Chapter 2

“Happy Friday!” Bianca said cheerfully to her three unwilling disciples, sitting in their usual spots. Even Emmanuel struggled not to groan. No one was looking forward to a Saturday on the clock, but that didn’t matter to Bianca. She’d already checked out, and was looking forward to two days away from the prison that was The Hanger. She knew Emmanuel would sooner self-immolate than let anything go wrong with the rest of the sale, regardless of how reliable any of the other employees were.

‘At least I can just go home tomorrow, instead of doing this stupid dance for the millionth time.’ Song thought, his attentive expression indicating nothing of the sort. Instead, he just waited patiently for the crazy lady’s interrogation, so he could cross that stresser off the list and prepare himself for the next one.

The faux redhead sat on the edge of her desk, legs crossed at the knee, and leaned in close, resting her chin on her palm. With a mischievous air, she asked, “Did we all have a fun time on our dates this week?”

“I know Manny did when I sucked his dick.” Emer cackled, the sheer crassness of his statement amusing him to no end. He was his own target audience.

“I…” Song was caught off guard. He didn’t expect his comrade to dive in head first like that, and he struggled to match a similar level of confidence. “I-I did that…too.” he said with the confidence of a student doing an oral report on a book they’d never even heard of.

“Is that true, Emmanuel?” Bianca asked. It never once crossed her mind that Emer would lie to her, but Song was a different story. The boy didn’t even need to clarify.

“I don’t think she meant blowjob.” Emmanuel answered, trying to swoop in and save the day for his little girlfriend.

Shifting her gaze, Bianca looked over to what appeared to be a pretty Korean girl. “Miss Song, did you just lie to me?” Bianca enjoyed watching the teen squirm in his seat. The kids had been almost too compliant lately, and if anything, she was getting a little bored with her dolls being so easy.

“No, I didn’t lie!” Song half-shouted, failing to fully keep his emotions in check as he raised his voice, even partially, for the first time in weeks. His pleading eyes begged, “Tell her I didn’t lie, Emmanuel.”

“Well…I umm…actually…” The boy was struggling, torn between his desire to stay out of prison, and his longing to fix every problem for the beautiful creature who’d stolen his heart. “The handjob felt really good, and the way she kissed me was amazing. I’d let her do that as much as she wants.”

‘Do it… as much as I want!?’ Song felt like he could tear up. His emotions hadn’t been fully under control recently, and the mention of the handjob as something he wanted to do hit hard.

Bianca should have been more angry, but the machiavellian manipulator was thrilled Emmanuel was trying so hard to throw himself on a sword for his girlfriend. Love was in the air. Why wouldn’t she be happy?

Song decided that just telling the truth, and pretending that was what he meant was the way to go. Tears already welling up in his eyes, he mumbled, “See! I, umm, pleasured him and he liked it.” To the rest of the room, the girlish boy sounded like a prude not wanting to admit a first trip to third base.

“Okie dokie.” Bianca said, clapping her hands once, then hopped to her feet, and retrieved a small key from the locked drawer in her desk. “After this week’s assessment, I believe a reward is in order.” She approached Emer. and flipped up his skirt, the boy having no clue what was happening, but hoped Little Emer didn’t spring to life in that cage with those nice boobs in his face. He paid very close attention to Bianca. She was an attractive woman, today wearing a black dress that would have been considered inappropriate in the workplace if it was any shorter. She paired it with a red blazer, dark hose that made him want to run his hands along her legs, and a pair of red slingback pumps. He’d fantasized about the woman, painfully thanks to the cage, more than once. Instead, a great relief washed over him when the woman unlatched the device, and handed it to him. Song watched on, his anticipation building at the sweet release coming his way, but was crestfallen when the key was returned to its place, his prison left right where it was. Bianca announced. “I think Emery deserves a round of applause, don’t you all?”

While the others clapped, and Song pouted, Emer manspread for the first time in nearly a month, and examined the metal trap Little Emer had just escaped. “This thing is way bigger than I thought.” he said to his fellow feminized compatriot, not at all eager to hear it. “As much as it squeezed, I was picturing, like, a roll of quarters or something.”

“You’ve done a really good job, Emery.” Bianca said. “I’m proud of you. You know, I think you’ve earned a reward, honey. How would you like to take Little Emer out for a spin?”

“I’d love that!” he replied honestly, his eagerness palpable. His eyes drank in the woman in front of him once more, while he wondered if his naughty dreams were going to come true.

Turning her attention to the other girl, the scheming woman said, “Now, Miss Song, I don’t want to, but since you lied, I think you need to be punished. I had considered something ****, but instead….” She drew out the word, wanting it to sound like she had something much worse up her sleeve. “I know you didn’t want to feel left out, and you’re embarrassed by your inexperience, but even so, you have to tell the truth. You know, I’ve always been a two birds one stone kind of girl, so perhaps we can take care of both at the same time. It’s been a while since you girls have given your boyfriend a proper show after all. You know, some girls used to practice kissing with their friends back when I was in school. I don’t see why we can’t do that for oral. Why don’t you practice on Emery?”

