzed back into his line of sight once more.
“How about this? Do you think I look nice and sexy?”
She asked him, puffing her hips out and raising her arms. The gloves were gone, and now she had a rather gothic-looking set of tight leggings with a ripped design and some small circular hooks down them. Alongside that, her breasts were now half covered in a dark black bra with small fabric plumes coming out of them. Like the panties before, Colton knew exactly why Tara had picked them - for this was his favourite outfit of hers. She posed from one side to the other, before doing a small turn on the spot, letting him see the fat rump she endowed.
Out of nowhere, he groaned in pain, closing his eyes for a moment and breathing heavily. Tara smirked as she stopped turning and bent down in front of him, grabbing his chin and pulling it up so their eyes locked to each other.
“What’s wrong, pup?”
“Fuck you…”
The male managed to mumble, the words were just about able to be made out, mainly due to the inflection. Tara didn’t need to be told why he had groaned, she could see the outline in the tight suit of the cock cage, and the fact his dick was pressed against the bars, throbbing in desperation to get out. It was torture, and it would be a lie if Colton said he didn’t like it deep down. That’s what made the situation that much sweeter for Tara, who let go of his face and smirked, carefully clicking her heels as she went out of view once more to change outfits for the second time.
“Don’t lie to yourself and say you don’t like it. You know full well that you miss my abuse. It’s like a drug to you, isn’t it?”
She commented as she changed, soon returning. This time, she was simply in a black bikini that was a size too small for her, the tight fabric barely hiding anything of her mounds, and pressing teasingly into her folds, inviting someone to simply push them to the side or rip them off. She pirouetted once more, her eyes staring at him with malicious glee. Colton whined, tilting his head down as much as the latex would allow him, the ears flopping down to the side once more in an annoyingly cute manner.
“Oh? Yeah, you’re right. Probably a bit too tight. Don’t want someone to get the wrong idea now, do we? I can’t deal with two bad pups at the same time…”
She sighed, before giggling as she slowly slipped off the clothing in front of him, making sure to do it as seductively as she could. Her eyes were glued to the tenting suit, seeing the small painful throbs of Colton’s dick, his body unable to match his mind in attempting to ignore her actions.
“Say, I should have mentioned. The suit looks great on you! If I had known how adorable you’d be, I would have bought it sooner.”
A smirk crossed her face, one Colton knew all too well. His heart stopped as he waited for whatever trick she was about to pull. Tara stepped closer, crouching back in front of him, causing the male to close his eyes. He expected a slap, or a grab, or something violent. What he got instead was both her hands rubbing over the furry hood in an erratic emotion.
“Who’s a good boy? Are you? Are you a good boy?”
The humiliating dog talk was exhausting to Colton, who wished for it to stop. With how tight the latex was, his head was being crushed and thrown around like a ragdoll, a headache already forming. Inside, his cheeks were blushing with embarrassment, which made the sudden backhand across them even more surprising and painful.
“No. No, you’re not. Good boys don’t leave their owners.”
She spat - literally - at him, as her face turned to a scowl for a few seconds, before returning to the playful, sinister smirk. She stood back up, looking behind the kennel at the clock on the wall.
“Oh, he’ll be here in five minutes! I’ll just go with what I was wearing first, don’t you agree? Of course, you do. Maybe I’ll let you sniff the panties when he takes them off.”
She cooed, turning around and picking up her discarded bikini and going over to put on her latex gloves and gothic panties that Colton had bought back on.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
Tara exclaimed as she suddenly left the room. He could hear her go to the bathroom across the hall but paid no mind to it as he tried to shift around in his bondage again, desperately wanting to loosen or escape from it. No matter what he tried, however, the sleeves were not budging, his arms and legs aching from the awkward position. He also hadn’t realised just how hot and sweaty he was getting - although it wasn’t entirely from the suit alone. A minute later, Tara returned to the room, and in her hands was a dog bowl full of water with Colton’s name engraved in the metal, just like with the kennel. She’d put it down in front of him.
“You can still get your tongue through the hole, right? Then you’ll be able to drink as you watch us.”
She suggested, giggling a bit and giving him another pat on the head as the doorbell rang.
“He’s here. Oh, I can’t wait for you to see how a real man is supposed to act!”
Colton could only grumble as he watched her turn and leave the room. He listened to the muffled voices downstairs as Tara let this new man in, the two laughing as they came up the stairs and into the bedroom.
“So this is the mutt. Feel free to ignore him if you want.”
Tara cooed, the male chuckling and shaking his head in response.
“No, I may as well introduce myself.”
The voice was deep and oddly majestic, and as Colton got his first look at this mysterious man, the reason Tara picked him became crystal clear. Like Colton, the male was tall, muscular, and had brown hair (albeit lighter.) Unlike him, however, this new man had beaming green eyes and a skin tan that was to die for. If Colton wasn’t straight, he probably would have fallen for him with just how handsome he was!
