Slab’s Femdom AU: Compliance Assistance

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Carter, also known as the E88 cape Thane Maker, woke up once more and was greeted by the PRT’s fucking propaganda. Over top his bed literally painted into the ceiling so he couldn’t even do anything about it was a high quality image of a hot- disgusting male in drag, with breasts and a cute- gross and gay little cock making what was likely thought to be a seductive pose with a little caption beneath it: It’s Okay to be Feminine.

Carter rolled his eyes at as he got up and scratched at his face. In place of his regular mask, a pink gimp mask had been provided which was the PRT’s solution to capes keeping their secret identities, especially with the possibility of a mask falling off during sleep and other such things. Can’t let a guy keep his costume after all, there might be hidden weapons stashed somewhere on them. So naked with a collar on… and other optional bits.

“Fucking wasn’t like this last time,” Carter muttered as he looked to the stupid fucking stockings, bra and other things in the corner. The only thing he’d actually put on of that stuff over there was the hot pink panties and that was more to hide the cage that the gay bastards had stuck him in the first time he’d been captured. Absent mindedly, Carter pawed at his cage. His fingers slipping down into the panties, his hand squeezing down on the cage and gripping his balls, his only relief these days unless he wanted to schedule a meet up with his “Liaison” and let her have her merry way with him. 

He’d been tempted once or twice. Especially one time when he’d seen a girl with a thick ass who’d been walking down the street. Her hips and ass literally thicker than her shoulders and with knockers bigger than his head. While he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to try and strike up a conversation with the girl, he could fantasise... but the cage kept bugging him, squeezing down on his dick, keeping him caged, and the fucking thing pinched like a bitch sometimes! Especially when he walked with his jeans but they were also the only thing that kept his cage hidden! 

“You know if you go lower it feels better?” Carter heard and glared at the PRT officer that’d been passing by his cell. The man was in full uniform, smirking at him. Another fucking thing, the PRT goon squads are all assholes. No body fucking liked them since they were all fucking faggots that got off on doing this shit to people. Whole fucking organisation was filled with fuckers like the jackass outside his cell that would love nothing better than to rape a guy who had the unfortunate experience of fucking triggering. 

“Fuck off,” Carter said as the guy laughed before leaving. Sighing, Carter got up and grabbed the stockings from the pile. He didn’t pull them up, just put them on to act as socks. The cells didn’t exactly have heated floors and this was the best he could do. As he walked, all along the walls were various different bits of faggy sissy porn. Faggots getting fucked, faggots getting dommed. The whole nine yards because the PRT wanted every male cape for some stupid reason to be a bunch of prissy faggots while they promoted their toxic idea of what women are. Whole fucking organisation wanted a restructuring of society for mediocrity. Men being turned into defective women, ending up oppressed by female overlords who’d be pushed into becoming defective men. The only escape that the PRT could generate from their bullshit might be instead of pushing for women to become defective men, pushing women to become hot Amazonian girls like most of their capes admittedly. 

Sure he was admiring the enemy… but admittedly, they’re attractive to the male gaze. Most capes are; a little buff to their appearance they got that unfortunately male capes got as well. Sitting back on his bunk, Carter could even feel what he meant as his ass had grown since he first ended up a cape. Before he’d had less of an ass than a starving African, but now he could turn anything into a chair, his thick cushion turning every seat soft and drawing heads whenever he tried to fit into jeans.

His thick behind also drew teasing spanks from his Mom and sisters as they giggled about his ass, much to his consternation. 

As the time went on, Carter tried to pull away his hand from his crotch, but his dick kept getting hard in its cage. Despite how gay it was, admittedly the various images and propaganda the PRT liked to decorate their walls with were undeniably… attractive. Probably the top 1% of the 1% of people who got influenced into their bullshit and became sissy traps without even being capes. That or maybe these were their male capes, being shown off as a bunch of sluts being fucked or stuffing their asses with dildos. It didn’t help that so many of them ended up bimbos with fat fucking knockers and thighs bigger than their shoulders. Even the faces of some in the pictures had shifted among some of them that it even became hard to tell that they were guys up until one looked lower and discovered the cage that the bimbo sluts wore. 

A cage just like his. 

For a moment Carter wondered how may of these homos they had painted on their wall were like him? Cape boys that got fucked by whatever was transforming them. Had they chosen instead to give into the transformation by being slutty faggots and becoming bimbo whores? The PRT was fucking stupid if anyone believed their bullshit about “resisting” and that kind of stuff. If that were true then they wouldn’t push it so hard. Plus he’d seen the leaks of the kind of shit that went on in a place like this. He’d seen them and had even downloaded a few files before they got scrubbed off the internet. 

Carter continued to massage his balls, the feeling nice as usual, though not enough to do anything but further his frustration. Thinking on the guard a second, Carter bit his lip, and groaned at himself a little bit, before he reached lower. Not to his ass. He wasn’t gay, but… lower. Pushing his cage up now, Carter started to press against the place just below his balls, his palm pressing against his full sack. Despite himself trying to imagine a fat tittied girl, he couldn’t help his lustful eyes from opening, one specific tranny picture catching his eye. 

An image of a faggot mid bimbo transformation who had large breasts on his chest, a feminine face with thick thighs and a fat ass. The image of course had a black dildo in the boys butt, and a dainty feminine hand around a small uncaged cock. The caption on the image saying “It feels better with a dildo in your pussy” covered the image that Carter’s eyes were drawn to. Despite himself, despite how fucking gay it was, the image was hot, and after three months of being caged, of having his cock locked up since the start of spring, he was losing the battle. 

Unable to help himself, Carter kept pressing against his perineum, following what the PRT officer said, and “going lower” on himself. His caged cock trying to grow harder, pressing up against the confines of its entrapment. All it would do though is pull at his balls, straining them and sending pain through his lower body if he let the erection get too out of hand. 

He’d tried to masturbate like that once, but the pain had been too much.

Slowly Carter fell into a rhythm, his hand pressing up against that lower part of him, his balls getting a nice massage as he ground his ass into the bed. Slowly his breathing grew heady as he continued, his fingers slowly giving him small bits of pleasure from him pressing against his hot and hard lower bit. Despite how gay this was, Carter couldn’t stop. His arousal slowly taking over as they continued to propagandise him. If he could cum he could forget all of this, he could focus maybe and find a way out, or at least his head would be straight enough that when the E88 broke him out, he wouldn’t be a broken sissy slut. 

“Having fun Thane Maker?” Carter heard and froze, his gaze shifting over, before relaxing a bit. It was his liaison, Battery. Sighing, Carter finally managed to drag his hand away from his lower half, and he tried to ignore the pre that had started to build up on his cage. His dick dripping bit by bit after his lapse in control. Though as Carter looked at Battery, he had to bite his lip, hard, just to keep from admiring her breasts, her thighs, and how her costume left little to the imagination. She just needed a corset, platform goth heels, and a whip and she’d look like a female dom in her costume. Of course her bimbo slut of a husband was beside her as well. All suited up in his red gimp suit, his slutty body on just as much display as Battery’s was, if not perhaps more so. Carter knew that the “man” under all that latex had to be wearing a cage, probably had a toy in his ass, constantly pressing into his p-spot. The way that the slut fidgeted as Battery held her husband’s by a leash pretty much confirmed it. Probably some kind of aneros or a similar mechanical equivalent, constantly pulsating, pressing into God’s fun little prank on men. 

“Aw come on Thane, don’t be like that,” the woman said as she leaned up against the bars. Something that she was probably not supposed to do, but she likely had her power all charged up, had Assault there, and the fact that without any kind of food for him to boost himself with he was kind of useless. Thus putting herself in a little danger probably wasn’t that big an issue. Especially considering what liaisons were supposed to do for male capes like him. Especially since this is his second time getting arrested. The first time was why he was even in a cage and had been locked in it for three months, no release.