Song was livid, but tried his best not to show it. Still, his reddening cheeks, and the scowl accompanying his far off stare were quite the tell. He thought, ‘Why couldn’t he just say I blew him? That brownnoser wanted me to get in trouble, I’m sure of it. They probably planned this out before we got here. Sooner or later, that asshole is going to pay for this.’

Emer, for his part, was too busy celebrating to realize anything else happening in the room. In his mind, it had been years since Little Emer had his freedom. The horny teen was practically salivating at the thought of his first bj in an eternity, and the wonderful night’s sleep that would come after. A grin snuck onto his visage, his thoughts on Mary. He wondered if the girl would want to spend some quality time with him now that his junk was finally unrestrained. The only reason he hadn’t asked her out yet was because he wasn’t sure if she’d be interested, and he especially didn’t want the crushing sensation of the cage on his struggling erection while he tried to chat her up. Since everything was coming up Emer, perhaps that could change.

Realizing her ditzy charge had no idea what was going on, Bianca snapped her fingers in front his face, pulling the blonde back to the conversation. She thought her blue-eyed doll might need Adderall, but that was outside of a clothing store manager’s purview. Her only goal in the immediate future was pushing the three a little further down that path of no return.

“Oh!” Emer’s eyes stopped drinking in Bianca, moving from her rear where he’d been staring since she turned to face Song, and then, with no subtlety, to her breasts after she’d turned back. “She doesn’t have to do that. I’ll take care of it when I get home…probably a couple of times.” Emer didn’t want to impose, but Bianca’s glare was too intense for even him to miss. Suddenly it occurred to him that this wasn’t for his benefit. “...or we could do that, sure.”

“Come sit on my desk, Emery, so everybody can see.” Bianca said, pushing her computer a little closer to her chair, and patting the exposed mahogany. A thrill ran through her as she prodded her dolls into having some fun, whether or not they wanted to.

Emer complied, his gaze meeting Song’s, noticing the tears still welling up in the pigtailed boy. At first he was excited, but the pouty expression on what appeared to be an innocent blossoming girl genuinely tore his desires in two directions. He might not have been the brightest, but he knew that Song was upset over being caught in a lie, rather than anything he should feel responsible for. That still didn’t change the fact that he was a sucker for a pretty face, and would always prefer one to carry a smile. Rather than diving in headfirst, the blonde showed an uncharacteristic amount of restraint. Taking his fellow feminized friend by the hand, he walked with Song over to the designated place, and brushed away a drying teardrop, before whispering, “Just don’t make this weird.”

Song nodded, understanding there was no escape from the back office until the crazy bitch got what she wanted. Song wasn’t dumb, or gullible. He knew there were other options, but between the underage girl in the changing room, their invasion being on camera, and Brooks’ threat of confessing their many other crimes, it meant all those other options would have him being escorted to the police station looking the way he did. ‘I guess… I guess…’ His mind stumbled over the thought. ‘If I’ve gotta put a penis in my mouth, I’d rather it be a pretty girl’s. Maybe I can just pretend… jeez did they really blow Brooks?’

Emer gently guided Song down between his smooth spread legs, gently pressing his friend’s head lower to the phallus bathing in the cool air, unrestrained for the first time in a long time. On every previous occasion, Little Emer would be ready to put someone's eye out by this point, but strangely it was taking its time to grow fully erect. The soft skin of Song’s hands brushing his nude thighs turned out to be all of the motivation it needed to rise to the occasion. Emer could feel Song’s manicured nail lightly glide along the flesh of his inner thigh, the warm hand touching the intimate area, causing whatever hesitation Emer had to give way to the physical stimulation. He couldn’t help wetting his lips as the anticipation swelled. This wouldn’t be the first blowjob he’d gotten and never in a bazillion years would he have imagined Song kneeling between his legs. His friend looked hot as hell recently. Song had become much softer, not just in appearances, but in how they behaved, and the way they wiggled their butt walking in heels hadn’t gone unnoticed. Times were changing and right then his arousal was growing.

Song was frozen in place with shock and horror, only moving because of Emer’s hand pressing him closer and closer to the erection. Internally he groaned. Wanting to turn away, he attempted to steel himself, remembering the phone call the white bitch had with whatever person was insane enough to be her friend, discussing further punishments. Hands on the feminine legs that encircled him, Song's lip quivered at the thought of what he was going to have to do.

