Plugged & Paraded
Brandon waited outside Club Indulge, hands tucked in his pockets, nervous energy buzzing through him like a second pulse. He wore what she told him to wear: fitted jeans, no underwear, a tight black tee, and the discreet stainless-steel plug she’d delivered to his doorstep two hours earlier in a velvet box.
With a note:
“Wear this tonight. No exceptions. I want to feel it still warm when I take it out of you.”
He had inserted it immediately, groaning at the pressure. It wasn’t small.
Now, standing on the curb, it reminded him who he belonged to with every step, every breath, every accidental clench. He couldn’t stop leaking into the fabric of his jeans.
When Licious arrived, the world stopped turning.
She stepped out of the backseat of a black car like a panther—red leather heels, curve-hugging latex, a long trench coat cinched at the waist. Her lips were dark and glossy. Her eyes were lined to kill.
“Good boy,” she purred, pressing her body against his. Her hand slid down, palmed the bulge between his legs, and squeezed.
“Mmm,” she hissed. “I can feel it. Is it still in?”
“Yes, Goddess,” he whispered.
“Say thank you for the privilege.”
He swallowed. “Thank you, Goddess.”
“Louder.”
“Thank you for plugging my hole, Goddess.”
She kissed him hard. The doorman opened the velvet rope without a word.
Inside, Club Indulge was a neon-soaked dream—champagne and weed smoke in the air, beats pulsing like a heartbeat. Licious led him by the wrist through the crowd, but not toward the bar.
She stopped in the VIP lounge. Her favorite booth, already waiting.
She sat like a queen. He followed, the plug shifting inside him as he eased into the plush seat. He winced slightly.
She noticed.
Her hand slid onto his thigh under the table. “You feel me inside you still?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“Good.”
A server arrived. Licious ordered: two Old Fashioneds—Elijah Craig again—and a water bottle with a tiny heart drawn on the label.
She passed it to him discreetly.
“Molly,” she whispered. “Just a hint.”
Brandon drank.
The warmth bloomed in his chest, slow and blooming. The music swam through him. The plug began to feel like a heartbeat.
Her fingers stayed on his thigh, sometimes creeping closer. Teasing. Threatening.
He couldn’t sit still.
Later, they danced.
The lights cast their shadows in flickering color. Her ass ground against him. Her cock, already half-hard under her latex, pressed back into his groin. He moaned in her ear.
She turned and kissed him in full view of the club.
“You feel used yet?”
He nodded.
“You want more?”
He nodded harder.
She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out.
Back at her apartment, Licious wasted no time.
She stripped him with sharp, hungry movements, then stood behind him and pulled the plug out slowly.
Brandon moaned—half pain, half loss.
His hole pulsed open slightly. She rubbed it with her thumb.
“Mmm. Look at how perfect you’re becoming for me.”
She brought the plug to his lips.
“Clean it.”
He did, tasting his own scent, licking it clean under her gaze.
“Tonight,” she said, “I’m going to teach you the real meaning of service.”
She cuffed his wrists behind his back and led him down the hall.
The black door opened.
Inside: red lighting, leather crosses, soft fur throws, ropes, toys. Mirrors on one wall. A padded bench. Hooks. A cabinet.
A throne.
She guided him to the bench and had him bend over, securing him by wrist and ankle.
“Poppers?”
He nodded.
She held the bottle under his nose. He inhaled deep.
Then she stepped out of view.
He heard the snap of gloves. The squelch of lube. The click of heels.
Then her cock pressed into him.
No slow build this time.
She sank in one hard, steady thrust.
Brandon cried out.
She held him still.
“You’re taking it better already.”
She began to fuck him without mercy. Hands on his hips. Skin slapping skin.
“You think you’re still a top?” she moaned.
He shook his head.
She drove deeper. “Who owns this hole?”
“You do, Goddess.”
She leaned in, her chest against his back.
“And this mouth?”
“You do.”
“Say it.”
“You own my mouth and my ass, Goddess.”
She smiled.
She pulled out just before coming and fed it to him, thick and dripping. He swallowed eagerly, then licked her shaft clean.
Still hard, she mounted him again and filled his ass with her second load, deep and full.
His body shook.
Still no orgasm.
She whispered in his ear:
“Maybe next time I’ll let you cum. Maybe I won’t.”
To be continued…
