WARNING: THIS STORY IS REALLY KINKY. IT CONTAINS BDSM THEMES, CROSS-DRESSING, FORCE-FEEDING, AND OMORASHI. If you don't know what those are, I reccommend you look them up before you read this. Read at your own risk~
"On your knees."
Ian's voice was hard and commanding. Anthony obligingly dropped to his knees, not daring to look up. The tile floor of the kitchen felt hard against his shins, even through his sheer black stockings.
He'd woken up that morning to find Ian's side of the bed empty. Before he'd had time to wonder where he'd gone, the bedroom door burst open. Ian had walked in, smirking as he tossed a stack of folded clothes at Anthony.
"Put these on and meet me in the kitchen in thirty minutes. Don't be early and don't be late, or else I'll punish you." And with that he'd left the room, shutting the door behind him again.
Anthony's heart had pounded with excitement. It had been almost a month since their last BDSM session; he'd been starting to miss it.
As he unfolded the clothes, his jaw dropped. Ian had given him a black pleated miniskirt, a dark red corset covered in black lace, and red silk panties. Glancing across the room, he'd seen a pair of black stilettos and a small bag sitting near the door. He crossed the room and opened the bag curiously; inside was a garter belt and a pair of black stockings.
Now, wearing those clothes, he knelt in front of Ian in the kitchen, his eyes locked on the bulge in Ian's jeans.
"You like that, you little slut?" Ian murmured. Anthony nodded mutely.
Ian unbuttoned and unzipped his pants slowly, tugging them open. Anthony noticed that he wasn't wearing underwear. His breathing stuttered as Ian pulled out his hard cock.
"Suck me off," he said. "And make it quick. No teasing. I've got other plans for you."
Without a second thought, Anthony took Ian's dick into his mouth.
"Mmmm, yeah," Ian breathed, gripping Anthony's hair tightly. The hint of pain just turned Anthony on more; he took Ian deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and sucking sharply. However, that didn't seem to be enough for Ian. He roughly jerked Anthony's head forward, almost forcing his cock down Anthony's throat. Anthony struggled to get his gag reflex under control, relaxing his throat as best he could. Ian let out a soft gasp as Anthony swallowed around him.
"That's right, deepthroat me like a good little whore," Ian murmured. Anthony moaned at the words, and he heard Ian's breath hitch at the vibrations.
Ian was nearly silent when he came. The only signal he gave was his hand on the back of Anthony's head, holding him still so he couldn't pull away. Anthony closed his eyes as the hot, bitter come hit his tongue, making sure to swallow every last drop of it. Ian nodded approvingly, releasing Anthony's head. Anthony let Ian's softening dick slip from his mouth and licked his lips.
"Stand up," Ian ordered. Anthony scrambled to his feet, trying not to stumble in the unfamiliar shoes. Ian wordlessly grabbed two of the kitchen drawers and pulled them out of their slots in the counter, leaving two rectangular holes, separated by a wooden divider.
"Stand with your back against the counter. I'm going to cuff you."
Anthony obediently moved up against the counter, hands behind his back. Ian locked the cold metal around one wrist, then looped it around the wooden divider that usually separated the two missing kitchen drawers. He closed the other cuff around Anthony's other wrist. Anthony lowered his hands experimentally; there was thankfully enough slack to allow him to keep his arms relaxed behind his back.
"Perfect," Ian said, nodding in approval. "Now, you're going to stand there for two and a half hours, while I sit at the table in the dining room. If I catch you looking at the clock, I'll blindfold you. Keep your head down and stay quiet, unless I decide to come over and play with you. When the time's up, I'll uncuff you and you'll get your reward. Any questions?"
Anthony shook his head. "No, sir." His cock was already straining against his silk panties; he loved it when Ian ordered him around like this.
"Good." Ian gave the cuffs one final tug before going to sit at the dining room table. Anthony quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, not wanting to be blindfolded just yet. Two and a half hours of not being able to see was a frightening concept. So he settled back against the counter, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible for the next few hours. He tried to visualize his reward in his mind, and a soft smile spread across his face. This was going to be worth it.
Anthony wasn't sure how much time had passed before Ian approached him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice silky. Anthony knew better than to respond.
"Are you hungry?" Ian murmured. The tone of his voice suggested that he was looking for an answer this time, but Anthony had no idea which answer was correct.
"Yes, sir," he ventured. A smirk spread across Ian's face, and Anthony sighed in relief.
"I was hoping you would say that," Ian said. "How would you like some cupcakes?"
The words caught Anthony so off-guard that he uttered out a confused "what?"
Without warning, Ian's hand made contact with Anthony's face, hard enough to make him gasp from the sting of it.
"Don't talk," Ian said calmly. "You don't get a choice." He pulled open the refrigerator and removed an enormous box. It was black, with some bakery logo scrawled across it in red. Anthony wondered if Ian had consciously coordinated it with the colors of the outfit he'd given him.
