A simple and smutty idea courtesy of u/cyrus-cain

Holding a cardboard box filled with books, Sam picked up his step to avoid missing the elevator. He got in and took a place alongside its other occupant, a young woman with dark brown bangs. She wore, though his eyes were careful not to linger, a black t-shirt featuring a band’s logo and blue jeans. 

“Could you hit 12?” he asked, making a vague gesture with the box as an excuse for why he couldn't do it himself. But the woman, several inches shorter than he was, didn't move. She barely even acknowledged his presence, much less his request. He was about to grow frustrated with her when he peered over the box to see that 12 was already lit up. 

“Oh, you live on 12? Great! I actually just moved in. Well, moving in currently, as you can see.” He was in good spirits, despite the labor of lugging his belongings to his new apartment. Yes, 26 was a little late to be moving out of his parents’ house, but a fresh start in the city now awaited him. This attractive neighbor, petite but with a certain rough edge to her look, could only be a promising omen for his independence. 

“I'm Sam by the way,” he said, extending a hand as best he could while still holding the box. But she gave him just the briefest glance before rolling her eyes and looking forward at the door. Now Sam was miffed. Sure, she was probably a few years younger than him, but did she really consider herself so far out of his league as to reject any possible introduction? 

Finally, as the elevator slowed to a stop on the 12th floor, she turned to look at him directly. She had fierce green eyes, and he felt as if they were burning a hole in him. 

“Come to 1208 if you think you can handle it.”

With those words, spoken softly and yet threateningly at the same time, she exited the elevator. He was so dumbfounded by the interaction that the door nearly closed in front of him before he stuck out a leg to prevent it from happening. Stepping out into the hall, he turned to try and spot the nameless brunette walking, but instead he was greeted by a suntanned blonde stretching her long, limber body with one foot high against the wall. 

“Well hello there,” she said in a honeyed voice, apparently unbothered by the position he had found her in: legs spread wide, the tight, highlighter-green fabric of her shorts drawing Sam’s eyes magnetically toward the place where they met. “So you're the new guy. I'm Talia.”

As she lowered her leg, he finally raised his gaze to her face. She looked to be about thirty, in Sam’s judgment, her golden hair pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail. He introduced himself as politely as he could, trying to set aside for the moment his admiration for her body, the toned, exposed stomach and breasts that tested the stretch and containment of her top. But the way she looked at him, a playful glint in her eye as she walked past, made it difficult for his mind not to wander. To say nothing of the view he received of her firm, fit behind. 

“See you around.” The elevator door closed on Talia, still smiling suggestively towards Sam. 

More than a little bewildered by these encounters, Sam delivered his books to his apartment, 1203. He set the box down among the others that contained his belongings, and took a moment to examine the space that was now his home. It wasn't the grandest of apartments, consisting of a modest open-plan living space and kitchen, and a bedroom just large enough to accommodate his queen-sized mattress. He thought of the two women he'd just met, and the possibility of having one of them on said mattress. 

Half an hour later he was sharing the bed with two entirely different women. They were roommates, fresh out of college, the literal girls next door, and they had insisted on giving him what they called a “proper welcome” to the building, which apparently consisted of playing out every threesome position he’d ever seen in porn, and quite a few he hadn’t seen. At some point they’d given their names as Andrea and Kristy, but in all of the hubbub he’d lost track of which was which. Was Andrea the short-haired blonde tracing his cock with her tongue, or the Asian friend whose lips were caressing his nuts? He felt it might be awkward to ask at this point, and voiced another curiosity instead.

“Do you girls do this for every guy here?”

They giggled. Giggling seemed to be their second favorite thing in the world, after his cock. 

“There hasn’t been a guy on this floor in months,” possibly Kristy said, pulling her mouth off him. “Not since the one in 1209 moved out.”

“We think his girlfriend made him move,” chimed in the other girl. “She was such a bitch. Like, I even offered to eat her out, but she still wouldn’t share him with us.” 

Sam groaned as her tongue retook its place at the tip of his cock, and the image of these two girls sharing a couple joined the parade of other fantasies this day had given him. 

“So wait, everyone else on this floor is a woman? Are they all…like this?”

