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Never in his life did Jon consider himself a Southerner. His brand as a bastard of Winterfell, his father is the warden of the North, he lives and breathes the cold. Yet it is here, far beyond the wall at the center of a Wildling camp that Jon can experience true cold. If Castle Black made him forget what warmth felt like, it was here that Jon questioned if it ever existed. Surrounded by former enemies, he is a crow no longer. The only warmth he feels now is the touch of his unexpected Windling love, Ygritte.
But even the warmth of a Wildling comes with a chill.
Ygritte was a breath of life never awarded to the bastard of a lord. Jon was always destined for disappointment, his blood tainted as a ‘Snow’ and not a true ‘Stark’. No matter how rigid his schedule, how hard he trained, how many times his tears kept him company on cold nights at Castle Black Jon was never given a chance to live. No rest, no reward.
But when that Wildling girl lured him into the hot spring that fateful day, everything changed.
“Did you pull a knife on me in the night?” She was sly.
“Don’t ever betray me.” Demanding.
“You know nothing Jon Snow.” And, at times, playfully degrading.
Jon has never enjoyed being spoken to as lesser, but when Ygritte spat out an insult, or shot him a dirty stare, it wasn't a shame that filled the young wolf. It was passion. A desperate need to prove himself to the only person that showed him he mattered.
And on one fateful night, just a few weeks after he joined the Wildling army, Jon Snow devoted himself to his love completely.
Within the confines of their shared hut, Ygritte fiddled with something metal atop their bedding. Jon watched her as he entered, but unable to see what she held in her hands.
“Ygritte?” Jon called to her, closing the hut behind him.
“Clothes, take them off.” Ygritte was far more direct this time around. They’d been together for some time, but she knew just how much he loved to be teased. Jon found it odd she asked so directly. But he wasn’t one to disobey.
“Alright, my love,” He stripped his thick overcoats, “if you insist. Is everything all right?” John made his way down his body, each fur coat, shirt and pants diligently removed as he made his way closer to the Wildling girl. It took Ygritte enormous willpower not to pounce atop him there and then, instead remaining on the bed facing the wall. By now his top was free from his thick cloths. His strong chest supported arms that could cut a man in half, with hair trailing from his stomach down to his crotch. His pants followed, revealing a growing bulge his underwear could scarcely contain thought thin fabric.
“You crows take orders so easily. A single command and your pants are off. Do you have no shame?” Ygritte’s mischievous grin reveals itself as she swings around, facing Jon as he joins her on the bedding. “You took direction quite nicely when we sat in that cave, and behind the trees, and by the fire-“
“Yes, Ygritte. I happen to enjoy spending my time with you.”
“You enjoy softening your stones with me, you mean.” Her response is shocking, to say the least. “Yer a cute little crow, but you’re a pent up warrior. You’re a boy, playing a lover, Jon Snow.”
She stands, a crude gown covering her body. It’s thin material fails as cracks of sunlight shine through it, revealing Jon’s love to him as she steps forward. Ygritte looks him up and down, before smiling once more.
“I fell for a southern soldier.”
“You did. And I fell for a loud mouthed Northerner.” Jon leans in to kiss her, but a finger hits his lips instead.
“You left a fancy castle, with fancy clothing and women at yer feet. Then the nights watch, and all your crow brothers.” Her hand darts behind his head, clutching a tuft of thick black hair. As she pulls, the surprise of the attack buckles Jon’s legs and he falls to his knees before her. “Close your eyes Jon Snow. I’ll make certain you don’t go leavin me next.”
He could feel her tie the fabric around his head, covering his eyes to whatever misdeeds she would commit next. He wouldn’t have to wait long to figure out her plan as she yanked his arms behind his back. Soon rope began to scratch at his wrists.
“I don’t know what it is you’re doing Ygritte, but I promise you it isn’t necessary.” Jon reassured her.
“Oh, I’m Jon Snow, I know what’s best don’t I?” Ygritte replied.
“I do not sound like that.”
