Easy street – Sex Stories

  CHAPTER 1 easy street Couple begins their experiment in chastity.

The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it.
The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably small or pitiful dick. I am far from John Holmes, but I am also far from tiny. In our eight years of marriage, my wife and I have enjoyed an active sex life. Having been married to a sexually repressed woman in my first marriage, I know how fortunate I am that my wife is highly sexed and really enjoys our lovemaking. You have no idea how lucky I am! She is multi-orgasmic and she absolutely loves to taste my cum as it blasts into her mouth.
Other differences are that the events that unfolded did not lead to my being turned permanently into a completely useless, gender confused wimp cowering in a corner awaiting my wife’s return. My wife and I love each other, and overall we share the responsibilities of running our household, our work lives, and raising our children. I would not abdicate my responsibilities and my wife respects my opinions. In short, this story is about our sex life, not to be confused with the rest of our life. Donna and I both have careers as professionals in our respective fields. We both experience a lot of stress in our careers.
All that being said, you must be wondering why in the world would a guy in my position have put himself in such a precarious position by giving up control of his manhood? Any time my wife or I want a “stress reliever”, we are only too happy to oblige each other. I love having my face buried in her moist, tender pussy as much as she likes having my cock down her throat! So why would I risk losing her respect by ordering a chastity device and risking her thinking I was unworthy? The short answer is that I don’t know for sure. I do know that I have always had a fascination with female domination. Not her in black leather, me in a dress kind, just completely relinquishing control to a woman. Having absolutely no choice in what was going to happen. Maybe I need that because of my job. Maybe I have some deep-seated issue from my childhood. Maybe I’m just a fuckin’ pervert! However, the need to submit has shadowed me for years. Donna and I have played with it on several occasions, but always for individual sessions. We did play at one point a few years ago where I went for over a month without an orgasm while she used me daily. However, it was more or less an honour system. I could have masturbated if I had wanted to. I could have gone to another woman if I had wanted to. I had a level of control. The only thing that kept me chaste for that period of time was that I wanted to obey Donna’s wishes and I wanted to remain faithful. So had I really given up control?
As I said before, our sex life has been anything but tame. We have engaged in threesomes, had sex in public, called a friend up and let them listen while I took Donna to several orgasms. In addition, my mischievous wife even turned the tables on me; calling me up at work and making me listen while that same friend fucked the daylights out of her!
I have always had an unusually intense drive to please my lover. I always try to make sure that “ladies come first”. Perhaps that has something to do with my fascination with wanting to be teased mercilessly and not being able to control if and when I come. Not to mention that, as you well know, going without intensifies the sexuality. I think that may be why Donna and I had never gone farther with it before now, in a way. I like to be put off, but Donna has to have it. And lucky me, she wants it from me! When I had mentioned extended chastity for me in the past, she had commented that the problem with it was that she needed my cock buried inside of her.
So now, you know what kind of chance I was taking when I ordered the CB 3000. I must have visited the website ten times before I finally ordered it. In addition, I didn’t tell her that I had done it. Even with my year’s long fascination with the subject, I still was unsure if I wanted to relinquish all control. What if she decided that I was a pathetic jerk like so many of the guys in the stories I had read online? Decided to lock me away and never use me again? What if I got hurt at work? I could picture in my mind the big boss lying on the table in the ER while nurses; doctors and co-workers laughed at his caged cock. What if she just looked at me and said, “you paid how much for this?!”
So it was with great trepidation that I waited for the package to arrive. I made a trip home each day so that I could get the mail first, before my wife and definitely before my kids! Then it arrived. I wanted to try it out to see whether or not it would really prevent me from obtaining an erection. Honestly, I wanted to have some idea whether or not I could really handle losing control of “Mr. Happy” before I broached the subject with my wife. I hid it away. It was three days before I had any time to myself. Donna and the kids were all gone for the day. As soon as they left, I took the cock cage out of its package and examined it. It took me awhile to get it in place, although I did make a lucky guess as to the correct size of the retaining ring. I was going to wear it all day. However, after about ten minutes, I decided that I was cheating. It had to be all or nothing. I couldn’t allow myself to know whether or not I could handle it or not. I just had to dive right in by giving Donna control and seeing where it led.
Therefore, I spent the next week or so agonizing over when or how I would bring the subject up. Then, as often happens, fate took control of events. I found out on a Wednesday that my company was sending me to Ft. Lauderdale , Florida (halfway across the country) for a week to attend a seminar on my area of specialization. Each time I have to travel Donna is apprehensive. She says its not that she doesn’t trust me, it’s just that she knows the temptation is great. There I am alone in a distant city. I said that we had threesomes, not that we are unfaithful. In addition, Donna is not the sharing kind where I am concerned. Our threesomes had been with a good friend of mine. However, she had let me know in no uncertain terms that there was not another woman in my future! Therefore, here was my opportunity to bring up the CB 3000 in a way that Donna might like. My plan was reaffirmed when I told her about the trip. She made several “joking” comments over the next couple of days about women in other towns. And she was insatiable also, I think wanting to make sure that I was sated before I left.
I was to leave Sunday afternoon. Therefore, Sunday morning while Donna was in the kitchen, I locked myself in our bathroom and placed the chastity tube onto myself. Then I got dressed and waited for Donna to come back into the bedroom. When she did so, I handed her a small jewellery box. She looked at me, puzzled, when she opened it to see two small keys. I told her that I knew she worried when I was away, and that I didn’t want her to. I told her that this had also given me the opportunity to take the plunge into the fantasy she knew that I’d had for a very long time. I admitted to her that I was scared. Then I unfastened and dropped my trousers. When I pulled my briefs down she gasped, but her eyes lit up also. Therefore, I knew that she would like it for the short term anyway. It would keep me chaste on my trip. As I stood in front of her, she knelt down and examined my imprisoned manhood, lifting my cock and balls, turning it side to side to see how it worked. “Mr. Happy” began to grow, or at least tried to. He soon reached the limit of his prison and throbbed, wanting to expand. Donna was intrigued, “Oh my God, does it hurt?”

I explained that I hadn’t worn it for any period of time, but that it certainly had my attention. “Can you get it off without the key”? I hadn’t tried. “Well, try now.” She watched for several minutes while I tried to pull myself out of the device. I had no luck. The more I handled it, the more my cock tried to grow, and the less likely I was to succeed.
Donna stood and kissed me deeply. Then she lay back on the bed and beckoned me to her. I knelt down between her legs and began making love to her tender sex with my mouth and tongue. I love going down on her! I love the response that I get; I love the taste of her, the feel of her. I alternated between slow; flat-tongued bathing of her entire sex to pointed lashing of her clit. As usual, I took her to her first shuddering orgasm within a couple of minutes. And as usual, I didn’t stop there. I let her come down from her ecstasy a little and then built her up again to yet another, more intense orgasm. After her fifth orgasm, she finally pushed me away, telling me she could take no more. I could have kept making love to her sweet sex for hours. My cock was straining in vain to reach its full potential. Such sweet torture!
I lay next to her and held her as she calmed down. After a few moments she began kissing and fondling me, teasing me playfully. She asked if I wanted to cum. What did I want from this?
I hesitated, and then tried to explain. I told her that of course I wanted to cum. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to take the cage off and fuck her brains out. However, I also loved being teased and tormented, being made to wait.
We had discussed this before and, as I said earlier, even played with it several times. I tried to explain that I fantasized about having absolutely no control of my own orgasms. I said that I would understand if she didn’t want the same thing. If so, then we could simply use it when I was away or for short periods of time when we played.
Donna thought for a moment, and then asked, “How long do you want to go without?”
I hesitated, “It’s not really a matter of how long I want to go without. I don’t know the answer to that. Every time we make love, I honestly want to have intercourse with you.”
I paused while I tried to figure out how to say what I needed to say. “The whole idea is that I want you to have complete control of when and if I get to cum. In addition, as far as how long you have control, that is completely up to you. Its what you want. The only consideration given to me provided at your whim.”
She caressed my hand as I continued, “Obviously I don’t want to go forever without ever getting to cum again, but I could go forever with that choice being yours.” I hesitated for a moment, working up the courage to share all of my feelings, “I am tormented by this, honey. I have wanted to give up control totally for years. However, at the same time I am scared to death of really giving up all control, not being able to change it if I want to. Yet it doesn’t work if I have the ability to change it. I know that if you aren’t interested in this that I’m am asking a lot. But the thrill of it would be that I am completely at your mercy.”
She smiled, “And what if I was to like it and become a complete bitch? What if I had no mercy?” She laughed as my cock suddenly bucked up in its cage, answering better than I ever could. I flushed red, “I know I probably seem like some kind of sicko to you, but that would be fine. Whatever you wanted.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“What about the games we played before?”
“I always did as you said; I didn’t get my self off when you weren’t around. I didn’t cheat. However, I could have. Therefore, I still had some control. This way, the control is all yours. However, I don’t expect such a marked change in lifestyle if you don’t enjoy it. This is not just about me.”
She took my face in her hands, looking into my eyes, “You have to understand. There are fantasies that I’ve had that I didn’t act on because I couldn’t stand to lose you. Things that could scare you away.”
“Nothing that you could do would scare me away. In fact, the idea that you are doing things that you dream up, completely selfish, is the biggest part of the thrill in this for me.”
“I don’t think you know what you are getting yourself into. The things I have fantasized would be very, very, ah?”
“It’s ok. Very what?”
“Beyond humiliating. Things I couldn’t do to the man I love.”
“Even if those things are what the man you love wants you to do to him? I wonder if you realize just how perverted I am. I don’t think there is anything that you could do to me that I wouldn’t love. The acts themselves are not always what excites me, it’s the fact that you would be in control.”
We lay in silence for a while and then she told me that she was enjoying the control, but that she had to think about how far she wanted to take it. She suggested that I wear the device on my weeklong trip and when I returned she would have an answer for me. “But you have to be prepared. I understand that you want to give up control. Whatever decision I make about how this will be done is final. And you will have no say in it.” She laughed as my cock jumped at that statement.
We replaced the brass padlock with one of the numbered plastic ties that came with the CB 3000. This way I could get through airport security without being detected. Embarrassment is one thing, putting my job in jeopardy is another. Donna kept all of the other ties and noted the number of the one attached to my imprisoned cock, just in case I found a shop or ordered more while I was away.
A couple of hours later I was off on my trip. My thoughts were more on what would happen when I returned, not on the seminar. As I sat on the plane, I was very self-conscious. When the stewardess talked to me I felt like she somehow knew about my trapped manhood. I felt as if all of the women I spoke to, at the check-in counter, at the rental counter in Florida , all of them, were looking at me knowingly. Of course, they weren’t, but it was driving me nuts!
After I had settled into my hotel room, I called Donna to let her know that I had made it safely. We talked for a few minutes about the trip and about the kids, then she finally got around to what was really on her mind, “So, how is Mr. Happy doing?” I laughed nervously, “He’s doing fine so far. But this thing never lets me forget that he’s there, that’s for sure.”
“Well, I decided that I don’t have to wait until you get back for my decision. I’ve been so damn horny thinking about all of the possibilities! Therefore, we are going to have a trial period. Anything I say goes. In addition, after the trial period, you can have some input. However, I will decide how much we will play with this. Understood?”
I gulped, “Yes, ma’am. How long of a trial period do you think?”
There was a pause. “Let’s say a month. One month from today, I will decide. Oh, and by the way, I like the sound of yes ma’am. Remember that.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Donna laughed, then added mischievously, ” I’m gonna have fun with this. I’m gonna have to think of some things to drive you nuts! Maybe I’ll have to invite Terry over while you are gone!” I could see the playful smile on her face in my mind. Terry is my good friend that we’d had the threesomes with. We had never had a threesome with another woman, just with Terry. I had assured Donna that I didn’t feel like it was cheating as long as I knew about it and was involved. In addition, she had been very happy to take advantage of having two cocks at her disposal once she was convinced it wouldn’t hurt our relationship.
“After all, I’m not supposed to go without, am I?” Then she changed it from a question to a statement, “Hey wait a minute, what am I asking you for? I am not going to go without! Hey, I like this!”
We said our good byes and our I love you’s, and then I took a shower and tried to relax. Which was not an easy task. After a while, I decided to go out and get something to eat, then returned to the room and watched TV. If Donna only knew how little she had to worry about when I travelled, even without being locked up. I’m not exactly a socially aggressive type.
While I lay on the bed watching TV my cell phone rang. It was my lovely wife and I could tell she had thought of something to torment me by the sound of her voice. “Are you sure that you can’t get that thing off?” I told her that I couldn’t swear to it yet, but that I didn’t think that I could. In any event, even if I did manage to get it off, I knew I would never get it back on with the lock in place, so I could never hide it if I did. “Good. Then I thought of a way to torment you! I want you to take your wedding ring off and go bar hopping. You are to try and pick up as many women as you can.”
This surprised me; Donna was the jealous type. And then I thought about the embarrassment if I did get a girl back to my room when she found out about my “condition”. “Uh, what am I supposed to do with them if I catch one?”
Donna laughed, “I didn’t say you got to have them, silly! I just want you to be tormented by flirting with as many of them as you can. Then you will have to make some excuse as to why you won’t follow through! Or better yet, you could just tell them the truth! I will call you in three hours.” With that, she hung up.
As I said before, I not much of a wolf. Therefore, it wasn’t easy for me to go on the prowl. However, to my surprise, I wasn’t in the bar for very long before a leggy redhead sat next to me at the bar and asked where I was from. We chatted for a while. She said that she was in town for a seminar also. Inwardly, I sighed a sigh of relief. I had been afraid the only woman I might attract would be a hooker. That would hardly bolster my ego!
She told me that her name was Elizabeth . We chatted for over an hour, and I eventually calmed down a little. We even flirted quite a bit, making references to having fun while away from home. Eventually she looked at me quizzically, “You’re married, aren’t you?” My head dropped a little. “How did you know?” She shook her head, “Oh, maybe because you actually seem like a nice guy and we’ve talked for a couple of hours without you asking me back to your room. However, what I don’t get is why? If you’re down here trolling while you’re away from the little wife, what’s your hold up?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was trying to figure out how I could explain without sounding like a pervert when my phone rang. I answered it and it was obvious I was talking to my wife. Liz rolled her eyes as if to say what a pathetic jerk. Donna was asking me how I did. I told her that I had done a lot better than I thought I would and Liz looked at me curiously. I squirmed uncomfortably on my barstool. My cock was throbbing uselessly because of all the sexual tension with the woman next to me, and the woman on my phone. Donna realized that I was still in the bar.
“Are you still in the bar?”
“Is she still sitting there?”
“Hand her the phone”
A flash of embarrassment went through me, “What?”
“Don’t question me. Hand her the phone.”
Liz looked at me as if I was crazy when I handed her the phone. Then I got to sit and wonder what was going on as I listened to only half of the conversation.
“Hello?”
“Look. I had no idea he was married. He sort of forgot to mention it.” Laced with sarcasm.
“But if it makes you feel any better, he obviously isn’t very used to picking up women in bars.”
“You what?!” She listened intently for a moment or two.
“You’re kidding.” Laughing quietly now, shaking her head in amusement, then looking at me and shaking her head again.
“That’s hilarious. However, I have to tell you I’m a little pissed off. I’m glad you’re having fun with it, but I just wasted two hours for nothing. Even if he was the cheating kind, he wouldn’t do me much good!” Laughing again. I flushed crimson, realizing that she had to know about my predicament.   “Oh, he is, is he? Really? Are you sure?” Glancing at me, then addressing me, “You’re wife tells me that you give great head.” Then laughing as I turned another couple of shades of red. Then she handed me back the phone.
Donna was obviously amused, “I hear that you aren’t exactly accomplished at picking up girls. That’s good. Now listen closely. I feel like I abused the wrong person here. She seems nice and we shouldn’t have wasted her time. Therefore, what I want you to do now is service her as much as she wants, then go to bed. In addition, since she couldn’t have your dick if she wanted to, I want you to do whatever she asks. Call me when you’re done!” She hung up before I could ask if she was sure.
I put my phone up and stuttered as I tried to tell Liz what Donna had said. She held up her hand, “Ssshh. She told me. Now let’s get back to my room. I’m horny as hell now.” Now that she knew my predicament, she had dropped all pretence of trying to impress me. In a weird way, it was somewhat refreshing.
It turned out that Liz’s room was just on the other end of the same floor as mine. Once inside I stood nervously, not knowing what to do. I had never had any kind of sex with anyone other than Donna since we’d been married.
Liz, however, was not impaired by the same situation. “I have got to see this. Strip.”
I slowly removed my clothes. As I lowered my briefs, my imprisoned cock came into view. A long drop of precum dropped from the tip of my cage onto my pants and “Mr. Happy” throbbed uselessly.
“Oh, this is just too funny. You can’t get hard at all can you?” Overwhelmed, all I could do was shake my head timidly. All of my self-confidence was gone. It was a strange feeling.
“I think I’m gonna like this. I don’t have to worry about you at all, do I? You couldn’t cum even if I wanted to take care of you, could you?” Again, I just shook my head.
She was obviously thrilled by the situation, but she wasn’t a bitch, “Do you want to take care of me? I don’t want you to do it if you don’t want to.”
“I, I, ah, aw hell. I love going down on women. I could do it for hours. I would love to.”
She needed no more encouragement, quickly disrobing and pulling me to her on the bed. “I wasn’t sure if any men liked to do that, or if they just did it to get us to go down on them.” She kissed me and then pushed my head downward towards her crotch. She was a natural redhead!
It was strange going down on another woman. Even though Donna had told me to, there was that “naughty” feeling. However, I quickly got into it as Liz began to respond. It was obvious that she had never had head from someone who really wanted to give it to her. I gently, tenderly caressed her nether lips with mine, nibbling, then sucking, then bathing her flesh with my tongue. When I began to dance my tongue around her clit, she went crazy, bucking wildly as she came violently.
As she calmed, she said thank you. It was obvious she really meant it, that she hadn’t experienced it quite like that before. When I continued to caress her thighs and then her tender sex again, bringing her back up, it was apparent that she was surprised, “Oh, God. Again?” And then, “Oh Fuck. Oh, yes!” I lost myself in my labour; my cock straining painfully against it’s tormenting restraint.

After I had taken her over the top for the sixth time, her thighs locked about my head as she cried out in her most intense orgasm. I let her come down off her high and began again, but this time she pushed me away gently, “I can’t. I can’t take anymore right now.”
I lay my head on the bed next to her lovely butt. Eventually she sat up and looked at my straining cock. She smiled wickedly, “You know, life’s not really fair at all. A guy who wouldn’t care if I even came would want me to go down on him. And here is a guy who is completely selfless, one that I would love to have pounding into me, and I have to leave you tormented and wanting.” She reached down and handled the cage, “Still, if you can live with the consequences, we could cut this off and I could give you the fucking of your life.”
I actually thought about it for a minute. Then I shook my head no; “I want to fuck you so bad it hurts, but no. I got myself into this and I want to stick with it.”
“Oh, well then. Thank you for taking care of me. Hand me your phone.”
She hit the dial back function. “Donna? I just wanted to say thank you, that was incredible. Is he always that willing, or is it just because he is locked up?” After a pause, “You lucky bitch!” Laughter, then, “Thanks again!”
“Oh, yeah. Have you never seen it? This is his first day? Oh, I do feel privileged.”
“You wouldn’t believe it. I’ve never seen one that purple before! It’s hard not to feel sorry for him. But on the other hand, it’s kinda like being able to get back at all the bastards through him!”
“Oh, it’s on the same floor, all the way at the other end, though.”
“Oh, shit. Are you sure?!”
“Ok!” Laughing, she handed me back the phone. I said hello, but Donna had already hung up. I looked at Liz quizzically.

“She says for me to give your room key to you, but not your clothes.” She handed me the door card, and threw my clothes onto the bed next to her. Then she curled up under the covers, “Ok, loverboy. Get out.”
As I ran back to my room, my tortured cock flapping painfully, praying that nobody would see me, I was actually thinking happy thoughts. Donna had always told me that I was incredibly good at cunnilingus, but I had always wondered if she was just trying to stroke my fragile male ego, as all women know how to do. Liz had no reason to lie! If I had been lousy, she would have just told me so! As usual, the door card did not work for me the first three times I tried to open the door. I looked down the hall just in time to see the older woman looking in shock at my bare buttocks disappearing into my room.
As I leaned against the inside of the door, catching my breath, I wondered what in the hell I had gotten myself into. If I only knew the limits of my loving wife’s imagination, or should I say the lack thereof. The adventure had only just begun.
I took a cold shower in an attempt to quell my erection, but it was in vain. I tried to be good, but could not help trying to get to my cock as I lay in bed. I could neither remove the tube nor cause any significant sensations. A seemingly steady stream of pre-cum seeped from my poor manhood. I watched the news for a while, trying to get my mind off my “problem”. Finally, after awhile I drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened several times throughout the night by nocturnal erections.
I was awakened the next morning by a phone call from Donna. She asked me teasingly if I had slept well. I returned a strained laugh and said that it hadn’t been a “hard” sleep. I relayed to her the difficulties I’d had getting into the room and my attempt at gaining some relief through a shower. She asked a number of questions, obviously intrigued at my torment and how I was reacting to it. Donna told me that I should think of her often today. I replied that it would not be problem. She told me that she was so horny she couldn’t stand it. She explained to me that she had taken the day off and that Terry was coming over.
“Are you ok with that?”
“Do you mean am I jealous, or can I handle it because I can’t cum?”
She hesitated for a moment, “I mean that I’ve never done this without you here. I have to make sure you can handle it.”
I paused for a moment this time, “Look. It is going to drive me absolutely nuts. I will be jealous and I wish I were there, making love to you. However, I also love the torment. I am not going to be upset with you. I just have to make sure that I am not going to lose you because I’m not taking care of you.”
She was quick to explain that I wasn’t going to lose her. Terry was just to keep her sated, because she wasn’t supposed to be teased and being without me while knowing I was caged was driving her nuts. “You know how I used to page you whenever I came when you were at work, when I masturbated?”
“Of course I remember.”
“Well, while you are gone, I’m going to be cumming too much to do that. So each time you get the 10-98 page, it will mean that Terry got to cum inside me!”‘
“Oh, shit. You are vicious. I love it!”
I got at least a dozen pages that day. In addition, if that wasn’t bad enough, when I got to my seminar, I discovered that Liz was at the hotel for the same event. She was an attorney from another major city, albeit one several hundred miles from my city. Worse, it seemed like every time that I looked her way she was leaning over talking to another woman, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. This was going be a very, very long week.
As we broke for lunch that day, Liz strode over to my table and, with that same mischievous smile, asked if I wanted to go to lunch with her and her friends. I tried to excuse myself politely, but she wouldn’t have it. She insisted. Therefore, for the next hour to hour and a half I got to be teased by half a dozen women. I was terrified that I would leave a stain of precum on my trousers as my cock throbbed uncontrollably. I was going nuts and the women were obviously enjoying it. Liz began telling the others about her “best lover” story, going into great detail about what they had done together and describing with great zeal how huge his manhood had been. At first, she ignored me, and the others picked up on her evil idea. Each of them shared stories about their love lives as if I wasn’t there, although I could tell they were taking great pleasure in watching me continuously shifting in my seat. CHAPTER 2 easy street He’s teased by a group of women.   Squirming not just because I was attempting to gain some comfort for my own manhood, but also because I was very uncomfortable listening to their racy talk. Finally, one of the women, a brunette from Dallas , bumped the tease up a notch. In her heavy southern drawl she asked, “So, Bryan , is it true men hate to go down on women? I’ve never had one that really seemed to get into it.”
“I, uh, ah, well..” I blushed crimson, as Liz couldn’t prevent herself from giggling. “Come on, Bryan . We’re all friends here, fess up.”
Although I tried to look off into the distance and not make eye contact, I could tell from my peripheral vision that they were all looking at me with amused expressions.
“I, um, ah hell. I love going down on women. I love the feel of their sex on my face. I could go down on women for hours. I love to feel them when they have orgasms.”
To my surprise, the conversation took on a more serious tone. A blonde from somewhere in Indiana spoke, “I can’t take more than one orgasm that way. It must drive you nuts then.”
