What Goes Around...

Good day everyone, new commission, this time a sequel to the 'What goes around' series. Hope you enjoy and again, thanks to the requester for letting me post it.

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It's been three months since Jason and Sylvie came back from their honeymoon. Honeymoon that was packed with 'interesting' events; Jason was forced to split his attention between being a loving and caring new husband, satisfying his wife both emotionally and sexually, and being a total cock and cum whore for the devilish femboy that had taken over his life a few weeks before that.

It required the man a lot of effort and a few sleepless nights to make sure Sylvie never finds out about his dirty little secret, cleaning the cum stains on their sheets forced out of him by the boi meat stretching his ass when she wasn't there, biting down on his cheeks to muffle his slutty moans when Chris reshaped his guts in the next room, making him tongue his ass and balls before sending him back to his wifey, and of course, making sure the vibrating buttplug was secured snugly in his ruined hole whenever Jason was trying to make love to his woman.

The femboy wasn't kind enough to remove it during those special moments. No, if anything he enjoyed torturing the poor bastard even more. He was relentless, merciless, and ruthless. His sadistic tendencies were at their peak and Jason had to learn a whole new meaning of 'self-control.'

It wasn't easy, but in the end, Jason managed to come back from the honeymoon without letting the secret out. Though he couldn't tell how much longer he'd be able to keep up the facade.

A few days after their return, however, Jason had stopped receiving messages from Crystal. No texts, no audios, no videos, no pictures, nothing. At first, the young man was glad to have a break from the stripper's torment. He finally got to enjoy his new life as a newly wed couple with Sylvie. But that was short lived, as much as he enjoyed this new found peace, Jason couldn't help but think that Chris was just around the corner, preparing new ways to torment and sexually torture him. After all, he did leave the young man with a butt plug in his ass to keep it ready for action at all times.

And so the days passed, then weeks, then months. Jason is leading a healthy life, going to the gym, taking care of himself and over all doing better than he has for the past couple of years of his life. Three months have passed since Crystal's last text and yet no sign of the devilish trap. Eventually, the paranoia turned into a feeling of emptiness.

As much as it surprised and repulsed him to admit it, he was becoming restless, desperate, and craving the attention. His body was longing for the femboy's touch, his scent, his voice. His ass was twitching and clenching on the toy, clutching to it like a child would a parent's parting gift. He truly loved his wife and what they had but it was just not enough anymore, he had grown to addicted to the fat, slab of fuck meat attached to the sexy trap. This couldn't go on, he had to do something about it. He needed to know what was happening.

One day, Jason walks in the apartment after a long day of work. He hangs his keys on the rack and kicks off his shoes, a small sigh escaping his lips. It's been a long and exhausting day. The man's head is heavy with thoughts. His boss has been riding his ass for the past month, demanding he works overtime and take on more responsibilities.

"Long day?" Sylvie asks from the kitchen as she makes dinner.

"Tell me about it..." He replies with a groan. He sits down in the living room and pulls out his phone and puts it down on the coffee table next to the couch he's on. "What's for dinner?"

"I'm trying something new, chicken curry." She says with excitement in her voice.

"Sounds lovely!" Jason retorts, too tired to emote properly. He picks up his phone and heads to the app store, contemplating the idea of downloading instagram and opening an account. He knows his wife, friends and pretty much everyone he knows already has one, he's not against the idea, it's just he always thought it was silly to share pictures and videos of yourself and everything you do to random people. But now, he sees it as a potential distraction from how boring his life is becoming.

After installing the app and creating an account, Jason adds his contacts to 'friend's list.' "Wow, they really post anything, huh?" He remarks as he starts scrolling through his contact's reels. He continues doom scrolling for the better chunk of half an hour before his finger stops moving as his eyes lock onto one picture in particular, a post by the user 'c_crystal123', where they tag his best friend Jimmy's profile. It's a picture of him and a 'girl' that recognizes all too well, Chris. The femboy is smiling and posing with his arm around Jimmy, their cheeks pressed together. The caption reads 'Me and my boyfriend.'

His heart skips a beat. He clicks the picture, then on Jimmy's username. A few more clicks and he lands on his friend's page. His breath gets caught in his throat as he sees the same picture on his profile. He scrolls a bit more and sees another photo. Jimmy, Chris, and two other guys he recognizes as Jimmy's friends, having a great time, with the caption 'Out with the boys.' Another picture of Jimmy and Chris kissing, 'First kiss in public.' Another one with Chris seemingly coming out of a shower, his hair drenched and dripping, tagging Jimmy with the caption 'Missed you this morning.' And much more.