He could have seen about setting up a meeting if he was weak enough to want one. If he was willing to submit to Battery, and let her do what she wanted with him. He… he’d seen what the PRT did with villains that would submit to their liaison. They’d dress them up, humiliate them, and make them feel worthless. They’d use their lust against them, and forcibly feminise them during their sessions just so that the villain could get off, making them do ever more humiliating things until they were nothing more than slutty bimbo men desperate for cock, real or fake it didn’t matter. They’d be trapped in a world of pleasure, whatever their thoughts were before going up in smoke as lust overtook their lives and made them nothing but submissive and controllable pawns for the PRT. 

He didn’t want that… intellectually. Carter swallowed though, trying to keep Battery from seeing, his hand deliberately on his hairless thigh to block her view of his caged erection. He… he didn’t want her to see what she and her organisation had done to him despite knowing full well she was likely intimately aware. 

“You doing alright there Thane?” she asked, fake worry in her voice spilling out. “You haven’t contacted me at all in those three months since we last talked. Plus you haven’t cum at all in that time.”

How the hell did she know that? Some kind of tracking device…? Though now that Carter thought about it, it did make sense. The whole PRT deal was that male capes were allowed to go free. Three strikes and all that, but if they wanted to get that kind of deal with the PRT, they’d have to submit to a chastity cage, and then get a liaison. Of course women also got that shit as well because of “egalitarianism” or some other female empowerment bullshit excuse they were slinging since no female capes ever got a chastity cage or belt on them. Just male capes got cages on their dicks. Not only that, but if they wanted release since they’re not allowed to take them off, they needed to contact their liaison for it, or if they took it off, they got sent straight to prison, the Birdcage, or the Brothel.

Like the Birdcage, the Brothel wasn’t the prison’s actual name. It was the Tia Black Parahuman Containment Center. A place set up for prisoners who despite being too dangerous for regular prisons, could be rehabilitated into something else. Carter and various others were sure that some kind of brain washing was involved for those who got sent out there. Unlike the Birdcage though, it wasn’t in the Canadian Rockies, but rather was a hole in the ground in some arctic region of the Canadian Shield. It’d once been a villain lair where some female villain who thought Lustum hadn’t gone far enough had kidnapped and feminised men while protecting herself with her tinker tech, but the place was later turned into a prison that Dragon now commands. The creator, Tia Black had also been a prisoner there for a while and in an ironic twist of fate, ended up being imprisoned by her own devices and subjected to her own techniques.

Now she was one of the biggest hardcore bondage porn actresses in North America.

“Still trying to figure out how we know?” Battery asked, pulling Carter back from his thoughts.

“With all this around, probably just too aroused to think straight,” Assault interjected his voice feminine and flightily. His giggle girlish and the way he crossed his arms under his breasts brought them up a bit to emphasis their size. Not as large as some of the bimbos they churned out of this place, but large enough to draw the eyes of men all over. 

“No I think I know,” Carter said as he crabbed his hard caged cock, and taking a shuddering breath. His dick twitched a bit as he did so, his arousal rising… and with everything around him, there was practically no way of avoiding it. Arousing imagery, teasing, or in some cases enticing, guards, and worst of all, no way of relieving himself. 

“What’s the fucking point anyways? I seen that sissy shit you femi-nazis do. You fuck a guy and he doesn’t even get to cum cause his cage is fucking on,” Carter said, trying to forget his little… experiments. They hadn’t worked anyways, and they just hurt. They left him bleeding from his ass and fearing infection like when he tried using a plunger handle, or he was left completely unsatisfied such as when he’d grabbed a vibrating tooth brush.

To be fair… it’d felt good when he could touch himself. Another extra fun sensation to enjoy while whacking it to a thick assed bimbo with goddess level tits, but on its own? He didn’t get the hype. Sure the things he’d been using weren’t exactly meant for sex, but that shouldn’t matter that much right? Girls used veggies, something he found out one early morning when he came home from a late night patrol and found a cucumber thrown in the trash with a condom still on it, so it shouldn’t be that different.

“Coming from a nazi like yourself that’s rich,” Assault said, sounding entirely too smug with himself despite being Battery’s total bitch boy. As if the hero was somehow better than him just because he was a supposed “Nazi” to them. Battery seemed to agree as well as she pulled on Assault’s leash and his body language shifted a bit. Less cocksure and more yielding to his mistress. 

Yes… there were some really really racist guys around… they kind of… They kind of made sense, especially when Carter ended up hearing some of their stories. Lot of the proper racist guys were from prison, knew people in prison… or other stuff happened that kind of made sense why they were a bunch of racists… they weren’t exactly nice to hang around with though. There were other guys like Carter though, guys who cared more about opposing Lustrum’s lot of turbo femi-nazis and the gay and stupid shit the government through the PRT was pushing. The E88 unfortunately in Brockton pretty much were the only guys in town that both could do it and were willing to as well. 

“You know Thane, we could take the cage off,” Battery suddenly said, immediately drawing Carter’s attention.

“What?” he asked. Looking over at Assault, from the raised brows of the sissy bimbo slut under his gimp mask, this wasn’t normal, which was enough of an incentive for Carter. Fuck that bitch. 

“Yeah, if you want, we can take your cage off, and I don’t mean in a “the deals off and now you go to jail” kind of way. We can be lenient you know, during our sessions together,” Battery said. As he listened, a little tiny voice in the back of Carter’s mind was yelling as loud as it could “it’s a trap!” and yet he wanted to hear more. The idea, the mere thought of being without a cage. Of getting out… it was certainly enticing.

“What do you mean?” Carter asked, a little scared for what this could involve… and yet as he asked, he couldn’t help the small hitch of excitement, the sudden… dryness in his mouth.

“I mean, I can let you out if you want to have your first session with me. We could even let you cum. It won’t be your punishment, you’ll still be with us for a bit and having to undergo some training before you’ve served your time… I can’t let you out for those… but for a liaison session, we could do a simple milking,” she said, the word milking coming up, but Carter didn’t quite understand it. What did that mean? Can’t be his breasts, he’s a guy, he can’t lactate and like hell was he going to let them inject biotinker stuff in him. He’d seen the slut goblin harem Nilbog had made from pictures online that the bimbo queen fuck had taken, not to mention the horror stories he’d read online about other parahuman bio stuff going on. Though without a cage… did they mean literally… milking his cum? Was the fag going to do it? Or was Battery? Was he… about to get his first handjob? He’d… he’d honestly expected that were he to get one, it’d be from one of the E88 hanger on girls he could have asked before he lost his dick privileges from the arrest. 

“Is… it a hand job?” he asked and Battery nodded. The thought of it… Carter could imagine it, Battery kneeling in front of him, rubbing her hand over his freed cock. No doubt far larger than Assault’s little dicklet. Carter pulled his legs in, trying to hide his caged cock between his thick thighs, and succeeding at the cost of this dick being pressed by all sides, his cage warming up, the pressure on his balls feeling good. Swallowing Carter continued his questions, because it couldn’t be that easy. 

“What… what else? Do I have to crossdress like a fag?” he asked, a bit more abrasively than he meant to but thankfully Battery took no offence from it. She instead shook her head. 

“You’ll be completely naked. You could wear some stuff if you’d like but you don’t need to. As for anything extra, I will be fingering you, or if you want I could even use a toy. Something thin and not too large, okay?” the hero asked, and Carter looked away, unsure. On one hand, it would be an in. They’d know that they could dangle an orgasm in front of him and start to fuck him like that. Get him all aroused, unable to think straight with his head filling with fantasies and his inhibitions falling the longer things went on. They’d be able to feminise him, corrupt him, and turn him into another bimbo whore faggot that loved cocks and submitted to the government and elites who wanted the world to all be gay and stupid.

But on the other hand… he’d get to cum.

“Oh-okay,” Carter said, and as he did, he noticed how his heart was pounding.

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The place Carter had been led to smelled of latex, some kind of cleaner, fish, and something else, something… musky. That musk he couldn’t quite put a name to, but at least it smelt better than the fishy smell he was pretty sure came from something other than fish. The dungeon he was in was somewhere still in the rig. The floors of the place had been fixed up, padding all over the floor, leaving it firm but far friendlier to things like knees and other bony joints. Assault and Battery were in the room with him, all of his clothing excluding the cage had been taken off, and now he was here, with a hot chick and her rather feminine slut of a husband. 

