Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 15:42:55 -0500
From: growing_interest@lycos.com
Subject: Chase Becomes Chaste 3

Chapter 3 - This Little Piggy Goes to Market

Chapter synopsis: Our narrator expands Chase's hell beyond his home,
Chase's new wardrobe beyond the one jockstrap, and Chase's virgin asshole
beyond its normal size.

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"I'm not going out like this!"

How long was it going to take Chase to figure out that he didn't have a
choice? I wasn't "asking" him to do anything. I was telling him.

"Come on, man! Listen. I get it, okay? I know you want to be in charge or
whatever. But I'm gonna get arrested if I go in public dressed like this!"

"And I'm supposed to care because...?"

"Oh, come on! I'll go with you wherever you want if you just give me
something else to wear. I know your clothes must be in some of those
boxes. You've gotta have something I can put on."

"You know, Chase, you're right. I do have something for you to wear."

He perked up at this, a confident smile appearing on his face. He must have
thought he'd finally won a fight with me, reasoned his way out of his
humiliation.

But the confident smile faltered when I walked right by the boxes and
instead starting rummaging through a bag I'd set by the front door: my
purchases from The Market de Sade.

I pulled out a studded dog collar and leash. They were both the same shade
of red as Chase's jockstrap.

I turned to him and beamed. "Now, don't go telling me I don't have your
best interests at heart. After all, it took me an extra 10 minutes to find
one that would match the colour of your jock!"

His smile was long gone, replaced by an indignant sneer. "Dude. No fucking
way!"

I mimicked his tone in derision. "Dude. Yes fucking way!"

I was getting tired of this back-and-forth. I wanted to get to The Market
de Sade before they closed. I knew it would take some extra concentration,
but I could speed this up with a mental command. It took a couple tries,
but I got it through: "Put. It. On."

Once I'd laid the command, Chase sprung into action like a marionette once
more. He ran right over to me and carefully donned his collar.

"Good boy," I said, giving him a pat on the head.

"Fuck off!"

I wondered briefly if I'd taken on more than I could handle with Chase. I
didn't think I'd have to put up with his snarky attitude this much. Maybe
this wasn't worth the time and effort.

But then I remembered what he did. Then I remembered who he was. He was
cheater. He was a crook. He was trickster. He was a rapist. And he felt no
guilt for being any of those things. Self-love still reigned supreme in his
mind.

That energized me once more. I wasn't doing this for myself. I was doing
this for the world.

With renewed power, I commanded: "FOLLOW. ME."

I took the leash and led the way out.

Chase was, of course, powerless to stop his legs from moving. But he
continued yapping with that mouth: "No, no, no! Come on! I'll be good now,
I promise. I'll do whatever you want! Just don't make me go out like this!"

I ignored him and continued walking at a steady pace down the hall to the
elevator.

"Come on, we can't do this! One of my neighbours is gonna see me! Someone
is gonna call the cops on me!"

I yanked his leash and pulled him along into the elevator.

"Chase, I already told you. I don't care if you spend the night in prison
for your indecent exposure. In fact, I think I'd really like it if you had
to spend the night in there. They'd probably put you in a cell with a bunch
of horned-up, lowlife thugs. And with your little cock locked up and your
naked ass on display, we both know exactly what they'd do to you."

That shut him up for the ride down to the ground floor.

As we stepped out of the elevator, I turned to him and added: "My only
regret would be that I wouldn't get to be the first man to fuck you up the
ass."

There were two young women standing in the lobby. They heard my comment to
Chase and had a good look at how he was dressed — or, more accurately,
"undressed." One of them blushed and tittered, the other just stared in
disbelief: surely no one would really walk out in public like that? But
they made no comment and neither did I. Chase simply held his head low in
shame and followed behind me as they watched this surreal scene play out in
front of them.

We made our way to my car. "Get in the back," I told him. This was a verbal
command, but he obeyed. I think I'd worn him down for the time being. That
attitude wouldn't flare up again for a while.

I hopped in the driver's seat and started us on our way. We sat in silence
for several minutes. Chase was the one who spoke first:

"You're not serious about fucking me up the ass, are you?"

I didn't reply right away. I focused on driving, made him wait for a
response.

"Chase, if I keep that cage on your cock as for long as I have planned,
soon enough you're going to be begging me to fuck you up the ass just so
you can get some kind of relief."

