#chastity caps

[pussyfreelooser4life]

I will sniff every woman's feet

[footzoned]

[juuseisechs]

i am never finishing this

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Two

FROTTAGE / SEXUAL FRUSTRATION / VIRGINITY

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

Summary: After a conscious decision to stop dating, your friend invites you to fight night where more than one person catches your eye.

Rating: 12A?

Warnings: Mentions of dating/bad relationships, allusions to a non-monogamous relationship, language, drinking, teeny bit of masturbation, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.4k

Notes: When @absurdthirst announced their Kinktober 2023 list, I actually got inspired to start writing and I’m now taking the plunge by posting them online. It’s been a few years since I wrote smut so bear with me. If there is anything spoken in italics, it’s Santiago or Francisco speaking in Spanish, I didn’t want to just Google translate and butcher it. My brain also didn’t do this in numerical order hence why there is no Day 01 though this story seemed more of a fitting start.

I may not complete the entire list so be ready for sporadic updates, enjoy!

(P.S. Hi Moyra!)

The story of how you ended up in an open relationship with four, rather handsome guys was a simple one.

You were lonely and horny but also indecisive.

Your notable chastity came after a series of shitty relationships and dates with men. After being ghosted, catfished and caught up in a quick partnership with a toxic dom, you had pretty much given up on the male species. Except, once a few months had passed, the sexual urge came back, you couldn’t fathom the strength to go out and find people but there is only so much a toy can do.

“A cage fight? What are we going to do at a cage fight?”

“I don’t know,” your friend spoke with a tone that indicated she knew something you didn’t. “But there will be plenty of men.”

You roll your eyes, she was desperate to get you back out there, she also knew you well enough to know fighting your sexual nature was soon going to become a struggle and she couldn’t handle the idea of another crap hook up for you.

“Fine.”

That evening you found yourself outside of town, in front of a sorry looking hanger with your friend waiting for the rest of the group, watching the slim picking choices of men. 

“If I wanted a frat boy, I could have just gone to that one bar.”

Your friend scoffed, “Frat boys are not the only option here.”

They weren’t but they seemed to be the better option. 

Every other man you saw, you wouldn’t touch with a barge pole. Amongst the Frat boys was portly bikers who could barely remain on their bikes, those who you could only describe as rednecks and guys so terrifying, the idea of approaching them didn’t even come to the forefront of your mind.

“How long do you think the girls are going to be?”

“Fashionably late,” she shrugs.

“There’s a strong possibility they’ll miss their guy.”

You have flashbacks to when you went to a concert and they arrived so late, they only made it in time for the main act. The pair of you had sworn never to attend anything with them unless you had your tickets and could make your way to the venue without them. Tonight, you were both a little worried about how they’d be when they turned up and in an event like this, they’d stand out in the crowd.

You hugged your frame, bobbing up and down on the balls of your feet.

“Could we just get them to message when they’re here?”

“We’ll give them another 20 minutes.”

The flurry of people thickened and you stood to one side to allow everyone to pass without having to go around you. You were watching the time pass by on your phone when your friend’s announcement interrupted you.

“They’re here.”

“Thank fuck.”

You raise your head, about to look passed the incoming audience when you caught sight of someone.

He has his head ducked low underneath a baseball cap, his outfit in shades of navy and grey, hands stuffed in tight jeans pockets. Under the brim, his brown eyes flicked up to yours like he knew he was being watched. A smile came to his lips, brightening his five o’clock shadow, the moment between you was brief.

He carried on walking and you kept your eyes in front, swallowing as you felt his gaze still on you.

“Are you ok?” Your friend queried.

“I’m fine.”

The temperature rises in your cheeks.

“Uh-huh.”

In the venue, the group of you squeezed into a middle row on one side of the cage. The rest of the girls had already arrived a little bit ‘squiffy’ as they put it and on the second round of drinks, you’d offered to head to the overcrowded bar.

You had spent the evening rejecting offers from all sort of men, the cheesiest chat up lines plugged to you in every kind of way - ‘when do you get in the ring’, ‘what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this’ etcetera, etcetera. Your mystery man was nowhere to be seen and you think he was just a figment of your imagination.

Pushing your way through the throng, you manage to grab onto the trim of the makeshift bar and haul yourself forward. You lean your weight on your elbows and wait patiently for one of the bar staff to finish serving another drunkard.

“So, what’s a little girl like you doing in a place like this?”

The way they said ‘little girl’ made your skin crawl, even the guy next to you clocked your discomfort.

“Out with friends and would rather be left alone, thank you.”

“Aw, come on, I just want to talk.”

“I’d rather not, I’ve had plenty of men try and talk to me tonight and I told them the exact same thing. Please leave me alone.”

There was movement behind you but you thought it best not to make eye contact. You felt the air pass your shoulder as the guy next to you threw up a hand and caught the other man’s wrist that was inches away from your body.

“Hey, she’s already asked you nicely to leave her alone.”

Oh god, was a fight going to start because of you?

The growing tension had your heart pounding and your knuckles became white as you held your nerve.

“Who are you, her boyfriend?”

“If I was, would it stop you harassing her?”

The man behind you mumbled something incoherently before squirming out of the guy’s grip and staggering away.

“Thank you,” you finally look his way, giving him a smile.

He smiled, giving you a gestured nod, “You’re welcome.”

Even in this light, he had baby blue eyes and delicate freckles along his cheek bones. His upper body was wide, holding it’s own against wave after wave of people coming in to wait along the bar.

“You have some pretty quick reflexes, are you sure you’re not meant to be in that cage?”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“Nah, not my kind of thing. How about you? That look could have knocked him dead.”

“There’d be a lot bodies on the floor if it worked,” you quip. “I’m here as chaperone to the group of forlorn looking girls waiting for their man.”

His smile broaden, digging dimples into his cheeks.

“And who might that be?”

“Benny Miller,” you shrug.

You’ve been invited to watch him fight but actually have no fucking idea what he looks like, the girls have just been swooning about his ridiculous six pack.

“Really? He’s going to be thrilled.”

“You think?”

“I’m his brother, of course I know.”

You cock your head, eyebrows arching, maybe you could understand the fascination with this fighter if his brother is anything to go by.

“Oh god, how many Millers are there?”

His laugh is contagious.

“Only the two of us. If you count brothers in arms, there’s four.”

You should have guessed with those reflexes he was some sort of military.

Just as you’re about to speak, a bar man appears and he allows you to order your round first, five shots should come quickly. Juggling to get a grip of five tiny plastic glasses in two hands, you flash him another smile.

“Thanks…” You falter, “Sorry, I didn’t ask your name.”

“Will.”

You introduce yourself and thank him again before slipping into the stream of people, excusing and apologising to anyone who got in your way.