“I don’t much sound like that woman! Silence!” She copied him once again, laughing as she worked. The rope grew tighter as she spoke to him, each word adding to the bite on his arms.
“My little lord has gotten away with far too much. I knew I had to teach you sooner than later.” Still blindfolded, Jon felt her face press against his as she squatted beside him. “But you like it when I teach you, isn’t that right wolf pup?”
“You quite like the work I put in, if I remember correctly.”
“I did, for a time. When you use that pretty little tongue of yours my body feels all warm… and wet.” She whispers that last word, a hand tracing his bare chest lower and lower across toned abs. “But after a time, when I’ve had some fun, it always leads back to those stones of yours. And that poor little cock that throbs as you beg for me.”
Jon could feel the blood rushing as she spoke. The blindfold allowed him to picture each and every encounter clearly as the day they took place. Holding her legs as he thrust deep inside her, lapping her arousal by the waters in that cave, having her wrap her lips around him. He didn’t know what was coming, but he was excited to feel her around him once again.
SPLASH
“GODS! What’s happen- Mmnfh~” The bastard of Winterfell was swiftly silenced, his own garments stuffed into his rambling mouth.
“I don’t think yer as loyal to your woman as you ought to be, Jon Snow. I’da thought a lord like yerself would be less selfish with me.”
SPLASH
Ygritte poured a second cup of frigid water into the lap of her lover, quelling the aching member in between his legs.
“Hhrgh!”
“Yer gonna behave for me, Jon Snow. And only once I’ve trained ya will I give my wild little pup his treat.”
Jon’s breath was short and fast, mind racing as it catches up with his rapidly altering senses. The freezing sting of the water softens him before long, leaving his dick vulnerable to his lover’s control. Jon can only whine muffled protests as he feels metal fastened around his balls. Without his vision he doesn’t know what to make of the feeling, but when he notices the iron around his shaft as well, the panic sets in.
“Mmrgfgh! Mmuullf!” Jon sputters out pleas for the Wildling to stop, to explain, to do anything but continue. But the requests fall on deaf ears as Ygritte fastens the final piece to her contraption.
*CLICK!*
Jon has long since realized what she’s done to him by the time her makeshift blindfold is lifted off his eyes. Between a pair of strong legs rests a sturdy metal cage, fastened in the shape of a flaccid penis and secured around his limp little cock. The ring holding it hugs him tightly, held together by a lock.
Even the sight of his predicament is enough to flush Jon with arousal, the knowledge of his imminent desperation at the hands of his love makes his cock throb uselessly within its new confines.
“When we first met it was you that had me all wrapped ‘round yer finger. Now look at my little pup. Soon I’ll have you beggin like a good dog.” Ygritte’s hands caress the former crow’s face before finally removing her makeshift gag. The string of saliva that is pulled from his mouth snaps as the boy huffs and puffs with overwhelming frustration.
“I… am not going to beg for you. Have I not already proven-“
“You have, Jon Snow. You’ve proven yer brave, beautiful, an dumb. But I’don think I’ve been shown just how much you can love.”
Ygritte’s foot lifts from the heel, before gently lowering onto the metal wrapped around the bastard wolf’s cock. It’s as if she’s pushing Jon resistant right out of him as his arousal swells, with nowhere to release.
“So tell me, little pup.” Ygritte punches out that last word, pup. It’s an insult, something to be ashamed of. Jon’s face is flush with red.
“I’m sorry. I love you desperately. Feverishly. Horribly.”
“Then it’s a good thing I locked ya before things got dangerous. I ‘eard little wolves like yerself are ravenous.”
Ygritte giggles to herself, releasing the pressure from Jon’s cock as she steps behind him. He takes a deep sign of relief, but it’s short lived as he sees the bead of cum trickling down the cold metal cage. If only he could touch himself, perhaps his mind would be less distracted. Less seasonable to her corrosion, her perverted taming of him. But even if his arms weren’t still bound, that cage won’t be moving anytime soon. The thought of denial makes him whine as his cock presses against the cage, begging to be released.