Jason's stomach does flips, his heart starts racing, his palms get sweaty and his breathing becomes rapid. He puts his phone down and leans back into the couch. He tries to calm himself, to rationalize. But his mind races and his stomach churns. The pictures were dated just five days after his and Sylvie's return from the honeymoon. "FUCK! He's going after Jimmy too now? Did he tell him about us? Did he show him the videos? Why did Jimmy never tell me he was with him? Does he know that Chris is a guy?" So many questions race through the man's mind, it's a wonder how his brain didn't short cut itself.

"Dinner's ready!" He hears his wife call out.

Jason rubs his temples with his thumb and middle finger, trying to calm himself. "I'll just ask Jimmy tomorrow, yeah? Sounds like a good plan..." He thinks before getting up and heading to the dinning room to eat with his wife.

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~The next day.~

Today's Saturday, so no work for Jason. He takes this opportunity to work on what he saw yesterday. He reaches out to Jimmy.

"Hello? Jimmy?"

"Hey man how have you been? Sorry for being a stranger the last few months, I was busy with something."

"Y-yeah, I could see that. I...Euh... I got an Instagram account and I saw the pics you posted."

"You did?"

"Yeah... Who's the girl? You two look pretty close, huh?"

"Yeah, we kinda are. "

"That's a bit odd, you know? I... Euh... I always thought you'd be fifty before you ever got into a relationship. In fact, you're the one who said that."

He laughs. "Well what can I say? Never say never, I guess."

"Yeah... yeah. So how did it happen?"

"Well I mean, she did give me her number at your wedding. I just called her like a week or two later and we hit it off."

"You... You two banged?"

"Nah, nah... I mean... We did a few things here and there. She gives insane blowjobs and handjobs but we haven't... You know."

"Yeah, yeah... I get it..."

"Did you need something?"

"No, no... Just wanted to check if you were dead."

"Appreciate it."

"Alright, see you man."

"Yeah, take care."

After trying to distract himself from the issue, only to ultimately end up spending most of the day scrolling through both Jimmy and Chris's accounts, he decides that he's had enough. "Going out with the boys, probably gonna be late, don't wait for me." He says before bolting out of the apartment, not leaving Sylvie the time to reply.

After getting into his car, he decides to go straight to the source of the problem. He dials Crystal's number, after a few rings the call cuts. "Did he hang up on me?" He gives it a few more rings and this time, he is sent directly to his voice mail box. He sighs and looks out his window. The sun is already down. Jason clicks his tongue before saying. "Fuck it." And ignites the engine and drives to the strip club where Crystal works.

Once arrived, he parks his car and makes his way to the entrance of the club. "H-hey, I'm looking for Cr-" He tries to ask the bouncer but is quickly silenced by the big muscular black man raising a hand to shush him.

"Get in line, buddy." He simply says.

Jason looks towards the said line and sees that it's a good fifty to sixty feet long. "I just wanna know if Crystal is working tonight, okay?" He tries to ask again but the bouncer just gives him a stern look. "We... Euh... We're old friends... " He adds, giving the man a handshake and slipping him a fifty dollars bill.

The bouncer raises an eyebrow then smiles. "Oh, yeah, alright. I remember you, now, yeah. Get in, get in." He says, his mood completely changing from a few seconds ago.

The young man gives him a nod and enters. Inside the club is as he remembers it. Dark, neon lights, the scent of smoke mixed with the faintest hint of booze, music so loud, you'd think it could bust an eardrum and a few stages with poles, most of which are occupied by girls and what he imagines to be other femboys, judging by how undeveloped their chests are, wearing the usual skimpy, sexy, slutty outfits, dancing seductively to the music, rubbing their crotches and asses against the metal rod for a dollar or two, as the patrons sitting at base of the stages cheer on and throw their money at them. The whole place made Jason's skin crawl, he never was a fan of these kinds of places, always thought it was for desperate, sad old fucks that couldn't get laid, yet now, he can't help but feel like a hypocrite as he stares at them in disgust.

He shakes his head, dismissing those thoughts and focusing back on his goal. He asks one of the strippers serving cocktails. "H-hey, I'm looking for Crystal, you seen him?"