“So uh…” Carter started, unsure really how to proceed as he looked to the two. Assault, the fucking gay ass pervert had started to unzip parts of his costume with hidden zippers, revealing himself to Carter though the E88 cape didn’t visibly react. It wasn’t something he hadn’t seen a million times on social media what with all the trap porn and other kinds of stuff being uploaded all the time by popular femboys and other kinds of gay sissy bottoms. He tried to keep his porn all straight, but there was only so much that could be done.

Battery meanwhile didn’t do that kind of stuff. Instead she’d slipped on some different gloves. Just some latex ones that no doubt were more meant for pleasure than punching. She’d stepped over to some kind of low table, and now that he’d spoken, she beckoned him over and patted on the table top. 

“Come over here, and we can start your milking,” she said with a smile. His heart racing, Carter did the only thing he could and nodded, before slowly making his way over. He didn’t exactly know what to do with his face, frown at the fact that they’d gotten him, smile since he’s about to cum? He didn’t really know what to do, especially since he was still a virgin. He didn’t know anything about any of this stuff other than whatever fetish fuel he’d accidentally bumbled his way into while on the internet. Then of course, seeing it was completely different from actually being a part of it. When he imagined himself in a BDSM scene, or even having sex, he’d thought he’d be more confident. He’d have gotten the girl, they’d have gotten to third base or whatever base it was supposed to be, and he’d know he’d earned it. He’d have swept a cute girl off her feet and then when he’d wooed her, they’d have hot, passionate sex, his condomed cock pressing into her pussy, his fingers roaming over her, their kissing desperate and needy as they fucked.

Now though, he felt like a meek lamb heading for the slaughter. A slaughter he’d voluntarily gone for. Yet he couldn’t quite regret it, he was so horny right now, his dick straining in its cage, pressing its flesh into the bars, and making him wish that he didn’t have to wear the thing. Reaching the table, Carter tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, his breathing erratic. Battery didn’t react, but no doubt she saw it. She saw how nervous he was about all this. 

“Come on up Thane, just get on all fours on this table here, and we can start,” she said, and Carter nodded. He got on, placing a knee and hand on before lifting the rest of himself up. Carter shivered a bit while up on the table, mostly from nerves while he waited. He shouldn’t have done this. They were probably getting ready to fuck him, or do something to him. He was a villain and they were heroes, they were going to try and pull something and then he’d be fucked.

Yet the possibility… it was too much. Then Carter gasped as Battery started to touch him back there. Her hands rubbed at his thighs, soft rubbing, sliding her hands up and down. Despite himself, he felt himself twitch down there, his caged junk shifting a bit, giving it a little swing. 

“What a nice set of thighs, and your ass, I bet you turn all the girls’ heads,” Battery said, her hand still rubbing his inner thighs, but not much else. He wanted to ask about her unlocking him, yet refrained. He wasn’t sure if that offer would be retracted if he messed something up. 

“Makes me just want to grab them. You know, slip my hands in like this, press you against me. That’d be nice hmm?” she asked and Carter could see it in his mind. Her just walking up, grabbing and then pulling, his head slipping right atop her breasts, getting pressed up against the thing of every boy’s desire, they’d be right there against his head. The only price being a few gropes by a pretty lady. All he’d have to do was look down and then they’d be against his face.

“Enjoying that thought?” the hero asked and Carter couldn’t really do much more than hum in the affirmative. 

“I thought you might,” Battery said as she continued to rub him. He wanted more, he wanted her to touch him more. His shivering only continued, his breath still ragged as he enjoyed the hero’s touch. Yet with only a wall to watch, Carter couldn’t help his wandering eyes. They drifted over to Assault’s bright red costume. The slut had at some point grabbed a big thick dildo. The thing had a large base on it and the male hero was showing off his cage still as he was lubing the thing up. Carter wasn’t sure what he thought of having an audience… but if that’s what he needed to have in order to cum, then fine, whatever. The slut can watch him get “milked” while he stays denied and caged. Carter’ll get to enjoy his wife while he gets reduced to bouncing on a dick. 

Of course though, the moment that Assault could see that Carter was watching, he slowed his preparations, his hand going from generously and quickly lubing up the faux cock, to gently, sensually rubbing it as if it were the real thing. His legs spread out more, showing himself on display for the villain, one lubed up hand sliding it’s way up, all the while the domino masked hero smirked at Carter. In a huff, Carter looked away, or at least tried. His eyes continued to try to dart back, but Carter had to move his head specifically so he couldn’t look. Battery giggled a bit at this, but said nothing as she kept rubbing his thighs, before eventually she stopped. Carter then heard the door of the dungeon open and then some footsteps. 

“Here you are Ma’am, the key you wanted,” Carter heard a gruff voice say. Certainly not a cape then.

“Thank you captain, you can go now,” Battery said and Carter then heard the sound of the trooper’s boots walking away before the door closed. So… this was it. Carter let out a shuddering breath. His key was here. After three months… he’d finally get let out. He could barely wait.

“Well then, now that we have your key, lets get started,” Battery said, and then Carter felt Battery’s hand on his genitals, a latex gloved hand taking hold of his balls, her fingers pressing against the cage of his cock. Carter shuddered at the feeling. Even just this small touch sent a spark of pleasure through him, the sensation of Battery touching his balls was enough to let a little pre slip out. As Battery took hold of his caged dick, Carter waited with baited breath. Battery took long agonising seconds to unlock him, touching him and pulling his cock back. He could already feel his dick hardening, the deepest part of his member pressing up against the rings as Battery pulled it back, her warm latex clad fingers taking hold of what little bits of flesh had squeezed through the small holes between the rings and bars that made up Carter’s cage. For a moment, he couldn’t even breath, his anticipation so great, and then, he heard the sound of a small metallic key entering into the cage’s integrated lock. 

That was all the warning Carter got before the hero pulled, slipping the lock out of its crevice. Then, slowly, gently, Carter felt Battery taking hold of his cage and pull on it. Unlocked, the thing came off easily, the pegs that connected it no longer secure, and Carter was suddenly free after three months of denial. Almost immediately Carter could feel himself getting hard, his dick filling with blood as Battery finally pulled off his cage. His growing member pressed up against the metal ring that was still on his dick, turning it into a metal cock ring. Blood flowed in easily, and found it harder to leave. His penis getting harder than ever as he felt it rise to its full length, then a little beyond. He felt Battery tug on the ring but gave up after a second or two, leaving the metal thing there. Carter almost breathed a sigh of relief. The ring was tight enough that the PRT chastity specialists had to slip his member and balls in one and a time, before squeezing his dick down to get it in. With his cock hard as it was, it’d be impossible to get it off, at least not without crushing his balls into a paste which he was glad to avoid.

“My my, Thane, you’ve been denied for so long,” Battery said, and as she did so, Carter gasped as he felt her fingers. Lubed up or something as her hand glided across his cock. She pressed her palm up against the underside of his dick, fingers squeezing around him, pressing into his lower head, and sending a welcome wave of pleasure through Carter. The cape could barely help it as his dick twitched, his member pulling forward and then out of Battery’s light grip as it swung forward and slapped his bare stomach. Battery giggled at that, her fingers going upwards, and pressing into his thick, blue balls. Massaging them for a moment.

“Such big balls you have, almost has big as my husbands are now,” she said, the mention of her husband making Carter glance back to Assault. It seemed though that the slut had been waiting for that, because the moment Assault noticed Carter looking, the bimbo had started to lower himself onto his huge dildo. The slut letting out a girlish moan as he did so, his hole getting spread out as his hands slid down his legs. His cage easily on display and his balls, big and round no doubt from how much his wife denied him, hung there. Carter could see how the dildo spread the hero out, filling his hole. Despite himself, Carter felt his ass clench, his cock twitch. He had to swallow again. 

“My, what a greedy little hole,” Battery said, and then she touched him… back there. Carter pulled away a bit, and clenched his cheeks. Battery’s hands thankfully didn’t follow, the cape boy unable to stop himself for a moment as he continued to lean away… but… he’d known this was going to happen. He’d expected it, and she’d literally told him. If… if he wanted to be “milked” then Battery would finger him. Slowly, like a lamb to the slaughter, Carter leaned back, once more presenting his ass and cock to the hero. 

