Cock Kitten by Nightside
Dive into 'Cock Kitten', an alluring Nightside gay erotic sex story that explores passionate encounters and thrilling desires. Discover the captivating journey of desire and connection in this enticing tale. Perfect for lovers of LGBTQ+ erotic fiction.<br/>
She tells me to strip down and stand in the outside shower stall. I do so without hesitation, folding my clothes neatly and quickly, setting them on the floor inside the door before walking out into the sunlit yard. I don’t look around, trusting the fence we installed last year to keep my nude body hidden from our neighbors. I am 6′ 4” tall, a little on the heavy side, but still well muscled. My skin is evenly tanned from being naked in the yard quite a bit, the only hair being on top of my head and cut short in a business cut. She has me shaved and dilapidated a couple times a week. I keep my eyes locked on the frame in the back feel a sense of pride at my creation. A simple looking frame of black steel plumbers pipe just over eight feet in each direction mounted on a concrete slab. There are ‘S’-hooks along the top with pants hanging from them to give it the look of a planter. She has the hose run out from the house already, so I know She is going to wash me. I stand in the middle of the frame, my arms and legs spread out and pointed toward opposite corners of the cube, and I wait. She wraps the cuffs around my wrists first, fastening them to the top corners of the frame before securing my ankles to the bottom corners. Feeling a small tug on my hair, I lay my head back and open my mouth for her. I stifle a small moan as she fits the large rubber ball of the gag between my teeth and fastens the strap behind my head.
“We need to make sure you are nice and clean for your special date tonight,” she whispers in my ear. She giggles as my brows crease in confusion. “You’ll see, my sweet.” She walks away with a parting swat to my bare ass.
I hear the house door open and close and wonder how long she will leave me here this time. I hear the door again, listening for her approach. I hear her hanging something from one of the hooks behind me. I don’t try to turn, keeping my head back and eyes to the sky as she left me. I feel her fingers between my ass cheeks, the vinyl of a glove and cool wetness of lubricant telling me to relax my hole. I whimper and close my eyes as she inserts her middle finger, finger fucking my ass and spreading the lubricant by twisting her wrist. My breath is coming in pants now, my heart racing, and my excitement clear as my cock stands straight out from my body. She removes her finger and inserts something else. As pressure builds at the swooshing sound of a bulb pump, I know it is one of the butt plugs she modified as an enema. I wait for the warm feel of the water to start, and try to relax into the restraints. I feel the warmth start to spread, the pressure of the water starting to work its way into my bowels. Soon, the pressure stops building and steadies, as I am as full as I can be. I whimper as she give the bag a last squeeze to make sure. I hear the air start to release from the butt plug and try to relax in preparation of it being forced out of me by the water inside of me. When it plug goes, water and shit spew from my ass to the ground and down my legs. I feel the cold water of the hose like a shock as she sprays me down, keeping any of the waste water from staying on me for long. It feels like a long time before the flow stops, more solid pieces coming out at the end. She doesn’t touch me or come inside the frame until after she is sure I’m empty and she has hosed me clean and washed most of the waste off the other side of the slab. I hear her boots click on the concrete and expect her to release me, only to feel a lubricated plug shoved into me again, the pressure plug inflating quickly, and the warm flow of another bottle of water starting to fill me. I take in more this time, and spew out only dirty water. A third bag through my bowels has me clean enough for her satisfaction.
She inserts another plug into my ass, telling me to keep it there until she takes it out. She hoses me down again, then begins to wash me with a soapy sponge. She makes sure my cock and ass are clean, but does not pay them enough attention to let me cum for her. She washes my hair by standing on a small stool she keeps nearby. She takes out the ball gag but tells me to keep my eyes closed and not to speak. I nod. She finally uncuffs me, leaving the chains hanging from the frame. She tells me to go into the bedroom and put on what is on the bed. I walk quickly but properly into the bedroom to see what she has picked out for me. On the bed is a pair of red boots, four inch heels, and a small strap around the ankles with a bell. Next to the boots are a pair of red leather cuffs about two inches wide, also with a bell. I put them on quickly, standing with my hands at the small of my back, my feet spread, waiting for her inspection and next instructions. I don’t look around the room, even though I wonder if there was something else I was supposed to put on, something I didn’t see. She circles me a couple times before slipping a small padlock into the strap of each boot, locking it in place. I feel her put a lock into each cuff at my wrist as well, and shiver in excitement. She pulls the butt plug out and replaces it with one attached to a long fabric tail that comes to just below my knees.
“Sit at my make-up counter. I need to finish you up before we go.” I try to hide the surprise at her command, moving quickly and sitting carefully. I sit quietly as she applies make-up to my face, my eyes, my lips. I can see she has put mascara on me, can feel the foundation on my face, the wet lipstick. She puts dangling earrings in my ears, just long enough to brush my shoulders. I feel her put a head-band in my hair, pulling my short bangs back harshly. Finally she reaches around my neck and locks a small collar on me. She stands back and smiles before attaching a thin chain leash to the collar and guiding me to the door. She pauses to hand me a bright red long coat that comes to just above my knees, then leads me out to the car. She sits me in the back seat and goes back into the house.
The sun has long gone down, but I sit afraid in the darkness, waiting for a stray light to expose me to the neighbors. She comes out in a black coat the comes past her knees, showing only part of her thigh-high boots. She gets behind the wheel and we drive off.
I don’t pay attention to where we are going, being more worried about being seen than our destination. I am surprised when we stop in front of a valet parking stall. She quickly gets out of the car and opens my door, taking up the leash and pulling me out. I feel the heat of my blush in my cheeks, keeping my eyes down so I don’t see who is looking at me. I hear the murmur of others, and a few giggles, making me blush all the harder. She leads me through the crowd, chatting and laughing with the other people along the way. No one mentions me or my outfit, but I can feel their eyes looking at me, feel the amusement at my humiliation. I hear the tinkling of the bells at my wrists and ankles with every movement I make, drawing more eyes to me. As we enter the building, I catch a glimpse of myself in a reflection, and my knees almost buckle as my shame is complete. The head-band in my hair has cute, pink, kitten ears attached to them, my make-up is a shade paler than my skin tone, but my lips are a red that makes me think ‘cock-sucker’. My view is blurred from the tears that start to well in my eyes. She glances back and smiles. She pulls me close and tells me it will be alright, and not to ruin my make-up with tears. She kisses me lightly on the cheek and leads me deeper into the building.