Amnesia in Vegas: Part 2

Pam sank slowly to her knees at the very front of the illuminated stage, the polished wood cool beneath her skin. Her short schoolgirl skirt bunched high on her thighs, exposing the smooth bronze flesh that disappeared beneath the thin pink fabric of her panties.

She brought the bright red lollipop to her lips again, parting them wide and sliding the candy deep into her mouth with deliberate slowness. Her tongue worked visibly around the sphere, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, saliva glistening at the corners of her lips. Pigtails framed her face, swinging gently with each bob of her head.

Mervin’s eyes locked on the motion, every pull of her mouth sending another desperate throb through his confined cock. The steel cage felt tighter with each heartbeat, the metal rings pressing cruelly into his swelling flesh while precum continued to leak steadily from his trapped tip.

She rose with fluid grace, hips rolling in a slow figure-eight as she approached the gleaming pole. Her fingers trailed along its length before she gripped it and spun, the motion making her breasts sway heavily inside the pink bra. First she peeled away the cropped top, letting it drop to the stage. The loose tie followed, fluttering down like a discarded ribbon.

Next came the pleated schoolgirl skirt; she unfastened it and let it slide down her legs, stepping out of it with one graceful motion until she stood in nothing but the tiny pink panties, matching bra, and fishnet stockings. The panties stretched obscenely, the thick outline of her cock clearly visible, the fabric straining to contain the heavy bulge.

Mervin sat rigid on the sofa, unable to look away. His trapped shaft pulsed violently inside the unyielding steel, each heartbeat making the cage feel smaller. A fresh surge of precum soaked through his boxers, the wet patch spreading across his lap and darkening the fabric. He could feel the warmth of it against his skin, the constant reminder that he was helplessly aroused and completely denied.

Pam spun once more around the pole, slower this time, letting her body press against the cool metal. She reached behind her back, unhooked the bra, and let the straps slide down her arms. Her large breasts spilled free, heavy and full, dark nipples stiff and prominent.

They bounced and swayed with every step, the motion hypnotic. Mervin’s mouth went dry as he stared, cock straining harder against the cage, another thick bead of precum forcing its way out and soaking deeper into his underwear.

Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of the tiny panties. She eased them down inch by inch, the fabric stretching and then releasing as the massive 10-inch cock sprang free. It slapped heavily against her thigh before hanging thick and heavy between her legs, the head already glistening.

The sight made Mervin’s trapped cock throb so hard the cage shifted against his balls. His boxers were now soaked, the wet spot visible even in the dim club lighting, precum continuing to leak in steady pulses as he ogled her naked body.

Pam’s gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on him. Recognition flickered in her eyes. She gave him a slow, deliberate wink, lips curving into a knowing smile while her massive cock swayed gently with the motion of her hips.

She continued her dance completely nude except for the pink fishnet stockings, every movement designed to display her body for the audience, but her attention clearly fixed on the man who had been staring at her with such desperate hunger.

Pam’s final spin around the pole sent her heavy breasts swinging in wide arcs, nipples stiff and dark against the stage lights. She dropped into a low squat, thighs spread wide, letting her thick 10-inch cock hang heavily between her legs while she gripped the base and gave it a slow stroke for the cheering crowd. Her bronze skin gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, every curve of her body on full display as she rose again and blew one last kiss to the audience.

She stepped off the platform with a sultry sway, hips rolling with each click of her heels as she descended the side stairs. Her massive cock swayed heavily side to side, the head glistening with a bead of precum that caught the light.

Mervin’s eyes followed every movement, his trapped shaft throbbing painfully inside the steel cage, another thick pulse of precum soaking through his already drenched boxers.

Pam walked straight toward him, her gaze locked on his face. Without a word she straddled his lap, lowering her round ass directly onto the rigid bulge of his caged cock. The weight of her pressed the metal harder against his swollen flesh, forcing a choked gasp from his throat. She took his right hand and guided it between them, wrapping his fingers around her thick shaft.

“Stroke it for me,” she whispered, voice low and husky.

Mervin’s hand moved automatically, pumping her massive cock in slow, firm strokes. The heat of it filled his palm, veins pulsing under his grip as he worked from base to tip. Pam leaned in, pressing her full breasts against his face, the soft weight smothering him while her lips found his.

She kissed him deep and wet, tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting faintly of cherry from the lollipop. Her hips rolled in slow circles, grinding her bare ass over the cage, the motion making the steel dig into his trapped cock with every pass.

She broke the kiss just enough to murmur against his lips, “I had so much fun with you last night.” Her ass pressed down harder, rubbing the cage through his pants while his hand kept pumping her cock. Precum leaked steadily from her slit, coating his fingers and making each stroke slick.

Pam pulled back slightly, a wicked smile on her lips as she looked down at the wet spot spreading across his lap. “So you actually went through with the chastity cage?” She ground her ass again, feeling the steel beneath her. “You’re so hard in there, aren’t you? Poor thing.”

Mervin’s voice came out shaky. “D-do you have the keys?”

Pam giggled, the sound light and teasing. “Of course not.” She gave his caged bulge another slow grind. “But I want to see it.”