“Good boy,” Carter heard her say, and hated the fact that he blushed as she said that, and kind of… enjoyed it. Once more Battery started to touch him. Her palm once more pressed against the underside of his cock, but at the same time, another hand came, and pressed against his back entrance. Just a finger, and Carter still clenched, but unlike before, he didn’t move away. He… he needed this too much. 

“Mmmm, good boy, you’re so brave,” Battery said, her words soft, like she was talking to a spooked animal that was afraid to be touched. Though in truth, that pretty much was what Carter was. A scared creature, afraid of his captors, and just like on those scared animals, her soft coos worked to calm him a bit. The other part was how Battery was squeezing his cock. She wasn’t stroking it or anything, but even just her slipping her fingers around, and squeezing down on his hard erection was enough to drive delicious sensations through him, his cock hard as could be from the metal cock ring stuck on him now. 

With her finger all lubed up, Battery began to slide her finger around Carter’s hole. Her fingers rubbing up and down Carter’s sphincter, slowly massaging it. Despite the fact that he wasn’t some gay boy like most of the heroes, Carter’s hole back there had started to feel good, even from just her rubbing him, from sliding her fingers around his back entrance. Carter let out a deep breath from the feeling, and despite himself his cock twitched not form the squeezing, but from the feeling in his ass. 

“Oh, oh look, a little bit of pre,” Battery said, and then Carter felt a finger swipe over his lower head. The friction as it passed over the head dropped significantly, his pre making a good lube for Battery as she continued to tease his back hole, massaging some more. All the while, Assault had kept up the little show Carter’s eyes were continuously drawn to, the slut taking his dildo slow and deliberate for Carter, letting him see how his ass was spread out by the monstrous cock. Carter tried his best not to imagine it, or even himself in the hero’s shoes.

But then Battery’s finger slipped in, and Carter couldn’t help but gasp as it slipped past his hole and into him. 

“Hmm, easier than expected, have you been having some fun?” Battery asked, while Carter blushed hard. His experimentations in his most shameful and desperate moments coming back to haunt him. 

“No,” he said, though his voice trembled, and his hole told another story. Though he wasn’t lying either. It hadn’t been fun, especially when he tried the hammer and had started bleeding. Thank god it hadn’t gotten infected, but it hurt to poop for a while after.

“Naughty boy, lying to me. You’ve had some fun back there,” Battery said as she continued to finger fuck his ass. Despite how his previous experimentations had gone though… this was different. It… felt better than when he’d… gotten desperate. Slowly as Battery eased her finger in, she slowly started to tease his hole. Her lubed up finger nice and slick, her digit expanding him little by little as she played with him. 

“Such a cute little hole,” Battery said, and Carter couldn’t help but blush, no doubt he looked ridiculous like this, the hero sliding her finger in, a hand around his cock. He shuddered a bit at the image, and at how Assault was still going slowly fucking his ass, letting the huge dildo fill his hole. How he was able to fit such a huge monster in Carter had no idea. Asses shouldn’t be able to take such a huge dick, and yet.

“Mmmmh, if feel so good,” Assault called out, the slut bringing a hand up to his cage, squeezing it, like Carter would squeeze his own. Pressing down against his balls while his ass was full of cock. 

“He’s such a needy slut,” Battery commented. “I’m going to stick another finger in, okay? Then we can start having some real fun.”

“Okay,” Carter said, unsure what to say or even do, his gaze remained fixed on Assault, and his senses were fixed on what Battery was doing to him. Some part of him almost imagined him in Assault’s shoes, being fucked like that. His ass being trained enough to take cock like that, to get ass fucked by some big black man with a huge cock. Assault probably was made to by his wife. The female dominants on the heroes side likely taking pleasure in degrading their male counter parts. Pushing them down, holding them there as a big black man came up behind them, huge cocks at the ready and lubed up. They’d come up and slide their shlong in, fully filling the sluts up before the big black would get on the bed. He’d hold them down, before roughly beginning to piston his hips forward, and steadily beginning to fuck their white sissy asses, his huge dick destroying their holes.

“Ah!” Carter cried, the feeling of a finger slipping in, the sight of Assault, and then the thought, the thought of a huge black man sliding his cock into a small whitey. His hips shook as pleasure nearly over took him, his cock began to twitch, and for a moment he thought he’d cum, but Battery stopped. Let go of him, and Carter shook his hips now deliberately, his cock slapping against his stomach a bit, but then nothing came. The sensation subsiding a little bit as Battery giggled. 

“Oh no, not yet cutie, not until we get to the best part. Now hold still,” she said, and Carter obeyed. His head filled with erotic thoughts, his vision filled with Assault and his naughty performance. The slut had started to go faster as well, his hand off his dick and now the bimbo was using them to start to proper fuck that dildo, his ass sliding up and down the huge cock, his cage flying wildly around as the latex clad hero fucked himself. 

“Assault stop,” Battery commanded, and suddenly Assault did so, freezing, though his hips jerked and moved in spasms, almost like Carter’s had. From the cage, pre dripped, and assault himself was breathing hard.

“Go slow.”

“Yes Mistress,” Assault said, and then be began to pull himself off the cock. For a second Carter didn’t understand, but he felt Battery pulling out of him now as well, until only the tips of her two fingers were left. Her other hand took hold of his cock but once more didn’t do too much. She just held it tenderly, the warmth of her hand, and the slight pressure already keeping him nice and hard. 

Then as Assault slowly eased himself back on the dildo, Carter felt Battery’s fingers begin to ease in as well. For a moment, Carter imagined himself in Assault’s boots, his ass being filled by the massive dildo, clad in latex. Carter’s cock twitched at the idea, his pre continuing to drip and his ass clenching around Battery’s fingers. The two digits in him sending that strange pleasure through him, the stretching making him feel good, and with her hand on his cock. It… it was the best thing he’d ever felt. Though as Assault went lower, Carter took that back. Battery’s fingers slid in time with Assault’s fucking, and then she it something that made Carter gasp. His cock twitched hard, his ass clenched again as pleasure shot through the captive villain. Battery giggled again.

“There it is, hold on Assault,” she said, and then Carter instantly knew what she’d hit; his prostate, his p-spot, God’s little joke on men. It… it felt better than anything he could remember. As his mistress ordered, Assault stopped, and Battery kept pressing on that spot, each press sending another tumultuous wave through Carter as the pleasure continued to mount.

“Does that feel good?” Battery asked, and Carter bit his lip. It did feel good, it felt amazing. Better than anything he could remember. Not even stroking his cock and cumming felt as good as he did right now. 

“I said, does that feel good?” Battery asked again, this time letting off his bitch button, and Carter responded:

“Yes,” he said, breathy, and needy. He… he wanted to feel it more. 

“Do you want more?” Battery asked, and Carter nodded. He wanted more, he was so desperate, and it felt so good. 

“Yes,” he repeated as a lustful fog started to fill his mind, as higher thoughts left his head. He wanted this; he wanted this pleasure to continue to feel good. Then as Assault began again, so did Battery, her fingers starting to fuck Carter some more, sliding in and out of his ass. Uncaring to stop himself, Carter started to moan a bit as she did so, as Battery began to properly finger fuck him with her two fingers. Her fingers would slide in, filling his hole with their thick girth, and bump up against his p-spot. Pleasure would bloom and soon enough they reached a wonderful rhythm that sent sensual delight rippling through Carter.

As time went on, so did their speed. As Assault would speed up, Battery would match her bimbo, fucking Carter faster and the assaults of pleasure would speed up. Carter’s moans soon enough had stared to grow louder, from barely audible to quiet yet high pitched peals let out because of the pleasure knocking around him. Were his core an island it’d have been flooded by now by the growing tsunami he felt growing in him. His whole body even had started to feel good, his core swamped by the waters of sensual sensation that was only rising higher the more Battery played with his ass. 

He needed more. Carter needed it, and soon enough he started to lean back. He tried to time it, as Battery began to slide her fingers forward, Carter would try to slide back, driving her fingers into him deeper, her hand sliding up against his ass, his cock gripped tighter. More, he needed more, it felt so good. 

