A debt in error: Chapter 03.
I thought it would get easier. It didn't. I began to call it 'the fog.' It referred to the constant presence in my brain that clouded all other thoughts. This fog was a constant horniness, an insatiable feeling that I could not lose. It was caused by my cage and the inability to jerk myself to release. I managed to have anal orgasms but they only temporarily dampened the fog. The horniness and fixation never left me.
It was all I thought about. My waking day dreams would be of me fucking girls until my cock burst with satisfaction. Girls who often looked like me in my ulterior clothing. My actual dreams whilst sleeping, were me being fucked whilst my caged cock shrunk to uselessness. I would awaken to my cage covered in slick cum.
I daydreamed through my day and spent my free time trying to satisfy my body, despite the cage. When my mom was out I would ride her dildo, dressed in her or my effeminate clothes, watching my cock leak in the mirror. My ass would orgasm and my cock would leak with pleasure. Soon after, I would still be unsatisfied. This cage was akin to torture.
When mom was home, I didn't dress up or take her toy. Instead I would find a quiet space and finger fuck myself or even use household objects. I would often lock myself in the bathroom and fuck myself infront of the mirror imagining there was someone behind me using me like a fuck doll.
What also added to my frustration, confusing and conflicting as it was, in the five weeks since my cock had been locked up, the brothers had only used me twice. The first occasion, they had both driven me out to some farmland and took turns fucking me over the hood of the car whilst the other smoked. It was bliss. I felt complete when one of them was in me, using my hole. My cock would throb and cum, unlike the pathetic dribbles that I achieved when I tried at home. They each fucked me twice before driving me back home.
The second time was just Sid. He again told me what to wear and drove me to a lake. He laid out a blanket and fucked me in the missionary position. It once again felt like he was reliving a moment from his own experiences. I didn't care, as long as I received pleasure from it. I writhed and moaned under him, encouraging him and running my fingers over his chest and back.
I think that if his brother was there, he would have chastised me for my sensual reaction. However, as it was just him, he seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm and took his time, making love rather than just fucking me. It was all the same to my ass, which gripped his cock hungrily as he thrust into me.
It was this that I was thinking about whilst laying in bed one night, writhing in the endless torment of pent up cum, when my phone pinged. It was Sid. He told me to be ready at 7pm on Saturday night and to dress slutty.
My cock immediately tried to swell in its confinements and my ass yearned with anticipation. I spent some time using my phone to browse some retailers that I could order from. I ordered a thong, a short skirt and a tube top that would arrive before Saturday.
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On Saturday, I was waiting to be picked up wearing an outfit that I considered to be very slutty. High heels, a pair of stockings that showed some bare thighs before reaching my short skirt. My blonde wig, makeup and tube top made me look like a fuckable slut. I had even slipped in 'chicken filets' to give myself some small tits. I was both proud and aroused by my efforts.
Sid pulled up and I hopped in. He drove quickly and without speaking. His familiar smell aroused me. I pictured him stading over me, fucking me with a look of pleasure on his face.
We pulled up to his place and walked inside. Music was playing and it was busy. A room full of guys, drinking beer, laughing and playing beer pong. Most were oblivious to us entering. Sid walked ahead to speak to a few people, leaving me standing awkwardly. The longer I stood, the more eyes I drew, lingering looks.
Eventually Sid returned to me, a grin on his face. "Follow me," he said as he walked towards his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he pushed me to my knees and slipped his hardening cock into my mouth. The softness of his character was gone, he was back to 'punishing Sid'. I felt him swelling as I sucked him off. My own cock reacting happily to the event. My ass was jealous of my mouth. He moaned and thrust deeper into my throat, holding the back of my head.
After a few minutes he lifted me and pushed me onto the bed. I landed heavily and he pushed my arms out over my head. He handcuffed my wrists together, the chain wrapping behind the sturdy bar on his headboard. I did not fight it, but my heart raced as adrenaline pumped through my body.
He rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my thong down to my knees and was inside me within mere seconds. He moaned deeply as he began to slowly fuck me. I could feel my toes curl as my body welcomed his cock. My body relaxed as the comforting feeling of being filled spread warmly through me.
"Just remember tonight who you belong to," he breathed out as his pace quickened. "You and your holes belong to me." I felt like he was close already. "Say it," he commanded, "Tell me that you belong to me."
"I belong to you," I said meekly, pressed into the sheets, "My holes are yours." He moaned in pleasure. This seemed to be enough to tip him over the edge. He pulled out of me and I felt his cum shoot onto my back and ass.
He stood up, leaving me attached to the bed. Shortly after he left, his brother walked in followed by some of his friends who were smiling and watching from the doorway. He didn't say anything, he just slipped his cock and stroked it as he approached me. He Climbed on top of me and pushed it into my slickened ass. He was faster than Sid, pushing deeper and forcing my smaller frame into the mattress. My ass enjoyed the fullness and the friction, my wanting dick began its familiar oozing as it showed its own pleasure.