I got home long after midnight, the plastic bags from the adult store rustling like whispers of conspiracy. I hid them deep in my closet, behind old gym equipment I no longer used, and placed the carton of milk in the fridge, a single, mundane anchor in a sea of transgression.
Sleep did not come easily. My body was a live wire, thrumming with a strange, discordant energy. I lay naked in my bed, the sheets cool against my skin, replaying the night. Hoshino Yuki. The memory of her tight, wet heat, the primal, unthinking way I'd taken her, was a searing brand of pleasure. It was a release, a storm of pure lust. That was one side of the new coin. The other side was cold, sharp, and glittering. Yamada Kaito. The memory of his terror, his submission, his violation… that was a different kind of satisfaction. A predator's satisfaction. Hot lust and cold power. I was beginning to understand that I needed both.
I woke before my alarm, my body humming with restless energy, my cock a hard, insistent pillar of flesh tenting the sheets. Morning wood. A daily nuisance that today felt like a demand. I stroked my shaft, trying to picture Yuki, to recapture the explosive release from the night before. But the image was hazy. The porn I pulled up on my phone felt hollow, sterile. It wasn't the act I craved. It was the dominance. I wanted to feel a body break beneath me, to hear begging, to taste tears.
Annoyed and still painfully hard, I stalked to the shower. The hot water did little to soothe me, but the blast of icy cold that followed shocked the erection away with a grunt, leaving me awake and focused. My phone buzzed on the counter. A text from an unknown number. From Yuki.
Yuki: Hey, this is Yuki from last night ;) Just wanted to say you owe me another ride. I've never felt anything like that before. I know you've probably got that sissy boyfriend to train, but I'm sure he's into cuckolding. Just a thought… lol. Sorry if this is weird, I feel like a girl begging for a second date, but I'm seriously trying not to furiously masturbate at work right now. Let me know, okay? (Sent @ 2:41 AM)
A smirk pulled at my lips. I saved her number. I had other business to attend to first, but the thought of seeing her again was a pleasant warmth in my chest. I glanced at the bags in the closet. My first thought was to find an elaborate hiding place, but then I stopped. Why hide them? They weren't meant for my room. They were meant for Kaito. He would be their hiding place. The thought was so simple, so perfect, that I almost laughed.
I packed my bag for school—uniform, textbooks, weights—and my new 'training equipment.' Upstairs, the smell of miso soup and grilled fish filled the air. My mother was at the stove, her back to me. She was a good woman, a loving mother, trapped in a world of soft pastels while I was busy painting my own in shades of bruised purple and blood red.
She placed a massive plate of food in front of me as I sat at the table. "Thanks, Okaa-san," I said, the familiar refrain on my lips. "You know I can cook for myself."
She turned, her expression unusually serious. "Akira. You are my little girl. No matter how strong you get, no matter how much you fight it. One day, you will be gone from this house. You'll be at university, living your own life, and I won't be able to do this for you. So let me be selfish. Let me dote on my daughter while I still can."
Her words hit me with an unexpected force. I ate in silence, a strange warmth spreading through me, a fragile island in the icy ocean of my resolve. I finished, kissed her on the cheek, and took the bento box she'd prepared for my lunch. "Thanks, Mom."
I ran to school, the extra weight of my pack a familiar comfort. Today, the run was fueled by anticipation. I arrived exceptionally early, the school grounds still quiet and washed in the pale light of dawn. I did an extra lap around the deserted athletic field before heading inside, a predator circling its territory before the hunt.
I stepped into the cold, tiled silence of the faculty locker room. He was already there.
Yamada Kaito stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed, his face a mask of simmering rage. He was trying to project power, to reclaim the space. It was pathetic.
"So, Kaito. Excited to be here?" I asked, my voice light as I dropped my heavy bag to the floor with a deafening thud.
"Fuck you, Dick-Girl," he spat through gritted teeth. "You forced me to be here."
"And why are you so early?" I asked, calmly unpacking my weights.
"So I can get you to delete that fucking video, and we can go back to leaving each other alone."
I finished stacking the weights and stood up, turning to face him. A slow smile spread across my face. "But, Kaito… I never said I would delete it." I saw the fury in his eyes, the tensing of his muscles. I saw the punch coming a full second before he threw it.
His fist flew at my face, a desperate, telegraphed blow. I didn't dodge. I didn't block. I moved into it. My hand shot up, faster than he could comprehend, and caught his fist in my palm. My fingers, strengthened by years of gripping iron, wrapped around his knuckles like a vise.
CRUNCH.
The sound was wet and sickening. He screamed, a high, thin sound of agony as the bones in his hand shattered under my grip. The force of his own punch, combined with my strength, had turned his hand into a mangled mess. I held him there for a moment, letting him feel it, watching the color drain from his face as shock and pain warred for dominance.
