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Part 4…

The rest of that week blurred into a haze of aching denial and stolen moments of edging in secret, my mind replaying Tina’s cruel commands over and over. Every twitch of my sore little dick reminded me of her control, the way she’d yanked me back from the edge, leaving me leaking and desperate. I cooked dinner that night with one hand trembling on the counter, the other sneaking strokes when she wasn’t looking, but she caught me every time, slapping my wrist and whispering,

“Not yet, little brother. Earn it.”

We ate in tense silence, her foot teasing my crotch under the table, pressing just enough to make me squirm, my balls throbbing with unspent need. By bedtime, I was a wreck, collapsing into exhausted sleep, dreaming of her laughter and the strap-on’s unyielding thrust.

*****

The following weekend dragged me out of my isolation with a buzz from my phone. Tina’s text lit up the screen: ‘Meet me at the downtown sex shop, 2 PM sharp. Don’t keep me waiting.’

My stomach twisted, a mix of dread and forbidden excitement flooding me. The shop, I knew it from whispers, a dingy place with porn booths and glory holes in the back, where shame and lust collided in the dim light. I shouldn’t go, but her pull was magnetic, drawing me into the web of humiliation I both hated and craved.

I arrived early, heart pounding as I pushed through the door into the haze of latex and lubricant smells. Racks of toys and lingerie loomed like accusations, and a few strangers browsed, their eyes flicking over me curiously. Tina was already there, smirking in a tight black top that hugged her curves, her jeans low on her hips. She grabbed my arm without a word, nails digging in just enough to sting, and dragged me toward the counter where a leather-clad woman stood, mid-thirties, all curves poured into a corset and thigh-high boots, her lips painted blood red.

“Hey, this is my little brother,” Tina announced loudly, her voice dripping with amusement. “He’s got a tiny dick problem, and I need the smallest chastity cage you’ve got. Something flat, to really lock away that pathetic nub.”

The woman’s eyebrows shot up, but a wicked grin spread across her face as she eyed me up and down. I flushed hot, my cheeks burning, but Tina’s grip tightened.

“Drop your pants,” Tina ordered, her tone low and commanding, eyes locking onto mine with that intoxicating mix of cruelty and seduction. “Show the nice lady what we’re working with here.”

My hands shook as I fumbled with my belt, the zipper’s rasp echoing in the quiet store. A couple of guys nearby paused, watching with smirks, and I felt exposed already, my small dick shrinking under the anticipation. Pants pooling at my ankles, I stood there in my boxers, but Tina wasn’t having it.

“All the way, now.”

I hooked my thumbs in and shoved them down, my tiny dick soft and vulnerable, barely an inch, nestled in the sparse pubes she’d shaved weeks ago but had started growing back.

The air hit it cool, making it twitch feebly, and the leather woman’s laugh barked out, sharp and mocking. “Oh, honey, that’s it? Fuck, it’s like an acorn. No wonder you need a cage. You can’t even call that a cock.’ She leaned over the counter, her eyes raking over my shriveled nub with undisguised contempt. “Let me measure this joke.”

She grabbed a soft tape from under the counter, snapping it like a threat, and stepped around to me. Her gloved hand wrapped around my shaft, cold latex squeezing just enough to make me gasp, and she stretched it out, the tape barely reaching an inch and a half hard. I hardened slightly under the humiliation, blood rushing despite myself, but it only topped out at three inches thin, pathetic.

“Jesus, it’s thinner than my pinky,” the store clerk cackled, jotting notes. “Beta bitch for sure. You’ll need the micro flat, nothing for this shrimp dick to swing around in.”

Tina chuckled beside me, her hand sliding possessively over my ass, fingers teasing the cleft. “Told you, he’s my little sissy. Lock him up tight.”

The woman rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a small box, sliding it over. Inside was a gleaming metal cage, flat as a pancake, with a tiny ring for my balls. It would crush any erection flat.

Tina snatched it up eagerly, her eyes gleaming. “Hold still, brother.”

Right there, in the middle of the store, with the two guys now openly staring and chuckling, and the woman watching with a smirk, Tina knelt. Her breath hot on my thighs, she tugged my balls through the ring first, rough, making me wince as the metal bit into my sore skin.