I still couldn’t bring myself to look directly at them, but I answered quietly, “Then you just haven’t had someone love you that way that really was into it. Sure, you’re sensitive after an orgasm. But if the guy is gentle with you and lets you come down a little bit first, you can handle?.” I hesitated for a moment; “I’ve given my wife as many as six or seven orgasms that way before.”
“Bullshit.”
I was ready to run. It was bad enough baring my secrets to these strange women without being told I was a liar. Then Liz spoke up, “No, dear, it’s not B. S. He gave me five just last night!”
Now I got more looks. Ranging from surprised to amused. In addition, I got a little “turnabout is fair play” as I saw at least a couple of the women squirming in their seats.
A mildly heavyset woman in her thirties from Boston asked, “That could take over an hour. Don’t you like to, you know?”
“Of course I do. But I feel a little differently about it, even when I’m not locked up.” They all looked at Liz with ‘I swear we didn’t tell looks’. It was my turn to laugh; “I saw you all talking. Anyway, even with normal sexual relations, I know that I will get mine. Us guys get there easily. In addition, I love the watching and feeling women cum. It is so satisfying.”
One of them asked me how I could stand to be locked up.
“Well, that part of it I guess you could call a perversion. I love to be teased and tormented. In addition, to give up control. I mean, don’t get me wrong. It drives me absolutely crazy. It makes me want sex a thousand times more when I’m locked up.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Sometimes it does. The constant pressure can drive me mad sometimes. I know I’m weird, but I love it. You know how foreplay is as important as the act itself. The build up that you experience?”
There were several nods with knowing looks and a couple of sarcastic looks with comments like, “If you say so”, or “I wouldn’t know.”
It was difficult for me to talk about this, and I hesitated a little before continuing, “Well, the entire time I’m locked up, not being able to cum, is like that. I’m on a constant sexual high. Its not that I don’t want sex at all-I want it so badly it hurts, but the constant sexual tension is beyond description.”
The women all looked at me intently, waiting to hear if I had anything else to say.
“This is new to me, as I’m sure Liz has told you. And I discovered a definite drawback today.” I paused, shook my head in a “never mind” gesture and blushed.
Audra, a rather well endowed girl from Tuscon, looked at me sympathetically, “Come on, it’s ok. We want to hear it. It’s not everyday we get to hear what a man really thinks.”
I worked up my courage and finally continued.
“I know you’ll think I’m a pig, but hear me out please. We men always notice women, we are very visually oriented?”
I got several “no kidding” looks.
“But I am so wound up, I doubt if I actually took in a tenth of what was said today in the seminar. However, my senses are definitely heightened. I gestured toward the blonde from Indiana , “I noticed that you twirl that beautiful hair habitually, and it is very sexy.” I looked at the advocate from Dallas , “And Mary, every time I hear your southern accent it makes me throb, it is so hot.” I looked downwards for a moment, and then looked at a woman from Denver , “That mini skirt you’re wearing has been driving me nuts. Every time you cross your legs, I can see the muscles in your thighs and picture them wrapped around me. And of course I can’t look at Liz without it bringing her scent and taste to mind.”
Several of them looked from me to Liz with an envious look in their eyes. It made me feel so good to know they all wanted what I had been able to give her.
Our lunch arrived so the conversation stopped for a little while. Then it turned back to business issues for a few minutes.
After we’d all finished eating, Liz looked at me with a gleam in her eye. I thought “uh-oh”, apprehensive about what was about to happen next.
She feigned sweetness as she asked if she could borrow my cellular phone. Against my better judgement, I handed it over. She hit the dial back button and waited.
“Hi, Donna? This is Liz. Oh, well it turns out that Bryan and I are attending the same seminar! Yeah, it is isn’t it?” She listened for a moment, got a mischievous look on her face, and then continued, “Well, we are having lunch at the moment. In addition, I have to admit, I was so taken with your husband’s talents last night, and I couldn’t keep it to myself. I have about a dozen very jealous ladies sitting with me right now. And they are all very amused about our male associate’s predicament.” She laughed for a bit, and it was obvious that Donna was doing the same from the other side of the conversation. I couldn’t help but think that at this point women from all over the country that I may have to deal with in the future know about my particular “kink” now. Not exactly what I’d had in mind when I ordered my little torture device.
“So anyway, I was wondering just how liberal you might be willing to be with the use of his services?” I about fell out of my chair. Oh, shit!
There was a pause as Liz listened to Donna.
“Oh, of course not. I’ll make sure they all know that he is not allowed to cum. I gotta tell you, after I told them about last night; it’s his magic tongue they are interested in anyway!” She listened again, then looked at me as if I’d just been sentenced to a horrible fate, “Aww, are you sure you want us to do that? Well, ok, I’m sure we’ll all enjoy it! It’s just that he is such a nice guy. However, we can pretend he’s one of the assholes we’ve all had to deal with before, and I’m sure we’ll do fine. Hold on a sec, ok?”
She covered the phone and addressed the other women, whose attention she had certainly secured, ” Bryan ‘s wife has graciously agreed to allow all of us to use him as much as we want during our stay, isn’t that great?!” They all looked at their new toy, who was currently crimson. Then they looked back at Liz, “The only rules are that we can’t leave any marks where they can be seen above his clothing; we can’t make his circumstances common knowledge; and we have to tease and torment him as much as possible.” She listened to the phone for a moment and added, “She says that we should whip him daily, or any time we need to vent our frustrations. We can do anything we want to do to or with him; he just can’t be allowed to cum.”
She listened for a moment, then handed me the phone. “She wants to talk to you. Boy are you going to have a rough week!”
I took the phone and put it up to my ear. If it was possible, I turned even redder as I realized that Liz had managed to conceal the fact that Donna was getting fucked as they talked. Liz saw the look on my face and laughed uproariously. She then motioned them all to lean closer to her as she explained while I talked on the phone. There were more laughs and a couple of “Oh my Gods”.
Donna’s breathing was ragged and she spoke haltingly, “Are you there?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh, God this is so fucking hot. I want you to make me proud, ugh, ugh, oh fuck?.” There was a pause as she apparently reached a lengthy climax. I shifted in my chair as my cock tried to expand in vain.
She made a mewling sound, and spoke again between pants, “In case you are wondering, Terry is lying on our bed and I am straddling him, riding his cock, ugh, umm, ohh?? He wants you to know that he appreciates your little perversion. It’s made me so hot that he has gotten laid repeatedly since you’ve been gone, oh, oh, fuck yes?” I could tell she was pounding onto his cock relentlessly as she had ridden me so often in the past. Then she slowed down for a moment, grinding herself onto his cock so she could talk, “I have told Liz that you are to do anything they ask. It turns me on to think of you giving all of those women the orgasms you are so good at giving, and not getting anything for yourself! Don’t you wish it were you that I was riding? Are you suffering, lover?”
I hesitated. Did she want to hear that I couldn’t take this anymore? Did she want an excuse to stop the games? On the other hand, was she really enjoying my torment? I finally decided that I should just tell her the truth and whatever happened, happened.
“Yes on both counts, ma’am. I really wish it were me. I’m going nuts.”
“Good! Do you still have that earpiece for your cell phone? Great. Put in on, since we have free long distance, you can listen to Terry getting what you can’t have while you go about your business! I’m going to put the phone on the bed. I’ll just hang up when I’m done teasing you. Bye, now!”
I attached the earpiece to the phone and the phone to my belt. Therefore, for the next hour, whether I was talking to the ladies or some male contemporaries, or sitting in class, I was listening to the erotic sounds of my wife and one of best friends fucking wildly. Every once and awhile one of them would tell me what sexual position they were in, laughing at my torment. Donna is very vocal during sex and I listened to her experience numerous orgasms. I listened to Terry going down on her and her swallowing his sizable cock as only she can. At least twice, I had to listen to Terry groaning and moaning, “Oh, fuck” as he came inside my wife. I could envision his cock buried balls deep in her sex as he exploded into her. I had to go to the bathroom and wrap tissue around my cock cage; terrified that the copious amounts of precum my tortured cock was constantly dripping would stain my trousers.
The women in the class didn’t help any either. They positioned themselves around my seat as if securing their property. Now that I had made the mistake of sharing with them how in tune I was to every sensuous movement they made, they made those moves often. In addition, they each seemed to revel in sharing knowing glances with me. I can’t possibly convey to you how long that afternoon was.
Finally, after screaming through a remarkably intense orgasm (the women around me in class looked over because they heard it) Donna disconnected the phone without comment or ceremony, leaving me to wonder if they had finished or not. I put my phone away, almost thankful. I didn’t think I could take much more.
I actually managed to focus on the subject matter in the class for the last couple of hours. Sort of. The women were having a great deal of fun at my expense.
It dawned on me that each of these women planned to make use of me. It was an incredible ego boost, and at the same time disconcerting. How was I going to manage them? On the other hand, was I just being silly? I decided that I was. I would probably end up sitting in my room alone watching TV. They were just pulling my chain. I don’t think I’m that special.
Liz was sitting at the same table I was sitting at, about three women to my left. The seminar was to end at five. At about four-thirty, I noticed that the women were passing a note to me, which Liz had written. I opened it and read.
After class go back to your room. I will try to manage your time for you. Take a shower and relax. I’ll try to buy you an hour. However, at six-thirty you need to be ready. Don’t get dressed and have a seat at the table by the window. Leave the key card in the card reader on the door. You wouldn’t want to explain to the front desk why you were asking for a dozen extra key cards would you? Trust me, sweetheart. –Liz
I had to dart past everyone to get back to my room. As I rounded the corner towards the elevators after leaving the lobby, I glanced back to see Liz motioning for all the women to come over to her, then talking to them quietly.
I took my clothes off, thankful to be able to relax. The tissue and my underwear were soaked with precum. I couldn’t believe that I could produce that much without cumming. My cock was as hard as it could get, straining against the clear plastic of the CB 3000. My balls were swollen, filled to capacity with no hope for relief. I enjoyed the shower, letting the water cascade over my body, trying to take my mind off my penis. I towelled off and picked up the room since I expected company. Finally, I seated myself by the window and waited. My imagination began to work overtime. The key card was in the reader outside. Anybody could come in. What if a thief decided to make use of the opportunity? On the other hand, what if security saw it and came in to tell me about it? Alternatively, another member of the hotel staff? Which of the women would come in first? Would any of them? Or was this just a joke they were playing on me? Did any of them have friends with my company; and would they make a phone call to “out” me?
At six-thirty-five, the door opened. I couldn’t see it from where I sat, so the apprehension and tension went up markedly. I asked myself what kind of freak I was as my cock attempted to rise also. Liz walked into my view. Since she had already seen my chastity tube, I stood, as a gentleman should. She laughed gently, impressed by my southern courtesy. She motioned for me to sit, then sat on the bed near me, reaching out to take my hand.
“So, how are you doing?”
I relaxed a little bit. I explained that I still had apprehensions about them thinking I was just a disgusting pervert. That I had been trying to figure out if this was all a realization of my wildest fantasies or if they were all playing a big joke on the pathetic sicko.
“If you are a pervert, then so are we. I’ve spoken with the other girls. They all want to find out what you can do with that tongue of yours. I hope you meant what you said about being able to go down on women for hours, cause you are going to be one busy little boy. I think you can depend on them to be discreet. All but a couple of them have husbands or boyfriends.”
She stood and moved behind me, massaging my shoulders and caressing my back as she continued, “We’re going to let each other know when we are done with you, so that everybody isn’t here at once. And that way the rest of us can be going and doing other things too. I’ve already got to use you, so we all decided that I would go last. I just came over to tell you what was going on. We also decided that your curfew is two in the morning, so that you can get enough sleep to go to classes.” She couldn’t help herself. She reached down and lifted my caged member, studying it as she spoke to me softly, “So, do you still like being chaste? I don’t think he does.”
I put my arm around her. “I know it’s weird, because I am fighting the temptation to throw you on the bed and fuck you for all I’m worth, even though I know I can’t. I want to cum so bad I can’t stand it. But at the same time I’m loving every minute of this.”
She mussed my hair playfully. Then she silently stood and walked from the room.

I heard the door open and heard her laugh, then heard her say, “Have fun!” I guess the first of the women had been waiting outside. My heart rate seemed to double. I felt as if my temperature went up five degrees in a second.
Mary walked in and stopped as soon as I came into her view. We looked at each other momentarily taking each other in. Her southern drawl was barely detectable as she softly said, “Stand up.”
I stood, causing my imprisoned cock to become visible to her. I waited to see if she was going to double over in laughter or run from the room. She did laugh, but it was a gentle, amused chuckle that was obviously not malicious. There was a gleam in her eyes as she told me to come to her. Then she told me to turn around. When I did so she made my cock throb as her Texas accent proclaimed, “Nice ass.” Then she reached out and caressed by butt. Donna had always told me that my ass was what first made her notice me and commented often on how much she liked it. So now, something else had been reaffirmed.
Mary turned me around and held me close, then kissed me. I returned the kiss with fervour, caressing her bare arms as I did so. She commented that I was a good kisser, then backed up a step and took hold of my caged manhood, examining it. She turned it this way and that curiously, then dropped it and began to remove her clothing. She had a beautiful body and I told her so.
After she had removed all of her clothing she asked, “Ok, you’re supposed to be the expert. So what do we do now?”
I gently lay her down on the bed on her back, placing a pillow beneath her head and another beneath her buttocks. I forced myself to concentrate on her, trying to ignore the incessant call to arms from my groin. “What I do now is worship your beautiful body. What you do now is relax and focus only on yourself and your sensations. The only other thing for you to do is tell me when you want more of something or when something is right..”
With that, I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, caressing her lips with mine, slowly fucking her mouth with my tongue. She moaned and returned my passion in her kiss and her caresses. I moved to her neck and shoulders, taking my time. Then I moved to her breasts as I caressed her arms and sides with my fingers lightly. I kissed, sucked and tongued her breasts, teasing her nipples but not neglecting the tender flesh surrounding them. I worked my way slowly down her abdomen until I reached her nether regions. I found that she was shaved, which I love. A bare pussy is a thrill because of the way it feels on my lips and because it lays the flesh open to more sensations from my ministrations. I could feel her tense up a little bit. I don’t know why so many women are self-conscious about their sex, feeling as if it should repulse their lover. Are there that many men out there that do feel that way? I caressed her thighs with my fingertips as I told her how beautiful her sex was, and how her scent was so sweet. It worked. She relaxed, and moved her hands down to entwine her fingers in my hair. I softly caressed her mons with my tongue, then covered it with my mouth and caressed it with my lips. I parted her lips with my tongue, then buried my face within them. Oh, my God I love this!
Her moans made her pleasure obvious as I fucked her with my tongue, then I bathed her with it until I found her clit. I gently massaged her clit and she bucked up against me. It was time to dart my tongue across and back and forth, alternating my movements until she grasped my hair and literally screamed through the intensity of her orgasm. I covered her entire sex with my mouth and let her fuck my face until she had worked through it. Then I tenderly made love to her thighs, ass and nether lips until she again pushed against my face. She was ready for another so I again began my loving assault on her clit.
After her second orgasm, I guess Mary had enough focus that she decided it was time to tease me while I went about my task. She obviously recalled what I had said about her Texas accent. As worked her through several more orgasms she talked dirty to me in that southern drawl, telling me to fuck her with my tongue, letting me know how much she loved my ministrations. Already aroused beyond reason by going down on her, I thought her voice was going to make my cock burst right out of its cage.   I got her back, though! I had some other tricks up my sleeve, so to speak. As she was bucking through one of her climaxes, I suddenly grasped her buttocks and stabbed my tongue into her little brown hole. Then added sensations sent her into frenzy and she practically leapt of the bed as she screamed through what seemed like and endless orgasm. “Oh, God, Oh fuck, Oh, you fucking bastard! Yes, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me!!!!” It sounded so damned hot in her Texas tongue.
When Mary had finally had, enough we cuddled for a few minutes. I caressed her to calm her down. We talked about our families and our careers, then; at length decided it was time to part. Mary said she knew the other girls were waiting for her to finish. She got dressed and left me with a tender kiss.
The next several hours were a blur. Several women came and went, and I happily serviced them all. I felt at once sorry for and happy for the girl from Indiana after our liaison was done. I remembered what she had said at lunch about not being able to have more than one orgasm and had detected her disdain for men’s lack of attention to, uh, detail. I started her with a full body massage, telling her to relax and let me do everything, to let me worship her body as she focused only on herself. I had gone down on her as she lay on the end of the bed, with me kneeling between her legs. I made sure to tell her how beautiful she was and how honoured I was to make love to her. Her sex was covered with a thick bush of pubic hair. It was truly beautiful, although I do prefer the shaved pubis because of how much more sensitive it is. She had a lot of tension built up, and I worked hard to make sure I released as much of it as I could. I was so happy and proud as I took her through her tenth shattering orgasm, her convulsions and cries inspiring me. When she gently pushed me away because she couldn’t take any more, I knelt up in front of her on my knees. She sat up and pulled my face to her bosom and?cried. I held her as tightly as she held my face to her as her sobs wracked her body for several minutes. When she had calmed down, she tilted my head up and looked into my eyes, saying thank you for what I have given her. For showing her that this type of loving really was out there. Then she kissed me tenderly and stood.
I never even got her name. To this day, she is ” Indiana ” in my mind. After she left I lay on the bed for a few minutes, basking in the joy of having really affected someone on a level deeper than sex. My attempted erection had actually subsided for the first time all day. Not because she hadn’t aroused me, but because my satisfaction from her was more emotional than sexual. Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not talking about love when I say she affected me emotionally. I love Donna. It’s just that I felt I had changed her perspective on more that just sex and it was very rewarding.
I had a few minutes to recuperate after Indiana . Then several more women came in and I was thrilled to send them away satisfied. In one encounter, two of them who were close friends actually came in together. They lay me on my back and alternated—one of them would ride my tongue while the other one sat astride my poor tormented cock-taking great pleasure in tormenting it even more. While one of their muscular bodies muffled my hearing I heard them say something about being sorry for punishing me so, but they were working off feelings about asshole boyfriends. After they were finished riding me they had me stand against the wall, facing it and placing my hands behind my head. I wondered what was going on until I first felt the sting of my own belt against my ass. They took turns lashing my buttocks with the belt with incredible force until they were both exhausted. Now it was my turn to cry. After they were done, they dressed and left without a word.
Another notable experience was with Audra, the very well endowed Tuscon beauty. She told me to undress her. As I did so, I stared in amazement at her fantastic breasts. They were large, firm and perfectly shaped. In addition, there was no silicone involved. When I unfastened her bra, they swung free and jiggled sexily. I knelt as I pulled down her jeans and her panties, coming face to face so to speak with her well-trimmed pubis. She was not shaved, but I could tell she paid attention to her sex. Her pubic hair formed a soft light brown downy covering over her nether lips.
Audra lay me down on my back on the bed. Then she asked if I had my handcuffs with me. I told her where to find them and she secured my wrists to the headboard, straddling my chest as she did so. I could smell her moistened cunt and my cock strained against its cage. She leaned down to kiss me, then placed her pendulous breasts to my waiting mouth. I kissed and sucked them ravenously, tonguing the silver dollar sized areola. She laughed, “You like those, don’t you, little boy?” My only answer was a moan of pleasure. After a few moments, Audra lifted herself up and turned around. I felt those incredible breasts mould themselves to my torso as she lowered her pussy to my lips. I began making love to her sex like a madman. I didn’t think this could get any better, then she almost drove me insane. She began attending to my straining cock. At least as much as she could while it was imprisoned. The CB 3000 has a slit in the tip so the wearer can urinate, and then three vent holes on both the top and bottom for cleaning. She worked the cage in her mouth as if she were giving me a blowjob, then stuck her tongue in through the slits, and sucked and tended to my balls. Oh, man how I needed that attention! I worked as hard as I could to take her to orgasm after crashing orgasm to show my appreciation.
After she shuddered through her last climax, she let me make love to those fantastic breasts again, then kissed me. “I think I’ll leave you cuffed up for the next girl. I’ll put the key on the dresser.”
With that, she dressed and left me with a smile.
I lay there waiting for the next girl to appear. Unbeknownst to Audra or to me, she had been the last one. Therefore, after awhile I drifted off to sleep, hoping housekeeping wouldn’t be the ones to find me cuffed to my bed the next morning. I was exhausted, and slept well, at least when I was asleep. Numerous times during the night, “Mr. Happy” woke me as he tried to escape in vain from his prison.
I was sleeping at eight a.m. when I heard the door opening. From where I was restrained, I could not see the door. Not knowing who was going to be viewing me cuffed naked to the bed in a few seconds woke me up very quickly. Was it Liz? One of the other women? On the other hand, was I about to hear a maid scream as she found the pervert in the room she as about to clean? My heart rate raced, and at the same time, my cock rose quickly to the limits of its entrapped tumescence. I heard the door close softly. A moment passed, then another. I heard what sounded like the rustling of clothing, perhaps being removed. At least that meant it wasn’t a maid. But who was it?
Finally Mary appeared, walking into my view already nude, her huge nipples erect. I began to breathe easier, but it didn’t last long. I thought my heart would stop altogether, when a man stepped into the room behind her, nude except for his boxer shorts. I scared myself silly; trying to figure out how I could at once want to rip myself loose and run from the room while my cock throbbed in excitement inside its cage. I am not gay! Then it hit me. What turned me on WAS the uncertainty. Part of why I liked the chastity was the complete lack of control and the humiliation. Apparently, Mary had figured this out, or at least had instincts to draw her to it. On the other hand, perhaps she simply was focused on herself and the affect it might have on me didn’t enter into it.
I didn’t think I could get any more excited. Wrong again. When Mary saw that my body was betraying me as my throbbing attempt at a hard on strained against the cage she began laughing at me with that Texas twang. I thought I was going to cum in spite of my condition. I sure as hell wanted to! Realizing what the humiliation was doing to me, Mary took the conscious tact of ignoring me. She began talking dirty to the other guy much as she had spoken to me the previous evening. She kissed him deeply, then worked her way down his chest and abdomen. Obviously, she had never been with him before, because when she pulled his boxer shorts down she was as shocked as I was. The biggest cock I have ever seen sprang free, and it wasn’t even hard yet. Mary cried out, “Oh, my Gawd, David, you didn’t tell me about this!”
My eyes must’ve looked like saucers. A huge slab of meat hung down from his midsection, stretching almost to his knees and as thick as her arms! The head was bulbous and at least half again as thick as his cock. I was at the same time envious and terrified that she may intend to use me with that thing. Mary began kissing it and sucking on it like a sex crazed slut. He had incredible control. Finally, after a couple of minutes it began to rise and harden. Mary moaned in what sounded like passionate desperation until it reached its full capacity. Damnit! It was at least 12 inches long and looked like a bat. Mary lay on the bed at my feet and demanded, “Fuck me! I’ve got to feel you inside me!” CHAPTER 3 easy street He continues his life of chastity.   “David” finally spoke. He reached between her legs and fingered her sweet honey pot that I had so recently devoured. She bucked up against him, as he said, “Aren’t you forgetting something? You had a plan, remember?”
Mary stretched her neck so that she could look at me. Moaning, “yeah, you’re right. Help me, I’ve got to hurry!” With that she took the keys to the cuffs and released me, but not for long. She took one arm and David took the other. I did not resist, and soon found myself spread eagle, this time with my head at the foot of the bed, right at the edge. Mary had brought some rope, and my wrists were tied to the legs of the bed, ankles tied to the headboard.
Mary quickly lowered her sopping cunt to my face. She was turned facing the foot of the bed. I didn’t have to be told what to do and soon she was rocking back and forth against my tongue. She cried out in her first orgasm within seconds and didn’t even slow down. I looked upwards from her sweet pussy to see David fondling and sucking on those beautiful breasts, which hung above me, two tender yet firm globes. After a couple of minutes and another orgasm, Mary lay down on top of me. My view now was of her ass and pussy, the V of her beautiful buttocks resting on my chin. Before I knew it that huge cock appeared in my view. It dropped heavily on to my face, but only for a second. He placed the huge head against her velvety pussy lips. How could he possibly fit that thing inside of her?! He teased her with it until she almost screamed, “Stop teasing me! Give it to me, now!”