“You were gone a while,” you friend said inquisitively after taking a shot of sour cherry flavoured liquor.

You hum, “I got harassed at the bar and Benny Miller’s brother stepped in as my knight in shining armour.”

She laughs, checking quickly to see if the other girls heard.

“What is with you tonight? First that guy at the entrance, now the brother.”

“His name is Will and I haven’t seen that other guy since.”

It was nice to know he wasn’t imaginary.

There were a few rounds before Benny’s, the girls squealing and looking away as two guys beat the living daylight out of each other. They shouldn’t have been there, too much blood, too much violence and too much sweat from the crowd washing over them and it wasn’t like they could talk either.

The break came and as the other girls insisted on another drink, you politely excused yourself to breath some cool outside air.

You refused the offer of a cigarette when you stepped out the doors, eyes flitting to see if there was an empty bench or some patch of grass where you could escape the huddle of people congregating. Wandering around, you found yourself at the side entrance of the hanger, a lone person leaning a brick low barring wall.

There couldn’t be any harm sitting with him, he seemed harmless enough.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

The man glanced over, brown curls flicking from under his cap.

“Go ahead.”

You side, jumping to rest your ass before taking a massive swing of water from the fountain you’d discovered on your way out.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke.

“No offence but you don’t seem one for violence.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You look too sweet and innocent,” he shrugged.

You hum, “Who says I’m innocent?”

He laughs, dropping his head before taking a swig of beer, eyes in front of him.

“I apologise.”

“That’s ok, I get what you’re saying, it’s been pretty brutal so far.”

His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, “I’ve seen worse.”

“Well, for the sake of the girls I’m with, I hope Benny Miller don’t get the shit beaten out of him.”

“Don’t worry, he won’t.”

He sounded so sure and that’s when your brain made the connection to what Will said earlier.

“You’re one of his brothers in arms, aren’t you?”

The man leaned back, placing one hand on his thigh, the little target tattoo on his hand stretching. He faced you now with a furrowed brow and parted lips, his eyes dark as you could see his mind working out how you knew.

“I bumped into Will at the bar.”

His expression seemed to soften.

“He told you about me?”

“Not specifically,” you winced, trying not to hurt his feelings. “We just got talking.”

The corners of his lips twitched, “He did mention meeting a pretty girl at the bar.”

You had to look away, your cheeks and chest immediately on fire, a spark that travelled your lower belly, spreading with desire. Will said you were pretty and he just clarified the comment, your friend was right, what is with you tonight?

He was just about to speak until the heavy swing of the door made you jump, he barely moved an inch.

“You better get you ass in here, Benny will lose his shit if you ain’t there to walk him in.”

For a brief moment, you couldn’t see who was attached to the voice but it was smooth.

They step out from behind the door and you saw the edge of a blue bomber jacket and the navy peak of a cap, his soft slopping nose and the five o’clock shadow along his sharp jawline.

Oh no.

It was if he caught something out of the corner of his eye, like he saw his friend and wondered why there was another person sat next to him, who was the other person sat next to him. His one eyebrow was arched, his lip straight until he recognised the face.

“Didn’t I catch your eye earlier?”

“I’m sure it was the other way round,” you remark wittily.

He smiled, nodding, “Agree to disagree.”

“If you say so.”

“Are you going to chat up all my guys tonight?”

He points between you and the other guy.

“I think you’ll find they keep chatting to me.”

He laughs, nodding again.

Both of the men shared a look, understanding each other though no word was exchanged, it was annoying yet somewhat enticing.

You wished you could know what they were thinking.

“Come on, Fish, he’s going on in a couple of minutes.”

He got up from the wall, abandoning the empty cup but he glanced one last time at you.

“Fish?”

“Nickname,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “It’s Frankie to everyone else.”

You tell him your name and he smiles, nodding as he walked away. Frankie pats the other man on the back, stating ‘hermano’ and sauntering away, readjusting his cap before he disappeared into the venue.

Slipping off the wall, you went to say goodbye before he gestured for you to come through the back.

“Thanks.”

The door slammed behind him and he followed you, body unbelievably close, his breath mixing with the heat contained in the hanger.

“So, do I get to know your name?”

Glancing over your shoulder, he still has that soft smile, eyes roaming what was in front of him that caused goosebumps to arrive on your skin.

“No.”

You walked passed rows of lockers and tired wooden benches before he stopped, letting you walk a little further.

“Go to your left and follow the corridor to the double doors.”

You nod, “See you in there?”

His smile grew, “Sure.”

Following his instructions, the corridor felt like it went on for miles, the music muffled through the brickwork, the only sound your shoes squeaking on tiles. You were trying to wrap your head around what was going on, how had you met three guys in one night who all knew each other and seemed, to you anyway, to be caught in your gravitational pull? Or was your friend right, were you just that ridiculously horny after months of your own hand or toys?

You shake your head, taking a deep breath before joining civilisation again.

“They wanted to get closer,” your friend said, rolling her eyes.

“Aren’t we technically in the splash zone now?”

“D’you think they’re bothered?”

She was right, the rest of the girls were far too gone to even worry about being covered in sweat, beer and possibly blood, all you prayed for is none of them got ahead of themselves and flashed the fighter at the worst time.

After Benny’s name got introduced over the speakers and the match started, you finally saw the other three from the group, distorted opposite by the wire hexagons that followed the cage. Even they were sensible enough to sit several rows back, they cheered and backed Benny the whole way through and when the opportunity arose, fleetingly looked to you.

A heat washed over your body.

“They said this is the way!”

The girls were giggling, tottering up the corridor as fast as they could in heels. You and your other friend held back, mostly to ensure you weren’t connected to the fangirls who were trying to find a battered and bruised man.

You pretended you didn’t know where the locker room was though you were there moments earlier, you couldn’t face the queries from your friend.

“He’ll be in here,” a friend beckons everyone over.

“And I’m out,” you hold your hands up. “I’m not sneaking into the boys locker room.”

“Really? I thought you’d quite like a photographic memory for tonight.”

You shake you head, “I have the internet for that.”

She laughs, nudging your hip.

“I’m just going to see how this all plays out.”

“Sure.”

She pushes you away and you stagger to an empty space on the wall, leaning against it and allowing the cold to spread across you back. Tipping your head back, you close your eyes, taking a breath.

“Don’t want to join your friends.”

A familiar voice breaks the silence.

“Do you always hang round in the shadows?”

He scoffs, “No.”

“I’d rather not be associated with,” you wave a hand. “Their actions.”

He moves to the wall opposite you, copying your stance, his smile curling as he can hear the chaos in the distance.

“You know it’s a shame,” he looked at you through the corner of his eyes. “He would have liked to have met you.”

You scowl, tilting your head.