“Look at these blue balls,” Tina cooed mockingly, rolling them in her palm. “Aching from all that edging, huh? No more freedom for you.”

She snapped the ring shut, the click echoing like a sentence, then forced the flat cage over my softening cock. It fit snug, the head poking against the end, already straining as humiliation stirred a weak throb.

The guys burst out laughing. “Damn, that’s tiny. He’s locked up like a good little cuck,” one jeered. “Bet he cries when he tries to piss.”

The leather woman nodded, ringing it up. “Perfect for a beta like you. No more jerking that worthless clit.”

Tina stood, admiring her work, her hand cupping the cage and giving it a squeeze that sent jolts of frustrated need through me. My dick tried to swell inside, trapped and aching, pre-cum already beading.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Tina whispered, leaning close, her lips brushing my ear. “All locked up for me, exposed like the slut you are.”

The shame burned deep, twisting with that dark thrill, my body betraying me as I nodded, trembling. Strangers’ eyes bored into me, their whispers a chorus of mockery, but under it all, her control wrapped tighter, pulling me deeper into the abyss of desire and degradation. She paid and tugged me toward the door, the cage bouncing humiliatingly with each step, promising more torment to come.

Tina’s hand lingered on the cage for a moment longer, her fingers pressing just hard enough to make the metal bite into my swelling nub, sending a frustrated ache straight to my core. “Pull up your pants, sissy,” Tina commanded, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine.

I fumbled with my boxers and jeans, the fabric scraping against the sensitive skin of my thighs as I yanked them up. The cage felt like a vice now, tight and unyielding, every movement rubbing the confined head of my tiny dick against the flat metal cage. It was painfully exposed under the denim, a constant reminder of my submission, the weight of it pulling at my aching balls. pre-cum leaked steadily, soaking into my underwear, and I could feel the wet spot growing, marking my humiliation like a brand.

We barely made it two steps toward the door when a deep voice rumbled from behind us. “Hi, Tina. Are you ready to pay up on that bet?”

I turned, my heart slamming in my chest, to see a tall black man striding in, broad-shouldered, dressed in a fitted shirt that hugged his muscled frame, his dark skin gleaming under the shop’s fluorescent lights. He smirked down at Tina, his eyes flicking over me dismissively, like I was nothing more than furniture.

Tina’s lips curved into a wicked smile, her hand still clamped on my arm. “Oh, Hey, Calvin. Yes, but in one of the booths. I can’t be seen doing it,” Tina said smoothly, her tone laced with that teasing edge that always made my stomach twist.

The black man’s smirk widened, and he glanced at me again, curiosity sharpening his gaze.

“Who’s the kid?” Calvin asked, nodding toward me, his voice deep and amused.

“Oh, he’s my little brother. Don’t worry, he will keep his mouth shut. He’s heading out to the car anyway,” Tina replied casually, squeezing my arm until I winced. “Go to booth three, and I’ll go to booth four. When I knock, open the hatch and slide your cock through. Then I’ll suck it. But no peeking.”

“Great,” Calvin said, his grin flashing white teeth before he turned and sauntered toward the back of the store, disappearing into the dim corridor lined with numbered doors.

My mind reeled. A bet? Suck his cock? The words hung in the air like a threat, stirring a toxic mix of jealousy and arousal in my gut. Tina had secrets, layers of her dominance that excluded me, and it stung deeper than the cage pinching my balls.

“Tina, what are you doing? You’re a married woman with a child. You can’t make bets like that,” I whispered.

“I can with you around,” Tina replied with a smirk.

Without another word, she dragged me after him, her nails digging into my skin as we entered the narrow hallway. The air grew thicker here, heavy with the musk of sweat and sex, muffled moans seeping from behind thin walls.

“Booth four,” Tina muttered, shoving open the door to a cramped space barely big enough for two.

It was dingy, sticky floor, a single bench bolted to the wall, and a low hatch at waist height in the partition separating it from the next booth. The cold draft from the AC vent hit me like a slap, raising goosebumps on my arms and making my caged cock shrink further in shock, the metal chilling against my skin.