He slowly began to push into her. I could smell her sweet scent as I stared in amazement. Within an inch of my face, that monster was slowly disappearing into her cunt. Her nether lips enveloped it, sliding across it as it slid across my nose. I didn’t think it would ever end! She bucked against him, cursing in that sexy accent as she pulled him to her, ignoring me. She began fucking back against him until the entire thing was buried to the hilt. Unfortunately, for me this meant that his huge balls were now resting on my face, impairing my view of her. Once he had stretched her to her limits, she came violently, crying out in ecstasy. Her juices ran down the crack of her ass and into my waiting mouth. I licked them up like a mad man, then began tonguing the globes of her ass, wanting to contribute in some way to her joy. I found myself inadvertently licking across the underside of those huge balls occasionally. I was beyond caring at this point.
Once Mary had come down from her tremendous orgasm, David began to slowly saw his incredible piston in and out of her stretched love box. They settled into a rhythm. I watched in fascination as that cock, twice the length and girth of my tormented meat, slammed in and out of her while she met him stroke of stroke. I was humiliated beyond belief and at the same time I was in heaven. Alternately, his huge balls would slap my face, and then the tender globes of her ass would envelop my mouth. I began darting my tongue out when I could, stabbing it into her little rose bud. I couldn’t tell if I was having any affect on her at all, because she was thrashing about and sobbing in ecstasy from the vigorous fucking she was getting from David. I couldn’t believe his staying power! He fucked her long and hard, slamming in and out of her violently for at least a half an hour. Each time she would cum, she bore down on me, and dug her fingernails into my sides.
Finally, David groaned and grunted as I watched his ball sack draw up tight. I knew what was “cumming” and so did Mary. She bore down on my face as he lodged himself as deeply into her as he could. He cried out, “Oh, fuck!” as he filled her with cum. I didn’t think he would ever stop. Much to my surprise and to Mary’s joy he began to stroke that huge slab of meat in and out of her again. He hadn’t even lost his erection!
Mary said, “Wait”, and pushed him off her. My respite was short lived, however. She simply turned over so that she was now in a “69” with me. She sat up momentarily and I watched as all of their mixed cum dripped out of her. I was mortified, but also incredibly aroused. I opened my mouth, preferring it in my mouth than sliding down my face. This had been a fantasy of mine for years! I stared up at her moist, beautiful pussy as she hovered over me for a few moments, then suddenly she dropped her lovely sex down onto my face. She ground it back and forth, up and down. The overwhelming feeling of her tender lips meshing with my lips and tongue took my mind off the cum filling my mouth. I tried to swallow their juices as quickly as I could, intent on getting my tongue to work on her, wanting to be involved in her pleasure somehow. I began dancing my tongue across her swollen clit even as their cum slid down it.
I was thrilled to hear Mary sigh and then moan in pleasure at my ministrations. She remained still for a few moments as I made love to her with my mouth. Then she leaned forward, laying flat across my chest and abdomen. She wrapped her arms around my thighs, digging her nails into my legs. I could feel her hot breath on the small portions of my cock that was exposed enough to feel it. My manhood throbbed desperately as I brought her to an intense orgasm. I continued my happy work, lost in her steaming sex. Suddenly that rock hard erection came into my view as David slowly pushed it into Mary. Suddenly his balls were slapping my face as he plunged into her. I couldn’t decide whether I was more jealous of David because he was causing the joyous cries coming from Mary, or because HIS cock could get hard!
I could feel Mary’s magnificent breasts pressed against my stomach, her thighs against the side of my face, her face against my leg. Once he had hit bottom, David seemed to mesh with Mary and stayed there. I could feel his hands massaging her breasts and felt his weight on her. I sensed that he was kissing her back and shoulders. It was if I wasn’t even there, yet I was intimately involved. His throbbing cock was hard and buried in the beautiful pussy that I so happily made love to with my mouth, while my throbbing cock strained against its prison. I had gotten used to the feeling of manhood against the cage, but the frustration felt new each and every time. Which is one of the reasons I love it so.
I felt the weight above me increase and then suddenly decrease. The cock above me slid out of that beautiful female body slowly until the huge head rested against her lips. Unintentionally my tongue, which had been darting across her clit, passed across that head, my first taste of a cock, fleeting though it was. David slid in and out slowly several times and I could hear Mary groan, “Oh, God, yes. Do me, fuck me good.” It seemed to take forever for that impossibly long piston to pass through my view each time. Then he began to gradually increase his pace until he was slamming it in almost violently, his balls slapping against my face and her sex each time.
Mary buried her face into my leg as she muffled her screams each time she rose through an orgasm. Her sopping pussy dripped her juices onto my face as I tried to keep on her clit, occasionally tonguing his cock as they moved above me. I lost count of her orgasms, loving the feel of her fingernails digging into my thighs each time she did so. For David’s part, he appeared to have forgotten my presence altogether, repeatedly pounding that huge cock into Mary’s tender cunt. I lost track of time, but I think that they kept this up for at least half an hour. Finally, I noticed that his balls had drawn up close to his body. He grunted as he pushed all the way into her and stayed there. Then he kept pushing over and over as if he were trying to push his balls in too. Mary cried out passionately as his cum jetted into her body.
As if to rub in the fact that their minds were on each other, and that my presence was only secondary, David let his body fall heavily onto her back, placed his arms around her as they basked in the afterglow of their ecstasy. The musk of their conjoined bodies wafted into my nostrils driving me wild even more. Finally, David pulled out slowly, letting his softening manhood plop onto my face. I was so humiliated as he laughed, and Mary laughed with him. Without him to “cork” her, a flood of their juices began to pour out of her into my mouth. Then she sat up, forcing me to work double time to take it all in and clean her up. They again forgot about me as they kissed and caressed each other. At least I thought I’d been completely forgotten until Mary shuddered and began rubbing her tender nether lips against my face, her orgasm coursing through her even as her other lips meshed with his.
When she had come down from the heights of her pleasure, she got up off the bed. She leaned down and kissed me, as sloppy as I was. “That was wonderful, thank you.” In addition, to my surprise, David put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Yeah, thanks. We’d a never done that if we didn’t know you wanted it. And it was fuckin’ great!” I truly was surprised. I figured David had lost all respect for me.
They worked together to release me, then invited me to take a shower with them. They both commented on my tortured cock as Mary soaped both of us men up, and then David and I shared the task of washing her. “Mr. Happy” never stopped throbbing, and precum dripped continuously from his prison. “Mr. Big”, as Mary called David’s member, grew as we showered to his impressive dimensions. Mary leaned against me for support, kissing me while David fucked her from behind until they both came again. Damnit, I needed to cum! My entire body was tensed and focused upon that one unattainable goal.
After our shower, my odyssey was finally over. The three of us got dressed and went about our business. The women all picked on me mercilessly of course. David on the other hand talked to me often as if we were best buddies, never saying anything at all about the threesome we shared with Mary. By the time we were to leave for our respective homes, I was half-crazy with lust. In a strange relationship, the girls teased me to constant distraction, but also helped me get through the classes because they knew all too well my “condition”. When the classes had all ended we each exchanged business cards and promised to stay in touch. Usually these are empty promises, but I had a feeling they weren’t this time. Especially when I told David that, my wife would probably love to meet “Mr. Big” in person.
I couldn’t wait to get home to share my experiences with Donna. I had a feeling that once she found out about them that I would find that my adventures had just begun. When she met me at the airport, I discovered that I was right.
Part II
On the drive home from the airport, Donna had me tell her about everything that occurred on my trip. While it was obvious that she was getting very aroused by the tale, I could also tell that she was analyzing the story for things that she could use later. She asked in-depth questions about what the women had done, and seemed very interested in the story about Mary, David and “Mr. Big”. She asked several questions about that last incident.
Rather than go straight home, we went out to dinner at her favourite restaurant. After we had ordered she reached across the table and held my hand, “So, now that you’ve actually experienced being chaste, tell me what you think.”
“I think that after all that happened, I am about to go mad. I have GOT to cum! I can’t wait to get home.”
Donna laughed softly, “Then you are really going to have a problem. I didn’t get to watch any of the torment you experience this week, so none of it counts. You will cum when I’m ready for you to do so. Understand?”
I shifted in my seat as an erection tried to grow in vain, “Yes, ma’am, but I gotta tell you it’s killing me.”
“Are you wanting to stop? To go back to the way it was? Think about your answer, because you can’t tease me with this, I am enjoying it too much. We aren’t doing this part time anymore. Either we do it all the way, or not at all.”
I really needed to cum badly. But I couldn’t even think of going back after experiencing what I’d gone through over the last week. Nothing was worth giving that up, and I told her so.
She smiled, relieved, “Good. That was definitely the answer I wanted. So, no turning back? If you can’t handle it, you need to tell me now. Because I want it to be permanent.”
I thought about that for a minute, “When you say permanent, what do you mean?”
“I mean for the rest of our lives.”
“But do you mean I will never get to cum again?”
Donna laughed wickedly and it took her awhile to answer, “No dear, of course not. But I do mean that you will only cum when I say, and that there could be extended periods between your orgasms. I could never completely ignore your needs, but the tease turns me on more than I ever expected it to. And we both know what it does to you.”
I stared down at the table for a few moments until she prompted me.
“So?”
I looked into her eyes and told her that this was my dream come true. And that I would happily abide by her wishes.
“Good! Then lets test that. Go into the men’s room and take off your underwear. Then bring them to me.”
“Of course I will do as you say. However, do you realize that I’ve been leaking precum like mad? It might show through without my underwear on.”
“Yes dear, I realize that. That’s what I had in mind. Good luck!”
As I walked back to the table, I noticed that Donna was grinning mischievously, watching me. And I knew why. Without my fairly tight underwear to hold it in place, my CB 3000 made an obvious tent in my khakis. Crap. It wouldn’t take much teasing for precum to stain the front of my slacks, and it looked like Donna intended to make certain that happened. I was right. No sooner had I sat down than I felt Donna’s foot rubbing my crotch. Then she started telling about what she was going to do with me when I earned an orgasm. And started to go into detail about some of the things I would be doing before then. My cock was throbbing by now. I glanced down and saw the spreading dark spot on my pants that I knew would be there.
When we had finished our meal and paid our check, she looked at me seriously, “O. K. honey, time to go.” I looked at her pleadingy, but she just shook her head and motioned for me to lead the way. I know that several people, mostly the females, noticed what looked like an impressive bulge in my pants and a very noticeable dark spot. It felt like everyone was staring at me, and it was apparent that several of them actually were.
I thought I had suffered a lot of humiliation until we made it to the car. Donna had the keys and before she would let me into the car, she demanded that I take all of my clothes off. Then she ordered me to chauffeur her around town in the nude, wearing only my cock cage. I concentrated intently on not violating any traffic laws! Chapter 1 hard road Donna likes it.   Donna met me at the airport. I had never seen her look so radiant, so ravenously sensuous. The gleam in her eye told me that she had definitely decided she liked our new arrangement.
She met me at the exit gate, and we got several stares from passersby as we kissed passionately for several minutes right there in the middle of the terminal. She reached her hand down to feel “Mr. Happy”, making sure that his cage was still secured. Her laughter was like music to my ears. That combined with her passion told me that not only was she incredibly turned on by our games, but that I didn’t have to worry about losing her. We walked hand in hand to my truck, which she had driven to the airport. We talked about the kids, about missing each other, and about the incredible sexual experiences we’d each had while I was away.
When we got to the truck she got in to drive. I was about to open the passenger door when I discovered it was locked. She lowered the window enough so that I could hear her, “Take of all of your clothes and hand them to me. Then I’ll let you in.”
I looked around nervously. What if someone saw me? I could get arrested!
It didn’t take me long to comply however, as the realization that the relief of my throbbing cock was totally in my loving wife’s control over rode an fears I may have had. Once I was completely naked I handed all of my clothes in through the window. The only apparel I had on now was my CB-3000, my prison.
Donna took her time, ignoring me as she looked into the rearview mirror to fix her lipstick and comb her hair. Then she nonchalantly hit the lock button and I scrambled inside.
Now she stopped the pretense of not having any interest in me. She turned sideways in the seat and pushed my legs apart. She hefted my tortured manhood, turning it this way and that as I groaned. After the sexual tension I had experience the last few days without any release it felt as if it weighed a ton and would break off with each movement she made.

“Poor baby. Mr. Happy is soooo purple and swollen. Does he hurt?”
I was almost apoplectic, “Unngh. A little. He feels like he could explode.”

“Aaaah. Poor thing. Mr. Happy has been so good to me over the years. He doesn’t deserve such torture, does he?” Talking in baby talk to my penis as she loves to do during foreplay. Suddenly I lurched in my seat as she tugged him almost violently upward, “Mmmmphh!”
She leaned over and whispered in my ear sadistically, “But you deserve it, don’t you, you little pervert?” With that she stuck her tongue in my ear, turned my head to hers and kissed me viscously before releasing me and starting the truck. The drive home was completely silent, and I began to wonder if I had been wrong about her enjoyment of my fantasies. I was thankful that it was dark when we drove home since I was completely naked. Well, almost.
Once we arrived home, Donna relaxed a bit. She had driven into the garage and ordered me into the house. I looked at her quizzically for a moment, hesitant. She understood immediately and didn’t reprimand me, “Its ok. The kids are all spending the night with friends. In fact, we have the entire weekend alone.”
Once inside, she told me to have a seat in the living room while she changed into something more comfortable. She returned wearing her Terri cloth robe and sat in the recliner instead of next to me on the couch. She motioned for me to come over and kneel in front of her on the floor, which I did. She leaned forward and mussed my hair playfully, then folded her legs up under her buttocks and relaxed in the chair. She looked at me a few moments as if gathering her thoughts, and then she finally spoke. There was no ire in her speech; it seemed we were having a normal husband/wife conversation.
“I told you when you first brought this chastity thing up to me that we would experiment with it for a month before I decided whether it would be more permanent or not. You’ve been on your trip for the first week, so I don’t really feel like that counts. Although just from the experience I’ve had in that week tormenting you and having the freedom to do what I want, I feel like I could make my decision right now. But I won’t.” She paused for a few moments before continuing, thinking about what she was going to say. I sat there listening intently.
“I told you last week that you may not know what you are getting yourself into. That is why I am not going to make my decision now. I want to put you through your paces, so to speak. Because it may end up being you that can’t handle this when you find out just how perverted I am.” She let that sink in for a moment, then, “Do you think that you can go for a month and let me do whatever I want? And I mean anything? The reason I am asking is because I love you and while I am enjoying this, it’s not worth losing you.”
I didn’t have to think about it. “Yes. Anything goes is music to my ears. That’s what it’s all about. And I am glad you are enjoying it.”
She leaned over and cupped my chin in her palm, “I am glad to hear you say that, lover. But you have to promise me that if after the first month you don’t still feel that way, you will tell me so.”
I tilted my head forward and kissed the palm of her hand. “I will. I promise. But I think I might surprise you.” Of course, although I was bundle of nerves wondering what she could possibly have in mind that could overwhelm my erotic desires, at that point I had absolutely no grasp of what things went through her mind.
Donna turned in the chair and spread her lovely legs. Then she beckoned me to my favorite place. While I had really enjoyed all the women I got to please with my tongue over the last week, I felt as if I was home. I leaned in and began to caress her nether lips with my tongue and mouth, sucking gently on them, then massaging them with my lips. I began bathing her sex with my flattened tongue until I sensed that she was ready, then I began darting my pointed tongue across her clit until she cried out in the first of eight orgasms.
After she’d had enough, she stood on wobbly legs and reached down for my hand. She led me to our bedroom. My heart raced! I was home and would finally get some relief for my tortured manhood. When we got to our bed she lay down and I lay next to her. She told me how wonderfully I had performed, and that she would tell me all of the ground rules for the next month in the morning. I looked at her and glanced down at “Mr. Happy”. She laughed mischievously, “Oh, that’s the first ground rule. Poor Mr. Happy doesn’t get to come out and play until the month is up.”
My heart sank. He felt as if he were going to burst now! In spite of myself, he was throbbing even harder at the thought of all the torment I was going to experience before he could gain release. Donna laughed again as she saw him twitching because of her words, “You truly are a pervert aren’t you, baby? Now get over here and cuddle me.”
As my mind raced I wrapped my arms around her and tried to relax. Before she drifted off to sleep she wriggled her butt against my cock, and whispered, “Yep. Not for a month.” She pressed back against me, and added, “At least.”
I drifted off to sleep, almost afraid to think about what that last comment had meant.
The next morning I awoke before Donna. Which is very unusual for a Saturday at our house. I am not an early riser and she is. But I had someone to wake me up, so to speak. You think that morning wood is a good alarm clock? Try having an insistently attempted morning wood. My cock still stood out from my body, but try as he might; he could not achieve erection. Just pressed ever more firmly against his plastic prison.
I got up and made breakfast and had it waiting for her when she awoke. She walked into the kitchen in her robe, smiling, telling me how she kinda liked this. We sat across from each other and ate our breakfast, talking like the lovers we are. After awhile, I inquired about the ground rules. It had of course been on my mind since I had awaked.
“Well, the first one you already know about. You will not be allowed to have an orgasm at least until the month is up.”
I swallowed hard, “Yeah, I was sort of wondering about the “at least” aspect of that?”
“Its simple. We know that this is going to last for a month. If we both decide after the month is up that we want it to continue, it will be up to me when you get to cum. Completely at my whim, right? Isn’t that what you said?”
“Yes, ma’am. Yes, ma’am it is.”
She took another bite, then continued, “That will be the second rule. When we are playing, you will address me as ma’am or Miss Donna. I don’t want you calling me mistress. You can even use that in front of the kids without them wondering what is going on. And as far as the kids go I’m sure we are agreed that they can’t know about this. We will behave normally around them. I may be tormenting you, but I don’t want this to affect the rest of our lifestyle.
I certainly agreed with that. Although work was going to be interesting while I was restrained.
“Next, you need to get into shape. Not that you are in horrible shape, but I want you to get rid of those love handles and tone up a bit. So each morning you will go for a run and start working out. I will find some chores for you around the house too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to use you as a slave to do housework. I will just have you doing things to get you in shape, or to humiliate you when I want.”
“When the kids are gone you will be nude around the house. If we go out, you will wear clothing of my choosing. We may have some guests as part of our play. The rule about you being nude applies when they are here also.”
I stared off into space for a moment, confused, “Ah, what about our friends not knowing about us?” She wasn’t offended by the question, “That applies, unless it is a friend that I decide I can trust to play with us.” She grinned seductively.
“I’m sure I will come up with more rules as we go along. Of course, it goes without saying that when I give you a command during our playtime, you will obey without question. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ok. I want you to get dressed; we have some shopping to do. I want you to wear some loose shorts and a nice shirt. No underwear.
Thirty minutes later we left the house. I had thought that loose shorts were pretty tame, and somewhat of a reprieve. Boy, was I wrong. The extra room gave my imprisoned manhood and balls, heavily laden with unspent cum, space to bounce around and rub up against the fabric of my shorts. This was made even worse as Mr. Happy continuously tried to grow, throbbing helplessly, when I saw what Donna was wearing. She had chosen her white sundress, sans panties or bra. She laughed mischievously when she saw my inevitable reaction. Her large swelling breasts pressed against the low cut dress, forming impressive cleavage that drew more than just my attention, her large areola and nipples more than obvious through the light fabric. The light billowy dress swirled and danced around her tanned legs as she walked and as the wind caught it, teasing me and any other male within view. Lastly, but certainly not least, every time the light silhouetted her, I could see her beautiful thighs leading up to that magnificent mound I loved to love. She has always known what a sundress does to me and was utilizing it to the fullest today. She flirted with me playfully. She definitely knows my buttons and was merciless in pushing them. While she flirted with me occasionally, she also flirted shamelessly with every other attractive male we came across right in front of me, driving me crazy with lust and jealousy. Damn, I love her!
Donna had me drive my truck, and as I drove she sat in the passenger seat, her legs spread wide. She almost subconsciously played with her clit as we drove. I could smell her musky scent and hear her breath deepen as she neared an orgasm. This was going to be a long, long month.
Our first stop was the largest bookstore in our city. Donna sipped her cappuccino, as she looked through the sex related books. She would find one she liked and hands it to me, until I was balancing a stack of them. She admonished me not to look at the titles until she told me to do so. Once she had chosen all of the one’s she wanted, we walked to the front of the store. Donna indicated the prettiest young clerk there and told me to go buy the books while she looked around some more. “Oh, you can look at the titles as you give them to the clerk.” She smiled laughingly as she walked off.
I turned beet red as I handed the clerk the first book, which I saw was entitled, “Love and the submissive male”. I saw the shock and then amusement in her eyes when she rang it up. The second book was, “How to dominate your Man”, then came “Medieval Chastity Devices”. There were a couple of others before I handed her a set that I realized we already had at home. I decided not to question the purchase, realizing it was more to embarrass me that anything as I handed over Anne Rice’s version of “Sleeping Beauty”, an erotic tale of domination and submission that spans three volumes. Much to my surprise, the girl looked into my eyes and said, “These are my favorite books,” as she indicated the Sleeping Beauty series. The suggestive comment was too much to pass up. I tried to remain calm as I asked, “Top or bottom? Or both?”
She looked at me as if she were sizing me up, then responded, “Oh, top, and always.” With my other purchases she obviously didn’t have to ask what I was.
After I made the purchases I went and found Donna, telling her about the unexpected twist that occurred. As we walked toward the exit Donna walked over to the clerk, leaving me behind. I watched as the clerk took on a “I’m sorry” expression then relaxed as Donna obviously put her at ease. Then Donna wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to the girl. The girl acted as if she had just been given a Mercedes, her eyes lit up and she grinned uncontrollably. Donna smiled at her and walked back to me. As we walked to the truck I asked what that was all about, and was told in no uncertain terms that it was none of my damn business. Then I was laughed at!
Our next stop was the grocery store. Then we had lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant. Donna continued to flirt shamelessly with the waiter, the owner, and a table full of jocks that were seated across from us. I tried to pretend that I didn’t notice, but I could feel the precum running down my thighs because my cock was straining continuously against my cage.
Our last stop was the local “Toy” store. We spent several hundred dollars in this establishment buying some new toys for our collection. As Donna made her selections she said simply, “No questions.” By the time we made it to the check out counter, I was blushing furiously and perspiring. I don’t think there was any question for the clerks as to who was going to be the victim of our purchases.
Not permitted to ask any questions, I could only imagine what she had in mind with a whip, a riding crop, nipple clamps, leather restrains, a strap-on harness and several different sizes of dildos to fit within it; butt plugs, a dildo gag, among several other items. Donna also picked out several lingerie items, such as a lacy teddy, several pairs of panties and then some high heel shoes. I was getting excited, anticipating seeing Donna in these items until I realized that they were not her size. Ahh, crap. Cross-dressing is not one of my fantasies. But anything for my mistress.
When we got out to the truck for the drive home I got a surprise. My truck is equipped with a plastic cover over the bed. Donna quietly ordered me to raise it and climb into the bed of the truck. She then told me to remove my clothes and to lie down on my back. I began to perspire, as we were in a public parking lot in the middle of the day. I hesitated and received a smack to my ass for my trouble. Once I assumed the position, with my head toward the cab, Donna secured my wrists and ankles to eye bolts on the four corners of the bed. The she tied a blindfold over my eyes. She chuckled at me mischievously then closed the bed cover. Soon the truck was in motion, every bump like a kick in my buttocks and back on the hard bed liner.
After a few minutes the truck stopped and I heard Donna talking to another woman. The sounds were muffled, so I couldn’t make out the other voice, but I could tell that both Donna and the other woman got into the cab before we started moving again. After awhile we parked again and both women got out, I could hear their voices fade off into the distance. I lie in the bed of the truck, helpless and scared for what seemed like an hour or two. I heard people walking by, laughing and talking on several occasions. I soon realized that Donna had left the truck parked in a public parking lot while she and her friend went and did some shopping or something. Each time someone approached the truck my heart raced, and in spite of (or because of) my terror of being found in this predicament, my cock strained against the plastic of its cage the entire time, dripping pre cum onto my belly.
