Chapter 9

I ached everywhere for the next few days after that wild night with Vanessa and Marvin. My ass throbbed from his massive cock stretching me wide, the chastity cage bit into my shrunken cocklette with every step, and the remnants of his cum sloshing around my plugged asshole during the MTR commute through the crowded Admiralty station. Vanessa and I dragged ourselves back to our Causeway Bay flat, both spent and glowing from the debauchery. Yet when I shuffled into the Central office that Monday, a rude shock greeted me. My boss slammed his fist on the desk littered with documents and paper coffee cups. ‘Pack your stuff and get out, Max. The deal has completely failed. Marvin and Trev said they are not going with us.’

I stood there stunned, my world crumbling like a unstable IFC tower scaffold. What had gone wrong? I thought the negotiations sealed everything over dim sum at the Peninsula. Heart pounding, I dialed Marvin from the elevator, voice trembling as the doors dinged shut. ‘What happened? I thought we had a deal.’ He chuckled low, like thunder rolling over Kowloon Bay. ‘The deal was I would consider it again. I did consider, and decided against it. You and your hot wife were fucking good sex though—no hard feelings. We have plans to do it again, maybe ask Trev too.’

I gripped the phone white-knuckled, shaking with devastation and helplessness as the lift descended to the humid street below. Desperation and shame boiled in my gut, but memories flooded back—his thick shaft splitting my ass, my moans echoing louder than Vanessa’s, the hot flood of his seed making me spurt in my cage. Somehow, I could not muster anger at him. Instead, a submissive heat stirred low. I whispered, ‘Okay,’ like the broken slut I had been forged into. Marvin laughed and the line went dead.

I trudged home through the throngs of Wan Chai workers, tears stinging under my sunglasses. Bursting into our flat, I collapsed before Vanessa on the silk cheongsam sofa. ‘I lost my job, Van. Marvin pulled out of the deal.’ Sobs wracked my feminized frame, makeup smearing like cheap Mong Kok street vendor lipstick. ‘What’s happening? Why did all this happen to me?’ She threw her head back and laughed—a cruel, slicing sound that echoed off the harbour-view windows. ‘You’re a failed man, sissy. But maybe you can be a better woman.’

Her words pierced deeper than any strap-on, stripping away the last threads of my old life. I knelt there, sniffling, my perky ass cheeks clenching around the plug she had reinserted that morning, breasts heaving in the lace bra hidden under my shirt. Hong Kong’s relentless neon pulse mocked me from afar, a city of winners devouring the weak like razor clams at a dai pai dong. My manhood, once strutting these streets with deals and swagger, now leaked away in dribbles from the cage, replaced by this quivering, cock-hungry shell. Escape flickered in my mind—bolting to some Tsim Sha Tsui hideout, reclaiming scraps of pride—but Vanessa’s gaze pinned me, her dominance a chain heavier than the hood from that night. In her eyes, I saw my future: fuller lips painted crimson, hips swaying in heels down Lockhart Road, servicing alphas like Marvin while she orchestrated from the shadows. The glow from his cum faded into hollow surrender, my tears pooling on the floor as her laughter sealed my descent into her perfect, emasculated toy.

Vanessa fixed me with a cold stare and declared that I needed to pull my weight at home. She added that I still had to earn money. I asked her how I could possibly do that now. “Your body is only useful for one thing,” she replied. “Whoring. So do that.”

I set up an OnlyFans account and a Stripchat profile right away. I started webcamming for a few hours each day to bring in cash, but the earnings trickled in pathetically over the first month. My hair had grown out long enough by then, so I no longer needed the wig to look passable. Webcamming humiliated me deeply, yet the only way to scrape together tips forced me to escalate into more embarrassing and exposing acts. I routinely fucked my ass with dildos on camera, begging viewers for donations while my shrunken clit strained uselessly in its flat chastity cage.