A Step Too Far
Part 2: Dress-up Doll
Cathy's party crept up far too quickly. After another awful day at school, Ashley was feeling even more nervous waiting for his girlfriend to come pick him up. He'd run into Mike first thing, never a good start. Since Abaraxes had told him that the big bully wanted to well...fuck him, the young warlock couldn't even look at his main tormentor without blushing furiously. Today, that had earned him a punch in the gut so hard it almost made him vomit. He didn't get it. Of course he believed Abaraxes, but if Mike wanted them to be together, couldn't he be a little nicer?
After almost spewing his guts on the corridor floor, he'd been late to class and gotten the teacher's usual telling-off. She'd kept him after too, and asked him in that stupid, patronizing way if everything was alright. What the fuck was he supposed to tell her? The only thing that'd make his position as school punching bag even more unbearable was if he got a reputation as a snitch as well.
He'd come home to an empty house, and a text message from his Mum letting him know she was extending her holiday for another month. No mention made of any money for him of course, nor what he was supposed to eat during that time. It'd be plain pasta and rice for the next two weeks at least, and after that, the young warlock didn't even know what he was supposed to do. He could only hope her new boyfriend got bored of her quicker than usual and dumped her so she'd finally come home.
All too soon, it was eight in the evening and there was less than an hour before his girlfriend arrived. Ashley knew he'd better choose an outfit quick if he didn't want those embarrassing pictures plastered everywhere in school. He stripped out of his boring boy clothes first, leaving them neatly folded in his hamper to be washed later. Then he pulled on a pair of panties, just to get him in the right mood of course. These ones were white and lacy, with cute little frills along the hem. They felt so deliciously soft against his butt and dick that he bit his lip and moaned as he pulled them up to his waist.
Picking an outfit for the party was so much fun he almost forgot why he was doing this in the first place. As he looked through his skirts, blouses and tight skinny jeans, he remembered how he'd tried each of them on in front of Abaraxes. It all felt like some lovely dream now, the way he'd twirled and preened in front of the gorgeous succubus, showing off his body. She'd stared down at him with a warm smile and hunger in her eyes, seeing only him, like he was someone who mattered.
Soon his little cock was throbbing against the soft silk of his panties, but more than that he felt an aching warmth inside his chest. The beautiful demon had been so kind and gentle, never pushing him more than he could take. She'd got him to do things he'd never imagined before, but it had felt so nice and natural that he'd enjoyed every moment. He wished she was still here. He wished he could summon her again, just to see her smile at him.
Then the doorbell rang, the shrill noise sending shivers down his spine. Ashley darted down the stairs, wearing only his cute panties like his girlfriend had told him. As he stumbled into the entrance and found himself facing the door, he froze. It was Cathy, it had to be right? But what if it wasn't? Was he about to open the door basically naked to a stranger?
The doorbell rang again. The same sound, but he could somehow hear a note of impatience in that shrill noise. He stumbled forward before he could think and opened the door. A wave of cool air swept over Ashley's naked body, making him shiver and squeak in shock. His anxious gaze flickered up and he saw his girlfriend standing in the doorway, glaring down at him. His mouth dropped open. She looked...amazing.
Instead of her usual sporty clothes she was wearing nearly all black. A leather jacket with silver studs, finger-less gloves and trousers that clung deliciously tight to her muscled legs. Her long boots had heels, so she towered over him even more than usual. Even her nail polish was black, and the dark eye-shadow she wore picked out her icy blue eyes from the pale of her skin. Ashley swallowed hard, his dick twitching in his panties. She looked a little scary, but even that was kind of hot.
"Finally." Cathy sneered. She strode past him, a shopping bag swinging on her arm. Ashley slammed the door shut behind her before anyone saw him wearing panties. "So, you got anything to drink in this shithole, Ash?"
"Um...there's some coke in the fridge, I think." He stammered, biting his lip anxiously.
"I meant booze, dummy." She snapped. He shook his head. "Fuck, coke will have to do. Fetch me a glass." Ashley hurried into the kitchen before she could get even angrier. The way his soft panties rubbed against his dick as he ran made him all too aware of how hard he was right now. He really hoped she wouldn't notice this time. He poured out a cold glass of coke and darted back to her. She was waiting in the tv room, sitting with her legs spread wide on the couch where he usually ate her out. Her cool gaze followed him as he darted over and held out the glass to her. "You know, Ash." She drawled, making no move to take it. "Since I'm the only one willing to put up with a perv like you, isn't it time you started showing me a little more respect?"
"Respect?" The young warlock asked uncertainly.
