Kevin woke to the dull thud in his skull, a memento of the pints he’d knocked back the night before. The bedroom glowed with soft morning light, and Moira’s warm, curvaceous form pressed against his side, her red hair spilling across the pillow like a wildfire frozen in time. For a fleeting moment, he basked in the quiet comfort—until he shifted and felt it. Something cold. Something hard. Something wrong.

His hand darted beneath the sheets, fingers brushing metal where flesh should’ve been. His pulse spiked as he yanked the covers back, revealing a chastity cage locked tight around his cock. The steel glinted, its tiny padlock a smug little bastard taunting him. Panic clawed his chest. What the hell had he done?

Moira stirred, her sleepy murmur slicing through his spiraling thoughts as she rolled toward him. Her arm slid across his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles over his skin. “Mmm, morning, love,” she mumbled, voice husky with sleep. Her hand roamed lower, teasing down his stomach, and he tensed, bracing for impact. She didn’t know yet.

“Uh… morning,” he rasped, throat dry as her fingers brushed the cage’s edge. She froze, then explored further, her touch wrapping around the metal with a curiosity that twisted his gut.

“What the—” Moira propped herself up, green eyes narrowing as she peered under the sheets. The cage hit her like a slap, and she let out a sharp, incredulous snort. “Kevin, what the fuck is that?”

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face as last night’s fog began to lift. “It’s… a mess. A long, stupid mess.”

She sat up, her breasts swaying beneath her thin nightshirt as she crossed her arms. “Oh, I’ve got all day. Talk.”

He sighed, the weight settling like a stone. “Last night, I was out with Jamie and Lisa. We’d had a lot—too much—and it got dumb. Jamie was bragging about his… size. I said I was bigger. It turned into a bet.”

Moira’s brows shot up, amusement flickering in her eyes. “A bet? About your dick?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, heat creeping up his neck. “Winner got to sleep with Lisa. Loser had to wear this.” He gestured at the cage, the metal clinking faintly. “I was sure I’d win, Moira. I’m not small, right?”

She stared, lips twitching, then burst out laughing—a deep, rolling sound that stabbed his pride. “Oh my God, Kevin. You thought you’d win? With that?” She waved toward his lap, still chuckling. “Babe, you’re fine for me, but… biggest? Really?”

He bristled, ego stinging. “I wasn’t that far off! I just… couldn’t get fully hard. Too much whisky. It wasn’t fair.”

Moira doubled over, clutching her sides as she laughed harder. “Whisky dick! Oh, that’s gold. So you lost because you couldn’t even get it up? And now you’re stuck?”

“Laugh it up,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “Jamie had the cage ready, like he knew I’d lose. Smug prick.”

She wiped a tear from her eye, giggling as she slid closer. “This is a new low, even for you.” Her fingers drifted to the cage, tracing its edges with a light touch that sent a shiver through him. “So… how long’s this gonna last?”

“No clue,” he admitted. “Jamie’s got the key.”

Moira smirked, leaning in to brush her lips against his jaw. “Poor thing. And here I was, waking up all hot, thinking I’d get a good morning ride.” Her voice dropped, warm and teasing against his ear. “Guess that’s off now, huh?”

His cock twitched against the cage, a dull ache blooming as her words sank in. “Moira, don’t. This thing’s bad enough.”

She grinned, wicked and unrepentant, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. “Oh, I’m not teasing. I need something, Kev. And since your cock’s out…” She trailed off, hands framing his face as she shifted higher, thighs brushing his chest. “Your mouth’s gonna have to step up.”

He swallowed hard, her lush, freckled body looming over him, stirring a hunger despite the cage’s grip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, firm but playful. “You’ve got a damn good tongue, locked or not. Get to it.”

Moira didn’t wait. She tugged her nightshirt off, baring the full swell of her breasts and the soft, freckled expanse of her skin. Kevin’s hands settled on her hips as she moved, positioning herself above his face, her thighs framing him. Her scent hit him—raw, heady, all her—and his mouth watered despite the cage’s restraint.

He started slow, tongue tracing her folds with deliberate care, savoring her sigh. Her hands tangled in his hair, guiding him as he worked, hips rocking against his lips. “That’s it,” she murmured, voice thick with heat. “Right there…”

Kevin lost himself in it, tongue dipping deeper, flicking her clit with the skill she loved. The cage was maddening, his cock straining as her moans grew louder, rawer. She was right—he might not have the biggest dick, but he could make her unravel with his mouth, and right now, that was enough.

“Fuck, Kev,” she gasped, thighs trembling as she ground against him. “So fucking good…” Her words broke into a cry as she came, shuddering, fingers tightening in his hair. He kept going, drawing out every shiver until she collapsed back, breathless and flushed.

She rolled onto her side, propping her head to look at him. “Well, that was a decent stand-in,” she teased, lips curling. “But I’m still pissed you thought you could fuck Lisa without telling me.”

Kevin groaned, covering his face. “It was dumb, Moira. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly,” she said, poking his chest. “And now I’m paying for it. I wanted you inside me.” She paused, eyes narrowing with purpose. “Where’s Jamie live?”

