Seat of Power
As I awaited Rod’s return, I watched two or three other inmates, one white one accompanied by a guard, and otherwise some black men who appeared unescorted. All of them looked in on me and stared. Two bearded, tall kings walked by and one of them whistled low and clucked his tongue. I felt a thrill of being on display for them, and very pleased that I was attractive enough to elicit a whistle. I felt that the more attractive I could become to these men, the easier my time here would be. My penis twitched a little, and immediately the cage was obvious in its restraining. A permanent pressure that held back any attempt to send blood to the area. Each surge repelled by steel until my body abandoned the attempt. Any further arousal I presumed would be quite painful - and hoped I could train myself to stay soft. Before I knew it I had to use the bathroom - I wasn’t really sure how this was going to work but obviously I had to take my plug out. As I sat on the toilet and did so I felt a great sense of relaxation and everything passed in one go without incident. I was determined to be spotless down there so with some soap and hot water I prepared for necessary hygiene. But as I washed myself it became clear that there had been no residue whatsoever. I was completely spotless. I fingered myself and explored my hole - almost getting too carried away. Nothing at all. No trace. It smelled like - nothing? Maybe a little salty? Honestly it smelled kind of like pussy. I was bemused - the packaged meals they served must have been highly optimized for fibre. Replacing my plug, I gulped momentarily to moisten my tongue and, with my hands behind my back I knelt back down and spread my knees a little further apart. Mouth agape, head tilted, I waited.
The cell door opened. It took some effort not to look down. I heard the voice I’d become so familiar with.
“Damn, good boy, and Candy cleaned you up nice!” Rod exclaimed. “Stand up baby, let’s get a look at you.” The cell door remained open as I rose to my feet. Rod had trimmed his goatee and was wearing a grey sweatsuit with brand new kicks. I wasn’t sure where he had been besides the gym, but apparently he’d acquired new clothes. He was searching my body with his eyes as I posed for him, showing him the cage and blinking my eyelashes.
“Thank you for the makeup Daddy.” I said, “And thank you for having me caged and for sending Candy.”
“It’s for the best, boy.” Rod replied, growing ever closer. “And I love to make you pretty.” He lifted his fingers to my chin and tilted my head back and forth, inspecting the work Candy had done, which was of course flawless. “Mm.” Rod grunted. “I know you didn’t do that yourself, it's too fine. You best work to get your standard up that high cuz you look fucking pretty like this, Ash. You’re looking real feminine.” He licked his lips. I blushed and felt butterflies in my stomach as he brushed my hair back, then he pulled me in gently and we met for a deep kiss. It felt so much more tender than before. Rod caressed my shoulders and rubbed my back and squeezed my ass while he and I feverishly made out. His lips were warm and his whiskers tickled. My tongue was soft and malleable and his was strong and thick and just like the two of us the larger one embraced the smaller and together they enjoyed every part of one another. He smelled like coffee and tobacco and I felt myself melting in his arms before the kiss broke and I came back to earth. My cage was convulsing with confusion. Rod ran his hands up and along my arms, massaging my smooth skin.
“I love seeing that hourglass figure,” he said finally. I blushed harder. Despite being naked, caged, and with a butt plug in me right in front of him, I was still bashful about the silliest things. Yes, I’d always had a bigger butt. I was a skinny kid but I always wore baggy jeans to hide the extra fat there - I was very sensitive about it. My mother, who had always told me ‘God just gave you a comfier seat for sittin’, had to beg me to take swimming lessons. She insisted that I’d have fun. That nobody would notice or care and to just ignore them. I found the baggiest swimsuit I could. I felt so self-conscious that first day. I guess it showed because another kid yanked my trunks down in front of the whole class of neighborhood kids. Everyone laughed. Even the lifeguard. For the rest of the summer and well into the next school year I bore the nickname, ‘Chubby Cheeks’.
Rod walked to the bunk and reclined back on it against the wall.
