\**My erotica typically centers around the feminine side of myself, Rory, that I don't get to express as often as I'd like. However, from time to time, and idea pops into my head that I can't shake, involving my masculine, submissive tendencies. This is one of those times, a story I'm quite proud of, and hope you enjoy <3. Also had to be split into two parts, sorry!!**\**

The first week Emily came 15 times. 15 times I watched her and Goddess Zara click that fucking button, watched as my timer rose and fell. Once Saturday came back around, I had more time on my lock than when it began, a fact that I couldn’t help notice put a constant excited little glint in my girlfriend’s eyes.

Each time I made her cum, I felt those orgasms much more than usual, knowing what they cost me. Listening to her whimper in my arms, my hands cupping and circling on her clit, leaning back to moan into my ear. Between her legs in the morning, waking her up as she giggled, legs gripping the sides of my head. Never mind watching her with my Goddess, those smirking eyes pinning me in place as she made Emily cum, seeing the effect of it hitting me hard. 

Tonight I knelt in my spot beside the bed, staring up at Emily being played with. Goddess Zara had teased her poor pussy for the past hour, watching it glisten with excitement, need, hunger. Strapped on her hips was a cock that I was all too familiar with, a cock that had been modeled after my own. Goddess found a twisted humour in using it to pleasure my girlfriend, while mine was safely locked away. The first time she brought it out months ago I nearly went insane, having to lick and wet it in preparation for my girlfriend’s pussy. 

Goddess Zara rested Emily’s head over the bed, staring up at me while she whimpered. I groaned as my cock strained, aching as I saw her slide her cock, my cock, up and down Emily’s pussy. A devious smile spread across Zara’s face, never taking her eyes off her two pets. 

“Tsk tsk. If you weren’t so talented at making her cum, Rory, this could be your cock right now.” I whimpered, the view in front of me almost too much to bear, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes off of the cock slowly rubbing itself on Emily’s needy pussy. Goddess Zara sighed dramatically, continuing her teasing act on my girlfriend. 

“I suppose that I will just have to do your job for you…” Emily squealed in delight as the dildo finally slipped inside of her, hands reaching out behind to grip my cage as she was fucked. I whimpered, her small hands feeling how hot, aching, and desperate seeing her made me, each of her orgasms keeping me in this state. 

“Mistress I cum so much harder now…” Emily said, her voice catching as Goddess Zara’s fucking tore through her body. “Each one feels so-oooh-oooo fucking gooooooo-ahhhh-oood.” Gripping her thighs, Goddess smiled, pushing her cock even deeper as she watched the needy little pet beneath her. 

“I’m so glad, my little slut. Cum for me now, I’m sure Rory won’t mind in the slightest.” A hand went to Emily’s clit, softly rubbing her clit as she was fucked, instantly forcing her body to tense up as she came. After being teased for so long, I wasn’t surprised she was pushed over the edge so easily. I watched as my girlfriend came, greedily succumbing to another orgasm while she gripped and rubbed my cage, feeling what it cost me. 

My eyes danced with fire as I stared at the two women, Goddess Zara smirked seeing the state of me. While she enjoyed when I was submissive, the perfect pet that she had trained me to be, she lived for when my dominance flared up, surging to the surface. I locked eyes with her as she smiled, never stopping those slow, determined thrusts into Emily. She leaned down, kissing her chest and nipples, those eyes never leaving me, forced to watch as she pleasured my girlfriend. 

Over and over Emily came on Goddess Zara’s cock, soon exhausted and fast asleep. Kissing her on the forehead, Goddess moved over to me, her hands resting on my tense shoulders. Freeing my leash, she walked me into the living room, kneeling down on a pillow, forcing me to stare up at her. 

Silently, she watched, watched as I fought the turmoil within myself, having played through this dance many times. No words, just that intense, assertive stare, watching and waiting as I tested the cuffs behind me, my body taut. Yet, even with the emotions I felt surging within me, the inner voice that demanded I rip off this cage, I felt it slowly slip away under the gaze of my Goddess. Patiently she waited, as always, watching as that fire within me began to simmer. 

Finally broken, I let go of the tension I had been holding onto, my entire body sagging, resting against her. Goddess Zara smiled down at me, running a hand through my hair.