“Hello, buddy! My name’s Tom. Excited to watch a real man fuck your girlfriend?”
He asked, scratching the top of the hood. Colton scowled and growled, both at the patronisation and the fact he said girlfriend.
“Hey! Bad boy, play nice!”
Tara barked, almost shoving the male out of the way to slap Colton across the face. Colton yelped, tears in his eyes at this point as he once again struggled in his suit.
“Sorry about that, he’s not used to the company yet. How about you make yourself comfortable while I work on shutting him up?”
“Sure. Will be interesting to see your work.”
Tom admitted, a devious look in his eyes as he went and sat down on the side of the bed. He wasted no time in stripping down, making sure to keep eye contact with Colton as he did so. First was his shirt which, much like Tara had done earlier, he made sure to pull off as slowly and seductively as possible. He didn’t know - nor care - if Colton swung both ways, this was all about putting on a show and teaching him a lesson, and he was here for it. After letting his defined muscles glint in the light for a few seconds, he moved onto his shorts, dropping them slowly with one hand and rubbing the other against his already tenting boxers. Just from the tent alone, Colton could see his size was much bigger than his own.
(Un)fortunately for the tied-up ‘pet’, he didn’t get to see the grand reveal, as his vision was dominated by the poisonous grin of his ex-girlfriend once more. She held an old, slightly frayed hemp rope that had a knot halfway up to cause a loop, and a leather handle at the top. Colton growled, knowing exactly what she was planning as she bent down and put the loop around his neck, moving the knot to tighten the rope around it. His eyes went wide as he whined, the rope constricting the tight latex even further and almost lightly suffocating him.
“Oh shut up, it’s only a leash. You should be used to that, stupid mutt.”
She scowled as she stepped back, holding the handle and yanking the rope - and thus Colton - forward. The male was powerless to stop her, gagging and gasping as she forcefully choked him out of the kennel and into the middle of the room, his knees and elbows scraping through the suit and giving him carpet burns in the process.
When Tara was happy at how far she had dragged her pet, she stepped forward, so her black panties were pressed against the male’s face. Her spare hand slowly pulled the cloth down, while her other continued to hold the rope up, putting pressure around Colton’s neck.
“Get me wet, will you? It’s the closest you’re going to get to my pussy ever again.”
She snarled, stepping over his trapped shoulder to get a better angle, her lips now grinding against the gag. Colton’s vision was blocked as a result, but the occasional hard tug of the rope around his neck warned him that Tara wouldn’t stop her torment until he either obeyed or passed out. He whined, but when the next tug came, he reluctantly pushed his tongue through the o-gag and stroked it across her folds.
“Good boy. Maybe I’ll buy you a nice bone later on if you continue to be good, hmm?”
The dog jokes caused Tom to laugh as he lounged on the bed, watching while idly stroking his seven-and-a-half-inch uncut dick.
“Aren’t there laws around letting your dog eat you out?”
“Only if you don’t tell..”
Tara responded, slightly flustered at the joke. Before long, moans escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and relaxed, Colton getting stronger and faster with his licks. He hated every second - mainly due to the fact he was enjoying what he was doing. The fact he had an onlooker though caused his cheeks to blush under the suit, his eyes glancing over to what he could see of the onlooking stud. The two’s eyes locked for a moment, before Colton’s dropped, a whine escaping his lips.
Tara occasionally pulled at the rope, forcing Colton to get deeper and faster into the folds. Her juices started to run down the sides, into his mouth, a taste the male couldn’t ever get enough of. The licking reminded him of the good times: the pulling of the rope leash brought him back into reality.
“Good boy…”
She cooed out again, turning her head to face Tom.
“Ready~?
“Hell yeah. I bet he’s made you nice and wet, hasn’t he?”
“Oh yeah. He was always good at licking, weren’t ya mutt?”
Tara muttered, pulling up on the rope again as she unhooked her leg, letting her wet pussy drip down onto the carpet.
“Good boy. Let’s get you back in your kennel.”
Colton barely had time to breathe before he was suffocated again, dragged along the floor painfully back into the wooden kennel. Tara didn’t undo the ‘leash’ either, dropping it on the floor and manhandling the male so he was back to looking directly at the bed with no way of escaping. It was only then he managed to see the size of the bull, his head drooping in shame and a whine escaping him again as his own four-inch cock continued to painfully throb in the cage to the point that it was almost feeling numb with the blood constriction.
Without a second look, Tara turned and headed to the bed, slipping off her high heels but leaving her gloves on. She’d also fully pull down her panties, tossing them to the side as she climbed onto the bed and, as if nothing awkward was happening, wrapped her arms around the waiting male. The two giggled as they hugged, Tara clambering over Tom’s body and leaning down, taking him into a deep, sloppy kiss.