"That's right, dummy." She smirked at him, crossing her long, toned legs over one another. Ashley felt his cock twitch. He couldn't help but remember all the time he'd spent this week with his face buried between those muscled thighs. "Like when you give me something, I think you should be on your knees. Just to show me you know your proper place."
"Cathy..." He protested, but a single hard glare from her melted his resistance and he awkwardly lowered himself to his knees. The young warlock watched miserably as his girlfriend plucked the glass from his hands and took a long drink. Why was he letting her treat him like this? Sure, she had the photos, but couldn't he push back a little?
"Now, let's see." She lent forward, her icy eyes drifting down his body. "Nice panties, dummy, very cute." Ashley blushed, his stomach twisting into painful knots. With just those few sarcastic words she'd turned his pretty panties into something so embarrassing. "Shame about the hard-on, but I have something here that should fix that little problem of yours." She patted her shopping bag. "I want to check the outfit you've chosen for me. Go upstairs, get dressed then come back down here so I can see it."
Ashley nodded frantically. Her cool gaze followed him as he turned and darted away to his bedroom. He hated this, hated how she made him feel so small. Was it really so bad that he liked girly clothes sometimes? Abaraxes hadn't minded. She'd liked him wearing cute things. He wished it was the gorgeous succubus he was getting dressed for again instead of his mean girlfriend.
With a sharp sigh, he looked over the outfit he'd chosen. Laid out on his bed was a pale blue sundress with thin straps over the shoulders, then a pair of long white socks. He had no idea what kind of party this was, and this had seemed the only choice which might be smart enough. Still...was he really ready to wear a dress out in public? It was the only one he owned, and he hadn't worn it since trying it on that once for Abaraxes. This seemed like a way bigger step somehow than just slipping on blouses and pretty skirts. Only, what choice did he have?
Ashley stepped forward before he could second-guess himself. He pulled the dress over his body, shivering as the soft fabric rubbed against the skin of his chest. His nipples tingled, stiffening up. Why did girl's clothes feel so good? The dress even smelled nice. Smiling to himself, he smoothed it down and glanced in the mirror. It was rather shorter than he'd remembered, baring a lot more of his thighs than he was comfortable with. Maybe the socks would help. The young warlock pulled each of them on in turn. His cock ached as every slight movement made the dress swish and flicker over his hips. He felt wrapped up in soft, girly fabric, every part of him caressed by smooth silk.
Another look in the mirror made him blush red-hot. Somehow he had just made his plump thighs even more obvious. The band of pale skin between the white socks and the blue hem of the dress drew his gaze. Fuck...he looked so cute. He slowly spun round, watching as the dress fluttered over his hips. No-one would guess he was a boy. Even without makeup he looked so very feminine, like a sweet little teenage girl with a flat chest. He couldn't help but imagine Abaraxes staring down at him with her hungry smile, cooing and telling him how amazing he looked. The thought made him shiver, his dick throbbing even hotter. Well, him looking girly was what Cathy had wanted, right?
Swallowing hard, he stepped out of his bedroom. His heart was pounding as he shuffled back downstairs to his waiting girlfriend. What if she didn't like it? Would she really post those pictures and ruin his life just because she thought his outfit wasn't good enough for her kind of party? He stepped into the TV room, shaking under his pretty dress. Cathy turned, her icy blue eyes finding him. They slowly drifted down his body, lingering on his legs.
"Christ, Ash..." She breathed. "If I didn't know you were a boy...fuck it." She rose from the couch and he squeaked in shock as she undid her trousers and yanked them down. Underneath she was wearing a tiny black thong. "Get over here, dummy." She snapped at him, pointing at her feet. "Remind me why I put up with you again."
In moments, Ashley found himself once again buried in his girlfriend's pussy, frantically licking away. Her muscled thighs squeezed his head tightly between them, hot skin pressed against his cheeks. It was uncomfortable, but under his dress and panties he was still really hard. Even after a week, he was learning just how Cathy liked it and when she started moaning and shivering he went for her clit, gently nuzzling at the nub of flesh with his lips.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, just like that!" She squealed above him. Her legs trembled, and he felt her almost fall, before she caught herself against his body. She was gasping hard, a rough note of satisfaction trembling in each hoarse breath. The sound made Ashley's skin tingle. "God...how'd you learn to do that so well, Ash?" She breathed softly. Her hand rubbed at his head, caressing his forehead, then moving down to cup his cheek with her fingers. He shivered against her thigh. She was never this gentle. Slowly she pulled him away, moving his head so he was staring up at her. Her pale cheeks were flushed, her icy eyes soft and satisfied. "I asked you a question, dummy." She purred, but there was no venom in her voice this time. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
"I...um..." Ashley stammered. "I watched a lot of porn." Cathy paused, then gently rapped him on the forehead with her knuckles.