She stood, taking his hand again, and led him through the crowd toward the back of the club. Her massive cock swung freely with each step, still slick from his stroking, while Mervin followed helplessly, the cage aching with every heartbeat.

Pam tugged Mervin through a heavy curtain into the dimly lit backstage corridor. The air smelled of perfume, sweat, and sex. She spun him around, yanked his shirt over his head, and shoved his pants down to his ankles. His cock strained visibly inside the heavy steel cage, the metal glinting under the low lights. Pam burst out laughing, the sound bright and mocking as she wrapped her fingers around the cage and gave it a playful shake.

"Look at that poor little thing," she teased, pressing her body against his. She kissed him hard, tongue pushing deep while her hand stayed wrapped around the locked steel. "You’re the only guy who ever told me he’d lock his own cock away just to focus on mine. That’s so fucking hot."

She pushed down on his shoulders until his knees hit the floor. Her massive 10-inch cock bobbed in front of his face, already half-hard and glistening. Mervin’s own shaft pulsed helplessly inside the cage, a steady stream of precum dripping from the tip and soaking the floor beneath him.

Pam gripped the base of her cock and guided the swollen head straight between his lips. She thrust forward without warning, sliding half her length into his mouth. Mervin gagged around the thick shaft as she started a slow, steady rhythm, fucking his face with shallow strokes. Each thrust made his trapped cock throb harder, more clear fluid leaking out in long strings.

He pulled off with a wet gasp, spit trailing from his lips to her cock. "Did you lock it on me?"

Pam giggled, eyes sparkling with mischief. "No." She grabbed the back of his head and shoved her cock back down his throat, burying it deeper this time. Mervin’s eyes watered as the head pressed against the back of his throat. He sucked hard, tongue working along the underside while she moaned above him.

He pulled off again, breathing hard. "Did anyone here lock it on?"

"No," she laughed, voice husky. "Now stop asking questions and focus on my needs." She slammed her hips forward, driving her full length down his throat in one smooth thrust. Mervin choked and gagged around the thick cock as she began fucking his face in earnest, her heavy balls slapping against his chin with every stroke. Her moans grew louder, hips rolling as she used his mouth.

Mervin’s cock leaked constantly inside the cage, the steel becoming slick with his own precum while he sucked and swallowed around her shaft. Confusion mixed with raw arousal as he took her deeper, throat working, with no answers about how the cage had ended up locked on him at all.

Pam's grip tightened on the back of Mervin's head. Her hips snapped forward with sudden force, driving the full length of her thick cock straight down his throat in rapid, punishing strokes.

Each thrust buried her shaft to the hilt, her heavy balls smacking against his chin while spit and precum spilled from the corners of his stretched lips. Mervin gagged and choked around the invading length, eyes watering as she used his mouth like a toy.

She picked up speed, fucking his face harder and faster. The wet sounds of her cock plunging into his throat filled the backstage corridor. Mervin's trapped cock throbbed violently inside the steel cage, a constant stream of clear fluid leaking from the tip and pooling beneath his knees.

Pam moaned louder, her rhythm becoming erratic. With one final deep thrust she buried herself completely, her cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot straight down his throat. Mervin swallowed desperately around the spurting head, but she pulled out halfway through, aiming the remaining jets across his face. Hot cum splattered over his cheeks, forehead, and lips in heavy strands.

She kept stroking her cock as the last drops fell, then patted the top of his head with her free hand. "Good cock sucker," she cooed, voice husky with satisfaction. "It was so much hotter knowing your cock was locked away the whole time."

Mervin knelt there panting, face glazed and throat raw, his own shaft still leaking helplessly inside the unyielding steel while confusion and arousal twisted together in his gut.

Pam rose to her feet with a light giggle, adjusting her outfit as she looked down at Mervin still kneeling on the floor. "I gotta get back on stage, baby," she said, blowing him a kiss. Mervin stayed there naked, streaks of her cum drying across his face and chest, his throat still tasting of her load. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed what remained inside before managing to speak.

"Wait—do you know anything else? About the cage?"

Pam winked at him, already turning toward the curtain. "You mentioned last night you were heading to the gay bar down the road to see if someone could help you find a chastity cage. Said you knew a guy who knew a guy."

She disappeared back toward the main floor, leaving Mervin alone. He scrambled to pull his clothes back on, the steel cage pressing tight against him with every movement, his trapped cock still aching and dripping. He wiped the remaining cum from his face with a tissue from his pocket as he stepped out of the back room and made his way through the club toward the exit.

Outside, the Vegas night air hit him. He walked down the street toward the biggest gay bar in the city, the one with the flashing neon sign visible from blocks away.

As he approached the entrance, a fragment of memory surfaced—last night, a tall, muscular Black man at the bar had leaned in close, telling him he knew someone who knew someone who could help with the cage. Mervin remembered the man's deep voice and the way he'd nodded toward a back booth before the night blurred again.

Mervin pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside the crowded, dimly lit space, the bass thumping through his body as he scanned the room for any familiar faces.