Gem traced a finger along the cool metal of the flat chastity cage as she snapped it shut around Tam’s cock, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of affection and command. “There we go, love. Locked up tight just the way you crave. You’ve been begging for this fantasy for months—me loaning you out so my friends can sit on your face and use you like the human toilet you are. Jen’s broken throne means you’re the only option for three whole days. Excited?”
Tam swallowed hard, already feeling the familiar throb of denial. “You know I am, Gem. But the rules stay strict: women only, nothing in my ass, and if the cage comes off it’s pain only—no pussy.”
Gem laughed, low and wicked. “Smart boy. Jen’s picking you up in an hour. Behave, or I’ll extend the loan.”
Jen arrived right on time, her strong frame filling the doorway with an amused smirk. “So this is the famous Tam? Flat cage and everything. Perfect. My ass has been desperate since the plumber said three days. You sure he won’t mind being trunk cargo?”
“Mind? He’ll be dripping with anticipation,” Gem replied, handing over the key. “Rules are on the card. Enjoy.”
The drive was silent but charged. At Jen’s house she hauled the toilet chair and Tam inside, setting everything up in the guest bathroom with efficient strength. “On the floor, naked. Chair locked over that face. Arms and legs wrapped—can’t have you escaping when I need to go.”
Tam obeyed, the seat framing his face perfectly. Jen tested the lock, then lowered herself. “Let’s make sure this works. Open wide, toilet.”
She used him fully, her stream warm and steady while she chatted casually above him. “Good flow. You’re handling it like a champ. My daughter Becky will be thrilled we have a working throne now. She’s been cranky without one.”
Afterward Jen stood, satisfied. “Working perfectly. Time for my shower. You stay right there until I decide otherwise.” She left him locked in place, the bathroom door ajar.
Becky slipped in minutes later, eyes widening at the setup. The 30-year-old with braces on her teeth spotted the key on the counter and grinned. “Mom’s new toy? Let’s see what we’re working with.” She unlocked the cage. Tam’s cock sprang free, hardening instantly under her gaze.
Becky’s face twisted in disappointment. “That’s it? Pathetic little thing. I was hoping to ride a real cock, but rules say pain only if it’s out. Fine. Let’s test those braces.”
She leaned down and bit firmly along the shaft, the metal edges pressing in. Tam gasped, the mix of sting and pleasure making him throb harder. “Fuck—yes,” he panted.
“Horny already? It’s dripping,” Becky taunted, biting again, sharper this time. “Small cocks get teeth, not pussy. Take it.” She repeated the bites, each one sending sparks through him while she stayed in control, her strong hands pinning his hips.
Tam was sweating, panting, completely at her mercy. The pain built until his cock retreated in self-preservation. Becky clicked the cage shut again with a satisfied click. “Back where it belongs. Now earn your keep—lick my wet pussy until I come all over that tongue.”
She straddled the chair, grinding down as Tam obeyed, his tongue working her dripping folds with desperate skill. Becky rode him hard, strong thighs flexing, witty moans mixing with commands. “Faster, toilet. Make me come.” She climaxed with a sharp cry, juices coating his face.
Still catching her breath, she released a long, hot stream into his mouth. “Drink it all. Good boy.”
Becky stood, locking everything back in place. “This arrangement just got interesting.”
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