“You’ve been talking about me?”

“Will and Fish are quite enamoured with you.”

“And you?”

Your heart was pounding, the blood rushing to your head. You were nervous to hear his answer, tongue sweeping over your dry lips and all he could do was smile, breaking eye contact.

“I don’t think you could handle me.”

You hum, “I like a challenge.”

He pursed his lips, cocking his head to one side.

“You look too sweet for me, honey.”

The way he said ‘honey’ was intoxicating, smooth with a hint of his Spanish pronunciation, it made your heart flutter. You push yourself off the wall and take a few steps over to him, folding your arms across your chest, standing tall.

You look him up and down, your expression scrunching, you’d seen someone like him before not exactly like him but they all appear the same.

“Maybe that’s just what you need… A good girl who’ll do as she’s told.”

He turned to face you, eyes almost black and you swallowed. His smile crocked into a smirk, he noticed the falter in your otherwise firm stance. Moving his body close, he leaned forward, hands placed to his hips. He brought his lips to the shell of your ear.

“Then give me your phone.”

You do as you’re told, unlocking the screen as you hand it over.

Taking it in one hand, he gives you space and taps away before giving it back. You check the details on the phone.

Santiago Garcia is a new contact.

“Give us a message if you need anything.”

You blinked at the screen then up at him, his face had softened.

“I’ll hold you to that, Santiago.”

He winked and walked away, out of your vision, he shooed the girls away.

—

“So, did ask her?”

The guys had driven to a late night diner after the match, part of Benny’s post match routine was stuffing his face with a load of carbs.

“Not quite,” Santiago took a bite of a fry. “I gave her my number.”

Benny practically made a raspberry noise like a child.

Santiago shook his head, throwing his hands up, “The balls in her court.”

“You should have just asked her.”

Frankie took a swig of his coffee, “This isn’t the kind of thing you just walk up and ask, she would have run a fucking mile.”

Benny pointed with his fork, “This is why I should have done it.”

Frankie burst into laughter, Santiago and Will shaking their heads, he has no fucking idea.

“What?”

“There’s no way she would have taken the offer from you,” Will was trying to contain his laughter, cheeks turning a faint hue of pink. “I trust Pope, the balls in her court now.”

Benny ladled the last of his food onto his fork, “Do you think she’ll bite?”

Santiago was praying to every god that you did even though he was far from religious. This is the first time back since he felt anything, it was unusual that he found himself vying for attention with the other boys.

This was new territory for him and he’s done a lot of shit.

He thinks back to the conversation with you, he didn’t expect what came out of your mouth and it was like the lure of a siren to a sailor. It’s why he reconsidered you as an option. Sure, you cracked a little when he got close yet who wouldn’t and that’s when he guessed you may have seen it before.

His fingers have been twitching to check his phone all night.

“You’re guess is as good as mine.”

And you were laying in bed contemplating whether it was too early to message him.

After the fight, you thought you’d just go home and crash, you thought wrong.

Stripping off, you decided to take a shower to get rid of the grime from the night. You had an idea you were wet, you just didn’t realise how much your arousal had pooled. There was so many factors you could blame - several matches where two sweaty, semi dressed men were in close proximity to each other, three men’s eyes watching you and your eyes met, Santiago centimetres from your face.

The water fell soothing down your skin and you settled two fingers against your clit, rubbing gently. Closing your eyes, you pictured the fine details, the blonde of Will’s hair, the wideness of Frankie’s hand, the musk of Santiago’s aftershave.

You dragged your fingers along your folds, gasping as you sunk them into your burning cunt.

It was embarrassing how quickly you came to the thought of them, you hands reaching for the cool tiles of your bathroom as your legs threatened to give way. Your breath was shaking, your body vibrating as the warmth travelled up your spine.

“Fuck.”

A message popped up on your phone from your friend, hoping that you had a good night, the winking face emoji a hint to the boys. Messaging now seemed desperate, your teeth grazed you lip.

Rolling over, you prayed that sleep would take you.

You decided against messaging Santiago in the morning, you were groggy and unmotivated with suggestions of a possible meet up would fall on deaf ears. It was in the afternoon, after some good food and a walk in the fresh air that you felt ready.

‘And when you say anything, what did you have in mind?’

That was the question that lead you to the bar tonight.

As it was a dive bar, or so you and your friends believed, you didn’t wear anything fancy however it didn’t mean you under dressed. You wore a dress that accentuated the curves of your body, hiding it with an oversized jacket and trainers. Taking a breath, you pushed through the doors, the vision of Santiago stood at the bar ordering.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

“I’m fashionably late,” you retort, taking a note out of your friends’ books.

He laughed, “What are you drinking?”

He bought you a drink and you went to join the boys at the table, finally being introduced to Benny.

“I was kind of insulted you didn’t want to meet me but I’ll forgive you.”

The five of you talked about everything and anything, you learned that Frankie was a pilot, Santiago chased cartels for years after being in the military because he couldn’t stand still and the Miller brothers spent their youth on a family farm. After food and another round, Benny decided that it was the perfect time to get the conversation rolling on to why you were here.

“Are we gonna do this or not?”

He was straight to the point.

“Christ, Benny,” Will could have kicked him under the table. “Always thinking with that dick of yours.”

You guessed the implication would be something sexual, you got that from Santiago last night but his text gave you nothing, actually the whole evening gave you nothing. It was just nice to be in the company of four very different yet very attractive men who hadn’t push any boundaries.

Frankie lifted his cap and ran his fingers through brown curls, his focus pulling to Santiago.

“You want to start? You’re better with words.”

It’s also more his kind of thing, is what he left out, but it wasn’t easy.

Your eyes flicked to every man around the table. Frankie couldn’t make eye contact, Benny glanced between you and Santiago while Will seemed to be the calmest of the lot.

“We got talking yesterday about a girl we saw at the fight and it turns out we were talking about the same one. Now, the guys haven’t really done this before, I’ve shared before but not quite like this —“

“Wait, did you just say shared?”

It was alarmingly hot all of the sudden.

“Yes, I did,” he rubbed the scar along his neck.

Frankie chuckled to himself, “I guess there is no easy way of saying it.”

Santiago could see your mind working overtime, the knot in your brows tightening. Your lips opened before you stopped and thought over your words again.

“Do you guys want a five way?”

You wouldn’t complain if they did.

Benny and Santiago’s brows seemingly raised.

“Not quite, sweetheart,” Will lowered his tone, closing in on you so his frame blocked the rest of the bar from your vision. “We’re thinking more, we share you out evenly, four ways.”

You blink, tongue running over your dry lips, just the thought alone had settled between your thighs.

“So, a different guy every night?”

“If you want,” Benny chimed in.

Santiago shrugged, “I was thinking more of a weekly schedule.”