As time went on Carter fully fell into it as well, fucking himself on Battery’s fingers while unable to look away from Assault. The two male capes fucking their asses on toys, engulfed in a miasma of pleasure and sensation. Assault himself even started to jerk around, his ass fucking growing wild and barely controlled. His body would contort and spasm, his mind no doubt as overwhelmed by sensation as Carter’s was as he did the same. The two sluts unable to help themselves as their hind brains took over and drove their passions forth. 

“Ah!” Carter cried out, his moans having since turned to cries of delight. Each crashing wave of lust filling him with desire, his needy moans mixed with assaults, the two boys filling the chamber with sounds of lustful pleasure, of a hedonistic need for more. Then in a desperate cry for help, Carter spoke again:

“Please, more!” the E88 cape cried, wanting more, wanting to feel more, to have a third finger. His lust overriding any shame he might have had at that moment, and then as he felt a third pressing into his entrance, he couldn’t take it. Just as he felt that third finger begin to expand his hole more, to drive it in with the others, battering his button, with Battery squeezing his cock, it was suddenly too much, and Carter let out a high pitched cry. It sounded like a dying animal as his balls pulled up, his cock began to twitch wildly, when suddenly Battery pulled away from his dick.

Carter pealed again, wanting the pleasure to continue, to feel something more, but Battery wouldn’t have it. She pulled away entirely, leaving Carter paralysed by his coming climax. His hips shook and thrust, his cock swung with wild abandon, cum spraying across the table.

Yet Carter felt none of it. The pleasure fell away, disappearing into the void. He felt nothing as his cum first sprayed, and then began to drizzle out, dripping onto the table, before Carter in exhaustion fell forward onto the table. He crashed into his cum but he didn’t care. His mind awash with more need than ever. Cumming hadn’t helped; it only drove him on more. He needed more, the lustful fog in his mind hadn’t receded, but he also couldn’t muster the strength to do something about it as he lay there in his shame. 

“Oh such a good boy,” Battery said as she came up to Carter, petting his head and giving him a small hug, though Carter barely responded, his mind awash with both shame and lust, his desire having barely receded as he lay there. He still wanted more, yet his body was sluggish to respond. As he crawled once more to all fours, he sat there a moment, unsure what to do, though then he felt Battery pat him on the ass, and Carter stiffened, his ass clenching in an almost… needy fashion. Battery didn’t do much with her hand on his butt, just rubbing his cheek as if rubbing some cattle to calm them down… which must be him since he’d just been “milked”. 

“There now stay still,” Battery said, and Carter obeyed. The hand slipped away from his ass, and then slipping around his cock. While it twitched, Carter could feel it’d calmed down, going flaccid. It still was semi hard, but as Carter felt something cold and metal press up against his lower head, he knew he wasn’t about to get a proper happy ending this time. Perhaps next time they wouldn’t ruin his climax, though he doubted it. Not unless it was from doing something humiliating no doubt. 

As he pondered, the cage was slipped on, and he once more was trapped inside of his cage.

“There we go, a nice proper first session,” Battery declared, slowly helping Carter to his feet from the table, or at least trying. Despite himself, Carter could barely stand, his knees shaking and feeling weak. They felt like they shouldn’t be able to support him, like he was too heavy for them, or that they’d collapse any second now. He had to hold onto Battery for support, gripping and hugging an arm to himself as he tried to stand until eventually he’d gotten somewhat stable. 

“Alright then Thane, lets get you back to your cell, okay?” she asked, even though he didn’t have much of a choice, or even ability to resist her as she started to lead him away, her husband following behind them.

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 Hole in the Wall (Worm AU)

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Taylor looked up at the graffiti near the non-descript door. The graffiti being a symbol that marked where an ABB brothel was. Though with how easy it was to find them in the docks and with how everyone, including the police, ignored them, they might as well just open up as a legit business unless they actually had sex slaves working in them like the rumours say. Then again however, no one really cared with everything going on in the bay already. 

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Taylor pushed the door open to the place. It opened up into what seemed like a regular hallway of what seemed to be some kind of motel. One side was blocked off with a badly painted wood wall, the distant sound of music coming from beyond, while the other way was clear. Taking the obvious route, Taylor eventually ended up in the lobby. The windows were barricaded up with particle board but on a small light up sign it had “Fen’s Fun Fuck Factory,” on the front of the counter. An Asian girl was dressed in some kind of skimpy version of a kimono, with an obvious metal slave collar on that had a very heavy duty chain connecting to the desk. He’d have thought her a sex slave were she not lounging in a chair with her feet up, a key spinning in her fingers and reading a fashion magazine. Taylor approached the desk, and had to swallow again, though couldn’t think to speak. When he approached, the girl looked up for a second before her eyes widened. 

“Fuck, buzzers fucked again, I’ll have to tell Fen to fix it again. Sorry, supposed to pretend to be a sex slave or some shit but looks like I fucked that up. So how can I help you? You want to buy admission right?” as she said that she got what looked to be a stamp ready. He could get in like that, but it’d do him no good. 

The trio had locked him in chastity, a deal he made with them to back off on their bitchiness in exchange for control of his penis. He knew they were futas, or at least Sophia and Emma were. Hell, he and Emma had sucked each other off when they were younger and experimenting a bit, or rather Emma exploring hers, he’d just went along with it and had fun.

“Uh… actually uh, I wanted to… uh, be- be in the wall,” he said, barely able to say it as the girl’s eyebrows shot into her hair, though her surprise rapidly fell away into a smug and almost lustful smile. She pulled her feet down from the desk and with the key unlocked the chain keeping her at the desk. 

“Ha, already know what you want hmm? Alright, follow me,” she said as she put up a sign saying “On Break,” and walked to a door marked “employee’s only”. She opened it wide and gestured inside. Taylor of course followed and they entered a combination break and changing room. Taylor followed the girl until they reached the changing part and she stopped by a locker.

“Now I knew you just want to be fucked at the wall, but maybe you can indulge me at the moment. Have you ever thought of cross dressing?” she asked. Taylor remained silent but his blush was all the answer she needed as she opened a locker up. Inside the locker were strips of cyan cloth that could have been the smallest bikini that Taylor had ever seen. As she pulled it out, he was proven right as she held out the strips of soft cloth with tiny triangles that would “hide” his nipples, along with a skirt. Taylor without a word reached out, and the girl let him take them, and he felt his heart starting to speed up as he held the skirt and strips. The girl’s smile continued to grow as he held them, no doubt his blush increasing to nuclear levels. Though he froze like a statue under her gaze. 

“You nervous?” she asked, and Taylor nodded, it was all he could do. He wanted to, he so very wanted to wear them, yet his body wouldn’t move.

“You want help getting into those things?” she asked and Taylor nodded again. “Okay, let’s start with getting those boring boy clothes off.”

She approached him slowly, and he could feel her eyes watching him for any reaction as she slowly brought her hands closer. Eventually, she started to touch him, one hand on his front, the other on his back. The one on his back started to rub into it, almost like she was starting a massage, or comforting him, while the other slid its way up to the zipper of his hoodie. Taylor just focused on his breathing as she started to pull on it, bringing it all the way down, and then as she fully unzipped it, Taylor slid it off, letting it fall down. 

“There we go, that’s not too bad, so, lets get the rest of it off, okay?” she asked and Taylor nodded. They both moved slowly, almost like the hoodie being pulled off released the spell, or maybe he was just so hopeless he needed to be directed to do anything right. He felt his pants being undone as he pulled off his shirt with a single pull, letting it fall to the floor. As he felt pull both his pants and underwear down, the girl stopped. 

“Ahh, I see,” she said. A hand cupped his balls, the palm of it pressing into the front of his pink chastity cage. Taylor fidgeted but did nothing to stop her as she started to play with his caged cock. She seemed to nod as she looked up and grinned at him. 

“You got a nice cute clitty Mr. Sissy,” she said and giggled a bit before backing away from his rapidly hardening dick. It strained in its cage but otherwise stayed stuck in there. “You keep getting dressed, I’ll see if we have some stockings around here to get you some extra attention.”