How to describe how it feels to be restrained in a cock cage? Keep in mind, ladies and men who have not experienced it, that a penis is meant to grow, to become erect. As it does so, it expands from a flaccid state to a greatly increased circumference in addition to a greater length. The cage, being only so large around and being bent over double, makes this impossible. So the entire time you are aroused your cock is trying to expand in diameter. The plastic of the cage is like a continuous, firm grip, which feels as if it is squeezing the hell out of your desperate cock. Your member can only extend its length so far until it reaches the end of the unnatural limits placed upon it. It is also doubled over, and naturally tries tirelessly to raise up and stretch out, pressing futilely against the top of the cage the entire time. The precum does not stop, so you quickly find yourself with a real sloppy mess in your trousers or on your belly. I cannot convey the frustration adequately! Nor can I tell you how much I love it. You are constantly in a conflict of emotions and sensations. It places you on such a sexual high that you want it to continue forever, while at the same time you would sell your soul just to be allowed to cum, please, oh please let me cum!
Finally I heard Donna and her friend return. The relief lasted a very short time, however. I soon realized that there were several other voices, both female and male, accompanying them. I could hear the laughing, some of them saying that they “couldn’t believe it.” My heart stopped as I heard the latch on the bed cover being turned. Suddenly light flooded in. I couldn’t see, only hear gasps and uproarious laughter. I could detect the odor of alcohol and realized that Donna and her friend had been in a bar for the last couple of hours. I heard her speak to her newfound friends, ignoring me, she said, “See, I told you. Come on guys, pay up!” I heard the rustle of money being exchanged, and comments from the others, “I can’t believe he let you do this.” And, “damn, what a pervert!” The Donna finally addressed me, “Hey, honey, you just made me $100 dollars! Maybe I should rent you out and make even more, what do you think?”
I felt as if I was on fire as I responded, “Anything you would like, ma’am.” More laughs from her newly found friends. After that the top to the truck was closed again and I heard them all move off toward the bar again. I lie there for another few minutes, wondering what would be next. To my surprise, about a half-hour later I heard the latch being opened again. I could smell the odor of beer on someone’s breath, and strained to hear, hoping to discern what was happening. I finally spoke, “who’s there”? No answer. Suddenly I felt someone getting into the truck bed with me. The lid was closed and I realized that someone was inside with me now. I could hear their breathing, but they didn’t say anything. I felt a leg being moved over me and then I could smell the familiar scent of a woman’s sex just above my face. Before I could say anything a moist, tender pussy was lowered to my lips. I knew it wasn’t Donna. The woman began sliding herself over my face, fucking herself on me. I was more than eager to have sexual contact with anyone, and immediately began massaging her nether lips with my lips, then began darting my tongue about her sex, dancing it across her extended clit passionately. I heard her groan as she gripped my legs tightly, digging her fingernails into my thighs. I could feel her hot breath on my imprisoned cock, which strained and dripped pre-cum continuously. I was surprised when she latched her moist lips around my cock cage and sucked in desperation, moaning loudly. I could only feel her hot lips on small portions of my cock that were exposed by slots in the cage, but I was so fucking thankful! She began darting her tongue as much as she could into the slit at the head of the cage, lightly grazing my cock head. I whimpered into her cunt and redoubled my efforts, concentrating on her clitoris while still massaging her with my lips. Before I knew it she forgot all about my cock, needing her breath to cry out, “Oh, fuck!, Oh, fuck yes! Uuuuunnnnggggghhhhhh!” as she came hard on my face, her entire body shuddering violently. She held me tight, surprised that I didn’t stop. I continued working her downy sex, savoring it as she screamed through four more orgasms in rapid succession. Finally she just dropped onto me, almost smothering with her cunt. After a few minutes she moved off of me, saying, “Damn. Your wife was right. Thank you.” And before I knew it she was gone, leaving me dripping sweat and my cock dripping precum.   Over the next couple of hours a half dozen more women used me the same way. The fourth had a very musty odor as she mounted me. I soon found that she had an incredibly thick bush which enveloped my face as I worked my way through it to service her. She kept telling me that she didn’t know men would really do this, which made me all the more determined to make it good for her. Soon she was crying out through an incredible multiple orgasm, and I soon found that she was an ejaculator. She came hard and shot what seemed like a quart of her cum into my mouth. She started to get up, obviously embarrassed as she repeated several times, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” I shouted out, “No, don’t, please don’t go!” She hesitated and I continued, “You don’t have anything to apologize for, I am so proud that I could make you cum like that, and you taste soooooo good.” She hesitated a moment longer until I said, “Please? You haven’t had the half of it, and I really want to take care of you.” That did it. She settled her thick bush back onto my face and I gave her half a dozen more orgasms before she’d had enough. As she got up she said, “In case you haven’t figured it out, you wife said anybody in the bar that wanted to use you could slip out here and take you. I’m glad I took her up on it!” She got out of the truck I replied, “Me too”.
After the sixth woman left there was an interlude of about twenty minutes. My cock was straining so hard it hurt—but a good hurt. I know, I’m a pervert. But it hurt so damn good! I felt the lid come up again and felt weight on the truck again as my next “customer” climbed in and shut the lid again, then moved their nether regions over my face. Something seemed different. I could smell sex, but not the same as before. Nothing happened. I opened my mouth, thinking I had another shy woman who needed encouragement. I encouraged them all right, but I was in for a surprise and a hard cock was shoved unceremoniously past my lips. “Uuummmppphhhh!” I tried to move my head but couldn’t. The turgid member was pushed down my throat and I heard its owner speak, “Do me up right, cocksucker, or I’ll just fuck your face myself.” It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before. I began in earnest to “do it right”, caressing it with my tongue and massaging it with my lips. He pulled back and let me take care of him, darting my tongue across the head, toying with the slit and sucking his average size cock. I sensed his ball tightening up and without warning he made himself a liar. He shoved his cock back down my throat as he came hard, jets of jism shooting down my throat and filling my mouth. He kept gently fucking my throat until he softened, using me to massage all of the cum he could out of his spent cock. Then without a word he got up and left.
A few minutes later I felt Donna and her friend get back into the truck and we began driving again. After what seemed like forever we finally stopped. The lid was opened again and I felt myself being untied. The blindfold was removed and I realized that we were parked in front of our house. Donna told me to make a run for it and headed for the door. I did as I was told, praying that our neighbors would not see me.
Once inside, Donna met me in the foyer. She held me tenderly and kissed me. The she led me by the hand into the living room and sat me on the couch. She knelt down in front of me and looked into my eyes, asking “Are you ok? This is an ‘interlude’ in our games. Answer me honestly.”
I looked back into her eyes. My throbbing cock straining against its cage should have answered her, but I appreciated her wanting to make sure. “Yes, ma’am, I am more than ok. I am really enjoying myself. You haven’t taken me beyond my limits.”
Donna stood and removed her clothing. She looked over at her friend, who got the message and also got undressed. They met in the middle of the living room floor, and got into a sixty-nine position, with Donna on top. Before they began darting their tongues across each other’s tender sex, she looked back at me and said,
“Good. Then get down here and kiss our breasts and our asses while we take care of each other, slave.”
Gulp.
“Yes, ma’am.” Chapter 2 hard road Donna finds Bryan ‘s limits, and beyond.   My cock felt as if it was being squeezed by an extremely tight grip continuously. The more it tried to get hard, the tighter it was squeezed. Such exquisite torture. It had been locked up for day after day of intensive sexual activity, allowed no release, allowed no mercy.
I alternated between joy at finally living out my fantasies to being brought to tears by the frustration and the painful experience of my cock trying to burst out of its plastic prison.
While my tongue had been buried in her magnificent ass, I had finally been introduced to my wife’s friend. I guess you couldn’t call that formally, could you? I was to call my new tormentor Miss Susan. She had a soft down of red hair covering her tender pubes, which I had helped Donna to caress with my lips and tongue only moments ago. As I followed my orders and darted my tongue across her tight anal bud, Donna’s tongue was massaging her clit. Miss Susan couldn’t take it for long and began screaming through another earth shattering orgasm.
After they had both calmed down they decided to relax on the couch and watch some chic flick. I was told to sit on my knees beside the couch. When they wanted another drink I would serve them, and if something in the movie aroused them I found myself with my face buried in between their thighs, happily lapping away. I had to place a towel on the floor in front of both of them, as my throbbing cock was continuously dripping precum onto the floor in front of them as I went about my happy work.
That night I lived out the ultimate dream of most men. Well, almost. I was happy to find that the ladies were more than happy to share their bed with me. As we walked up the stairs to bed, they both delighted in kissing me deeply and telling me what a stud I was, caressing my tender regions. I spent the night lying on my back in the middle of the bed, a beautiful woman cuddling me on each side. Their hands intertwined on my chest, their legs lay across mine. Occasionally one of them would reach down and caress the tender flesh beneath my swollen testicles. The almost part was of course that the entire night my surging cock was entrapped. If it could talk it would have been begging for release. As for me, I didn’t get much sleep. Each time I drifted off, my cock would awaken me, or I would hear the deep breathing of one of the very sated ladies, which would wake up my cock.
Finally I drifted off to sleep. Surprisingly, the ladies let me sleep in Saturday morning. I awoke to the aroma of breakfast cooking. I lay there for a few minutes, gathering myself and assessing my new position in my world. My curiosity was aroused when I realized that the sound of power tools I was hearing was coming from my own workshop.
I got dressed and made my way down to the kitchen, where I found both ladies sitting at the kitchen table, talking and laughing as they drank coffee and ate their breakfast. Both ladies looked up as I entered and spoke, “Good morning! How are…..” “Shut up.” Donna interrupted me. “What are you doing dressed?” “I’m sorry, ma’am. I forgot.”
Donna regarded me for a moment, obviously considering how to handle my lapse in memory. “Give me your belt, then get upstairs and get naked. Then get back down here.”
When I returned the ladies were still drinking their coffee. This time I just stood there, bare to the world; even my neglected cock visible through the translucence of its cage. I didn’t want to interrupt and speed whatever I had coming to me. Finally Donna spoke to me, “Terry is out in your workshop. He is creating a little project I asked him to work on for me. Go out and ask him to come in here for a moment.”
I made my way across the back yard to my workshop, looking around nervously, fearful that a neighbor would see me. When I entered the workshop I found Terry, one of my best friends, sanding what appeared to be a large chair. He looked up to see the condition I was in and couldn’t help but laugh, “Man, you have gotten yourself into quite a situation this time, haven’t you, Bryan ?” I looked down at my feet, and blushed as I saw my cock straining against the CB3000, reminding me that Terry could see it too. “Uh, Donna wanted to see you inside.” I followed Terry back to the house and stood embarrassed as Donna kissed him in front of me. This by itself was nothing new; we’d had threesomes before. But I had never been left out of the embraces with her before. Donna finished the kiss and turned to me. “Time for you punishment. Lean over and grab the countertop.” I did as I was told and was mortified to see Donna hand my belt to Terry; “Terry will do the honors, thirty swats with your belt. And Terry—no mercy—if you can make him cry you will be rewarded.”
That was all the incentive Terry needed to “betray” his best friend. He even moved the chairs out of the way in the kitchen to give him more room to swing the belt. I could feel why Donna had him lash at me with the belt. He had been an athlete in school and gave it his all. The first blow nearly buckled my knees and put me on the floor. I was determined not to cry. The sonafabitch wasn’t gonna get my wife because I wimped out. By the tenth blow my resolve was waning. The fire all across my buttocks was unbearable. I think that Terry realized that just because I was subjugating myself to my wife I was not easily defeated, because the twenty-fifth blow lashed around my hips and the tip of the belt caught my balls, “AAAAaauuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” I fell to the floor and slowly got back up. Terry put his all into the last five blows and despite my best efforts by the time he finished I had tears streaming down my face. I tried to stop, but the embarrassment of having been reduced to blathering baby caused me to cry even more. This was something new for me, and not part of any of my fantasies.
I turned to see shock on Donna and Susan’s faces at the barbarism both of us men had gone to in order to succeed. I say shock, but don’t get me wrong. They were both so turned on you could see the lust in their eyes.
Donna grabbed me and pulled me to the floor on my stomach. Then she removed her robe and sat down hard on my crimson ass, “Oh, God, your ass is on fire!” She rubbed her velvet ass around on mine. Then she signaled for Terry to come to her, telling him softly, “Come fuck me. Fuck me right here on top of him.”
I can’t tell you how much it hurt. My engorged, caged cock was being forced into the tile floor while my wife’s beautiful ass was being ground into my tender ass by my best friend’s animalistic fucking of her sweet pussy. His vigorous pounding was driving me across the slick floor, which made it difficult for him to maintain a rhythm. I just thought I had been humiliated. Terry grabbed my thighs to keep my wife and I still so that he could fuck her silly. His firm masculine grip contrasted Donna’s soft hands on my back.
Susan apparently was beside herself with lust. She shed her men’s boxers and sat in front of me on the floor, shaking with need. My face was grinding into the floor. She roughly pulled my head up by my hair and slid her satiny sex beneath my face. I would like to say that I tongued her sweet sex, and oh how I tried, but Terry’s violent thrusts into my wife prevented me from controlling my motions. Susan buried my face into her crotch and each time Terry slammed into Donna it forced my face forward into her sex. Susan grasped my hair in her hands and let Terry do the work, literally fucking my face. Only on occasion would I get an opportunity to catch a breath, and despite my best efforts, I doubt if my tongue actually made contact with her clit more than half a dozen times. Her sweet juices covered my lips, nose and cheeks as she moaned and groaned in desperation.
Finally she cried out, “Oh, God! Yes, yes, YEESSS! Fuck!” Her gyrations into my face became more frantic, “Uuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!” She came violently and to my surprise ejaculated. Donna had done this before when extremely excited. Her cum splashed across my lips and I tried to catch as much as I could, loving the taste of her. Terry slammed forward again and I found myself buried in Susan’s sweet sex again. She continued to cum, waves of orgasms sweeping over her, she clamped her thighs down on my head.
I felt that I was no longer being pushed forward and realized that Terry must have buried his cock into my wife as he came. I heard muffled cries from him, Donna and Susan. Terry grunted and grasped my hips tightly. I imagined jets of cum shooting from his throbbing cock, bathing my wife’s insides. I could hear Donna screaming through an orgasm and felt her nails digging into my back.
As for me, despite the pain of having my cage member ground into the floor, my burning ass rubbed raw by my wife and her lover; despite having to take tiny gasps of air when they presented themselves from my position between Susan’s pussy and buttocks, my cock throbbed repeatedly against its prison, straining for release. Precum seemed to stream unchecked from its head, yet I could not have an orgasm. My body began to shake violently in uncontrollable frustration, overriding my mind in its need for release. My convulsions only seemed to excite the others more, as I could hear their muffled orgasmic voices increase intensity.
I couldn’t stop the shaking, the convulsions. I had lost control of my body. Then, just when I thought I’d experienced all the frustration I could, I found out it had only just begun. I can’t tell you how erotic, how exciting, how much it drove home my utter helplessness. I already had the musk and cum from Susan all over my face, up my nose and matting down my hair. Now I felt the mingled juices of my wife and the man who’d just cum inside her begin to run in a rivulet down across my buttocks, slowly across my asshole and then they bathed my swollen, tortured ball sack, the only part of my manhood which remained exposed.
I still could not stop the violent shaking of my body. I didn’t even know it was coming, but I began to cry. Not just a little, but in wracking, tortured sobs. I couldn’t help it! It wasn’t jealousy. I’d shared Donna before, and I knew she still loved me. It was an unabated, base physical need to cum. My cock had been encased in plastic for days while I experienced almost constant sexual contact without release. It pressed against the cage, making it feel as if someone had an incredible squeezing grip on my manhood, squashing a sensation at all. I just needed some sensation on my cock! I needed to feel something on it!
The others must have finally come down from their sexual highs enough that they heard my sobs into Susan’s sex and realized that I was still convulsing. I don’t even remember being moved. The next thing I recalled was leaning against the cabinet in a fetal position, being cradled by Donna’s arms. She kept repeating, “Ssshhhh, it’s ok baby, sshhhh” gently into my ear as she held me tenderly. I don’t even know how long she’d held me, but I realized that Susan and Terry were now sitting at the table, watching me as if they thought I’d had psychotic break.
I continued to cry, not being able to control it or the shakes. Donna queried, “Are you going to be ok, baby?” I couldn’t speak. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Do you want to stop doing this? Baby? Come on, you have to tell me.” I continued to sob, but shook my head emphatically. I didn’t want it to stop; I wanted to continue being tortured like this. “Is it too much?” I nodded my head in response. Yes, it was too much, but the last thing I wanted was for it to stop. My shaking finally began to abate, and my sobs slowed to sniffles. Donna spoke again, gently, “Are you sure you want to go on like this? You really lost it, baby. Do you want me to stop? You can cum right now if you want. I don’t want to really hurt you.” My mind raced. The part of my mind controlled by Mr. Happy cried out to me, “Yes, yes! Fuck her! Please let me cum!” But another part of me never wanted the abuse to end. Damn, am I fucked up or what!? I had been driven to the breaking point by humiliation and sexual frustration, and I only wanted more. I was brought out of my inner reverie by Donna’s voice again.
“Baby? I need to know.” She took my chin in her hand and tilted my head upward, looking into my eyes. I shook my head no; the tears still running down my cheeks through Susan’s cum.
She looked gently into my eyes, “You have to understand, Bryan . I never knew this was in me, but I like it. If you don’t say to stop now, I won’t ask again. It’s now or never.”
I buried my face into my wife’s breasts and spoke softly, “Thank you, ma’am, thank you.” She stroked my hair gently as I told her that I never wanted to have control of my sex life again. Of course I wanted to cum, but only when she wanted, and I wanted her to be merciless, sadistic even, in her control of me.
With that, my love gently pushed me onto my back and straddled my face.
“Then get to work cleaning me up. Terry got to fill me full of his cum, something you won’t get to do for quite awhile, little boy. Don’t you leave a single spot of his man seed, darlin.” She ground herself against my lips and tongue. My cock throbbed desperately, uselessly as I happily went to work. Chapter 3 hard road Bryan is used, but gets no release as things escalate.   I was mowing the lawn, wearing only a pair of loose shorts. Beneath them, my poor cock, encased in plastic and locked beyond my reach, throbbed continuously. The cage contributed to its weight, and it swayed ponderously back and forth as I walked, reminding me of its presence and its tortured state of frustration.
Frustration.
I pondered that word. An hour ago I had been crying into my beautiful wife’s bosom, sobbing uncontrollably. I am not prone to emotion, certainly to crying. Prior to that event, it had been years. And that was borne from emotion. It was borne from frustration.
I have been engaged in sexual activity of one sort or another almost constantly for a couple of weeks now. Every type of sexual activity save one. I have not had an orgasm. Frustration. My crying fit had been caused by a long overdue breakdown of my body, long, wracking sobs and uncontrollable shaking of my body from head to foot because of frustration. I loved it. I practically begged my loving wife not to have mercy on me.
She does love me. I do love her. So moments later I had been pushed down onto my back onto the kitchen floor. My wife’s friend Susan and my best friend Terry had sat at the kitchen table and watched with awe as my wife straddled my face. My face was flushed with embarrassment, knowing that they were watching as Terry’s recently deposited cum flowed out of Donna’s satiny sex into my mouth. I had no alternative but to swallow all of it and to clean her passionately until she came on my face, slathering it with her hot cum.
Can you be in Heaven and in Hell at the same time?
Donna wanted me to get into better shape. So now here I am precum dripping down my legs as I mow the lawn. Donna, Terry and Susan watch from the deck as they bask after a morning of intense sexual release, sated for now. They are enjoying the beer I had served them a few minutes before while they watch me toil, laughing and chatting amongst themselves. After a few minutes Terry stands and walks back to my workshop, to finish a “project” that Donna has him working on.
When I finish the yard and put up the tools, I go to the deck and stand in silence until Donna acknowledges me. “What would you like me to do now, ma’am?”
Donna instructs me to go and take a shower, as we will be going out later. I enjoy the shower. The jets of water sooth my sore muscles. They also provide the closest thing to stimulation “Mr. Happy” has felt of quite sometime, as the water pulses into the ventilation holes on my CB 3000.
When I get out of the shower I notice that Terry’s project has been completed. What appears to be a chair is sitting in the middle of the floor in our bedroom. I can’t tell any details about it though, because it has been covered with a blanket.
Without getting dressed (I had learned that lesson this morning) I went and found Miss Donna. She and the others were sitting in the living room, drinking another beer and watching television. Seeing me walk in, Donna regarded me momentarily before speaking, “Hey lover. Be a dear and keep Suzie company while Terry and I take a shower now.”
A twinge of jealously heated my body. Not of Terry per se. We had all shared a bed before. I wanted to be the one to wash Donna’s back and caress her full breasts with soap. My cock throbbed as much as it could at the thought.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I watched as Donna and Terry went upstairs. She has such a beautiful ass, and it looked so good in the tight blue jeans she was wearing. It swung invitingly as she made her way up the stairs; Terry walked behind her, watching the same thing I was. Damn, I was jealous.
Once they had disappeared into our bedroom, Susan addressed me, “Go and get Miss Donna’s strap-on, and hurry”. I made my way upstairs and knocked at the door to our bedroom. “Come in.” I entered and explained that I was to get the strap-on for Miss Susan. My poor cock strained even harder against its bondage when I got inside. Miss Donna and Terry were now nude. Her nipples looked like little erasers as she stroked his erection and kissed him passionately. They ignored me as I completed my task and left.
By the time I returned to the living room Miss Susan had removed her clothes as well. She ordered me to strap on the 12″ dildo and lay on the floor. She lubed it up and slowly lowered herself onto it until it was buried to the hilt in her sweet sex. She sat there for a moment, and my imprisoned cock, just below my much longer; thicker fake one, bumped against her firm buttocks. She laughed.
She waited for a few moments longer. I soon realized why. She wanted to make certain that I wasn’t distracted. Miss Donna had turned on the intercom in our bathroom, and soon I could hear her giggling and Terry laughing. It was maddening to have hungry pussy sitting just out of reach of my cock as listened to my wife directing her lover as to where she wanted to be touched. It wasn’t long before Donna was moaning with pleasure and I could hear the noises of their lovemaking even over the water of the shower. From my own experience with her I recognized the sounds she made when she had a stiff one sliding in and out of her slowly. My mind’s eye saw her leaning against the shower wall, her pendulous breasts swaying as Terry’s hard cock, which is about the same size as mine, slid easily in and out of heavenly canal.
When I heard Donna softly groan, “Oh, God yes, baby; oh, fuck me, yes…” it was if Susan was waiting for that as a cue. Susan began to slowly grind herself against the huge cock jutting up from my waist, then to slide herself up and down it gently while resting her hands on my chest. She pinched and pulled on my nipples as she fucked herself, “uummmmmmoooohhhhyeeeaaahhhhhh”.
Soon Susan found a rhythm that she liked, increasing her pace, practically slamming herself down onto my waist over and over again. My breathing was ragged as my cock bounced back and forth, ravaged by Susan’s thrashing about on the huge dildo above it. I could almost feel something, but not nearly enough to get me any satisfaction. My world was filled with the ecstasy of those around me. If the sensations and raw arousal from Susan’s fervent pounding above me wasn’t enough, if the scent of her flowing juices wasn’t enough to drive me crazy, the sounds were.
It all became a symphony of orgasmic cries, Susan began to whimper in joyous pleasure, “Uuuuggghhhnnn, Oooohhhhhhhh, fuuuucck, fuck, God, yesssss, mmmmmmgghhhhhhh….” At the same time I could hear my wife crying out over the intercom as Terry’s cock slammed into her, “Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God, YYYYyyyyeeeeessssssss, yeesssss, I’m cuuummmmiinnnnggggg!!!! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop!, AAAAAAuuuuuugggggghhhhh!”
This seemed to drive Susan over the edge, and it almost sounded as if she was crying for joy as she froze on the cock she was using and began to shudder violently. She leaned forward, resting on my chest and I felt a sudden jet of warm fluid soaking my abdomen, my balls and the small parts of my purple cock that her ejaculation could reach. Damn it felt good! She began to bite my chest, screaming into it as she came over and over.