Then I let go. He crumpled to the floor, cradling his broken hand, sobbing.
"That was stupid, Kaito," I said, my voice utterly devoid of emotion. I crouched down beside him, a headache beginning to throb where his knuckles had impacted my palm. The fucker had actually tried to hit me again. But my plan was already in motion. The cold, rational part of my brain was in complete control.
I grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head up. "I am better than you, Kaito. I am faster than you." My free fist slammed into his gut. The air whooshed out of him in a pained gasp. I dragged him towards the showers, his bare feet scraping against the tile. "I am stronger than you, Kaito." I held him over a drain as he vomited up his breakfast, my face a mask of detached interest. "And I am smarter than you, Kaito."
I let his head drop and squatted beside his heaving, pathetic form, forcing his tear-streaked face to look at me. My cock gave a slight, interested twitch. "You have five minutes to get up and strip. For every article of clothing you're still wearing when the timer goes off, I will break another bone. Do you understand?"
He nodded weakly, his body trembling.
"Good," I said, walking out of the showers. I sat down and calmly set a timer on my phone. I took out the chastity cage and began assembling it, consulting the small instruction booklet. The final click of the lock snapping into place coincided perfectly with the beeping of the alarm.
I walked back in. He was naked, huddled against the far wall, trying to cover himself with his good hand. His body was impressive, I had to admit. The lean, powerful muscles of a top athlete. Biceps, triceps, deltoids—all clearly defined, all for show. I could lift twice what he could, yet my strength was hidden beneath a softer facade. The familiar sting of jealousy was there, but I suppressed it with practiced ease.
I stood over him. "How does it feel, Kaito?" I asked softly. "The 'Dick-Girl' you bullied for years can break you with a single touch. How does it feel to be the one shivering in the showers with your tiny, useless cock?"
I pushed him back against the cold tile. "Every day, you tormented me. Did you ever wonder why I never fought back?" His eyes were wide with confusion. "It's because I was scared, Kaito. Not of you. I was scared of what I would do to you if I ever let go. You are a rabbit who strayed too far from his burrow. I am the tiger who was patiently watching. And yesterday, you finally made me snap."
I paused, letting the words sink in. "Now, I'm going to teach you a lesson. About consent. About power." I walked over and grabbed his discarded uniform.
"Hey! I need those!" he cried out.
I laughed. "Yes, you do. And they're mine now. Just like mine were yours that day you and your friends stole them and left me naked in here. Did you think I forgot?" He went silent. "Unlike you, I'm not ashamed of my body. But you will be. You will learn shame, Kaito. It will be your new religion."
I returned to him, forcing him to stand. "Flex your arm," I commanded. He hesitated. "Flex. It." He complied, his bicep popping, a respectable knot of muscle. I placed my arm next to his and flexed. My bicep swelled, dwarfing his, a hard, dense globe of pure power that strained against my skin. It was visibly, humiliatingly larger.
"See?" I whispered. "All show. No substance." I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear. "Open your mouth."
He shook his head, tears streaming down his face. I grabbed his jaw with my hand, my thumb and forefinger digging into the pressure points, forcing it open. I gathered saliva in my mouth and spat a thick, viscous glob onto his tongue. He gagged, his body convulsing.
"Swallow it," I ordered. He choked, but he swallowed. "Good boy."
Now for the next lesson. I unzipped my shorts. My cock, already semi-hard from the proximity to his fear, sprang free. "On your knees," I said.
He stared at me, his one good hand trembling. "No… please…"
I sighed, a sound of theatrical disappointment. "I was hoping you'd be more cooperative." I grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him to his knees in front of me. "You used your mouth to tear me down for years, Kaito. Now you're going to use it to build me up." I pushed my cock against his lips. He clamped his mouth shut. I brought my knee up sharply into his stomach, not hard enough to do damage, but enough to make him gasp. In that instant, I shoved my cock into his mouth.
He choked and gagged, his tears mixing with the saliva and pre-cum coating my shaft. I fucked his mouth slowly, methodically, ignoring his muffled protests. I held his broken hand in a way that sent waves of agony through him every time he struggled. "This is what power feels like, Kaito," I grunted, my hips picking up speed. "This is what it feels like to be completely helpless." I felt my orgasm building, a hot, tight knot in my balls. I pulled out just before I came, my load splattering across his face and chest. He whimpered, a broken sound.
"Now, to clean you up." I dragged him into a shower stall and turned on the water. But instead of soap, I stood over him, my cock still dripping, and began to piss. A hot, steady stream of urine washed over his head and shoulders, sluicing the cum from his skin. The sharp, ammoniac smell filled the small space. He sputtered, trying to turn his head away.
