Bonny Brown: Part 2

Shane sat alone in his dim bedroom, the flat steel chastity cage locked tight around his tiny cock and balls. The metal pressed cold and unyielding against his skin, a constant reminder of Bonny Brown's control. He still could not believe she had chosen him, taken his balls in her hand, and snapped that padlock shut herself.

On his laptop screen, Bonny Brown filled the frame. The video had already hit twenty million views. She lay on her back in the center of a huge bed while a dozen naked men surrounded her. One thrust deep into her pussy while another fed his cock into her mouth.

Cum already streaked her tits and stomach from earlier rounds. Shane watched her moan around the thick shaft, her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin.

His own cock tried to swell inside the cage. The steel tube refused to give, forcing his erection to strain painfully against the bars. Precum leaked steadily from the tip, dripping onto the chair beneath him.

Every time Bonny cried out on screen as another man slammed into her, Shane's balls tightened and his locked shaft throbbed uselessly.

The camera zoomed in on her used pussy, glistening and stretched, cum oozing out around the cock pounding her. Shane remembered how that same pussy had looked hours earlier, puffy and slick after her long night with over a hundred men.

Now he watched her take more, her body rocking with each thrust while she reached down to spread her ass cheeks for the next guy waiting behind her.

Shane's breathing grew ragged. He gripped the edge of his desk, eyes locked on the screen as Bonny arched her back and took two loads at once, one in her mouth and one deep in her cunt. The cage bit into his flesh as his cock fought to get hard, the denial making every pulse of arousal sharper.

He could not look away from the woman who had bathed in front of him, the same woman now being gangbanged for millions to see.

Four days dragged by like four months to Shane. Shane sat in his room every night, the flat steel chastity cage clamped tight around his cock and balls. He could not stop replaying the moment Bonny had snapped the padlock shut.

Every time he closed his eyes he felt her fingers on his balls again. He watched her gangbang videos on repeat. His cock tried to swell inside the cage each time he saw her pussy stretched around thick shafts and her mouth dripping with cum. The steel refused to give, forcing his erection to press painfully against the bars until precum leaked down his thighs.

He obsessed over every detail. The weight of the cage. The click of the lock. The way Bonny had looked at him like he was hers to control. He barely slept. His thoughts circled back to her constantly—her cum-covered body in the bath, her teasing smile, the promise that she would take his virginity when she decided. The cage kept him constantly aware of his denied state, every twitch and throb a reminder that only she held the key.

On the fourth day his phone buzzed. A message from Bonny lit the screen: "Be at the hotel in the next town over at 5pm. Room 412. Don't be late."

Shane's cock surged instantly inside the cage. The sudden rush of blood made the steel bite harder. He stared at the message, heart pounding, imagining what she had planned. All afternoon he paced, the cage rubbing against his swelling shaft with every step. By the time he drove to the hotel he was leaking steadily, the front of his underwear damp.

He arrived forty minutes early. The lobby was quiet. He approached the front desk and a tall Swedish blonde receptionist looked up. Her fitted blouse hugged full breasts and her lips curved into a knowing smile. She slid a key card across the counter without asking his name.

"Room 412," she said, her accent soft and sultry. She winked, eyes flicking briefly to his crotch as if she knew exactly what was locked beneath his clothes. "Enjoy yourself."

Shane took the key, face burning, and headed for the elevator. The cage felt heavier than ever, his cock throbbing uselessly against the steel as he wondered what Bonny had waiting for him upstairs.

Shane's hand trembled as he raised it to knock. The seconds stretched. Then the door opened and Bonny stood there in a short silk robe that clung to her curves. She smiled wide, pulled him straight into a tight hug, and pressed a warm kiss to his cheek.

"There he is," she said, voice low and teasing. Her perfume wrapped around him. She took his hand and tugged him inside, the door clicking shut behind them.

She let the robe slip open at the front as she spoke. "Strip. Everything off. I want to see that cage again." Shane's fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers. His face burned crimson. Each layer dropped to the floor until he stood naked except for the flat steel cage locked around his cock and balls.

A steady thread of clear precum already hung from the tip of the cage, dripping onto his thigh. He stuttered apologies, voice cracking, but Bonny only laughed softly.

She let the silk robe fall completely. It pooled at her feet. Naked now, she climbed onto the enormous king bed and settled on her stomach, ass raised high, legs slightly parted. Her big cheeks spread just enough to show everything. She reached for her phone, thumb already scrolling, and glanced back over her shoulder.

"Start at my feet, Shane. Kiss them. Work your way up. Nice and slow." She wiggled her toes. "And don't you dare touch that cage."

He dropped to his hands and knees at once. The carpet felt rough under his palms. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the arch of her right foot, then the left.