“You’re turning me the fuck on, Ash honey.” He said. “Come here for a minute.” I stepped up to the bunk. “Turn around. Bend over.” I obeyed, and felt the plug tugging. It had become such a part of me up to that moment that the removal felt almost as foreign as the first insertion. With a slow slipping sound, the plug popped out and I sighed, missing the pressure on my prostate. Then I felt strong hands grab me by the hips, spin me back around, and pull me onto the mattress. He kissed me, his hand found my head and stroked my hair as his other ran down my back. Then I felt him kiss along my shoulder before he reached my neck, his hands still groping my soft white body. I hummed in pleasure and held onto his broad shoulders as tight as I could, rubbing his muscles. I couldn’t help but extend my tongue to his ear, even biting it gently as he suckled my skin around my collar. I felt the blood rush to my dick, but then stop, seemingly aware of the futility of its task. It instead hovered about and warmed my insides, my dick leaking through the cage in perpetual softness. The embrace felt safe, and comforting, and deeply romantic. The connection that my body had formed with Rod had now crossed to my mind.
“Oh daddy.” I heard myself sigh.
“Mmmm you so sweet baby.” His whisper was like silk and sent shivers down my spine. With every syllable, every movement, I was becoming enthralled with this man; mind, body, and soul. The flame of passion spread quickly. Rod ground his hips up into me, his enormous cock pivoted as he flexed it against the fabric of his sweatpants. It felt like he was smuggling a rolling pin. I was unbelievably horny but it manifested itself all over my body. The warmth deep within me was spreading until it felt like I was blushing all over. My body tingled with anticipation and I began to feel a noticeable emptiness within me. Determined to bring pleasure to Rod as he had brought pleasure to me, I started to think like a woman. Placing myself in Rod’s shoes, I thought fondly back to the most romantic and pleasurable things a woman had ever done for me. With that, I slithered down Rod’s body, and tugged his sweatpants to see his enormous cock spring upward and slap against his thigh. He pulled his sweater off and tossed it in the corner. The ebony muscles seemed to be polished and I longed to run my tongue along every inch of them. But first things were first. I planted several kisses on his chest and stomach as I lovingly stroked his cock, running my fingers all along it, stroking his balls. I kissed down the shaft and saw a drop of pre cum form at the tip. A squeezing stroke down the center bottom and the drop grew into a gob, which I retrieved with my tongue and savored before swallowing. Rod rumbled with satisfaction. I continued to kiss his cock and balls, moving further downward and kissing along his perineum when I heard Daddy say something I didn’t expect.
“Eat that ass, boy. I want to feel your devotion to me.” I looked up at him while still kissing along, before obeying his orders and extended my tongue toward the center of his firm butt. I kissed and lapped at the special soft smooth skin as I heard Rod encourage me. “Yeah that’s it. You love that, don’t you? Servicing your king by worshiping his hole. Eat me, baby. Do it. I know you want it.” I hungrily did as I was told. He was not wrong. I did like it. I did want it. Something about giving him such deep pleasure with such a deeply submissive act. I stroked his cock and fondled his balls as I tongued the hot hole. Slurping it and sucking it like I was making out withb him again. Then as naturally as anything, I began flicking my tongue up his balls and dick, and kissing him all over, drooling with arousal. I sucked the head of his enormous cock before rubbing my lips along the sides, slobbering excessively and tending to his balls, suckling them in my mouth whole and bathing them with my tongue. His groans became growls as he humped upward sporadically. I knew it was time and without taking my eyes off of his, I swung my leg over him, my cage bobbing, I mounted his hips and placed my hands on his chest. I ran my ass up and down and his cock naturally fell into the crevice like a puzzle piece. I wasn’t tall enough to reach his face without leaving his cock so instead I kissed his chest and sucked his nipples till they were hard, flicking them with my tongue.
“Oooh. That feels good, baby.” Rod said, reaching down and letting me suck his finger and thumb in total submission and delight that I had pleased him so. Then, reaching between my legs, I grabbed his monstrous dick and carefully aligned it with my now well prepared hole. Flexing outward, I spread my cheeks and lowered myself down. I felt it sink into me, the head first being swallowed before the hot hard shaft opened me up and lodged itself firmly against the button deep inside I whimpered with pleasure and clenched, which only made Daddy’s low moans grow louder.