"Course you did, little perv." She sighed, reaching down to pull up her thong and trousers. Ashley gasped with relief. At least she'd believed him. There was no way he could tell her about Abaraxes. "You're not being such a fuck-up today." Cathy glanced down at him, her gaze flickering over the front of his dress. "Nice outfit, but it's a little too cutesy for my kind of party. Fortunately, I brought a couple things that should help." As Ashley knelt on the floor, the taste of her still clinging to his tongue, she strode over to her shopping bag and pulled out a thin black strip with a silver tag hanging on the front.
"What's that?" He asked, his voice still a little hoarse.
"It's a choker, dummy." Cathy waved it in front of his face. "Very fashionable. All the cool girls wear them and so will you." Ashley swallowed hard. He knelt there obediently as his girlfriend fastened the choker round his neck. It wasn't too tight, but the slight pressure on his throat wasn't exactly comfortable. "Perfect." Cathy breathed, standing straighter to stare down at him. "Now you look a little less like you're going to a tea party." Ashley reached an uncertain hand up, his fingers finding the silver tag on the front of the choker. It was shaped like a heart. No matter what his girlfriend said, this all felt rather too much like a collar to him, something a pet would wear. Just the thought made him blush again. "There's one more thing and you should be all ready." Cathy continued. "Stand up, Ash, and pull your panties down."
"What?" Ashley spluttered, scrabbling to his feet.
"You heard me, dummy." She sneered. "We need to fix that little problem of yours. Can't have one of my friends seeing your erection and guessing what you really are. So dress up and panties down before you make me really mad." Blushing furiously, Ashley yanked his dress up above his hips. His other hand found the hem of his panties. The way Cathy was glaring at him was so scary he couldn't help but do as she said. Shivering like a leaf, he pulled the soft underwear down, freeing his stiff dick. His girlfriend lent down, staring at it with her head cocked to one side. "Fucking hell, Ash." She drawled. "I didn't know they came this small."
"Cathy...please." Ashley whimpered, shrinking back. His cheeks were burning, his stomach aching with embarrassment, but he was still hard. As she lent closer, his dick twitched and throbbed. Her breath tingled on his achingly sensitive skin. Was she finally going to touch him there? For the first time ever? Then she lent back and he shivered with relief. He wasn't even sure he wanted her to.
"Right, I went and bought something which should stop you from getting hard all of the time." She continued, still staring at his dick. Her hand reached into her shopping bag and she pulled out a small velvet box. Ashley swallowed anxiously, watching like a hawk as she opened it. Inside, nestled in place was a small pink piece of plastic, the shape of a soft dick, with a little hole where the peehole would be. "It's probably going to be a little loose cause you're even smaller than I'd thought." Cathy continued. "But that's better right? More comfortable?"
"What is that, Cathy?" The young warlock asked, his voice high and strangled.
"Come on, dummy, try to keep up." She sighed. "It's a chastity cage. It goes on your dick, stops you getting hard. I had to go that creepy sex shop at the back of the mall to find one, and it was fucking expensive too, so you'd better be grateful."
"You can't be serious." Ashley gasped. "I'm not going to wear that!"
"Yes you are, dummy." She lifted the cage from its box like she hadn't even heard him. Ashley wanted to run away away screaming, only he was frozen in place, trembling like a leaf. "If you could stop yourself getting hard every time you pull on a pair of panties, you wouldn't have to wear anything." She snapped. "This is your fault, Ash. I'm trying to help you here." Ashley glanced down, a few hot, painful tears dribbling in his cheeks. Part of him just wanted to give up. If he did what she said, she'd stop being angry. That had been fine when all she'd wanted was for him to wear girl's clothes and eat her out. This was so much worse.
She stepped forward, something hungry in her icy eyes as she held the cage out towards him. Gazing up at her cruel sneer Ashley suddenly realized this was only the beginning. If he gave into her now, she'd just demand even more next time. That was who Cathy really was. She enjoyed hurting and humiliating him. He had to stop it now before she did something really awful.
"I can't, Cathy." He shrank back, closing his naked thighs over his dick. "I won't do it!" His voice rose, high-pitched with panic, and for a moment the lights in the ceiling glowed bright white, almost blinding him. The smell of sulfur tickled at his nostrils and he froze in confusion, but when he breathed again the harsh scent was gone. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he felt a little sick, but everything was normal again. What had just happened? He blinked in confusion, his eyes bleary.