“Get naked,” Tina ordered, her eyes gleaming in the low light as she locked the door behind us. “Now.”

My hands trembled as I stripped, peeling off the jeans and boxers, the shirt following until I stood bare and vulnerable. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, my tiny caged dick dangling pathetically between my legs, balls hanging blue from days of denial. Every breath I took echoed in the small space, my heart pounding with the fear of what was coming, the shame of being stripped like this in a public den of depravity.

Tina watched me, her gaze raking over my body with possessive hunger, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Look at you, all locked up and shivering. Pathetic little brother, aren’t you? Aching for something you’ll never have.”

She stepped closer, her body heat cutting through the chill, and rapped her knuckles sharply on the hatch. A moment of tense silence, then a metallic scrape as it slid open, revealing a dark hole in the wall.

And then it appeared. A huge black cock sliding through, semi-hard and already thicker than my wrist, veins bulging along its length as it hung heavy in the air. It was massive, easily nine inches, even soft, the dark skin glistening faintly under the booth’s red glow, the musky scent of arousal wafting through the opening. My mouth went dry, eyes widening in shock as it twitched, growing harder before my eyes, the head flaring like a promise of something overwhelming.

“Suck it,” Tina ordered me, her voice dropping to that commanding whisper that brooked no argument, her hand pressing on the back of my neck, guiding me forward.

I was gobsmacked. This was not her dildo; this was a real cock, hot, alive, pulsing with a life that dwarfed my own worthless nub. The reality crashed over me, humiliation flooding hot through my veins, mixing with a forbidden thrill that made my caged dick strain painfully against its prison. Tina’s fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my face closer, the heat radiating from the thick shaft brushing my lips.

“Open wide, sissy. Show me how desperate you are to please,” she said in a low whisper so Calvin couldn’t hear her or know I was the one to besucking his cock, not Tina.

My knees buckled slightly as I knelt, the cold floor biting into my skin, torn between the burning shame of it all and the dark pull of her control, my tongue darting out hesitantly as the massive head loomed nearer.

My tongue barely grazed the swollen head when Tina’s grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head forward with a sharp tug that made my scalp burn.

“Deepthroat it, you worthless little sissy,” Tina whispered, her voice dripping with that cruel amusement that always twisted my gut. “Take every fucking inch down your throat like the pathetic cocksucker you were born to be. Don’t make me push harder.”

I gasped, my lips parting wider as the massive black cock thrust forward, the salty pre-cum smearing across my tongue. It was so thick, stretching my mouth instantly, the veiny shaft pulsing hot against my lips as I tried to relax my jaw. But it was impossible, my tiny caged cock twitched violently in its metal prison below, the bars digging into the sensitive skin of my nub, sending jolts of frustrated pain up my spine.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip, dripping uselessly onto the cold floor, my aching balls throbbing with the denial that had built for days. Tina’s eyes bored into me, her smirk widening as she watched my struggle.

“Look at that sad little thing jerking against the flat cage,” Tina whispered, her free hand reaching down to flick the metal harshly, making me whimper around the invading cock. “Twitching like it thinks it could ever compare to a real man’s cock. You’re leaking already, aren’t you? So desperate, so fucking tiny and useless.”

The humiliation burned through me, heat flooding my cheeks as I forced my head forward, the head of the stranger’s cock bumping the back of my throat. I gagged immediately, a wet choke escaping as saliva bubbled at the corners of my mouth, my eyes watering. The musky taste overwhelmed me, salty, earthy, so different from the sterile dildo Tina had made me suck before.

It was alive, throbbing deeper as the man on the other side groaned low, pushing his hips against the wall to feed me more. My throat convulsed, trying to push it out, but Tina held me firm, her nails scraping my scalp.

“Deeper, bitch,” Tina whispered, her breath hot on my ear as she leaned in close, her body pressing against my back, the scent of her perfume mixing with the booth’s stale sex smell. “Choke on it. Show him how much you need this, how your worthless mouth is the only thing you’re good for.”

I retched again, tears streaming down my face as the thick shaft slid past my gag reflex, bulging my throat visibly. My nose pressed against the partition, the coarse hairs at the base tickling my skin, and I could hear the black stranger’s heavy breathing through the wall, his cock flexing deep inside me.

