Desperately

The medical wing was quieter than the rest of the resort, all soft lighting and pale walls that smelled faintly of clean linen and something sharper underneath. A nurse in a pale gray uniform led you and Kylie down a short hallway and into a private treatment suite. The door closed behind you with a soft electronic click.

Dr. Glasscock was already waiting.

She was tall, broad-shouldered, and striking in a way that made the room feel smaller. Long dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, sharp features, and a white coat worn open over a fitted black top and skirt that did nothing to hide the heavy, unmistakable bulge running down the inside of her left thigh. When she turned fully toward you, the outline shifted and thickened, the fabric straining. She smiled, slow and knowing.

“Welcome,” she said, voice low and smooth. “Kylie. And guest. I’ve reviewed your package. The optimization your ex selected is one of my favorites. Deep, thorough, and very effective. We’ll begin tonight.”

She gestured to two reclining treatment chairs set side by side. “Robes off. Everything off. Cages stay on.”

Kylie slipped out of her robe without hesitation, the tiny metal cage between her thighs glinting under the lights. You followed more slowly. The moment the robe left your shoulders the cool air kissed your skin and the locked cage felt even heavier. Your cock twitched uselessly against the bars.

Dr. Glasscock’s eyes dropped to both of you, lingering on the matching cages with open approval. She stepped closer, close enough that the thick ridge of her cock brushed lightly against your hip through her skirt as she passed. The contact sent a jolt straight through you.

“Beautiful,” she murmured. “Already locked. That will make the serum work even better.”

She prepared two identical syringes filled with a shimmering pearlescent fluid. The liquid caught the light in soft pink and lavender swirls.

“This is the first stage,” she explained, swabbing the soft skin of your inner thigh, then Kylie’s. “It begins the recalibration. Sensitivity, mindset, appetite. You’ll both feel it quickly.”

The needle slid into your thigh with a brief sting. Cool fire spread outward from the injection site, racing up into your groin and higher. Your locked cock throbbed hard inside the cage, already leaking a thin bead of precum through the tip bars. Beside you Kylie made a soft, breathy sound, her own tiny caged cock twitching.

Dr. Glasscock set the empty syringes aside and wheeled a large screen into place at the foot of the chairs. She dimmed the lights until the room was lit mostly by the glow of the display.

“Hypnosis reinforcement,” she said. “Eyes on the screen. Do not look away.”

The video began.

Soft pink and lavender lighting. Slow, looping close-ups of locked cocks—small, shiny, dripping. Feminine hands stroking over cages, tracing the metal, tapping the tips. Breathless voices whispered on a continuous loop:

*Locked and leaky…

Cock-hungry…

Need something bigger…

Need to be filled…

Good girls stay caged…*

Every few seconds the footage cut to Dr. Glasscock herself, coat open, skirt lifted, revealing an enormous, thick, heavily veined cock that hung heavy and half-hard before the camera. She stroked it slowly for the lens, the head already glistening. The image lingered just long enough to burn itself into your mind before returning to the cages and the soft, needy whispers.

Your own cock strained uselessly against the metal. The serum made every pulse feel sharper, hotter, more desperate. Kylie was breathing faster beside you, thighs shifting, her small locked cock visibly leaking.

Dr. Glasscock walked between the chairs, one hand casually resting on the heavy bulge in her skirt. She leaned down so her lips were close to your ear, then Kylie’s.

“Dream about this cock tonight,” she whispered. “Both of you. Dream about how it would feel stretching you open while your little locked clitties drip and drip and drip.”

She flashed it again—pulling the skirt aside just long enough for the full, thick length to swing free and slap softly against her thigh before she covered it once more. The image stayed behind your eyes even after she stepped back.

The video looped for what felt like a long time. The whispers sank deeper. The serum burned warmer. By the time Dr. Glasscock finally switched the screen off, both of you were flushed, breathing hard, cages shiny with precum.

She helped you stand. Your legs felt unsteady. Kylie leaned against you for a moment, her soft breasts pressing to your arm.

“Matching sleepwear,” Dr. Glasscock said, holding out two garments. Soft, silky teddies—one pale pink, one soft lavender. They were short, barely covering the ass, with little lace-trimmed skirts that flared when you moved. The fabric was thin enough to show everything underneath.

You and Kylie stepped into them in a daze. The pink one settled over your locked cage; the lavender over hers. The silk whispered against sensitive skin. Dr. Glasscock adjusted the straps on both of you with careful hands, then gave each of your caged cocks a light, approving pat through the fabric.

“Back to your villa,” she said. “Cuddle. Sleep. Dream of bigger cocks. The serum will keep working overnight. I’ll see you both in the morning for stage two.”

The walk back felt longer. Every step made the cage tug and rub. The teddy clung to your body, the short hem brushing the tops of your thighs. Kylie kept glancing at you, pupils still wide, a soft flush across her freckled cheeks.

Inside the villa the ocean was a dark mirror beyond the glass. You both climbed onto the California King without speaking. The sheets were cool. Kylie curled against your side immediately, one soft thigh sliding over yours, her caged cock pressing lightly against your hip through the thin lavender silk. Her breasts flattened against your chest. She smelled like the resort soap and the faint metallic tang of the serum.

“Night,” she whispered, already half-asleep.

You drifted off with the image of Dr. Glasscock’s enormous cock still burning behind your eyelids and the tight, frustrating pressure of the cage keeping you half-hard and leaking.

You woke in the middle of the night to soft, wet sounds and the shift of the mattress.

Moonlight spilled through the glass wall. Kylie was on her back beside you, lavender teddy pushed up around her waist. Her legs were spread. Two of her fingers were buried in her own asshole, working in and out with slow, hungry thrusts. Her tiny locked cock twitched and leaked steadily onto her stomach with every movement. Her eyes were open, glassy, fixed on you.

When she realized you were awake she didn’t stop. She bit her lip and kept fingering herself deeper, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered, voice thick and needy. “The serum… everything feels so empty. I’ve been thinking about Dr. Glasscock’s cock the whole time. How big it was. How it would feel.”

She pulled her fingers free with a soft, slick sound and rolled onto her side to face you. Her free hand reached out and traced the hard outline of your own cage through the pink teddy.

“Can I lick yours?” she asked, almost shy and completely shameless at the same time. “Please? I want to taste you while I’m locked. I want to feel how small we both are. And then maybe… you can lick mine too.”

Her fingers returned to her own hole, pushing back inside as she waited for your answer, eyes dark with the same cock-hungry need the serum and the hypnosis had planted in both of you.

The cage around your cock throbbed. The teddy stuck to your damp skin. Outside, the ocean murmured against the shore while Kylie watched you, fingers still slowly fucking her own ass, waiting.