Dubcon Family Breeding NIght
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Dubcon Family Breeding Night
The Chastity Contract
Part 4
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.
Dubcon Family Breeding Night
I woke up to the now-familiar sound of the lock clicking open, but my body felt like it belonged to someone else.
Every inch of me ached. My hole was still gaping and swollen from the night before—a constant, throbbing reminder of how many strangers had used me. Thick, sticky cum and dried piss crusted my thighs, my ass, even my stomach. The cage felt heavier than ever, the steel tube slick with fresh pre-cum that had leaked out while I slept. My balls were swollen and tender, pulled tight against the ring. When I shifted on the sheets, another warm trickle of someone else’s load slowly oozed out of me and soaked into the mattress.
I didn’t even try to close my legs. There was no point.
Ms. Reyes stepped in with her usual tray and a clinical expression. She set it down and immediately gestured for me to roll onto my stomach.
“Ass up. Let me see the damage.”
I obeyed, knees spread, face pressed into the pillow. She pulled my cheeks apart without ceremony and hummed.
“Still open. Good. They really stretched you last night.” Her fingers probed the puffy rim. “You’re going to be even looser by tomorrow morning.”
She wiped me down roughly with a warm cloth, then patted my ass like I was livestock.
“Shower. Full shave. Then Mr. Ellis wants to see you.”
Fifteen minutes later I was kneeling naked in the breakfast room, freshly shaved, collared, cuffed, and plugged with a thicker toy than usual. The plug kept constant pressure on my abused prostate, forcing more pre-cum to drip steadily from the end of my cage onto the tile.
Ellis sat at the table drinking coffee, looking perfectly composed. He glanced down at the growing puddle beneath me and smirked.
“Look at that pathetic little clit leaking already. Still dripping from last night’s gangbang and you haven’t even been touched today.” He flicked the steel tube with one finger, making the cage swing. “Tiny locked nub. All that cum dumped in your guts and your useless baby dick still can’t do anything but dribble.”
Heat flooded my face. I kept my eyes down.
Ellis leaned back in his chair.
“Tonight is special. My older brother Marcus is coming over. You remember the breeding clause in the contract? We’re activating it properly. Marcus and I are going to spend the evening turning you into the family breeding bitch.”
My stomach twisted. I’d met Marcus once—briefly—when he dropped something off. He was bigger than Ellis, late fifties, broader shoulders, deeper voice, and a much cruder mouth.
Ellis continued casually, as if discussing the weather.
“Marcus has always wanted to help me properly cunt a boy. Tonight we’re going to pussify that sloppy hole of yours until it stays open and ready for cock like a proper family pussy. We’re going to breed you deep. Fill you until you’re swollen with our seed. And you’re going to thank us for every load while that tiny locked clit leaks uselessly between your legs.”
He reached down and ...