His suspicions were confirmed when Ian opened the box. It was filled with what seemed like dozens of cupcakes, all dark chocolate with blood-red icing. Despite the strange color, they looked delicious, and Anthony's stomach growled at the sight of them. He hadn't eaten anything yet today, and the delicious chocolate aroma was making his mouth water.
Ian peeled the wrapper off the first cupcake.
"Open up," he cooed, smiling sweetly. Anthony had no idea where this was going, but he obediently opened his mouth. Ian gave him a smirk before shoving the entire cupcake into Anthony's mouth.
They weren't enormous cupcakes, and Anthony was easily able to chew and swallow it. It tasted amazing; the thick, moist chocolate flavor felt like heaven against Anthony's tongue.
"I bet you like that," Ian murmured, a smirk spreading across his face. "I bet you want more, you greedy little bitch."
Anthony nodded wordlessly. Ian grabbed another cupcake from the box, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into Anthony's mouth. Before Anthony even finished chewing, Ian fed him another one, filling his mouth to its limit with the delicious cake. Anthony let out a soft moan, muffled by his mouthful of food, and Ian silenced him with another cupcake. Anthony could hardly breathe; it was a struggle not to choke. Ian must have noticed his distress, because he pulled a mostly-full carton of milk from the refrigerator and tipped it up to Anthony's mouth. Anthony gratefully swallowed the liquid, feeling the cupcakes slide down his throat.
"Ready for more?" Ian asked. "Actually, I don't care. Here." He stuffed two more cupcakes into Anthony's waiting mouth. Anthony wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but this was the most pleasant thing Ian had ever done to him during any of their sessions. He happily swallowed the cupcakes along with more milk, loving the delicious taste.
It continued like that for quite a while, with Ian first stuffing Anthony's face full of cupcakes and then pouring milk down his throat to help him swallow. By the time the cupcake box was almost empty, Anthony's stomach felt tight and stretched. It hurt (quite a bit, if he was honest), but at the same time the pressure of the unexpected fullness felt kind of nice.
"I bet you're not hungry anymore, are you?" Ian murmured. Anthony's churning stomach forced him to shake his head. Ian just smirked.
"Too bad." He stuffed yet another cupcake into Anthony's mouth. Anthony closed his eyes as he chewed, not wanting to swallow the sickly-sweet food; however, Ian shoved the spout of the milk carton between his lips again, washing the cake down his throat.
"You're going to finish all of these cupcakes," Ian whispered. Anthony snuck a glance at the box, mentally sighing with relief when he saw that there were only three left. He opened his mouth again, and Ian shoved all three of the cupcakes inside. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed, gratefully drinking the last of the milk along with it. Ian stepped back, satisfied.
"I'm going to leave you alone again for a while. And don't you dare throw those cupcakes back up, or you won't get your reward."
Anthony nodded, dropping his eyes back down to the floor, and he heard Ian's footsteps move back to the dining room. He could sense that Ian was still watching him, though. He leaned back against the counter as best as he could, fighting to keep down the enormous amount of food he'd just consumed. Ian had been kind enough to untie the laces on the lower half of Anthony's corset sometime during the feeding, and his stomach bulged out between the panels of fabric, larger and rounder than he'd ever thought possible. It was strangely appealing to look at, Anthony decided. He wished that his hands were free so that he could run his fingers over the stretched, bulging skin; however, he'd managed to get a glimpse of the clock while Ian was feeding him, and it was much too early for that. He'd only been cuffed for an hour and a half; there was still a whole hour left to go.
His stomach wasn't the only part of his body that was full, he noticed with a vague feeling of distress. All the milk Ian had forced down his throat during the feeding session was collecting in his bladder, making him squirm uncomfortably. He prayed that he'd be able to hold on until Ian released him.
But by the time twenty more minutes had passed, he was no longer sure that he could make it through the remaining time. Maybe Ian would let him use the bathroom quickly.
"Sir?" he ventured. Ian looked up at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. He made his way into the kitchen and stood directly in front of Anthony.
"Did I tell you to speak?" he asked softly.
"No, sir, but I "
Anthony's words were cut off as Ian clamped his hand down hard over Anthony's mouth.
"Don't make me gag you," he whispered. Despite Anthony's desperate situation, the words sent shivers of arousal through his body.
Ian reached into the cupboard and pulled out a ball gag, no doubt placed there earlier than morning while Anthony was getting changed.
"Do you want me to use this?" he asked, his voice soft and gravelly with just a hint of a threat.
Anthony knew how this worked. He could stay silent and Ian would walk away, leaving him cuffed there. If he made a sound, Ian would gag him. His cock jumped excitedly at the thought; he loved it when Ian had such complete control over him.
Or he could use his safe word. That would end the session, and Ian would uncuff him so he could go to the bathroom. Ian might even still have sex with him, if he asked.
But his arousal overshadowed the pressing need in his bladder.
"Please," he whispered. "Please don't gag me, sir."
Within half a second Ian's hand was around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to make Anthony gasp for breath.
"Open your mouth," Ian ordered. Anthony obliged, letting his jaw drop open. Ian roughly shoved the ball of the gag into Anthony's mouth, fastening the straps behind his head.