“Two streets over. Why?”

“Because,” she said, swinging her legs off the bed, “I’m getting that key. You’re not staying locked forever—I’ve got needs.” She grabbed jeans and a tight top, dressing with a speed that left no debate.

Kevin sat up, alarm prickling. “You’re going now?”

“Yep,” she called, halfway out the door. “Stay put, locked boy.”

---

Moira’s boots thudded against the pavement as she marched to Jamie’s flat, her mind a tangle of irritation and intrigue. Kevin’s bet had pissed her off—his casual willingness to screw Lisa—but it amused her too. He’d lost, spectacularly, and now he was trapped. Still, she wasn’t letting this drag on forever. She wanted options.

She rapped on Jamie’s door, smoothing her hair. It swung open, revealing him in sweatpants and a rumpled T-shirt, dark hair a mess. “Moira?” he said, blinking. “What’s up?”

“I’m here for the key,” she said, arms crossed. “The one you locked my husband’s dick up with.”

Jamie grinned, leaning against the frame. “Oh, that. He told you, huh?”

“This morning,” she said, stepping past him. “I’m not happy, but I’m less happy he’s stuck. Give it up.”

Jamie shut the door, chuckling. “Fair. It’s in the kitchen. Coffee?”

“Sure,” she said, following. Lisa wasn’t around—probably asleep. As Jamie rummaged through a drawer, she leaned against the counter. “So, how’d it go? Kevin said he lost ‘cause of whisky dick?”

Jamie laughed, tossing a silver key onto the counter. “That’s his excuse. Truth is, he was never winning. Guy’s got guts, not goods.”

Moira’s brow arched, curiosity sparking. “And you do?”

He smirked, meeting her gaze with heat that made her pulse jump. “Lisa’s not complaining.”

“Prove it,” she said, words slipping out bold and unfiltered.

Jamie froze, searching her face. “You serious?”

“You heard me,” she said, steady. “Kevin was fine fucking your girl. I wanna see what beat him.”

He hesitated, then shrugged, a slow grin spreading. “Alright.”

He tugged down his sweatpants, revealing a cock that stole her breath. Thick, long, and already stirring, it dwarfed Kevin’s by a mile. She stared, awe and heat curling in her gut. No wonder Kevin lost. This was no contest.

“Jesus,” she muttered. “He really thought he’d beat that?”

Jamie chuckled, tucking himself away. “Guess so. Poor fucker.”

Moira’s mind raced, a dark, delicious idea blooming. Kevin had been ready to fuck Lisa—why shouldn’t she have her fun? She stepped closer, voice low. “I could tell him it was the price for the key. That you wouldn’t give it up unless I… tried it.”

Jamie’s eyes darkened, breath hitching. “Yeah? What’s that mean?”

She didn’t answer with words. She sank to her knees, hands sliding up his thighs as she tugged his pants down again. His cock sprang free, heavy in her grip, and she leaned in, licking the tip with a slow, deliberate stroke. Jamie groaned, hands finding her hair as she took him deeper, tongue swirling, tasting him.

“Fuck, Moira,” he rasped, hips twitching as she sucked him, raw and eager. The power of it—the sheer size—lit her up, heat pooling between her legs. She worked him slow at first, savoring the weight, the way he filled her mouth, then faster, her lips stretching around him as his groans grew rougher.

She pulled back, grinning up at him, her voice husky. “Better than Lisa?”

“Fuck yes,” he muttered, voice strained, and she dove back in, taking him deep until he was panting, his grip tightening in her hair. Her tongue danced along the underside, teasing the sensitive spots, drawing out every shudder, every curse that spilled from his lips. She could feel him pulsing, the tension building, and she reveled in it—the control, the raw need in his voice.

When she stood, lips tingling, she shed her jeans and climbed onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. “Come here,” she said, voice thick with want. “I need to feel it inside me.”

Jamie stepped between her thighs, his hands rough on her hips as he lined up. He thrust in with a force that made her gasp, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that sent a jolt through her core. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as he started slow, each movement deliberate, letting her feel every inch.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice raw, and he obliged, picking up the pace until the kitchen echoed with the slap of skin, the wet heat of their bodies colliding. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her into each thrust, his cock hitting deep, relentless. She arched against him, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his voice rough as he drove into her, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. The sensation sparked through her, electric, and she moaned, loud and unfiltered, her head tipping back against the cabinet.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. He groaned, his thrusts growing wilder, more desperate, and she matched him, rocking her hips to meet every plunge. The counter creaked beneath her, the edge digging into her thighs, but she didn’t care—every nerve was alight, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

Her first orgasm hit hard, a wave of heat and tension that broke with a cry, her body clenching around him as she shuddered. Jamie didn’t slow, fucking her through it, his hands gripping her ass now, lifting her slightly to angle deeper. “That’s it,” he rasped, watching her unravel, and the intensity in his eyes sent her spiraling again, a second climax ripping through her before the first had fully faded.

