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Subject: Being with Steve: Chapter 6 Steve had only been gone a moment when the post-orgasm guilt kicked in. I became incredibly self conscious laying naked on the couch, although my body seemed to really enjoy the events that had taken place. I sat up, eager to try and redress at least a bit before being seen again, especially with the lights completely on. Visual survey of the room revealed the location of my boxer briefs and pants, my shirt being some distance from them. I contemplated redressing, but faced fact soon after that I would just end up naked again at the hands of Steve once he returned. I did pull a blanket off of the back of the couch to cover myself, using the excuse of being cold, if questioned. I closed my eyes lightly and began to replay the feelings that I just had, eager for the opportunity to experience them again. Steve returned within a few minutes, flipping the lights on, as anticipated. His face was jubilant rounding the couch, his hands clasping a small black bag. “How are you feeling, baby?” he asked, the happiness on his face more evident than ever before. “Oh. My. God. That was amazing!” I beamed, sharing the enthusiasm Steve was displaying. I tossed my head back and my arms up, playfully. The blanket was now resting over most of my torso, but was quickly removed when Steve took a seat on the edge of the couch, next to me. “Good, I am so happy to hear that you’re enjoying yourself!” he said, leaning in to playfully bite at my nipple again. This caused me to jump and squeal a bit, playfully pulling his head away from my sensitive nipple. Steve moved his lips to mine and pecked a short kiss. “You’re too adorable, Adam. You really are.” He traced his hands down my body and landed again on my spent cock, shaking at it for just a moment, then moved toward the black bag now sitting on the table. “Now, down to business, baby.” Steve said, unzipping the contents. He pulled out a number of items and laid them out on the table. All were fairly foreign to me, but it was evident that once assembled, my cock would be in a little prison of its own. Steve took a small amount of the lube he had used moments ago and rubbed my now flaccid penis and scrotum, coating them in a very thin film of lube. He then took a pinkish-clear tube and a small ring and set them on my belly. “You can say good bye, if you want.” he said, winking at me. All I could do was moan slightly, the realization setting in that this may not be a one-night deal after all. Steve took the ring in his hand and and carefully slid my shaft and balls through. It was tight, but not overly so. “Baby, this is the smallest size, I’m really glad it fits!” Steve smiled. He then took the shaft piece, complete with an “anti-removal device” as he called it and slid my cock inside, connecting the shaft piece with the ring, inserting, then removing a key. The chastity cage was now on, and firmly so. “Well, fortunately it fits. Unfortunately its the smallest size that I have, but it’s the second smallest size they make. I’ll go ahead and order the smallest… I’m pretty sure we’ll need it eventually.” he said, admiring his work. I looked down to see my manhood now completely encased in pink plastic. I ran my hand over the piece, slightly giving a tug, and resounding to the fact that the cage was firmly in place, and would not be removed without the key that Steve would most likely hide away. “Stand up, tell me how it feels… make sure you can still move around alright.” he said, pulling my arms up from the laying position. I stood in front of Steve, his sitting height nearly matching that of my standing. I swayed my hips a bit from side to side, definitely noticing the new addition, but not overly so, and no pain was present. “Yeah, I guess it feels okay.” I said, awkwardly trying to cover my groin from his eyes again. “I think it looks great, baby. That feeling you had a bit ago, you’ll get that experience more now, because you’ll only be out of chastity on occasion. Anytime you’re out, you’ll be supervised by me. We’ll take it off periodically for hair removal, and an airing out every now and then. I’ll expect you to wash your groin with soap and water and dry as much as you can, you should probably use a blow dryer. You can put a drop or two of the lube on it if it feels like its sticking to your skin. Understood?” he said wrapping his hands around my hips, pulling me slightly forward. “Yes, sir.” I said as I moved in for a kiss on the lips. He accepted, and lightly swatted my butt making me jump a little. “Now… for the rest of the movies. Are you gonna stay naked the rest of the time?