“Ay, we’re ravenous. ‘Course you can’t very well experience it with this on me. So why don’t we take it off?” Jon flirts with his loving captor, hoping for an inch of respite.
“Not quite Jon Snow. That pretty little tongue of yours needs to be used fer somethin other than whinin on about yer poor little cock in that tight little cage.” Her gown resting on the floor, Ygritte rests herself onto their bed, the soft furs plush bedding hugging her as she sat. Bright red hair flourished against her soft skin, freckles dancing along the curves of her hips and face. Strong legs parted to reveal herself to the desperate boy before her. “I want you to make my wet cunt feel as good as it did the first time.”
Her face remained still, far less playful than she often was with her southern boy. Jon began to feel far closer to the hounds they trained outside than a man fucking his woman. His knees shuffled forward, carful to balance himself as his arms remained locked behind his back. He stumbles a few times as he moves closer, and closer. His face is practically between her when he hears the snickering.
“C’mon ya pup! Move those little paws!” Ygritte teases, “I imagine you’ll be beggin’ fer the treat I ‘ave in store.” From behind her she lifts a silver key, shining in a ray of sun. Jon looked up at it like a drop of water on a Dornish sandstorm, as something he desperately needed.
“Ygritte, this is all well and good. But-“
“Quiet, dog!” Ygritte shushed the helpless dog, clutching the key in her fist. Her hand clenched tighter around it, Jon seeing her muscles strengthen as she squeezed around the thin tool. “Quiet… or I snap this here an’ now.”
“What on Earth are you-“ But Jon was silenced as he heard the metal flex in her grasp. Even a flimsy key would be difficult to break so quickly, rationally Jon knew it was unlikely.
But in her hand this Wildling held the key to his pleasure. Even as she tightened it Jon felt himself lose more and more control as the blood flushed to his cock, still bound inside its cage. The idea of permanent chastity at the hands of a cruel dog trainer frightened the boy, but not nearly as much as it made his face burn with want.
“I’m sorry!” Jon cried. “I’m sorry, my love.”
The smile Ygritte wore now was not a cheeky grin or a mischievous snicker. It was that of a conquered, a warrior claiming a prize well won. With her free hand the Wildling grasped a tuft of the bastards black curls and yanked his face in front of her crutch.
From here Jon was reacquainted with the beauty of womanhood. The smell of her arousal filled his mind, clouding judgement of any kind and replacing it with desire. Already he could see her wetness trickling onto the bed as she waited for him to prove himself useful. Red curls surround her cunt, as if guiding Jon towards his ultimate goal.
At last he closed his eyes and plunged himself in between her legs. Ygritte let out a sigh, deeply breathing as she remained clinging to his hair.
“I forgive you, Jon Snow.”
Jon got to work pleasuring his new owner, his own arousal no longer on his mind. Each aching throb his cock forced out was met with swift resistance from his cage. Instead his urges were channeled into desperate plunges into her pussy with his tongue, lapping up her arousal as she guided him with her hand.
Ygritte bucked into his face, using his mouth like a toy as she rode through her pleasure. Satisfied breaths fell from her mouth as the Wildling pressed her new dog’s face deeper between her legs. By now Jon was coated in her release, senses overwhelmed by her scent and taste. Jon felt his eyes rolling back as he allowed himself to revel in his duty. He’s always been dutiful, always willing to be the best son or soldier he could be. He built up pressure within himself nobody could vindicate. But with Ygritte, all he needed to be was a good dog. All he needed to do was make her feel good as she pulled his head up and down along her slick pussy.
“Gods, Jon. You make my pussy sing with that tongue of yours. Gettin a bit needy? I see that poor prick of yours, stones turning blue.” Ygritte jingles the key in her hand, the sound of metal ringing against the walls of the hut filled Jon’s ears as much as her release now filled his throat. “My pleasure first, pup. Always.”
