Time dragged on painfully slowly until evening. The thought of being a girl made my cock strain against the cage, and I could feel liquid dripping from it. Katya’s mysterious kindness had vanished, leaving no room for negotiation. I had no choice—either play along or let everyone see the video of me riding her fingers. I picked up the butt plug, spitting on it to lubricate it, but there wasn’t enough saliva, and it refused to slide. Without thinking, I started licking it, then sucking on it. To my surprise, it felt oddly pleasurable. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Katya.
“Get ready. I’ll be there in an hour,” she said before hanging up.
I took the plug and tried inserting it. It slid in smoothly, and a wild surge of arousal hit me. Once it was inside, I felt a strange sensation when I walked—like the plug was hitting something deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I desperately wanted to jerk off, but the cage made it impossible. What made it worse was the discomfort of realizing how much this turned me on.
When Katya arrived that evening, she greeted me with a smirk. “Hey, Lera, get on all fours.”
I cringed at the name. “Katya, let’s just stop this.”
“Oh, Leraaa,” she drawled, her tone mocking. “Did you forget what I have?”
I knew there was no going back. Reluctantly, I got on all fours. She checked to make sure the plug was still in place and then handed me a candy. “Here, eat this.”
“I don’t want to,” I protested.
“Eat. Now,” she commanded.
I sighed. Fine, eating a candy isn’t a big deal, I thought, and popped it into my mouth.
“Good girl,” she said. “Now, let’s go. The girls invited us to play cards.”
By then, I’d gotten used to the plug, though it still sent jolts of pleasure whenever I shifted just right, making me ache to cum. The first round of cards was won by Katya, who made a wish: “For the rest of the night, everyone has to call her Lera.” The others laughed, while I felt a pang of fear. The second round, however, I won.
I decided to get back at them. “So, my name’s Lera now, huh?” I said, smirking. “Well, if that’s the case, then take off your shirts. What’s there to be shy about?”
I noticed Katya starting to smile, as if she’d been waiting for this moment. The girls just laughed and began pulling off their shirts. Some weren’t wearing bras, revealing beautiful breasts—some a B cup, others a C. A few were still in bras, their chests lifted and accentuated in a way that was undeniably attractive. That’s when I felt my cock straining against the cage, the pressure becoming painful and uncomfortable. The urge to jerk off was overwhelming. I’d already felt a slight arousal when I walked into the room, but now it was unbearable. I could feel my panties getting soaked. Please don’t let my shorts get wet, I thought.
The third game was won by Yulia. “Hey, why are some of you still in bras?” she said, grinning. “Off they go. And you—” she pointed at me, “—take off your shirt.”
My arousal was at its peak. Then, I felt something in my ass—like a faint vibration. It would grow stronger, then fade, only to return moments later. It was driving me insane. Every cell in my body felt hyper-aware, like I was on the edge of exploding. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I blurted out.
As soon as I stepped out, the vibrations in my ass intensified, and I let out an involuntary moan. “Hahaha, someone’s getting laid!” I heard someone shout from the room. The urge to moan again was overwhelming—my arousal was at its peak. It felt like if I even touched my cock, I’d cum instantly. I rushed back to my room and saw that my panties were completely soaked, practically dripping. I decided to change into a dry pair, but as I did, I noticed my cock wasn’t hard—it was just leaking, and the desire to jerk off was unbearable.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a notification from Katya: “Come back quickly. If you do, I might let you cum tonight.” The word “cum” sent me over the edge. Within seconds, I was back in the room. Katya suggested we play Truth or Dare, and immediately, another notification popped up: “The more dares you choose, the higher your chances of cumming tonight.” The vibrations in my ass returned, and my mind went blank.
“Alright, I’ll go first,” I blurted out. “I choose dare.”
“Ooooh,” the girls cooed. Anya chimed in, “Hey, let’s dress our little boy up in something more feminine so he doesn’t stand out.”
Everyone agreed, and they started stripping me down to my underwear. “Maybe we’ll leave the panties on,” one of them said mockingly, “so he doesn’t get too embarrassed.”
They handed me a push-up bra, tights, a short skirt, a crop top, and stuffed the bra first with socks, then covered them with silicone breast inserts. I started putting on the tights, but the girls kept yelling, “Faster!” I didn’t want to do this, but the thought of finally being allowed to cum kept me going. The vibrations in my ass were driving me wild, and now they were stronger than ever. My cock was leaking even more, and I hurried to get dressed before the girls noticed how wet my panties were.
When I looked in the mirror, I was in shock. Staring back at me was a slutty girl with a perky chest and a round, juicy ass. It was surreal.
The game continued, and it was Katya’s turn. (We’ll skip the others—they just asked for kisses or talked about whether they’d had sex.)
“Katya, what will you choose?” Anya asked.
“Truth,” Katya replied.
“Alright,” Yulia and Anya exchanged a glance before asking in unison, “Have you two already done something?”
Katya’s answer stunned me. “No, he’s only gone down on me. And, by the way, he’s pretty good at it.”
I was speechless. She said it so casually. The girls just laughed, but I could feel the vibrations intensifying again. (Don’t forget, this whole time, I’ve been feeling those vibrations while dressed like a slut.)
“My turn to choose,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I pick dare.”
“Oooh, girls, you’re about to see for yourselves,” Katya said with a smirk. “Go down on all of us.”
“Whoa, Katya, isn’t that too much?” Yulia protested.
“Relax,” Katya shot back. “Look at him. He’s dressed head to toe in women’s clothes. We’re practically naked already. And have you seen him hard today? I haven’t. So, he’s licking, not fucking.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a dick, though,” Anya said, spreading her legs. “Come on, do it like I taught you. On your knees, ass up, and get under Anya’s skirt,” Katya commanded.
My arousal was so overwhelming that I could barely think straight. My panties and tights were soaked, and I clung to the hope that they’d finally remove the cage and let me jerk off. I crawled under Anya’s skirt, the scent of her driving me wild. My arousal only grew, and I could feel the liquid dripping from me. Dasha and Snezana said they wouldn’t participate and left, but I couldn’t care less. All I could hear were Anya’s moans and the vibrations in my ass.
Katya came up behind me. “Ooooh, Anya, Yulia, our little girl’s dripping. She must really want it,” she teased.
“Show us,” Yulia chimed in.
“Oh, definitely,” Katya said. “Here, pretend you’re fucking her.”
With that, Yulia climbed onto Anya’s face. “Anya, please, I can’t take it anymore,” she begged.
Meanwhile, Katya started spanking me from behind, pretending to fuck me. Her hands roamed all over my body, and the way she touched me through the nylon tights felt electric. She grabbed my makeshift breasts and whispered in my ear, “Good girl. Keep going, slut.”
The vibrations grew even stronger, and I was on the verge of cumming when they suddenly stopped. I was drowning in my own arousal, lost in Anya and Yulia’s moans, desperate to cum myself. Katya’s fake thrusts added an extra edge to it all.
Anya and Yulia came, collapsing onto the bed. “He’s really good,” Anya said breathlessly. “When’s ‘Lera’ going to go down on you, Katya?”
“We’ll talk in my room first, and then we’ll decide what she’ll do,” Katya replied. “Get up, let’s go.”
I was relieved. I wanted to cum so badly that I’d become as obedient as a puppy. I followed Katya without hesitation, my tights soaked with the “juices” my caged cock had leaked.
“We’ll return the clothes tomorrow,” Katya said, closing the door behind us.
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