That would make sense.

Your mind was processing the concept, it could be good, yet it could also be bad, catastrophically bad. That’s what happened with that dom, they made all these promises, that they’d buy you all these rewards and gifts if you did what they wanted, they never came. They had you running round in circles, doing a load of shit you thought you wanted to do when in actuality, you didn’t. They manipulated you until you finally said no and then they gaslighted you into thinking it was all your fault when it never was.

Could these guys do that too?

“What are you thinking, querida?” Frankie broke through the silence.

“Just the string of bad relationships that came before this,” you take a swig of your drink, catching his puppy dog eyes. “Not that I’m saying this is a bad idea, it’s just…”

You chose your words carefully.

“I’d need to see the terms and conditions.”

He nodded, “That’s fair.”

“I’ll get the papers to you in the morning,” Santiago joked.

“I better not see any spelling mistakes or the deal’s off.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, Will’s my copywriter.”

You tried to keep the upper hand but you broke, the smile cracking on your lips.

“Sooo, is that a yes?”

Benny’s eyes were darting from person to person, this conversation was too cryptic for him, he wanted a firm answer.

“It’s a maybe.”

He pouted, nodding, “I’m taking that as a positive, celebratory shots on me.”

The rest of the boys groaned as he slipped out of the booth towards the bar, Will apologising for his brother’s enthusiasm given the fact you didn’t give a solid ‘yes’. You thought you’d pretty much ruled men out and then suddenly the universe had gifted you four of them.

Maybe this was the end of that dry spell, the possibility of your sexual awakening and more and honestly, you didn’t mind at all.

[pancakeke]

power cord caps are like chastity devices for electronics

[kc5rings]

If you're doing the sticker prompts I rolled 1 for Nian

I more intended it as a game for folks who want a prompt for themselves for art or fic, but luck is on your side because I happened to be thinking about Nian already this morning after seeing some metal gear that made me insane

(Not taking any other prompts at the moment but the game is here if anyone wants to use it for themselves)

Under the cut: Chastity, heat reference, improper use of medical equipment, improper definitions of medical equipment, Nian Gets Trolled.png

“I should have figured when Hibiscus messaged me to come drag you out of medical that it would be something ridiculous like this.”

Nian crossed her arms, grinning and unrepentant, as ever immune to Lava’s scathing reprimands.

“All I’m saying, is you’d think an open minded medical facility like Rhodes Island would be a little more receptive to a holistic, non medication approach to a very common medical concern for many of its op-“

Lava cut into Nian’s speech before she wound herself up into full pitch mode, leaning heavily on her cane with one hand while gesturing vaguely at what Nian was wearing.

“Is that what we’re calling….. all this then?”

Far from being deterred Nian’s grin only widened as she did a little turn to make sure Lava got a good look, which she happily did, taking a moment to appreciate forge hewn muscle before sighing and taking in Nian’s “outfit”

Her regular clothing had been discarded the moment Lava had shut the door to her quarters, Nian having been in a hurry to show off her latest project. Across her chest was a tight band of steel, with a cup covering the entirety of each breast. Continuing down from there revealed a steel waist corset cinched reasonably tight, though Lava couldn’t begin to imagine how that was accomplished with metal.

Finally, there was the belt.

Just a bit below the edge of the corset sat the waist band of what could only be described as what it was, a chastity belt. Perfectly shaped to fit the lines of Nian’s body, with a ring in the waistband to settle at the thick base of Nian’s tail, a sturdy, contoured, front shield and capped off by a pair of wide metal bands on her thighs. As with the rest of the ensemble it was all secured with ornate locks and polished to a near mirror shine.

Lava pinched the bridge of her nose

“Nian, this is obviously fetishwe-“

“Medical aids, Lil Lava, please”

“Not calling it that.”

Despite her curt tone Lava knew this was a losing battle, once Nian had a concept she wanted to talk about she refused to let it go until someone heard her out and that someone was usually Lava

“Fine. I’ll bite.”

“Promise?”

“Just make your pitch Nian. How is any of this possibly medical?”

Lava could swear she saw a literal flame in Nian’s eye for a moment before Nian gave her an overly dramatic bow, setting the many locks adorning her accessories jingling

“It’d be my pleasure. Ya see I’ve done my research and found that a sizable number of Terran species experience heat, now heat is the common term for-“

“I know what heat is Nian, you know I do.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll skip ahead.”

Nian made a placating gesture and rolled on with her pitch, pointing to each relevant piece of gear as she went

“The cups on the top prevent contact with sensitive nipples even during rigorous activity or while laden with equipment, the front shield prevents contact that might worsen symptoms and splits at the back for comfort, the bands on the thighs and tail help keep everything in place and secure. Obviously it’s all padded, every measure had been taken to ensure both comfort and hygiene during long term wear while-“

“And the corset? What “medical” benefit is that providing”

Nian flashed her teeth again, despite her protests Lava was an excellent “yes and” partner when she felt like it, and now Nian had gotten her to play.

“Well you see.” Nian drew herself up to her full height, head and shoulders over Lava to the point she almost loomed.

“They are great for your posture.”

Lava rolled her eyes, sure that Nian was familiar enough with the movement that she’d recognize it even with Lava wearing her visor

“Right. Well putting aside the frankly astounding number of ethical problems with all of that, it still wouldn’t work here at Rhodes.”

Nian tilted her head, curious.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

It was Lava’s turn to grin, she knew she was playing Nian’s game now, no helping that. But they’d been at this for years and Lava had gotten very good at playing.

“Haven’t you ever seen the combat logs of some of our operators once they get riled up in a fight? That pretty belt of yours wouldn’t last a second against someone like operator Horn in heat, no chance in hell”

“Lil Lava you wound me! In my pride as an artisan no less.” Using her tail Nian fished something out of her pile of discarded clothes and with a flick, sent something through the air at Lava. “Catch.”

Lava snatched the object with one hand before taking a moment to look it over. “Key” would be an accurate description but a very reductive one, the body of the key was cylindrical, with the teeth numbering in the dozens all around its circumference. Stranger though, was the fact that as Lava stared at the key it’s teeth became less defined and fuzzy, seeming to almost move.

“Give me fifty years and I *might* be able to produce that same exact key from memory, anybody who’s not me though? No chance.” Only Nian could make admitting she couldn’t do something in less than fifty years sound like a boast. “And that’s not all.”

Nian lifted one clawed finger up for Lava to see, the tip glowing forge hot after a moments concentration, and reached down to drag it up the front shield of the belt. Lava winced at the terrible screech and sparks the contact made, but when Nian finished her little display the belt hadn’t even lost its shine. “I built this piece as sturdy as I can make something, trust me when I say that without that exact key it’s not going anywhere.”