Then she walked towards a separate room as Taylor started to dress in the tiny outfit of pink strips. Despite how small the triangles were on the bra, they actually were okay for covering up his nipples, if nothing else. The panties of the whole set up were another story as he found that the things were just there to frame his cage, and there was also a hole by where his ass was. The thing would be practically useless as anything other than decoration, which luckily, that’s all it was for, a way to show off slutty sissies like him. The skirt itself was also so short that ever his pink cage poked out from underneath the folds. Only the tip could be seeing, but it could still be seen even as he looked at a mirror that was there. The less said about how visible his blue balls were the better. Eventually the girl came back and looked him up and down before smiling. 

“You look good, just need these and you’re practically guaranteed to get pacified.”

“What?” Taylor asked and the girl snorted.

“Pacified. I know you’re so fucking horny that if someone told you to bend over and spread your ass for them, you would. Hell, even if you’re not gay, I bet if some fat naked bear walks in and slams you into the lockers you’d moan all sexy like and grind your ass into his cock faster than I can say butt slut. I also know that if you’re as new as you seem, you’re probably not going to cum unless some bull has the stamina and position to hit that bitch button just right to make you spew your sissy cum all over the floor. But, even if you don’t end up cumming you’re going to be nice and pacified. Still horny as heck, but also exhausted and feeling good enough that you calm down just enough that you can pretend that you’re more than just a cute butt slut.”

“Uhh…” was Taylor’s only response and that seemed to finally make the girl blush.

“Oops, forgot I’m dealing with a newbie. There are a lot of sissies and femboys that come here, especially in October, so I kind of know a lot of the jargon... Anyways, get these on and I’ll get you all set up in the wall,” she said as she passed over a set of white and cyan striped stockings to him. The stockings were rather soft and slid on his hairless legs easily. As he slipped them on the girl leaned against the locker and watched as he slipped them on.

“You must be damn good at shaving, I don’t think I even see a single hair on you,” she commented and Taylor made a little affirmative hum at her before responding.

“A uh, friend helped with that…” an artefact from before Emma turned into a bitch. He’d started to grow hair, so Emma had discovered a solution since she didn’t want him to become a “hairy ape,” and so she found out about some kind of laser product that blasted away hair and kept it gone. Now he was hairless all over his body from his mouth down. 

“Well she did a great job. I’ve seen too many sissies that are too lazy to even shave properly, or just can’t get those hard to reach spots on their backs. Anyways, get these heels on and then lets get you all set up,” she said as she passed him a set of high heels and then started to lead him out of the room. Taylor followed tepidly, his shoulders tense, his eyes darting everywhere as they walked. He tried to keep his breathing slow and natural, but he could already feel his heart pumping as he started to get closer. They entered into what could be considered the main area proper. There was music playing, some kind of forgettable disco stuff that wasn’t too loud but ate up the empty air. The lighting was low, but there was enough to be able to see, though most of the place was painted almost the same. Were it not for the girl Taylor would have lost his way easily within the labyrinth of strobe lights, grey walls, doors, and black rubber flooring. 

There were others there as well. None were in as fetishistic an outfit as him. Most were just in their underwear, or wearing nothing at all. Hard cocks were plentiful among the men and a few futa women here as they watched as they walked by. As they passed by some rooms, girls were servicing men in one way or another, ranging from being fucked in swings to merely blowing them. Some were in bondage or in outfits like the girl who he was following, while others were completely naked as they fucked their clients. He even saw a bunch of rather feminine looking boys being felt up by the men there, both stroking each other as the fat hairy men dominated the smaller asian boys. Most were Asian but he did see some white girls among the people here, and even some white boys among the asian twinks as well. A white twink and an Asian were even making out, their cocks pressed against each other as older men and even an older futa woman watched the pair, their hands stroking their own cocks. 

It was all so… so much… he wasn’t even sure how to describe it. An overload of lewd and alluring information perhaps? The more he saw, the harder his dick got in its cage. He pushed at his cage to keep it from slipping out even more from his micro skirt, but soon enough it’d be of no use. Eventually they got to a section of the building where Taylor saw his first hole in the wall. It was filled, most of them were filled, and a lot of them were women. Asses hung out of the wall, their thick rumps shining in the light as if the asses were art pieces on display. Each slut in the wall had their asses shaking a bit, their legs bent in such a way to present their asses out for anyone who passed. Each station had what looked to be a roll of condoms set up beside each butt as well as a dispenser of likely lube hooked to the wall. Then there was also a series of plugs hanging from chains that ranged from a tiny little plug to a thick and long plug that was bigger than some dildos Taylor had shamefully used in the past. Not as big as Emma, but.... A bit further Taylor could see some men and a futa going at the wall, sliding their dicks and the humping furiously at people, their moans mixing with the music. Taylor swallowed and bit his lip, his cock growing harder in its cage, his ass twitching at the thought, of people using him. Eventually they reached an empty spot in the wall. The holes themselves looked alright; there was what seemed to be a bunch of padding around the bottom of the hole, and a curtain that was slipped to likely keep people form seeing the rest of the person they were fucking. 

“Here we go, a nice little hole for you to slip into,” the girl said as she stood beside the empty hole. Still nervous, Taylor slowly walked up to the hole before looking back. The girl smiled at him and gestured to it. Bending over, Taylor slowly slid himself in, slowly stepping forth until he passed by the curtains. The cushion didn’t go that far in, but it kept his stomach supported as he felt the girl’s hand on his ass, pushing him until he was fully in. With the hole being vertical, Taylor realised that the most comfortable position for his legs were nice and bent, which only helped to stick his ass out for anyone who was there, just as the others had been doing there. All along the wall, he could see girls and a few boys, their fronts sticking out. Girls had their tits out, boys naked as the day that they were born. Girls were playing with their nipples, and a some of them were being jerked around, pushed back and forth by something as they banged against the walls, their faces twisted in delight as they no doubt were being fucked. 

Taylor had to swallow a bit, his excitement continuing to grow more as he was now, he was now stuck in a wall, like all those dumb pornos, his ass out in the open. He could try to escape, but he’d have to wiggle and shake his ass as he did so, and the leather. Shifting a bit it stuck to his skin, and would likely make it harder to get out. Not impossible but it was a slight barrier. Taylor tried to stay still, and he could feel his heart starting to pound. The thing practically sliding up his chest and into his throat. He felt the tightness of his cage now, how it encased his member, forcing it to strain against the metals bars of its cage. 

Then he remembered the girl’s fingers. They’d never really left his ass, continuing to slide around it, feeling him up. Did, did she want him? For a moment he wondered, when he felt her other set of fingers press against his back door. He gasped slightly, before slowly she began to circle his back hole. Taylor did his best to stay still, merely feeling how she touched him. Her circling didn’t last long, and slowly she slid a finger in, then two. They slipped in easily, he’d… he’d not exactly come here without a bit of practice. His lust had somewhat overhelmed him before he’d given in and come here. He’d tried everything he had on hand, but it hadn’t been enough. 

“Oh, you dirty boy, were you getting all ready for this?” Taylor heard through the plywood, but he didn’t respond, just trying his best not to moan as she started adding three fingers and had been thrusting into him a bit. He heard a giggle before she pulled out, but not before he felt something thick being pressed up against his pucker. 

“Well let’s keep you nice and ready, slut,” she said before her fingers escaped and something thick was being pressed into his ass. Taylor groaned a bit, but soon enough it popped in, barely any stretching required as he felt one of the plug slip into his ass. His butt squeezed on it, helping pull it in as it rested in his ass, drawing his attention rearward as his hips moved a slight bit, getting used to the plug, and maybe in some small way trying to stimulate his caged cock. 