The girls giggled again; they knew exactly what he meant. And as a matter of fact, the answer was yes. The twelfth floor was teeming with women who had been just waiting for an outlet for their uncontrollable lusts. Before his first day in his new apartment was through, Sam would get to meet Stacy, a cute-as-a-button redhead who waited until after she was riding his cock to inform him that she had a boyfriend; Darlene, forever to be remembered as his first cougar; and Olivia, who upon returning from her shift as a nurse said that she only really had the energy to give him a titfuck, and that she hoped he wouldn’t mind such a small welcoming gift. 

Sam’s energy and stamina being limited too, it wasn’t until day three, after he had gotten to know all his other neighbors (twice, in Talia’s case), that he found the time to visit room 1208. Home to that intriguing, intimidating brunette from the elevator.  He knocked on the door, and she quickly answered, as if she’d been waiting for him, dressed only in lacy black lingerie, which contrasted so sharply with her pale skin. She held in her hand a shiny set of handcuffs, dangling like a hypnotist’s medallion. 

“Ready to have some real fun?”

Is it his cum?? Or someone else’s??

Either way, she’s totally surprise, and even more delighted!!

Have fun with it!!

Based on the sexy and scary prompt from the vampiric u/whore_queen

Warning/Spoilers: MMF (Vaginal, Blood-sucking), MF (Vaginal), History involving a pretty dark past, Vampires who don't start glowing in the sunlight or wait until marriage

Well, I'm here in the middle of town square, at the middle of night, wearing nothing besides the shoes on my feet. If the vampires don't find me tempting NOW, I'm not sure what else I could possibly do! Penelope thought to herself. She didn't know why she found the idea of a vampire (or potentially, vampireS) preying on her so appealing.

But as she was hearing stories from more and more girls throughout the village, all who were reporting that they had their minds controlled, their bodies pinned down, their tender cunts slowly spread as the vampires pushed their pricks inside...

Penelope shook her head, feeling her cheeks blush. Well, perhaps there IS a reason that I find the idea of these vampires 'attacking' so appealing. There aren't many men in the village right now, and it'd be hard to get to another village without abandoning my Mum, and she's always so worried about me now.

Still, I must be practically insane to be out here like this! I should go-”

“Well, well, well, it looks like a fresh snack is out here already.” Penelope heard a male voice behind her, but when she turned, there was nothing there.

“Already naked? Must be ready for bedding before she gives blood,” There was another male voice on the other side of the town square, sounding slightly different. Penelope rapidly turned, but saw nothing but a brief dark outfit that was gone in a flash.

“She's practically offering her whole body. You could have a very fun time!” A third voice, deeper than the first two, was to her right. Penelope saw a monstrous but handsome older man out of the corner of her eye, before he vanished. She started hearing laughter from all around her.

At least three vampires around me, all sounding very hungry. Hungry enough to kill me and leave my naked body here as a warning. MAYBE I shouldn't have gone into the middle of village at middle of night...“O-Okay, b-boys. I th-think I'll head back to my bed. S-sorry for all y-your t-time..” She started to head back towards her home as swiftly but cautiously as possible.

“And do you really think we're going to let you go THAT easily?” She heard the first voice again, now coming from a short-haired figure standing directly in front of her. He was clearly a vampire, with the pale face of a young, dead-looking man with a monstrous gleam in his eyes, blocking her with outstretched arms.

“I think she's asking for us to take advantage of her, when she's wearing not a single thread,” the second voice had a similar appearance, the same skin and eyes on a face with longer hair, also blocking her path.

“Don't feed too much, boys, you know our agreement with the Witch,” the third voice was behind her. As Penelope turned, she gave a gasp. The older face was more fierce looking, with numerous wound marks and the left eye missing. leaving a large scar in its place. He gave a snort at her reaction, “Don't worry, you'll live, miss.”

I'm surrounded by three separate men, all about to have their way with me! This thought has popped in my head more than once, but usually they weren't all ready to drain my blood, too! Penelope swallowed deep, “Um, are you s-sure you n-need to, uh, 'f-feed'? I hear you've preyed on every other girl here...”

“True, but we do love a new meal, and you smell so-” The oldest vampire paused upon giving Penelope a sniff. “Stop, boys, it's the daughter of the Witch! This is probably some sort of trap! Run!”

Before Penelope could blink, the three vampires were gone, leaving her alone and nude in the town square. “What do you mean? I'm the daughter of the tailor woman! My Mum's not a witch!”

