Spark
Tags : Trap, Crossdressing, Masturbation

Spark stood outside Maggie’s door, nervously staring at it and twisting his feet into the ground. Lord Lobar had sent Spark to fetch the apprentice for some business with the guest, but he hadn’t been able to tell if there had been any urgency. Maggie was the favored servant of the villa because she was by far the most magically talented. He gave her personal lessons and the rumor was she’d be able to surpass him eventually. Meanwhile, Spark was just an unwanted ward, taken in by the baron out of obligation.

His mother had died in childbirth, complications from birthing a dragonborn. His step-father raised him like his own child though, until he died in the failed Venizian cessation five years ago. Now he worked as a servant for the baron. Wasn’t all bad, he had a number of talented servants like Maggie who were happy to teach him his numbers and he was the only one in the villa who could speak Draconic with the Lord.

There were some downsides though. Whenever one of the arcane rituals needed a target, it was usually him. Never for damaging spells of course, but they had once polymorphed him into a snake for a week. A botched mind reading spell once made him speak every thought that came into his mind which got him beat by every girl he ran into. And three weeks ago, he’d been Maggie’s test subject for a new ritual, and their relationship had gotten… strange since then.

It only took a moment after knocking for the witch to answer. The way her eyes calmed down when she saw him let him know she had been expecting someone else. Keeping his eyes safely averted from the woman in front of him, he explained what the Lord wanted, and glanced up at her. Hoping for anything more out of her was a mistake; she just thanked him for passing the message along and walked past him.

Then an idea hit him, compelled him to act on the opportunity laid out in front of him. Spark was scanning the room in front of him before she had even rounded the corner. She’d just left it open, and he had no duties for the next while, how could he resist? As soon she was down the stairs, he slipped inside and closed the door. He inhaled deeply, smelling the scent of women and quickly became erect.

Ever since three weeks ago when he’d been Maggie’s experimental subject for the sensory transference, he’d discovered a whole new world. He had barely touched himself before, was always worked too hard to have any will to bother. But then he felt what it was like for Maggie to have sex, and he couldn’t get enough of it. But what he felt hadn’t originated from his dick, so nothing he did could replicate it quite right. But that didn’t stop him from trying.

Stripping out of his clothes he scurried over to her wardrobe and threw it open, grinning stupidly as he looked at the assortment of dresses and skirts before him. First he had to start with something else though, panties. Lobar liked his girls looking good in the bedroom, so Maggie had a wide selection of lingerie. He could hardly choose as he looked between red garterbelts, black thongs, and finally settled on a pair of purple panties open in the front. For her, it would allow sex without removing them, for him, it meant his small cock was able to hang through the middle, held in place by the silk.

Once he had the panties on, he realized that he just couldn’t leave it like that, he needed something, something inside him. He didn’t know where she kept her toys, so he had to improvise something. Something large enough that it would feel like a thick cock filling his insides. A moment later he was sucking on the base of a candle, running his tongue along it to get it nice and lubed before bending over and gingerly pressing it against his ass.

He had made sure to choose one at least twice the size of his pathetic cock, to remind him that his real pleasure came from being fucked. But that meant getting it inside would be painful. As soon as it started pushing inside, he gasped, his face flushing deep red. Once it started however, it easily slid all the way inside, plugging him up like he remembered. He moaned and slid the last of the eight inch candle up his ass, dribbling pre from his tiny dick as he pulled his panties up and over it.

When he stood up, the change in angle sucked the candle all the way inside him, lodging it against his prostate. Whether or not he’d be able to get it out afterwards was the last thought on his mind as he twirled around on his feet and returned to the wardrobe. Finding the matching bra to the panties was easy enough. The silk was cut out in the shape of hearts around his erect nipples.

Then he moved on to the actual clothes. White leggings were first, sliding up over his slender legs and blending the curves together. Thankfully, the scales along his calves didn’t snag, and the leggings were able to hide them splendidly. He took a moment to appreciate the look of his legs in the light, before flipping through the dresses. He had to choose one he’d be able to get into by himself, which limited his options quite a bit. Thankfully, he was able to find a short black dress that laced in the front, and seemed to fit him perfectly. It came with frilly collars for his wrists, and managed to hide his shameful cock perfectly.

He quickly slipped into a pair of high heels and ran over to the vanity desk. What good was a girl without any makeup? Maggie’s favorite lipstick was sitting out in front, jet black. He’d watched her put it on so many times that it only took a few seconds before his lips were also jet black, he didn’t even need to use her hand mirror. Looking into the mirror confirmed that he looked like a young maiden, if it weren’t for the small horns sticking out from his messy hair. He’d been growing it out, playing it off as just avoiding cutting it, but now it was long enough that he could give it a bit of style.

Satisfied with his appearance, he spun around to spread the skirt of the dress out. Now he needed to finish the deed. Then he spied something half covered by the sheets on the bed. Crawling atop it, licking his lips, he cautiously approached the artifact. The sex stains from the night before were still visible, and right in the middle of them was Maggie’s own. Carved from heartwood and enchanted for slight malleability was a faux horse cock.

It was maybe half the size of a real one, but it was large enough, and still wet with Maggie’s juices, or perhaps Enryns. His cock was dripping with pre as he picked it up and started sucking on it. He’d discovered he had a bit of a talent for this, so as he was sliding it into his mouth, he slid a hand up his dress. Not to stroke his cock, but to stretch his asshole open. The candle was still up there, but that would just make this better. 

He leaned his head back and slid the dildo down his throat till the balls were up on his chin, and then slowly slid it out. Planting it beneath himself, he bit his lip in excitement and slowly lowered his rear down on top of it. The flared tip pressed up against his asshole, slowly forcing it open so he could impale himself on the toy. Once he got the tip in though, his tight ass cinched down around it and his cock bounced in the air excitedly.

Slowly and carefully, he started moving his hips up and down on the monster, pushing it in deeper till it was pushing against the candle, and then deeper still. He couldn’t keep his thoughts off the idea of presenting himself to one of the stallions. Maggie had been known to ‘take care of’ the other servants and slaves at the villa, perhaps she’d help him as well.

His cock bounced up and down as he rocked his hips across the horse cock. His mind was running through a hundred different scenarios of getting tied down for use by a rutting stud; mounted and stuffed full of cock like a breeding mare. The window was even open in the room, and he could hear the horses whinnying in the stables uncomfortably.

Soon he couldn’t keep quiet anymore and started moaning as the cock thrusted in and out of him. He picked up his pace and soon slammed his rear down on it, sitting down on the bed as he came. He moaned again as he stained the front of the dress heavily. Before he stood up and removed the dildo, he took a moment to put his hand on his belly and feel it within himself.

It was then that he realized the candle might have deformed…