“….. Ok I’ll admit it, that’s pretty impressive.” Lava had seen Nian shape ingots by hand and shear chunks off of them with those same claws, that belt really was something else.

Lava pocketed the key.

From the same pocket she’d stored the key in Lava produced a small injection gun, with casual ease she reached out and pressed it against the exposed skin of Nian’s hip, right in the gap between the bottom of the corset and the top of the belt and pulled the trigger.

Nian, for her part, made no move to stop Lava and barely reacted to the injection. Lava had the basic medical training afforded to all higher level Rhodes Island operators and had long since become adept in administering her own meds so Nian hardly felt a thing.

Aside from a sudden burning curiosity.

“What was-“

“Highly concentrated heat inducer.” Lava let the now empty injector clatter onto a nearby table. “Gavial slipped it to me when I was coming to get you, mentioned something about how she owed you a prize after handing her a string of losses and that because you never had a proper physical she had to take a “Gavial Guess” at the dosage.”

Lava took advantage of a rare moment of stunned Nian silence to close the gap between them. “You’re so sure this stuff is a good answer to heat? Fine, but you’re doing the testing. Be sure to record your findings while I’m gone.”

Lava allowed herself a smile only after turning away from Nian’s dumbfounded expression, trying to process what had just happened. Only the last word of “gone” snapped her out of it. “Wait, what do mean by “gone” Lil Lava?”

Lava tossed a hand up in farewell as she headed out the door. “Oh didn’t I mention? I’m leading an away mission of new recruits later today, shouldn’t be gone more than three weeks, probably.”

With that, Lava turned down the hallway, the staccato rhythm of her cane on metal flooring slowly growing distant. Leaving Nian reeling.

“Ok Lil Lava I get it, you got me fare and square this time, you can come back now!” The only answer Nian received was a sudden involuntary muscle clench, a spike in temperature and sweat slowly beading on her brow.

“L-Lava?!”

[admistedenslush]

The Silent Sister - Aegon Targaryen/Reader - Chapter One

Summary: Cast away in disgrace, your family dispatches you to King's Landing, condemned to join the female clergy of the Faith of the Seven.

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In the dead of night you were still awake, haunted by your dreams you couldn’t bare to fall asleep. Your skin is inflamed red by your constant itching caused by the cloth of your garments. In your grim welcoming in King’s Landing, the head of the division, an elderly crow of a woman, told you to rid yourself of your pretty silks.

“The frocks shall not be pleasant nor beautiful, girl. You shall not be comfortable in your own flesh. Nothing is pleasant about serving the stranger. You shall take your oath of chastity and silence, and then death shall be your companion.”

With a hazy smile, you thought about your first encounter with the woman.

Upon your arrival, you had the initial apprehension that the first thing you would face would be the severing of your tongue. However, much to your relief, it turns out that this notion was an unfounded rumor. As you reminisce, you realize that quite some time has passed since that moment in question. It feels like a distant memory, locked away in the annals of your mind, reminding you of how much has changed since then. Your hand slipped into your wool cap and you stroked your hair.

They cut a full mop of hair to sit above your shoulders.

“Long tresses are a privilege for ladies and princesses,” you whisper to yourself to calm your nerves.

Almost falling asleep, you hear isolated footsteps accompanied by occasional giggles. With your heart pounding, you get up immediately. When was the last time you heard the sound of joy? Surely, it couldn't be one of your fellow sisters because as you look around, everyone is still fast asleep. Slowly, you got up, not thinking of putting on your respectful clothes. In the depths of the Sept, your eyes scanned the area, seeking the origin of the commotion. A disheveled man stood before you, his hood partially concealing his features. Even in the dimness, his renowned glossy silver hair caught your attention. As you gazed upward, your heart skipped a beat. It was unmistakably a prince; though momentarily uncertain which one, both his eyes indicated he must be the elder brother. With each step he took towards you, you felt an overwhelming urge to cry out. His unsteady footsteps revealed his inebriated state, his presence looming right before me.

“Who are you?” he boisterously proclaimed with a swollen chest and held breath. Horror filled your expression, but he exhaled with a jovial laugh. Like a playful child, he covered his eyes with his hands, peeking at me between his fingers, and gleefully announced, "I'm Aegon.”

Following a tense pause, he pouted and reiterated, “Aegon, the second to bear the name,” punctuating his statement with a giggle. You bowed respectfully, attempting to adjust your hair beneath your cap.

“You are quite lovely,” he remarked, swatting your cap away. With a surprising force, he shoved you against the cool stone wall, causing a sharp ache in your back. Aegon scrutinized your attire, his eyes nearly bulging out of his skull.

“You can't be,” he declared incredulously. Aegon's eyes glistened with a hungry desire as he whispered, “You're a Silent Sister, Gods.” His smile resembled that of a mischievous child who yearned to indulge in forbidden actions. With a sly grin, he extended two fingers towards your lips, opening them and swirling his digits within your mouth. Shocked and taken aback, you found yourself paralyzed, unsure of how to react to this unusual intrusion. A realization hit you, and without thinking, you instinctively bit down on his finger. Aegon let out a groan, his expression shifting from curiosity to mild pain. The prince asserted his dominance once again, pushing you backward with determination.

“It's not as if you can say no, even if you wish to. But deep down, I know you do,” he sneered. In response, you fought back, slapping him across the face. The color in his cheeks deepened, turning rosy. With his signature pout, he looked up at you, his eyes filled with both frustration and annoyance.

Straining your voice, you declared, “You can't always have everything you desire.”

“She speaks, You may have broken one oath, but what about the other?” Aegon retorted.

A blush warmed your face as you picked up your cap, attempting to tidy it up.

“My father once taught me that if you lie down with dogs, you are sure to catch their fleas,” you revealed.

Aegon couldn't help but burst into laughter, collapsing to the floor in amusement. Feeling a sense of urgency, you retreated to the safety of your shared chamber.

[arcane-apathy]

~Protective~

The Prize of War Masterlist 

AN: A little while ago I had someone mention in an ask that they’d love to see something from Kurakh’s perspective. I originally brushed it off, but I got a rush of inspiration to write a short piece. And because this month is so busy for me, I’ve barely had time to make any progress on upcoming chapters. Hopefully this will tide y’all over until I can actually update. While today may be my birthday, this is my little present to y’all. Thank y’all for your support, and I hope you’ll enjoy! 

Warning(s): Swearing, Suggestive Language, Angry Kurakh (he deserves his own warning)

 A week has passed since the first snow. And whilst beautiful, the cold was a shock to many in the horde. It was becoming more of a struggle to leave the warmth of the furs in the morning. Kurakh didn't know how Odmili did it with ease each morning. Their usual rolls have switched, with her getting up first to put wood into the fireplace before getting ready for the day. Her routine never changed. Starting with her boots, then brushing the knots from her hair before braiding it and hiding it beneath the cap. 