Every inch stretched me, making my jaw ache, my lungs burning for air as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, bobbing my head under Tina’s unyielding control. The pain in my caged dick intensified with each twitch, the pressure building like a storm I couldn’t release, my balls drawing up tight in agony. Shame crashed over me in waves.

Here I was, naked on my knees in a filthy booth, servicing a stranger’s massive cock while my own sister watched and laughed, her dominance wrapping around me like chains. Yet beneath the embarrassment, a twisted heat bloomed, my body betraying me with the way my hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction that the cage denied.

Tina’s laughter was soft and vicious, her fingers twisting in my hair to control the rhythm, forcing me to take him balls-deep over and over.”’Gag louder, sissy,” Tina whispered, her voice laced with that intimate cruelty that made my heart pound. “Let him hear how much you love choking on a real cock.”

Then, from through the wall, Calvin said, “Damn, Tina. If I knew you sucked cock this well, I would have made this bet with you much sooner. Dang, girl…”

She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off the big cock. Then she said, “It helps that you have a nice big cock, Calvin,” loud enough for him to hear. Then she shoved my mouth back on that cock, and I got back to work.

The stranger’s cock hit the back of my throat with a wet thud, and I coughed, sputtering as I tried to form words around the invasion.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her tone mocking the praise. “Swallow that thick black cock like it’s your only purpose. Feel how full it makes you? That’s what a real man does.”

I obeyed, relaxing my throat as best I could, Calvin’s cock sliding in smoother now, my lips sealed around the base as I swallowed convulsively. The stretch burned, my gag reflex firing sporadically, but I pushed through, humming around him to vibrate the shaft, drawing another deep groan from the other side.

My caged nub strained futilely, twitching with every thrust, the ache in my balls radiating up to my gut, a constant torment of blue-balled need. Tina’s gaze never left me, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she watched me debase myself, her free hand trailing down to squeeze my shoulder possessively. Shame twisted inside me like a knife. My sister’s control, the stranger’s anonymous dominance, and the way my body craved this degradation despite the emotional storm raging in my chest.

I was lost in it, throat working the massive length, tears blurring my vision as Tina leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Keep going, little brother. Make him cum down your throat while your pathetic dick stays locked and denied. You’re mine to ruin.”

The booth seemed to close in, the sounds of my choking and Calvin’s grunts filling the air, my world narrowing to the pulsing cock in my mouth and the unrelenting ache of my submission.

The stranger’s cock throbbed deeper in my throat, his grunts growing rougher, more insistent, as my lips stretched tight around the base. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with tears, my jaw aching from the relentless invasion.

“Fuck, Tina… You suck cock like a demon… God…” Calvin moaned through the wall.

Tina’s fingers tangled harder in my hair, guiding my head with brutal precision, her breath ragged against my ear as she whispered more filth.

“That’s it, swallow him whole, you little cum dumpster. Feel how a real cock owns your mouth?” Tina whispered hotly.

My caged nub pulsed uselessly, the metal biting into the swollen head, every denied twitch sending fresh waves of frustrated heat through my core. The shame clawed at me, my own sister orchestrating this, turning me into her plaything in a dingy booth, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

Suddenly, the man on the other side slammed his hips against the wall, his voice booming through the partition, rough and demanding. “Fuck, Tina, that mouth of yours is gold. But I ain’t done. Let me fuck you… Bend over and give me that pussy.”

He thought it was her sucking him, some twisted payment for a bet they’d made, his words dripping with entitlement. My heart hammered, a fresh spike of humiliation hitting me as I realized how deep this went, how Tina had woven me into her games without a second thought.

Tina paused, her grip loosening just enough for me to pull back, gasping for air, strings of spit clinging to the glistening black shaft as it bobbed free from my lips. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with wicked calculation, and leaned toward the wall, her voice sultry and teasing.

“OK, but not in my pussy, Calvin,” Tina said loud enough for Calvin to hear through the wall. “My husband would know. You can fuck my asshole, though.”