Colton could only watch as the two made out, his eyes dropping every time he caught the two looking over at him to see his reaction. He didn’t understand how anyone could find this pleasurable and not extremely humiliating. Even if he didn’t love Tara anymore, it still felt like a bullet to his heart to see her messing with another man, a pain he didn’t think he’d ever have.
Tom’s hands raised and began to playfully fondle and squeeze Tara’s large breasts, letting them lightly slap against each other and add another noise to the soundscape of wet kisses and muffled moans. It was only a short while later that Tara pulled her left arm back, reaching out to gently grip the large penis and line herself up, slowly backing up to penetrate her wet folds.
“Fuckkk.”
She groaned out, breaking the kiss as she did so.
“Your dick is so good, fucking breed me~”
“My pleasure.”
Tom responded, chuckling and then suddenly turning his head to face Colton.
“Hope you’re watching, pup.”
His arms wrapped around Tara’s shoulders as he began to thrust up into the awaiting snatch, much to Tara’s pleasure. Her shrills of pleasure only got louder and more breathless as Tom picked up the pace. If it wasn’t for how sick Colton felt inside, he’d have admired the technique Tom was using, managing to go deep and fast in lightning speed, the female above him bouncing and arching her back.
“Oh yeah, this is how a REAL man fucks. Holy shit, I’ve never felt so good.”
It was evident Tara was exaggerating, but it didn’t make what she was saying any less effective. Colton was hating every second, twisting and turning in his husky suit to try and free himself again, but with the same result as before. What annoyed him more than what was going on in front of him was the fact his dick was painfully throbbing again as the sound of sex serenaded the room.
“Ugh… Get ready to take my seed…”
“Yes, fill me!”
Tom grunted, his speed increasing again before he let out a low moan. The sound was overshadowed by Tara’s shriek, as the two began to slow down, Colton was able to see a mix of pussy juice and cum drool down the sides of Tom’s dick, thighs, and onto the bed.
“Hah… Fuck… You’re so much better than he was…”
Tom chuckled, giving another teasing glance to Colton, who had his head hung in shame.
“I want to taste it…”
“Woah, hold on. Let me recover for a second. Plus, you don’t want to taste the mess we just made… right?”
Tara, for a moment, didn’t quite get the hint and was about to say something when Tom gave a head gesture in the direction of Colton. It took Tara a moment before letting out a small ‘oh’ as she realised his intention.
“Hell no, only mutts clean dirty dicks.”
“Then it’s a good job we have one who can do that, don’t we?”
Tom responded with a devious chuckle. Colton let out a loud whine and tried to shake his head as the two untangled from each other with a wet plop, and both slid off the bed towards him. Sure, Tara had made him taste his own cum a few times, but that was only because he allowed it! He wasn’t a gay man, he didn’t want to suck another guy’s dick, let alone clean it after it just came in his ex!
Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have a choice. Tom took the lead - literally and metaphorically - and pulled Colton out of the kennel once again. The male gasped and whined, the rope almost cutting through the suit and into his skin with how coarse it was. Those whines were short-lived, however, as Tom - without any hesitation - pushed his messy, slightly flaccid dick inside of the O-ring, and onto Colton’s tongue.
“Be a good boy and clean the superior dick, will ya?”
He asked as if Colton had a choice in the matter. Tears began to flow out of the corner of his eyes as he tasted the salty semen mixed in with Tara’s sweet juices. It was foul to him, his constricted throat spasming and gagging as his tongue flowed across the warm member, pathetically licking off the remnants of the two fucking. The cock throbbing back up to full mast in his mouth, the warmth and feel of the foreskin almost as bad as the cum he was cleaning!
“There’s a good boy. You know your place, don’t you?”
Tom taunted, thrusting his hips slightly to make the situation even worse.
“I just thought of something fun. How about I get his poor cock out of that cage and we can compare the sizes and tastes?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
Tom responded, leaning down and whispering into Colton’s ear.
“Enjoy it, it’s the last blowjob you’re getting.”
He smiled as he leaned back, letting the crying pup clean his dick for a few more seconds before pulling out and looking at Tara.
“How about you get yourself cleaned too?”
“You beat me to it!”
Tara cackled, almost pushing Tom out of the way as her messy pussy lips pressed against the gag once more. Colton let out a weak whine, trying to get some breath back, but being forced to clean her pussy now, tasting more of the foul fluids. At least this time, the sweetness of her juices was stronger than the saltiness… And he wasn’t sucking a dick. His laps were weaker, and his mouth was dry despite all the fluids he was ingesting.
“Put some force into it, mutt!”