  Kurakh hated that cap. While it had its purpose, it hid the maid’s best feature. Much like her entire outfit. Designed to hide the personality of the wearer, to diminish their importance despite the skills they possess. The sleeves are long, neckline high, hemline to the ankles, and baggy. Everything she wore was rough to the touch. Purely utilitarian. And she deserved better, even if she thought she didn’t. But despite the habit’s best efforts, Kurakh couldn’t ignore the maid’s beauty. To the point that he struggled with daily tasks. 

  “You’re not even cutting any wood, you’re just staring,” Eteos grumbles beside him. 

  “Sorry, just got distracted,” he turns away from her just as she looks at him. Schelura laughed alongside her as they got water from the well across the camp. 

  “Tends to be happening more and more buddy,” the centaur smirks as he splits another log. “When’s the wedding?” 

  “Be quiet,” he huffs while putting the split pieces in the cart. 

  “You’re being a big baby. She obviously likes you back.” 

  “You don’t know that.” 

  “We offered her a room to herself, she refused. Marvi offered to help her make a second bed pad, but she refused. I tried to rescue her and she jumped off my back. She likes you!” 

  “I don’t want to rush her…” 

  “Well you better get a move on before someone else does. I’ve got too many horny, single men in this camp. Who would love nothing more than to be up her skirt.” Kurakh frowned and split a log, trying to ignore it. “Speaking of, here comes one now… Hello Fergal, how’s the leg?” 

  Kurakh could see the Tiefling out of the corner of his good eye as he chopped, “hello Commander, Warchief.” Nodding to each of them respectively, “it’s fine, just sore, not as bad as the first two days.” 

  “That’s good. Why don’t you make yourself a little useful and stack the wood neatly in the cart? There’s not much to catch up on, since someone here is distracted,” Eteos teases. 

  “I’m sure the Warchief has a lot on his mind,” Fergal smiles and begins to straighten the contents of the cart. Kurakh rolls his eyes before chopping more wood. The silence quickly ruined, “Warchief may I ask you something?” 

  Kurakh sighs, “go ahead.” 

  “What is the Maid of Eia like?” 

  “Why do you want to know?” 

  “I’ve lived in Evor all of my life, the clergy of any deity is mysterious to the common folk. We only see them on holidays, major life events, or when dying… She’s also very pretty.” 

  Eteos watches Kurakh carefully, the orc standing at his full height. “She is an honorable woman with many skills, and a great addition to the horde. The rest of my people would agree.” 

  “She’s nice,” the Tiefling smiles. “Although she’s got quite the mouth on her, I think I can find a better use for it. I know she’s smart and all, but those maids take vows of chastity… I’d be happy to teach her a few things. Not like I’ve done it before, maids are always fun to break in.” 

Kurakh grips his axe tighter, “you’ve done it before?” 

  “Several times, not just Maids of Eia. But they tend to be the most fun, considering they know how everything works down there.” Eteos watches as Kurakh places his axe on the ground, taking a step towards Fergal as his back is turned. “And getting to see what’s under that habit is the best part. They always seem more shapely than the habit lets on. I’m sure she has fat ass underneath that blue mess of fabric.” Fergal turns around, freezing as he realizes how close Kurakh was. 

  “I’m only going to say this one time, and you will not have a smartass response. I can still reach my axe and you can’t run that well. The Maid of Eia is not a trophy for you to win or a shiny new toy for you to play with. And you will never speak of her in such a way ever again. You will only speak to her only on matters of your health. Do you understand me? 

  “Yes sir.” 

  Kurakh leans in just a tad bit closer, his voice quieter yet just as stern as before. “And don’t even think that you can be sneaky about it either. I’m the one she shares a bed with, and I’m the one who holds her at night. I will find out. One step out of line and I will feed you to my warg, alive. Have I made my intentions clear?” 

  “Y-Yes Warchief.” 

  “Good, now go find someone else you annoy,” Kurakh steps away from him. Just enough for him to move away from the cart. The injured Tiefling limps away with his tail between his legs. The few bystanders quickly acted like they weren’t listening to every word. “So you sort wood while I chop,” the orc lifts his axe with a sigh.  

  Eteos rolls his eyes, “feeding him to your warg? A bit much, isn’t it?.” 

  “Not when it concerns her.”

[katierosedreams2]

Sissy clitty rules. 

From this moment forward, you may not stroke or touch your pathetic little dick again. You may not please yourself in anyway a man would. Not until you have made a real man cum while you ware every single pice of girl clothes you own. You are submitting to real men and honoring the woman you are becoming. You’re going to forget that your clitty even exists and learn how to be a good girl.

The rules.

•No stroking, tugging, two finger/one finger stroking until your task is complete. You useless dick is just that, useless! NO JERKING OFF OF ANY KIND!! You may only touch it to clean or tuck it away, that’s it.

•This must take a minimum of one month. If you don’t have that many clothes, are you even a sissy?! Go shopping girl! If that is simply not possible, just rewear the clothes you have. This should equal no less than thirty continuous days.

•You must wear every single piece of girl's clothes you own, as they were meant to be worn. Every stocking, panties, heels, lingerie set, etc. No cheating. You may wear complete outfits. Obviously, that’s encouraged. However, if, for example, you have worn all of your skirts, tops, dresses, lingerie sets, ect and are down to just a few stockings, you may rewear clothes to complete the outfit, or simply just the stockings to make that real man cum. 

•You must also have full make up and your hair done every single time. Your nails must also be done, painted or fake nails, both are aloud. You must have a minimum on one price of jewelry. You're a slutty sissy for men, LOOK THE PART. 

•You may be in a chastity, or tucked, throughout the entirety of this, whatever looks best with the outfit. This will take a long time, and chastity the whole time won’t always be best. Remember the point is to learn to ignore your clitty, not make it the center of attention. 

•It doesn’t matter if he is your bf, fuck buddy, or some random stranger. A real man must cum IN or ON you while you wear every single piece of clothes. Gang bangs, while encouraged, do not reduce the time, it’s about the clothes, not how much cum. But more is always better!

•You may only wear more than one outfit per day to be a cumslut in if, at the start of this, you have enough clothes to wear a different outfit every single time you make a real man cum for more than a hundred days in a row. That means a minimum of two hundred different outfits to get covered in or filled with cum in. Just panties, stockings, heels, or any pjs/nightgowns don’t count. Only whole outfits, but remember you’ll still need to make those cocks cum in those too!

