Chastity Cock Suck

Maitresse Madeline lines her slaves up like property under the lights. Bella Rossi walks the row, eyes sharp, until she stops at Jason—tall, heavy, already owned. She pays cash and takes him home. First night, the whip cracks across his back until he drops to all fours. She clips a collar around his neck, makes him crawl inside the wire dog crate, and leaves him there panting. Next morning the crate door opens. Bella steps in wearing a thick black strap-on, grabs his hips, and drives straight into his hole while his chest stays pressed to the roof of the little house. Every thrust knocks the crate an inch across the floor. When she’s finished, she yanks his cock out, red and throbbing, and clicks the chastity cage around it—steel with long breathing slots. The key goes into her pocket. Hours later she returns naked, tits swaying, and drops to her knees. Her tongue slides through every slot, licking the trapped shaft, sucking what she can reach while Jason strains against cold metal. He leaks and swells until the whole cage shakes, but there’s no way out. Bella keeps working him—slow, wet, relentless—until his trapped cock is slick with spit and desperate pressure, and every breath he takes comes out a growl.