Seeing Song below him, their hands touching the inside of his legs, how their bottom lip quivered, it felt like one of those moments where time slowed down. Emer’s dick practically ached for the pretty Asian girl’s touch, yet he knew who this really was. The memory of **** on Manny’s cock was still fresh in his thoughts. Feeling the fleshy object, how it was so firm, and yet squishy at the same time, how warm it was, and how it pulsed… There was much more to the memory, and it made Emer wish Song wouldn’t have to experience it, but at the same time he could feel their warm breath over his exposed flesh and it was driving him wild. Emer gently placed his hand on the back of Song’s head, and eased the kneeling teen closer to the goal.

In two seconds, Song had fifty thoughts run through his head, running the spectrum from denial to acceptance by the time his lips touched the tip that was already damp with precum.

Song didn’t watch a lot of porn, but he’d seen enough to know what a blowjob looked like. He wanted one from Eun…Miss Park for a long time before he learned how much of a bitch she could be. Not being spoiled for choice he didn’t fight the guiding hand coaxing his mouth to touch the phallus in front of him. A gentle kiss, and the cock seemed to bounce in anticipation of what was to come. As though he was a contestant on a gross-out game show, Song decided the best way to approach the task was to eat the cockroach as quickly as possible, and worry about the consequences later.

His plump lips wrapped around the tip of the shaft while his tiny hand wrapped around the base. What was actually a nervous apprehension functioned well as an unintentional, but gentle tease. Unknown to Song, with how pent up Emer was, if he’d had started working the pole the same way the boy had for Emmanuel, then the deed would have been done in a matter of seconds. Emer was on a hair trigger, but tried to apply his will in order to take the time to enjoy and prolong the magic. ‘Least they are smaller than Brooks…’ The comparison between the cock in his mouth and the other dick he’d recently handled wasn’t helping his nerves. ‘You can do this, don’t let that psycho bitch see you suffer! You are Song Rim, and you can do anything!’ The pep talk only went so far, before his full mouth let out a muffled whimper. Brave thoughts couldn’t change the fact that a derogatory phrase he’d regularly used to describe some girls now equally applied to himself… he was a cock sucker.

After a minute, the novelty wore off. Saliva built up in Song’s mouth, mixing with precum as he bobbed his head up and down, letting the hand guide him. The flavor…the taste wasn’t something he ever wanted to experience, but the repetition of the action and his own self-encouragement helped. Looking up, he saw Emery’s pretty face. The only thing that broke Song’s illusion was the package sliding in and out of his mouth. His jaw began to ache, things taking so long, he closed his eyes.

Soon Song was able to put his talent for compartmentalization to use and he lost all fear of the cock. He didn’t know how long that would hold though so he needed the fellacio finished as quickly as possible. ‘Just get him off and this will be over. I can do this. I can get her to cum.’ he thought, feeling Emery wince when he accidentally scraped the dick with his teeth. Pushing himself harder he began to try in earnest, just get the whole thing over with. His shame, something he wasn’t able to shut off, was so abundant that this particular act was just another drop in the bucket, so the teen’s mind wandered.

Mechanically the job was no more difficult than his nightly skincare routine. Aside from the fact he’d really rather never have anybody’s genitals in his mouth, his only major complaint was the chemical taste of coconut body lotion that snuck in through the corners of his lips. “Gulg, gulg, gulg, gulg.” The sounds came from the feminized youth’s mouth as he bobbed his head, The lotion, the precum and the deluge of saliva, all the flavors mixed together, all dripping down Song’s chin.

“OOoooooh, OH, AHHH, ah, ah, ah…” Emer couldn’t help but vocalize the intense pleasure of the warm wet mouth that enveloped Little Emer with its light suction. It wasn’t a perfect blowjob, but he’d never been with someone who could be called experienced before, so other than Song’s occasional mishaps with their teeth, he loved every second of the experience. From the second he felt Song’s red plump lips around the tip of his dick he was ready to explode, doing everything in his power to hold it back. His fingers through his partner’s hair gripped the sexual creature harder than he intended, as he tried to control her pace, to make her go faster as his pent up seed begged to be released. “Oh…GOD this feels good!” he shouted as he gazed down at the person kneeling on the floor. Song’s eyes closed, their hands holding the base of his cock while it slid into her red lips. The girl’s short pigtails bounced around as she went to work. Gripping her hair even tighter he held her face down on his dick when she took him in deeper. The vision of Song working his cock was just too much for him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Ah, ah, AHHH!” Emer closed his eyes, feeling the pressure build in his groin, the muscles in one leg spasming, causing his heeled foot to bounce off the front of the desk a few times as his seed erupted into the mouth and down the throat of his new sexual partner.

