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Son for Hire: Chapter 65
🕑 Added 2022-03-25 16:01:02 +0000 UTCEvelyn pulls my underwear up over my butt and gives me an adoring pat. She steps back. “Is it comfortable?”
Slowly straightening up I feel the ass filling plug shift slightly with my movements. “Oh! Um, yeah.”
“Doesn’t hurt or pinch or anything?”
“Uh, noooo. It’s…interesting.” At a loss of words of quite how to describe ‘interesting’ was all I could think of. There was no discomfort at all, if anything it was quite pleasurable. I felt this wonderful fullness as the bulbous head filled the space just inside of my booty hole. If it were any larger I think it would have been a challenge but she had wisely chosen a small one to start me off with. The crescent base sandwiched between my cheeks was actually the weirdest bit as it kinda felt like I had a hard lump of shit sitting in my drawers, but I would quickly get used to that. I swivel my hips. “It’s sort of nice actually.”
“Good.” She smiles. “Walk around. See how it feels.”
I walk a slow circle around Evelyn. “Ohh, it’s sorta shifting in there. Pressing against…things. Whoo!” I laugh. The choice of silicone was a good one as it allowed it to bend with me. I was thankful now she hadn’t given me something hard and inflexible like metal or glass. It wasn’t just the plug making things feel so different. It combined with my cage left me feeling well and truly contained yet so virile and potent, like a mighty genie trapped in his bottle awaiting his master’s touch to release him or some powerful savage beast that must be restrained for the safety of those not his tamer. The more I walk the more I get used to it and before long I am walking relatively normally. The real hard part was containing my sighs of joy as the toy rubbed my P spot. “How do I look?”
“Sexy, cute, lovable.”
I chuckle. “I mean do I look like I’m walking normal.”
“Yes.” She says and steps up to slide a hand across my back. She kisses my shoulder. “If the plug feels bad, in any way, I want you to take it out. Okay?”
“Sure.” I quip. “I’ll just bend over in the furniture store and pop it out.”
“Find a washroom silly.” She laughs and hugs me then pats my tush. “Since this is the first time you are wearing one I don’t want you out for too long. No more than a couple of hours, okay? And no heavy lifting or roughhousing or anything too strenuous.”
I cannot help but smile. She sounded so much like a worried mother. “Yes Ma’am.”
She then pats my caged peen. “And I am sure my little guy would like to stretch out.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“The faster you go, the faster you’re free.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Okay, get dressed now my pet. Kitty is waiting.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I get my pants back on and check myself out in the mirror as Evelyn watches me. In the reflection all looked normal, what was happening within my undies was a kinky little secret only she and I knew. I loved it!
Evelyn hugs me from behind, a long joyful possessive embrace. “Come back home to me my prince.”
“As quick as I can.” I bring my arms over hers and hug them into me.
After a few more tender moments she lets me go. I kiss her cheek and head out the door. Our suite was already locked up and I find my sister out at the end of the driveway chatting with one of the neighbors. “Darling!” She waves to me. Turning to the tall brunet woman Kit says. “Gotta go. It was nice to meet you.”
“Indeed.” The woman drolls. She gives a look and a slow nod then heads off down the sidewalk.
Kit hurries back to the truck. “Who was that?” I ask.
“Valerie.” She says. “Neighbor from two doors down.” Lowering her voice she leans in. “She saw our moving truck earlier and came snooping. She smelled of gin, a few martinis in already I suspect.” She laughs. “Like Evelyn, I think she’s got a lot of time on her hands.”
My face falls. “What do you mean like Evelyn?”
“You know, the bored housewife type.” She sighs. “Ah, to be a kept woman. A good gig if you can get it.”
I scowl. “Evelyn is not a kept woman.”
“Really? Alan seems to provide for her pretty well. Leaves her a lot of time for knitting sweaters and…other things.”
