Yes, But Chastity

The air was thick with tension as Toph’s hands hovered over the ground, her fingers twitching slightly. Sokka lay on the stone table, his body still trembling from the last round, his cock hard and straining against his stomach. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his eyes were locked on Toph. She was in control, and he was completely at her mercy.

“You’ve been a good toy, Sokka,” Toph said, her voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone. “But I think it’s time we take this to the next level.”

Before Sokka could respond, Toph’s hands moved swiftly, and the ground beneath her began to shift. A metallic shimmer caught Sokka’s eye, and he watched in awe as a thin strip of metal rose from the earth. It twisted and coiled, shaping itself into something small and intricate. His breath hitched as he realized what it was—a chastity cage.

“Wait, Toph—what are you—” Sokka started, but she cut him off with a sharp grin.

“Relax, pretty boy,” she said, her voice low and husky. “You’re mine now. And if I’m going to keep playing with you, I need to make sure you’re not getting ahead of yourself.”

Sokka’s cock twitched at her words, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through him. He wanted to protest, to tell her he didn’t need it, but deep down, he knew the truth. He was already addicted to the way she used him, the way she made him feel. And if this was part of it, he would take it.

Toph stepped closer, the metal cage in her hands. She knelt between his legs, her fingers brushing against his cock, making him shudder. “This is going to hurt a little,” she said, her voice almost apologetic. “But I think you can take it.”

Before Sokka could respond, she slid the cage over his cock, the cold metal sending a jolt of pain through him. He let out a sharp gasp, his hands gripping the edge of the stone table as she secured it in place. The pressure was intense, his cock trapped and throbbing, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of being so completely under her control.

“There,” Toph said, her voice satisfied. “Now you’re perfect.”

Sokka looked down at himself, the metal cage glinting in the dim light. His cock was trapped, unable to escape, and the ache in his ass was a constant reminder of what was to come. He glanced up at Toph, his breath hitching as she stood and turned back to the ground.

Her hands moved again, and the earth shifted once more, forming a thick, smooth stone phallus. It was larger than the last, the tip tapering to a point, and Sokka’s ass clenched instinctively at the sight. He knew what was coming, and the thought both terrified and excited him.

“Ready for round three?” Toph asked, her voice low and teasing. She stepped between his legs, the stone phallus in her hands, and Sokka couldn’t tear his gaze away. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes... please, Toph. Use me again.”

Toph’s grin widened, and she positioned the phallus at his entrance, the tip pressing insistently against his tender hole. Sokka’s breath hitched, his muscles clenching as she pushed it inside. The stretch was unbearable, the thick stone filling him completely, and he let out a **** moan.

“That’s it,” Toph said, her voice soft but commanding. “Take it, Sokka. You’re mine.”

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through him, and he **** himself to relax, his body opening up for her. Toph began to move, rocking the phallus in and out of him with a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, the pain only making it better, and he could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his gut.

But he couldn’t come. The chastity cage prevented it, his cock trapped and throbbing, begging for release. Sokka’s hands gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white as he tried to hold back the tears of frustration. He needed to come, but he couldn’t, and the desperation was almost too much to bear.

“Please, Toph...” Sokka begged, his voice trembling with desperation. “Let me come... please...”

Toph’s grin widened, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Not yet, pretty boy. You’re not done yet.”

She picked up the pace, slamming the phallus into him with reckless abandon. The stretch was unbearable, but Sokka loved it. The pain only made it better, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his gut, but he couldn’t come, and the frustration was almost too much to bear.

“Toph, please...” Sokka whimpered, his voice thick with desperation. “I need to come... please...”

Toph’s hands tightened on his hips, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Beg for it, Sokka. Beg for me to let you come.”

Her words sent a jolt of arousal through him, and he nodded, his voice trembling. “Please, Toph... please let me come... I need it... I need you...”

Toph’s grin widened, and she reached down, her fingers brushing against the chastity cage. With a swift motion, she released it, and Sokka’s cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. The relief was instant, and he let out a **** moan as she began to stroke him, her hand moving in time with the thrusts of the phallus.

“Come for me, Sokka,” Toph commanded, her voice low and husky. “Be my good little toy.”

Her words were enough to push him over the edge. With a final, **** cry, Sokka came, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot onto his stomach. His body trembled with the **** of his orgasm, his mind blissfully blank as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

When it was over, Sokka collapsed onto the table, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His ass was sore, his body exhausted, but he couldn’t stop smiling. He had done it. He had taken the phallus, and it had felt amazing. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He needed more.

Toph stood over him, her grin still in place. “You’re full of surprises, Sokka. I think I’m going to enjoy this... arrangement.”

Sokka’s eyes widened, and he felt a thrill of excitement shoot through him. “What... what do you mean?”

Toph’s grin widened, and she knelt down, her hands brushing against the ground once more. The earth shifted, forming two more stone phalluses—this time, even larger than the last. Sokka’s cock twitched at the sight, and he felt a surge of arousal at the thought of taking both of them.

“You ready for round four?” Toph asked, her voice low and husky.

Sokka hesitated for a moment, his body already aching from the previous rounds. But the desire in his eyes was undeniable. He nodded, his breath hitching. “Yes... please, Toph. Use me again.”