For a while Taylor just sat there, waiting, and watching as others were fucked. Some of the girls continued to play with themselves, while a bunch of the boys were already being fucked. As Taylor watched, it was almost like the boys were being fucked more than the girls, their asses pounded by the horny patrons on the other side. A few girls were even left alone long enough to start to gab to each other. Taylor was about to listen in, when suddenly he felt soft, delicate hand grab his ass. He couldn’t stop the small “eep” that came out of him as the person on the other side started to kneed his rear. There was little doubt in Taylor’s mind that whoever was back there was a futa from just her hands. After a moment, she reached down, her hand sliding across his ass until she took hold of his caged cock. He heard a soft, feminine chuckle, before he felt the futa touch the plug. Taylor’s cock twitched as it was tugged at, the pleasure as the plug was pulled out like a spark, and Taylor’s knees knocked together a bit while Taylor’s excitement grew. His ass clenched down on nothing, twitching and eager, especially as he felt a big, thick cock lining up to Taylor’s hole. 

The man on the other side started slowly, but surely enough, it started to slide in. Taylor couldn’t help a soft moan as he felt himself getting spread out. The thing was thicker than the plug or anything else he’d had. It didn’t hurt much, but as his ass was stretched, Taylor moaned a bit more, pleasure starting to mix in with it, a soft pleasure from the stretching as his ass was starting to get filled up and stuffed by the dick girl’s cock. Like a glacier, cock filled Taylor, siding into his tight hole. As it did, Taylor’s hips started to shake as he took his second ever cock. Then, it started too slid over that one, special place, and Taylor let out another moan as the thick cock started to press its hot hardness against his special place. Taylor’s back arched, and he wished there was something to grab as he pressed his hands against the wall he was in and his was breathing hard as the girth of the girl’s cock filled his body with a pleasure he hadn’t felt for a long time. 

Eventually, just as it seemed as deep as it could get, Taylor felt the futa press her soft skinned body against Taylor’s ass, her hands gripping his hips. Already just from driving her cock in, Taylor was a mess as he tried to catch his breath in the wall. His unconsciously ass clenched and squeezed the dick in his ass, making his own cock jump with each small surge of pleasure. By now Taylor’s legs had given up on properly supporting him, and instead he just rubbed his legs together, also pressing his thighs into his balls as he did so, adding a bit more sensual sensation to his core as they stayed there for a moment, frozen in time as Taylor writhed in delight.

Then the person on the other side actually started to move. In a swift move, the futa pulled back from Taylor’s ass, pulling herself nearly all the way out; before like a freight train she drove her colossal cock all the way back in. Taylor cried out, unable to help himself as he slammed his hand into the wall as delight detonated in his ass, the cock filling him sending fireworks of pleasure through him as the man filled his ass full. Taylor couldn’t help as his whole body shook from the move. The sissy’s moans adding to the cries of the others on that side of the wall. Yet it did not end there as the futa had only started his feud with Taylor’s ass, drawing back once more for another slam, slowly but powerfully pounding Taylor’s poor pucker, driving her cock into the boy with the determination of a bull. With each thrust, Taylor couldn’t help himself as he cried out, his eyes rolling up as he lost focus, his only attention now on his ass. He writhed and squirmed in the hole like the other boys and girls being fucked, no doubt his face a rictus of rapture as his hole was pounded by the big, thick cocked girl. His caged dick jumped with every thrust, the clacking of the lock underneath adding to the slick sounds of cock corn holing Taylor’s tushie. 

“Fuck! Fuck! ahh! Fuck! Oooh!” Taylor continued to cry, his delight driving his mind to ruin as the fucking grew more and more frantic, as the speed of his pounding increased with the same force as before, and was just as consistent as ever as the woman continued to blast Taylor with pleasure from each thrust into his special place. Then almost like a switch had been flipped, the pleasure increased, spreading to more than just his whole ass. Taylor’s whole body filled with sensation and delight as he moaned again from the bliss that was overtaking his body, filling his mind, and driving his only thoughts towards sensual pleasure. Like his body was possessed, Taylor felt himself doing everything he could to help drive himself onto the girl’s cock, his knees pressing into the wall at just the right time to dive the futa in further, his body shaking and moving on it’s own, the moans losing all coherency as it turned from praise and swearing to wanton animalistic sounds. He rapidly lost all control, his body a slave to the pleasure as he submitted to it. He could feel himself leaking from his cage, pre dripping from it and slicking his balls from where the big and round things pressed into his small little cage before it fell to the floor.

Then as the pleasure seemed to reach its peak, as it seemed that it couldn’t rise any higher, the woman drove her cock deep into Taylor’s ass, once more, and stayed there. It twitched mightily, pressing into Taylor’s walls and drawing out small moans of wonder from him before sudden delicious warmth started to fill his ass as he heard a grunt form the other side. Wad after wad of warmth was spewed into him, and Taylor couldn’t help a shudder go through him at the feeling of the warm cum filling him. A joyous smile spread across Taylor’s face, and stayed there even as the girl began to pull out. Despite the fact that it was done Taylor couldn’t help but feel great, both pleasure and a sense of happiness filled him from head to toe as he practically vibrated with excitement. He almost pulled himself from the hole, just so that he could lick the woman’s cock clean, to worship her, for making him feel that way. Then as he luxuriated in the feeling, he felt the delicate hands of the futa grab his ass, and then he felt something rubbery start to get pressed into his likely gaping hole. Taylor moaned again as pleasure once more was visited upon him, his legs starting to shake again as his ass was spread once more, it going wider, and wider, the pleasure from the stretching almost as good as the man’s cock. Then it passed by a point of no return, and his ass engulfed the plug. It slipped in, and then was stuck there, the base keeping it from being completely eaten as Taylor was plugged up, the warm cum trapped in Taylor, unable to escape leaving Taylor filled with a futa’s seed. 

Breathing hard, Taylor practically went limp, his legs though practically bounced in place, and there was no chance of his blissful smile leaving his face. No doubt his ass was wiggling as the others had, advertising his backside to anyone out there, especially as his caged dick clacked and bounced around on tune with his legs jumping with nervous energy. Despite being finished the Futa hadn’t left yet, and he heard a giggle before the futa back there spoke.

“Always knew you were a slut Taylor,” a voice said and Taylor froze as he realised that Emma was back there, she was here, and she’d just filled his hole. She’d… she’d been the one to fuck his ass and give him such… such wondrous pleasure. She giggled some more before suddenly pain shot into his backside as she slapped his butt with the flat of her hand. The pain was miniscule, barely even worth the “ahh” that came out more from surprise than pain as Emma squeezed his tush. 

“You ever want more, just come around my place, and me and the girl’s will show you a good time, just remember to call first, now I better go, looks like you got a line forming here,” she said before she left him, his heart pounding, his rear shaking, and a sudden hope that she hadn’t been lying.

And she hadn’t been. Mere moments after she left, large, burly hands gripped his ass, and a big, thick cock slid between Taylor’s legs as he felt his plug get roughly ripped out before a another cock slid into Taylor’s hole, drawing out another moan from the sissy as he was being fucked once again. This continued on long enough that Taylor rapidly lost his sense of time, or how many cocks he took. He quickly became a favourite ass to fuck in the wall, dicks slipping in with barely a break in between, the clacks of the pad lock against his dick’s plastic cage helping advertise his ass as others came to see what all the commotion was. Taylor’s mind filled with a fog of lustful pleasure and desire, his ass fucked and abused, cum rapidly filling his behind time and time again. For brief moments after each fuck he’d feel cum dripping down his legs from his abused but as each cock used him for their pleasure, spilling load after load into his frothy ass. 

Eventually the endless train of dick stopped after a while, and Taylor was just left there, his belly full of warmth, and his ass filled with a plug. It took long minutes for Taylor to slowly push through the fog in his mind, and eventually he started to raise his head once again. He looked around and nearly all of the holes were empty, only one or two boys or girls, all nearly limp and completely fucked up remained. Though then Taylor felt a presence behind him, and he prepared himself for more. But rather than another fucking, a strong pair of hands slipped under the curtains and grabbed him by his armpits and pulled him from the hole. A big buff asian man held him, with others there as well. He didn’t try to fuck him or anything, though he wouldn’t have minded, his head still so full of that lustful fog that he’d have dropped to his knees and done his best to deep throat the big boy if he wanted. 

“You have a vehicle?” he asked and it took Taylor a while to realise what he was asking before he shook his head.

