‼️Content Warning: This story features explicit, consensual raceplay elements, racially charged language, chastity play, crossdressing, humiliation, photography, and sharing within a fictional roleplay context. All participants are adults and all scenarios are consensual. If this theme is not for you, feel free to explore other stories on the page.‼️
It had been nearly four weeks since that night in Caleb’s apartment, and Luke was still trying to convince himself it had been nothing more than a one-off. The memory kept creeping back at the worst times. The roughness of it all, the way Caleb had talked to him, calling him a white pussy boy while pinning him down and using his hole like it belonged to him. The wet sound of that huge black cock driving deep. The load that had leaked out of him for hours afterward. It had been the best sex of his life, but it had also been degrading as hell. It was not the fact that he had bottomed that bothered him. Luke had bottomed before and enjoyed it. What got under his skin was the roughness, the filthy talk, and especially how much he had enjoyed being reduced to Caleb’s bitch. He hated that part most of all. The shame of it burned in his chest every time the memory surfaced. Luke was a 6ft ex-college footballer, a jock who went to the gym four times a week, not some punk or bitch who was just there to be used like a pocket pussy. For God’s sake, Caleb hadn’t even touched his dick. He had just turned him out. Fuck, it had been so hot, but the shame he felt was still deep and profound.
So he ignored every message from Caleb. The first one arrived the next morning: “That white boy pussy still twitching from last night? Hit me up when you need round two.” Luke read it twice, felt his cock twitch in his shorts, then deleted the thread. Two days later another one came: “You still thinking about this dick or you pretending it never happened?” Deleted. A week after that, shorter: “Bet that hole feels empty now.” Luke blocked the number for a day, then unblocked it when the silence made him even hornier.
He threw himself into normal life harder than ever. Extra gym sessions. Extra protein. Extra hookups, but now he was exclusively topping. He opened Grindr and found a willing twink bottom who wanted it rough. They met at the guy’s flat after the gym. Luke kissed him hard, got his own cock out, and tried to fuck him. It went in, but halfway through Luke’s mind flashed back to Caleb’s massive shaft stretching him instead. His own dick started to soften inside the other guy. He tried to power through, gripping the guy’s hips and thrusting, but he kept losing it. The bottom asked if everything was okay. Luke muttered something about being tired from lifting and pulled out, embarrassed, leaving the guy confused and unsatisfied.
A few days later he tried again with someone different, a stockier lad who liked getting pounded. Same result. Luke could get hard looking at topping porn on his phone, but the moment he was actually inside someone the fire went out. His cock would not stay stiff. It felt mechanical, empty, wrong. The intense, overwhelming fullness he had felt with Caleb had ruined topping for him. He left that second hookup early too, driving home with his dick soft in his shorts. He was so fucking horny and frustrated he wanted to scream.
By the third week Luke was jerking off more than he had in years, but never to topping scenes. He would lie in bed at night, close his eyes, and replay the memory of Caleb’s heavy balls slapping against his taint, the way his own untouched cock had leaked steadily onto the sheets while that thick black dick rearranged his guts. He would cum so hard his vision blurred, then lie there panting and ashamed. He tried one more topping attempt, a quick meet with a guy from the gym who had flirted before. This time Luke could barely get hard at all. The guy laughed it off kindly, but Luke left feeling broken. Something had changed inside him and he could not undo it.
He had not heard from Caleb in over a week now, and that was even worse than the humiliation he had felt when Caleb had been texting him. It meant Caleb had got bored of him. After his last failed hookup he went home and spent the rest of the night jerking off and fingering himself to interracial porn of white guys getting creamed by BBC, fixated on the contrast of the big black meat stretching out those tight white boys.
He kept trying to move on. He deleted Grindr for a week. He focused on work and the gym. He even thought about hooking up with a girl from the running club one night, just to prove something to himself, but deep down he knew it was pointless. The only thing that got him hard anymore was the memory of being used, being turned out by Caleb and his master.