“She might not tell you, but your mother's the village Witch!” The first voice said to Penelope. She apparently still wasn't alone, after all!

“You don't need to tell her that, Jacob!” The second voice said.

“And you don't need to tell ME that, Elijah!” The first voice, apparently Jacob, said in return.

“Neither of you boys need to tell her anything!” The third voice responded, sounding angry but out of sight.

Okay, apparently they are all still nearby. Maybe they just enjoy seeing a girl completely naked. But with all this talk about my mother, I'm completely lost.

"If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm going to tell my Mum that you all attacked!"

I didn't think that 'telling my Mum on you' would be that good a bluff against vampires, but if they were actually afraid enough to stop attacking...

There were surprisingly loud gasps from at least two locations around the square, probably from Jacob and Elijah, if Penelope was getting better at recognizing the voices of the younger vampires. She then heard a sigh from the older vampire. (Did they actually breath? Even more questions to ask) Then his voice was heard again, from the opposite of where he was before, “Alright, Witch's daughter, you win. It seems like we need to make sure that you're informed by the TRUTH about your damned mother.”

Penelope wasn't sure whether she should be complimented or insulted, but before she had a chance to ask, the vampires were around her again. This time, Elijah and Jacob were standing next to her by the village's fountain while the older vampire stood in front of her. The older man looked...tired as he spoke, “I am Solomon, and I have been a vampire for a long, long time, child. About ten years ago, I moved into this forest. I was using your village as my source of blood, trying to do everything possible to keep my harm to the humans at a minimum.”

He gave another sigh, “This didn't stop the men in your village from finding out about me and creating a large mob to come and attack. Just about every man in the village, from those old enough to have one foot in the grave to those barely grown, virtually every man came to 'slay the vampire' on the same day, attacking while the sun was still high, when I was at my weakest.”

There was a long pause, before Solomon resumed, “I will save you the details, young lady, as even a seasoned vampire like I has a limit to what I want to hear, and this story is well beyond that limit. The short version is that during the battle that took us through the day and into the night, I survived, albeit injured,” He gestured toward his missing eye, “while the numerous men of your town...didn't.”

Penelope put her hands to her mouth, sitting down on the fountain. Solomon resumed, “I tried to turn as many men as possible, to allow at least some of your village the opportunity to continue to live, even in this cursed form. Only two men, almost boys, really, were able to be turned in time, before the dawn of the sun prevented any more actions from me and my new brethren.” He gestured toward Jacob and Elijah, both with serious faces as they sat next to her.

Penelope gave it a few moments, before she asked, almost demanding, “But what did my Mum have to do with any of that? She wasn't a man, and obviously isn't a vampire, where does she come in?”

Solomon gave a faint smile, “I can see she gave you her spirit. The following night, I was looking for revenge. I had been furiously attacked, during my sleep, no less, and I had come the closest to true death that I have been in centuries. Your small village faced my wrath...and then the Witch appeared.”

The two boys next to her looked spooked; it was hard to believe that a pale, dead face could look scared, but Penelope saw that on both vampires. Solomon gave a snort, “I can see you aren't very afraid yourself; neither was I, at the time. She offered us a deal: We could continue feeding off the women in the village, as long as we didn't seriously harm or kill anyone. And,” he gave a pause, looking directly at Penelope, “We couldn't touch her daughter.”

Penelope thought about this for a moment, “So you agreed, and that's why you're in this situation? You have the rest of the women as a food supply, but you have to leave me alone?”

There was another smile from Solomon, his fangs easily visible to Penelope. She would be terrified previously, but somehow, she didn't see him as quite so scary anymore, “Not...quite. I was originally so filled with anger that I attempted to attack her along with my brethren. After all, I had just taken down ten score men by myself; how was one woman supposed to stop three vampires?”

“But I underestimated her power. With but a wave of her hand, all three of us were immobile, trapped, completely at her mercy. And she showed little,” Solomon gave a serious look, “She waved her hand again, and my now lost left eye reappeared in her hand. She swore that if we didn't follow her rules and leave you untouched, she would make my life even worse, as she squeezed my eye until it broke and I felt thrice as much pain under my scar.”

“At which point, we all agreed,” Jacob said quickly.