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Umm… can I put clothes on?” I asked innocently. “You may, but not yours.” A devilish grin appeared on his face. Steve moved me to his side, pushing me lightly onto the couch as he got up and swiftly exited the room. My heart began to race again, having no idea what would be in store, but anticipating the worst. I took a drink of the Diet Coke as I waited, still attempting to completely rid myself of the semen breath that I was sure I had. Steve returned momentarily, my suspicions confirmed. I couldn’t entirely see what was in his hands, but there was a mass of pink and white clothing carefully bundled up. He laid the bundle down and pulled me back up to a standing position and took his seat back right in front of me. “Remember… you wear what I tell you to wear.” were the only words he spoke as he began to unfold the clothing. Steve first pulled out a pair of panties, similar to the ones that I had seen the night before, but the lace was absent from the waste. These were a bit slimmer cut as well. Steve opened the legs up with his hands and held them down to my feet. Without obvious instruction I lifted my left leg and placed it through the left opening, followed by my right. Steve slowly pulled the panties up my legs, then, taking care to move around the chastity cage, pulled them firmly around my butt. He moved his thumbs ataköy escort around the legs and waste to get the fit correct. Looking down was a mind trip. I could slightly see the rigid outline of the cage through the delicate fabric. The softness surprised me somewhat, as did the girlish ruffle surrounding both of my legs. “Daddy, I’m not trying to argue, but are you always going to make me dress like a girl?” I said, concerned that this would be a permanent thing from here on. “No, sweetie. Not always. While you’re learning, I’m going to put you in clothes that remind you that you’re mine, and that I’m the one that put you in them. The goal is to make you constantly aware that I’m the one in control, got it?” he said in a firm tone. “Yes, sir. I get it.” I said, still studying the effect the panties had on my body. Next came a pajama shirt, pink with white ruffles around the short sleeved arm openings, kittens playing with yarn pictured on the front with “Just Chillin'” written in cursive across the chest. The shirt fell to just above the underwear, leaving slight midriff visible. This was followed by white cotton shorts that were nearly see through, and clearly outlined the pink underwear beneath. While I wasn’t studying myself in the mirror, it was evident from looking down that I looked like a prepubescent girl at a slumber party. The humiliation I was experiencing was near an all-time high. The strange juxtaposition of mine and Steve’s feelings were heavy in the room. While I was feeling completely out of place, it was clear on Steve’s face that he was enjoying himself beyond compare. “You look so fucking cute right now, Addy. Good lord, I have no idea how I got so lucky!” Steve said, pulling me in hard for a hug, causing me to lose my balance and fall into his domineering body. I could feel the chastity cage press into me as it pressed into his mid section. Even with the humiliation I was experiencing, his obvious enjoyment caused my cock to begin to strain in the cage, causing some discomfort. As I would tense up, a normal reflex to grow an erection, the cage would resist. I knew that I would never win the battle, but that couldn’t keep my body from trying. Steve broke the hug and pushed me to the side of the couch, seated just on the edge. He shimmed behind me, his back against the backrest of the couch, then pulled me into position laying in front of him. Steve wrapped his arm around me, and for the first time in memory, I was the little spoon to Steve’s big. It was quite cozy, and I could totally see why girls enjoyed being cuddled like this. Steve reached for the remotes again, and quickly extinguished the lights and resumed the movie. Laying with my back to Steve distracted me for much of the movie. I could feel his every move, every breath. I was getting hot with his arm wrapped tightly around me, but decided I’d much rather be a little hot than have him remove his arm. Laying there so close to Steve caused so many thoughts to run through my head, but I was happy that none were negative. I felt all of the anxiety I had experienced earlier in the day fade away, I was content with where I was, who I was, and who I was with. It was a supremely great feeling. At random times throughout the movie, Steve would use his hands to mindlessly explore my body. He would run his fingers along my belly, or toy with ruffles on my arms. Occasionally he would run a finger along the outline of my underwear thorough the shorts. It wasn’t until his fingers traced along the cage that I began to get worked up again. I’m sure Steve could feel my baited breath as he playfully stroked along the cage, knowing that it would cause me no real pleasure, but