I let that sink in for a minute as I moved us into another lane of
traffic. "But it doesn't really matter if you ever ask me for it
nicely. The answer is yes, Chase. Yes, I'm going to fuck you up the
ass. I'm going to fuck you up the ass hard and I'm going to fuck you up the
ass a lot."

I turned onto a different street, again pausing my speech so every word
would really sink in. "In fact, a lot of men are going to fuck you up the
ass. Think of how many women you've fucked in your life and then multiply
that number by ten." I paused. "Now multiply that new number by a
hundred. That's how many men are going to ram their rock hard cocks into
your tight little behind."

I pulled into the parking lot of The Market de Sade. "You'd better get used
to the idea now, Chase. In time, you'll come to understand your cock isn't
even a sexual organ anymore. When it comes to sex, your ass is all that
matters now."

Chase said nothing. I don't know what he felt. I didn't want to waste my
energy reading his mind. Maybe he didn't believe me. Maybe he was
desperately plotting an escape. Or maybe he'd finally given up and accepted
the situation.

I put the car in park. "We're here."

I got out and went to open Chase's door. As I'd expected, he didn't jump
out when I opened it. In fact, he scooted over to the other end of the back
seat, withdrawing from the open door.

"Where are we?"

"You'll see. Come on." I picked up my end of Chase's leash and started
walking. Chase was, of course, still helpless to resist my earlier command
and he hopped right out of the car to follow me. I lingered next to the car
for a minute before closing the door behind him and then leisurely
meandered across the parking lot to the store's entrance. Chase was
mortified, no doubt. I was drawing out as long as I could the time he spent
outside, exposed like this in broad daylight.

The eyes of the man behind the counter lit up when we walked in.

"Hey! Welcome back!" He came right over to us. "I guess this must be your
new boy," he said, giving Chase a once-over.

I yanked Chase's leash to pull him in closer. "Oh, and what makes you say
that?" I asked in good humour.

We both had a laugh at that. Chase blushed, looked at his feet, probably
wishing with all his heart that he could wake up from this nightmare.

The sales attendant tried to engage Chase in a handshake. "I'm Jeff," he
said. Chase didn't reciprocate. He just continued to look down, still
mortified by the situation.

Jeff turned back to me. "I guess he doesn't say much?"

"No. Thank God he's at least good to look at!" We laughed again.

"Yeah, I can see that," Jeff replied, ogling Chase all over. "Thanks for
bringing him in like this. Most people are afraid to go out like that in
public. But it really does the kink community a service when guys like you
are open about who you are."

"I take serving my community very seriously. It's only right that we be
honest about who we are. Right, Chase?"

Still nothing. Ah, well. I suppose this stone-walling was better than his
belly-aching.

"Sorry, Jeff. Chase is a little shy... Well, except when it comes to his
body, obviously!" Another chuckled was shared between us.

"So, I guess you're here to pick up your purchases? They're still in the
back if you want to check them out and make sure everything's okay before
you take them home."

"Great, thanks. Lead the way." I followed Jeff and Chase followed me to the
store's back room. We passed by several men on the way back, all of them
very paying close attention to Chase, all the naked flesh he had on
display, and the humiliating way he was dressed.

I saw most of my purchases laid out on a large desk in the back.

"Which one do you want to try on first, Chase?"

Chase looked nauseated when he saw what was laid out. His hell was growing
and growing.

On the table were the professionally-personalized jockstraps I'd requested
that morning. All the colours of the rainbow, with two words written on all
of them in a wide array of fonts. On the back of each one: CHASE. On the
front: CHASTE.

"None of them," muttered Chase.

"Oh! So, you can speak after all?!" Jeff playfully remarked.

"Chase, it's okay. I know you probably want to model all of them for me at
home tonight. But it's okay if you try one on right now. They're all the
same style. Let's make sure it fits." I looked over the selection on the
table. If Chase wasn't going to pick one, I would choose for him.

I picked one up. "How about you try on this one?"

"No. No way." Chase wasn't making a big scene and I was thankful for
that. But I couldn't let "my boy" openly disobey me in front of Jeff. After
all, I apparently had a "reputation" to maintain for my fans in the kink
community.