After almost six weeks the need became too much. His hole felt constantly empty. His cock would twitch and leak at random moments during the day. He could not cum without thinking about Caleb’s dick. Late one night, after another failed attempt to jerk off to anything else, Luke’s resistance finally broke. He picked up his phone, stared at the screen for nearly twenty minutes, typed and deleted half a dozen messages, then finally sent something safe.
“Hey man. You still got any of that good stuff?”
He immediately regretted it. It was a pathetic excuse and they both knew it.
Caleb replied almost an hour later. “Took you long enough, white boy. Not for you, no. I’ve only got one thing for you.”
Luke’s heart pounded. He typed and deleted three different replies before sending. “I tried to move on. It didn’t work. I’m sorry for blanking you.”
The reply came faster this time. “Of course it didn’t work. You are a hole now. That pussy needs real dick to function. I bet you’ve been trying to tell yourself you haven’t been changed, trying to top. Could you even get it up for them?”
Luke’s face burned. He had never felt so exposed. He typed back before he could stop himself. “How do you know that?”
“Because I know your type. Big gym jock who thinks he is supposed to be in charge. But that dick of yours doesn’t work the way it used to anymore, does it? You want to get fucked. You want to be stretched, bred, and called names until you cannot think straight. If you want this dick again you are going to have to prove you are serious this time. Lock that thing up. Buy some cheap slutty lingerie and fishnet tights. Wear them when you come over. Send me proof photos first so I know you are not wasting my time.”
Luke’s cock twitched hard in his joggers even as his pride flared hot. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment. “Fuck that. I am not doing that. That is too far.”
Caleb sent back a laughing emoji followed by another message. “Suit yourself then. Keep trying to top and keep failing. Your choice. But we both know that hole is going to win eventually. Text me when the cage is on and you are dressed like the white boy slut you are. Or don’t. I will be here either way.”
Luke did not reply. He tried to move on again. He started to hit the gym daily to burn off energy. He tried to hook up with another lad and failed even worse than before. He could not even get fully hard. That night he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, hole clenching, cock aching, and he knew he was losing the fight.
Two days later he ordered the chastity cage online. He still wasn’t sure about this, but his hormones got the better of him. A small pink plastic one with a tiny padlock. It arrived in discreet packaging. He waited until the flat was empty, locked his bedroom door, and tried it on. His cock, when soft, was around 4 inches and fit easily into the cage. He clicked the lock shut and the sound made his stomach turn. His cock was completely hidden now, useless. The pink cage looked ridiculous against his muscular thighs. He took it off after ten minutes, heart racing, and told himself he couldn’t do it. Caleb was asking too much.
But the need only grew. He could not cum without the fantasy. He ordered the lingerie and fishnets a few nights later. Black lace panties and a matching bralette. They were so slutty. Sheer black fishnet tights. His face burned as he clicked “add to basket.” When the package arrived he left it unopened for hours until horniness got the better of him once again. He told his roommates he was going to bed early, then locked his door and stripped in his bedroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. 6ft, broad shoulders, gym-built chest and arms, and now he was about to put on women’s underwear. His cock was already half hard just from the thought. He hadn’t expected that, but the thought of it was getting him excited. The thought of wearing these things for Caleb gave him a sudden thrill.
He locked the cage on first. The click sounded final. His soft cock was trapped, though the dark thrill of it made it twitch. Then he pulled the fishnet tights up his legs. The rough mesh rubbed against his skin, framing his arse and making his locked cock bulge obscenely against the lace when he pulled the panties on over them. The bralette went on last. He looked in the mirror and felt a rush of shame so strong, and yet he was also thrilled by it all. He looked like a jock trying to be a sissy. But he also looked hot. He took the photos Caleb had demanded. Front view showing the pink cage straining against the black lace. Side view. Back view with him bent over, fishnets stretched over his arse, one hand pulling the string of the panties aside to show his hole. He sent them all with a short message: “I did it. Can I come over now?”
Caleb replied in under a minute. “Good boy. Door is unlocked. Come straight in and strip down to that sexy lingerie as soon as you are inside.”