While Song choked down the salty unfamiliar substance, Emmanuel watched on enthralled. When the deed started he tried to keep his sights set anywhere else in the room, darting back and forth between the many flea market paintings, little knick-knacks, and anything else shiny enough to steal his focus from the two sexy girls in the throws of their passionate act. The intense blush on his face betrayed where his thoughts were actually focused, all his efforts for naught, as inevitably his gaze would be drawn back to the desk, and the two delicate creatures from his dreams, innocent or otherwise, every night as he lay in bed. His knees pressed firmly together, attempting to restrain his growing penis before it could escape and add to the thick cloud of humiliation permeating the room. The alluring scene was too much for his hormone-ridden brain, unable and unwilling to not enjoy what was unfolding, his swelling manhood unrestrainable. By the time both girls’ faces flushed, moans sounding out, there was no hiding the lanky boy’s boner, or his shame for that matter, regardless of how much he tried to conceal it.

Through all this, the desire to touch himself didn’t dissipate, his hand only stayed by the certainty that he was the only person in the room subject to such despicable yearnings. In actuality his boss was equally enthralled, not at all aware of the stretched khaki fabric encasing and restraining his engorged manhood.

Pressing her lips tightly, Bianca’s face flushed. She felt the flimsy fabric of her thong dampen, grateful her arousal didn’t carry the same telltale signs of those with differing equipment, but nonetheless she chastised herself for the moment of weakness. She thought, ‘I really need to get a new boyfriend…sooner rather than later.’ Once upon a time, watching the sexual act would have filled her with shame, and she’d have fled the room. The first college party she attended after her newly gained freedom from parental supervision, the couples making out publicly on the couch brought a blush to her cheeks, as she squirmed uncomfortably. Now, what unfolded before her was due to her own machinations, her arousal from her control of the situation.

Emer melted into a puddle of afterglow, knocking every little thing from the desk as he leaned back, a series of girlish giggles escaping his lips. Song collapsed onto the dirty office floor covered in sweat, an almost palpable aura of shame encircling him. He was seemingly unaware of the few drops of cum dripping down from the corner of his lips as he stared blankly ahead, his mind numb from the experience.

Clearing her throat, Bianca did her best to center herself, and reclaim her confidence. Putting her best authoritative foot forward, she said, “Why don’t you be a sweetheart, and go buy your girlfriends dinner while they freshen up, Emmanuel?” A glance to the blushing boy’s crotch prompted her to add, “...once you calm down, I mean.”

Filled with shame, and naughty fantasies, Emmanuel turned away from the three women, his mind moving his friends to the female category without him really noticing. He crossed his arms, and tapped his foot while trying to remember attempting to fix a broken kitchen table while his mother was at work not long after his father had been sent to prison. His memory had little problem reminding him of the pain he felt when distracted, he put a nail through his palm. Phantom pain from the childhood mishap allowed his erection to somewhat subside, and without a word he bolted out the door. Unaware of what he was thinking, only seeing his actions, Bianca was amused to no end, but she herself had to find resolve. She couldn’t let her **** proteges see her falter.

“Great job, girls!” she squealed, applauding in that way Song was growing to hate more and more by the day. “You can use the employees bathroom to freshen up, but I have a few things to go over first.” Bianca took a seat on the corner of the desk by the two teens, and crossed her legs. She felt invigorated and her amusement showed. She grinned, not bothering to mention to her dark-haired doll what was drying on their face. She paused for a few moments before explaining, “You both have been doing well lately, and I think you should know, there’s a light at the end of this tunnel. I’ll be keeping track of your progress with something of a scorecard. Let’s just say, when you get enough points, you’re free; free of me, free of your jobs, and free of Emmanuel, though I’m not sure why you’d want to be. That boy is a catch. I’d throw my hat in if I was a few years younger.” Back then she was much more of a mousy girl, aside from a little anger issue popping up from time to time. She considered the lanky teen, only starting to find confidence and come out of his shell. Shaking her head, she dismissed the drifting thought as something that could never be and made a mental note to update her dating profile.

Emer sat upright, and picked a few stray paperclips out of his curls. He breathed a deep breath full of contentment. “How do we score points?”

“Oh, you know.” Bianca answered with a mischievous wink. “Little acts of love like you did on your last date, Emery. I know you both have fallen madly in love with your boyfriend, but you need him to feel that way about you too.”

If the blond had any inkling of what she was insinuating, not a soul would have known. “Huh?”

“She’s saying we have to blow him, Emery!” Song spat, scraping his tongue against his teeth, trying to rid his mouth of the taste of cum as he marveled at the density of his bimbo friend’s skull. ‘I feel like I could throw up.’

“Yes, I guess so, Miss Song.” Bianca chuckled. “If you want to be so crass about it. You’ll get extra points if you try the backdoor too, but that’s up to you. I’ll even throw in a prize for whoever’s winning each week.”

“You can’t seriously expect us to believe that.” Song said incredulously, still sitting on the floor, knees together and legs out to the side.