“Yes that’s it. Fuck that’s a tight little white boy pussy.” he gasped as I slowly began to ride his massive cock, pushing myself upward as far as I could before enveloping his cock once more, firing the most fantastic of switches and driving my desire further.
“God, your cock feels so amazing!” I couldn’t help but squeak as I rode him faster before I slammed down balls deep and rocked my hips back and forth, stirring my insides and pleasuring my master.
“That’s right boy you lucky to get this black cock.” Rod groped and squeezed my ass leaving red imprints on the alabaster skin.
“Thank you Daddy for your perfect cock! I love -ngh- I love the way it feels filling me up! -Oh- Yes!” I screamed and rode him like a pornstar, rocking my head side to side as I gave myself to the nirvana of black cock. Rod seized my hips and began to thrust harder, forcing me nearly into the bunkboards above. I simply wrapped my arms and legs around his torso and clung to him as he leaned forward and began to piston his thick cock in and out of my eager hole. My eyes rolled back as he pounded me, faster and faster, new colors and worlds of music and fire danced in my vision as I was repeatedly sent reeling with each stroke. There was no time to recover from one blast of ecstasy before the next. Therefore I was awash with breaking waves of fiery pleasure. I choked and gasped and gulped but could no longer think. All I felt was the warm embrace of Rod’s strong arms, his powerful thighs jiggling my butt and the great beast of his black dick spearing into me, sending a charge of heat and tension through my entire body. He slowed and began kissing my neck, rocking our bodies back and forth as one. I breathed heavily over his shoulder and gave a coo of gratitude as he licked up and down my cheek and bit down on my ear, our bodies as close as they could ever be. Then our foreheads met and we locked eyes in passion. Each of us moving in perfect rhythm with each other. I could feel his balls press against mine as he bottomed out, the head buried deep within me flexing in the folds of my guts, which hungrily convulsed with suction attempting to draw the cock even deeper into my body. I wanted him to kiss me. I bit my lip and licked them, looking at him with a lonely expression to make him want to comfort his boy. It seemed to work and he moved in and pressed his own mouth to mine. I gratefully accepted his tongue and returned his kiss deeply. The fervor rose within me as pressure built. I tensed and clenched but Daddy forced his cock past it and continued to fuck me. With a shrill whimper I began to seize and cum, enormous explosions within me had no outlet and only ricocheted about, setting off further fireworks as I cried in pleasure. Rod’s pace quickened, I could feel his cock swell and he let out a yell.
“Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum. Take it deep, baby, yeah.” Rod sputtered as I gave slutty yelps from above, rocked in the thralls of my own anal orgasm.
“Yes please, Daddy!” I said with a whorish fry in my voice, “I want to feel you fill me up with that hot sticky load. I want all of it inside of me!” I returned Daddy’s pounding rhythm before with one final mighty stroke I felt the heat within. Rivers of goo snaked throughout every crevice within like tendrils of smoke. It swelled and swelled until I was sure I would explode and then just when I thought I literally could not take another drop, Rod began to pull his cock out, slowly, still very firm, it began to slide out of me. For reasons that seemed obvious to me then and there, I did not want that cock to leave. I clenched hard and sat down on him, holding the cock firm as his cum saturated my guts. I held him close and hummed in satisfaction. Rod laughed softly.
“Mmm my boy learns so well so fast.” He said with a smile. “What a good little white boy you are, living your purpose.” He kissed me on the top of my head and I gave a burble of happiness. I’d just had the best sex of my entire life, and it felt like a blindfold taken off. Spooning his hulking form I curled up on top with his cock planted inside me. I wanted to become a part of him and wriggled ever closer. Everything felt so wonderfully at peace. We could have been anywhere in the world from a Manhattan penthouse to bare ground at a campfire. I didn’t care. I was in the arms of my perfect lover. I’d been wholly converted - If I ever even had been straight to begin with. Clearly I was a natural cock whore, and I couldn’t see myself as the dominant part of a sexual relationship ever again. It was a perspective that only made me feel better and safer. I truly felt like I belonged.