I had, of course, picked one of the most humiliating ones. But I thought
this was only fair, seeing as Chase had declined to select one on his
own. Although the wide waistband was just a plain white, the pouch at the
front was thin mesh material in hot pink.

I tried to issue a mental command, but instead I felt lightheaded. Perhaps
I really had maxed out my powers for the day.

I took a seat so I wouldn't fall right over. I tried to do this as
inconspicuously as possible. I don't think either Jeff or Chase suspected
anything was wrong, just that I had casually decided to sit down.

I guess I would have try to persuade Chase with my words.

"Chase, it would make me really happy if you would try this on for me
here. And didn't you say earlier that you want to keep me happy?" I paused
and looked him dead in the eyes. "After all, you know what happens when I'm
not happy."

No doubt his thoughts returned to the violent spanking he received earlier
that afternoon. His ass was still a little red, but unfortunately it wasn't
so red that it attracted attention. His humiliation here would have to come
from things other than a red bottom.

He acquiesced. "Okay... Whatever. If it will keep you happy." He took the
hot pink jockstrap from me. "Where can I change into this?"

"Right here," I replied.

"Uh... I, uh... Isn't there a change room?"

Jeff laughed. "Well, yeah. But you're showing so much skin already. You
aren't really going to tell me you're feeling modest all of a sudden?"

"Come on, Chase. Just do it here. Make me happy."

Chase swallowed hard and reached for the waistband of the jock he had on. I
must have really done a number on him earlier today if he was willing to do
this without any telepathic coercion whatsoever. Yet, after the brutal
ass-beating, the freezing of every muscle in his body for almost an hour,
and then the repeated public humiliations he'd been subjected to throughout
the afternoon, I would have been more surprised if he was still going to
disobey me.

He again hung his head low and pulled down his red jock, exposing his shame
once more.

Jeff's eyes lit up. "Ooh!" He moved in closer, bent down to carefully
inspect Chase's groin. "Is that a CB-3000 or CB-6000?" He reached right out
and grabbed at Chase's cock cage. Chase, of course, drew back immediately
and covered his crotch with his hands. "Oh, sorry there, buddy. Didn't mean
to overstep my bounds! You just caught me off guard with the chastity
device. I just love seeing a boy locked up in one."

That's when I noticed the necklace around Jeff's neck: like mine, it held a
key. Though that could mean many things, Jeff's excitement over Chase's
caged cock suggested to me that I'd found a kindred spirit here.

"That's the 3000," I informed him. "It's smaller than the 6000, so it fits
Chase's little nub a lot better."

"Yeah, I could see he's pretty small," Jeff replied nonchalantly, not
realizing that this would be a huge blow to Chase's ego. So far, only I had
told Chase how pathetic his flaccid cock was. Maybe he could doubt one
person. But now a total stranger concurred without batting an eyelash. "Is
that why you ordered in the CB-6000S?"

"You got it."

"Yeah, it looks like his is still a bit loose. Half an inch less will make
a big difference."

Chase's eyes widened and he went as white as a ghost, realizing that I
intended to trap his cock in an even smaller cage.

"Anyway, I bet the smaller size will fit him like a glove," Jeff added.

"Speaking of fits, don't you want to model your new jock for me, Chase? I
know Jeff here is enjoying your total nudity, but you know how I don't like
seeing your so-called dick unless I need a laugh."

I know he didn't want to wear that jockstrap, but he definitely wanted
something to cover himself with. He stepped right into it and pulled it
right up over his locked-up cock.

It fit perfectly. I'd chosen just right.

The pouch on this hot pink jock was smaller and more transparent than the
red one's. The outline of his chastity cage was entirely clear through the
material.

The waistband was larger on this one. The dark black letters against stark
white background made the word impossible to miss: CHASTE.

"Come on, Chase. Show us the back."

Chase reluctantly turned around.

Yes, it really was the perfect fit.

Above his ass: "CHASE." His butt was framed just right. I didn't think it
was possible to improve on Chase's perky behind, but this jock gave it that
"bubble butt" look.

It made me want to reach out and touch it. So I did.

My lightheadedness having now passed, I stood up and moved right behind
Chase, giving him a firm slap on the ass.

He yelped and jumped at least a foot forward. Jeff and I had a good laugh
at this.

"You look great, Chase," I told him.