Luke pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt straight away and drove over with his heart hammering. Every movement made the cage shift and the fishnets rub. He felt exposed even under the t-shirt and joggers. When he reached the apartment block his legs felt weak. He climbed the stairs, knocked once, then pushed the door open.
Luke arrived at the apartment block with his heart hammering. He had almost turned the car around twice on the drive over. The cage shifted with every movement, the fishnets rubbing against his skin under his clothes, a constant humiliating reminder of what he had done to himself. But the need was too strong. His hole felt empty and aching, his trapped cock leaking steadily into the lace. He climbed the stairs, hesitated at the door for a long moment, then knocked.
Caleb opened it shirtless, grey sweats hanging low on his hips, that thick outline already visible down one thigh. His eyes dragged slowly over Luke from head to toe, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of the big, muscular white jock standing there, about to submit completely. This was the victory he had been waiting for.
“Come in. Close the door behind you,” Caleb said, voice low and warm with amusement.
Luke stepped inside, face already burning. Caleb locked the door and leaned back against it for a moment, just looking at him, clearly savouring the fact that this ex-footballer was now standing in his living room and he knew he was wearing that slutty black lace and fishnets. He looked like he was enjoying every second of it.
“Strip,” Caleb ordered, phone already in his hand. “Slowly. Let me see what you’ve done for me.”
Luke’s hands shook as he pulled off his t-shirt and joggers. He stood there in the middle of the living room, broad chest and thick arms contrasting sharply with the slutty black lace bralette and panties, sheer fishnet tights hugging his muscular thighs and arse, the pink cage clearly visible and straining against the lace. His cock was completely trapped and useless inside it.
Caleb’s grin widened as he stepped closer, eyes roaming over every inch. “Fuck, that looks good on you. Turn around. Hands on your knees. Arch that back.”
Luke hesitated, shifting his weight nervously. “The photos… I’m not sure about that.”
Caleb’s voice dropped, calm but firm. “If you don’t let me take them, you don’t get this dick tonight. Simple as that. These are for my girl. She gets off hard on seeing her man dominate other guys, especially turning big gym jocks like you into dressed-up sluts for this big black dick. Proof that I can break anyone I want. Now turn around and show me that arse.” He pawed at the print in his sweats as he spoke.
Luke swallowed hard, shame and arousal twisting together in his gut. He turned slowly, placed his hands on his knees, and arched his back, presenting himself exactly as told.
Caleb circled him slowly, phone raised, taking photos from every angle. Close-ups of the pink cage bulging obscenely against the black lace. Close-ups of Luke’s thick, gym-built arse framed by the sheer fishnets. “Spread your cheeks. Let me see that hole.”
Luke reached back with shaking hands and pulled the string of the panties aside. His pink pucker twitched visibly under the mesh as Caleb snapped several shots, murmuring appreciatively under his breath, clearly loving every moment of this victory.
“On your knees.”
Luke dropped. Caleb pushed his sweats down and that massive eleven-inch black cock swung free, already hard and leaking. Luke opened his mouth without being told. The head filled it instantly, stretching his jaw just like before. Caleb gripped his hair and took photos, Luke’s lips stretched wide, eyes watering, the lingerie and cage visible below.
“Look at that locked little clitty,” Caleb said, voice low and amused. “My girlfriend is going to fucking love these. She gets so wet seeing me turn big stud jocks into dressed-up sissy holes for black dick. Proof her man can bitch out any white boy who thinks he is a top.”
Luke moaned around the cock, the words hitting him harder than he expected. His caged dick twitched.
Caleb fucked his throat for a few more minutes, taking more photos. Luke reached back with shaking hands and pulled the tights and panties aside. His pink pucker twitched visibly under the mesh as Caleb snapped several shots, murmuring appreciatively under his breath, clearly loving every moment of this victory. He took a few more close-ups, then lowered the phone with a slow, satisfied smirk. He tossed it onto the coffee table, walked over to the sagging leather couch, and dropped down into it, legs spread wide and relaxed. He reached for the rolling tray, lit up a fat joint with deliberate slowness, took a long pull, and leaned back against the cushions, exhaling a thick cloud of sweet smoke. His thick cock hung heavy and dark between his spread thighs, swinging slightly under its own weight, already half-hard and leaking from the sight of Luke presenting himself like that.