“Okay, I’ll call you a cab, you just rest... uh don’t take the plug out, we already mopped the floor and I don’t want you making a mess, just a sec I’ll unlock it.” The big man then did just that. In a daze, Taylor was brought to a room where slowly he started to physically recover. Mentally his head was awash with feelings of that lustful fog that filled his head. He had something tossed to him before he was brought out of the place towards the cab. The driver didn’t even ask where to take him, but just drove as Taylor’s cum drunk mind left him giggly and happy as he used a hand to press and play with the plug in his ass, before eventually he arrived home and was kicked out of the cab. Eventually he made it upstairs and collaped into bed.

Only in the morning as his head cleared up that he’d never changed out from the stripperific outfit he’d been given before he’d gotten into the cab and was brought home.

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The Shadow’s Bitch (Worm)

Premise: Male!Taylor with shadow bug powers is Futa!Sophia’s Sissy Slut.

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For the millionth time, Taylor cursed his horniness as he grabbed at his caged cock. He did his best to keep from biting his lips to keep from messing up his lipstick, but it was no use. The plug that Sophia had him put in, plus time he’d been in his cage was certainly getting to him as he fidgeted in the alleyway.

He’d been in it already for more than a whole week, and his desires were getting to him. Sophia having kept him locked up and chaste this whole time. Nothing for a whole week as she smirked and chortled over his predicament, the closest he ever got was her “checks.” Those checks in reality were her sliding up to him, her hands sliding under his clothes, one to a nipple, and another to his cage. One leg would slide between his thighs as she’d begin to tease him. After a week he’d almost started to whimper, the cage not secure enough to keep him from getting hard, and pulling his balls at the same time if he had forgotten to basically tie a thong for himself out of shoelace to keep the cage in place. 

Now she’d decided to change it up as she had him wearing the plug. He’d worn plugs before, even during their patrols. It was hot, and Sophia loved to tease him with them, pushing them in a bit further, wiggling them. Not enough to do anything but press into his p-spot and his cock would twitch from the sensation it would give. This one though, this one was mechanical. He’d learned it was different from the others after about twenty minutes into walking to his and Sophia’s meeting spot, when it’d started to vibrate.

Since then it’d only gotten worse as he kept getting teased. The plug would shift and change, starting off with some vibrating, and then shutting down, before it’d then begin to thrust. The thing must have cost Sophia a pretty penny as it drove itself into him just right to have his caged dick as hard as it could be in its cage, the thing twitching as pleasure spread into his core. Seeing no one around, Taylor let out a little moan as the thrusting continued, his hips shaking a bit as he kept getting fucked by Sophia’s toy. Hopefully she’d show up soon.

And then speak of the devil and she shall arrive. One moment he was leaning against a wall, the next there was a set of hands on him. Both were below, one pressing the plug in further, making him moan a little, while the other slid into his panties, her fingers sliding across his cage, and brought up the pre cum dripping from his caged cock. He knew what she wanted already and Taylor opened his mouth. Sophia slid her fingers in as Taylor moaned around them, licking them and drawing his pre in to taste it. After a few seconds, Sophia got bored and pulled herself out of the wall. While he couldn’t see it due to her costume, he knew she was smirking at him. He could also see she was still giggling at his costume, the one she’d forced him into.

Not that he really minded. His costume let them do all kinds of kinky stuff. The frills of the skirt hid his chastity with ease, the plug in his ass, the corset was annoying but he kind of liked it, plus they were stiff enough when Sophia wanted to she could stick little bullet vibrators on his nipples and no one would be any the wiser.

Except for maybe Armsmaster but he was a dick.

“So Shadow Slut, how was the walk?” Shadow Stalker asked using her preferred name for him. Taylor blushed, and of course played the part for her, his hands coming together as he shifted in place. It was their extra kinky little games while beings capes. The dark and mysterious Shadow Stalker, and her sidekick the equally dark and mysterious magical girl that everyone knew she was fucking due to videos online of them doing it in the alleyways a few times.

Funny enough the frills covered enough they’d yet to figure out that he was a guy. 

Thankfully the PRT had given him a better name: Tall Shade. It wasn’t much better in truth, but it was more appropriate than Shadow Slut for when the Wards and them would meet up to patrol together.

“Hot,” was all Taylor said, making sure to modulate his voice to sound feminine as Sophia giggled, her hand slipping to her belt while Taylor’s breath caught. Within a second Sophia had unlatched her belt, and pulled her pants down. From below, out sprang a thick, hot cock. Taylor could barely contain his smile as he stared at the thing, having to swallow a bit.

“Thought it’d be. How about we heat it up a little bit more hmm?” she asked as she stroked her cock. The pillar of black flesh standing up tall as Taylor nodded before falling to his padded knees. He wasted no time, his hands reaching out, one hand cupping Sophia’s honestly massive balls, while the other went to her dick. Taylor couldn’t help how his breathing grew heady and heavy. He could feel his heart already racing. As he touched the black futa, he felt the plug in his ass shift, rewarding him for servicing her. The thing started to fuck him again while vibrating, the plug driving right into his prostate again, and already he knew he’d be a leaking mess by the end of this patrol. Hell, he'd be one before it even started!

Taylor shuddered at the thought, smiling as he looked up at Sophia. The black girl looking down at him as he touched her, before he finally wrapped his black lips around her shaft. Sophia groaned as he did so, having to hold herself against the wall as he started to blow her. He knew she’d been waiting for him, the futa had gotten addicted to his lips after only a single blowjob one time in the school bathroom. With practiced ease, Taylor started to bob his head, his tongue sliding all around his cape partner’s cock, paying special attention to her head. Sophia continued to groan and moan in her cute feminine way. She hated that she did so, but Taylor loved how expressive she was. It let him now he was doing a good job as he licked and sucked on her thick futa cock. 

“Fuck girl, you always give me the best blowjobs,” Sophia said, her hand landing on Taylor’s masked head, more holding on than directing him as he started to go lower and lower on Sophia’s fuckstick. The rod of warm flesh easily sliding down further from Taylor’s blowjob practice before he got his powers. He already knew she was getting close to cumming, and rather than waste her seed, Taylor pushed his face further into her. Within a few seconds Sophia’s hand gripped into Taylor’s hair as he slid her cock down his throat, Sophia moaning explitatives as Taylor started to bob his head on her thick dick, deepthroating her cock until he could feel her started to twitch. 

“Ah, ah, fuck slut I’m going to cum~!” Sophia cried, her balls pulling up into her and they started to pulsate. As she started to cum Taylor pulled back until her head was only just in his mouth, and he started to suck hard on the futa’s lower head. Sophia cried out, as she started to cum, warm, thick sperm spurting out in droves as Taylor greedily lapped it up, his own moan joining Sophia’s as he started to drink. He’d grown used to Sophia’s cum now as time had gone on, her training him on it since they started this little relationship. Now he could barely live without it as he started to drive his fingers into her pussy while massaging her balls. Sophia howled as he started to torture her, prolonging her orgasm that started to overwhelm her mind. His childish revenge maybe as he slurped her up more. Sophia started to struggle but Taylor let his shadow powers start to manifest, his minions appearing and holding Sophia still as he continued to suck until Sophia’s legs gave out. 

Sophia fell back, her dick still out, little spurts of cum getting on her costume as Taylor crawled forward, breathing hard, his cock straining in his cage as the toy in his ass continued to fuck him silly. He could feel now that he was dripping like a faucet, his hips shaking and his ass clenching down on the toy. His blush was no doubt easy for all to see as he crawled to Sophia while his shadow demons held her down. He wanted her so bad, he wanted to ride her cock and fuck himself on her as-

“God damn it Shadow Stalker,” he heard a cry from behind him as Taylor looked to see Glory Girl standing there with her arms crossed, a heavy blush on her face and her dick getting hard under her skirt. Behind her was her cousins Laserdream and Shielder were there as well, the two behind Glory Girl blushing up a storm as they stared at him and Shadow Stalker.

Oh right, Shadow Stalker said they’d be hanging out with New Wave today…

“Shadow Slut, ah, I’m going to fuck, hah, fuck your ass into next week~” Sophia weakly tried to say as she lay there on the alleyway floor.

At least there was a positive in all of this.

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Cum for the Cum god!

Poon for the poon throne!

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