"That should keep you quiet," Ian murmured, smirking. Without another word, he returned to the dining room table, leaving Anthony gagged, cuffed, and incredibly turned on.
However, as several more minutes passed, his arousal began to fade as his need to urinate became more and more painful. There was still over twenty-five minutes left, and Anthony was starting to feel like he could lose it at any moment.
Despite the gag stopping him from using his safe word, there was still an emergency signal he could use, a special rhythm that he could tap out with his foot to get Ian to release him. But he hated the idea of ending the session when he was so close to being finished. He imagined the look of pride and approval on Ian's face if he completed the session; God, he wanted to see that so badly.
Suddenly, he remembered the conversation he'd had with Ian nearly a year ago, before their very first BDSM session.
"Anthony," Ian had said softly. "I want you to know something before we begin."
Anthony had swallowed nervously and nodded. "Sure, what?"
Ian had taken both of Anthony's hands, looking him directly in the eyes.
"I just want to tell you that you never have to be embarrassed about anything that happens during our sessions. BDSM can be tricky, and sometimes unexpected things happen. But you never need to feel ashamed of anything." His voice was tender as he smiled at Anthony. "You're my boyfriend, and I love you more than anything. No matter what happens during this session, or the next one, or any of our sessions in the future, I'll always be completely attracted to every part of you. Nothing can change that. Do you understand?"
Anthony had smiled back. "I understand."
"Oh, and one more thing." Ian had grinned. "If there's ever anything you want to try in-character during a session, even just a little bit, don't bother asking me. Just do it. Whatever it is, I'll go with it. That's what makes it fun."
That memory was all Anthony needed to convince himself. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and released his bladder.
At first he felt nothing but a pleasant warmth in the crotch of his panties. Then came the flow of hot liquid, pouring down the insides of his thighs, soaking into his stockings and cascading over his shoes. He could feel the front of his skirt clinging wetly to his legs, could hear the urine splashing and pooling on the floor beneath him. He knew that if he opened his eyes he would see Ian staring at him, and he should have felt humiliated by it; but the blissful feeling of relief overpowered his senses, making him moan out loud, only slightly muffled by the gag in his mouth. He tipped his head back, enjoying the feeling as the last small streams of urine faded away to nothing.
When he finally opened his eyes again, Ian was standing in front of him. His mouth was open slightly, his eyes unfocused, and Anthony could clearly see the enormous bulge in his jeans.
"I think you've been cuffed long enough," he murmured. His hand slid underneath Anthony's skirt, to the front of his soaked panties. He gasped as Ian's palm rubbed against his cock through the wet fabric; somehow he'd gotten half-hard without even noticing it.
Ian reached around Anthony's back to unlock the cuffs. Anthony could feel Ian's erection against his thigh, and his own cock jumped again. Soon, he thought. Soon he would get his reward; Ian's cock inside him, Ian's hand on his dick. The thought made him dizzy with pleasure.
As soon as the cuffs were off, Anthony's legs gave out. He fell to his knees, and he was dimly aware that he'd landed in a puddle of his own bodily fluids.
Ian's face was impassive. "Get up, slut. I'm not done with you yet." He tugged Anthony roughly to his feet. Anthony realized without any real surprise that he was shaking all over. Almost time, he reminded himself. Almost time for my reward.
And Ian smirked. "Go to the bedroom and get undressed. Wait for me on your hands and knees. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Anthony stumbled from the kitchen and down the hallway. Only when he was out of Ian's sight did he let a smile spread across his face.
It was time.
Anthony woke up around six o'clock that evening. As he blinked sleepily at the clock, he realized that he'd been asleep for almost three hours. Memories of his reward flooded his mind the licking, the touching, and finally the wonderful sex and he smiled happily.
Ian's side of the bed was empty again, he noticed, but he wasn't worried. He snuggled back down under the covers.
He was just about to drift off to sleep again when Ian appeared in the doorway. He was fully clothed. When he saw Anthony's eyes open, he smiled warmly.
"Hey baby," he said softly, sitting down on the bed beside him. "I was just coming to check on you. How are you feeling?"
Anthony paused to think about it. His stomach felt almost back to normal, and the pain from being fucked was minimal. Overall, he felt pretty good. The only thing that was really bothering him was the aching in his feet from the two and a half hours he'd been wearing the stilettos.
"I'm good," he replied, scooting closer so Ian could stroke his hair. Ian smiled.
"You did so well today, baby," he murmured. "I'm so proud of you."
Anthony hummed contentedly at the praise. "Thanks," he murmured.
Ian stood up and pulled off his jeans and his socks, sliding into the bed next to Anthony.
"How about we cuddle for a while, and then we can take a shower and watch a movie or something?" Ian suggested, pulling Anthony close.
"That sounds good," Anthony mumbled, stifling a yawn as best he could. He nuzzled his cheek happily against Ian's shoulder, and he heard Ian laugh softly.
"I love you, Ant," he whispered.
"Love you too," Anthony replied. He snuggled deeper into Ian's arms, feeling warm and safe and protected, and soon he was fast asleep.