“I love you, Daddy.” I heard myself whisper. Rod squeezed my shoulders and kissed me again.
“Yeah.” he said with the rumbling satisfaction of an alpha lion, “I know you do baby.” And it was all I needed to hear from him. Because as I lay there, in total view of anyone passing the cell, cock firmly lodged in my dripping ass, falling asleep in the arms of the man who found me and made me who I was, I felt so very very loved.
Ooh. Ah. Oh baby. Mm yes fuck me good. My dream was of a cock forcing its way into my waiting hole and pumping away in total disregard for my own pleasure. I was so turned on and gave myself up very willingly, hunching over and raising that booty up. As the dream gave way to reality it became apparent that was exactly what’d happened. Rod had awoken before I and, his cock already planted where it belonged, he naturally began to fuck me. Roused from my slumber, our eyes met and he deeply kissed me as he began to pump in and out. I grunted into his mouth before breaking the kiss and panting with pleasure. In an instant, Rod rolled us over and had me on my back, thrusting into me as I lay back and took his dick, letting him use my hole as he pleased for his own sexual gratification. As I saw his eyes twitch and his jaw clench I felt so wonderfully delighted at how well my body gave my partner pleasure. My caged cock bounced up and down like a trailer padlock and I reached my arms around Rod’s neck, pulling myself up to him. Next a great swooping motion had me in the air and Rod was standing, holding me by the thighs and fucking me. My legs bounced helplessly in the air as my mouth hung open, I was so turned on I couldn’t hold back and came almost right away. Just from being used like this as though I was a fleshlight on his nightstand. From such a beautiful night of lovemaking to a raw, rough, fuck. I squeaked and chittered with continuous joy while Daddy fucked me. The slutty enthusiasm seemed to drive him wild.
“Mm! Yeah you love taking that cock don’t you? Fuckin slut for big black dick!” he grunted.
“Oh yes Daddy I love it! I love your big black cock it feels so fucking good I want you to breed me. Pump me full of that hot load, Daddy. Gimme those babies!” I talked as dirty as I dared.
“Oh fuck!” Rod yelled and, somehow his reservoirs had been entirely refilled while we slept as I could feel my ass swelling full again.
“Uh!” was all I could say as the magma inside flowed freely, my legs were wrapped tightly around Rod’s waist still and I slowly relaxed as he lay me back down on the bed. My muscles did not respond and I collapsed feeling like jelly. He very gently withdrew and, had I the strength, I would have fought again to keep that cock in me. I gave a whimper and pouted when he pulled out and then moaned as I felt his load running out of me, down my crack and onto the bed. I reached down and scooped it with my fingers, it was so hot it could have been steaming. Desperate for any piece of my master I sucked and lapped the hot jizz from my fingers, savoring Daddy’s sweet taste and licking my lips. Rod smiled broadly.
“Oooh you like the taste of Daddy’s cum huh? Good boy.” Rod said, satisfied.
“Mm-hmm” I hummed, still suckling the last of his cum from my fingers. Moments later I felt the plug I had grown so accustomed to return to my hole and seal it for later use. It was a poor substitute for the master's throbbing cock. The cell door, still open, now framed a uniformed guard.