Cathy was standing stiff in front of him, a look of shock on her face. Then she straightened to her full height, towering over him on heels and glaring at him with eyes like shards of ice. Her free hand slipped into her pocket and drew out her phone. She flipped the screen over to him and he saw a picture of himself, staring shyly over his shoulder at the camera and wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy blue boyshorts that bared most of his butt.
"You'll keep doing what I say." She sneered, her voice like glass cracking. "Or this is gonna end up on Mike's phone with a message I'll say is from you. Think that randy pig will wait to find out you don't really want his dick? Or will he just shove you into an empty classroom and take what he thinks you're offering?"
"How do you know about Mike?" Ashley gasped, stunned even through his terror.
"Ah, so you did notice the big idiot has a thing for you." Cathy sneered. "I've been keeping an eye on you these past few days, Ash. And what I've seen, fucking pathetic. How do you live like this? Everyone walks all over you, everyone treats you like trash and you just let them. Why?" Ashley choked on a hoarse sob. He had no answer, and she clearly knew it. Why? There was no why? What the fuck was he supposed to do? He was too weak, too unpopular. Nobody liked him. If he stood up for himself he'd just get beaten up again. "You know what I think?" He shook his head, eyes burning with floods of painful tears. "I think you know somewhere deep down that this is exactly what you deserve. You know you're a pathetic sissy pervert, which is why you're going to let me put this cage on your little needle-dick."
Ashley felt something break inside him. His shoulders slumped, what little strength he had flooding away. Hearing his love, his crush, his only childhood friend say those awful things felt like she'd crushed his heart in a steel vice. Worse still, he had nothing he could say to convince her she was wrong. He had given up on trying to get anyone to like him, a long time ago. His life was fucking awful. A mum who didn't give a fuck, a school where everyone hated him, and the only person who'd cared about him in years was a demon who'd gone straight back to Hell the first chance she'd got. Maybe Cathy was right, and he was just some pathetic, disgusting pervert who deserved to get hurt.
When his girlfriend stepped forward again, holding the cage open, he didn't even bother resisting her this time. She lent over, one hand finding his dick. He shivered at the touch of her fingers on his soft, sensitive skin. The first time a girl had ever been anywhere near that part of him, and he was soft now, soft with terror of her. Cathy was biting her lip with concentration as she guided the plastic ring over his dick and balls, settling it against the skin of his pelvis. The pink cage part then slotted up and she slipped it over his dick, pressing it tight over his sensitive head. It all fastened together with an awful clicking sound.
Cathy lent back, staring at the cage with a satisfied smile. Ashley just stood there, his chest trembling with every hoarse sob. The cage wasn't uncomfortable, but he could feel the weight of it there, the wrongness. And there wasn't any space for him to get hard. What was going to happen if he did?
"I didn't want to do this part." His girlfriend sighed, reaching into her pocket again. "You forced me to. If you'd just been good, I wouldn't have to be so mean. Now I can't trust you anymore." When he saw what she holding now, Ashley almost vomited. A little padlock. She was going to lock this thing on his dick.
"Please don't." He sniffled, a desperate, broken sound. She didn't even look at him, just reached forward and slipped the lock into place on top of the cage. Another awful click and it was fastened in place. Now he couldn't even take this awful thing off, not until she let him.
"I'm sorry." She shook her head, sounding almost like she meant it. "The lock's just for tonight. I'll keep the key, that way I know you won't do anything stupid. You're going to come to the party with me and be my girlfriend. You'll do everything I say, just the way it should be, and I'll know I can trust you again. We can take the lock off then. Alright, Ash?" She raised her head, staring up at him with her icy, blue eyes. The eyes he'd fallen in love with so many years ago.
"Yes Cathy." The young warlock whispered, not believing a word she said.
"Good." She smiled, a gentle smile that lit up her whole gorgeous face. Only her eyes didn't change, a silent promise that cold cruelty was still waiting inside. "Panties up, let's see how it all looks." Too broken to even think of resisting her, Ashley slipped his underwear back up over his hips. There was still a tiny bulge between his legs, but it wasn't very obvious. "Perfect." Cathy clapped her hands. "Now, off to the bathroom, Ash, and wash all those nasty tears off your face so I can get to putting some makeup on you. We'll be ready for the party in no time."
Head bowed and shoulders slumped, the young warlock shuffled away to do as she told him. He'd never felt lower in his life, but somehow he knew that whatever else his girlfriend had planned for him tonight it was only going to get worse.