The words hung in the air, casual as if she were negotiating lunch, but they twisted my gut into knots. She wasn’t offering herself; she was offering me.

“Great, I love your ass,” Calvin growled back, oblivious, his cock still hard and slick, jutting through the hatch like a promise of pain.

Tina turned to me then, her smirk sharpening into something predatory, her hand shoving my shoulder down hard. “Bend over, sissy,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding, laced with that cruel excitement that made my skin crawl and my locked cock strain. “Spread those ass cheeks and get ready to take that black cock up your tight little asshole. You’re gonna be my proxy tonight… Take every inch for me.”

I froze for a split second, my mind reeling, the emotional storm crashing harder, shame flooding me like ice water, mixing with the forbidden heat that had been building since she locked me up. But her eyes bored into mine, unyielding, and I obeyed, turning away from the wall on trembling knees.

The cold floor bit into my skin as I bent over, ass up, my caged dick dangling helplessly between my legs, balls heavy and aching from days of edging without release. My face burned, knowing Calvin thought he was about to claim my sister’s asshole, but it was me, exposed and vulnerable, my tight pucker clenching in anticipation and dread.

Tina’s hands were on me in an instant, rough and possessive, prying my cheeks apart with her fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Look at this pathetic asshole,’ Tina whispered, her nails scraping lightly over my entrance, making me shudder. “So tight and eager, twitching for a real man’s cock. You’re gonna scream for me, little brother… Show Calvin how much you love being my ass slut.”

The humiliation seared through me, my breath coming in short pants as she spread me wider, the cool booth air kissing my exposed skin. I could feel the stranger’s impatience, his cock flexing through the hatch, waiting to plunge in.

She positioned me closer, guiding my hips back until the swollen head pressed against my asshole, hot and insistent, smearing pre-cum over the ring. “Push back,” Tina whispered, her voice a whipcrack, one hand on my hip, the other still spreading me open. “Take it like the desperate whore you are.”

I whimpered, the emotional weight crushing me, betrayed by my own body as I obeyed, rocking back slowly. The thick head breached me with a burning stretch, forcing my tight walls to yield, pain lancing through my core like fire. I gasped, a choked moan escaping as inch after thick inch slammed into my ass, the veiny shaft splitting me open, filling me deeper than I thought possible.

“Fuck, Tina, your ass is gripping me so tight,” Calvin groaned from the other side, thrusting forward with a brutal snap of his hips, burying himself balls-deep in one savage push.

The pain exploded, white-hot and overwhelming, my asshole clenching around the invasion as he started pounding, each slam jolting my body forward. My caged dick bounced uselessly, twitching with every thrust, rubbing raw against my sensitive nub, pre-cum leaking in pathetic dribbles.

Tina watched it all, her laughter cruel and intimate, kneeling beside me to grab my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “Listen to you moaning like a bitch in heat,” she whispered, her free hand reaching down to flick my caged dick again, sending shocks of frustrated agony through me. “That tiny thing’s jerking so hard in its prison… Does getting ass-fucked by a stranger turn you on? Pathetic. I bet this feels better than your worthless little prick ever could.’

Tears pricked my eyes, the mix of sharp pain and twisted pleasure shredding my insides, shame coiling tight in my chest as his cock pistoned relentlessly, stretching my ass wide, the slap of his balls against me echoing in the booth.

Then Tina shouted, “Harder!” She sounded like a porn star getting fucked when she said it. “Fuck my ass harder… Please.”

Tina’s eyes lit up with dark triumph, her hand sliding to my aching balls, squeezing just enough to make me yelp around the building pressure. Calvin obliged, his thrusts turning savage, pounding my hole raw, each one driving me deeper into the haze of humiliation and need.

My body betrayed me, hips pushing back instinctively, craving the fullness even as the emotional torment raged, my sister’s control absolute, turning my degradation into her entertainment. The ache in my locked cock built unbearably, teetering on the edge of something ruined and desperate, as Tina leaned in, her whisper hot against my neck.

“Good boy. Take it all for me… Let him wreck that asshole while you stay denied and dripping.”

The rhythm intensified, his grunts mixing with my whimpers, the booth shaking with the force, my world narrowing to the brutal stretch and the unrelenting storm inside me.