“Fuck, Jamie,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she rode it out, her nails raking down his back. He was relentless, his cock thick and unyielding, and she loved it—the raw power, the way he filled her beyond what she’d known.

“Where?” he growled, his voice strained, his thrusts faltering as he neared his own edge.

“Inside,” she panted, locking her legs tighter. “Fill me. I’m going to make Kevin lick it out.”

That broke him. He groaned, rough and deep, burying himself as he came, his cock pulsing with hot, heavy spurts. Moira shuddered, the heat of it mingling with her own aftershocks, her body trembling as he spilled into her, marking her in a way that felt primal, victorious.

When they parted, she slid off the counter, legs shaky but steady enough. She grabbed the key, smirking as she dressed. “Thanks for that,” she said, winking. “I’ll let you know how he takes it.”

Jamie laughed, still dazed, catching his breath. “You’re fucking wild, Moira.”

She grinned, the key burning in her hand. “You don’t even know.”

---

Back home, Moira sauntered into the bedroom, the key dangling from her fingers. Kevin looked up, relief flashing across his face. “You got it?”

“Yeah,” she said, tossing it onto the nightstand with a casual flick. “But we’ve got business first.”

He frowned, sitting up. “What?”

She stripped, climbing onto the bed and spreading her legs. “I had to fuck Jamie to get that key. Now you’re cleaning me up.”

Kevin’s jaw dropped, a flush creeping up his neck. “You… what?”

“You heard me,” she said, sharp. “I fucked him. His cock’s huge, Kev—way bigger than yours. No wonder you lost.”

He stared, shock and anger flickering in his eyes. “You fucked him? What the hell, Moira?”

She laughed, low and cutting. “Don’t get righteous. You were gonna fuck Lisa without a word to me. What’s the difference?”

“That’s—” He faltered, face reddening. “That’s not the same!”

“It’s exactly the same,” she snapped, leaning forward. “You made your bed, Kev. Now you’re in it—or that cage. And I’ve got the key.” She held it up, letting it glint. Then her voice softened, turning firm and insistent. “Jamie came inside me. You’re licking it out if you want out of that thing. You do want out, don’t you?”

Kevin’s eyes widened, a mix of disgust and hesitation crossing his face. “You’re serious? Another guy’s… I don’t know, Moira. That’s—”

“That’s what’s happening,” she cut in, her tone unyielding. “I’ve got the key. You’ve got the cage. Your choice, Kev. Stay locked, or get to work.”

He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between her thighs and the key in her hand. The cage pressed against him, a constant reminder of his predicament, and he shifted uncomfortably. “This is fucked up,” he muttered, but he moved closer, tentative, his breath shaky as he positioned himself between her legs.

“Go on,” she said, guiding his head down, her voice a mix of command and tease. “It’s not gonna kill you.”

Kevin hesitated, his lips hovering above her, the scent of her arousal mingled with something unfamiliar hitting him. He grimaced, his tongue darting out for a cautious, fleeting lick. The taste—salty, foreign, mixed with her—was strange, and he pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing. “I don’t know about this…”

Moira’s hand tightened in his hair, pulling him back. “You’ll get used to it. Keep going. You’re good at this, Kev—show me.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, then leaned in again, his tongue moving slower this time, exploring with reluctant curiosity. The taste wasn’t as bad as he’d feared—odd, sure, but not unbearable. He licked deeper, tracing her folds, and Moira sighed above him, her hips shifting slightly. That sound—her pleasure—stirred something in him, a familiar spark despite the cage’s grip.

“There you go,” she murmured, her voice softening with approval. “See? Not so bad.”

He grunted, still tentative but picking up the rhythm, his tongue working with more confidence as he adjusted. The strangeness faded, blending into her heat, her taste, and he found himself leaning into it, his hands gripping her thighs. It wasn’t just about the key anymore—her moans, the way she responded, pulled him in. He flicked her clit, slow and deliberate, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“Fuck, Kev, yes,” she breathed, her voice raw. “Just like that…”

He got into it now, his hesitance melting as he focused on her, on the way she trembled under his touch. The cage ached, his cock straining, but her pleasure fueled him. He sucked gently, then harder, drawing out a long, shuddering moan as she came, her thighs clamping around his head. He kept going, chasing every shiver, until she pushed him back, breathless and flushed.

She smirked, picking up the key and twirling it between her fingers. “Good boy. See? Not so bad after all.”

Kevin wiped his mouth, his face a mix of relief and lingering disbelief. “Yeah, well… can you unlock me now?”

Moira laughed, tucking the key into her palm. “Oh, I’m good, Kev. Fucked Jamie, came twice on your tongue—I don’t need you unlocked yet.” She slid off the bed, grabbing her robe. “You’ll stay locked ‘til I say so. That’s what you get for your little bet.”

His face fell, frustration flashing in his eyes. “Moira, come on—”

“Nope,” she cut him off, her voice firm. “I’ve got the power now. Get used to it.”

She walked out, the key warm in her hand, a slow smile spreading. She’d been satisfied—more than satisfied—and the cage? It was leverage. She wasn’t giving it up just yet.