"Crystal? Yeah I seen him."

"Okay, can you tell me where I can find him?"

"I could but, you gonna have to pay, honey." She replies with a wink, rubbing her thumb an index finger together.

Jason rolls his eyes but relents and pulls out a ten dollars bill. "God, fine. Here. Now where?"

The woman playfully kisses the bill and slips it under her bikini bra. "Right over there, honey." She points at the VIP rooms in the back. "He's busy giving a private dance to some birthday boy or something."

Jason looks over where she's pointing and sees another bouncer guarding the entrance. "Thank you... say, could you get me in?" He asks, giving her a hundred dollar bill and slipping it down her bra.

The stripper lets out a laugh. "Yeah sure thing, hun. Follow me."

Jason follows the woman through the crowd, towards the bouncer. The man gives a grunt and a nod before letting them through. "There you go, hun."

"Thanks." The young man starts looking through the rooms, knocking on each one before apologizing when someone opens the door and he sees it's not Chris. After a few doors, he goes for one more, and as he reaches for the knob, the door clicks open and a guy comes out, adjusting his neck tie and suit. The man freezes for a second before pushing past him, head down, hiding his face.

"Well, well, well... Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Married-man.~" The trap chimes with his usual, smug and cheeky tone from inside the room.

Jason turns around to face him. "I..." The young man is at loss of words, it's been three months since he's seen the femboy and yet, it's like he is back to the honeymoon.

"You what? Swallowed your tongue?" Crystal retorts with a chuckle. He is wearing his usual stripper attire; A purple set of bra, that hugs his smooth chest, a g-string that Jason still can't figure out how it manages to hide his donkey pipe, and high heels with a sparkly red boa around his neck and a slutty pair of fishnet stockings. His makeup is a bit different, darker, heavy around the eyes with a popping red lipstick. "So why are you here?~"

Jason blinks a couple of times, snapping himself from the daydream he was having. "Wh-what do you mean why am I here? You know perfectly well!" He slightly raises his voice.

The impish femboy only tilts his head to the side, raises an eyebrow and purses his lips in response.

"Jimmy! Really? What the fuck??!" Jason blurts out, starting to lose patience.

Crystal exhales and rolls his eyes. "Get in already." He calmly says, gently kicking the door open with the tip of his foot and stepping aside.

Jason steps in and hears Crystal close the door behind him. He looks up for a moment, scanning the corners of the ceiling for a few seconds before grabbing a chair and dragging it to the right corner.

"What are you doing?" Chris asks curiously.

"Not making the same mistake twice." He retorts, standing on the chair and reaching up for the security camera and unplugging it.

Crystal lets out an amused laugh as he watches Jason come down and turn to face him. "I see you learned your lesson.~" He coos, biting his lip. "But not completely, huh? Otherwise you wouldn't be here. So, what is it you really wanna say?~"

"You... " Jason starts before falling silent, looking for his words, a confused, annoyed expression on his face as he looks down for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as his eyes shoot up, glaring daggers at his tormentor. "What the hell? Why did you just stop... Why did you just end it like that? Why Jimmy? is it to get back at me? And how did you even get close to him? Did you use the same shit on him you did with me? Huh? Did you blackmail him too? Does he know you blackmailed me into becoming your fucking slave?!!" He yells, his body trembling as his fist tightens up and he grits his teeth.

Chris simply stares at the fuming young man, a faint hint of surprise on his face.

"SAY SOMETHING! HUH?!" He shouts, the silence in the room becoming deafening.

Crystal's lips slowly stretch into a smirk. "You've been working out.~"

Jason's eyebrows frown in confusion. "What?"

"I said, you've been working out.~" The stripper slowly steps closer to him, his high heels clicking on the floor. "That's good, I like it.~" He slowly begins circling the young man, like a hyena circling a wounded gazelle. "Your chest is more developed, pecs harder.~" He glides a hand over Jason's chest, feeling the tense muscles.

"Wh-what re you doing? This- " Jason tries to speak up but is immediately shushed by Chris, cutting him.

