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Bend over and grab your ankles.

What in the fuck is that?

Don’t play dumb.  I’ve seen the bookmarks on your computer; you know exactly what this is.  Now bend over and grab your ankles.

Those bookmarks don’t mean anything.  It’s just crazy guy stuff.  Just fantasy stuff.  Not real.

Is that why you’re forking out all those credit card payments for memberships?  I’m not an idiot, so don’t screw with me.  Do it!

I don’t want to.  I don’t want to do it for real.

Well, I really don’t give a shit if you want to do it for real.  Quit your lying, quit your whining and bend over and grab your goddamn, fucking ankles!

I’m getting dressed and leaving.  This is crazy.  You’re crazy.

Is that what you want?  You really want to leave?  You really are going to pass this up?

What are you doing?  Stop it?

Why?  What’s wrong with me rubbing my girl cock up against your boy cock?  Doesn’t that feel nice?  Think how good it would feel to take it up the ass.

Stop it.

You don’t want me to stop it.  Look:  your boy cock is trying to grow nice and big like my big black leather one.  I think it likes it.

It’s because your rubbing it with that stupid … that stupid thing.  It’s friction.  Of course, it’s going to react.  I am a guy, after all.  What do you expect?

I expect you to bend over and grab your ankles.  You know you want to, so just do it.

I, um, I ….

Come on, just do it.  I’ll just rub it up the crack.  Come on, bend over.

Okay, I’ll let you play this stupid game.  But don’t you dare try to put it in.

That’s good.  Now lean shoulders into the ottoman so you don’t lose your balance, and grab your ankles.  That’s it, like that.  Just like that.

What the fuck?  What are you doing?  Stop it.  What the fuck?  Damn it!  Get these off of me.  Get these off of me right now.

They’re cuffs.  I ordered them from The Stock Room when I ordered my little — well, my big — friend here.  Now stay there for me and don’t move.  I need to get something out of the drawer.

How am I supposed to go anywhere when you have my wrists cuffed to my ankles?

I guess you have a point there.  Okay, hold still for a second.

Christ!  That’s cold.  What are you doing?

It’s lube.  Unless you’ve been fucking your own ass with cucumbers and stuff, I think you’re going to need it.  So hold still.

You’re not really going to do this.  Come on.

Let me reach around here and check.  Uh, huh.  Your dick is rock hard.  So, let’s get this straight, lover boy.  You are now officially my bitch.  You’re my bitch and I am going to fuck your tight little asshole until you cream all over your belly.

Krista’s Cock-Pig

It is in front of your face. You can smell it. It is cock. It is the cock you are going to suck tonight. Perhaps it is a cock that will fuck you, too. You have no say. You are, after all, only a Cock-Pig.

Once you were a man. You lived a free life, had a fairly successful career. You worked hard, you played hard. Lots of young, hot women. Footloose and fancy free, as they say, living what you thought was the good life.

But then you met Krista. Tall, beautiful and wickedly sexy, she was different somehow. Different than the girls you usually bedded and forgot about. At first, it was just filth whispered into your ears as she fucked you. Then it was porn while she sucked your cock. The porn started getting kinkier, freakier. And you couldn’t get enough, could you? You were obsessed, wanted to be with her all the time.

And that is how she began training you, although you were too stupid to know it at the time. Even now when you think of before and now, you’re not sure exactly how she did it. Soon, though, you began living your weekends in a cage in her basement, your cock in a device that kept it hard, yet wouldn’t permit orgasm. You were an animal.

Krista’s Cock-Pig. That is what she started calling you. She would come to you with a strap-on and make you suck it. Then she would promise orgasm, that she would remove your Cock-Pig chastity device if you bent over and spread your ass and begged for her big, girl-dick. And you did. You would have done anything to cum. The thing is, just like she knew would happen, you started liking it, didn’t you? You started to like taking that big, fat strap-on up your ass.

It wasn’t long before she’d tricked you into leaving your job and turning over everything you had –your money, your house, your car, your savings– to her. She took away your life as a free man and put you in the cage full time. You became her 24/7 Cock-Pig.

That was when she began cum-training you. You would hear her upstairs fucking some guy –you never knew them, at least at first– and your dick would twitch and strain against the chastity device. Later she would come down to you. She’d taunt you, show you her swollen pussy lips. “Remember how tight this pussy is, Cock-Pig,” she’d ask, pushing on her stomach, causing milky cream to drip out of her slit, down the crack of her ass. “Remember when I used to let you fuck me?” You did remember and it made you crazy hot.  So easy for her to make you eat her out, lap up all that cream pie.  You would have done anything to get your chastity device off at that point.

Then she started bringing you down cups of cum, even a bowl of cum one time. “Come here, Cock-Pig,” Krista would say, putting the bowl on the floor right inside your cage. “Crawl over here and get your cup of cum, Cock-Pig. Come lap it up and I will take off your device for a little bit. Maybe I’ll even give you a good, hard fucking.”

And so it went. You really were some new low form of animal, Krista’s Cock-Pig.  But Krista had a plan.  And you soon learned you could even go lower.

“Oh, Cock-Pig,” you heard her calling as she came down the stairs. Only this time  she wasn’t alone.  There was a second set of footsteps.  Heavy footsteps.

And then she was there in front of you, a man beside her. A very big man with his very big cock in his fist. “Now I’m going to show you what a Cock-Pig is really good for,” Christa cooed, opening your cage. “Crawl out here now.” Her voice was as sexy as ever, but there was a breathiness to it you hadn’t caught before. This was exciting her. This was where she’d been leading you since the beginning.

“Suck it, Cock-Pig. Suck this big fat cock. When the cock cums, you get to cum.”

And so you sucked it. When he was getting close to cumming, Krista removed your chastity device and whispered in your ear, “When that cock cums, you can cum. From now on the only time you will ever cum is when you are sucking a cock and it comes.” And she wrapped your own hand around your dick. “Play with it, Cock-Pig. Jerk it while you suck that cock.”

And she stayed so close that you could hear each of her breaths, smell her perfume. Soon the man was grunting, thrusting his hips, grabbing your head. And then you were taking your first load right from that swelling, jerking, squirting cock and cumming all over your own belly at the same time.

And you were finally real. You were Krista’s Cock-Pig.

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