The pounding didn’t let up, each brutal thrust from the stranger’s massive black cock ripping through my ass like a battering ram, stretching my tight anus to its limits. My whimpers turned to guttural moans, the pain searing hot and unrelenting. Still, beneath it, a twisted spark of pleasure ignited, my body betraying me with every involuntary clench around his thick shaft. Pre-cum leaked steadily from my caged nub, dripping onto the filthy booth floor, the metal prison grinding against my swollen flesh with every jolt.

Tina’s hand on my balls squeezed tighter, her nails biting in, sending jolts of agony that mixed with the building heat in my gut. “Fuck, you’re taking it like a champ, sissy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with mocking affection, her free hand slapping my ass cheek hard enough to sting.”’But I think it’s time you show him some genuine gratitude. Pull off that cock and clean it up.”

Before I could process her words, she yanked my hips back roughly, Calvin’s cock sliding out with a wet plop, leaving my asshole gaping and throbbing, raw from the abuse. I gasped, collapsing forward on all fours, my chest heaving, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming mix of pain and that shameful, reluctant arousal coiling deeper.

The emotional whirlwind hit harder, humiliated beyond words, my own sister pimping me out like this, turning my body into her twisted proxy, and yet my locked dick twitched desperately, craving more even as shame burned through me.

Tina didn’t give me a moment to recover. Her fingers wrapped in my hair again, jerking my head toward the hatch where the stranger’s cock still jutted out, slick and glistening with lube and my own ass juices, veins pulsing angrily.

“Open wide, little brother,” she whispered, her tone low and cruel, shoving my face forward until the swollen head smeared against my lips. “Suck that dirty cock clean. Taste your own ass on a real man’s cock… Gag on it for me.”

The scent hit me first, musky and forbidden, a humiliating reminder of where it’d just been. I hesitated, lips parting in protest, but her grip tightened, nails scraping my scalp, forcing me down. The thick head pushed past my teeth, filling my mouth in one brutal shove, the salty-bitter tang of my ass exploding on my tongue. I gagged instantly, throat convulsing around the intrusion as Tina drove my head deeper, the shaft sliding over my tongue, stretching my jaw wide.

“Deeper, you pathetic slut,” Tina whispered, her other hand reaching down to flick the cage on my tiny cock, making it jerk painfully inside its confines. “Choke on it… Show him how much you love being my cleanup boy.”

Saliva bubbled up, spilling from the corners of my mouth as I retched, the veiny length bumping the back of my throat, cutting off my air. My eyes watered, vision blurring, but she held me there, relentless, her body pressing close behind me, her breasts brushing my back through her thin top, a sickening intimacy that twisted the knife of incestuous shame.

Pain ripped through my throat with every forced bob, the stranger’s grunts rumbling through the wall as he thrust lazily into my mouth, using me like a toy.

“Shit, Tina, your mouth’s even tighter now,” Calvin groaned, oblivious to the truth, his hips bucking to shove deeper.

I choked hard, gagging violently, my body heaving as bile rose, but Tina’s control was ironclad, her hand pistoning my head faster. The reluctant pleasure surged unwanted, my ass still clenching around nothing, echoing the fullness, while my caged nub throbbed in agony, denied any real friction, just endless edging torment. Humiliation flooded me, hot and suffocating; here I was, on my knees in a public booth, sucking a stranger’s ass-flavored cock while my sister orchestrated it all, her laughter soft and cutting in my ear.

“Look at that pathetic caged dick twitching,” Tina whispered, her voice a husky whisper laced with false sympathy, her fingers tracing the bars of the chastity device, teasing the sensitive skin without mercy. “So small and locked up, leaking like a faucet while you gag on real meat. Does it hurt, knowing you’ll never fuck anything but your hand… If I even let you? You’re just my little edging bitch now, aren’t you?”

Her words sliced deep, stirring the emotional storm inside me, shame crashing against the forbidden thrill of her dominance, the way she owned every gasp, every tear. I wanted to pull away, to beg her to stop, but my body obeyed, tongue swirling instinctively around the shaft despite the burn in my throat, the raw humiliation fueling a dark, aching need.

