Became a Boi Part 3


The next morning I awoke to the sounds of the sanitation trucks on the street below our apartment. My wife was already up, and I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. Stirring from the bed, I heard a clicking sound from under the sheets. Looking down at my crotch, I saw the chastity cage and it all came back to me in a rush. Had last night really happened? Yes. Yes it had.

I got out of bed and began to walk to the bathroom. My asshole was sore. And loose. I started to lift the toilet lid to pee then thought better of it. I lowered it and sat down. Afterwards, I took a shower. It felt odd. I could wash my balls, which were also sore, but not my plastic covered dick. I couldn’t feel anything there, much less wash it or stroke it.

I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist shaved and brushed my teeth. I spent more time brushing than usual, still trying to get that taste out of my mouth. I went back into our bedroom and opened the dresser drawer. My underwear was gone. She had replaced them with women’s panties. I groaned. But I had to wear something under my suit. So I picked out a pair and slipped them on. They felt strange. They ran through my butt cheeks in the back, especially with the extra hardware in front.

After I finished getting dressed, I went into the kitchen. “Morning sweetie,” she said almost gleefully, still wearing her bathrobe. “Sleep well?”

She handed me a cup of coffee and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“How did you like your birthday present?” she asked.

“Which one?”

“Oh? Did you have a favorite? Frankie or Johnny?”

“Is that their names? Where did you find them?”

“I know people.”

“Right. I bet you do.”

“Really? Did you have a favorite?”

“You.” I said.

“Aww, that’s sweet.” She hugged me from behind and then reached a hand down to my crotch to feel the heft of her cage. “Mmmmn. So sweet. Do you like it?”

“No. Not really. I can’t pee standing up.”

“Oh, honey. That’s okay,” she said as she continued to fondle her new toy. “Peeing standing up is overrated. You always just spray anyway. This was is cleaner, and you won’t have to remember to put the seat down for me anymore.”

“I can’t wash my dick!”

“Why would you need to? It’s not going anywhere. You won’t be using it for anything but peeing for a long time.”

“A long time? How long is a long time?”

“We’ll just have to see. Oh, let me see!”

“What?”

“I want to see.” She loosened my belt and unzipped my pants. They dropped to my ankles on the floor. “You picked the red ones! I like those too.” Still standing close behind me, she
pulled the front of my new panties aside to get a look at her cage. “I love it. It looks so cute on you! Don’t you just love it, honey?”

“No. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Oh, sorry. Don’t pout. We’ll get a smaller one eventually.”

“A smaller one?”

“Sure. It will be really snug.”

“I don’t want really snug. I want my… Oh!” Dick back was what I started to say before she stuck her finger into my asshole.

“Hmmn? You were going to say something, love?” She pressed on into me from behind, and I instinctively began to bow over the sink, bracing myself. “Oooh, you’re so loose, honey. That Johnny was a really big boy, wasn’t he? Looks like I’m going to need some bigger dildos to keep you home at night. We wouldn’t want you roaming the streets looking for big cocks now, would we?”

As she continued to work her fingers into my ass, I managed to sputter out, somewhat incoherently, “I’m not looking for big cocks… I’m not…Ugh! I’m not…”

“Hmmn? What was that? Oh, you absolutely loved it! I saw how much you shot when they were sucking and jerking you. I saw how hard you came with a dick in your ass. You came in your cage without even being able to touch yourself. And you loved it when I called you my faggot! You want me to talk dirty to you again, my little faggot?”

“No!” I pleaded. “No!” I bent down over the sink even more. Sinking over the sink, actually, as she pumped her fingers now in a harder, faster rhythm.

“That’s it. Did I find the spot? Let me talk dirty to you, love. That’s it, my little bitch boi. Cum for me, my little faggot. Squirt yourself just like you did last night while you had a big, fat cock up your ass and you were sucking on a big, fat dick in your mouth. Cum for me, baby. You want to suck on a nice, big dick? Hmmn? That’s right. So yummy! So warm and fleshy. Feel it filling your throat. Feel that hard cock in your ass. Deep inside you. Jets of sperm going down your throat and filling your ass. Taking you. Taking you. Surrender to the feeling until…”

It happened again. I came and squirted clear juices out through the peephole of her chastity device. My knees buckled, and she had to brace me with her free arm to keep me from falling over.

“Until you surrender and squirt. Just like this, hon. Just like this. Yes, just like a woman.” She continued pumping me, but more slowly now as the discharge from my caged cock slowed as I gradually regained my balance. “Yes. Just like a woman. Isn’t it nice to have a long, deep orgasm like that? It just goes on, doesn’t it. It just goes on and on.”

Finally, she pulled out and released me. I gasped for air. She laughed, gave me a hard slap on my ass, which made the key on the cock cage rattle against the hard plastic. She bent down and pulled up my trousers. Zipping up the fly from behind and fastening the belt, she looked around and said, “You might want to change your suit. This one is kinda wet now, sweetie.”

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