Working With The Sex Therapist

Ashley, the sharp-eyed sex therapist, has been grinding away at Buck's psyche for months, coaxing out his buried cuckold cravings, teaching him to wear them like a second skin in every damn corner of his life. Today, she's cranking the heat, dragging him into the raw edge with Goldey, her go-to surrogate, a bull built for the job. But first, the ritual: that chastity cage, wrapped bold as brass, screaming its purpose. Buck fumbles it like the half-man he is—can't even tear the package open without her steady hands stepping in. She snaps it on tight, the click echoing like a sentence, keys dangling from her fingers like forbidden fruit. Locked and leashed, he watches, pulse hammering, as she drops to her knees and swallows Goldey's thick cock whole, her eyes flicking up to gauge his shock, that first raw hit of betrayal twisting his gut. Goldey doesn't hold back—pounds into her like he's been starving for it, and Ashley? She's a wildfire, claws digging in, hips bucking wild. He unloads deep, a heavy flood that spills out messy. And Buck's capstone? On his knees, lapping it up with a zeal that surprises even him, tongue working overtime in the sticky aftermath.