That last sentiment stayed with Jon as he latched his mouth around her clit. He sucked and tongued and lapped her up vigorously, her grip on him tightening as pulses of pleasure strengthened within her. Soon it became her arousal he focused on exclusively. Even as his cock shook in its cage, a steady stream of precum trickling from the tiny slit at its head, Jon kept all his attention on his lover.
“Some men are better off in cages, just can’t handle being Free Folk. A bitch like you Jon Snow is better off in a cage.” He whines into her crotch as she shames him, the metal latched firmly around his manhood felt tighter by the second as his cock tried to grow its erection. “You whining about that cock of yers? Hah~ With a mouth like this I won’t be needing to unlock it anytime soon. Yer practically cumming anyways, with how much you’ve spilled already.”
His face burned with shame, with humiliation and defeat. The small pool of precum forming beneath him is proof enough he enjoys his treatment. The idea that a woman of the Free Folk had claimed his manhood for herself went against everything he had been taught. But the more his useless cock throbbed, the less it mattered. The closer he brought her to orgasm the less being a crow meant anything at all to the bound bitch.
“I bet you liked it when I had those pretty ropes wrapped ‘round me. Hah~ Snugglin again’t ‘yer bone that night told me as much I suppose. Fuck~” Her breath quickened yet again, chest heaving in anticipation. “But lookin at you now Jon Snow, I know it was you that was destined to be caged. That lovely little cock of yours is much cuter like that. Small, Hah~, and mine!” Both of her hands landed on Jon's skull as she forced his mouth as hard as she could onto her clit. “GODS!”
Her release sprayed in his mouth, the delicious fluid coating him as his nose desperately sucked in air. His arms struggled on instinct to help free him from her hold, but she did not let up until her powerful orgasm had finally subsided. Ygritte’s eyes wandered down to the boy kneeling before her, arms still stuck behind his back and cock twitching uselessly in its cage.
“Pup. Look at me.” She demanded, finally releasing him from her iron grip. The dazed look on his face as he pulled his head up nearly sent her spiraling yet again. Fucked out, coated in her release and smiling like a fool.
“Thank you, my love.” Jon finally whimpered.
“A single taste of me and yer already submittin’? Broke easier than I thought a lord would.” Ygritte joked.
“I’m no Lord, I’m a bastard.”
“And soon, you’ll be my dog forever.” Ygritte rose from her place on the bed, walking behind Jon as he frantically turned on his knees. “I’ve got one last thing to train you with, pup.” Rummaging in a box at the corner of the hut Jon could do nothing but watch on as Ygritte gleefully wrapped leather straps around her waist. “I doubt you crows have seen this. Our craftsmen are far more creative than yours, far more needy. While you and your brave brothers freeze your stones off alone, us Wildlings have been experimenting.” When Ygritte turns to face Jon once more, her once naked form is clothed only at the pelvis. “I think you’ll like this toy very much, Jon Snow.”
A thick, phallic member was protruding from where her cock would be had she possessed one. The dick-shaped toy was secured to her wait but a set of straps wrapping around her hips before securing snugly around her ass. The pillowy cheeks providing ample room for the leather to latch onto her, keeping the member erect and positioned straight ahead.
“You- You’ve got a fake cock on? How on Earth did you lot achieve such a thing?” Jon was speechless at the sight of Ygritte’s toy, its sheer size compared to his left him shameful as his legs squeezed together. His cock throbbed furiously behind its cage as he imagine what she might be planning.
“Of course you Southerners don’t know what a strap is. What, never seen a pair of girls go at it?” Ygritte spoke to him like he was the dumbest thing in the room, as if seeing women fuck was a common occurrence for the bastard of Winterfell.
“Can’t see that I have. What even is it?”
“Sap from a certain tree can mix well into any shape, then it hardens becomes this… well it’s a bit complicated, but you get the idea. This one’s molded after another ginger here, y’know.” Ygritte stood in front of Jon now, the toy pressing gently against his lips as she inched herself closer. “You can thank Giantsbane for the design after I ram it in.”
In an instant her hand was clasping his hair, rocketing his face into the toy. With no other options Jon’s lips parted, making way for the massive cock wielded by Ygritte.