that the teasing was just enough. He quickly move his hand up from my lower body and began to rub my chest. My breath quickened a bit, receiving pleasure from his touch. Without realizing it, I had begun to grind my butt against Steve. This was the first time I had made any movement toward him, outside of a kiss. I began to feel his dick growing behind me, more pronounced after he reached his hand into his shorts and adjusted his dick to point up. I felt him growing, it was significantly larger than I had thought it would be. I suspected his dick would dwarf my own, but the outline I could feel with my butt proved it right. I applied a bit more pressure and increased the pace of my movement, reacting to the gentle moans that Steve would give when I reached the top of his dick with my butt, pressing more pressure on the sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes, the panties and shorts now giving me a sizable wedgie, before Steve placed his hand on my hip and ceased my motion. I kept quiet, afraid I had done something wrong. The world seemed to stand still as I waited for some indication that he was enjoying himself. Steve pushed lightly on my hip, pushing me off of the couch and onto the floor. I turned to face him, now on my knees in front of the couch. I knew what was next. I hadn’t prepared for what was next, but I knew it was here. This was, to put it lightly, the point of no return. I was about to have a dick in my mouth. I flashed back to my very first blowjob. An inexperienced Sarah curled up next to me on her bed, gently licking my dick, then lightly sucking, then combining the two with a rhythmic up-and-down motion. It wasn’t great, but it got the job done, that’s for sure. I mentally prepped myself to take the leap of no return, and as my gaze met his, I began to slowly reach my hand out toward his dick, but my trajectory was interrupted when Steve grabbed my hand with his and pulled my upper body back up on the couch toward him and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. He kissed me intensely for a moment, then pulled away. His eyes were filled with lust. I was ready to give this man my oral virginity. He earned it. Steve again pushed me lightly away and moved his legs on either side of my body, and again pulled me up toward him for a kiss. merter escort As he pulled me up, I reached with my right hand and placed it on his dick. It was afraid to squeeze it, but the feeling of just touching it was electric. Steve gasped a bit, breaking the rhythm of the kiss. I pulled back from his mouth and positioned by body weight over my legs, then leaned in and rested my left elbow on the couch between his legs. I slowly moved my hand up and down his dick, still apprehensive to actually grab him. For a moment I could feel him grow even more in size. I began to question if his dick would even fit in my mouth, no doubt my jaw was going to hurt like hell later. Even Sarah complained of a sore jaw, and I was significantly smaller than Steve. I took a deep breath and wrapped my small hand around his dick entirely, still inside of his shorts. I could touch my fingers together, but barely. I slowly stroked the fabric of his shorts up and down and looked up to meet Steve’s gaze. His smile spread from ear to ear. Seeing his smile gave me more courage, and again reminded me that I didn’t just want to suck a dick, I wanted to suck Steve’s dick. I carefully started to pull at his waste band when Steve shifted his weight from the couch to is arm and pulled his shorts and underwear down in one motion. The newfound freedom caused his dick to bounce up and nearly hit my face. I stared at it, lit by the TV behind me. It was perfect. A very slight curve. The head was slightly larger than the shaft, the skin so smooth looking. Veins delicately protruded under the skin along the shaft. I could see a slight glisten in the dancing light over the head of his dick, evident precum preparing his body for the spoils it was about to enjoy. My heart raced as I lightly gripped him again. The silky skin of his shaft was confirmed by my soft hands. I very gently moved my hand up and down, trying to have enough friction to be pleasurable, but not a grip tight enough to move his skin with my hand. I moved my hand up and down a few times, memorized by the sight of my hand on someone else’s penis, and the view that I had only seen when selecting the wrong POV video on Pornhub. “Take your tongue and run it from the bottom to the top, baby.” Steve said, intently watching my every movement. I locked eyes with him, trying as hard as I could to look seductive, only then reminded that I was on my knees in front of him wearing pajamas and pink panties underneath. I could feel my own cock still straining against the cage, desperate for its release. I took a breath, and extended my head forward