Anonymous Gangbang Contract
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Anonymous Gangbang Contract
The Chastity Contract
Part 3
Jace Thorne
Copyright © 2026 by Jace Thorne
All characters in sexual situations are age 18 and over.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Anonymous Gangbang Contract
I woke to the familiar click of the lock turning.
My body felt destroyed. My hole was still puffy and tender from Ellis’s fist the night before—every tiny shift on the sheets sent a deep, bruised ache radiating through me. The cage was worse. Overnight the steel had warmed to body temperature, but the constant pressure never let up. My balls felt swollen and heavy, pulled forward by the ring. Dried cum and lube from the club crusted my thighs and stomach. Fresh pre-cum had leaked steadily in my sleep, leaving sticky trails down the black steel tube.
I didn’t even try to get hard anymore. The cage made any attempt pointless.
The door opened. Ms. Reyes stepped in with her usual tray—water, painkillers, a protein bar, and a damp cloth.
“Up,” she said. No greeting. No softness.
I rolled onto my side and pushed myself upright, wincing. The movement made more pre-cum ooze from the slit at the end of the cage. It dripped onto the sheet between my legs.
Ms. Reyes didn’t comment. She just set the tray down and handed me the cloth.
“Clean the worst of it. Then eat.”
While I wiped the dried mess from my skin, she stood by the door and recited the morning rules in her flat, efficient voice.
“Full shave below the neck again today. You will be inspected. Mr. Ellis has activated Clause 7 of your contract—the Anonymous Rental Clause. Tonight you will be delivered to the club and used by multiple men. You will remain hooded and blindfolded the entire time. You will not speak unless directly addressed. You will accept every load, every act, and every fluid offered. Safe words have been waived for this session per the contract you signed. Any refusal results in immediate termination and forfeiture of all compensation.”
My stomach dropped. I remembered reading that clause—buried in the dense legal language—but it had felt theoretical then. Distant. Now it was tonight.
I swallowed hard. “How many men, Ms. Reyes?”
“That is not your concern. You are holes tonight. Nothing more.”
She left me to shower and shave. Five minutes again—strict. The hot water stung my tender hole. I shaved everything smooth with shaking hands, careful around the cage and the still-swollen ring of my ass. When I stepped out, Ms. Reyes was waiting with the electric trimmer for a final pass. She ran her fingers over my skin like quality control.
“Acceptable.”
She handed me the outfit for the day: nothing but the collar, the wrist and ankle cuffs, and a new, slightly larger plug—black silicone, heavily flared.
“Bend over the bed.”
I did. She slicked the plug generously and worked it into me slowly. It was thicker than the one from before. When it popped past my rim I groaned. The base nestled tight against my cheeks, pressing firmly on my abused prostate.
“Leave it in until tonight,” she said. “It will ...