•Good sissy girls also always shop for more cute clothes to wear. Every week you must buy a minimum of one new outfit. But a real girl would buy much more! If you buy a minimum of seven new outfits a week, you’ll be able to use a vibrator on your LIMP clitty! But only when or after you have pleased a real mans dick! If you get hard you must stop.

•Don’t worry sissy, you can cum during this! There’s just only a few ways you can. You may cum if your sucking or fucking a real cock. It must happen naturally and you may not touch yourself to make it happen. You are also not allowed to be hard when you cum. You must be soft every single time, no exception. You may also cum from using a vibrator or dildo in your butt. You're only allowed to play with your butt after you first made real man cum that day. Men get pleaser first, not sissy’s!

•You must also do at least one cumwalk. It doesn’t have to be long, or very public, but it must happen. A walk back to your car with his cum still on you works just fine, for instance. 

Remember this is about embracing the girl you want to be. Have fun, don’t cheat, and enjoy that cock!

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

Comment how many days you’ll be participating.

[vanillachastity]

Vanilla Chastity FAQ

Q: Are you the same person that used to post to vanilla-chastity.tumblr.com, malechastitycaptions.tumblr.com, and sexy-models-femdom.tumblr.com?

A: Yes. I left Tumblr during the great Tumblr apocalypse in 2018. I returned in 2022 since the new ownership seems more amenable to my brand of "sexy but not explicit" content.

Q: Have you reposted all of your old captions?

A: I'd say 98% of them. There were a few that haven't aged well and others that were too much work to update (animated gifs, for example). There are a handful of Locktober, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year captions that are scheduled to go out in October, November, and December.

Q: Are you making new captions?

A: Yes. Since mid-August.

Q: Why are you using AI-generated women for new captions?

A: I've always felt a little uneasy associating real women with sexualized captions when they haven't agreed to it. Using stock and celebrity images is still morally gray for me. I'm not judging anyone who makes a different decision for their captions, but at the moment I feel more comfortable using women who don't exist. I understand there are major ethical concerns with AI-generated art, even when it comes to generating waifus, but this is where I've landed. I won't think any less of you if you unfollow me for this. I will think less of you if you send me an all-caps screed about it. In that case I will also block you.

Q: Where do you get your AI-generated images?

A: Most of them were generated by me, using stable diffusion and Automatic1111. Some of them (the better ones) were snagged from the unstablediffusion subreddit.

Q: I didn't like this particular caption.

A: That's not a question. I post a bunch of different fantasies and not all of them will connect with you. It's okay to just move on to the next one or unfollow me.

Q: Question about your private life.

A: None of your business.

Q: Will you be my virtual keyholder?

A: No.

Q: Asking for advice about chastity.

A: Don't ask me for advice on anything. In particular, these captions are pure fantasy and are not intended to reflect chastity as it is practiced in real life. That's not my shtick. These captions are intended to entertain and titillate. If they do that and nothing else, then I have succeeded.

[rbbrbikerthorp]

Kidnapped Pt. 7 (Fully Transformed Into A Gay Skin - Mature)

[This is the final part of the story of how I was kidnapped and turned into a skinhead - something I’d wanted since I was a teen. There is skinhead sex appear in latter part of this chapter].

In the next door room my wife could see a naked man, with a shaved head, tattoos, piercings and a chastity cage...

In walked a big, burly, hunk of a man, maybe two or three years older than myself. If I had to conjure up my fantasy skinhead, he’d look a lot like this alpha-male. He was a good six inches taller than me and weighed in at least 14 stone. That said, he was in great shape. His head was shaved, one arm was completely covered in tattoos, but the other only had ink on his bicep. He was wearing a white t-shirt, on top of which were red braces clipped onto a pair of tight bleachers. He wore the shiniest black boots, with steel toe-caps and white laces.

He gazed at me with his commanding blue-grey eyes; I could see something, long and heavy was already swelling in his bleachers. The skinhead extended his hand. I took it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “I’m Dom, It’s a pleasure to finally have you, boi, a pleasure,” he grinned. “Ever since BoSS told me he’d captured an office drone, I’ve been following your progress over the last few weeks. Now we get to meet. Now you become mine."

His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. I realised my mouth had gone dry and my heart was suddenly pounding. At that moment this brute of a skinhead could do anything he wants to me. He reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. Then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, squeezing his ass cheeks and around his back.

I turned my face toward Dom and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed hold of me so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to - this was the best thing that had happened to me. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. I could taste traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it.

“Get on your knees boi.” I did as I was told. I hadn’t noticed that other people had entered the room.

“Have you ever licked a skinhead’s boots?

I shook my head from side-to-side.

Well, there’s a first time for everything. Now lick my boots”.

I’d seen videos and looked at pictures online, so I had a vague idea of what I had to do. I’d always dreamed of being on my knees licking a powerful skinhead worshiping his boots. Here I was about to do just that. I looked up at Dom, he nodded.

“Go ahead boi. I wanna be able to feel your pierced tongue.”

A shiver went down my spine the moment my tongue came into contact with the leather. Next thing I know I hear a screeching voice I recognised only too well.

“What have you done to yourself? What the effin’ hell are you doing? This is so effin’ humiliating!"

I paused what I was doing and turned my head, and confirmed that my soon-to-be ex-wife was now in the room.

“Ignore her boi! Get back to my boots.”

The taste of the leather on Dom’s boots was having an effect on my imprisoned manhood. I carried on worshipping this brute of a skinhead’s boots.  

Once I’d got to the top of the first boot, Dom spoke, “Not bad for a first time boi” Dom smiled and nudged my head over to the other one. Straight away I began licking as hard as I could. I was pretty sure the snivelling i could hear was my wife, but I didn’t care. In that moment all I wanted to do was please Dom by showing how much I worshipped his boots. Only when he was satisfied with my efforts, did he speak again.

“Good. But for a newbie you’ve done well. You’ll get better. Now, stay on your knees boi.” I did as I was told. “Have you ever sucked a man off?”

“No sir,” I replied.

"I think this really is going to be a day of ‘firsts’ for you. I want you to suck me.”

I unbuttoned Dom’s bleachers and realised he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I grabbed Dom’s swollen meat in my hand but hesitated for a moment. Bootlicking was one thing, but this would be crossing a line that once traversed I couldn’t come back from. I now realised the videos shown to me had included clear instructions on how to give a man pleasure but this would be the first time I put my training into practice. I could sense a tension in the air, which I presumed was my wife. I didn’t look up, I stayed focussed on the task ahead of me.

“You know you want it, go on, suck it boi,” Dom was ordering me to suck him, off.

I moved forward until my lips touched the mushroom-shaped head. I opened my mouth so that my tongue could show its appreciation for Dom’s man-meat. It was smooth and was already glistening. The first taste this beast of a man sent another shiver down my spine, and once again I could sense my own manhood’s confinement. I understood the cage was there to keep me focussed on what I was doing and my place as a skinhead apprentice. I opened my mouth and slowly drew in as much of Dom as I could.