“There we go,” she said, gently holding me while I knelt before her. “Feeling better, pet?” 

I nodded. “Yes Goddess. Sorry.” I blushed, always embarrassed after moments like this. But she just shushed me, never stopping her hands. 

“No apologies, my pet. We both know this is what you want.” Goddess Zara placed a finger under my chin, lifting it to stare up at her. “I don’t mind giving you reminders of your place.” I blushed, smiling as I thanked her once more. 

“Besides,” she said, taking out her phone to show me, pressing that cursed button five more times. “This is going to challenge you far more than you’re used to.” I whined, nodding as I felt my cage throbbing instantly, that desperation after a week of denial and teasing starting to flare. Goddess Zara just smiled, pressing me once again against her thighs. 

“I’ll always take care of you, my perfect little pet. Don’t you worry.” Eventually Goddess led me to my little bed on the floor, leaving a gentle kiss on my forehead that helped soothe some of my frustrations, drifting off to sleep knowing I was in good hands. 

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A month into Goddess Zara’s little game, and I was completely broken. I felt my cage constantly, always aching as I went about my day. She bought me boxer-briefs that had a little pouch to place my cage in, constantly snug and on display. Emily lost her mind with delight the first time I put them on, blushing profusely as she squealed, cupping and kissing my caged cock. It terrified me how much she enjoyed this new game, feeling as if she wished for it to go on forever…

Thankfully however, there seemed to be a limit to the amount of times she could cum each week, her poor pussy beginning to get sore, overworked from all the attention. By the end of week three it was the first time my timer was lower than when it began, instilling a slim glimmer of hope within myself that there may be an end to this torment. 

Goddess Zara and Emily continued to find creative ways to chip at my sanity, whimpering at the bedside while I watched them play. Every orgasm of hers now slammed into me, as if I felt each one in my chest, the pulse and ache between my legs almost unbearable in those moments. Goddess smiled at my progression, always happy to remind me what a good pet I was for her, and how much further we had to go. 

Tonight I was strapped to what I fearfully described as Goddess Zara’s Milking Chair. Nothing special, just a solid chair with a high back, a towel placed down for me to sit on, and clips attached all around it to help bind me. When I built it for her, listening to her directions and requests, I was excited at the prospect of being stuck in it. Now, seeing that monstrosity made me shiver. 

Legs spread wide, I pushed against the straps all over my body, moaning against the cloth stuffed in my mouth. Tightly held in place with tape and a pleather hood, both women smiled at the fear dancing in my eyes, Emily routinely sitting on my lap to ‘kiss’ me. She was an adorable little tease, but I glared at her anyway in protest. 

Giggling, she smoothly moved behind me, kissing my hooded cheek as I whimpered, watching intently as Goddess Zara took out the key to my cage. She had unlocked me every few days to clean and shave, so I was no stranger to seeing her hold them, but tonight was different. Tonight, seeing the excitement and eagerness in her eyes, I whined knowing whatever she had planned for me would slowly drive me insane. 

Slowly, never taking her eyes off me, Goddess Zara inserted the key, letting the cage slowly detach from my ring. Before my denied and forgotten cock could react to its freedom, she slid off the ring, forcing a satisfied moan from my hidden lips as I felt my first real, genuine erection in almost a month. Growing and growing, blood rushing from the rest of my body, I rolled my eyes, amazed at how much pleasure I received just from getting hard. 

“Well,” Goddess Zara said, smirking as she saw my evident excitement, “I almost expected it to not work anymore.” Emily giggled behind me, her hands draped over my chest, playing with the straps holding me tight to the chair. Zara looked up to Emily, smiling as she slowly dripped lube over my cock. “Do you miss this desperate thing, my dear?” 

“Mmmmmm, not really Mistress,” Emily said, offering me a teasing kiss on the cheek. “I much prefer seeing it straining against the cage.” I whined, hearing her admit what I already knew. “Besides! I have your cock now, why would I need that thing?” 

“Good point, my pet.” Goddess Zara smirked, listening to me groan as her hands slowly spread lube up and down my cock, fully erect in her gloved hands. “My cock doesn’t need nearly as much maintenance.” I whined, hearing them talk about me in that manner only made everything more difficult, already feeling myself building to release. 

