A little more foreplay
When we got to his apartment, Brent stepped inside first, flipping on a light. "Water? Beer?"
"Water’s good."
He grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it, handing it to me as he leaned back against the kitchen island, arms crossed. He looked so comfortable, so in control of his space.
Knowing what he was into, I tilted my head slightly, shifting my weight. "Do you, uh… want me to take anything off?"
Brent smirked, his eyes darkening slightly. "Yeah. Shorts and the tank. Leave the thong." I obeyed, peeling my tank top off first, then pushing down my shorts. The sheer lilac thong stayed on.
Brent stepped forward, close now, and my breath hitched as he slid his hands over my sides, then up to my chest. "There, that's a much better look for you." He walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the spot next to him. "Come. Sit."
I joined him, and he lazily draped his arm around my shoulders, his hand finding its way to cup my pec. His thumb brushed over one nipple, then the other, each pass sending a sharp spark through my body and making me gasp softly.
He pulled me head back my my hair and put his lips on mine with a firm confidence, his tongue teasing mine as his fingers explored the bare skin of my chest. I let out a moan and he briefly smiled before we continued to kiss. I melted into it, the warmth of his body against mine making my head swim. At some point, his hand slid lower, passing between my thoighs to find the plug nestled deep inside me. My breath hitched as a wave of pleasure rolled through me, my hole clenching instinctively around it as a let out another soft moan. Brent grinned, clearly enjoying the way I squirmed.
"You leak like a faucet, princess." The damp spot in the sheer fabric was undeniable. I swallowed hard, my cock involuntarily twitching every few seconds in time with my hole clenching on the massager. Something felt so good about this involuntary rhythm. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. Brent touched the tip of my dick through my thong and pulled away to examine a long string of precum between me and his finger before putting his finger with my precum into my mouth. This—being teased, being toyed with, being made to squirm—was all I really wanted sexually. More than anything, I wanted to be kept in this state, stretched and aching, controlled by someone stronger. My mind drifted, unbidden, to the thought of being in chastity for Brent. I imagined him smirking down at me, checking to see if I was leaking. The idea alone made me pulse again, another drop of precum soaking into my thong. He was so handsome, so completely in control, and I wanted to give myself over to that control entirely.
Brent chuckled, then suddenly pulled me up from the couch, pressing our bodies together. The shift made my breath hitch, my legs unsteady as he guided me to straddle his lap. His hands kneaded my ass, teasing the plug inside me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He smirked at my reaction, his grip tightening before he leaned in, his voice low.
"Guess I should even the playing field, huh?" He lifted his hips slightly and tugged his pants down, leaving him in just his snug boxer briefs. The thick outline of his cock pressed firmly against the fabric, a heavy contrast to my much smaller, leaking bulge. He got up from the couch, and guided me by my shoulders to do the same. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand tugging the thong the other on my one of my nipples. I moaned as he pulled me against him and he pressed his hips forward, letting his thick boxer-briefs bulge press against my much smaller one. I whimpered as my cock twitched through the thong into his heavy and soft bulge. I desperately wanted to feel his dick in my hand.
Brent exhaled slowly, amused. "Fuck, look at that." He rolled his hips slightly, pushing his bulge into mine making the contrast between us even more obvious. "That tiny little thing doesn't stand a chance, does it?"
I swallowed hard, looking down between us. The difference was staggering. His thick, heavy bulge dominated the space between us, while mine, despite twitching every few seconds, barely made a dent in the sheer fabric of my thong. It wasn’t just size—it was power, control, the way he filled out his briefs like he was meant to be in charge. And I... I was meant for this.
My mind raced, imagining the inevitable—the cage, the lock, the way my small cock would be permanently denied, kept under his control. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, my nub twitching desperately against his fat cock, trying to push through the wet, see-through thong like it was seeking something it could never have.
Brent’s fingers teased my nipples again, pulling a helpless moan from my throat. "Yeah," he murmured, smirking. "You get it now, don’t you?"
I swallowed hard, my breath shuddering. "What?" Brent chuckled, rolling his hips against me once more before pulling back enough to look me in the eye. "It means you should be locked." My stomach flipped, heat pooling in my core at the certainty in his voice.
"Am I right, princess? You want this. You want to be locked for me. To give up control, to be kept in a subspace as long as possible, stuck as a horny little sex object... because that’s what really gets you off, isn’t it?"
I exhaled sharply, my body shuddering at how right he was. The constant teasing, the way he handled me, the way he made me feel small and desperate—it was everything I had ever wanted, even if I hadn’t admitted it to myself before. And the truth was, I wasn’t just submitting to this because he wanted it. I wanted it too. Maybe even more than he did.
I nodded slowly, my breath shaky. "Yes… I want it. I want to be locked for you. To serve you. To be shown off so everyone knows I belong to a real man.""