The auburn beauty laughed, explaining, “You don’t have to believe it, but if I’m telling the truth, and you don’t participate, you’ll be stuck like this for the rest of your life. I know your mother will be thrilled. Besides, so far I’ve kept up my end of everything. It’s been others…” Bianca hardened her expression as she peered into Song’s eyes. “...that haven't been entirely truthful. Now, going forward, once a week you both will write down your number, and I’ll verify with your boyfriend. We won’t ever have to actually discuss it again…” She glared down at the Korean youth pulling himself up from the floor. “...unless you lie to me again, Miss Song. I certainly wouldn’t advise that. Speaking of which, I know you think it’s unfair that Emery got her cage off and you didn’t, so I’m going to give you one more chance. Tonight only. My mercy isn’t infinite after all.”

“What do you want me to do?” Song asked in a small defeated voice. He didn’t want his desperation to show, but his paranoia told him even Emer knew he’d have sucked twenty dicks to get that thing off, no matter how disgusted he was after their little escapade.

“Give your boyfriend that blowjob you denied him.” Bianca said, miming the act as she poked her tongue to the inside of her cheek with her mouth wide open. “And for good measure, I think you should do it without any bottoms on. No skirt, no panties. Send a photo, okay?” Bianca rose from the desk, and stood nose to nose with Song, her stare unblinking, making sure he knew she meant business. She wiped the dribble of Emer’s seed crusting the corner of his lips, and said, “There’s a good girl. Now, if you lie to me again, or try to play the role of negotiator instead of a perfect adorable girlfriend, mark my words, you will be wearing that cage until after you’ve graduated, maybe even a smaller one. Capiche?”

Song audibly gulped, the act an involuntary one causing more of Emery’s taste to slide down his throat. He was unable to move any other muscle or back away from Bianca, thoroughly invading his personal space. He was more scared of the redhead in that moment than he’d ever been of anything in his entire life, only managing to nod a weak affirmation to her question with great effort.

Bianca lightly slapped her pretty doll’s cheek twice, and with that same signature smile returned to her countenance, said, “Good girl! Now go get cleaned up, and fix your lipstick.”

*

“Thanks for the burger, Manny. I’ll see you both tomorrow” Emer said, holding the little paper bag in his hands, as his transfer approached. The blonde gave his so-called boyfriend a peck on the cheek in gratitude, and was about to get on the bus before stopping, turning around and planting a peck on Song’s cheek too, feeling like it was the right thing to do after what went down in the office. Then without another word, he hopped up the stairs and scanned his pass. The driver gave a jealous sneer in Emmanuel’s direction, wondering what the hooligan could possibly have had that merited two pretty little things each dangling from an arm.

“I think your bus should be here soon, Song.” the well dressed boy said, resting his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder. “I’m sure you probably want to get home after all that stuff in Miss Russo’s office.”

“Umm…actually,” Song really didn’t want to finish the sentence, but he desperately wanted the cage gone, not just to be able to touch himself again, but because the imprisonment of his penis was an ever present reminder of how much agency he’d lost. As much as he hated it, this was his only opportunity to regain that single ounce of freedom, a freedom he never thought could be taken till he encountered that white witch. “I was thinking we could hang out at your apartment for a little bit. By the time I make it home, my burger will be cold. Also, I think my mom would kill me if she saw me eating greasy fast food. Can I please hang out with you? My curfew isn’t till eleven, you know.”

“Oh, right, sure.” Emmanuel answered nervously, unconsciously wetting his lips as the pretty girl reminded him of how much time they had to spend together. He knew his mom wouldn’t be home, but couldn’t remember whether or not he’d left out anything embarrassing. His girlfriend’s puppy dog eyes were enough to melt any resistance he had left. By the time the next bus arrived, Emmanuel hopped on and found his usual spot, only this time the seat next to him wasn’t empty. A knowing wink and a nod from the bus driver in his rearview mirror, filled him with a newfound confidence. The pretty thing accompanying him squeezed his hand as the doors closed, and they were on their way.

The trip to Emmanuel’s apartment was more arduous than what the others had to endure, with quite a few more transfers, though shorter than Song’s lengthy ride up to the hills. Normally he would walk part of the way to save time, but this particular trip was much more enjoyable than usual. With one arm around the pretty girl sat beside him, the other holding her hand in his lap, he felt happy. Whatever was between them before, the arrogance of Jae bossing him around, didn’t enter the boy’s mind. When Song put her head on his shoulder Emmanuel felt butterflies in his stomach. All the while he had no knowledge of the turmoil flooding Song’s thoughts.

‘Just be a good girlfriend… super easy.’ Song thought sarcastically as he followed the instructions given, head on Brooks’ shoulder, holding hands with him. Looking at his own hand, seeing the perfectly painted nails, he tried not to think about what he’d become.

A few more stops, and the two were walking up the stairs to that same apartment. “Do you want to watch tv?” Emmanuel asked nervously while clearing a spot for the food on the coffee table. We have, umm, Netflix.”