and pushed my tongue from my mouth. I could see his dick getting closer. Closing the span of a few inches seemed to take forever. I could slightly sense the warmth of his dick on my tongue right before the pressure on the tip of my tongue let me know that my life had just changed forever. My tongue was now in direct contact with Steve’s dick. That sensation alone was almost enough to make me cum again. I retracted my tongue into my mouth for a split second, enough to get more saliva for the trip it was about to take, and also to see if there was any obvious taste. I sensed none. My tongue reemerged and landed back at the same spot, already wet with the previous encounters touch. I slowly moved my tongue up his shaft. Inch by inch seeming to take an eternity. I opened my eyes again to judge how much further I had to go. I could see Steve still watching me closely, lustfully. I reached just below the head to his dick and reversed course to descend down his shaft. It was already moistened, making the movement a bit easier. I pulled my tongue away, and again tried to look seductively at Steve, waiting for my next instruction. “Keep doing that, baby. Keep doing that.” he said, his breath panting slightly. I again extended my tongue and moved from base to head, but this time moved around the circumference of his dick as well, bathing the entirety of it with my saliva. The colors from the TV had a soft glow on his coated dick. As I noted my progress, I saw that the only part not glowing the soft blues of Harry Potter was the head of his dick. I shifted my weight up again, moving my head directly above his dick. The view was different now, but just as exciting. I extended my tongue and lapped lightly at the head. I retracted my tongue and got the same salty taste and aroma that I had first discovered earlier that day. His precum was slightly sweet, and seemed less acidic than my cum. I again bathed the head in saliva before again looking up at Steve. He gave no instruction this time, only fire in his eyes. I knew what to do next. My mouth opened slightly, tongue pressed over my bottom teeth, my lips slightly jutted out. I could feel the spongy flesh lightly brush my lips, then the sensation of his soft skin on my tongue. I pushed a bit further and could feel the head of his dick enter my mouth, filling it nearly entirely. I paused here, again realizing a milestone had passed. Earlier, I had only touched a dick with my tongue. Now there was officially a dick in my mouth. I couldn’t help but smile slightly. I sucked some of the air from my mouth and applied light suction to the head of Steve’s dick. The seal broke right away causing a loud slurping sound to escape. I giggled a bit, and again tried to lock my lips over his shaft. Finally I was able to generate the suction I was wanting, and I slowly began to work my tongue along the ridge under his head, alternating between the tip of my tongue and broad strokes with the rest of my tongue. I moved my head down slightly, only able to take a small portion of his dick in my mouth. Anymore and I knew I would gag. I pulled up slightly until just the head of his dick was in my mouth, then repeated the same motion again. I could hear Steve moan as I made the north to south movements, coupling that with the movement of my tongue. I’d need to remember to thank Sarah for the technique, I joked with myself and bahçeşehir escort I worked Steve’s dick up and down in my mouth. I continued my upward movement after about 20 up and down movements, desperate to see Steve’s face. His head was back, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly agape with a smirk. “Am I doing okay, daddy?” I asked. “You’re doing wonderful, baby. Keep sucking daddy’s dick, sweetie.” he replied smiling, moving his right hand to my right cheek and stroking it lightly. That was all the encouragement I needed. I again engulfed the dick in my mouth and repeated the same actions as before. I was able to get his dick slightly deeper into my mouth as I tried, still using the back of my tongue to form a barrier for my throat. I tried altering the pace a bit, going slower with more tongue pressure and movement. I followed that by quicker motions using just suction and the friction from my lips and tongue sliding along his shaft. I felt like I had been sucking his dick for an hour, but I consciously knew it had only been a few minutes. I had a new level of respect for people who did this for twenty plus minutes. I paused for a moment when I felt Steve’s big hands rest lightly on the back of my head. I panicked for a split second that he would try and impale his dick into my throat, but overruled that thought with the level of trust I gave him. Steve began to pace my movements, moving my head slowly up and down for a moment, then moving my head rapidly, causing his dick to