When Goddess first started edging and teasing me like this, we had a system in place. One to five, always keeping her informed at how close I was to cumming. It took a few attempts, and a few ruined orgasms, before we both knew how much I could take. Goddess Zara soon had me in tears strapped to this chair, whimpering over and over “Five Five Five Five Five.”

Certainly not my most…dignified of moments. 

Now however, with hours of practise under her belt, Goddess preferred to mute me, knowing exactly how to read my body, understanding when I’m close, having exact control over my orgasms. For months she hadn’t let me go over the edge even once, terrifyingly talented in my denial. As I thought a month before, on that fateful night the cage went on, she could definitely read my mind. 

I groaned as her hands slid up and down my cock, slowly and with a determination that shook me to the core. I knew, KNEW that I wouldn’t be cumming today. I knew that the joy I felt bubbling inside of me, that gradual approach to the edge of an orgasm I so desperately craved, would not happen. I knew. I knew. 

And yet…

That small part of us, that hope, was exactly what she fed off. That small, desperate part of myself, pleading that she’d have mercy, that she’d make an exception this one time, that she’d fuck up and push me too fast. Every time we played this game Goddess fanned those dwindling embers of hope, and every time I fell for it. 

Goddess Zara smiled, knowing exactly what I was going through, evident and plain as day on my face. She stopped when my cock was fully coated in lube, not quite at the edge of cumming but certainly aware, left with the knowledge of just how desperate I was to feel that month long drought leave my cock. I watched as she slid a sheathe over my balls and cock, both feeling even tighter than before, left on display with nowhere to go. 

“I thought we’d have a little fun today, pet.” I whimpered, knowing that fun would not be mine. “After all, we need to celebrate your longest lock-up with something, now don’t we?” I heard Emily giggle behind me, eagerly watching her Mistress work. My cock twitched in front of me, unable to stand still now half encased as it was, pathetically moving back and forth in front of my Goddess. She smirked, letting it bounce off one of her fingers each time with a smile. 

“So, I thought since you’ve been such a good boy, handing out orgasms to your lovely girlfriend, and in doing so extensions to yourself…” Goddess Zara grinned, staring up at me, her hand enclosing around my cock as she spoke. “I think a nice little treat would be to edge this desperate thing for each wonderful, mind-blowing orgasm your girlfriend has received.” 

My eyes widened in fear, instantly shaking in my binds. Emily squealed behind me. “Oh, I LOVE that idea, Mistress!” 

Goddess Zara smiled, never taking her eyes off me. “And how many times have you cum in the past month, dear? How many times have we pressed that button on my pet’s lock?” I gulped, not wanting to hear this answer. 

“Fifty, Mistress.” 

My heart sank, whimpering into my gag, my poor cock flexing in her hand, unable to help its own excitement. 

“Mmmmmmmm, what a lovely round number, don’t you think pet?” I pleaded with my Goddess, knowing I had never done more than ten edges in this chair for her. But she just smiled, slowly stroking my cock as I whined. Goddess Zara lifted up a marker, wiggling it towards me before hanging it off one of the straps on my chest. 

Slowly, her hand moved up and down as I groaned, feeling that edge approach rapidly. I mouthed the numbers I had been taught through the gag even though she didn’t need them, knowing I’d get in trouble otherwise. Over and over, until I felt as if I’d cum at any moment, feeling that hand fall away as I shook, my cock pulsing away in the open air. 

Goddess Zara laughed along with Emily at my frustration, slowly taking the marker to tally on my chest, bringing tears to my eyes as I knew I wouldn’t be freed until forty-nine more were added. I breathed heavily, watching those eager and excited eyes staring up at me, waiting as I calmed down before moving her hand back into place. 

Each new edge was easier than the last, feeling as if any moment I’d cum then and there, my mind screaming at me for the orgasm I felt I needed. But Goddess Zara controlled my cock, control I willingly gave up so long ago, control I knew I needed. Despite how desperate I was, the surge of emotions churning within me, I let go, falling under her careful dominance. 