“Get back to work, white boy,” Caleb ordered lazily, voice thick with smoke and amusement. He patted his thigh once. “On your knees between my legs. Suck that dick like you mean it this time.”
Luke moved without hesitation, crawling the short distance on his knees until he was positioned between Caleb’s spread thighs. The fishnets stretched tight over his arse as he leaned in. He opened his mouth and took the heavy head between his lips, tongue swirling around the fat crown, tasting the salty precum that had already beaded there. The sheer size of it stretched his jaw immediately, just like the first time, and he had to work his mouth open wider to take more. Drool quickly built up, slicking the shaft as he bobbed his head, trying to take it deeper with every pass.
Caleb took another long drag from the joint, watching Luke through half-lidded eyes, clearly savouring the view of the big, muscular white jock on his knees in black lace and fishnets, pink cage trapped and useless between his legs. “That’s it,” he said, voice low and mocking. “Suck that black dick like the hungry white boy slut you are. Look at you, big gym jock dressed up in lingerie and tights, crawling back after weeks of trying to pretend you were still a top. Bet those boys you tried to fuck laughed when your cock went soft inside them.”
Luke moaned around the thick shaft, the degradation making his caged cock leak steadily into the lace. He sucked harder, tongue pressing along the heavy vein on the underside, cheeks hollowing as he tried to take more. Spit ran down his chin and dripped onto the floor. Caleb reached down with his free hand and groped Luke’s arse roughly through the fishnets, squeezing the thick cheeks, spreading them apart, then letting them bounce back together.
“Fuck, this white boy ass looks so fat and perky in these tights,” Caleb growled, voice getting rougher as the weed hit him. He pawed at it possessively, fingers digging into the meaty flesh, tugging the fishnets tighter against Luke’s skin. “All round and slutty, just begging to be used. That pussy must be starving after all these weeks without real dick stretching it open. Bet it’s twitching and clenching right now, empty and desperate for this black cock to ruin it again.”
Luke whimpered around the cock in his mouth, pushing his arse back into Caleb’s groping hand without thinking. His own trapped dick throbbed uselessly in the cage, leaking more with every filthy word. Caleb kept smoking, taking slow, lazy pulls, occasionally blowing smoke down toward Luke while his hand continued to grope and slap lightly at the presented arse, admiring the way the fishnets framed it and how the black lace panties had ridden up between the cheeks.
“Keep sucking, slut. Use that mouth properly. This is all you’re good for now, on your knees, dressed like a whore, choking on black dick while your little clitty stays locked up and useless. My girl is going to love hearing about this. She gets so wet when I tell her how I turn big straight-acting jocks into desperate white boy holes.”
Luke sucked harder, eyes watering, jaw aching, taking the cock as deep as he could manage before gagging softly. Drool coated Caleb’s balls and ran down his own chin in strings. Caleb’s hand kept roaming, squeezing, spreading, occasionally slipping a finger under the edge of the tights to tease at Luke’s hole without pushing in, just enough to make Luke moan and push back harder.
Caleb smoked the joint down to the roach, eyes glassy and relaxed, body loose against the couch cushions. His cock had grown fully hard in Luke’s mouth, thick and throbbing, the head pushing against the back of Luke’s throat with every bob. He was clearly getting close, breathing heavier, hips twitching upward in small thrusts, the hand on Luke’s arse gripping tighter.
Finally, when the joint was finished and he was blissed out and right on the edge, Caleb gripped Luke’s hair and pulled him off with a wet pop. Thick strings of spit connected Luke’s swollen lips to the glistening cock. Caleb stood up slowly, towering over him, cock bobbing heavily in front of Luke’s face.
