
We Train His Hole for Lady Claire’s Hand
His ass already carries the deep red marks of our earlier attention. Lady Claire and I have him spread open on the couch, caged cock hanging heavy, hole presented for whatever we decide to put inside it.
Cold steel slides in and twists. Gloved fingers follow, stretching, claiming, teaching. Thick black cock replaces them, filling the space we have made ours. Every movement is deliberate. Every word is a reminder of what this hole is being prepared for.
Lady Claire’s fist is the goal. I hold his cage while she works him open, smiling at how willingly he yields. The next time she visits I already know exactly what I want: both our hands buried deep inside him. At the same time.