Tina pushed harder, shoving the black cock deeper until my nose pressed against the wall, my throat bulging around it, gags turning to desperate, muffled whimpers. “That’s my good sissy,” she whispered, her hand sliding to my aching balls, rolling them roughly, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes. “Gag harder… Worship that big cock like your life depends on it.”

Raw humiliation clawed at my chest, mixing with the sharp pain in my throat and the throbbing denial in my cage, but beneath it all, that reluctant pleasure built, a humiliating heat spreading through my veins. Tina drove me to my limits, her dominance brutal and unrelenting, every shove, every mocking word pushing me further into the abyss.

My body trembled, caught in the vise of their control, the booth air thick with my choked sobs and the wet sounds of my degradation. The stranger’s cock flexed in my mouth, warning of his building release, and Tina’s grip tightened, her breath hot on my neck as she leaned in closer, ready to wring every last drop of submission from me.

Calvin’s cock throbbed violently in my throat, swelling impossibly thicker as his release hit. Hot, thick ropes of cum blasted straight down my gullet, flooding my mouth with salty bitterness that made my stomach churn. I gagged hard, my throat convulsing around the pulsing shaft, but Tina’s hand pinned my head firm against the wall, forcing me to take every spurt.

The load was massive, overwhelming, spilling past my lips despite my desperate swallows, dribbling down my chin in sticky trails. Tears streamed from my eyes, mixing with snot from the brutal face-fucking, my face a mess of humiliation and degradation. The emotional weight crushed me, my own sister making me swallow a black man’s cum like some cheap whore, the incestuous betrayal twisting deeper, leaving me raw and exposed inside.

I choked and sputtered, the thick semen coating my tongue, the musky aftertaste lingering as my body heaved for air. Tina finally eased her grip, but not before the last weak pulse from his cock painted my palate. Shame burned through me, hot and unrelenting; I’d just been used, broken in this filthy booth, my tiny caged cock leaking uselessly onto the floor, twitching in its prison from the denied arousal.

The pleasure was there, twisted and unwanted, a humiliating spark amid the agony of blue balls and emotional wreckage. I wanted to spit it out, to scream at her for turning me into this, but all that escaped was a wet cough, cum bubbling from my nostrils.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Calvin yanked his spent cock back through the hatch, the wet slide leaving my throat aching and sore. The hatch slammed shut with a metallic clang, echoing in the cramped space like a final judgment.

I collapsed forward, gasping raggedly, my body trembling from the ordeal, ass still throbbing from the earlier pounding, balls aching fiercely in their swollen state. The air reeked of sex and sweat, my skin slick with tears, snot, and drying cum, every breath a reminder of my submission.

“Bets paid in full,” Calvin’s voice rumbled through the wall, smug and distant, before his footsteps faded away.

Tina burst into cruel laughter, the sound sharp and cutting, vibrating against my back as she leaned over me. Her hand released my hair, trailing down to pat my cheek mockingly, smearing the mess further.

“Hear that, little brother? Bets paid,” Tina roared. “You just settled my score with your worthless mouth and ass. God, you’re such a pathetic beta bitch, gagging on real cock while your tiny nub drips like a leaky faucet. Look at you, covered in cum, shaking like a leaf. Does it hurt knowing that’s all you’re good for? My personal cum dumpster, locked up and edged forever.”

Her words sliced into me, humiliation crashing over the reluctant thrill of her control, the incestuous intimacy making it all the more devastating. I wiped at my face with a trembling hand, but it only spread the sticky evidence, my cheeks burning with fresh shame. My caged dick jerked painfully, the bars digging into the sensitive flesh, pre-cum pooling beneath me as the edging torment peaked without release.

Tina’s laughter echoed in the booth, relentless, her body still pressed close, her breath hot on my neck, owning every broken piece of me. She wasn’t done. I could feel it in the way her fingers lingered on my cage, teasing the lock.

“OK, you’d better get dressed. Unless you want to wait here for the next cock to push through,” Tiina taunted.

“No, no,” I said, horrified.

“Then put your clothes on, edge boy. I gotta get home.”

To Be Continued…?

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