“She was a mother to their son! She gave a career to do that.” I snap. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I didn’t say there was. Hey.” Kit says, putting her hands up. “Truce. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just sayin…” She lowers her hands. “…I think I’ll just drop it.”
“Don’t talk about her that way.” I grumble. “She deserves respect.”
“Done. I didn’t realize it was a sore point.”
“It isn’t.”
“Hey, cheer up babe.” She pokes my belly. “We’re goin shopping!”
After a second I let out breath, realizing how silly I’d just been. I didn’t like her speaking ill of Evelyn but Kit meant no harm. I give her a nod and a grin. Beginning to walk around to the passenger side I toss her the truck keys. “You mind drivin?” With me in a state of mild to medium distraction I didn’t think getting behind the wheel was the best idea at the moment, not until I truly got accustomed to my stuffed and imprisoned state.
“Oh, yeah. No sweat.” She snatches them out of the air and heads to the drivers side. We get in and as she is adjusting the seat she mentions. “We really oughta think about getting a car of our own.”
I am still gingerly settling into the passenger seat. “Yeah.”
She glances over. “Are you okay?”
I let my weight plonk down and let out a little squeak as the plug thumps a bit deeper in. At that same moment could feel just teeny dab of precum wet the tip of my cage. Acting as casual as I could I nod. “Mmm hmm.”
Her gaze lingers a moment before she turns her attention back to start the truck.
The trip turns out to be really, REALLY fun! Kitty and I had never had this much worry free cash to splash all at once before. There were no upcoming bills to worry about or outstanding debts that made demands on us. We had a healthy budget free and clear of such concerns, only made healthier by the freebies we’d just gotten from the attic. In our new guise as a married couple we shop in stores we’d only fantasized about before, no consignment shops for us, and we have grand time testing out sofas, studying the specs of different televisions, and just joking around along the way. With a new house and a new neighborhood and shopping for new things we were like brand new people.
Adding to this more wholesome joy was the constant little reminders of my submission from down below. Physically it was amazing to feel my cock snug and my butt full but psychologically it was even more powerful. I felt so naughty! So wonderfully kinky. All in plain sight with nobody else the wiser. Every tug of my cage or prod of my plug was a reminder of the gorgeous red haired big dicked lady that I belonged to. It filled me such confidence and self-belief. I walk taller, I speak louder, I make eye contact, and I carry myself like the good man that I was. I was invincible!
Kit definitely noticed my bolder and more dynamic personality. She kept looking at me with this grin that told me how happy she was to see me so happy and when I invariably took charge of our interactions with sales people she was only too happy to fade back and watch me go. She wasn’t the only one to take note. As we stood over the sofa Kitty had picked out on the website and debated if we should get this one or upgrade to another pricier one that she liked she nudges me.
“Psst, those girls are checking you out.”
“Huh?” I look over the way she’d indicated to see a trio of cute college girls perusing a living room set. When my eyes make contact all three smile, two immediately look away to pretend they hadn’t been looking while the last, a hot blonde, allows her blue eyes to linger on mine for a long three count. Long enough to let me know that I was indeed being checked out. It was practically an invitation! I blush.
Kit giggles and sidles up to my side to loop her arm in mine. “Sorry girls, he’s married.” She jests under her breath.
“Kit!”
Seeing my ‘spouse’ not so subtly protect her man the three quickly move on, though the blonde does glance back one last time. Her friends titter and hurry her along. I am left a bit stunned. I was not accustomed to such overt interest as this. Was it shopping in an upscale store? Maybe they thought I was rich. Had I simply not noticed such looks before? I didn’t usually have my head up to look around at others so much. Could it be that since I was ‘married’ I was someone safe they could check out without the risk of being hit on right afterward? Kitty has the answer.
“You are beaming kid.” She whispers as she leans her head into my shoulder. “I don’t know what Evelyn’s done to you but you are absolutely glowing.”
Kit's words remind of something Mommy had told me once. I could hear her loving voice echoing in my soul. ‘Let the world see your light my child.’