I could still hear Donna screaming out “Yes, Yes, Yes!” over and over again, then heard Terry let out a long, drawn out growl as he filled her insides with cum. I could see his cock in my mind, buried deep inside my wife, pulsing repeatedly as jet after jet of semen shot into her, then dripped slowly out of her velvety cunt and down her leg.
I lost track of what was happening or where as Susan began moaning and gently rotating her hips, grinding against her cock again; building herself up again. I had closed my eyes some time ago, just taking in the sensations and sounds. I was startled when I felt Donna’s sweet ass lowering down onto my face. The musky aroma of her and Terry’s combined juices filled my nostrils. The smooth, cum covered velvet of her nether lips slid across my mouth and I instinctively began massaging her with my lips, dancing my tongue about her clit. She sighed, sliding her pussy back and forth over my mouth as Susan leaned up and they began to kiss. It seemed that they found a rhythm together, Susan on the rubber cock, Donna on my mouth. Soon they were both fucking their respective pleasure points hard, and eventually they came hard, pushing down frantically on my mouth and on the cock I couldn’t feel. I again felt Susan cumming across my useless cock, and when Donna came violently, she ejaculated. I got a mouthful of not just her cum, but of Terry’s hot semen, now pushed out of her by her spasms of release.
After they had both calmed down, they slowly removed themselves from my writhing body. I needed to cum so bad I could taste it! Come to find out, that was just Terry, who Donna had directed to use me for a cleaning. He pushed his flaccid cock into my mouth and I had little choice but to lick his spent cock clean. To my surprise it began to grow in my mouth. Soon he was rock hard. He began to pull out and approach Donna again, but she stopped him, “I’m spent for now, darlin’.” Susan looked at him and just shook her head as she relaxed nearby.
Terry looked back at me and I too shook my head in the negative. But Donna looked at me as she laughed, “Sorry, lover. You don’t get to say no to anyone this weekend.” With that Terry walked over to me and unceremoniously pushed his hard cock into my mouth, gently fucking my face until he shot his cum down my throat. When he was finished he let go of my hair and let me drop, then walked over to my wife and lay in her arms.
Donna beckoned me to her. She had her head lying on Terry’s chest, Susan had hers laying on his other side. Donna silently directed me between her legs, indicating that I should lay my head on her tender sex.
As I inhaled her familiar aroma we all drifted off for a much-needed nap. Donna, Susan and Terry’s bodies were completely spent and relaxed. Mine was relaxed save for my uncontrollably throbbing cock. Chapter 4 Bryan gets used before going out for a mysterious evening.   I began to stir first. Well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate. Donna and the others were well sated and sleeping soundly. My cock kept waking me up as it tried in vain to burst through its plastic prison. It felt as if someone with a very tight grip was squeezing “Mr. Happy” mercilessly. The “A” ring that fit around behind my balls was pulled against them with increasing pressure the more my cock tried to become erect. As you can probably imagine, sleep wasn’t likely.
I finally got up and went down stairs to the kitchen. I began to make some coffee, standing at the counter watching it brew. After a few minutes I felt familiar arms wrap themselves around my midsection from behind. Donna pressed herself against my back, resting her head on my shoulder. I held her hands in mine and squeezed them with affection. My cock, which had finally become flaccid, grew as much as it could within its prison, straining in vain for erection. She relaxed her grip on me, I turned to face her and we resumed our embrace. Our eyes met and we kissed tenderly. She caressed my chest, lightly tracing the muscles with her fingernails. She let her right hand wander down to my manhood, teasing my exposed balls. Without looking up at me she asked, “Are you doing ok?”
I hesitated momentarily, enjoying her attentions. “I’m ok. I really, really need to cum, but I’m ok.”
“Good. Because the adventure has just begun, lover.” With that she darted her tongue into my left ear, the sucked on the lobe. “You and I are going out tonight.”
We sat savoring our coffee, talking about how our experiences to date made each of us feel. After a few minutes Donna escorted me upstairs and we showered together. She had a key to my cage fastened around her neck by a gold chain. Before we got into the shower she leaned down and unlocked my cage. As she gently removed the plastic encompassing my tortured cock, it quickly sprang to life. In a heartbeat I was as hard as a rock! I never would have thought it could have felt so damn good to have an erection. Fully engorged, I thought the flesh would split from my cock as the pressure continued unrestrained. Donna laughed mischievously as “Mr. Happy” bobbed and throbbed with a mind of his own.
We lathered each other up and washed each other lovingly. God, she felt so good! Her large succulent breasts never ceased to amaze me as I felt their weight in my hands and enjoyed the texture of them at my fingertips. Her silver dollar sized, dark brown areola and eraser like nipples always made me want to caress them with my lips and tongue. I firmly massaged her magnificent ass with my hands, causing her to moan softly with pleasure. My heart skipped a beat as I ran my fingers into the valley of that sweet bum, cleansing her tight brown hole before rubbing across her warm pussy with the flat of my hand. She ground herself against my hand, “uummmm………damn……”.
Then she turned and lathered me up, cleaning me thoroughly. When she reached my frustrated cock, she bathed him tenderly, careful to clean him completely without allowing me enough sensations to allow me an orgasm. My cock was a deep purple color, and swelled to a seemingly new girth. I whimpered with wanton need, but tried to behave myself.
Donna stood and we kissed, letting the jets of water from the shower rinse the soap from our bodies. She pulled away from the kiss, smiled as she looked into my eyes, then gently pushed down on my shoulders until I was on my knees facing her sex. Rivulets of water ran down my face as I began to tongue her sweet, tasty nether lips. Donna held my hands against her hips with hers, making sure that I wasn’t tempted to use them on myself while I danced my tongue across her swollen clit. My cock throbbed and bounced between my legs as I kissed, sucked, and tongued her to an intense orgasm. She released one of my hands so that she could interlace my hair amidst her fingers, squeezing firmly as she cried out softly while she came.
After we toweled each other off Donna had me clean my cage thoroughly while she fixed her hair and applied her make-up. Once we were finished there was an obvious dilemma. Mr. Happy showed no signs of softening, and certainly wasn’t fitting back into his prison in his current condition. Donna looked at my crotch as if contemplating for a moment then led me into the bedroom. She instructed me to sit in a wooden chair in a corner of our room, then handcuffed my wrists together behind the back of the chair. She then strode naked out of the room.
I sat there quietly, unable to resist being a little voyeuristic as I watched Terry and Susan, still asleep on the bed. The covers had long been kicked off because of the heat we had generated amongst each other earlier. I had been on a sexual high for so long, I couldn’t focus on anything but Susan’s beautiful feminine form. Terry lay on his back and she was lying on her side, her left leg thrown across his midsection. One of her firm breasts lay partially upon his chest and I was fascinated by the gentle curve as her buttocks melded into her thighs and long legs. I wasn’t losing this erection with this view that was for damn sure. Precum was sliding slowly from the head of my cock, making its way down to my balls, then pooling on the chair beneath me.
Donna came back into the room carrying an ice pack. She looked at my condition, then glanced at the bed and laughed quietly, placing her finger to her lips and saying, “sshhh”. She pulled my buttocks forward a bit so that my crotch was as flat as it was going to be with me sitting in the chair. She then placed the ice pack on Mr. Happy, went to the dresser and got a blindfold. She placed the blindfold around my eyes, whispering in my ear, “You’ll never lose that big purple hard on if you keep looking at them, you little pervert.” She kissed me gently before moving away, to where I don’t know. I had to chuckle to myself. She’d called me a pervert, but not in a bad way, almost conspiratorially.
It took awhile, but the ice finally worked, leaving me flaccid. I felt Donna remove the ice pack and pull and tug on my cock and balls until my cage was back in place. She had lubed him up with baby oil to make sure he slid in easily, and could move about within his cage once it was secured. I heard the padlock click shut, then felt Donna’s fingertips caressing my exposed balls as she signed with satisfaction. She removed the blindfold now that I was once again her prisoner; “I’ll be back in a bit, baby. Don’t go away.”
I sat there, again savoring the view of Susan’s body, the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing, the gentle curves of her body. I felt the now familiar feeling of my cock trying in vain to harden, only to be gripped firmly by its prison. I watched the events that unfolded before me, not just aroused, but fascinated at how they came about.
They were both asleep. But in her sleep, Susan’s left leg slid down Terry’s midsection until it came into contact with his flaccid cock. Once the satiny flesh of her thigh came into contact with it, his member seemed to have a life and mind of its own. At first it rolled over to the other side of his groin. Then it slowly began to harden. I know this isn’t what was actually occurring, but as it grew it looked for the entire world as if his cock was trying to reach up, seeking the feminine flesh that had awakened it. Soon it succeeded, tapping its head against Susan’s leg. Not realizing that she had put these events in motion in the first place, she groaned softly in her sleep, gently moving her leg up and down Terry’s stomach, caressing him with her flesh. I was so fucking jealous as his cock reached its full tumescence. I was even more envious when she slowly awoke, her hand moving gently down his body to confirm that a raging hard on awaited her. She moved like a cat as she slid over him, straddling his midsection and placing his straining cock to the soft lips of her sex. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn’t as I watched her slide herself slowly onto him, obviously savoring the sensations. As she struck bottom her back arched and she ground her hips against him. From my position I could only see his legs and her beautiful backside. I saw his hands reach up and caress her sides, then move to her front, playing across those breasts I had been lusting over just moments before.
It was apparent that they were unaware of my presence in the room. I shifted in my seat, trying in vain to find some comfort for my neglected cock. Susan slowly began sliding up and down Terry’s member. I watched in fascination as it moved like a piston, glistening with her juices as her lips gripped its girth. She rotated that big, firm ass as she fucked him. She almost let his member slip out of her, gently teasing her own clit with the throbbing head. Then she cried out in ecstasy and began pounding herself ravenously upon him. God, I wanted that to be me she was fucking so frantically! Her cries drove me to distraction as she came, and came, and came again. She slid him all the way inside of her sex and ground herself around is cock, letting out short, frantic whimpers as she experienced and prolonged orgasm. Then I heard Terry groan, “Oh, fuck. FUCK, YES…..” His balls had tightened up and his ass clenched and I envisioned his very happy cock shooting jet after jet of cum into her grasping cunt. Sweat poured from their bodies, and from mine, just for different reasons.
Finally they came down from their orgasms and Susan lay down across Terry’s chest. This gave me a perfect view of her backside, the lips of her stretched lips holding firmly to his still hard cock. As he began to soften his cum began to drip slowly out of her and down his own cock. Damn I wished I as him at that moment. About ten minutes went by while they kissed and whispered to each other. Susan slowly disengaged from him and stood. That is when she realized that I had been restrained in the corner and watched the entire thing. She smiled at me sympathetically as she observed my tortured cock dripping precum from the tip of its cage. Terry sat up on the bed and saw me also, shaking is head and grinning.
It seems Susan’s sympathy was not as heartfelt as her needs. She walked over to me and without saying a word leaned my chair back until I was laying on my back, my legs hanging helplessly off the end of the chair’s seat, my cock hanging away from my body. Now the precum dripped from my cage onto my stomach and chest. Susan lowered herself onto my face and I inhaled her now familiar scent greedily. I could see the firm muscles of her belly rolling gently, then tasted copious amounts of hers and Terry’s cum sliding into my mouth. As I swallowed and bathed her sweet sex with my tongue, it occurred to me that my servitude had reached a new point. Susan had not even spoken to me as she used me. Maybe I’m sick, but my cock throbbed even harder at the thought.
It wasn’t long before she grasped my hair with her fingers and cried out in another orgasm, caressing my face with her tender sex. Damn it felt good.
After she recovered she stood and wordlessly indicated for Terry to lift me back up. Terry came over and picked my chair up. I was thankful that he didn’t decide to use me for clean up duty this time when he walked into the bathroom. Susan followed him and after a few minutes they both walked past me out of the bedroom.
I sat there for about fifteen minutes until they all entered the room again. Donna regarded me momentarily and said in mock disgust, “I can’t leave you alone for even a few minutes. Here I clean you up and then tie you down so that you can’t get into trouble. When I come back your face looks like a glazed donut.” We all got a good laugh out of that. “After I release you, I want you to go wash up. Susan and Terry are going home now. After you wash up, we’ll get dressed for our night out.”
As Donna got the key to the handcuffs and unlocked my wrists, Susan gave me a deep, passionate kiss, then thanked me for the good time. Terry gripped my shoulder and said, “See ya next time, buddy.”
When I came back into the bedroom after washing my face, the others were dressed and gone. Donna sat against the headboard, a coy look in her eyes. I looked down on the bed at her feet, realizing that my outfit for night awaited me. Oh, shit. My heart almost stopped.
“Where are we going that I can wear something like this?” My voice had broken as if I was in puberty.
Donna merely grinned and motioned with her eyes for me to get dressed. Chapter 5 Donna surprises Bryan with a party.   Donna was dressed to kill. She wore a skin tight, black leather dress that left very little to the imagination. You know the kind. Her full, supple breasts were trying desperately to burst out of the top, which rose to just barely above her incredible aereola. If she had any pubic hair, you could have seen it clearly even when she was standing, for she wore no panties. I had waited impatiently on the bed while she applied her make-up and fixed her hair. Finally were her shoes. Donna and I are approximately the same height. Normally. With the four-inch heels she wore, she towered over me. It was very disconcerting to say the least. Just looking at her made me want her even more. My cock strained against its cage and precum dripped almost unchecked from the head.
I was somewhat less thrilled with my attire. My CB-3000 was of course firmly in place. I have to admit that Donna did show some compassion in her choices. No Lycra and I wasn’t wearing panties. Wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, actually. Over my imprisoned cock I wore very tight, light blue denim shorts that were so short that my ass cheeks nearly showed. Donna had a gleam in her eye as I pulled them on, “Oh, my. They really accentuate that beautiful ass of yours!” She has always raved about my “bubble” butt. I used to think that she was only pumping up my ego until several other women told me the same thing.
The shorts had snaps on the sides so that they could be removed quickly, and I suspected, without my assistance. Beneath the loose shirt I wore was a belt that fit around my waist and had fasteners for restraints on each side. My “ensemble” was completed with some plain men’s sandals, presumably to accentuate Donna’s new dominance in height.
Without telling me where we were going, Donna gave me directions while I drove. She drove me to distraction by placing her high heel clad feet on the dash, exposing her long, luscious legs and most of her sex to me and anyone else that chose to look, then masturbating herself slowly as I drove. Every once and awhile she would let out a low moan and the scent from her juicy cunt was constantly assaulting my senses, trapped in the confines of the car as it was. More than one truck driver on the expressway nearly “lost his load” when he looked down and saw my beautiful wife.
Finally we arrived at what appeared to be a nondescript warehouse. I was directed to honk twice, and after a few moments the sliding doors opened slowly for us to drive inside. It was a very large warehouse, and I was surprised to see several vehicles parked inside, from dually pickups to Mercedes, Lincolns , and then a Chevy or two. After I had parked the car in an open space, Donna looked at me and smiled, “You said that you were open to anything, are you ready for this?”
I paused; because I really had no idea what “this” was, other than there would obviously be a lot of other people involved. But I couldn’t back out now, I had to find out, “I don’t know if I’m ready, but I am willing ma’am.”
“Good answer, lover boy,” Donna dug her fingers into her sopping pussy, then slowly smeared her musky juices over my face, concentrating under my nose. If I could have gotten hard, I would’ve cum. As it was I had figured out why the shorts were of a light colored denim. A spreading wet spot from the precum I had been issuing was more than obvious.
Donna directed me to the trunk of the car. Once I had opened it she reached in and took out a full set of leather cuffs that she placed on my wrists and ankles. She secured the wrists cuffs to my waist belt, but left the ankle cuffs unsecured. I tried not to imagine how they might find use during the evening. She removed my shirt, exposing my binding, but left my shorts in place. I was thankful for that, and also embarrassed, as everyone would see my condition from the wet spot.
About fifty feet from where we parked was a doorway, and I could see that a huge man with bulging muscles monitored it. Donna removed an envelope from her purse, placed it in my mouth, then secured her purse in the trunk of the car. She then took my arm and led me towards the doorway. It’s a good thing she supported me with her arm, as my legs felt as if they would collapse beneath me the entire time. Halfway there she stopped momentarily and whispered in my ear, “Before we go in, I want to thank you for doing this for me.” I started to speak by she shushed me, “I know you want this too. I wouldn’t ask it of you if you didn’t. I just want you to know that I know it’s just our fantasy. No matter what happens, or what I might say to you as we play, you will always be my man.” She snuggled against me for a moment, “I love you baby.” I tried to answer as best I could with an envelope stuck in my mouth, and “I love you too” was understood if not said in the English language. Donna giggled and led me on.
When we made it to the door, the Sasquatch standing there asked for our invitation. Donna pushed me forward and he pulled the envelope from my mouth, removing a card from inside. He read from the card, looking to Donna for confirmation that the information printed upon it was correct,
“Top: Mistress Donna”?
Donna answered, “Yes”
“Bottom: Sub Bryan “?
“Yes”
“Classification: Anything goes”?
My eyes darted to Donna, not knowing what that meant, or what limits were set in the first place. She looked at me momentarily, hesitated, the replied, “Yes.”
The big man looked at us warily for a moment, as if he doubted us. He addressed Donna, “You are aware, Mistress, that full consent is needed by all, dominant or not, before entry?” He regarded me, looking at my stained shorts and bound wrists, then continued, “Are you certain that Daisy Duke here is on board?”
Donna answered by looking to me, and the Hulk did likewise, waiting. I had no idea what “anything goes,” meant, but I knew that I trusted Donna, and that she knew my fantasies and me. I choked on the words as they came out, and I was looking down at their feet as I said them, “Yes, sir. Anything my Mistress allows of me, I consent to freely.”
With that the doorman turned to a board that was mounted near the door. It looked like a board valet service would use. However hanging from the hooks were leather chokers, and attached to them were stones of different colors. Above them on the board was written “only with partner”, “upon request”, and “anything goes”. The stones for anything goes were green, go figure. He gently placed a green clad choker on my Mistress, then handed her one to place on me as he explained, “We have to use neck ware, as anything pinned to clothing won’t be worn for long, now will it?”
With that, he opened the door for us and, addressing us both this time, said, “Have a great evening.”
Donna and I stood and took in our surroundings in amazement. She grasped my hand tightly for support. Which, although I certainly understood and could relate to, seemed somewhat silly as she towered over me in her high heels. I squeezed back.
The room we were in was vast. Doorways led to other rooms across a dance floor to our left. To our right, separated by a long half wall nicely decorated with various plants across its top, was a posh dining area. Both spaces seemed crowded with people talking, laughing, and �well.
Seems pretty tame so far, huh? It took us a few moments to take in the rest of it. The walls were adorned with tasteful paintings, and posters from the early days of Hollywood . They were also adorned with nude women and men in shackles, mostly spread eagle at different angles. Upon closer inspection I could tell that the victims of this bondage had foot rests upon which to rest, and their bindings were the soft leather style which I wore. Some of them were mounted on wheels so that they could be spun to a position their tormentors desired.
The wait staff, male and female, wore skimpy but tasteful clothing. They moved about, serving food and drink, some of them walking about the dance floor carrying trays with various beverages upon them. We would later find out that the wait staff was actually members of the club, and that all members took turns in this duty. There are enough members that your turn only comes around about twice a year.
We were brought out of our reverie by a friend of Donna’s, that walked up quickly, “Donna! I’m so glad you two decided to come! If you like what you see tonight, I sure you’ll be given memberships. I’ve already put in a good word with the board!” With that Becky gave Donna a hug, her long auburn tresses enveloping them. Becky looked like an Irish Goddess, and I had secretly wanted her for the longest time. After their embrace she glanced at me, then back at Donna, “May I?”
Donna laughed, “Why certainly!”
I stood wondering what the joke was, and soon found out that it was I, sort of. Becky stepped over to me and took me in her arms, then leaned forward and kissed me passionately. I was taken aback at first, then my arousal and my trust took over. I kissed her back. I wanted so much to intertwine my fingers in that beautiful hair of hers as we kissed, but I was still restrained. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever, and I loved every bit of it, our tongues dancing with each other, I tenderly bit her lower lip then massaged her lips with mine. My cage squeezed my tormented cock like a vise as it tried to grow, and I could feel the precum running down my leg now as it seeped from me. Finally Becky released me, taking a moment to catch her breath. As I caught mine, I willed her to kiss me again, but she didn’t. Instead she held me for a moment as she addressed Donna, “Damn girl, you weren’t kidding. This boy can kiss! I’ll have to put that tongue to the test later!”
Becky let me go and asked Donna if she was ready for a tour. Donna said she was more than ready. Becky took us over to the dining area and explained about taking turns, and that the food was actually catered in from some of the finest restaurants in town and then served by the club members, since nobody that wasn’t a member or a candidate was allowed inside.
She briefly showed us the “kitchen” and then led us over to the far wall of the dance floor, the one adorned with people. She moved near a young woman that was closest to us, restrained with her legs spread and slightly out from the wall. “You will only find subs on this wall. If they are here, it means that we may use them anyway we please. They are placed here either as punishment, or just at their master’s whim.” Becky took me by the hair and placed me between the girl’s legs, pushing my mouth to her sex. Not needing instruction I worked my tongue through the soft down of her pubic hair and darted it across her clit. She began to moan in thanks for the attention. I could hear Becky as she continued her narration; “If you’ll look next to of each them you will see a placard. Their dominant has written on the card whether they can be whipped or not, but most importantly, whether or not they are allowed to cum.”
The young girl was aroused when we had gotten to her. And I was certainly enjoying my attentions to her. She had begun to thrust her hips into my face as much as she could, and had gone from a satisfied moan to crying out softly, “Oh, God, Oh God, yes, ungh, unghh, yeesss .”
I heard Becky’s voice over the girl’s passions, “See Donna? Right here at the top of the card? This one can’t cum.” With that Becky unceremoniously grabbed my hair and pulled me away from the girl, who cried out in frustration, “Oh, no! No. Please, please, please, I’m so fucking close!”
Becky patted her tenderly on her right hip, “Sorry dear. You know the rules. Good luck with that.” Then she led us away. I really felt sorry for the girl. Only a few feet from her was another girl, bound a little lower on the wall with her buttocks lying on a small padded shelf. Apparently her card indicated that she was allowed to cum. The first girl looked on in anguish as the second screamed out in ecstasy while a well-toned man slammed his hard cock into her repeatedly. I could definitely empathize with the first girl. She wanted to be the one slammed, and I wanted to be the slammer!
Becky led us to through the crowd on the dance floor. Some of the people were dancing slowly, some people were just talking in small groups, and one couple danced away as the woman ground herself upon his cock, which she had mounted, her legs wrapped around his hips. I almost tripped over someone that was kneeling on the floor, then realized that there were several men and women kneeling on the floor. One of the kneeling women was gently suckling the penis of a large black man, who was holding her head in place while he engaged some other members in conversation. He carried on a conversation as if he wasn’t getting a loving blowjob from a lovely young lady.
Becky stopped momentarily, turning to Donna; “You don’t want to ruin the surprises for him in the rest of the club do you?” She had a mischievous smile and when Donna grew one too, I knew I was in trouble. Donna agreed that they should finish the tour by themselves. Becky looked around until she spotted one of the wait staff, “Oh, Tommy! Do you have a pair of cuffs we could use?” Tommy walked over to us and removed a pair of handcuffs from his belt, handing it wordlessly to Becky. She then knelt in front of me and regarded my manhood. I waited nervously as she lifted my balls, then pulled the “A” ring of my cage forward a little bit. She took one half of the handcuff and placed it around my cock behind my balls and behind the “A” ring, then snapped it shut. Now the other half of the cuffs dangled between my legs, the cold steel touching my thighs. She stood, looked about until she found what she was looking for and led me to it. I looked down and saw a large eyebolt fastened to the floor. Without explanation Becky ordered me to kneel. When my knees had touched the floor, she stepped around behind me, and then asked Donna if she would like to do the honors? Donna knelt behind me, and reaching between my buttocks, fastened the other end of the handcuffs to the eye bolt beneath me. My heart raced. I was securely fastened to the floor in a room full of strangers, my wrists fastened, my throbbing cock imprisoned.