"I feel ridiculous," Chase muttered, hands gently rubbing his stinging
cheeks.

"Oh, I can tell why." I turned back to Jeff. "You see, Jeff, Chase here is
such a fussy boy. He picked out that red jock earlier to match the red
collar I put on him. And now the colours just don't work."

Chase shot me a dirty look, but said nothing. He was still holding himself
in check.

"Say, Chase. Wouldn't you like to pick out another collar while we're
here?" I shot him a wicked smile. "Jeff, maybe you can lead the way for
us."

"Sure, no problem." Jeff led and I followed. My earlier command still
worked on Chase and his legs immediately went into motion as I passed him
and grabbed his leash.

"Wow, look at all the choices!" I prodded at Chase. "I bet you just want to
take one of each home with us, huh?"

No response. Chase was stone-walling me again.

"Oh, I know why you aren't saying anything. You're just afraid to ask. But,
the answer is yes. You can have more than one." I started to pick a few off
their pegs.

Chase simply glared at me.

"How about you wear a hot pink one home? I'm sure that will satisfy your
fashion sense."

I unhooked his red collar and replaced it with a pink one.

"Now, I think we should get a few neutral colours too." I picked a few more
off their pegs. "Black goes with everything, right?"

Nothing.

I said it again with an added edge to my voice, now returning Chase's
glare: "Right, Chase?"

He gave in. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let's get some black ones."

Jeff jumped in. "You don't sound very happy, Chase. Aren't you grateful for
what your Master is doing for you? He's being very generous."

"He's not my —"

I cut in. "Oh, he is grateful. He just doesn't like me spoiling him like
this. You know what some of these sub boys can be like... Sometimes they
think they only deserve pain and punishment. It can take a while to teach
them they deserve so much more than just that." I winked at Chase.

"Yeah, I hear ya. I've had a couple boys like that," Jeff replied. "You
gotta balance the pain and pleasure, ya know?"

"Exactly," I said, nodding in agreement. I turned back to Chase, holding up
the collars again. "Nothing but the best for my boy, right?"

"Okay, yeah... Just get me whatever you think `I deserve'." There was an
edge to this comment and a subtext that Jeff likely missed. But the thing
was, even though Chase wasn't really a sub boy I was lovingly spoiling as
Jeff had assumed, he really did deserve to wear all these dog
collars. Albeit, for different reasons.

Finally, I pulled down a white leash and hooked that up to Chase's pink
collar.

"There. I think that matches well. Why don't you have a look for yourself?"

I led Chase toward a full-body mirror on the other side of the store and
Jeff excused himself to go help some other customers.

"Holy shit," Chase muttered in disbelief when he saw himself. "I look
fucking ridiculous."

"Perfect. That's exactly the look I was going for when I picked out your
outfit. If you thought what you wore in here was embarrassing, you're
really going to hate our trek home!"

Chase lowered his head and covered his face. I heard a small sob. "Why are
you doing this to me?" he croaked.

I leaned to his ear and whispered: "Because this is what you deserve."

He sobbed again, but sucked it up. He wasn't going to cry. He held it back,
composed himself, attempted to hold on to some shred of dignity and
masculinity. He wasn't going to lose it in front of all these people in the
store. He wasn't going to lose it in front of me... Yet.

I pulled Chase up to the checkout where Jeff had already brought out the
jockstraps. I laid out the collars we were buying and pulled out the price
tags for the collar and leash Chase had on.

As he finished ringing me through, Jeff looked up and smiled. "Like I said
this morning, I'm really glad you've found a new boy." He handed me my
bags. "You two make a really cute couple."

I smiled and thanked him for everything, pulling Chase back through the
store slowly, letting everyone get another good look at him.

Jeff's comments brought up mixed feelings in me again. Someone else was
happy for me. Maybe the whole "kink community" was going to be happy for
me. Jeff thought I was happy, that I'd found a new boy. But, truth be told,
I still pined for the one I'd lost.

I led Chase to the car slowly once more, but it was less fun this time. It
was growing dark and the parking lot wasn't well lit. I doubt anyone got a
look at him. I was disappointed.

The ride home was quiet. I was still deep in thought. Chase was likely
licking his wounds.

More disappointment back at my building. We didn't see anyone this time and
Chase didn't seem as mortified, despite being dressed in an even more
humiliating way. Perhaps he was finally starting to accept his fate?