Over and over I felt the marker hit my skin, felt myself teetering on the verge of cumming. Yet each time I was pulled back, stopped short, left wanting. Halfway through Goddess gave me a break, carefully pouring water down my throat as I thanked her, my body tingling all over. But back I went into my hood, back into feeling my cock aching, thrusting at the empty air, back to being her little pet. 

By the fiftieth edge, Goddess Zara could barely dare to use even a finger on my cock, so sensitive and ready to burst. Even breathing on it could have set me off, fighting my binds through the last five. Every ounce of dominance or resistance had been melted out of me, left broken in that chair, tears in my eyes as I watched my cock finally begin to subside. 

Carefully, Goddess wiped me down before the cage was replaced on my cock, the ache in my balls feeling more unbearable than I had ever experienced. She pushed off my knees to hug me, whispering in my ear what a good boy I was, before leaving a long, deep kiss on my forehead. 

Taking off my hood, Emily sat in my lap, her ass cushioning against my cage, kissing me over and over while she said how hot that was to watch. I kissed her back, wishing I could hold her, grip her tight in that moment. I got my wish hours later as Goddess left to go back home, after making sure I was okay after such an intense evening. I cuddled with Emily in bed, kissing back and forth, realising how much I loved her. 

I stared at those fifty marks the next morning with pride, knowing how much they had meant. I wanted this, wanted the control that came with being owned by someone like Goddess Zara, earning everything through her. Watching that proud smile spread across her face warmed my heart, even through the tough moments, or the dominant ones. Hearing her call me her good boy was worth everything I had been through. And more. 

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After a month of being caged, adding time wasn’t as daunting as it had been in the past, no longer even looking at the timer on my own. Emily certainly enjoyed showing me the hours added with each orgasm, the notion that they cost me something always making her giddy. But I was just…happy. Happy to serve, to watch, to listen, to be owned. 

The denial was certainly no easier, though. I felt the ache constantly in my balls, every moment it was with me. The slightest touch had me straining immediately, often for hours, or just constantly tormented with the soft, subtle pulse from my cock. As if it never wanted me to forget about what was being done to it, as if I had any say in the matter. 

Each morning I kissed my beautiful girlfriend, offering her my tongue. A few times I made her late for work, which she scolded me for, but I just couldn’t help the excitement on her face, springing up each time she’d cum, body shaking, then adding more time to my lock. 

Her favourite by far though, was being fucked by Goddess Zara, knowing it was my cock she was using to do the fucking. It was as if my cock had literally been stolen, being used right before my eyes. I couldn’t even describe how that made me feel, the fire that it fueled within me, nor the desperation and eagerness that it built up inside of Emily. Emotions that Goddess Zara was more than happy to encourage to grow. 

By the eighth week, my timer was below one day, Emily frantically adding time whenever she could. Leaning against me at night, wiggling around as my fingers danced on her clit. Early morning moaning in bed while my tongue was used as an alarm clock. She even made me watch as she used a vibrator, humping it before my eyes as she came again and again. 

Yet, despite her efforts, a few days into the ninth week, Emily’s poor pussy spent and needing a break, we both knew it would end. Goddess Zara came over that Wednesday, rubbing my balls as I whimpered, constantly saying how proud she was of me, what it took to get this far. I blushed under that comfort and warmth, cuddling against her while she rubbed, pulsing endlessly against the cage. 

Goddess kept me on my knees in the living room, bringing Emily to the bedroom. I assumed she’d come out, adding time at the last second, hearing Emily’s moans fill the apartment. But instead I was blindfolded, crawling behind my Goddess as I rested on all fours before the bed, waiting for what she had planned next. 

“Five minutes left, pet. Close to one hundred orgasms your girlfriend has had in your stead, each one prolonging your denial.” I groaned, listening to her voice, standing up tall at her command. A collar had been placed on my neck, but otherwise I was naked, towering over both the women in my life. Goddess Zara continued, her hands rubbing my balls as I ached, that familiar desperation bubbling up inside of me. 

As if in a dream, I felt the key turn in my lock, freeing my cock outside of being bound for the first time in over two months. Ring removed, left completely free, I groaned as my cock roared to life, so desperate to be used. Sliding her hands up behind me, Goddess slowly removed my blindfold, showing me the scene she had prepared. 