Caleb pushed his sweats the rest of the way down and that massive eleven-inch black dick swung down pendulously between his legs, glistening. Luke opened his mouth back up without being told. The head filled it instantly, stretching his now aching jaw. Caleb gripped his hair and took photos, Luke’s lips stretched wide, eyes watering, the lingerie and cage visible below.
“Look at that locked little clitty,” Caleb said, voice low and amused. “My girlfriend is going to fucking love these.” He nudged Luke’s crotch with his foot as he said it. “She gets so wet seeing me turn big stud jocks into sissy holes for black dick. Proof her man can bitch out any white boy who thinks he is a top.”
Luke moaned around the cock, the words hitting him harder than he expected. His caged dick twitched and started to leak precum into his panties.
Caleb fucked his throat for a few more minutes, then pulled him up and bent him over the arm of the couch. He kicked Luke’s legs apart and hooked his finger under the string of the panties, pulling the fabric to the side and fully exposing his hole.
Caleb paused for a moment, phone still in one hand, and just admired the view. The hole looked sexy as hell now; perfectly framed by the black lace panties and sheer fishnets, the pink pucker glistening slightly from arousal. It no longer looked like the tight little hole of a jock who thought he was still a top. It had become a true pussy, soft and needy and ready to be used.
Caleb crouched and blew a slow, warm breath directly over it. Luke’s hole twitched visibly in response, clenching and relaxing in a hungry little flutter. Caleb watched it with a satisfied smirk, then ran one finger softly over the rim, tracing the sensitive skin without pushing in. Luke immediately pushed his arse back against the finger, desperate for more stimulation, a low whimper escaping him.
Caleb laughed quietly, the sound mocking and amused. “Steady, girl. Wait for it. Don’t get greedy.”
He set the phone down on the couch cushion. Last time he hadn’t rimmed Luke because the jock had still been clinging to some of his masculinity, still trying to act like he was above this. But now Luke had become a true pussy boy, dressed in lingerie and fishnets, caged, on his knees sucking black dick and presenting his hole like he was made for it. Caleb decided to reward him properly this time by treating his hole right, giving it the full pussy treatment.
He dropped to one knee behind Luke, spread those thick cheeks wider with both hands, and leaned in. His tongue slipped between one of the holes in the fishnet and dragged a long, wet, sloppy stripe from Luke’s taint all the way up over his pucker, circling it slowly before pressing flat and licking broad, hungry strokes. Spit quickly coated everything, making the fishnets and lace even messier. Caleb ate him out with enthusiasm, tongue pushing inside, swirling, then pulling back to lap at the taint, sucking lightly on the smooth flesh. He groaned against Luke’s hole like he was enjoying a meal, the vibrations making Luke moan and push back harder.
“Fuck, this pussy tastes good,” Caleb muttered between licks, voice muffled and rough. “All soft and hungry after weeks of being empty. Look at it winking for me. This is what you needed, isn’t it? A real man treating this boy pussy the way it deserves.”
Luke was shaking, gripping the couch arm, his caged cock leaking steadily into the lace as he pushed his arse back onto Caleb’s tongue, desperate and greedy despite the earlier warning. Caleb kept going, long sloppy licks alternating with pointed flicks over the hole and broad strokes across the taint, getting everything wet and shiny with spit. He occasionally pulled back just to admire how the framed hole looked even more obscene now, puffy, shiny, and twitching, before diving back in for more.
Caleb finished with one last long, filthy lick from taint to hole, then pulled back, lips shiny with spit. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave Luke’s arse a firm slap that made the fishnets and lace jiggle.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Luke straightened up on shaky legs and turned to face him. Before he could say anything, Caleb stepped in, bent his knees, and scooped him up effortlessly, one arm under Luke’s thick thighs, the other around his back. Luke’s eyes widened in surprise. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Caleb’s waist and looped his arms around the bigger man’s neck, clinging on. At 6ft and built from years of football and gym work, nobody had ever picked him up like this before. The effortless strength made something hot and shameful twist low in his stomach. He felt small. Owned.
He leaned in without thinking, mouth seeking Caleb’s for a kiss.