“There. Now he won’t get into any mischief while we finish the tour.” Becky patted me on the head, and then Donna leaned down and kissed me, telling me that she loved me. With that they both casually walked off, as if they had forgotten all about me. I watched forlornly as they entered one of the other rooms, then disappeared out of sight, leaving me all “alone”. My heart pounded, and I didn’t know if I was more aroused or scared at my predicament.
It seemed as if none of the people around me were aware of my presence. Then I realized that they simply were unconcerned with my presence. I was a sub. A slave. Someone for utility, not for conversation. Then I laughed to myself. I was watching the people moving around me and it hit me. Perhaps it was simply that it would be somewhat awkward to try to hold a casual conversation with a man that was forced to stare at your crotch as you spoke!
I was there for a few minutes when a group of people that were discussing their work and the events of the day moved over by me. Again, they appeared to not even notice me as they stood around me talking quite literally “over my head”. I was listening to their conversation while looking at one woman’s incredibly well shaped ass to my right; another woman’s sex was directly in front of me. I could smell her musk as I made out that her pubes were completely shaved, while the pubic hair above it was shaved into the shape of a heart. To my left was a man talking away about politics as his huge, flaccid cock hung nearly on my shoulder. I wanted to close my eyes, but I was too fascinated by this surreal environment to do so.
I only thought that was awkward. I soon found out that I had been completely wrong about the level of their discomfort. Suddenly the man with the cock hanging on my shoulder looked down at me and addressed me nonchalantly, “Hi. I’m Jeff. You’re new here aren’t you?” Looking up past his huge cock at his face above me, I spoke timidly, “Uh, yes sir. My name is Bryan . I’m a sub.” They all looked each at other with knowing amusement as I realized what a stupid comment that was; “We kinda figured that out, Bryan . Don’t feel bad, you will feel at home here in no time.” He introduced the lady with the heart as Stephanie, and the other lady turned her beautiful ass away from me to be introduced as Fran. From behind me I heard another male introduce himself as Dave.
Just as Jeff was getting ready to make me feel even more silly by asking my opinion on the political issues they were discussing, I heard a woman’s voice approaching, saying, “Oh, here’s one that isn’t being used dear. Excuse me, do y’all mind if I use this one for a minute?” My new acquaintances said sure and moved away a few feet. I wondered what was going on, as the woman, who wasn’t fantastic, but wasn’t someone I’d kick out of bed, moved around in front of me. Without comment she leaned me back slightly and stepped forward, covering my mouth with her very hairy cunt. She began to gyrate herself against me and I soon discovered my purpose. Globs of semen, mingled with her juices, began to flow from her recesses into my mouth. Without much choice I began to swallow, then wanting to make the best of the situation, I began to make love to her tender box with my mouth and tongue. Muffled between her ample thighs I heard her talking to her mate, who apparently was standing behind me, “Don’t let me forget dear, we have to go over to mom’s tomorrow for that birthday party. What do you think we should get her? Oh, my, this one seems to really enjoy his work; we might be here a little bit. Ummmhhh. Yeah. That’s right. So do you have to work early on Monday, honey? Oh, yeah, that’s right. You do? Oh, well. We shouldn’t have to stay late at mom’s house.” She grew quiet now, as her passion took over. With my hands restrained, I couldn’t balance myself. She had begun to grind her pussy against my face, which pushed me further and further down the more she tried to do so. She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling my face deeper into her crotch

I was thankful for the assistance. She moaned and mewed her pleasure as she got closer and closer to orgasm, and her knees started to buckle. Her husband stepped forward and embraced her in support. Now both of them straddled my head as I danced my tongue on her sopping, swollen clit. I could feel his thighs against my shoulders and his cock against the back of my head, and I could hear them kissing while she cried through her orgasm. I soon discovered that she, like Donna, was an ejaculator. Her hot juices shot into my mouth and I savored them as I moaned in thanks.
After she had recovered, still in his arms, she pulled back slightly and he stepped back. She then bathed my face with her sopping, hairy cunt until my entire face was wet. I closed my eyes until she was finished. When I realized that she was done wiping herself on me, I opened my eyes only to discover that they were gone, having disappeared into the crowd without so much as a word to me.
My arms were a little sore by this point, but I didn’t care. Mr. Happy was straining maddeningly against his merciless prison, and I could feel the precum dripping onto my legs below it. It may seem strange to anyone who hasn’t been locked up for an extended time, but I loved it. Not just my usual perversion about forced chastity, but because the constant pressure against the cage was at least a sensation. The uncontrollable, unattainable need to become erect may be torture, but I think the time I spend flaccid, with no sensations at all, are even harder to bear.   As if to reaffirm the surreal nature of my evening, my newfound friends returned to where I was secured and Jeff resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened. While he spoke to me, seeking my opinion, Fran kneeled down in front of me, examining my genitals as if fascinated. She looked up and said, “Look at this Steph. I’ve never seen a dick this purple.” Steph knelt down next to her. She tenderly held my balls in her little hand, then pulled them up and from side to side, causing me to groan beseechingly. “Oh, wow, you’re right! And his balls look like they’re gonna pop!” Then she addressed me; “Does it hurt? How long has it been?” I explained that it didn’t actually hurt that it was just incredibly frustrating. When I explained how long it had been since I’d cum, and how long Donna had promised it was yet to be, both of the girls replied with an “Aww �” at the same time Jeff said, “Holy shit, you poor sonofabitch. That isn’t what we are in to, so I can’t imagine. Damn.”
Stephanie continued to manipulate my manhood, and although I tried to maintain some masculine decorum, I was beyond control. I began to whimper and tried to thrust my cock towards her hand. The contact felt wonderful, but only made me want more! She began to tug on my caged cock and I frantically pushed myself forward. She asked me how big I was when I was able to get hard. When I squeaked out my answer I could tell that my torment turned her on, “All that is crammed into that little tube? You poooor little baby! I love it!” (Why do I have a feeling that Jeff is going to be in for a surprise regarding his “that’s not what we’re into” comment)? With that she slowly let her hand drift off of my cock, she and Fran both laughing as I tried to follow her hand. “I bet you would just love to have a blowjob, wouldn’t you? Somebody sucking that gorgeous cock, and nibbling on your balls?”
I choked out a hopeful reply, “Yes, ma’am ” because I knew she could at least give me part of that.
Was there no end to how evil women could be? What was it that gave them such glee in tormenting a man when they had him at their mercy? “I’d love to give that too you; I bet you are just FULL of cum. Too bad you can’t have it, baby. But you can always watch a free man get it, can’t you little darlin?” She remained on her knees in front of me but beckoned Jeff to her. I realized that his massive cock had hardened from our talk. It was like a bat! Extending straight out from his body, it had to be at least a foot long and as big around as my arm. Stephanie positioned him directly in front of me and both girls began to work his manhood. They would take turns, one trying to get his massive tool as far into her mouth as possible while the other worked on his huge ball sack. He had apparently cum several times already this evening, because he seemed to last forever. Every once and awhile one of the girls would taunt me, reminding me that if I hadn’t decided to be a sub, then they could and would be working on my cock instead. Is there no threshold that I can reach? A place where I don’t become even more ravenous and frustrated? I subconsciously thrust forward each time Jeff did, as if my cock was willing itself to be his.
After working on him for half an hour with no end in sight, the girls decided it was time to get theirs. Fran moved around behind me and let me rest my head back against her soft abdomen while Stephanie stood, placed her arms around Jeff’s neck, then mounted his huge manhood where he stood. She began to pound violently onto him. I watched awestruck as his glistening piston revealed itself and disappeared over and over again. Fran grasped my hair in her fingers as we watched Stephanie shoot through one orgasm after another. Steph pounded and ground herself against Jeff’s cock as she lost all control. I’d never seen anyone that lost in the moment, “Ungh, ungh! UUUUuuuuggghhhhhhhhh!!!! FUCK! YEEESSSSSSSSS!!!! Make me cum!” Grinding violently she actually began to cry, tears running down her face, “Oooohhh �..ooohhhhh�uunnnggghhhhh�.uh huh, uh huh! Don’t you wish you could cum, you little bastard!? It’s so feels so fucking good! I haven’t cum this hard in a long time! Ungghhhh!” Pounding again now, I couldn’t tell if she was on her sixth orgasm or if they had just run together, “I feel like I’m getting to have all the orgasms you can’t have! It’s so glorious! I can, you can’t! I can, YOU can’t!” She was laughing as she came now. I couldn’t believe her reaction to my frustration!
It seemed to go on forever. My cock was now bobbing up and down repeatedly and I seemed helpless to control it. Finally Jeff groaned, his balls tightened up and Stephanie pressed herself tightly against him as he came hard, holding her tightly against him. They held each other for several moments, literally drenched in sweat. When they finally relaxed, Fran stepped around in front of me and hefted Jeff’s now limp penis, then regarded Stephanie teasingly, “You bitch! You used it all up!” Then she turned back to me, “Oh, well. Time to go to work, Bryan .” She turned around so that her perfectly shaped ass was facing me, then leaned back until it was resting on my face. I felt honored, because she truly did have to most perfect ass I had ever seen, and I think she knew it. She wriggled it about on me until I could get my greedy tongue into her tender pubes. She was so aroused that it wasn’t long before she was groaning through several orgasms of her own, fucking my face with her ass while I darted my tongue against her clit. When it seemed that she had calmed down and was almost finished, I lifted up slightly so that I could massage her rear passage with my lips and tongue, alternately pushing my tongue into her. She seemed revitalized and cried out, “Oh shit! Oh, God! Keep doing that! Don’t stop, don’t sto �.yesss! Fuck my ass! MMMMGGGHHHHH��.” Wow! I liked that reaction; she went wild. I could tell she wanted to hold my tongue against her, but she couldn’t in this position. So she had to depend on me to keep going until she’d had all she could take. Finally she dropped to the floor in front of me, trying to catch her breath. When she did, she turned to me; “You are going to be a hit around here. And you better just get ready any time you see me coming, sweetheart.”
When she stood, I figured our encounter was over. But when she stepped aside, Stephanie came into view, “Clean up time, kiddo.” As her bare, cum covered pussy enveloped my face, I could hear the muffled sound of Jeff’s voice next to me, resuming our earlier conversation, even though he knew I couldn’t possibly answer.
What kind of world had Donna and I entered into? I didn’t know for sure, but I did know that I liked it. Chapter 6 Bryan gets used, used, & used – and loves it.   How did I get here? I mean, how did I get to this point in experiencing my deviant fantasies? How could I be this lucky?!
I knelt on my knees, leaning back on my ankles in the middle of the floor of the club. I couldn’t stand. A pair of handcuffs had me secured firmly to the floor; one end of the cuff was fastened to the base of my balls, just behind the “A” ring of my chastity tube. The other half was locked onto an eyebolt mounted to the floor. My wrists were bound and fastened to the belt buckled to my waist.
I sat waiting for Donna and her friend Becky to return. Becky was giving Donna a tour of the club, and had secured me here so that they could finish the tour alone. I had been here for at least two hours, and finally I spotted them entering the main ballroom of the club, and walking towards me. The room was still crowded with other club members, mostly standing around talking, some engaged in various sex acts. My wife and her friend were not in any hurry, stopping and chatting with several couples that Becky wanted Donna to meet as they made their way to me. I could hear bits and pieces of their conversations over the noise of the crowd. Becky introduced one woman and told Donna something about “great head”, then stopped and talked to a slender man, pointing out his long, slender penis and telling Donna that he was perfect if she decided she wanted to try anal.
They had finally made it to where I sat, and I was anticipating being released from my uncomfortable position on the floor. Just as Donna was beginning to talk to me Becky pulled her away, walking her past me, “Lamont!” Lamont, come over here, baby! I’ve got some fresh meat for you!” I heard a deep male voice answer Becky with a laugh. Apparently he had just come into the club. They were standing a few feet behind me, so that I could easily hear the conversation, but couldn’t see anything. I could tell that Becky was excited, “Lamont, this is Donna. She and her “hubby” are new to the club. Donna, THIS is Lamont.” “Lamont” and Donna exchanged pleasantries, then Becky continued, “Can she see it? You aren’t gonna believe this Donna, it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. Come on darlin’ drop those drawers and let her see it!”
I could hear him chuckle softly, then the rustle of his pants being lowered. Then I heard Donna gasp in shock and say, “Oh, My God!” I tried to crane my neck around so that I could see what she was viewing. I made it far enough to see, but then I quickly turned back around. I didn’t want to look. Almost like when you see a cop car at an intersection and refuse to look at it, subconsciously thinking that you will summon them to yourself if you do. And I definitely did not want to summon what I saw to come looking for me! I closed my eyes.
What I had caught a glimpse of was a very large black man, at least six foot, four inches tall, and well muscled over his entire body. His arms and his legs rippled with muscles and his stomach had a very well defined six pack. But what scared me was what hung flaccid from his groin. Extending from a thick patch of pubic hair was a mocha colored cock. Hell, the term cock didn’t do it justice! What would you call it? It had been as thick around as a soda can, and although completely soft, its head had swung just below his knees. That head was even more big around than the rest of it, and the slit in the end of it was longer across than my cock was around. I heard Donna, “Oh wow! It feels so good! I can’t get my hands around it! Do you really get this inside women?”
“Yes, baby. I’ll take my time with you and you’ll love it. But we should save that for later, ok?”
“Sure, but don’t forget me! I gotta try this on for size”
I could hear Lamont pulling his pants up, and then he walked past me and towards the dining area. Donna and Becky both walked back in front of me, and watched glassy eyes until he was out of sight.
They turned back to me, and Donna tousled my hair, “Poor baby, I bet you could use some attention, couldn’t you?” I told her sheepishly about all of the attention that I had gotten while they had been gone, and she replied that she’d been having fun too, but I’d have to wait to hear about it. She did seem excited about my exploits, though, as did Becky. Becky stepped in front of me, then straddled my head, shoving my face into her sex. I began to delve my tongue into her folds and she asked, “Is this how they used you?” I mumbled an “uh, huh”, and she slowly pulled back. “They were kind to you little one. Would you like to see the sadistic way to use a service slave cuffed to the floor?” I shook my head no, but Becky just looked to Donna and asked her, “Would you like to see it?” I watched Donna, willing her to say no, but should have known better as she nodded and said, “Yeah, you bet.”
With that, Becky took hold of my hair as she lay on her back in front of me, “Ok, lover boy. You are going to eat me till I come at least three times.” That hardly seemed sadistic to me, but obviously I just wasn’t thinking. Becky pulled my head towards her sweet pussy. Oh, shit. Uuggnnnhhh. Being pushed back on my haunches to service someone had been a little uncomfortable, but being pulled forward to do so pulled my poor tortured cock and balls against the cuffs restraining them. It caused me a great deal of pain as a burning sensation began to permeate from my scrotum. “Do a good job, boy. The quicker you give me what I want, the sooner I let you back up.” As I began darting my tongue across her clit and massaging her nether lips with mine, I whimpered with the pain. Oh, please cum quickly! It hurts! My prayers were answered when Becky moaned through her first orgasm. Only two more to go!
But then Becky pulled away from me by a couple more inches. I looked at her in shock. What was she doing? “You better get over here and finish, or you won’t get any relief.” I stretched myself as far as I could, finally, after much effort getting close enough to fuck her with my tongue again. It hurt so damn bad! She grabbed my head and ground it into her sex. I darted my tongue back and forth; up and down across her clit in a panic, I had to make her cum before she pulled my cock off! Hot tears of frustration were streaming down my face now, searing onto her fat pussy lips as I groaned “mmmmppphhhhhh!!!!!” into her sweet sex. She cried out “Yes!” as she felt my pain and began fucking my face ravenously, turned on beyond belief. She completely lost it, her violent bucking only serving to tug on my poor manhood even more, causing more moans from me, which only served to excite her more. It was a vicious cycle, but I guess it helped in a way. I didn’t have to worry about working her up for the third orgasm she had ordered, because she seemed to scream through a dozen of them in one continuous stream. Finally she lay there trying to catch her breath, sated for the moment. She was so out of it by now that Donna had to reach down and gently pry her fingers from my head, then lift me up onto my haunches again, relieving the pressure on my poor tortured cock. “Are you ok?” I shook my head no, “Of course not, but I’m in heaven, ma’am.”
When Becky recovered, she and Donna unfastened me. Having had her fun, Becky lovingly helped Donna massage the circulation back into my manhood. Wow. The contradictions in the experiences I was having made our evening all the more exciting. I couldn’t wait to see what came next!
I got a bit of a reprieve from people’s imaginations, as the ladies decided that they were hungry. The three of us sat at a table in the dining area, chatting and watching the antics of the people on the dance floor. The food was very good, and a couple of beers helped me forget the soreness in my scrotum. By the time we had finished eating I was fully recovered and ready for more adventure.
When we finished, Donna asked Becky if we paid at the table, or at a register somewhere. Becky assured her that our dinners were included in the dues, that all we had to worry about was a tip for the server. Asked how much, Becky laughed and leaned forward so that she could whisper into Donna’s ear. Donna looked surprised at first, then her eyes glimmered with comprehension, “Well, I guess that would make up for them missing out on a night in the club, wouldn’t it?” I looked at her curiously, but she ignored me and continued her conversation with Becky about other things. Eventually our server returned and asked politely if there would be anything else. Becky replied that no, we were done. Donna glanced at me and asked, “Do you think Simon took good care of us, dear?” I replied sure, he’d kept our drinks full and the service was prompt and courteous.
“Well, then take care of his tip please, while we finish our talk.” She looked back to Becky and continued talking. I sat there dumbfounded; wondering where I was supposed to have cash, clad as I was, wearing only my chastity tube. After a couple of minutes Donna glanced back at me, apparently annoyed, “Well?”
“But I don’t have any money, ma’am.”
Donna rolled her eyes as if to say, “No, shit.” Then she directed her eyes toward the waiter, who stood patiently at the end of the table, awaiting the tip he had been promised. Her eyes dropped to his waist and reality dawned on me. Protruding out from his trousers was an average sized erection. I looked at Donna beseechingly, asking her for mercy with my eyes. Her only reply was to point at Simon’s waiting cock with her index finger. I slowly slid out of my chair and to my knees. Simon turned towards me and I must have been crimson as I knelt at the end of our table fellating our waiter in full view of the entire dining area. Eventually he grabbed my head and held it firmly on his cock as he shot cum down my throat, causing me to gag and try to swallow as best I could. Donna and Becky continued talking as if nothing was going on while Simon grunted through his orgasm. Finally he released me, looking down to where I was staring at his now flaccid member, still somewhat dazed, and said, “Thank you sir. You are very generous.” Then he replaced his manhood into his trousers, zipped up and walked off towards the kitchen for his next order. No wonder the service was so damn good. I was almost looking forward to my stint as the wait staff.
Becky told Donna that she was going to have to call it an evening. Donna thanked her for the tour and the introductions to the members that she’d met while I had been restrained. They kissed and then Donna ordered me to give her a kiss. Becky was delighted and we both enjoyed a lengthy, passionate kiss before she left. Wow.
After Becky disappeared into the crowd, Donna and I sat at our table for a few more minutes, talking excitedly like to conspirators about our evening so far. It only served to work her up all over again. “Ok, darling. Are you ready for me to give you a tour of the rest of the club? Or at least part of it? I don’t think I want to let you see all of it tonight.” Of course I was ready. And Mr. Happy was beyond ready!
Donna led me by the hand across the dance floor, practically dragging me in her excitement. As we approached the doorway that I had seen her and Becky disappear beyond earlier, I realized that it opened onto a long hallway. Once we walked past the doorway we stopped. There were several doors along the corridor, and to our left was a stairway.
Donna paused, “Let’s see. We’ll probably only have time for one room tonight. Which one do I want to play in first?” It was a rhetorical question, of course. I waited nervously for her decision. Finally she spun me towards the stairway, and gave me a push, “I think I want to play in the dungeon! It looked fun!” I made my way up the stairs in front of her, and she kept grabbing and tickling my butt as I walked just in front and above her, “Damn, you’ve got a great ass. I’m gonna make the other girls jealous!” I blushed. She was always raving about my butt, and it always embarrassed me.
Finally we reached the top of the stairs and stopped. She gave me a few moments to take in the view. It was a large room. Not nearly as large as the main hall, but certainly large enough. There were several large beds, and interspersed amongst them were various restraint devices. They ranged from old-fashioned stocks and cross beams to cages and benches with eye bolts for the wrist and ankle restraints all of us slaves seemed to be wearing. There were even a couple of “birdcages” suspended from the ceiling, one of which had a hapless young lady locked inside, completely nude save for her chastity belt.
There were about a half a dozen people in the room when we entered besides the prisoner hanging above us. We scanned the members already there, most of them engaged in one sex act or another. One woman was whipping her bound slave with a cat o’ nine tails, another couple were engaged in a sixty-nine, a third couple was working together to please another woman. As our eyes scanned the room we both recognized him at same time. I glanced at Donna. While my reaction had been an instant, “Oh, shit”, she had a gleam in her eye and I could see her arousal level had tripled. Lamont had been lounging on a leather couch against the far wall, watching the show. He seemed to feel our eyes upon him and looked over at us, a broad smile overtaking his face quickly. He stood and sauntered over to us, that anaconda like serpent swaying slowly back and forth as he walked. When he reached us, he completely ignored me and went right to Donna, telling her that he was so glad she had come. He turned and called to another man, “Hey, Roy , come meet some of our newest members!”
” Roy ” walked over to us. He was a middle-aged man, standing at least six-foot, three inches tall, and in good shape, although not nearly as well muscled as Lamont. Remember that Donna was wearing her four-inch heels. So here I stood, mostly ignored as they chatted, while they all towered over me. I felt like a child and the feeling of insignificance only served to magnify my humiliation. Then I looked down at my caged, throbbing, precum dripping member, completely useless to anyone right now, and without wanting to I glanced over at Lamont’s freakishly huge black cock and Roy ‘s smaller but hard white manhood. My face burned with embarrassment. I knew that in a few moments my wife would be enjoying their services while I stood by uselessly. What the hell was wrong with me? I should want to kick their asses. Instead Mr. Happy tried in vain to break through his prison, making it grip me even tighter, which only served to excite me even more. I moaned as the arousal overtook me.
This caught their attention, and they all had a good natured laugh at my expense as a huge dollop of precum streamed from the end of my cage to the floor beneath me.
Lamont took my beautiful wife’s arm, “Well, I guess we have his approval, now don’t we?” Chapter 7 Donna takes a monster, Bryan suffers.   Donna regarded her waiting lovers. Lamont and Roy were certainly regarding her beautiful body. Her heavy breasts already had a couple of hickeys on them, and I hadn’t been there when she got them. Both men were much taller than I am, and Donna was wearing four-inch heels, so they all towered over me. It was humiliating having to crane my neck to look up at them as they spoke to each other as if I wasn’t there.
Donna ran her fingernails lightly across Lamont’s muscular chest. He had taken her hand to lead her to one of the nearby beds, and she had given him a look telling him to wait for a moment. She stood on her toes to whisper in his ear, then glanced down at me. They both laughed. Lamont looked thoughtful for a moment then directed Donna’s attention to a large four-poster bed at the back of the room. He motioned her to follow him, so I trailed behind them. As we walked through the room I watched Donna’s beautiful ass swaying back and forth in front of me. My poor tortured manhood strained against its plastic prison. Oh, God how I wish I could slide into her moist cunt. I was terrified that she may not have any use for me after Lamont finished with her.
When we reached the back of the room we got a closer look at the bed. The mattress was at least three feet off of the ground, and four very sturdy oak posts supported it. Suspended from each of the posts were thick sleeves that had fur inside of them. The top of each post had an eyebolt attached. I was only curious, and saw the look of “OK, what is it?” that Donna gave Lamont. My curiosity turned to dismay when Lamont turned and easily picked me up by my waist. Still holding me as if I was a rag doll, Lamont climbed up on the bed, and then Roy followed him. Lamont held me face down, one huge hand on my midsection and the other at my thighs. As he did so Roy took my left arm and slid it inside the sleeve hanging from the bottom left side of the bed, then fastened the wrist cuff already on my wrist to the eye bolt on top of the post. He repeated the process with each of my other limbs until I was hanging suspended from the top of the four posts. My head, supported by a strap across my forehead, was towards the foot of the bed as I was stretched spread eagle over it. Lamont let go of me and my midsection sagged towards the mattress.   Donna was giddy in her response, “That is terrific! You guys are sadistic, I love it!” She reached out and touched my caged cock, “But he sags down so much here, won’t he get in the way?”