As a boy Jon heard stories from knights or Theon back home, about the pleasures a woman can bring when she sucks on your cock. Jon found the idea flattering, if a bit dirty. It never seemed a noble way to have sex, not something he’d imagine Lords and Ladies enjoying.
But here he was, being throat fucked by the 8 inch cock of a Wildling he had captured not long ago.
Here, he was just a bitch to be used.
“Gghluck” Jon could hardly speak as saliva sloshed in his mouth. “Plughck” He sputtered our pleas and begs for rest, for relief of any kind. He could hardly breath if even half the device was shoved in his mouth, and Ygritte was stretching his throat in seconds. With each thrust of her hips she sent powerful waves of pleasure through him. Being used by another, fulfilling his duty as her dog, lit a feeling within Jon he thought would never be met. Even if his useless cock never got so much as a gentle graze he was happy to be used by her. Instinctively he craved release, freedom, a respit from the onslaught. But with each thrust shame he felt fizzled into pleasure as his cock leaked cum onto the floor.
“Nice and wet, Jon Snow. Get my pretty cock nice and wet. You’ll be happy you did in a moment.” Ygritte let go of him, providing Jon with the agency to suck her cock all on his own. His head bobbed up and down along the length, coating it as best he could. He slobbered like a dog over her bone, tasting her treat with each inch deeper he went. He practically came as his lips reached the base of the toy, its thick shaft stretching his throat as globs of slit poured from the side of his mouth.
At last Ygritte pulled him off, tears already falling from his eyes as he took in as much air as he could.
“You know what I’m gonna do to my pup now?” Ygritte asked him.
“Aye, I do.” Jon bowed his head.
Ygritte helped him to his feet, his first time standing since they had begun. His legs felt like he’d been stabbed a thousand times, prickling as he moved. But the pain was nothing to the denial. He felt strings of cum drop from his cage as he walked, his stones tightly clenched with anticipation that will never be rewarded.
“Down.” She commanded, pointing a finger at the head of their shared bed. The order sent a bolt of pleasure to his dick, throbbing tirelessly once more.
Jon, his arms still dutifully bound behind his back, rested his head face down onto a pillow as he arched his back like a bitch accepting a dog. She was going to break him, he thought. He knows some men make love this way, knows it’s possible. But he cannot imagine it feels good.
It must be painful, it must be humiliating. To submit like a bitch, like a whore, like you belong to someone else. Jon couldn’t stop his racing thoughts as Ygritte took her place behind him. She slapped his ass, a yelp leaving his mouth as a bead of cum built at the tip of his cock. Another slap, and the helpless Jon once again felt the unstoppable pleasure pool at his locked manhood. Soon she was on her knees, clutching his waist as her cock aligned with his virgin hole.
“Yer tremblin’ pup, are you scared?” Ygritte kisses the tip of her strap to her whore’s tight entrance, his saliva coating his ass. “Bit big fer a Southerner. Here, I’ll be nice.” Jon’s eyes were tightly closed, bracing for her. Instead, he felt her rise from the bed and fetch one last item from across the room. He heard her giggle before-
“Ygritte!” Jon yelled. “Cold!”
“It’s oil, pup. You’ll thank me when yer ass is slick enough to take me.” Her fingers gently coated the ring of muscle, prodding it as her pup began to relax. The lubrication poured from his hole down past his balls, trickling around his cage as his cock throbbed with want. “I’ve been told that boys like this, that they’ve got a special spot built just for ‘em to feel good.” The Wildling girl stroked the length of her toy with the oil, taunting Jon more as hear the wet pumping of her hand. “I can’t wait to make my bitch whine for my cock.”
Jon felt the toy press against his virgin hole, its girth evident immediately as his lover pushed forward. He winced as he was stretched for the first time, his ass burning as Ygritte’s strep pressed forward. His cock dribbled thin streaks of cum as she continued, the stimulation overflowing despite remaining limp in its prison.