The scent of her skin mixed with faint traces of lotion. His cock throbbed violently inside the steel, trying to swell, leaking more. A fat drop fell from the cage onto his own wrist as he kissed the ball of her foot, then the heel. He moved higher, lips brushing her ankle, then the smooth back of her calf. Every kiss made the cage bite tighter.

He could not stop staring at the woman whose videos had kept him aching for four straight days—the same woman now lying naked in front of him, ass up, casually scrolling her phone while he worshipped her.

Bonny sighed contentedly and flexed her toes. "That's it. Keep going. Higher. Show me how grateful you are for that cage." She kept scrolling, occasionally letting out a soft hum when his lips reached the soft skin behind her knee.

Shane's breathing grew ragged. His tongue traced the line of her calf, tasting salt and warmth. Precum continued to drip steadily from the cage, leaving wet spots on the sheets beneath him. He could not believe this was real—this was the exact woman he had watched take load after load, and now she had him on his knees, leaking helplessly while she checked her messages.

She lifted one foot slightly, toes brushing his lips. "Good boy. Don't stop until I tell you."

Bonny shifted her hips higher and spread her knees wider on the king bed. "Higher, Shane. Get that tongue right where it belongs." Her voice stayed calm and teasing while her thumbs kept tapping across the phone screen.

Shane crawled forward on hands and knees, precum still dripping in thin strings from the steel cage onto the sheets. His lips left a wet trail up the back of her thighs until his face met the warm cleft of her ass. He pressed his mouth between the soft cheeks, nose buried, and pushed his tongue out. The tight ring of her asshole flexed against the tip of his tongue.

He licked slowly, circling, then pushed inside as far as he could reach. The taste was clean and faintly musky. His cock tried to swell inside the flat cage again, sending another thick drop of clear fluid onto the carpet.

Bonny let out a soft satisfied sound and angled the phone so the camera caught the top of his head between her cheeks. The live stream window popped open. The viewer count climbed fast—hundreds of thousands already, comments flooding in. She spoke into the mic, casual and bright. "Hey everyone. Tonight’s the big one. One hundred guys lined up downstairs. I’m just getting warmed up with my little locked-up helper here. Say hi to Shane."

Shane froze for a second, face still pressed deep, tongue still inside her. His ears burned. He could hear the faint ping of new donations rolling in. Bonny reached back with one hand and patted the back of his head. "Keep going. They want to see you work."

He obeyed, pushing his tongue deeper, licking in slow, wet strokes while the live chat exploded with messages. Bonny kept scrolling and reading comments out loud between soft sighs. "They love watching you tongue-fuck my ass while that tiny cage leaks everywhere. Keep it up, baby. We’ve got a long night ahead."

Bonny kept Shane’s tongue working deep inside her asshole for another twenty minutes, letting the live chat watch every slow, wet thrust of it. Her hips rocked gently against his face while she read comments aloud and laughed softly at the flood of donations. The viewer count had climbed past eight hundred thousand when she finally tapped the screen and ended the stream.

She rose from the bed without hurry, leaving Shane on his hands and knees with his mouth shiny and his locked cock still dripping. “Time to get ready, baby,” she said, voice light. She walked to the nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled out four padded leather cuffs connected by short chains. “On the bed. Lie down and spread for me.”

Shane climbed onto the mattress on shaky limbs. Bonny fastened his wrists to the headboard posts first, then his ankles to the footboard, stretching him out spread-eagle and completely exposed. The flat steel cage sat tight against his body, a single clear string of precum hanging from the tip. She gave the cage a light flick with one finger and smiled when it swayed.

Bonny hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black lace panties and slid them down her legs. She held the damp scrap of fabric up so he could see the wet spot, then draped it directly over his nose and mouth. The scent of her pussy—musky, warm, and thick after hours of use—filled his lungs with every breath. She pressed the panties down gently so they stayed in place.

From the same drawer she took a small wand-style massager. She clicked it on low, pressed the rounded head against the underside of his balls, and taped it there with a strip of medical tape so it stayed snug. The steady vibration started at once, sending constant pulses through his trapped cock and balls. Shane’s hips jerked involuntarily, but the cuffs held him flat.

Bonny leaned over him, her long blonde hair brushing his chest. “That’s going to keep you nice and desperate while I’m gone,” she whispered. “I’m putting on my short black dress, heading downstairs, and letting one hundred cocks use every hole I have. When I come back I’ll be dripping from head to toe and you’ll still be right here, edged and leaking into that tiny cage.”

She straightened, smoothed the short black dress down over her hips, and gave him a playful wink. “Be a good boy and keep breathing through my panties. I’ll be back once they’ve all fucked me.” With that she turned, heels clicking on the floor, and left the suite, the door clicking shut behind her.