Lamont winked at her, “No, baby. We aren’t done with him yet. Grab that mirror on the table and set it under him so he can see how I’m gonna do him up”.
Donna placed a mirror beneath me on the bed, and when I looked down into it I could see my cock and the view between my legs. I watched nervously as Lamont slid small door open in the ceiling. Then he reached up into the space there and pulled something down. At first I couldn’t figure out what it was, then I began to sweat when I figured it out. A thick 7″ dildo was attached to a chrome rod that evidently telescoped from a mount above the ceiling. The dildo was at a 90-degree angle from the vertical rod, and was pointed straight at my buttocks. Lamont appeared to measure the distance, then slid a pin into holes in the rod, securing the dildo at that height. Then he reached down and grabbed my waist, lifting it up to that level. Next he slowly, but not too gently, inserted the phallus into my rectum. When he let go of my waist, I was now suspended from the ceiling by the cock in my ass. “There, now he won’t be in the way, and he’ll have to watch while you get some real cock.”
Donna, my sweet love, walked around the bed checking me out, then twisted my nipples as she laughed. Then she lifted her hand up and Lamont took her hand, helping her up onto the massive bed.
After this point I was as much as forgotten for over an hour. But I couldn’t forget my love and her lovers. I had a perfect view of their passion. The frustration was incredible. I couldn’t touch myself, no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn’t even rub myself against something to get a sensation of any kind. My cock throbbed inside its prison. The only contribution I got to make to the scene immediately below me was the inevitable precum that seeped from my straining manhood through the cock tube and onto the bed below.
Lamont lie down on his back beneath me, then Donna lay on her side next to him. As I watched her caress his muscles, then the huge hose that lay across his leg, I couldn’t help but glance towards my own caged manhood. I looked back down at his growing cock and realized that I would have to redefine the term “manhood” in my mind.
The thick cable that extended from Lamont’s midsection lay across his muscled leg like a huge sausage, the flared head nearly touching the sheets on the other side. Donna ran her long fingernails gently along the length of it in amazement, then began to softly caress his heavy ball sack. When she did so the monster came to life, blood could be seen to course through its thick veins and the head swelled, seeming to look around for the being that had awakened it. Donna showed her pleasure, “Mmmm, yeah”. How do I explain my feelings when I still can’t unravel them all myself? I was beyond frustration. But I don’t know if it was more because my wife was about to fuck the stud beneath me, or because I was watching his cock grow and mine could not. Mr. Happy definitely was not at this point. He was a deep purple at this point, and his head had been mashed against the end of the cock cage for so long that the slit in the end of the cage had left an imprint. My balls were swollen and felt as if they would pop if touched. I felt as if I was on the very edge of cumming, but had of course learned by now that it was only a vicious illusion visited upon me.
Lamont’s serpent continued to grow, rolling slowly over, as if groggy, until finally it was pointing straight up towards his chest. Donna leaned over and began kissing from the head down the length of the creature. It seemed to take forever until she finally reached the base, slowly sucking first one, the other of his balls into her mouth. I know my eyes had to be as big as saucers watching him grow to his full length. Oh my God. Donna leaned up and for the first time saw it fully grown. I heard her suck in her breath and gasp. The head rested far up into his abdomen. It had to be fifteen inches long, thick as a beer can and hard as a rock. Donna reached out and touched the head tentatively and it throbbed, flaring in response. I couldn’t help myself, “Donna, please, no…….you’ll never want……..” My thought drifted off. She would never want me again.
Roy reached down to the floor and picked up a pair of soiled panties that lay there. They weren’t Donna’s. He reached up and shoved them into my mouth, then tied a scarf around my head to secure them there. Donna did not even acknowledge my words, I don’t think she even heard me. Roy whispered in my ear, “you probably right, man. Live with it.”
A drop of precum formed at the slit atop the monster’s head. Donna leaned over and licked it up, then took as much of the head in her mouth as she could, “mmmm”. Lamont pulled her astride him and caressed her heavy breasts, “I’ve found it works best if you mount ME first, so you can control how much of him you take. I don’t wanna hurt you, darlin'”.
She reached down and lovingly picked up the massive tool, trying to aim it at her sex. With me she would’ve been up on her knees and guiding me in; with him she had to stand up on the bed to make room as she pulled it straight up. From my vantage point I could see his cock pointing skyward, and her from the back as she slowly lowered herself towards it. I noticed her juices running down her leg already. At least she would be well lubricated for the assault she was bringing on herself. She rubbed the swollen head across her sopping wet lips and used it to toy with her clit for awhile until she shuddered through an orgasm, almost falling back to her knees. Roy placed his hand on her back to support her. Once she regained her composure she placed the head of his cock at her hot entrance and began rocking back and forth on it, slowly applying pressure downward. I could hardly believe my eyes as the flared mane of the ebony head suddenly popped inside of her! She stopped for a moment in surprise at the unfamiliar intensity of the sensation, “Uh!?” She placed her hands on his arms to support herself until she regained control, “Oh, fuck! God, yes, mmmmmppph”. She began rocking back and forth atop the enormous piston, the more and more of it began to disappear inside of her. When fully half of it had been removed from view she stop for a moment and rotated her hips as if letting it adjust inside of her, “Oh, shit Lamont. This is already more than I think I can take. It feels so damn good! Oh, shit, oh shit! I’m cumming again!” She lost control as she convulsed through the ecstasy and we were both surprised to see when she calmed down again that only a third of his cock remained.
Lamont just grinned up at her, “Take your time baby. I won’t move or do nuthin’ till you tell me its OK.” She began pumping up and down now, tenderly, carefully. She would almost stand until the head was just barely visible, then slowly drop down upon it again. She was moaning in pleasure the entire time, and I was moaning in frustration. For at least ten minutes she kept up this regimen, groaning, “Oh, holy shit…..damn…..yeeeessss, oh, my…..”. I was amazed, jealous and horny as hell all at once. Precum was dripping from my cock and falling to Lamont’s midsection below, forming a puddle, “you gonna lick that up, man.” Shit.
Suddenly Donna stopped, and looked down in surprise. She had suddenly felt Lamont’s groin against hers. She giggled like a school girl who’d just made the cheerleader squad, “Oh, my God! I did it, I did it!” I couldn’t believe it either; his huge cock was buried balls deep inside my wife. Would she even notice my cock if she let me make love to her again?
She lay down on him and kissed him as she laughed, grinding herself against the impaler giddily.
She kept fucking herself against him until she had to stop while waves of orgasms swept over her body, He held her head to his chest in support as she trembled violently.
When she regained her composure, he lifted her head up, “Are you ready for some real fuckin?” She smiled down at him, “Oh, yeah, do it, take me!” Keeping her impaled on his huge tool, he rolled over until she was below him. He got up on her knees above her, then slowly, teasingly, he slid his manhood out of her. It glistened with her juices and throbbed with anticipation. Mine throbbed too, but only in torment. She whined, “Please? Don’t tease me, fuck me, fuck me please?” He placed the head back against her pussy and she wriggled against it, trying to suck it inside in desperation. He slowly began to fill her again and she moaned her satisfaction. For several moments he slid in and out of her gently while she sighed her pleasure. He looked into her eyes and asked her if she was OK. She looked at him puzzled, and then realized what was about to happen. She reached above her and grasped the headboard, then nodded her ascent.
Lamont lifted her legs up and placed them over his shoulders, holding onto her thighs. Then he stopped being gentle. He pulled that monster almost all of the way out of her and then violently slammed it back in until his balls slapped against her firm buttocks. She screamed,   AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He ignored her continuous cries as he pounded into her relentlessly. The muscles rippled across his buttocks and back as he forced himself on her battered sex, pistoning over and over and over again for what seemed like an eternity. Donna began to cum, but he wouldn’t stop to let her catch her breath. He never stopped as she screamed and panted, her knuckles turning white around the posts on the headboard. I lost count of her orgasms. She lost her grip on the headboard and I watched as she began pounding her fists into the bed, her head, her entire body thrashing about trying to deal with the orgasms that coursed through her body.
My poor cock. It almost felt numb as it pressed against its cage, trying to break free. I wanted to cry in frustration and loss, but an overwhelming joy at Donna’s ecstasy overwhelmed those feelings. I know many will just think I’m a freak, but if you love being teased, and you love your wife, if you are like me, then you’ll understand the confluence of emotions. What happened next made my heart soar. It was totally unexpected, but it took away all the negative, replacing it with only joy.
Donna stopped thrashing around and grabbed Lamont’s muscular arms for support. She began to rock herself forward onto his cock, still crying out through more orgasms, “Oh, Oh, Ohhhh, God! Oh, I’ve never had it! I’ve never had it! Yes, YEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!! Fuuuuuccccckkkk!!!!! Oh, GOD BRYAN, it’s so damn good! Bryan, Bryan , I can’t stop cumming! I’m on FIRE!!!” She shook convulsively, uncontrollably for minutes, “I love you, Bryan!”
Yes, my heart soared. It was still US!! I was still the one she was thinking about even as this stud rammed his humongous cock into her. Giving her something I never could. Or perhaps in a way it WAS me that was giving it to her, but being the way I am.
Lamont had maintained his attack for at least half an hour now. Finally he pushed himself into my wife as far as he could, his ass tightened. He groaned out a mighty roar and I could tell from the look on Donna’s face that his cock was swelling even larger within in her as he came. I could see his seed seeping out around his cock. He came and came and came. Donna moaned gently through another orgasm as his cum shot against her insides. Finally Lamont calmed and so did Donna. He slowly slid that magnificent slab of meat out of her, glistening with their combined cum.
Lamont lay down next to her and they both caught their breath. Roy began to move between Donna’s legs but she stopped him. “Sorry honey, but I think I’ve had all the cock I can take tonight. I am completely fucked out!” Seeing the look of disappointment on his face she thought for a moment. “I know you’ve been patient. If you’ll get my hubby down for me, we’ll make sure you get taken care of.”
In a few moments I was standing at the side of the bed. Donna motioned me onto the bed, “Time for clean up baby, you know what to do.” I lay down between her perspiration covered legs and looked at her sex. It was a wreck! But it had never looked more beautiful. I began to gently make love to it with my lips and tongue, tenderly sucking away the mess. Unbeknownst to me Donna had signaled Roy and I suddenly felt my hips being pulled upwards. Then I felt his cock invading my ass.
Apparently Roy liked it slow. I spent the next half hour with him slowly sawing his manhood into my ass while I cleaned first Donna, then was made to clean Lamont. I could barely get the head of his cock into my mouth. Donna and Lamont both surprised me by cumming in my mouth before Roy finally grabbed my hips and filled my poor buttocks with his cum.
Afterwards both of the men bid us good night, welcoming us to the club and kissing my wife goodbye.
Donna dressed herself tenderly, but would not allow me to get dressed. We walked through the club hand in hand and out to our car. I drove us home as Donna dozed in the passenger seat. Once home I carried her up to our bedroom and lay her in our bed. I held her sated body and contemplated my new life as my cock begged for relief that was not to be granted anytime soon. Chapter 8 Donna keeps Bryan on a chastity high.   Sunday saw me getting some relief. No, unfortunately, not that kind. But Donna was so worn out from our exploits that she had little to no interest in sex. We lay in bed together until past noon, cuddling. It was terrific. The only problem I had of course was that my poor cock had very much interest in sex. I had been awakened several times during the night as he strained against his plastic prison.
The CB-3000 had become very familiar to him and me by now. It felt almost as if it was a part of me, that it was supposed to encase my manhood. Anyone who has been imprisoned in a chastity device for an extended period of time knows what I am talking about. And I don’t know if words can suffice to express the feelings to anyone who hasn’t. I have wondered if it may be a version of the Stockholm syndrome. This is when hostages begin to relate to their captors because they rely upon them so much. A somewhat simplified explanation, but it will work for our purposes. I had come to find the cage comfortable, as if it had molded itself to the base of my penis, and my penis to it. Almost as a pair of shoes or jeans become fitted to your feet or your butt after a few days of being worn. When I wasn’t aroused, it was easy to forget that I even had it on. Of course when I was aroused it was sheer torture as my cock tried to push well beyond the space allowed it within the cage. Yet even that became a comforting sensation. I know it sounds strange, but I’ll try to explain. When your cock tries to expand, it ends up pressing very firmly against not only the end, but the sides of the cage, resulting in a sensation almost like being squeezed firmly by a hand (of course a beautiful woman’s hand in my imagination). So that tight squeeze is something you desire, contact with your deprived manhood.
Thus results the extreme and contradicting feelings. While I certainly yearn for the cage to be removed so that I can sink my throbbing cock into Donna’s moist, enveloping sex, when it is removed, a part of me misses it because I’m so used to it. While I want to feel a nice, hard, satisfying erection, since I can’t have that I revel in the sensation of having my throbbing manhood squeezed tightly within its cage. The only feeling that doesn’t have a corresponding contradiction is that I want to cum!!!!! Oh, how I need to cum!!!! I want to feel hot semen blasting through and out of my dick instead of seeping out uselessly. I want to feel the hot surge of an orgasm flushing throughout my body. Dammit, I need to cum!
When we finally got out of bed we showered together. I lathered Donna up and took my time washing her beautiful body, caressing her lovingly as I did so. I massaged her back firmly, working my way down to her perfect buttocks, and caressing them lightly. She turned around and I began at her shoulders, then gently cleaning her magnificent breasts. I stood awestruck momentarily as I stared at the hickeys that covered them from the repeated sucking they had endured during her brutal fucking the night before. Oh, damn how I wish I had put them there! Mr. Happy surged inside his cage, and Donna giggled playfully, playing with her tits and letting out an exaggerated moan of ecstasy, then giggling mischievously again as she smiled at me.
After our shower Donna told me officially what I had already figured out. She was completely “fucked out” and wanted to just spend the day together doing things we liked to do as a couple. Its not like I really had a choice in the matter, if she was not in the mood she wasn’t in the mood. But when she caressed my arms and asked if I was o. k. with that, it served to remind me that our dominant/submissive relationship was special. It was turning out to be just where we wanted it to be, where we could both be comfortable with it. When we were at play there was no question who was in charge and who absolutely wasn’t, but she still respected me enough to want me to be happy. And as I said before, I wasn’t to be relegated to being a gender confused wimp cowering in a corner. Damn, I love her! I told her that although I was still on a sexual high and definitely wanted to cum, I also needed a bit of a reprieve.
We spent the day relaxing by slowly getting around for a day out. Donna likes to search antique shops for items that she collects, and we both really enjoy sitting and reading a good book. So we “ran the traps” of her favorite shops, then spent an hour or so drifting around inside our favorite bookstore. Then we took in a movie before enjoying dinner in quiet, out of the way restaurant.
I wouldn’t want to leave you with the impression that the day was completely asexual, because that was not possible in my current condition and with Donna’s mischievous nature. We walked everywhere arm in arm, kissing occasionally and talking quietly like lovers do. Donna wore a sun dress, which she knows drives me absolutely nuts, and as if that wasn’t enough she chose one that was very low cut so I could see the hickeys on the exposed parts of her breasts. She was teasing me subtly, with very little effort at all. Each time the sunlight created a silhouette of her heavenly form beneath the sundress, each time I saw the bruising on her ample breasts, and each time I caught some guy staring at the same things, it aroused me all over again. In addition to these, she would occasionally tease me overtly, and of course she insisted that we return the bookstore which employed the clerk that we now knew was into femdom. And more importantly knew something of my secrets too.
The clerk spotted us in the store and kept casting furtive glances at me. She appeared to be only nineteen or twenty, which only served to reaffirm my impression that in spite of her earlier comments about being a “top, always”, she was probably either an inexperienced domme or a wannabe. As Donna and I sat in the coffee shop area, I commented on this to her and she agreed. She observed the girl “working” in a nearby aisle and caught her watching us. She held out her hand to me, “give me one of your business cards”. I did so and she jotted down her cellular phone number on the back with a short note that read “call sometime if you would like to take part in a training session, it could be fun”. Donna handed me back the card, “O. K., there’s not anyone around her right now. I want you to approach her, kneel down in front of her and hand her the card. Tell her that I want her name.”
I stood and approached the girl, who looked as if she were about to turn and run, but didn’t. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking (wouldn’t want to get her in trouble at work), then knelt down in front of her. I silently handed her the card and waited as she read it. A giddy smile took over her lovely face and she looked at Donna and nodded. I quietly told her that my Mistress would like to know her name. She hesitated, nervous, then leaned down and whispered it in my ear. As I stood and turned to go, she stopped me, grabbing my arm, and offering a quick “thank you”. I reached out and took her hand, leaned in a little closer and whispered, “my pleasure, ma’am. It appears that I am to be at your service, miss. From now on thanks will not be necessary.” I then walked back to my seat and told Donna that the young lady’s name is Cindy.
With all of this going on, by the time we left the restaurant to go home, my cock had been straining against my cage intermittently all day, and the front of my jeans were darkened with soaked in precum. Donna laughed playfully at me as I tried to make it to the car without too many people noticing.
At home we sat and held each other in the living room for awhile, talking about the changes in our lives and how they would affect us. We each reiterated that we had to be careful around the kids, but that other than that we were going to have fun with it. Eventually we got around and changed clothes, ones that didn’t prominently display my seeping cock or her “fuck bites” as she called them jokingly, then went and got the kids from their respective friend’s houses.
Later that night we drifted off to sleep as I held her in my arms, wondering what the coming days would bring.
The weekdays were still filled with sexual tension for me, but not nearly as intense as the weekends had been. Donna was still intent on maintaining the tease, and not just having me wear the CB-3000.
Monday morning we were awakened by the alarm. I rolled over to kiss Donna good morning. She accepted my kiss, and then without ceremony placed her hand on my head and pushed me downward toward her nether regions, “give me a nice, slow, good morning cum, little boy. Nice and gentle, mmmmmmmm, yeah, that’s it…”
I smothered her inner thighs and kisses, then covered her entire sex with my mouth, using my lips to gently massage her pubis for a few moments. Then I lightly traced the outside of her soft petals with my tongue before I sucked first one and then the other into my mouth. Releasing them, I separated them with my tongue and ran it up and down the insides of her lips, bathing them lovingly. Donna reached down and grasped my hair, “oh, yeah, that’s it baby, take your time….” She sighed contentedly, then moaned quietly, sounding almost like a kitten purring.
I flattened out my tongue and ran it up and down her sweet pussy, massaging her inner lips and her canal, varying pressure from light to pressing, and then I covered her clit with my tongue, keeping it still while I hummed against her. I was well satisfied to hear her sighs of pleasure at this technique that I had happened upon. I spent the next fifteen minutes alternating from gently bathing her sex with my lips and tongue to darting my tongue back and forth across her swollen clit. Finally she pressed herself firmly into my face as she cried out softly, “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh yes……” as she shuddered through a long orgasm. I gently caressed her tender sex until she pushed me away gently.
I moved up beside her and she kissed me slowly, licking her juices off of my lips. She glanced down and saw Mr. Happy purple and straining against his plastic cage, a long string of precum hanging down toward the bed. She let out a little school girl laugh, “poor baby. Poor, poor baby.” Reaching down and turning my tortured cock one way, then the other to inspect it and looking at me coyly as I moaned pleasure from the contact, she said, “God, I am loving this…. I am so lucky to have a twisted pervert like you!” She kissed me again before we got up to get ready for work.
I started to put pajama pants on so that I could wake the kids, as is part of our routine. She stopped me and explained that we were to have a new routine….she would wake the kids and while she was getting ready I was put on running shorts and go for a run. A mile would do for now, but that would increase as I got into better shape.
After my run we saw the kids off to school and I showered. When I walked back into the bedroom I found that Donna had removed a package out of her dresser and threw it on the bed. She walked over to my dresser, opened my underwear drawer and took out all of my briefs. I watched curiously as she walked over and threw them into the fireplace, lighting it ceremoniously. Smiling, I gave her a “now what” look. She opened the package, but before removing its contents she spoke, “I’m not going to turn you into a cross-dresser, but you have no idea what the feeling of silk against your skin and probably against Mr. Happy’s exposed areas feels like.” Removing the items from the bag she said, “So I took the liberty of buying you all new underwear. From now on you will wear only loose fitting silk men’s boxers.”
I was to find that she knew what she was talking about. The soft, light touch during the day as the silk moved back and forth across my crotch and flesh served very well to imitate a woman’s gentle tender caress repeatedly during the day. Holy crap she was evil! Damn, I love her!
That evening we were busy running the kids to their various activities and having dinner. Finally we found ourselves alone at the end of the day, winding down in our bedroom. We both thought we were too tired to be aroused, but as soon as I saw her in the nude, Mr. Happy tried to spring to life, straining against his cage. My frustration in turn aroused Donna, who gave me an evil look before walking to our closet and returning with her largest strap-on dildo. My eyes widened, afraid that she intended to use it on me. She laughed that mischievous laugh and dropped it in my lap, “strap it on, cowboy….your gonna fuck my brains out….”
I fastened the harness about my hips and tightened it, pulling it snug until the 9-inch pseudo-cock pointed hard and straight from my midsection. It was at the same time frustrating and thrilling to have a massive cock just above my own, which was forced even further downward by it. As Donna lay back at the edge of the bed, I slathered the huge dildo with lubricant. She crooked her finger, indicating that I should approach, “take me big boy….”
I stood between her spread legs, teasing her lovely nether lips with the head of “my” cock. She sighed contentedly and gyrated her hips….humping the cock. Slowly I pushed into her, spreading her lips and plunging the cock into her. As I increased my rhythm, sawing into her more and more forcefully, my cock was trapped uselessly out of sight. As she began to moan and cry through her first orgasm, my cock was dripping precum like crazy….I can’t possibly convey what a sexual high I was on, how sweetly frustrating it was to having her cum all over a hard cock just above my swollen, purple, throbbing cock, my poor cock that needed to be plunging into her so badly.
After she finished scratching the hell out of my back she lay back and relaxed…”mmmmmmm, baby that was good….now get down here and cuddle me…I’m about to fall asleep…” I started to remove the strap-on harness, but she stopped me, “Oh, no, leave it on….I want to feel a hard cock pressing against me as I drift off to sleep loverboy…” As I spooned her she quickly drifted off to sleep, in contrast to me…. I lay awake for sometime, imagining what it would feel like to have MY manhood pressed against her ass, and trying to forget the pain of it trying to push through the vent holes of my cage instead. Precum ran across my leg, making a sticky mess. Finally after awhile I drifted off to a fitful sleep.
This was pretty much how the rest of the week went. Constant teases between our normal lifestyle, taking care of the kids and going to work. I was amazed at the variations Donna came up with in order to keep me almost constantly on edge.
Friday morning Donna had told me that the kids were going to grandmas for the weekend, and I should be prepared for a very “busy” weekend. Time was passing very slowly that day as I anticipated what might happen that evening when I got home…and our weekend began. So I was extremely surprised when Donna strolled into my office during my lunch hour, being followed closely by youthful Cindy from the bookstore. My heart raced. What did she have planned? Chapter 9 Donna lets Cindy help prep Bryan for the weekend .   I was really surprised to see Donna stroll into the office that Friday. I was somewhat aghast that she had brought “Cindy” with her.
I had been on an extreme sexual high for nearly a month, my poor tortured manhood straining against the CB-3000 that I had worn that entire time. My testicles were red and swollen, full of cum. The incredible adventure that I had been on since we had decided to experiment with chastity play had been pure torture and at the same time put ecstasy. My only respite had been during the day while I was at work, and that had been only a mild respite. The office where I work as a supervisor includes several women, most of which are in shape because of the business we’re in. In my heightened state of arousal, every flip of the hair, every hemline that rose up on satiny thighs, every little feminine nuance drove me absolutely nuts. Yet I had to try and hide my frustration. This is not one of those stories where the girls at the office are going to get involved in our sex life…unemployment would have a very negative affect on our lives over all, including our love life.