When we got in, I took off his collar and held it up in front of his
face. "Whenever we go out, it's going to be just like that. You're never
going to wear any more than a jockstrap. And if you're stepping foot
outside our home, you will always be collared and I will always be holding
the leash. Got it?"

"Fine. Sure. Whatever..." Chase grumbled, still holding his head low.

"Good. Now, go make us dinner."

"I don't cook," responded Chase matter-of-factly.

"Remember all the hired help at the Warren estate? Not just the ones you
raped and whose lives you ruined, but all of them. I know you treated them
all like shit. You had them all waiting on you hand and foot. Well, now
it's your turn. Go make me dinner."

"Fuck... Fine. Fine. Whatever." He turned towards the kitchen, but didn't
move. "I, uh. Oh... I, uh, still have to follow you..." he sheepishly
reminded me.

I hoped I had the energy to remove that earlier command, or this was going
to be an interesting night. I focused hard until I finally felt like I was
in his mind.

Blood trickled down from my nose. I pushed Chase out of the way and ran to
the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

I hurried to wipe the blood away, tilted my head back to stop the
bleeding. This one was a doozy. I must have held my head back for 15
minutes before the blood finally stopped.

My head pounded. I dug through Chase's medicine cabinet and took the first
painkiller I found.

I splashed some cold water on my face and then met my own eyes in the
mirror, wondering what I might have gotten myself into. This was the first
time I consciously realized what a dangerous situation this could be.

As long as I could issue mental commands, I was safe. But that was a
limited ability and I was going to be living with Chase 24/7 from now on.

I envisioned myself as a matador and Chase as the bull. I was safe if I was
quick. I could taunt him all I wanted and get the audience to cheer at my
brave feats. But one wrong move and that bull would gore me to death.

If Chase realized my control over him was not unlimited, he might seriously
hurt me. He might really kill me. I knew that my long-term control over his
cock cage guaranteed me some security even if I couldn't issue new
commands, but I was really putting Chase through the ringer. I'd taken away
all his prized possessions and I'd humiliated him more in the last 24 hours
than he'd ever been humiliated in the last 24 collective years of his
life. He might not be thinking rationally. He might lash out, forgetting
that only I could give control of his cock back to him. He might rage at me
like a bull, consequences be damned.

But there hadn't yet been a knock at the door. I was safe for now. I hoped
that Chase hadn't seen the nosebleed or at very least did not know what it
meant.

I cautiously headed back out. I didn't spot Chase at first. Actually, the
last place I looked was right where I had in fact told him to go.

I stepped into the kitchen and caught the sight of him from behind. I took
in the sight of a young man's smooth skin, his rippling shoulder muscles,
his firm thighs, his perky buttocks. He was facing the oven, preparing some
food on the stovetop. My eyes rested briefly on the waistband: CHASE. Yes,
this is what I liked to think of when I thought of Chase: servitude, a fit
physique, and an inviting, naked ass.

He started dishing out the food, caught sight of me. My reverie was broken
as he turned to me and glared menacingly. Though his features were
undeniably handsome, they seemed always to be contorted into hateful
expressions when he laid eyes on me. I much preferred the look of him from
behind.

"There. I did what you said," he informed me in a resentful
tone. "Eggs. Scrambled eggs. I know how to make those."

No comment about the nosebleed. No questions about my dash the
bathroom. Perhaps he suspected nothing, after all.

"I'll have mine at the table. You eat in here."

He cocked his head. "What?! Why can't I eat at my own table?"

"It's my table, Chase. The help doesn't get to sit there. The help eats in
the kitchen." I pushed past him, picking up one of the plates. "You're
lucky I'm not making you eat it from a bowl on the floor like a dog."

That shut him up. I took my dinner to the table and looked out over the
city. This view was even nicer at night.

The eggs were vile. Maybe Chase had intentionally made them this bad to
spite me tonight. Otherwise, he was going to have to spend a lot more time
in the kitchen learning how to cook.

I ate most of the meal, but eventually gave up. It tasted awful.

I took my plate back out to the kitchen after looking out over the city for
a while longer. I'd have to explain to Chase soon that a good servant
collects the plates from the table. But I was willing to let it slide for
tonight.

"Wash this."