Tara snarled, slapping the side of his face and tugging on the rope again. Colton whined and, as instructed, tried to put more force and speed in his laps, but the physical and mental abuse was taking its toll, let alone the amount of water he was losing from the sweat of the latex - the poor guy needed a drink.
“Mind if I uncaged his dick?”
“Be my guest. Remember, I did say he was tiny.”
Colton was unable to see Tom walk around and crouch underneath him, pulling down a zipper that was conveniently sewn into the suit to expose the red, throbbing, caged dick.
“Oh wow, even with all the swelling, he is small, isn’t he? And you enjoyed this?”
“Survived, more like.”
She mumbled, finally pulling away when she was content with his laps, leaving Colton to gasp for air through his gag - even creating some saliva bubbles as a result. Tom began to unclip the cage and let the sore dick free, chuckling to himself as he did so.
“There you go, little buddy. You really made a mess on these bars, didn’t you? And your cock is so red. I bet it’s aching for Tara’s mouth, isn’t it?”
He moved away, sitting beside the trapped male - the two visible in the mirror so Colton could see what was going on. Even from this angle, the size difference of the two was stark, much to their enjoyment.
“I bet you can swallow that whole thing in one go.”
“Oh, I could do that sleeping. Watch this!”
Tara cooed, getting down on her knees and grabbing the sore dick. Instantly, Colton let out loud muffled whines, the pain so severe and his tip oozing pre just from the mere touch of human skin.
“Messy pup. You better not cum in my mouth. I don’t want to taste your crap cum.”
Tara scowled, before sticking to her word and swallowing the entire cock in one go. Colton let out a mix of a whine and a moan, almost trying to buck his hips as she sucked the sensitive dick, more pre oozing out.
“Oh wow, you weren’t lying! Impressive.”
Tara chuckled as she pulled away, giving a small, teasing lick to the throbbing tip.
“I’ve had the unfortunate time to practice. Now, let me taste a real cock.”
Colton couldn’t believe it when she said that, and then moved away to start sucking Tom’s dick. Her mouth had barely been on his own! The least she could do in this torment was give him a proper blowjob, but no. Now he had to watch as they fucked - again - this time through the mirror. With their positioning, it meant Tom could tauntingly stare at Colton more through the glass.
“Ah… God you’re good at this… How do I taste?”
He asked, smirking as she pulled off.
“Fucking godly. So much better than that pathetic pup.”
She responded, before going back to sucking him once more. Tom’s hand lightly wrapped through her hair as he gripped and began to thrust slow and in time with her sucks, managing to get most of his dick inside before she began to let out loud gags - something Colton had never heard before.
“Good girl… Enjoy it…”
Tom groaned, before throwing his head back and letting out another moan of his own. The prior edging and fucking meant he already reached a second orgasm that was, surprisingly, almost as big as the first. Tara groaned too, swallowing some of his seed, before pulling her head back against his hands. While Tom was unsure what she was up to, he released her head, letting her off his spire. Her mouth was puffed up as she released his dick, turned, and crawled to the front of Colton. His eyes went wide, knowing what she was about to do. He tried to protest, shaking his head and letting out weak whimpers, but nothing was going to stop her as she locked lips with his own, and began to snowball Tom’s salty seed into his mouth through the O-gag.
What was even worse, however, was Colton’s cock suddenly spraying cum over the floor.
“Hah, the dirty dog came from that! Pathetic! Are you sure he isn’t some submissive slut?”
Tom taunted, standing and letting some of his cum drip over the suit, onto Colton’s back. With how tight the latex was, he felt the liquid land on him as if the latex wasn’t even there. Tara broke the kiss when she was happy all the seed had been deposited, giggling in the process as she got up.
“Honestly, I don’t know. But did I spot him disobeying my orders and cumming?”
If Colton didn’t have the gag in his mouth, he would have protested about how the order was only to not cum in her mouth, not the floor. But unfortunately, he was at her mercy.
“You did. Made a right mess.”
“Pathetic.”
She crawled back towards Tom again, but reached out and grabbed the cock cage, roughly putting it back on the sore prick, much to the pain of Colton. Once it was back on, she stood up, grabbed the leash and yanked Colton backwards, so his face was above the puddle of cum.
“We’re going out for the evening, so I want this cleaned up by the time we’re back, understand? Don’t make me disown you on the street or get a vet to put you down.”
Tom scoffed at the idea, standing up and casually walking over to grab his clothes.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
“Just down the hall. Use any male products that’s there - they’re no longer needed.”
She responded, getting her own outfit as Tom left, the two now ignoring the crying, trapped man in the middle of the room. Colton could only watch through the mirror as Tara left without another word and heard the familiar click of the deadbolt she had installed on the door to make sure he didn’t escape.
Ten minutes later, he heard the front door open and shut, and Tara’s car drive off, leaving Colton all alone, bound, helpless, and humiliated.