“Ahem.” he said awkwardly. He was holding a brown paper parcel. “Mail delivery. Rodriguez, Ikenna.” Rod wordlessly accepted the package and the guard tottered off. I still could not quite understand the dynamic here. Most of the guards I’d seen were white. One was Latino I think and one I saw in the booth looked Korean or something. They didn’t seem to be totally subservient to the black inmates - I wasn’t sure how that would work - but they didn’t seem to be particularly strict with them, appearing to let them move about as they pleased. There was something very fishy about the arrangement, and the more I considered it the more I began to think that this was perhaps a very isolated place with a very particular way of doing things. Maybe they had made a deal to keep the peace with gangs on the inside and on the out. The black gangs may get ceded control of this camp or this institution and the whites or Latinos or other racial gangs perhaps negotiated other parts. I guess I just happened to get the short end of the stick. Alternately, I had been locked in a cruel reality television show and any minute now the walls would go up, lights come on, a studio audience would all chant something in unison and I’d get voted off before finding myself alone in an LA alleyway with a bus ticket, my shoes in a bag, and videos of me getting blacked all over the internet. I wasn’t sure if that would be much worse than years of prison as a racially repressed sex slave or not. I didn’t think about it too hard.
Rod opened up the large flatpack. It was about the size of a small coffee table and I was unsure what on earth he would have posted to a prison cell. To my great surprise (not to mention the surprise that anything in here could still surprise me) Rod pulled out a small set of tools and a bag of metal parts. We sure had come a long way from nail files in cakes, I thought. Then he pulled out some planks, straps, and metal poles. I was very confused. He also pulled out a folded white sheet of paper. The guard was still standing there. Rod looked the page over, then without looking at him he muttered at the guard.
“Okay yeah send them in.” he said, folding the paper back up. The guard curled his lips and whistled loudly. About eight seconds later I could faintly hear rapid footsteps in the corridor. They grew louder and next thing I knew a white, stout looking inmate in a very tight set of purple scrubs snapped to attention next to the guard. They were even shorter than I was, but very muscular. Their skin was deeply tanned and they had blonde hair that had been dyed a shade of pink, parted on the side and combed neatly into a small pompadour, with a beauty mark on their cheek. I also noticed they were wearing mascara and lipstick. If I didn’t know better they could have been a semi-butch lesbian. Not long after, a second white inmate appeared next to the first holding another package, larger than the first, above their head, and my jaw fell open. The second inmate was almost entirely identical. Literally the only difference I could discern was this inmate was wearing pink scrubs and had her blonde hair dyed purple; the inverse of their twin.
“Pinko, Perp, get it.” Rod said. And the two inmates sprang into action. Obediently scurrying past Rod they seized the tools and parts and began to busily fashion them together. They were obviously highly organized and before long it began to take shape. It was furniture - perhaps obviously. It looked to be a black wooden chair with metal legs and an open strap seat. But for whatever reason there was a large harness underneath it and a long mat that extended out front. Pinko (who I assumed had the pink hair) and Perp (who to my best guess had the purple hair) finished very quickly, and then set onto the other package with equal urgency. Their squat bodies and bulging arms flexed and twisted as they worked. It was actually rather arousing to watch their round butts balloon as they bent over low to get to something, or their v-shaped hard groin muscle peek out as they reached high above their heads. Soon the second package was open and assembled, it was impossible to interpret what it was until the last large piece had been placed and its form was revealed, even if it took me a second to connect my vocabulary to what I was seeing, but if my history terminology was correct, I was looking at what was once known as “the stocks”. A large hinged thick slab of wood was sliced lengthwise with two equal sized holes spaced evenly on either side of a larger one in the center. It was raised to just over waist height and had a looped latch on the closing end of the wood. There was also a wooden platform behind that supported the victim, which made it seem less harsh as they would therefore not be forced to stand while restrained, but it did not appear to be designed for comfort - more like… utility. The new additions to the cell were shocking and I just sat there on the bed, watching in awe. The guard had since departed and Rod was admiring the new setup with a satisfied expression, his hands on his hips.
“Good job girls.” he said. The twins beamed. Then, though he was still naked, Rod crossed the cell and fished about in his discarded sweatpants. He pulled out a small baggie. It was full of a grayish crumbly stuff. He also pulled out a ziploc with two tiny brown glass bottles, and finally he went to the bunk, reached his arm deep within the confines of his mattress, and pulled out a shrink wrapped, brand new silicone double dildo with two veiny ends - chocolate black of course. Bestowing these gifts upon the twins, they chittered with happiness and stooped over in respect repeatedly, kissing Rod all over his hands and arms and then his stomach and waist and around his cock. I felt my face grow hot and a fire in my eyes. Was I jealous? Damn right I was. I’m sitting right here and they’re making moves on my man! I was about to stand up and put a stop to things but the twins didn’t go any further than kisses, soon backing out of the cell with obsequious bows the entire way. I heard them scuttle away giggling, patting each other on the butt. Rod watched them as they went and then turned around slowly. He must have seen my wide bright eyes because his expression softened considerably from its arrogant expression.
