Chapter 73 Plugged, Pinned & Pounded I

• I hadn’t come in seven fucking days.
• And not just from self-control or teasing. No, she locked my cock up tight, stainless steel and made sure the only thing I could do was leak. I woke up hard every morning, or at least as hard as the cage allowed, straining until it hurt. Skin swollen, purple, dribbling pre-cum that dried sticky on my thighs before I could even beg her to notice.
• But she always noticed. She loved it. Called me her little leak machine. Her pet. Her pretty thing who couldn’t get hard without a punishment. And I wore it all—the ache, the cage, the humiliation—like a collar.