fly out of my mouth at one point. I apologized and greedily sucked him back into my mouth. After a few minutes of Steve pacing my motions, I could hear his breath quicken and his grip on my hair tighten. I knew that the fountain was about to erupt. I tried to readjust myself as best I could, controlled by the piston like movement that Steve was causing. His motions were getting faster and faster, the suction I was trying to hold on his shaft breaking on nearly every upward movement. Saliva was streaming from my mouth, causing a torrent of fluid to build at the base of his dick. My eyes watered, I was lost in the moment, my movement controlled in full by Steve. As his breathing became more rigid, I felt his shaft begin to stiffen even more than it already had. The head of his dick expanded even larger, causing even more of a challenge to keep the suction as tight as possible. I could feel that my face was drenched with the residual saliva from his shaft entering and exiting my mouth at breakneck pace, my lips collecting excess. I heard Steve begin to grunt, it almost sounded as if he was in pain. The grip he had on my head and hair tightened to an almost painful point. Steve powerfully exhaled and thrust his groin up at my face, causing his dick to go farther back into my mouth than I had intended. As it did that, I felt a powerful jet of cum erupt and splash at the back of my throat causing me to begin to gag. My eyes tightened as I tried as hard as I could to suppress the urge to pull off, and I remember a distant memory from Sarah telling me that she could almost swallow my dick if she squeezed her thumbs in a fist. I immediately closed both fists around both thumbs, willing to try anything. I again felt a powerful jet of cum spray in my mouth, fortunately by now I had moved the back of my tongue up to block the entrance to my throat, so the cum slammed against my tongue barrier. Again I felt a jet of cum enter my mouth and join with the previous spurt. I broke the seal I had on his dick, allowing more air to enter my mouth, allowing more space for his cum to collect. Again and again I felt cum exit his dick and enter my mouth. I began to worry that the amount would fill my mouth up entirely, since his dick and the cum were both trying to occupy the same real estate. I locked my lips around his shaft slightly, and pulled my head back so only the tip of his dick was still in my mouth. Steve still had a tight grip on my head, and was still grunting with reckless abandon. Withdrawing everything but the tip allowed his cum ample room, and I waited as I felt the last few weaker emissions enter my mouth. It was at this point that I could begin to taste the newly deposited fluids in my mouth. It had a similar taste to mine, but as with the precum, it was a bit sweeter. While still not pleasant, and not something I would want to order to quench my thirst, I wasn’t repulsed. The gloppy cum mixed with my saliva to thin out slightly, causing the texture to feel like watery snot. Steve finally began to loosen his grip on my hair. I sucked at his dick like a straw, making sure to pull any cum that was still inside into my mouth. I moved the fresh cum around with my tongue, doing forensic analysis with my tongue on the first load of cum from someone else to ever enter my mouth. Steve slowly caught his breath as I waited for what to do next, the tip of his dick still resting in my mouth. I slowly and carefully removed his dick and sealed my lips tightly. Steve pulled my face up and open his exhausted eyes. “Open your mouth and show daddy…” I tilted my head back slightly and raised the back of my tongue to again form a barrier and opened my mouth slightly. I felt a bit of cum roll over my lips and onto my chin, then drip down onto my shirt. “Good girl. Swallow.” Steve said, putting his index finger on my chin and applying pressure to close my mouth. He placed his thumb on my lips and held it there. I looked up at him, I could see the look he was giving me and it was driving me insane. I felt like the most desired person on the planet at that moment. I moved my tongue from back to the front of my mouth and collected the cum in one large mass, then in one fluid motion, moved my tongue back and swallowed all of the cum that had been deposited in my mouth with an audible gulp. Steve’s smile intensified as I did this. He then gently took his thumb and collected the stream of cum that had leaked out and pushed it back into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on his thumb, just like I did his dick, and swallowed the little bit of residual that was left. With a large grin on my face, I opened my mouth to prove to him that I swallowed it all down. “How did I get so lucky?” he said, as he pulled me into his body for a hug. “How did we both get so lucky?” I responded, embracing him back.