"Your buddy Jimmy kept burning my phone with calls and messages, I just accepted to meet him so he would shut up. I was gonna let him off gently but... He kinda grew on me.~" He wraps his arm around Jason's chest, his hand slowly traveling south, feeling the bumps of his abs as it slowly makes it's way to his crotch. "He still doesn't know I'm a guy though, that'd be pretty funny to see.~"

Jason stands still, torn between the feeling of anger boiling within him and the feeling of submissiveness, arousal, and desire for the stripper's touch.

"We only kissed and fooled around so far, nothing crazy.~" Chris's hand slides under Jason's pants and underwear before closing around his already hardening meat. "Mmmh, someone's been enjoying their chastity cage free three months.~" He sultrily whispers into his ear. "Is that why you're here? Were you jealous of Jimmy? Were you afraid I'd make him my new bitch? That I'd give him the treatment that I gave you?" Crystal's hand begins dancing in Jason's pants, stroking his dick to full mast. "Is that what worries you, my horny little faggot?"

The young man's breath becomes heavy, he raises his head and rests it on the femboy's shoulder. "N-no..." He moans out, clearly in denial.

The trap chuckles, not at all convinced. "No?" He playfully repeats, his other hand slipping into the valley of his ass cheeks and grabbing a handful of meat, giving it a rough squeeze and shake before dragging his nails on it with an upward motion.

Jason lets out a whimper as his eyes flutter at the sudden assault, his hole quivering around the butt plug he, until now, forgot he had snugly sitting inside him.

The femboy lets go of the man's cock and uses that hand to pull up his shirt. Jason doesn't resist and actually helps him remove it. "Good boy. Now let's what you're hiding between your lovely cheeks.~" He teases before unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop along with his boxers on the floor.

Jason's heart is racing, his breath heavy and irregular as his body tingles in arousal, he bites his cheeks as Crystal slowly parts his buns, revealing the metallic toy that's been lodged inside his man-cunt.

Chris smiles, playfully tapping the round end of the plug, sending vibrations right into the man's prostate. He watches him as his hips thrust forward, and hears the moan escaping from his lips. "My, my, did you miss this?~" Crystal asks in a mock-motherly voice.

The femboy doesn't wait for his response as he grips the toy and slowly, he eases it out of him, Jason's hole, desperate and needy to stay filled, clinging to it for a few moments, sucking on the plug and trying to swallow it back in before it is finally extracted with a ~POP~. Crystal licks his lips in satisfaction, his eyes fixated on Jason's puffy, soft, gaping hole, pulsing, twitching, and begging to be filled and ravished as it clenches around nothing but air. "Let me hear it.~"

Jason eyes are lust-filled, his face, flushed. He takes a couple of deep breaths as he bites his lips, hesitating.

"Come on. It's easy, really. You'll feel much better after, I promise.~" The femboy teases, slapping his right globe playfully, making the boy whimper.

Jason lowers his head for a moment, and closes his eyes before speaking up. "I-I want your... C-cock" His voice barely above a whisper, barely audible.

Chris snorts. "What was that?" Feigning not hearing him.

Jason, having some ounce of dignity left in him still, stiffly says. "I'm not saying it... again."

The trap grins wickedly and slides pulls his G-string to the side, releasing his fat cock, and plops it between the young man's globes. "Oh well, that's alright. I just have to remind you who owns you.~" He brings his hands to Jason's hips and begins gently grinding himself between his soft, smooth, ass cheeks.

"Oh my fucking God...~" He whimpers as the smooth, hot meat glides up and down, back and forth against his puckered anus and sensitive taint.

"Tell me how bad you want this fat dick." The femboy coos in his ear.

"I-I... I...~" He gasps as his ass tenses up and a moan escapes from his mouth as the tip of Chris's cockhead brushes against his needy, pulsating entrance.

"Yes?~" Crystal whispers into his ear as he rubs his rod between the young man's buns. "Say it, say you're my bitch, and you need me, my big dick and cum in your fucking cunt."

"Y-you..." His breath hitching as his eyes roll up, a loud, throaty groan coming from him. "Ahh-Aaaah! You know wh-what I need..." He moans out.

"Nuh-uh, say it, faggot. I wanna hear you say it." The femboy coos as he stops moving.

The husband is in no condition to fight back and instead of holding his dignity, he says. "Y-you know what I need... Y-your... C-Cock, your fat dick... "

The femboy reaches for Jason's chest from behind and pinches his nipples as he clicks his tongue. "It'll have to do for now, but you'll have to work on this. Now get on all fours like the good bitch you are.~"