“It’s - it’s not like that!” I stammer, trying to think on my feet, wracking my brains to try to remember the conversation we’d had. “I’m sure it must have been a glitch in the app!” I manage.

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She smirks. “Oh it’s exactly like that Greg. I understand what’s going on.” She moves closer to me as I look up at her from my seat on the couch. I shiver, gazing longingly at her naked body as she watches my suffering with obvious amusement. “I know you didn’t think I was attractive enough to date when you had your freedom, but now you’ve been HoneyLocked for a couple of weeks you’re prepared to lower your standards, isn’t that right?”

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“N-no!” I stammer, still struggling for an explanation.

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“Take your pants off Greg.” She orders. “We’re going to play a little game. Don’t worry - the rules are simple. All you have to do is treat me like a goddess. I want to feel like the most beautiful and desirable girl in the world Greg.” I nod instinctively, unsure of what she means, but too frightened to refuse.

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“I’m tired of being the ‘ugly friend’ Greg, or ‘the fat friend’, or the homely one who no-one ever asks out.” She says, watching me stand as I struggle out of my jeans. “I’m tired of going on dates with men who will fuck me but never call me back because they’re ashamed to introduce me to their friends.” I nod again, standing in front of her, still wearing my shirt, but naked below the waist except for the bright orange cage. “Come close Greg, I want to see it.” She says, sitting up, spreading her thighs wide as I step forward, my caged cock level with her face.

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I flinch at the unbearable intensity as she reaches out, taking my balls carefully in the palm of my hand, her fingers grasping them gently, pulling slightly, leading me forward as my cock twitches eagerly still painfully swollen and pressing awkwardly against the bars of its cage. “Aww!” She says, laughing at me as she guides me even closer. “Look at how excited it is! It’s leaking Greg - would you like me to deal with that for you?”

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Without waiting for a response, her hand still cradling my swollen testicles, she opens her mouth, taking the hard orange plastic of the device between her lips. The sensation is unbearable as I feel her tongue explore the remorseless gaps between the orange ribs, teasing the purple head of my tortured cock, making it stiffen in the restrictive cage, intensifying the exquisite agony. I hear myself let out a moan of agonized need and frustration, feeling my penis throb as her lips close, sucking gently.

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I look down at her naked body, my muzzled cock in her perfect mouth. The thick cage gives her face a plump look, the idea of hamster cheeks flashing momentarily though my frantic mind. Her eyes meet mine, a look of smug superiority on her gently bulging face as I cry out softly, pain mingling with the frustrated promise of ecstasy, the part of my mind that understands the cruel deception drowned out by the flood of arousal and hormones.

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She makes a loud slurping sound as she pulls away from my agonized cock, leaving me shivering with need as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I gaze longingly down at her, a self-satisfied grin on her face as she looks at me, my body in shock from the intense torment. “Greg?” She says, leaning back on the sofa, spreading her legs wide to expose herself fully to me.

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I stare helplessly at her. “Y-yes?” I manage weakly, my eyes moving from her hairy pussy up to her rounded face.

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“I’m not going to let you cum tonight, but if you want to you can sleep over, and, if you’ve satisfied me, I might let you out for a few minutes in the morning. It’s up to you.”