Emily lay on the bed, red ball gag matching her lips. A delicate corset wrapped around her waist, more for show than anything else, but adding such charm to an already adorable body. A similar collar was placed around her neck, along with cuffs for each wrist and ankle. Stockings adorned her small legs, seams perfectly placed down the back, kneeling on the bed as she waited. The fire in her eyes matched my own, all that had led up to this moment. 

Goddess Zara smiled, patting my ass gently as I breathed heavily, trying to contain myself. 

“She’s all yours, my pet. You’ve earned it.” I smiled, moaning as her hands ran up my body, hugging me from behind. 

“Thank you, Goddess. Thank you.” I paused, unable to properly express just how much her control meant to me in this moment. “I-”

“I know, pet. I know.” Goddess Zara gave me a tiny squeeze of appreciation, bringing a blush to my face. “Go claim her. I will be back tomorrow night to put you in your place.” I nodded, that dominant energy I had felt sated by her control and ownership now surging to the surface. The door to the bedroom closed behind her, leaving me alone with my girlfriend. 

The girlfriend that had giggled every time she pressed that fucking button. 

The girlfriend that had eagerly cum on her Mistress’ cock. 

The girlfriend that had so readily teased me in my cage. 

My eyes flared, moving towards Emily with purpose. She whimpered, those beautiful eyes of hers wide and ready, watching as I gripped her throat in one hand. Snarling, I clipped her ankles and wrists together, thrown on the bed, ass high up in the air. Hungrily, I climbed onto the bed, plunging my cock into her pussy exactly how I had dreamed for months, listening to her squeal as it slid effortlessly inside of her. 

I nearly screamed into the air as I fucked her, almost forgetting just how incredible she felt, gripping every part of my cock as I thrusted in and out of her. My hands holding her hips, I fucked that tiny body as hard as I could, listening to her scream into the gag, shaking in her binds. After over two months of denial, teasing, edging, and watching, I lasted all of ten seconds before I came. 

Growling, I gripped her as tight as I could as my cock exploded, cum continuously pouring out of it into her pussy. Jet after jet, pulsing away, I held on for dear life as I came, unable to breathe or think as my cock emptied itself of cum. Each thrust sent shivers through my body, barely able to handle how sensitive I was, yet not daring to take my cock out of the pussy I now controlled.

Finally with my mind clearer, more control being returned, I slowly pulled out of Emily’s pussy. I watched eagerly as it leaked with my cum, more and more falling out each second. Leaving her in the air, I stepped back to admire the view, watching as it dripped onto the bed and down her leg. She whined, shaking her ass at me, knowing she’d need far more than that to cum, yet tonight was not about her. 

I clipped both wrists to her collar, ankles connected to one another, pulling her over my lap. Taking out her gag, I listened to her moan happily, her tiny mouth often struggling keeping it in for too long. Running my hands over her perfect little ass I sighed, dreaming of this moment for so long. 

“You took great joy in Goddess Zara’s little game, didn’t you my love?” Emily giggled, despite the vulnerable position she found herself in. I brought my hand down on her ass three times, listening to the squeals and fidgets that it brought out of her, before returning to rubbing gently. 

“Okay, yes. Like a lot. BUT! It’s not my fault, Rory! Mistre-eek!!” Another few spanks derailed her little rebuttal, watching her ass start to redden. “I wasn’t mean about it!” Smack.

“Oh, really?” I asked, adding a few more spanks to emphasise my point. “And when you came holding my cage?”

“That was one time, OUCH!” Emily squirmed, trying to escape my lap to no avail, stuck in place until I was satisfied. 

“And when you watched her edge me? Saying if I reallllllyyyyyy needed to cum I would?”

“Okay, maybe that was in bad taste. But-eeeeeek!” More spanks on that reddening adorable ass, listening to her protest and squeals. Everything about her was so fucking cute. 

Over and over I kept up our little game, going over every grievance I had from the past two months, taking it out on her ass. By the time I relented, not wanting to push her too far, she whimpered against my chest, a beautiful shade of red now adorning her butt. I stroked her hair, offering many kisses to that forehead, drying tears from her face. 

Hands freed, she snuggled against me, both just basking in the moment. Looking up with those big eyes of hers, she moaned happily as I leaned down to kiss her tenderly, gripping her tightly against me. 

