Cage Party

Chrissy arranged for you, Mark and Joshie to have dinner at her place. She was a good host -- a skilled chef, and everyone was transfixed by her beauty.

"So how long have you known Carrie, Junior?" Chrissy asked politely.

"Umm, about a year. We dated for six months before ... " you trailed off.

"Before she found a better man." Chrissy finished the thought. You nodded. You didn't want to get into the history.

"And that's all of our problems, hm? We've fallen in love with women that deserve a better man," Mark and Joshie coughed into their napkins, but slowly nodded.

"So we need to become a good ... counterpart, for our women. I'll give you my story. I was a high school freshman. I was confused as hell. Was I straight? Was I gay? And then this goddess comes next to my locker. Jezebel. She was a senior, so why the hell was this sexpot of a senior interested in me? But it wasn't ... like a monogamous thing. We were friends. But she dated other guys, and while I was jealous, I wasn't like possessive. It was just this hot little angst sitting in the bottom of my stomach. But it wasn't a cuckold thing either. She encouraged me to date. And she agreed that I should transition. So I did." Everyone just stared at her.

"So ... do ya'll have sex?" Mark asked. Chrissy chuckled.

"I've never had a proper hardon," she said, casually tugging up her skirt, pulling her panties to the side and untucking herself. It was seven inches, uncut, pink with heavy balls. It had a thick Price Albert piercing through it. It just hung there, swaying back and forth. You wanted to touch it. "Sad, isn't it? A big monster like this. You figure pussy would get it hard, or being buttfucked would get it hard, or getting sucked would get it hard. First person that gets it stiff gets a free teddy bear."

"Speaking of which," Chrissy continued. "I need some measurements, ladies. C'mon, cocks out." She got on her knees, gesturing for you to come over first.

"You've already got your girl name," Chrissy said knowingly as she pulled you out. She jerked you off to stiffness first, getting the measurements, then tugging you to orgasm. Then she applied ice to your balls, softening you up and measuring you again. "Okay, Joanie. Your cage will be pink, since that is your Owner's preferred color." She gestured over to Joshie, who approached nervously. She favored him with a smile.

"It's okay sweetie. You'll be ... Jocelyn." She tugged him to erection. "A fat little fucker, this cock is. But teeny tiny in length. Red cage, with the redhead Owner." She jerked his four inch cock to completion.

"All you beta boys and your watery cum," she said, smirking, as she applied the ice and took the final measurements. She crooked her finger at Mark, who undid his pants reluctantly.

"My, I'd have been crushing all over a boy like you in high school," Chrissy observed. "But what a disappointment down below." She tugged him off with two fingers, frowning as she made the measurements and milked him to a small orgasm. She applied the ice again, taking the final measurements.

"A flat metallic cage for you, given the lack of size, Marcie," Mark looked down, eyes welling in tears.

"Okay, ladies, we'll be getting your cages on order, and then you can discover the wonderful world of chastity. I've ordered some pink pajamas for you all. I thought we could do a sleepover. Who likes scary movies?"