He eyed the plate disdainfully for a moment, but gave in to my request. He
turned to the sink and ran the water to wash up the dishes. I enjoyed this
view, too, resting my eyes on Chase's exposed bum once more.

"What was with the nosebleed?" He asked casually, not looking up from the
dishes.

My blood ran cold. Shit. He'd noticed.

I kept composure and replied nonchalantly: "It must be the altitude. I've
never lived so high up before."

"Oh, yeah. Huh." He scrubbed at the pan. "So, it doesn't have anything to
do with your powers?"

Chase was losing at this game if he thought he was being subtle. I replied
with a firm and decisive "No."

He didn't pry anymore. He knew something was up, but I still had the upper
hand since he didn't know just yet what the limits of my powers were. Plus,
I still "had him by the balls."

"All right. I'm done with the dishes." He turned back to me, adding a
sarcastic: "Anything else I can do for you, `your majesty'?"

I was feeling weak. Though it was still early in the evening, I could feel
my bed calling for me.

"Just one more thing today, Chase. Come on."

We headed back out to the main room. You could see out over the entire city
until I turned on all the lights. Then the entire city could see in.

I rummaged through one of the bags from The Market de Sade.

"Brace yourself against the window, Chase. Face out towards the city. Palms
up on the glass, legs apart."

"Are you serious?"

"No, Chase. I just thought it would be funny to give you a direct
instruction I didn't really mean." I continued rummaging through the
bag. "Of course I'm fucking serious. Why do you keep asking that? Go brace
yourself against the window before I make this worse for you."

It was a vague threat, but an effective one nevertheless. Chase did as he
was told. We both knew that, with the lights on like this, anyone looking
in from a neighbouring building or looking up from the street below would
be able to see him.

But they wouldn't just be seeing Chase's humiliating outfit this time. I
found what I needed and came up behind Chase.

"Chase, I want you to stay still until I'm done. Can you do that for me?"

"Uh... sure. Yeah. But, uh, what are you doing?"

I stepped in closer, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight. My
cock was straining hard against my pants as I rubbed it firmly against
Chase's bare ass. Only a thin layer of fabric separated my throbbing cock
from the hole it so desperately wanted to plunder.

"Be patient, my friend," I thought to myself. "You'll get in there soon
enough." I would violate Chase's virgin hole when the time was right. But I
had a longterm plan in mind here.

I suspected Chase was planning for the longterm, too. Why else would he
have let me do this to him? Maybe now he was just biding his time until he
figured out the limits of my powers and found a way to engineer his escape.

But his escape was not a foregone conclusion. I still believed I could
control Chase, even if my telepathy had its limitations.

I leaned in to nibble and lick at Chase's ear. I could see in the window's
reflection that he was vainly attempting to suppress a look of disgust. But
if I could see that, he could also see himself being treated like a
plaything by another man. I ran my hands over his fit, naked torso and
grinded harder against his bare ass.

"Chase..." I spoke softly into his ear. "You've learned a lot of the rules
for your new life today. You learned that you can never wear anything more
than the jock that keeps your silly little penis out of my sights. You
learned that any time you go out in public from now on, I'll be walking you
like a dog." I paused and tweaked his nipples. This elicited a strong
flinch, but not enough for him to get away from my grip. "And now I have
another rule to tell you."

I backed off and bent down so that my face was level with his ass. I parted
his cheeks and got a look at the virgin hole I'd been lusting after. I
couldn't resist going in for a taste.

"Wha— woah!" Chase violently squirmed away from me. "Dude, what fuck was
that?"

"Sorry, Chase. Couldn't resist tasting your tight little pussy. It just
looked so inviting. You know what that's like, right?" He sneered at
me. "Or, on second thought, maybe you don't. I can't imagine you ever went
down on the women you were with. You're lucky you're with a gentleman like
me now."

"Don't... Don't go down on my ass." He held back from full out
rage. Long-term planning.

"That wasn't my plan tonight, anyway. I was going to tell you another
rule." I picked up a small, black, rubber butt plug. "For the rest of your
life, you're going to sleep with something buried in your ass. Now, I'm
being nice to you tonight. You get to start off easy with this little
guy. But I hope that, when you're ready, you'll choose to sleep with my
cock buried between your ass cheeks instead."

Chase's face now displayed an open revulsion.