"So sensitive..." He pinched my nipple between his fingers and twisted just slightly. A strangled moan left my throat. I felt a gush of warmth leak into my thong. My face burned. "Oh, you’re really sensitive." He chuckled, his grip tightening. I couldn’t answer. I was too busy biting back another moan, my hips shifting involuntarily toward him. Brent let me squirm for a moment before he stepped away, retrieving something from a drawer. He turned back, dangling it in front of me.
A collar.
My stomach twisted.
"On your knees," he said simply.
I sank to the floor as he fastened it around my neck, the leather snug against my skin. My pulse pounded. He tugged it just enough to make me tilt my chin up and meet his eyes. "Good boy."
Before I could fully process the rush of submission, he reached for something else—a pair of black leather cuffs. He fastened them around my wrists, the snug fit making my breath hitch. I flexed my fingers as he clipped them together briefly, testing their hold, before unhooking them and letting my hands rest freely in my lap. The implication was clear. They could restrain me at any moment, with just a flick of his wrist.
My stomach flipped, my cock twitching uselessly in my soaked thong. The thought of being fully bound, unable to move, made me ache even more.
I nearly whimpered at that.
He guided my head forward until I was nuzzling against the thick bulge in his boxer briefs. I could smell him—his musk, the faint smell of soap. My mouth watered.
"Go on," he murmured.
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Brent leaned back on the couch, legs spread, watching me with that confident smirk. My face was buried in his boxer briefs, his thick cock straining against the fabric. The scent of him was dizzying, my lips parting as I kissed along the outline, worshipping him before he even freed himself.
He moved slowly, teasing me, pulling his cock out from the bottom and side of his briefs. I kissed each inch hungrily as it was slowly revealed—smooth, warm, thick, and veiny. This was the cock I had always wished I had. If I couldn't have it, I could worship it.
Then his cock was fully revealed. I dragged my tongue along the veiny shaft, savoring the weight of it, pressing my lips to the length. Then I pushed down, taking him into my mouth, my throat clenching as I struggled. Brent’s hand came to the back of my head, holding me there, forcing me down until my throat squeezed tight around him. My eyes watered as I gagged, my breath cut off, my body tensing. Just as I thought I couldn’t take it, he pulled me off, letting me gasp for air.
Before I could fully catch my breath, he slapped his cock against my face—first on my cheek, then my lips, then across both. The weight of it shocked me as it thudded into my face. After the first slap, I instinctively stuck out my tongue, desperate to taste him again. Brent smirked approvingly, then guided his dick back into my mouth, pushing deep once more.
"Good boy," he murmured. "You’re taking it better than most."
Somehow, the intensity of the evening, the way he handled me, made me more obedient, more pliant. I took him deeper than I ever had taken a dick before, letting him use my mouth, letting myself be consumed by his pleasure.
He eventually pulled me up, his hands roaming over my body. As I stood there, catching my breath, reached behind my putting his hand on the plug and kissing me deeply then began to apply pressure. The pleasure made me arch my bag and moan as he continued to press harder. Than he pulled me even closer against him and lifted me off the floor just by the plug before dropping me back down. The pressure on my prostate drove me crazy and all i could do was try to catch my breath as I made puppy eyes at him. He suddenly smacked my ass—the sharp sting made me jolt, a small gasp escaping my lips. "Head to the bed slut," he ordered, his voice firm. "Face down."
I obeyed immediately, pressing my face against the mattress, my body already tingling with anticipation. Brent chuckled, clearly enjoying the view of my ass again, his hand stroking his cock.
"Look at you," he mused, bringing his palm down hard on my ass again, the smack sending a sharp jolt through me that made me squirm. I layed on the bed, face down ass up. He was stroking the head of his dick while letting his dick and hand motion hit the base of my plug. I gasped, my face pressing down harder against the bed with my back arched, craving more. He spanked me again, and again, each slap making me whimper, making me more desperate.
His big hands slid up my back, applying just enough weight to push me further into the mattress. I let out another soft moan, feeling trapped beneath him, my body pliant under his touch. His other hand moved lower, gently pulling the thong aside and taking a firm hold on the plug, teasing it, making me shudder in anticipation. He began to pull. I forced myself to stop clenching and the plug slid out with an obscene wet sound, and I gasped, my breath hitching as he immediately switched to thudding his heavy cock repeatedly on my against my hole.
"You want it?" he asked, his voice thick with amusement.
I nodded, face hot against the sheets. "Please."
I could hear him stroking himself, could feel the heat of him pressing against me. There was no hesitation—he pushed inside, stretching me open, making me gasp. My fingers clutched at the bed as he started fucking me. He started slow and deep at first, then harder, rougher. Every thrust sent mounting feeling of pressure and pleasure in my dick and somewhere below my stomach. My whole body on edge, teetering on the brink of cumming even though my cock wasn’t being touched. The pressure, the overwhelming sensation of being used, kept me right there, desperate, aching. I thought to myself how good this felt, how I didn’t even want to cum—I just wanted to feel this forever. I could do nothing but take it, feeling used, filled, completely at his mercy.
When he finished, he didn’t pull away immediately. He stayed inside me for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him before he finally slid out, leaving me aching and exposed.