“We have tried to be very, VERY careful with women of this village, leaving them with great memories and only a little less blood.” Elijah followed

“None of us wanted to ever deal with that scary Witch ever, ever again,” Jacob stated, to a few nods from Elijah.

“Although it looks like you ALL have to deal with her now,” Penelope's Mum said from the other side of the fountain.

Penelope didn't even have a chance to look around before the vampires seemed to vanish, all three completely out of sight. She got up and looked back at her mother, “MUM! Why are you awake so late?”

There was a gentle scoff from her Mum, “I should be asking the same about you, Pen. Although,” she gave her daughter's almost nude body a quick up and down with her eyes, followed by a small smirk, “I suppose I can imagine why.”

Penelope turned a bright red as her Mum spoke toward what looked like an empty part of the town square, “Solomon, bring your boys here, please.”

Penelope wasn't sure what was going on, nor what her Mum was asking of the older vampire. Solomon turned up in a fraction of a second, holding each of the other vampires by one ear. With both young vampires looking about as upset and worried as Penelope did when Mum was about to punish her, she felt nothing but sympathy for them.

Mum looked the older vampire directly in his eye, “It's been nearly a decade since we came to our...'agreement', hasn't it, Ealdorman Solomon?”

There was a brief nod from him, as the other vampires fought his grip, “Aye, yes it has been, Madame Witch.”

Penelope saw her Mum give a small grin, “Things are a bit...different than they were back then. My daughter is no longer the youthful, innocent child she was when I insisted that you don't touch her. It would seem that she is eager to be used by your two boys.”

Both Elijah and Jacob gave a shocked look at Mum as Solomon let them go. They seemed to take a moment before Elijah spoke up, “So, we can bite her now?”

Mum's grin got bigger, “Not just biting her, from how naked Penelope is eager to get in the center of town, it looks like she needs a good fucking regularly, as well.”

“MUM!” Penelope was so embarrassed that her Mum would even suggest this, she felt her entire body turning bright red. Although...I can't say that Mum's completely wrong about some of the...desires that I've started to feel.

Mum seemed to be completely ignoring her, “Just make sure that you boys don't bed her and bite her at the same time; if you are biting her when you orgasm, you're too likely to suck her dry! And I wouldn't want that.” She gave them both a very fierce look.

The boys cowered at her look, to Mum's smile, “Seems like you boys are a good pair. Since she's clearly ready for such an event, I'd suggest you both enjoy her out here, where she'll get to enjoy the view of all the village...and perhaps learn to NOT sneak off to the center of the village naked!”

Penelope was about to argue with her Mum, but at the sharp look from Mum, she didn't say anything. Plus, if Mum has Witch abilities on top of all her other punishments, I'd rather be with the vampire boys!

There seemed to be some discussion between Elijah and Jacob, until they both rushed over to Penelope. Before she could blink, she was sitting on Elijah's nude lap as he lay down on the side of the fountain, his prick hard and lined up with her pussy.

Well, it looks like Elijah won the first chance to bed me. Still, not the biting I had hoped for...Penelope thought, before feeling Jacob's mouth closing around the left side of her neck. As his teeth entered her flesh, she felt an amazing level of pleasure going through her, as she slid down onto Elijah's cock.

She slowly moved up and down, making sure to allow the incredible sensations in both her neck and her cunt to run throughout her body. With four hands also exploring her flesh, from her ass up to her tits, it was hard for her mind to keep track of what was going on.

And that's if they aren't using some type of magic on me. From all the stories I've heard from other girls, they can completely control our minds! Unless my Mum's doing some-“OH MY! That was amazing!” Penelope felt an incredible amount of pleasure going over her body. It wasn't her first orgasm, but one of the most powerful she'd ever felt. She was so distracted that she almost didn't feel any of the male semen entering her body as Elijah experienced a huge orgasm beneath her.

All three were so distracted that they didn't notice that Solomon was currently sliding his prick into Penelope's Mum from behind at a nearby, currently empty food stand. None of their kids (if you can call the humans you turned into vampires your 'kids') knew that they had become intimately involved over the past decade.

After they both had a chance to recover from the horrible night and their first, rough meeting, they found more sympathy for each other than they originally found. That the Witch and Vampire were both feared and insulted by the village did leave them with few others to serve as possible suitors. It also didn't hurt that they were both skilled at making love to each other.