“God, that’s gross,” I heard my wife shriek across the room. “I’ve never seen anything so disgusting. You’re such a queer. No real man would suck another man off.”

I didn’t care what she had to say, she was irrelevant. As long as Dom approved, that’s all that mattered to me. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside.

“Hold it there. You’re... a natural, skinboi...keep going” Dom gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a man feels when he discovers he can please another man. This confirmed what I’d secretly known for years: I'm gay, and at that moment I couldn’t have been happier.

My wife cut in, “what have you done? You look like some freak show, shaved, a ring in your nose, covered in tattoos. I’ve been crying myself to sleep at night, sick with worry. Here you are sucking another man off. You bastard,” she cried.

I could sense she was trembling, full of anger. I simply had nothing to say, the little voice in my head was telling me how I’d screwed up but Dom broke into my thoughts. “Don’t worry. You’re a gay skinhead. Ignore her boi. Women do nothing for you anymore. Those last six words were a game changer. And at moment I was praying that would come next would be intimate with this man - my imagination was going wild.

And I knew was right - all the time I’d been sucking him off, I’d felt increased pressure in my cage, but when my wife spoke I’d gone limp as a shrimp. Turning to my wife, Dom continued, “now over the last few weeks my new boi or your former husband (if you prefer) has been transformed into the skinhead he always wanted to be. I’ve been looking for a skin boi for a few months, since my last relationship ended. I fancied your husband the moment I found out he’d been taken.”

I smiled at Dom, this skinhead wanted me. This is what I’d wanted all my life.

“We’re twenty years married”, she yelped, sobbing away.

Before I could speak, Dom interjected, “you were married, but he’s divorcing you. Don’t worry your ex-husband will see you right. Boi, get over there and lie down.” He pointed over to a bed covered in rubber sheets.

I obeyed. Dom straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his huge member waved in front of my eyes.  I could not have moved him off me if I had tried.

I looked over to see my wife walking towards the door.

“You’re not going anywhere sweetheart. You’re going to see Dom turn out your husband,” the skinhead captor said, sniggering.

The skinhead then threw something over to Dom. It was a key. Dom then opened the padlock on my cage and removed it. He touched my pole for the first time; holding it gently. Dom then did something I’d begged my wife to do. Despite dozens of requests, she simply refused every time. I could hear my wife sobbing again, as I looked over I could see she had her head in her hands. My skinhead captor, spoke to her again, “you’re going to watch this.”

Dom grabbed a tube that was at the side of the bed, I knew what was coming next. “Relax boi,” Dom instructed, “you’re going to want me to do this to you over and over again. I willed myself to relax. I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle motion, slowly stretching me. I’d never felt like this with my wife or any woman for that matter. I looked at Dom and said, “please – give me what I need.” 

He moved between my legs and lifted them onto his broad shoulders. Our eyes met and he smiled At first I could feel a burning sensation and I winced from the sharp pain. After a while I began to relax. Slowly, very slowly he pushed deeper and deeper. The pain dissipated to be replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness, completeness and pleasure that I had ever experienced.

Dom is actually doing me and my wife is watching him do it.  Oh my God!  I can’t believe this is finally happening. This is what I was born to be; a skinhead to be filled with this alpha skin’s seed. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered cries of pleasure, “Ahhhh! Mmmmm!” each time Dom thrust into me. Everyone in the room could hear the soft, squishy sound a man’s tool makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his tongue-f*****d my willing mouth. 

My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband’s intimacy with another man, could not contain herself. “This is so effin’ humiliating! I’m married to a  bender, a homo, a gay-boy. You’re not a real man. There’s no way a real man would allow himself to be f****d like you are!”  I was looking over to her. New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

“Here it comes, boi. Take it! Take it like a man!”

My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a gay skinhead. Dom’s bulk pinned me to the bed. We continued to kiss but this time softer, more tenderly.

My skinhead captor spoke up, “right boi, you’re ready for the final stage of your transformation. First, I need you to sign a few papers. You’re filing for divorce and you’re giving her everything you jointly own.”

Naked, and with Dom’s cum dripping from my arse, I got up, walked over to a table and signed all the papers that were presented to me. I handed them to my ex-wife, who snatched them off me.

“I hope you enjoy your new lover.  No woman will want you now. It’s sick. It’s revolting.” With that my skinhead captor grabbed my ex-wife by the arm, opened the door and led her out of the room. I never saw her again.

My life had been changed forever, as Dom and I both knew. We were smiling at one another, as the skinhead captor came back into the room. Handing me a couple of bags, “here you are. Now you get your skinhead gear.”

I emptied the contents of the bag onto the floor. There were black 20-hole boots - partly laces with white laces, bleachers, white footie socks and a black Fred Perry. At last, I was ready. I had finally earned the right to wear skinhead gear all the time. I looked up at Dom, “go ahead.” I didn’t need any more encouragement.

Like Dom, I’d not wear any underwear, so I put my bleachers on first. They felt like they were a size too small, and they’d been cut so they barely covered my knees. Then I pulled on the socks. After that I slipped the Fred Perry shirt over my head ready for the finale; lacing up my boots. Dom had left the room, but my skinhead captor was watching me.

My training paid off as I correctly ladder laced both boots. My captor was happy. He had done a good job and the BoSS would reward him well. Dom returned to the room with what i knew were a pair of braces in his hand. “Stand up boi.”

I did as I was told. He fitted them to my bleachers but let them hang down. He then went over to the other side of the room, where there a clothes rail full of jackets. “Put this on, we’re getting out of here.”

I did as instructed and followed Dom. “Here,” he handed me a pack of cigarettes and lighter. “Light up, and let’s go home.”

It was the start my new life that involved finishing my tattoos, getting more skin gear, starting a new job - a proper one getting my hands dirty, making new m8s and doing stuff with Dom that I’d never, ever envisaged. We became inseparable.

I might tell you more about my new life with Dom, one day.

[dangermousie]

OK, so let's talk about the fact that the big angst/misunderstanding arc for OTP is Jing's chastity. My God. I know I keep talking about reversed roles and female coding but this is new levels. But also - the whole plot of virtuous heroine being given aphrodisiacs to cause issues between her and the OTP or to force her into marriage is THE STAPLE of so many dramas/web novels my god to see it done to the heroine's love interest is a delightful mind trip.

Also, the fact that it was his own granny who did it so that is why he did not suspect it. Once again, evil family members fucking with the heroine is a trope but also is there anyone in the Tushan family except for Jing who is not a stone cold psycho? No, there is not.

OK I hit cap limit so I will be reblogging this post and adding to it.