“Sure.” Song answered, trying to think of the fastest way to get the boy’s pants off so he could get home as quickly as possible, and wash his mouth out with bleach. He’d already sucked one dick today, and believed the shame from a second might kill him, if not whatever diseases poors like Emery and Brooks carried.

“Okay, umm, I’ll be right back.” Emmanuel hurried into his room to stash away the empty store brand soda cans, push some dirty clothes under his bed, freshen his deodorant, and change into something more casual and comfortable. Emerging from the bedroom, Emmanuel thought Song appeared lost in thought, only a single bite taken from her burger, and the rest left to sit. ‘Maybe she’s full, Mom says girls eat like a bird sometimes around boys they like.’

The pretty boy turned girl had gone so long without greasy food that the brief indulgence sat heavy in his little stomach. When his unwanted boyfriend took the seat next to him, so close that their legs touched, the requisite ten minutes was taken to find a show neither had ever seen before. The program playing, both failing to pay any attention, the teens preoccupied by the million mile-an-hour anxieties running rampant between their ears. While Emmanuel zoned out eating his own meal, he nervously wondered how to initiate physical contact without scaring Song away. She was clearly into him now, but he worried her demure nature required a delicate touch, and as much as he desired ripping her clothes off then and there, he wanted her to feel safe and comfortable even more. Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to dwell on it long.

Song felt as if he was just about to pop. His emotions overflowed and he couldn’t just shut them away, so he decided to suck it up and dive in head first. He was going to have to get used to the taste of Brooks’ manhood sooner or later, so perhaps it was best just to take the plunge. Without a word, he reached down and unbuttoned the boy’s jeans, slipping his hand beneath the waistline to find a fully erect penis. Somehow, in spite of this, Emmanuel grabbed his wrist, and halted the gentle stroking, saying, “You really don’t have to do that, Song.” The kind boy didn’t want to pressure his girlfriend into doing something she wasn’t ready for, even if he wanted it before and much more so now that he could feel her soft touch. His newfound confidence was a fragile thing and the fact that she’d done this just the other night didn’t change the fact that he didn’t want to put her in a position where she felt uncomfortable.

‘Trying to trick me, Brooks? I think not.’ Song thought, certain this was a ploy to trap him in that cursed cage for even longer. “I know I don’t, but I want to. Take your pants off, sexy.” He could admit the boy had soft brown eyes, but calling him sexy felt like a self inflicted blow.

That little prompt was all Emmanuel needed to ease his tension. In an instant he practically tore off the garment preventing his girl from reaching her prize, every second the anticipation building, ramping up his libido.

The erection unleashed, Song paused for just a moment. The feminized boy could swear it was even bigger than the last time. In response, he stood from the couch, and slipped the suspenders off shoulders before letting the skirt drop down onto the floor. Slowly, he slid his panties down, displaying his cock, cage and all, for Emmanuel to see.

Emmanuel's eyes grew wide in shock. The sight of the penis looked out of place on the tiny feminine body, and his expression showed it. Song having that piece of anatomy wasn’t a surprise to him, but he had put it out of mind that the pretty girl was anything other than what she appeared to be.

“Is it gross?” Song asked, suddenly ashamed of his genitals for the first time in his life and feeling the need for reassurance.

“Absolutely not.” Emmanuel answered, jumping to his feet and taking the girl by the hands. The light reading he’d done on transgender girls told him that some of them could feel dysphoric when sharing that part of their body with someone new. Pantsless, with his erection pointing straight at her, he felt determined to get her to smile. He explained, “It just caught me by surprise. I’m happy you were comfortable enough to share yourself with me, Song.” He said her name, gazing deep into her pretty eyes. “You’re beautiful. Every single part of you.” Emmanuel bent down and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead, before continuing. “We can take this as fast, or as slow as you need to. You’re in charge here.”

Song didn’t want to admit it, but being called beautiful, being accepted like that did something to his head. For the briefest instant a lightness filled his heart, and he almost forgot how much he hated Brooks. “Thanks.” he said sweetly, before pushing his boyfriend back down into his seat and getting on his hands and knees next to him on the couch. Quickly digging through his purse on the floor, he pulled out his phone needing those pictures for evidence of what was about to happen. Handing the device to Emmanuel, the nervous but determined teen slipped the customer service smile onto his face. “Take a few pictures of me while I do this, okay?”

“You want me to do what?” Emmanuel couldn’t believe the same person who couldn’t bring herself to talk about their last romantic encounter earlier that day, was now asking for something bordering on making amateur porn.

“Yeah, just like a few pics…So I can, ummm…look at them later. I think it’s kinda like, umm…hot I guess.” Song then thought, ‘Are you really going to make me say it again, asshole?’

Emmanuel grinned, happy to comply. “Your wish is my command, gorgeous.”