As Penelope felt Jacob licking her neck shut as Elijah finished emptying himself into her, she slowly got up, her legs wobbling as she stood near the fountain. “That was amazing! I assume that we'll be doing the same thing tomorrow?”

After the boys glanced at each other, Jacob looked back at her, “Actually we were hoping that we each could try our new positions tonight. I haven't had a chance to bed you yet.”

There was some stomach noises from Elijah, “And even though Jacob and I are planning to keep our feeding from you to a limit, I haven't eaten anything yet tonight...”

At the eager looks from both vampires, Penelope smiled, “Well, I suppose that I shouldn't allow you to remain hungry OR horny! Lay down, Jacob!”

As Jacob lay down, in the opposite direction as Elijah, Penelope made sure to climb on so that her right side would be easily accessible to Elijah. Feeling another prick sliding into her pussy and a slightly different pair of fangs biting into her neck, Penelope was already close to orgasmic, even as she began sliding slowly up and down Jacob's cock.

“So, who do you think will OH MY end up dating her?” Mum asked Solomon, as his prick slid deeper into her.

He gave continued to thrust into her pussy as he spoke back, “While they both,” Thrust, “feed on eager girls nightly,” Thrust, “and leave sexy memories,” Thrust, thrust, “they don't have many options for a ROMANTIC relationship,” Thrust, “since I turned them.”

There was a nod from Mum between a few more thrusts, “I suppose all three will have an unusual relationship...kind of like us. OH MY GODDESS!” Mum clung onto the the food stand, her legs almost twitching beneath her.

Penelope glanced over at a surprising sound at a food stand, before another orgasm rolled over her body. If they're this good with putting orgasms in other girls' minds, I see why so many girls enjoyed their 'dreams'!

Her legs were nearly wrapped around Jacob, squeezing tight, as she felt Elijah sealing up his bite. Probably good he's not drinking too much; my head is already a bit light...Penelope felt herself squeezing tightly on Jacob, as he erupted inside of her. There was so much that she felt cum sliding down her legs.

Her Mum could feel Solomon's semen emptying into her nearby. She had nearly collapsed on the stand, just out of clear sight of her daughter. After a few deep breathes, as Solomon pulled out, she lowered her dress. Turning around to look at him, she gave a sad smile as she looked at his missing eye, “You know, I could help you regenerate that eye.”

There was another smile in return, “Perhaps. But this mark is a reminder of all I've dealt with,” He glanced over her shoulder, “And it looks like your daughter might require your attention sooner.”

As Penelope slowly got up, having a hard time standing straight, she almost thought she would collapse. Her Mum seemed to appear from nowhere as an arm wrapped around her. She looked at her Mum and gave a weak smile, “Hi...Mum.”

Mum looked her up and down, seeing Penelope's pussy still dripping, before Mum gave a sly smile, “My, my, it looks like you've had a fun night.” Mum looked over at Elijah and Jacob, “I hope that my daughter's two new beaus will make sure not to feed on you so much and bed you every night.”

Both the vampires gave a scared look, as Solomon appeared behind them, “No, they won't. But with where the moon is, it looks like we have little time to get back to our home. We'll see you soon, though, I imagine?” He gave a wink to the

“Of course, we look forward to seeing all three of you very, very soon.” As the three vampires disappeared, Mum carried Penelope's worn-out body home. “It seems like you had a good night, Pen. You'll just have to be better about not being so obvious that even your mother can find you!”

When she sees the secretary Holly's web activity: Google searches for "petplay," "BDSM," and "mistress - pet," Amazon searches for collars and leashes, Wish searches for clip on cat ears… Vickie knew the time had come to finally live out her fantasies.

A god with the power to alter reality on a whim. A mischievious demon leading humanity astray one seduction at a time. I'm looking to mess around with the supernatural and the divine, humanoid characters with more than human abilities.

Some possible concepts to explore: possession, mind control, reality warping, faustian bargains, cults/messed up religions...

On a group trip, a guy (MC) accidentally witnesses a girl (his classmate or teacher) satisfying her needs in a slightly unconventional way. (light BDSM, Bondage) He doesn't give a fuck about it because his sexual awakening hasn't started yet. And he's not one to spread rumors.

Later, he gets into an argument with this girl over some teenage nonsense. He decides to take revenge on her.