“Oh honey, sweetie pie. Don’t worry.” He said smiling with kind eyes, and he crossed to me and stood me up and rubbed my shoulders and arms before hugging me tight and then kissing me. I felt so much better right away as I leaned into the kiss and gave a musical hum before he broke the smooch and then gave me another peck on the forehead. “Those aren’t for you.” he pointed to the stocks. “That’s just some of Daddy’s training equipment he’s going to need later. You’ve been such a good white boy you don’t need any punishment at all.” I grinned. If I’d had a tail it would have been wagging like crazy. He smiled at me again. Then kissed me on the forehead. Then the cheek, then he kissed me on the lips, and we stared at each other for a moment. He kissed me again. And again. And then he began to make out with me furiously, running his hands up and down my bare body as I licked and sucked and smooched back trying to keep up with his feverish mouth. He pushed me back and we fell again onto the bed, our bodies entangling and him squeezing and groping my soft flesh all over. His cock grew hard and I stroked it, breathing heavily into his ear. He seized my plug and it popped out with a sound that echoed through the cell. It was replaced in an instant with the full length of his steely cock and I screamed in pain as it speared deep into my guts. Daddy flipped me over while remaining deep within me, twirling my legs around like I were made of rubber, and began to pound into me. This was pure, raw, lustful fucking and I felt every forceful pounding of pleasure as the pain faded and the pressure began to build. I just groaned into the mattress, drooling and gurgling with delight and letting my daddy have his way with my slutty body. I wanted him to take me totally and completely. I wanted to become his. Daddy reached around and grabbed my balls and squeezed. The pain was nearly unbearable but his warm strong hand was so perfect and so comforting I could only press into him further as my cock strained against its cage trying once again to break the dam, but it of course held and I could only feel the pain of my testicles mesh and finally become synonymous with the satisfaction of my Daddy’s firm grip. He was taking what was his - he really owned me. I mewled and squeaked and made some of the sluttiest noises I could imagine, bathing in the black god’s aura of total superiority. Daddy did not last nearly as long this time - I doubt he was interested in prolonging anything. I’d turned him on and he wanted to cum. To bust a nut in his boytoy and I was only too happy to oblige. I felt so incredibly proud that I could arouse my Daddy like that, and it made me feel ever sexier and girlier which only turned him on more and the cycle continued. His last few pumps deposited his load and he let out a great hush, laying down on top of me. I purred contentedly as he lay kisses across my back and neck before nuzzling into me again. We lay there. I didn’t care for how long. I was in heaven. It took a rapping sound on the cell bars to bring me back down again. I looked over. Rod had fallen asleep. There in the door, tall and broad, stood a black prison guard. His uniform looked a lot different than the other prison guards. They wore a sort of khaki color. This uniform was a crisp navy blue like a cop’s, with a different logo on the shoulder and stripes on his sleeves. A shiny gold badge in contrast to the silver ones the other guards wore distinguished him further as some sort of authority figure. More questions about the workings of the prison whirled about my mind until I was distracted by the taut, well cut uniform and the very good idea it gave me of the body underneath - toned and stable like a hickory tree. I froze, entirely unsure what to do, wake up daddy? Address the guard? I shifted my gaze to the floor, careful not to stare too long at the officer.