“That’s 2 inches. Is my little-“
“2?!” Jon’s eyes practically bulged out of his head. His arms flailed behind his back as the realization flooded his head. “Gods, Ygritte, it's too much!”
“Not for a bitch like you, Jon Snow.” She pressed forward another inch, faster than she had before.
“GGAH!”
“You take my cock so well Jon Snow. Like my good little bitch.” Another inch pressed deeper into him, his tight hole finally relaxing as he grew accustomed to its stretch. Jon felt a sensation build inside him, as if the toy was pressing pleasure out of him.
“Hhnghk… it’s~” Jon’s hands clenched into fists behind his back, the rope biting as he struggled against the intrusion. “Fuck!”
Ygritte pulled herself out of the bastard's ass slowly, revealing in the stutters and whines of her bitch. She smiled as she watched his ass tremble, not used to the sheer size of her toy. She remembered when he used his prick to pleasure her, a fun time for sure but nothing compared to this. True pleasure only came from taking what was rightfully hers.
And nothing had ever brought her more pleasure than seeing Jon’s caged cock throb as she slammed herself back into his tight little hole.
Jon bit into the furs below him, his stomach filled with the length of Ygritte’s strap. Each time she pulled away from him, he felt empty. Missing something he was beginning to crave.
SLAM
Her toy came crashing down inside him, punching into him with prediction and passion. He could feel every inch of the toy breaching his ass, feel as it reshaped his body to better fit being fucked. His own cock, smaller than the toy even while hard, worthlessly pumped dribbles of cum out of its cage. It pushed against its confines harder than ever before, the waves of unstoppable pleasure rocking Jon to his core as Ygritte pulled in and out of him diligently.
Her hands ravaged his body, clutching him to anchor herself. One hand clutched his arms, bound behind him, and pulled to pump deeper inside him. Another hand held his hip, holding the shaky bitch as she used him for her own pleasure. With each thrust Jon lost a part of himself to her, submitting to her becoming the only thing he could think of as the 8 inches of her toy pulled away from him once again… before SLAMMING back inside of him once more.
“Please~” Jon begged, saliva pooling from his mouth as he losses the sense to swallow.
“What’s that dog, want me to take it easier?”
“Faster.” Jon whispered. Ygritte’s eyes light up with pride as she leans her body over the hunched over boy under her.
“What’s that?” She joked. “I don’t think I ‘eard you over the sound of me fuckin ya. Tight thing back ‘ere grips my strap real nice. Say it again.”
“Can you please go faster? It… it feels good.”
“You think a bottom bitch like yerself deserves to feel good?” Ygritte slapped his ass, hard. The sting brought another wave of pleasure, coupled with the strap buried at the hilt inside him. “It’s a good think my pup has been such a good boy.”
Ygritte took hold of his hips as she pumped her cock in and out of him, picking up the pace with each thrust. Heavy breaths fell from Jon’s lips as her toy slammed into his prostate over and over. He could feel an orgasm building, one so unlike any he’s felt before. As if it was being forcefully pulled from deep within in.
Painful, but so full of true pleasure.
Ygritte was fucking him relentlessly now, giddy as she painted his ass red with the slam of her waist. The bedding was damp now, coated with sweat and release. The cold steel of the cage held Jon’s needy cock as it throbbed after each thrust, release so close.
And yet… it would not arrive.
No matter how hard Ygritte pumped the toy inside him Jon never finished. The build of pleasure never stopped as she pounded his little bitch button to a pulp, the sensation to new and foreign. Little by little Jon felt the overstimulating pleasure take over as she rammed into him. She clutched his hair, slapped his ass, bullied his hole, all of it in service of her own pleasure.
She fucked him like a man fucked his bride of their wedding night.
Jon imagined she fucked him far better than any man had fucked a woman.