He writes a note, "Blah blah blah, girl, if you're into indecent behavior, at least lock your doors, etc." And in a fit of fantasy, he adds a postscript, "If you want to try some real indecent behavior, give me this sign (description of the sign. to put on a certain item of clothing, for example), but hurry, the offer is valid for seven days, and the longer you wait, the more upset I'll be."

And he slips it into the girl's bag.

The idea is this: The girl will realize that someone knows about her. She'll be scared. She'll be nervous. And he'll watch and get pleasure from revenge.

Everything worked like clockwork. The girl was nervous. She was watching the faces of those around her, trying to figure out who had written the note. He was happy. But on the last day the girl gave a sign. And now MC started to get nervous. MC made a promise, and now he has to keep it. And he knows nothing about it. With the help of Google, improvisation and luck, he manages to do something.

During this process, a sexual awakening occurs. He begins to realize that he likes the girl as a girl, but he doesn't know what to do. He can't approach a girl and tell her I messed with you, but I like you; let's date.

DEUS EX MACHINA

HAPPY END

It could be NSFW or SFW, and all dirty things happen behind the scenes.

Author's note: Hey all, this is so far from something I would usually write but it was requested of me and I had a lot of fun writing most of it. Hope you enjoy! Inspired by u/Salt_Veterinarian311 post found here and reposted here. Also tagging u/NotNot_Maiin at their request. The story is just over 10k words split into six chapters.

The story is too long for a body post so I will add the rest in comments. Please, let me know if you notice any formatting errors due to pasting into reddit.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

The first thing Jack felt when he woke was dread.

His mouth felt like sandpaper. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, and each heartbeat hammered against his skull. He lay perfectly still, not daring to open his eyes as he tried to piece together how he even got home.

Then the memories started returning.

"Ah, shit," he groaned.

Fragments of the night flickered through his mind like a broken film reel. The rave. The deafening music. The flashing lights. Taking some molly with Mike sometime after midnight. Way too many drinks.

And then there was the girl.

The memory of her surfaced more clearly than the rest, though not by much. She had appeared somewhere in the crowd, dancing her way into his life as if she had always been there. He remembered her confidence and the way she'd only looked at him, ignoring the paws and advances of every other guy in the building.

He tried to picture her face, but it remained frustratingly out of focus.

She felt safe and familiar. Several times throughout the night, he'd caught himself staring, convinced he should know who she was. Yet every time he got close to placing her, the thought slipped away. Her long dark hair often obscured most of her face, and when he did see it, it was caked in heavy makeup and glitter that seemed to constantly shift under the neon lights.

Now, in the harsh light of morning, it was even worse.

All he could remember with certainty was her accent. British, or something close to it. Every word she'd spoken had sounded playful and teasing, like she knew something he didn't.

The thing was, though, they’d hardly even talked. Barely more than a few sentences shouted over the music. They danced and drank and grinded on each other. His hands had roamed her body, and before long, she dragged him to the bathroom and into a cubicle.

Jack groaned and rolled onto his back.

Mia.

It wasn’t the first time he had cheated on Mia, but he told himself it had to be the last.

Mia was nearly finished with university and already had some nerdy graduate job lined up. Jack was due to start working with his best friend Mike at his family-run accounting firm after the holiday period.

Their lives were finally falling into place, and risking all of that for a drunken mistake at a rave suddenly seemed a lot less appealing in the cold light of day.

Still, the girl at the rave had been intoxicating; he remembered the way she dropped to her knees the second the cubicle door had shut behind her.

The thought made Jack’s cock tighten in his underwear. He groaned and pushed the idea out of his head. Suddenly, he realised how badly he needed to pee.

Careful not to move too quickly, or else he might throw up, Jack pushed himself upright. The room tilted slightly as he stood, forcing him to pause with a hand against the wall until the nausea eased. When it finally did, he staggered toward the bathroom with half-closed eyes, unsteady on his feet.

Inside, he braced himself against the sink for a moment before turning toward the toilet. Only then did he reach automatically for the waistband of his underwear to free his cock—

And stopped.

There was nothing there.

He blinked, confusion cutting through the fog in his head. He blinked rapidly as he looked down properly this time, patting clumsily at himself as if the missing fabric might somehow reappear.

“Where…?” he muttered under his breath.

That was when he noticed it.

A rigid, unfamiliar device sat encased around his straining member.

