She shoved him onto the bed and told him to spread. Jake was already in the pink lace panties she bought him last week, the ones that barely covered his shaved balls and let the tip of his locked cock peek out. His thighs trembled as he pulled them apart for her.
"Look at you," she said, voice low and filthy. "My pretty little sissy, cock all caged and dripping. You want me to fuck you or you want to beg first?"
"Please," he whispered. "Fuck me, please."
She stripped off her jeans and pulled the harness tight around her hips.
The thick black strap-on jutted out, already slick with lube she’d warmed in her hand. She climbed between his legs, hooked two fingers under the crotch of his panties, and yanked them aside. His hole was already glistening from the plug he’d worn all day at her order.
She pulled the plug out slow, watching his rim flutter and clench around nothing. Then she pressed the fat head of the strap-on against him and pushed. One steady thrust and she was halfway inside. Jake moaned like a whore, high and broken.
"Take it," she growled, sinking the rest of the way in until her hips met his ass. "That’s what sissies are for. Getting stretched and used."
She fucked him in hard, steady strokes, the harness slapping against his cheeks with every thrust. His caged cock bounced uselessly, leaking a steady string of precum onto his stomach. She reached down and smeared it over the cage, then brought her fingers to his mouth.
"Clean it," she ordered. He sucked her fingers greedily while she pounded him deeper, angling so the strap-on dragged over his prostate on every stroke. His eyes rolled back. She could feel him trying not to come, but the cage made it impossible to get fully hard, so he just kept leaking and whimpering.
She flipped him onto his stomach, yanked the panties down to his knees, and mounted him again. This time she went rougher, one hand fisted in his hair, the other slapping his ass red while she drove the strap-on in and out. The wet sounds filled the room. Every time she bottomed out he pushed back like he couldn’t get enough.
When she finally pulled out, his hole stayed open, shiny and twitching. She rolled him onto his back again, straddled his face, and lowered her dripping pussy onto his mouth.
"Eat," she said. "You don’t get to come until I do."
He licked and sucked like a starving man while she ground down on his tongue. She came hard, thighs shaking, flooding his mouth. Only then did she unlock his cage, wrap her hand around his freed cock, and jerk him fast and rough until he shot all over his own stomach with a broken sob.
She wiped her fingers through the mess and fed it to him again.
"Good girl," she murmured, and he shivered at the praise, already soft and pliant under her.
She left the harness on while she held him afterward, one hand stroking his hair, the other idly teasing his sensitive rim. He was still in the ruined panties, still tasting her and himself, exactly where he belonged.