"Drink it," I said calmly.
He looked up at me, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief.
"I said. Drink. It." My voice was ice. I lowered my stream, directing it at his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and complied, gulping down my waste, his body shuddering with revulsion. When I was finished, I turned off the water.
"There," I said. "Cleansed."
I pushed him onto his back. He was completely broken now, a hollow shell. I took the chastity cage. He didn't fight as I looped the ring around the base of his limp cock and balls. He didn't flinch as I fitted the cage over him and snapped the lock shut. It was done. He was mine.
"This is your new accessory," I told him, dangling the tiny key in front of his vacant eyes. "And this," I pulled out the jewel-tipped buttplug, "will remain in your ass at all times." I lubed it with his own tears and slid it into him. He didnt even cry out.
I pulled out my phone. "Smile, sissy bitch." I snapped a dozen photos from every angle. Him on his knees. Him with my piss drying on his face. Him showing me the pink jewel of the plug nestled between his ass cheeks. I selected the last one.
I opened my texts with Yuki.
Akira: Hey, Yuki. Thinking about that ride you owe me. Here's a little thank you for last night's help. A picture of my new pet in his collar.
P.S. You working tonight? If not, maybe I can start working off that debt I owe you…
I attached the photo and hit send, a giddy, fluttering sensation in my stomach.
I turned back to Kaito. "The rules are simple," I said, my voice a cold, flat monotone. "You will wear the cage and the plug at all times. I will conduct random inspections. If I find you without them, I will break your other hand. From now on, you will refer to me only as 'Mistress.' Do you understand, sissy bitch?"
He gritted his teeth. "Yes…"
"Yes, what?"
A sob escaped him. "Yes… Mistress." The venom in his voice was delicious.
"Good." I leaned in close, forcing him to meet my gaze. "I own you now, Kaito. Your body, your future, your pathetic little soul. It all belongs to me. Now get out."
He scrambled for his clothes and fled, a symphony of muffled sobs and rattling metal. I stripped and showered, washing away his filth, feeling powerful, clean, and utterly in control. As I was dressing, my phone buzzed.
Yuki: OMG, SO CUTE! <3 <3 <3 Is that him? The cage is a little big, but we can get a custom one later. And no, I am NOT working tonight… What kind of fun did you have in mind?
I smiled as I walked to my first class, Advanced Mathematics.
Akira: I thought you could show me your apartment. Maybe I can find some things that need to be… beaten into submission.
The bell rang. I put my phone away, but just as class started, it buzzed again. I resisted the urge to look. I tried to focus on differential equations, but my mind was elsewhere. When the bell rang again, signaling the end of class, I pulled out my phone. I regretted it instantly.
It was a picture from Yuki. She was on her bed, legs spread wide, a massive black dildo half-sheathed in her glistening pussy. In her ass was a pink buttplug, a perfect match for Kaito's. The caption underneath read: "Fuck me harder than you fuck your sissy bitch, Mistress. Make my holes submit."
A jolt of pure lust shot through me, and my cock surged against my skirt. Fuck. I had to walk to my next class with a raging hard-on. I spent the entire period thinking of peeling paint and tax forms, anything to make it go down. I quickly typed a reply.
Akira: You fucking minx. You will be punished for this tonight. I swear I will make you regret sending me that.
I knew, even as I typed it, that she wouldn't regret it at all.
The rest of the day was a blur. The only notable event was gym class. Tanimura-sensei had us play soccer. I smiled. It was a one-sided slaughter. I scored seven goals, weaving through the other girls like they were training cones. The looks on their faces were a mixture of fear and awe. I saw Sensei talking to another man in a suit on the sidelines, both of them watching me intently. I ignored them.
After showering, I was heading out of the school gates when I ran into her. Tachibana Miki. She blocked my path, her face a thundercloud of rage.
"Do you have a minute?" she snarled.
I sighed. "Follow me." I led her away from the school, down a public street, before stopping and turning to her. "Okay. You have one minute." I started a timer on my phone and held it up for her to see.
"Give me my ID back, and tell me why Kaito is ignoring me!" she demanded.
"No, and ask him. You have twenty seconds."
Her face turned bright red. "GIVE ME MY ID, YOU FREAK!" she shrieked, her voice attracting stares from passersby.
I raised my voice, pitching it with panic and fear. "I DON'T HAVE YOUR ID, CRAZY LADY! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Her face fell, stunned by my public performance. "Time's up," I said sweetly, turning and walking away, leaving her standing there, looking like a lunatic to the small crowd that had gathered.
I picked up my pace, a dark smile on my face. I was only a few blocks from Yuki's apartment.
Akira: Be there in five. Be ready.
My step was light. My mind was sharp. The world was my playground, and everyone in it was a toy, just waiting to be broken.