"It can be very nice, going to sleep that way, with me spooning you and
`forking' you at the same time," I laughed at my own joke.

"I'm not taking ANYTHING up my ass, you fucking faggot! I'm NOT a goddamn
queer!"

"You don't have a choice, Chase. It's a rule. I make the rules. You follow
the rules. That's how this works."

"There's no goddamn way I'm sleeping with that thing inside me."

"I don't particularly care if you sleep. But while I'm slumbering
peacefully tonight, your asshole has to be plugged. That's just the way
it's gotta be."

"Fuck this. I'm not taking any of your queer toys up my ass, all right?"
Chase turned away, headed towards the bedroom. "I don't care if you stay
here. Hell, seems like I really can't get rid of you. But this is MY home
and I'm going to sleep in MY bed!"

I risked it. It worked on the first try, too. It was a pleasant surprise,
my voice booming into Chase's mind: "COME. BACK. HERE. AND. TAKE. IT."

The look on his face was priceless. He was caught totally off-guard as his
legs turned him around and marched him right back over to me. His certainty
about escaping his fate was once again shaken. I surprised even myself with
the ability to issue that final command for the day.

To add insult to his injury, after he reached his destination, he watched
in horror as his body betrayed him. He bent over in front of me and spread
his cheeks.

"Hmm, I'd prefer it you were up against the window again."

His body went into action. He pressed right against the window, reaching
back to part his cheeks in front of my face again.

"Perfect. I don't think they'll be able to see from down on the street, but
I bet some of the people in the buildings over there will be able to make
out your expression as your hole gets stretched for the first time."

I grabbed a larger butt plug. "You should have taken the first one while
you could, Chase. As punishment, I'm starting you off with one you're
really going to feel."

I lubed up my fingers and pushed two at a time right into his virgin hole.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" He screamed out.

His body maintained the same position, despite his hooting and hollering.

"Oh, Chase. Damn. Your hole is so tight! Wow." I continued to finger him
roughly, adding in a third digit. "You're lucky I'm a gentleman, Chase. Any
lesser man would just shove his cock right up in here if felt how tight
your pussy was."

I slapped his ass cheeks with my free hand. "In fact, come to think of it,
isn't that exactly what you did with the tight pussies you felt?" I rammed
my three fingers in harder. "Isn't that what you did with Juanita?"

Of course, Chase didn't answer my questions. He was preoccupied with his
cries of pain and pleas for mercy. But I knew he heard me.

"Anyway, Chase. You're lucky I'm not the kind of man that you used to be."
I picked up the butt plug and started to slowly insert it. "At least this
way you'll be able to really enjoy getting fucked when I finally shove my
dick inside you." The butt plug was almost all the way in. "I'm doing you a
favour here. Prepping you for what's in store."

The butt plug went all the way in and I was surprised that Chase's yelps of
pain gave way to a contented sigh as it did. Not quite a moan, but
definitely more than I expected.

I felt lightheaded then. I'd done what I'd needed to do.

Chase had also done what he'd had to do. His body relaxed. His hands
reached down and felt at the flat end of the butt plug still sticking out
of his ass.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll leave it in." Another vague
threat, but I'd made my point tonight. That stopped him for the time being.

"This thing fucking hurts!"

"You'll get used to it."

The world was full-on spinning around me now. My head was throbbing. I got
up, a little shaky on my feet.

"Good night, Chase." I tried my best to act like nothing was wrong. I don't
know how well I accomplished this. I was singly focused on getting to the
bedroom and couldn't pay attention to each minor movement I made.

Upon reaching my bedroom, I still had enough wherewithal about me to lock
the door behind me. And then I crashed down into the bed, fully exhausted.

I looked forward to a night of peaceful slumber. Much more peaceful than
Chase's would be, I was sure of that. Although I'd pushed myself beyond my
limits, I still had Chase under my control. I did everything I set out to
do to him today. I put him in his place and I would continue to keep him
there.

I was still an agent of justice and I would not be stopped before justice
was done. And doing justice meant using Chase like my own personal fuck
toy.

I sighed contentedly at that and drifted off to sleep.

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Author's note: Thank you again to everyone who read the last two chapters
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don't know yet when I'll have time to write chapter 4, so please be
patient. Hopefully it will be written and posted before the end of the
month!