“Did you enjoy it?” The softness in her voice, coated with concern made me smile. 

“I loved it, my love.” I said, soothing out her worries. “There were times when I felt that dominant jealousy, and the bullshit that often comes with masculinity.” I reached down to gently cup the side of her face with my hand. “But Goddess Zara helped me through it, helped show me how happy I was simply being her pet.” 

Emily smiled, kissing me once more. “I’m so glad,” she said, that excitement returning to her eyes, “because I REALLY liked it.” 

I laughed. “You don’t fucking say.” She giggled, energised by our conversation, leaping up into my lap. Grinning, she kissed me deeper, harder, more intensely, her body radiating a need that she wanted fulfilled. I felt my cock grow, hardening with my own eagerness, my eyes rolling as Emily slowly lowered herself onto it, moaning against my lips as it slid all the way inside of her. 

I watched her bounce on my cock, head thrown back as she rode, nipples showing off just how much she needed this. Gripping her hips, I let her work, groaning as she slid up and down, my cock still sensitive from before. After a while I felt that flare of dominance returning, flipping her around as she squeaked, throwing her onto the bed beneath me. Taking one leg above my shoulder, I thrusted into her as she whimpered, my other hand finding her clit. 

“Cum on my fucking cock, you little tease.” Emily stared up, eyes widened with excitement as I thumbed her clit hard, my cock never stopping in fucking her. Breath stolen from her, she soundlessly came, pussy gripping and pulsing around me as she arched her back through the release. I couldn’t take much more, seeing that beautiful sight before me, growling as I tensed up, filling her pussy a second time that night. 

I collapsed on top of her, both not daring to move as we breathed heavily, trying to recover. I moved to kiss her, feeling that tiny body beneath me, still quivering slightly from her orgasm. After a while I lifted myself on shaky arms, admiring the messy state we both were in, laughing together as we kissed. 

Tearing the comforter off, needing to be washed anyway, I fucked Emily once more before I took off her cuffs and collar, soon naked and sweaty in bed. Both exhausted, I crushed my perfect little spoon against me as we drifted off to sleep, wanting to exist in that perfect moment forever. 

The next morning, instead of my tongue, Emily awoke to my cock spreading her pussy lips, moaning hard as I fucked her. My hand gripped her mouth tightly as I thrusted, growling in her ear how fucking good she felt. I lifted her top leg in the air, feeling the moans hitting my palm as she shook, my cock not stopping until I felt her pulse, cumming hard from being used so thoroughly. I didn’t last much longer after that, groaning in her ear as I filled her with cum once more. 

Leaving for work was extremely difficult, especially after showering together. I spent all day thinking about my wonderful partner, every curve on her body, that devious little giggle, how lucky I was to have her. When I returned home I was greeted by the sight of Goddess Zara, sitting casually at the table with a glass of wine, chatting with her sub. I immediately saw the change in Emily as I often did when her Mistress was over, enthralled just as I was with this powerful woman. 

My Goddess smirked at me, that knowing look making me blush, as if she could once more read my mind. 

“Was it a fun night, my pet?” I nodded, continuing to blush. 

“And morning, Goddess.” She laughed, beckoning me to kneel before her with a finger. 

“Such an eager boy, aren’t you?” I laughed along with her, resting my head in her lap, already those soothing fingers running through my hair. Goddess Zara brought my face up, staring into my eyes. 

“Are you ready to earn the right to fuck your girlfriend again, my pet?” She asked, the intensity behind her eyes intoxicating. “Are you ready to be my good boy?” I gulped, feeling my heart beating against my chest. 

“Always, Goddess,” I said, meaning it in every way. “Always.” 

Once more I knelt proudly while Goddess Zara locked up my cock, seeing that cursed timer reset to one week. She had Emily kneel beside me, our hands intertwined before our owner, feeling her warm embrace on each of our cheeks. 

“My two perfect pets. How does one person ever get so lucky?” We both blushed, leaning into that hand, both wanting nothing more than her comforting control. Goddess Zara smirked, standing up before us. 

“Now,” she said, taking both of our hands in hers, “let’s go add some time to that lock, shall we?” 

All that filled the room was Emily’s little giggle.