It felt like hours passed in minutes as Ygritte used her bitch, ravaging him as he never could to her. Through clenched teeth Jon took each thrust as best he could, his hole thoroughly accustomed to the sheer size of the toy. His caged manhood could no longer hold back the endless pleasure forced against him as she pistoned into that sweet spot deep within him. He didn’t need his cock free to feel this good, he didn’t need his cock at all anymore. So long as Ygritte made him feel this good, he would be happily hers for as long as she’d keep him. He felt sharp fingers grip into the soft flesh on his hips, her pace quickening as he mouth hung open.
“Gods I feel like I’m really fucking ya. No wonder all the boys get so mad when I tell ‘em they can’t do this. Now that I ‘ave a cock I wanna do this every day. Do you like how good ya make me feel, Jon Snow? Doesn’t my bitch like pleasing his master?” Not once did she slow the pace of her thrusts, not for a single second. She was a woman overtaken by the pleasure of her partner's submission. Her thighs ran wet with release as she watched the toy plough Jon’s ass to a pulp, as if she herself had a cock buried 8 inches inside him. Watching as his caged cock uselessly flailed with each buck of her hip was ecstasy to her. Soon she felt her own orgasm building as the strong friction from the strap stimulated her already sensitive clit.
“Yes!” Jon screamed. “Fuck, I feel good! I’m your dog, Ygritte. I’m yours!”
SLAM
Ygritte pulled him in as she thrust into him one last time, hilting at the base of the strap. Her legs shook as her orgasm overwhelmed her, wetting the fur behemoth her as she let the pleasure flow out of her.
Jon, just below her, had his own orgasm forcefully pushed from within him. The toy had been pounding his prostate for what felt like hours, and the fruits of its labour arrived when he finally came untouched. The bastard wailed as the orgasm was bullied out of him, his cock spraying thick streaks of cum from the slit in its cage.
They remained together for some time, Ygritte resting her body atop Jon’s as the pair lied onto their bed. Jon felt his eyes become heavy, his body became unresponsive after using so much energy. With Ygritte atop him and the pleasure finally released, Jon could not stop the fatigue that plagued him. His eyes fluttered shut, and he began to sleep.
And then, there was silence.
When he woke, he found himself alone on the bed. His ass was burning, on the outside and within. Despite the oil’s best efforts, taking such a monstrous cock was a lot to ask of a virgin bottom. The pain would settle with him, moreover he found himself grateful the toy wasn’t still inside of him at the very least. Jon looked down to find the bedding had been cleaned somewhat. His chest was slick with sweat and cum, but the first around him had been changed, the dirty ones presumably hanging just outside.
But his greatest surprise came from the realization that he was still wearing that metal cage around his cock.
With time to himself, he could examine the device. Strong steel wrapped around his manhood, tight so that even flaccid he could feel it’s cold sting. The ring that secured it was fastened from the same strong metal, latching itself around his balls. Suddenly he was extremely grateful they too were not locked away somehow. The only way to unlock it was with that key, and the key belonged to-
“Look who’s finally awake.” Ygritte entered the hut, her arm holding something hidden behind her back. “I must ‘ave fucked the daylight out of ya.”
“Suppose you did, in a way.” Jon could hardly look her in the eyes now. He felt like a puppy who’d eaten a treat without permission. “That was… lovely. But would it be possible to unlock-“
“I’ve got a gift for ya.” She ignored his request, revealing the arm behind her back. Clutched in her hand was the collar of a hound. Brand new, with a shining name tag hung at the front.
Pup, it read.
“Yer not getting out of that cage, because my hitch doesn’t need to use a worthless cock to please me anymore.” She approached him, holding the collar open with both hands. “My puppy will be treated very nicely, I promise. But only if he’s good,” she brought the collar to his neck “only if he pleases me,” she latched it behind his neck “and only if he follows my every wish and whim.”
CLICK!
Jon heard the collar lock shut behind his head, Ygritte standing upright and displaying the key she had kept hidden in her hand. The same one that fastened his cock within its cage. He could feel himself try and get hard as he watched her brandish the key like a trophy she’d claimed. It pressed against the cage to no avail.
“Are you gonna be a good pup?” Ygritte asked.
“Always.” The pup replied, his cock desperately throbbing in its confines below.