Caleb turned his head sharply to the side, dodging it. “None of that homo shit, f*g. Save it for your boyfriend.”
The words landed like a slap. Luke’s face burned hotter, but his caged cock twitched and leaked anyway. Caleb didn’t even look at him as he carried him through the apartment, strong arms holding him steady like he weighed nothing. Luke could feel the thick, hard length of Caleb’s cock brushing against his arse with every step.
They reached the bedroom. Caleb strode to the bed and threw Luke down onto the unmade sheets without ceremony. Luke landed on his back with a bounce, legs still slightly spread, the black lace and fishnets in disarray, pink cage still tucked inside the crotch, and his freshly rimmed hole exposed and shiny with spit.
Caleb stood at the edge of the bed, slowly stroking his thick cock as he looked down at him. “You want this dick, don’t you?” he asked, voice low and commanding. “Then beg for it. Properly. Show me how bad that white boy pussy needs to get fucked. Play with yourself.”
Luke’s face burned. He hesitated for a second, pride and shame warring inside him, but the ache in his hole and the memory of being stretched and bred won out. He reached down with one shaking hand, pulling the lace panties further aside and running his fingers over his own hole. He pushed two fingers inside himself with a soft gasp, working them in and out slowly while he spoke.
“Please…” Luke’s voice came out hoarse. “Please fuck me. I need it. My hole feels so empty after all these weeks. I tried to move on. I tried to top again, but it didn’t work. My cock just wouldn’t stay hard. This is what I need. Please, Caleb… fuck my white boy pussy. Stretch me open on that big black cock again. I’ll do anything.”
Caleb’s grin widened. He kept stroking himself lazily, watching Luke finger his own hole. “Keep going. Touch that locked clitty too. Let me see how desperate you are.”
Luke’s other hand moved to the pink cage, fingers brushing over the plastic and the leaking head trapped inside. He kept fingering himself at the same time, pushing deeper, scissoring his fingers and moaning softly as he begged. “Please… ruin me. Breed me. I don’t care anymore. I’m just a hole for your dick now. Fuck me hard. Make me take every inch. I need it so bad…”
Caleb let him beg and finger himself for another minute, clearly enjoying the sight of the big jock reduced to this, legs spread, fingering his own freshly rimmed hole while pleading. Then he stepped forward, grabbed the fishnets with both hands, and ripped them wide open with one sharp tug. The sheer material tore loudly, exposing Luke’s arse completely.
“That’s better,” Caleb growled. He climbed onto the bed, manhandled Luke onto his front, then pulled him up onto his knees with his chest down and arse up. He planted one bare foot firmly in the small of Luke’s back, pinning him flat just like the first time.
Caleb reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the pump bottle of lube. He squirted a thick, cool stream directly onto Luke’s exposed hole, then worked two fingers inside, pumping and twisting to spread it deep. Luke moaned into the pillow as Caleb added more lube and worked it in thoroughly. Only then did Caleb stroke the rest generously over his own thick cock, coating every inch until it glistened.
Caleb slapped his heavy, lubed cock repeatedly against Luke’s slick hole, the wet smacks filling the room. He watched with clear satisfaction as the pink pucker puckered and clenched greedily with every impact, winking and fluttering like it was trying to pull him inside. Luke began to whimper and plead, voice shaky and desperate. “Please… put it in. I need it so bad. Don’t tease me anymore…”
Caleb chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the sight. Without any more warning he lined up and slammed in balls deep in one brutal thrust. The stretch was vicious. Luke’s breath punched out of him in a sharp, broken scream as that massive cock forced its way deep, splitting him open far faster than his body was ready for. Pain flared hot and white through his guts, his hole burning around the thick invasion. His fists clenched in the sheets, toes curling, a low groan tearing from his throat as air was forced out around the shaft in an obscene wet sound. Even with the lube and the earlier rimming, the sheer size of Caleb’s dick felt like it was rearranging his insides, like he was being split in half.
“Take it, pussy. This is what you needed all those weeks. Not trying to fuck boys with that useless locked dick. This hole was made for big black cock.”