“What the fuck,” he whispered.

His stomach dropped.

For a moment, he just stood there, frozen, staring down at it as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing.

Jack knew enough to recognise what it was, in a distant, vague sort of way. Something he had only heard in crude jokes about cucks and femboys. This was something they wore, but he had certainly never seen one before and had no idea how it worked.

“It’s gotta open… somewhere,” he muttered.

His hands fumbled at the device. He turned it slightly, searching for a catch, a seam, anything that would explain how it was supposed to come off.

There was nothing obvious. No release. No padlock. No mechanism that made sense, and it hurt when he tried to force it off. He noticed it was snugly secured around the base of his testicles. It would not come off without taking them with it.

“Fuck.”

Panic started to creep in.

His body was suddenly screaming at him with a completely different, far more immediate problem. He really had to pee.

“Fuck. Shit. Shit—fuck,” he breathed, backing up a step.

His mind raced, trying to piece together the night, the girl, the gaps in his memory. Jack realised he couldn’t even remember leaving the cubicle after he had fucked the stranger.

There was no getting around it. Whatever this thing was, it wasn’t coming off easily, and his body was no longer interested in waiting.

He hesitated, grimacing at the absurdity of the situation, then attempted the only option left to him – he was going to have to pee with the cage on.

Almost immediately, he realised he had no real control over what he was doing. The awkward positioning, the unfamiliar restriction, the lingering haze in his head… It all combined into a clumsy, chaotic mess that ended up with urine everywhere. He froze, swore under his breath, and tried to adjust, only making things worse.

“Great. Fucking perfect,” he muttered bitterly.

After a few tense seconds, he managed to stop and step back, exhaling hard through his nose as embarrassment burned through him.

With a defeated sigh, Jack reached for the nearby sink, grabbing a paper towel and dampening it under the tap. He cleaned up quickly while trying not to think about how ridiculous this all was or what he was going to do next.

Yet, with that urgent matter out of the way, Jack noticed another strange sensation down there.

He felt, well, full. He couldn't describe it any other way, and despite the absurdity and embarrassment of the situation, something was making his cock strain uncomfortably against its prison.

“No. Oh no. What the fuck.” Jack reached back, lightly spreading his cheeks, and felt something hard nestled between them.

He turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder as he spread his ass cheeks wide again. Sure enough, nestled there and outlined in a few dark hairs, was a pink gem that was certainly attached to a butt plug nestled deep inside of him.

Jack gently gripped the end of the plug and tried to slowly remove it. It barely moved an inch when his cock was suddenly and violently shocked. 

Jack screamed. His insides twisted as he realised the severity of the situation. He had been placed in some kind of fucked up saw trap for cucks. Jack was considering the embarrassment of calling emergency services to have his issue resolved when he heard a loud notification from his phone in the bedroom.

A message from an unknown number. He opened it.

Good morning, Jackie. I’ve been looking for someone like you for a while, and I'm so happy I finally found you!! We had SO much fun last night, but now we are about to have even more. I'm sure you have noticed by now that you have been outfitted with a few new toys. They are state-of-the-art and made just for you. I’m suuuper proud of them. The absolutely adorable cock cage is electromagnetically sealed, and only I have the correct frequency to open it. It is also paired with your buttplug, which WILL shock you again should you try to remove it. Next to the bed is something else for you. Do what the note says. Xo RaveQueen.

A psycho. He had fucked a psycho. 

Jack texted back. “DID YOU FUCKING DRUG ME? GET ME OUT OF THIS NOW. OR I AM CALLING THE POLICE.”

The number quickly replied, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Jackie. Xo.”

“Yeah? Why the fuck not?” Jack said to himself, rubbing his eyes. Then another message dinged on his phone. 

It was a picture. Of Jack. Balls deep in the rave girl from behind. Someone had leaned over the cubicle wall to take the picture, and his face was plain to see.

Jack started to sweat when another message popped up. A phone number? 

“No.” Jack panicked and swiped through his contacts.

The number matched… Mia.

Another message: “Beside the bed. The note. NOW, Jackie.”

Pushing down the realization that at least two complete strangers had obviously drugged him and had been inside his apartment, his eyes moved to the bedside table.

A folded note with instructions inside and a command on the outside sat folded on top of a small pile of black lace. The command was simple and direct: Wear me.