“Everything in order here then.” he spoke with a syrupy baritone, smiling to himself. It wasn’t a question. I remained quiet. He pulled a long baton from his belt and tapped again on the bars. It made a much louder noise. The cell was still open - he could have just walked in. Rod stirred awake and rolled off of me. My mouth eked out a whiny blep as I felt his cock slip out again. The cum had long been absorbed. To my pleasure Rod did not forget to replace it and I felt the plug once again fill the void where my master belonged. I was truly grateful for it - I couldn’t bear having to walk around without something inside of me - I guessed it was the closest I could get to being penetrated by Daddy without being privy to the real thing. The guard waggled a finger at Rod, beckoning him over. The two men spoke in hushed tones, Rod seemed slightly annoyed, but the guard was firm, and Rod seemed to reluctantly agree to something.
“Well we’re not doing it here.” I heard him say finally. “And Ash isn’t getting involved.” he pointed to me. I blushed curiously and looked on. The guard looked me up and down.
“Oh yes he is.” The guard said. “That’s one fine ass piece you got there Roddy, it’ll make ‘em feel real welcome to see another boy. That way he’ll think it ain’t so bad.”
“I thought we was tryin’ to break a spirit, not negotiate a deal.” Rod grumbled.
“It’s both nigga” the guard said, leaning now against the door and fiddling with his baton. “Bring that too.” he pointed the baton toward the stocks. “That’ll make him the star of the show. Get going.” and with that he wheeled around and off he walked with a casual gait, twirling his baton. Rod watched him go with a cold expression. I desperately wanted to ask him what that all had meant, but I had no idea. A white inmate, chubby and wearing a set of chains with a soother strapped into his mouth, came wandering by holding a trash bag.
“You.” Rod pointed to him. The inmate stopped and bowed low, quivering slightly. Rod then pointed into the cell to the set of stocks. “Carry. Follow. You too baby, put on your new clothes and come with us..” As the inmate obediently hoisted the stocks and huffed and puffed, carrying them out into the hall and waiting for Rod, I hopped up and pulled the short shorts on, they hugged my curves and let the orbs of my butt hang out, jiggling as I walked. It secured the butt plug very firmly in place and my caged dick formed a small rounded bulge at the front. For my entire life, I would’ve rather died than wear such a garment in front of anyone, but now all I wanted was to please my Daddy who I loved so, and I knew he loved my boy butt, so now I loved my boy butt too. I glanced in the mirror and to my surprise and delight most of my makeup had actually survived being kissed, licked, and ground against the mattress. I did have to blend a little foundation and I reapplied my lipstick. I smacked and checked them before watching Daddy pull on a pair of scrubs but to my delight he stayed shirtless. I pulled the crop top over my head and, my bare feet slapping on the painted concrete, I quickly followed my master out the door and down the hallway - in the opposite direction of the showers. I wondered silently where we were going but didn’t worry too much. As we passed the other cells I couldn’t help but steal glances through the bars. Some were empty and open, some were shut with a sleeping inmate, and others still had a strange collection of implements or odd furniture like what we’d just received. Then it appeared. The chair - it was identical to the one that the twins had just put together. However, it was clearly in use. A burly black man, completely naked, was leaning back relaxing, his enormously thick hog hanging proudly in between his spread legs. Feet firmly planted on the floor as he read a book. This was not the sight that stood out - what was most obvious was the svelte, smooth, caged white body lying supine underneath on the long mat. His head was strapped underneath the seat and secured facing upward, and he appeared to be squirming feverishly. I saw his cage bounce and flex. It was different from mine - pink and plastic and I could tell he had been leaking for some time as he humped the air desperately. I understood right away; he was eating out his master. Worshiping his hole as the mighty dom relaxed and read, his boytoy simply a robotic tongue sybian. I was captivated but Daddy kept up the pace. The stocks hadn’t been for me, but this… throne of domination. This seat of power. Was I destined for that? I felt a great giddiness and couldn’t help but get very horny imagining it. My master’s arm brushed against my shoulder. Then I felt it again. I smiled and reached up and placed my hand in his palm. He squeezed tightly and enveloped my entire hand with his own. It felt warm and safe and I looked up at him with lust and care in my eyes and we strolled, hand in hand down the hallway toward whatever new prop or activity awaited us in this strange new world.