Attempt number two began with Song wrapping his fingers around Emmanuel’s cock, and trying not to think about what came next or to compare the thick member in his hands to his own much smaller caged package. Opening his mouth the pigtailed teen touched his tongue to his bottom lip as he moved closer, able to smell Emmanuel as he kissed the tip. Being a typical teenage boy, Emmanuel’s junk didn’t come with the chemical taste of lotion, perfume, or whatever else Emery doused themselves in that morning. It sort of tasted like Brooks smelled, and while it wasn’t a flavor he’d want in an ice cream cone, it wasn’t as bad as he expected. Things didn’t go quickly with Emery, and just bobbing his head up and down hadn’t been enough. Wanting to hurry and get it over with, he dove in, and swallowed the manhood, every inch disappearing behind his plump lips. The sudden arrival of a large cock in his mouth caused the feminine boy to gag for just a moment, as he got used to the sensation of pumping the phallus in and out, doing his best not to **** on the fleshy member.

While it wasn’t as good as Emery, Emmanuel chalked that up to Song’s inexperience rather than any ****, and decided to rest his hand gently on the back of her neck to help her find her rhythm. Once tempo was achieved, he leaned back to relax, and snapped a few of those photos his girl requested. That job done, his attention returned to the beautiful creature trying her best to please him. The way her plump little ass stuck up in the air while she worked his sex was too much for him to resist, and his hand found its way to the tender flesh, gently stroking the cheek, and giving the occasional squeeze.

‘You fucking pervert!’ Song internally screamed while fantasizing about biting down on the unwanted dick. Self control at an all time high however, he continued as though nothing was wrong, even with Brooks seemingly keen to touch every square inch of his body. Unlike with Emery, Song tried something new, flicking his tongue from side to side between sucks and turning his head slightly like he had seen a girl do in a video. Saliva started to fill Song’s mouth, causing the sound of the blowjob to crescendo, reminding him of an important thing girls did to let their men know how much they were enjoying themselves. While he hated what he was doing, what he had become, Song wanted this over even more. “Mmmm, MMMM!” With the exaggerated moaning over done, he pulled the cock from his mouth with an audible pop as the member’s tip slid across the inside of his cheek. “Cum for me.” He practically begged before taking the tip of the erect dick back into his mouth.

As the foreign hand on his rear edged closer and closer to his smooth crack, Song wanted to scream. ‘Surely he’s not…’ The pigtailed boy didn’t get a chance to finish his thought before Emmanuel plunged his middle finger deep into his puckered sphincter. “Maaaaa!” He screamed with his mouth full. One might have thought Song would have lost it then and there, but the experience was so shocking he froze up instead, only able to bring himself to try that much harder to finish off the boy. The sooner Brooks orgasmed, the sooner he could get dressed, and run out the door screaming.

‘Now she’s getting it.’ Emmanuel thought, suddenly experiencing a new level of pleasure as the beautiful girl seemed to reach a new tier of oral skill. She was working his shaft harder now, even gagging a little, but pushing through it for the sake of his enjoyment. Jae might have been a selfish asshole, but Song was a giver, and she was giving plenty. “Oh my god, oh… ah, ah, ah…” The teen boy groaned. “Song! Oh, god you are amazing, oh go…” The sensation built, and built, and unable to prolong the magic any further, Emmanuel exploded into his wonderful girlfriend’s mouth, his eyes crossing as his head collapsed back onto the back of the couch.

Pulling his mouth free from the now deflating member, Song tried not to retch, swallowing what he could. Wiping away the slimy trail that connected his lips to the cock in front of him, smile fixed in place, the humiliated boy asked “Was that good enough?” Song asked, pleading with his eyes for the ordeal to be over.

“That was stupendous!” Emmanuel reassured, then realized he’d had his, but Song was probably unsatisfied herself. “You didn’t get to finish though. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” He offered a warm smile, and pulled his girlfriend across the couch to straddle his still naked lap, his finger never leaving her hole. Hand still in place he began massaging what a few lewd instructional videos taught him was the prostate, while kissing the girl’s slender neck.”

Being pulled onto the boy’s lap with a finger still in his ass wasn’t exactly part of Song’s plan and he wanted to yell over being manhandled, but before he could he felt the tender touch of Emmanuel’s lips on his neck. “You really don…huhhh…G-god dammit.” Song’s own moans interrupted his protest, as the sensation of Emmanuel’s kiss felt far better than he’d ever be willing to admit, and the finger trying its best in his backside brought him closer and closer to a long delayed climax. Firmly, Emmanuel pushed him back, just enough to slip the halter over his pigtails, exposing his breasts, before moving his attention to the nipples, kissing and sucking them with gusto. It was a feeling Song had never experienced, and probably the greatest pleasure he’d felt not involving his junk is some girl’s vagina. For just a moment, he relaxed enough to let Emmanuel have his way, and in an instant, for the first time in weeks, Song orgasmed through the cage, and all over Emmanuel’s t-shirt, an erection never once being part of the equation. His legs shaking beneath him, he collapsed, his head resting on his lover’s shoulder.

Wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, Emmanuel held her tight, whispering in her ear, “You really needed that, didn’t you?” His warm breath caused her body to quiver. “You really are wonderful, Song.” he continued to whisper.

‘Fuck you…Brooks.’ Song thought, though he didn’t have it in him to even scream mentally. His plan to flee post climax was thwarted by his inability to stand. He could hardly even talk. All he could manage was to drape himself upright over the boy’s chest, riddled with the kind of self loathing that could only come from the realization that Brooks gave him the best orgasm of his life, and not once did anyone have to touch his dick. Exhausted, he would’ve vomited if it didn’t require effort. Instead he just wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's torso, feeling his tight abs, and resenting him all the more.

It only felt like a few minutes, but without realizing it, time sped by as the two embraced, getting to be almost ten before they even looked at the clock. Song still had to get home, or his mother might very well come over and kill Emmanuel herself. As the Asian teen stood, the dried semen glued the cage to the boy’s shirt, and they peeled apart like two socks fresh from the dryer. “Sorry about that.” Song said, before thinking to himself that he shouldn’t be apologizing to the asshole for anything.

“Don’t you dare be sorry for anything, beautiful.” Emmanuel said, having a newfound confidence in his relationship, the kind that can only come from a freshly drained scrotum. The comment caused Song to purse his lips and look down at the half naked boy. Being called beautiful wasn’t exactly the type of compliment a teen boy wanted to hear, but he couldn’t help but appreciate it. Though that was soon followed by a little self loathing for feeling anything positive about Brooks or the encounter.

They slipped their clothes back on, and Song ducked into the bathroom to fix his makeup. A quick touchup of his lips helped salvage the mess, but the pigtails were done for. Instead, he pulled out the ribbons, and ran a brush through his bob. Once he was suitable enough for travel on public transportation, Song took an extra moment to examine his reflection in disgust. ‘How many more times am I going to have to do that?’ he wondered, dreaming of the day he’d finally get his freedom.

As he went to leave without saying a word, Emmanuel jumped up from the couch, and cut him off before he could escape. “I had a really good time tonight. Let’s do it again soon. I’m getting a lot of overtime this week, so I can take you to that fancy restaurant again if you want.”

“Umm, yeah thanks, Emmanuel.” Song said, his eyes darting back and forth between Emmanuel himself, the boy's lips and the door. “I gotta go. If I miss this bus, my mom might call the National Guard.” he giggled nervously. ‘Did I giggle? Stop looking at his lips! What is wrong with me!?’ Song thought, as he put one hand over his chest so that his forearm was pressing against his breasts right where Emmanuel kissed only a short time earlier.

“You’re even cute when you worry.” Emmanuel said, causing Song to blush for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp, doubly so when his unwanted boyfriend bent down, and gently kissed him on the lips. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, gorgeous. Text me and let me know you got home safe.”

“I will, I will.” Song said, giggling again in spite of himself, before playfully swatting the taller boy on the arm. “I gotta run though. Talk to you soon.” He surprised himself once more by kissing Emmanuel on the cheek, just the same as Emery had done earlier before getting on the bus. The entirety of the bus ride home he tried to make sense of the interaction, but couldn’t, so instead he thought of a few dozen insults to call Brooks once they were free from that crazy bitch’s control.

Lying in bed a little while later, Emmanuel got the text and a thought occurred to him. ‘Why did Emery get her cage off today, but Song didn’t?’ The only answer he could come up with was Emery gave him a blowjob, but Song didn’t. That didn’t make sense though because he and Song just had the time of their lives, and she orgasmed…a lot. He had the laundry to prove it. How could that happen if she wasn’t into it? Hoping for an answer, he texted Emery a question. “The other day at the picnic…that was real, right?”

Emer checked his phone, and thought back to the picnic, trying to remember everything they did on their adventure. Just because it was a vape pen didn’t mean there wasn’t THC in it. The more he thought about it, he couldn’t remember Manny smoking with him, but he must’ve, otherwise he wouldn’t be asking if it was synthetic. He texted back, “Of course it was real, silly. I’m not into that fake stuff. Anyway, I love that you’re open to trying new things.” Manny had always been pretty uptight. The guy needed to relax and as far as Emer was concerned, weed was the best way to do that.

Emmanuel read that text, and his heart swelled in his chest. He asked, “So you liked it?”

Emer thought back and remembered the new strain. "Yeah, Manny, I was like, not used to it, but I loved it."

“Good to hear. Good night, beautiful.” With that, Emmanuel closed his flip phone, and went to bed with a smile on his face, his only worry that he wouldn’t be able to choose between the two beautiful, sweet, caring girls he was falling in love with.