Caleb settled into a steady, punishing rhythm, long deep strokes that dragged his thick shaft over Luke’s prostate with every thrust. The initial brutal burn slowly melted into overwhelming pleasure as Luke’s body adjusted. His hole relaxed around the girth, gripping and fluttering greedily. Luke started pushing back as much as the foot pinning him down would allow, soft moans spilling from his mouth and his caged cock leaking steadily onto the sheets below. The wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with the obscene squelching sounds of lube and spit being churned inside him.
Caleb removed his foot from Luke’s back, grabbed his hips, and started long-dicking him properly; pulling almost all the way out until just the fat head remained inside, then slamming back in balls deep. Each full withdrawal forced air into Luke’s hole, making it fart wetly and noisily around the returning cock. “Yeh, push it out baby boy. Show it off,” Caleb growled, clearly enjoying the obscene sounds. “Make that hole talk.”
Luke was babbling incoherently, pushing back as much as he could. “Yes, fuck my pussy, ruin it, please…”
Caleb took photos as he fucked, close-ups of his thick shaft disappearing into Luke’s hole, the torn fishnets framing it, the pink cage swinging uselessly between Luke’s legs with every thrust.
“Yeh, that hole is talking tonight,” Caleb said with a low laugh as he dropped his phone and flipped Luke onto his side. He hooked one of Luke’s thick legs up in the air and slid in behind him. The new angle let him grind deep and slow at first, then build back up to hard, rhythmic thrusts. His hand roamed over Luke’s chest and the lace bralette, pinching a nipple through the fabric while he kept fucking. “Take it, slut. Stay on that dick.”
Luke could only moan and nod, the realisation hitting him hard. The cage really did make everything more intense; no thoughts about his own cock, just the relentless stretch and fullness of being used. He reached back with one hand, holding his leg higher to give Caleb better access.
Caleb kept going, then rolled them so he was fully on top of Luke in a heavy prone position, his much bigger body pressing Luke down into the mattress. The weight pinned him completely. Caleb fucked him even harder from above, hips snapping down with deep, grinding strokes that left Luke gasping for breath. “That’s it. Take all this black cock. This white boy cunt belongs to me now.”
One last deep thrust and Caleb came hard, cock pulsing, flooding Luke with thick ropes of cum. He stayed buried, grinding slow circles and milking every drop. Then he pulled out with a wet slurp and immediately started taking more photos, close-ups of Luke’s wrecked hole winking and gaping, thick white cum already leaking out and running down his taint, the torn fishnets, the soaked lace panties, the pink cage still locked and dripping.
Caleb sent several of the photos straight to his girlfriend while Luke lay there shaking. He showed Luke the screen as the replies came in.
“See? She’s already saying how hot it is. She wants more next time. Maybe a video. Maybe she watches in person. She loves seeing her man break guys like you.”
Luke could only whimper. His hole felt empty and used and perfect. His caged cock was still leaking. He had never been more turned on in his life.
Caleb tossed the phone onto the bed and collapsed half on top of him, heavy and hot.
“You’re mine now, white boy. Cage stays on until I say. You come back when I tell you.”
Luke nodded against the pillow, already knowing he would do whatever Caleb wanted. There was no going back. Topping was over for him. This was what he needed. This was what he craved.
Caleb gave his arse one lazy slap.
“Clean yourself up and get out. Text me when that pussy starts twitching again. I’ll decide if you have earned another load.”
Luke pushed himself up on shaky arms, pulled the torn fishnets and ruined lingerie back into some kind of order, and limped toward the door. His legs felt like jelly. Cum was still leaking down his thigh. The cage made every step a reminder of how useless his cock was now.
He drove home in silence, hole throbbing, mind spinning. He had tried so hard to move on, to go back to being a top, to pretend that night had not changed him. But it had. Completely. And now, dressed like a slut, locked up, freshly bred, and photographed for another man’s girlfriend, he knew he was never going back.
He was already counting the hours until Caleb would let him return.
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