Which is why I was so nervous when I saw Donna and Cindy enter the outer offices. I trusted Donna, but it was obvious that she intended to do something sexual or she wouldn’t have brought Cindy with her. Surely she wasn’t going to “out” me in front of my co-workers? Surely she knew better.
Donna approached me with a smile, and said hello to Beth and Mary, a couple of my co-workers that were nearby, trading pleasantries as if this was just a normal, stop by the office for minute visit. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “Hi, honey!” She introduced Cindy to everyone as a friend, and then turned back to me, “Can we talk a minute alone Bryan ?” I led her into my office and Cindy followed, and Donna turned to close and lock the office door. When she turned back around she was laughing lightly, her eyes sparkling, “I scared the crap out of you didn’t I?” I nodded in the affirmative and she continued, “Good! Don’t worry, I’m not gonna embarrass you, but the look on your face was priceless! Now. Get out of those pants..”
While I removed my shoes and pants, shaking, Donna explained, “I told you we had things going on this evening. Actually, you’re in for another full weekend, babe. This evening we’re gonna let Cindy get a taste of the lifestyle, sort of a training session for both of you. We came by to prep you a little bit so you won’t explode this weekend!” Again laughing at my expense.
Soon I was standing there in front of both of them, nude from the waist down save for the cage tightly embracing my straining cock. Cindy couldn’t help staring. We had met her at our favorite bookstore and inadvertently discovered that she was a wannabe Domme. Donna had invited her to join us to “get a taste”. Donna saw her staring at my purple, swollen cock and balls straining against its cage, dripping precum from weeks of constant sexual frustration. She told Cindy to go ahead and inspect me more closely while she explained things to me, telling me to “stand at attention”, hands at my sides.
Cindy knelt down in front of me, checking me out as if she were looking at a strange new toy. From the look on her face, from her demeanor, and from the total lack of embarrassment she showed while inspecting me, I certainly had the impression that she was used to taking “boys” for granted. The only thing new to her was seeing a man locked up as I was, and perhaps the actual sex acts she was going to experience. But there was obviously no regard for me; I was merely another easily manipulated guy. I tried to focus on what Donna was saying as Cindy’s soft little hands lightly traced my balls and the parts of my penis that had swollen through the vent holes of my CB-3000. Then she hefted it in her palm and turned it this way and that.
Donna continued, “I’ve been doing some studying on what we’ve been doing. It seems that it’s not entirely healthy for you to build up all that semen inside of you without getting to expend it.” She could see the wheels turning in my head…was I going to be allowed to cum? As she removed an item from her workout bag she shook her head at me, “No dear, you definitely will not get to cum. There is a solution to the problem that won’t let you down off of your high, and Cindy and I are going to administer it now. I don’t want to do it this evening…things will start as soon as you get home, and I will not have my plans this evening postponed. So we will have to do it here and now.” The item she had removed from her bag was white and looked like a thin, curved dildo with a handle at one end.
My attention was diverted momentarily as Cindy tugged my cock away from my body, her cherubic face looking up to mine from my crotch, “Does it hurt you?” No pretense of actually caring whether or not it hurt me or not. Just obtaining information. If Donna let this girl loose on me she was going to be dangerous for me. Donna cared about me…this girl would just plain USE a guy for herself. My cock pulsed in the hand at the thought, “Yes, ma’am, sometimes. But it is not unbearable, and the arousal deadens the pain.”
“Get up on your desk on your knees and elbows.” Donna brought my attention back to her. I obeyed, trying to be quiet. Once I was in place she removed four small hand towels from her bag and placed them, folded, under my knees and elbows for my comfort, “you may be here awhile. I’m not sure how long this takes.” I dared not ask, but my mind screamed WHAT?! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?! She then removed a ball gag from the bag and handed it to Cindy, who put it in place as Donna spoke, “We wouldn’t want you crying out”, she paused, an amused look on her face, “Or just crying. Wouldn’t want you attracting the attention of your friends.”
Now, I want you to place your head so that you are watching Mr. Happy. I don’t want you to miss this. I did as I was told, and could see the two women moving around at my buttocks through my legs. They spoke in matter of fact tones about the process as Donna pulled on rubber gloves, gesturing for Cindy to do the same. Soon Donna was rubbing lubricant around my asshole, then penetrating me with her fingers. She moved her fingers around inside me and then removed them, telling Cindy to give it a try. Soon smaller fingers were exploring my ass. I watched as Donna picked up the strange tool and lubed it up.
I drew in my breath at I watched Donna press the tool firmly against my anus, gently pushing it in further and further until it had all but disappeared. She was now holding onto it by its curved handle. “mmmmppppphhhhh”, I moaned around the gag, but apparently did not draw the attention of either of the women. Donna slowly began moving the item around inside of me until she heard me moan lowly in pleasure. Then she concentrated her efforts firmly on that spot, turning to Cindy, “What you are supposed to do is massage his prostate with your finger or with this until you get the desired result. It should take several minutes. Do you want to do it?” Cindy took over, taking hold of the item and fumbling a moment until she got a rhythm going, moving to stand directly between my legs. It felt great, and my head came up as I groaned in pleasure. Donna, who had moved around to the side of the desk, reached underneath me and twisted my left nipple, hard.
“MMMMPPPPPHHHHHH”, I tensed, shocked. Donna leaned down near my face, “I told you to watch.” I returned my head to where I was looking between my arms at my straining cock and Cindy between my legs. My ass was pointing up into the air, exposed and vulnerable. My caged member giggled and gyrated as Cindy moved my ass with her ministrations. Donna sat in my desk chair and took in the show, watching my bouncing cock intently.
This went on for several minutes, and I have to admit the massage of my prostrate felt very good. It really made me want an orgasm all that much more. I was very relaxed, enjoying the attention from the young girl behind me, even if I it was occurring on my office desk, with a dozen people on the other side of the door.
My pleasure suddenly turned to horror. Oh, my God, NO! I wasn’t feeling anything anywhere near an orgasm, but I actually whined in near panic as I watched semen begin to flow from the head of my caged cock, dripping in a stream onto the desk below me. Donna saw it too, but her reaction was far different from mine. Her eyes lit up and she got all giddy, “It works! Cindy, Cindy, look, it works!” Cindy leaned around and looked at the fluids emanating from my cock, then looked at me, “Are you cumming?” No emotion, just obtaining information in a sweet, youthful voice. It was if her asking the question put the fact into reality for me. I had been staring at myself in disbelief until she had asked that question. Now I shook my head slowly in the negative and found that Donna had been right. I couldn’t control the semen flowing freely now from my cock, and I couldn’t control the tears that streamed from my face as I cried silently.
Donna stroked my hair gently, trying to soothe me while turning to Cindy, “Keep going, there has to be quite a bit. He’s been leaking precum almost non-stop, but he hasn’t cum in nearly a month.” It was ironic. My wife stroked me lovingly to calm me, but at the same time insisted that I continue to watch the very act that was making me cry. I’m not a wimp, but DAMN IT! I deserved to cum! And now all that built up cum was streaming uselessly onto my desk and I couldn’t even feel it. Other than the feeling of liquid swelling through my urethra, I didn’t get to enjoy the orgasm I had waited so long for. I watched as a seemingly endless flow of my juices poured out onto the desk, creating an ever-widening pool of milky white fluid.
Eventually the stream slowed to a dribble and Donna motioned for Cindy to stop. Donna then helped me as I awkwardly got down off of the desk, standing there in shock, staring at my own cum and then at the ladies. Donna wrapped the tool in one of the towels, placing it all back into her bag. She motioned for me to remove the gag and give it to her, and then she put it back into the bag also.
Donna looked around as if searching for something, “what are we going to do with this mess he’s left now?”
Cindy now giggled like a mischievous schoolgirl with an idea, looked at me, then at Donna, “May I?”
I looked back and forth at the women as Donna said, “Sure, be my guest.”
Cindy moved over by where I stood, smiling at me. She reached up and grabbed my hair, interlacing her fingers in it. Then she pushed my head down very close to the desk. She stopped momentarily, pulling my head back up, looking at Donna, looking as if she had discovered a new problem, “What should I call him? He’s so much older than me that little boy or his first name don’t sound right.” Donna shrugged her shoulders, then it seemed a light came on for Cindy as she pushed my head back down unceremoniously, “Oh, I know” giggling, “Clean it up, Mr. Bryan! Don’t you miss a spot!” I obeyed, sucking and licking up copious amounts of my own cum as Cindy continued to hold my hair tightly, moving my head around as if she were guiding a vacuum cleaner. Donna looked on in amusement at my humiliation at the hands of this young vamp.
After I had finished Donna used another one of the towels to wipe my face dry before returning it to the bag. Then she directed me to put my pants back on. I was still shaking as I followed her she and Cindy out of my office.
Donna stopped and turned to me as if we had just had a conversation about a trivial personal matter, “Thanks honey”, moving closer to kiss me briefly, “We’ll see you after work! Don’t forget we’ve got company coming over.” Then she turned and they both walked past my co-workers, exchanging pleasantries.
I returned to my office and sat heavily into my chair. Staring off into space, I contemplated what she could possibly have in mind for me this evening. Beth walked in to ask a question and I struggled to at least appear normal….
Chapter 10 Bryan pleases a budding Domme, is whipped soundly.   My afternoon at work was pure hell. My cock was no longer dripping pre-cum continuously, but my little “session” at lunch, my milking, had done nothing at all to relieve the sexual tension I was under. Quite the contrary it had only heightened it more. It continued to amaze me that every time I thought I had reached the limits of my sexual high, Donna found a way to make it worse. Or better. Or both. I can’t say anymore! As I’ve said before, extended chastity is at the same time pure torture and sexuality at its best. At times I felt like it was killing me, but at the same time I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. My cock was trying desperately to burst through its cage. I was thankful that the CB-3000 kept it from being visible to my co-workers.
About mid-afternoon my email notification went off on my computer, and I saw that I had an email from Donna. I opened it and read.
Bryan ,

I’m sure you remember your friend Mary from your Florida convention. You know the one with the southern accent that you told me about? Well she sent me an email. It seems that she thought of a way to contribute to your tease and asked if she could give you something. Considering, I was all for it, LOL! So, open her email, then the attachment, and download it to your IPOD. I expect you to listen to it all afternoon when you are able. Love you! Oh, I’m glad you are silly enough to share your weaknesses with people! You may regret it though!
With trepidation I opened the attached email from Mary. I had met her at a conference in Florida , and her southern drawl had driven me absolutely nuts. You know the accent I’m talking about. She couldn’t speak a single word that wasn’t laced with latent sexuality. Even “Good morning” was drawn out, erotic, and made a man hard as a rock. And of course, like all southern belles, she knew it. And wasn’t afraid to use it! The email that she had sent to Donna explained that she continued to think about the convention experience and my predicament. She wrote that she had made a recording that she hoped would be useful in teasing me to distraction, and concluded by telling Donna to forward it to me if she approved. Obviously Donna had. I was nervous. What had they cooked up?
Shaking a little bit, I took my IPOD out of my desk drawer and downloaded the attached sound file to it. I used the IPOD to listen to relaxing music when I wasn’t in a meeting or on the phone sometimes. Placing the headphones over my ears, I located the file on the little computer and started to play it.
Sweat broke out on my brow and I almost doubled over at the inevitable response of my manhood to Mary’s sultry voice, “Hello, Bryan , I’ve missed you. And I’ve definitely missed that talented tongue of yours, honey.” My heart raced. How could she have such an incredible effect just by talking? No wonder men had fought to the death over these sensuous southern belles for years. And the sound of her voice brought back memories of her beautiful body and how it responded to my ministrations.
In that incredible southern drawl she spent the next hour recalling in graphic detail our “sexcapade” together in Florida, taking every opportunity to comment about how wonderful it had been. Then another hour was spent describing to me just what she would like to do to me once my cage was removed and I could cum. Oh My God how she described how she would make me cum, making sure to dramatize her accent every chance she got.
As if that wasn’t enough, when she finished telling me what she wanted to do to me, she continued, “Well, I hope this has driven ya’ll crazy sweetheart. You should probably save the next few files for another time, when Donna tells you to listen to them. Let’s just say that you made me very, very, randy and I’ve been very, very bad since then. I’ve been recording things every time I got to make love and I wanted to share it with you, honey. Hope things are lookin’ up for you very soon darlin’!” With that the file I was listening to ended.
Damn! I was leaking again already! Women are evil! And I love it! I had to take some tissues from my desk and stuff them around my cage so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself around the office. Fortunately for me it was almost time to go home. I couldn’t wait to see what Donna had in store for us this weekend.
By the time I arrived home my anxiety was driving me completely nuts. I parked my car in the garage and walked into the kitchen area, filled with trepidation, not knowing what, or who I would find when I got inside. I found the kitchen empty and the dining room too. I heard the television going in the living room, and walked there, hesitantly.
I was surprised to find only Cindy there, sitting in the recliner watching a game show on TV. She was wearing a “wife-beater” style tank top that clung tightly to her slim figure and a very short pair of shorts. Her right leg was splayed lazily over the arm of the chair and she was subconsciously twirling a finger through her blonde hair, which was now pulled back into pigtails. I stood there for a couple of minutes, not really knowing what to do until she finally noticed that I was there.
“Oh, you’re home. Hi, Mr. Bryan.” She sat up, and looked at me expectantly. I finally caught on. Or at least I hoped I had. When I spoke it came out almost as a question, “Hello, Miss Cindy…” She made a face as if considering something, then smiled, “I like that. It’s all kinda Gone with the Windish, isn’t it?” I felt a little more at ease now, but not much, “Yes, ma’am.” I hesitated, wanting to ask where my wife and kids were, but not knowing if I should. She recognized the unasked question, I guess, because when she spoke again she answered it, “Its just us here, Mr. Bryan. Donna…er….MISS Donna…is taking your kids over to their friend’s houses for the weekend. Nice kids, by the way.”
She looked back at her program for moment, leaving me standing there. After a moment she turned back to me, “Anyway, Miss Donna said I was in charge until she gets back. She said I could play with you however I wanted till then, as long as you are naked and have the living room clean for our guests by the time she gets back. That’s O. K. with you isn’t it, Mr. Bryan?” I was surprised by the question, but then I also sensed that it was asked in a mildly sarcastic tone. “Of course, Miss Cindy.”
She continued almost matter-of-factly, “Well, then I guess you should get naked. Just go put your clothes away, and then come back.” I did as I was told, trembling a little as I put my clothes into the hamper and walked back down the stairs. I knew I was being silly, especially after this afternoon, but part of me was nervous about whether Donna had actually given me over to this young girl. Would I be in trouble if Donna walked in and found me naked with her? I got back downstairs and stood waiting for instructions. Cindy was back into her relaxed position in the chair, only now her shorts were off and lying on the floor next to the chair. She wore no panties and her young, pinkish sex was clearly visible, covered by a light down of blonde pubic hair. She continued watching music videos on TV as she spoke.
“I was telling Miss Donna how exciting it was this afternoon when we came to your office. It got me really hot, Mr. Bryan. I had to go over to my boyfriend’s before I came here cause I just had to get fucked. I rode him like he was a stallion, Mr. Bryan. When I got here I asked Miss Donna if I could take a bath and she had another suggestion, so before you start cleaning,” she stopped, as if she had said something funny, giggling in that little cheerleader voice of hers, “Before you start cleaning the house I have another job for you. Lie down on the floor in front of the chair, with your head facing the TV. No, on your back.” She had never once turned to look at me, continuing to watch her videos the entire time she spoke. Once I was in place she got up, stood over me, then knelt down over my face, her tight little pussy touching my lips. Still she never looked directly at me, taking me completely for granted, which somehow was disconcerting and very arousing at the same time. She was still watching TV as she spoke, “He comes a lot, Mr. Bryan. So be sure to do a good job…Miss Donna says you are really good at this”. She placed one of her little hands against her belly and pressed inward and downwards. Soon a glob of cum appeared at her nether lips and dripped into my waiting mouth. Her firm young pussy mesmerized me and my cock throbbed desperately against its prison as I began to delve into her sweetness. I darted my tongue into her and sucked gently…then more firmly. I wanted to get the “cleaning” out of the way so that I could concentrate on making love to her tight little honey pot with my mouth. She continued to watch her videos, paying no attention at all to the man sucking on her vagina. It became a quest with me to draw her attention to me, to show her something much more interesting than MTV.
She was right about her boyfriend. It seemed to take forever before the last of his cum slithered out of her sex. I began in earnest to try and give her an orgasm. I enveloped her entire sex with my mouth (it didn’t take much), and massaged it gently, then I tenderly drew her nether lips into my mouth one at a time and sucked on it, at the same time massaging it with my lips. She seemed to realize that the cleaning was finished and began to stand up. I managed to dart my tongue across her clitoris twice before she drew away from me. She stopped a few inches away from my face, still watching TV. She hesitated for a moment, then made her decision, sitting back down firmly on my face without saying a word. I darted my tongue across her clit several more times, then ran it deep into her slit and into her canal, fucking her with my tongue. Almost subconsciously (I think) she rotated her hips gently, grinding herself on me softly. I thought to myself that I had her now. I massaged the tender spot between her vagina and her brown bud, then hardened my tongue and pushed it into her ass, stroking in and out. She let out a shocked sigh that dragged into a moan of pleasure. Wow, I don’t think anyone has ever done that for her before. I sucked and nibbled on her lips again before returning to her swollen clit. She was definitely ready now! Her head dropped from watching her videos and she let out a whimper before resting one hand on the floor for support and grasping my hair with the other. I went after her clit with a passion now, darting across it, then massaging it with my tongue flattened.
Her voice was light and the sounds came out high, but not quite what I’d call squeaky, “Ohhhh………..oh..oh….oh…ohh…….” She clenched my hair tightly within her little fingers and began fucking my face desperately as her orgasms overtook her, “OH…OH…OH..OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHHHHHHH….FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!” The last came out as a scream that echoed through the house. I sucked on her clit, sucking it and the flesh around it into my mouth and then danced my tongue across it inside my mouth, MMPPPPPPHHHHHH……uuuunnngggggggghhhhhhhh…..” I recognized what was happening when she began taking in quick, sharp breaths as if she were hyperventilating because another even more powerful orgasm was coming on immediately after the first…and she wasn’t ready for it. Being the gentleman I am, I was determined not to let her recover. I reached up and grabbed her hips as I rubbed her clit firmly with my tongue.
“Ungh…..UNGHH! Mother……fucker! YEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!! GOD! OH….oh…oh…pleeeaassseeee….don……d-d-d—don’t…….stop! Yes….mmmppppphhhhhhhh…….” She shoved her sweet pussy down tightly over my mouth and squeezed those beautiful, satiny, athletic thighs against my head, holding me in place almost frantically. I don’t think she could make any more sounds other than occasional mewling as her entire body shuddered and convulsed for what seemed like forever. Eventually she relaxed her grip and fell forward onto the floor, exhausted. I was still staring up at her swollen pussy lips covered with that light down of blonde pubic hair. Her sex and her thighs were moist with perspiration. Her scent was heavenly. I couldn’t resist and lifted my head up, licking nectar from her flower. She reached back with one hand and slapped my shoulder weakly. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to smack me in a dominant role, or if she was tapping out like a wrestler saying she’d had enough. Either way. I lay my head back down and basked in the satisfaction of what I’d just done to her. My poor tortured cock had left a puddle of pre-cum on my stomach and was straining against its prison, but at the moment I didn’t care. It was worth it!
“I told you he was good.” How long had Donna been standing in the doorway? “Caress her and help her calm down, Bryan .” I did as I was told, taking one last look at her sweet sex before I got up and began lightly caressing her back and shoulders with my fingertips. Cindy sighed contentedly and basked in the attention. Donna walked over and sat on the couch for a few minutes until Cindy had recovered and got up off of the floor. Back in control of herself, she virtually ignored me as she sat down in the recliner again, not bothering to replace her shorts.
Donna snapped her fingers to get my attention and motioned for me to kneel beside the couch. They spoke to each other as if I weren’t there. Donna fully dressed in business attire, Cindy in only her top, her leg again splayed over the arm of the chair. They spoke about femdom and male chastity among other things, with Donna asking Cindy about what she had done in the past and what her fantasies were. After her recent orgasms Cindy was more than relaxed and ready to share. It turns out that she had dabbled with femdom with her boyfriends, but none of them had been mature enough to handle it, so mostly she had been teasing the hell out of them and fantasizing about what she wanted to do.
Donna said that for the next couple of hours Cindy could do anything she wanted to me…that I was all hers until the other guests arrived. Then they’d all play. Cindy asked, “So…what should I do?” Donna laughed quietly and said they had plenty of time to explore, and that Cindy should just pick something she had wanted to do and do it.
“Well…I’ve spanked some guys before but I’ve always wanted to do it up right…with whips and all.” Sweat popped out on my brow…this is what I’d been afraid of…merciless Cindy let loose on me. Donna didn’t even turn to look at me as she said, ” Bryan , go and get all the toys Miss Cindy might want to beat you with.”
As I collected the required items I was trying to guess whether Cindy would be timid about hurting me since she didn’t have much experience, or would she go wild with it because she was so young and wouldn’t think about whether she was hurting me. I hoped for the former, but subconsciously expected the latter.
When I returned from our bedroom, I laid out the items that I’d found on the coffee table in front of the ladies. First was my western style belt, with coins inlaid every six inches or so. Then a paddle I’d made (under duress, I might add) that was basically a three foot 2×4 sanded and with holes drilled into it to cut down on wind resistance, and a handle at one end. Third were a whip and a cat-o-nine tails. Last was a riding crop. I could feel the heat radiating from my flushed face as I moved back over and knelt next to Donna again, silently hoping they would talk for awhile before Cindy began. They shared knowing glances, their eyes smiling, then Donna spoke, “Nice try Bryan . Kneel in front of Miss Cindy and await her command.” As I knelt on my knees in front of Cindy, my hands clasped behind my back and my swollen cock dangling uselessly from my midsection in its prison, she looked around the room mischievously while forming her plan.
When she had made her decision she directed me to the other side of the room just below the second floor landing. She directed me to reach up and grasp the molding that lined the bottom of the landing, which left me stretching upwards, balancing precariously on my toes. Her voice was almost mousy, “OK, Mr. Bryan, hold on tight”, she giggled excitedly, “If you let go, I’ll just have to make it worse on you!” In my strained position my buttocks were drawn tight and my calves were flexed, and I knew that the pain from what was about to happen would be intensified because of it. My heart beat quickly in my chest, I closed my eyes trying to concentrate so I wouldn’t make matters worse, and my cock stood as erect as it could while it strained against the plastic. She turned back to Donna and asked what she could use to bind my wrists to the staircase railing above me. They both walked upstairs and disappeared into our bedroom. When they returned Cindy knelt down on the landing above me and fed a leather cuff through the railing then fastened it to my left wrist. She ran leather strap connected to it through the railing, then connected another cuff at the other end to my right wrist. The leather strap was then tightened to make sure I couldn’t relax and had to remain on the tips of my toes.
The room was completely silent for what seemed like an eternity. Then I could sense Cindy moving about behind me, but nothing happened. The fear and anticipation grew and I realized that Cindy indeed knew how to tease. She was using the time to build me up, and I was sure she could hear my breathing becoming more ragged. Finally I felt her delicate fingertips tracing my taunt ass cheeks, teasing about them, then running up the crack. She rose up on her toes behind me so that her hot breathe caressed my ear as she whispered, “You have a really, really nice ass, Mr. Bryan. It’s a shame to tear it up, but I really, really want to….I’m gonna enjoy it sooo much. I think it will look really good when it’s a nice crimson color too.”
Again silence. Then I heard the swish of the cat and tensed up just before it landed across my calves. It wasn’t that bad. Then I heard Donna speak, “Its OK, Cindy. Let go, he can take it, you aren’t going to break him—not physically anyway.”
SHIT!
The next blow was much, much more painful as Cindy reared back and put everything she had into it. I tried not to cry out, but couldn’t help but emit a tortured, “MMMPPPGGGHHHH!!” There was a pause, then I felt Cindy’s hand caressing the injury she had just caused to my ass, “Oh, Fuck Yes, that’s what I’m talkin’ about…”
This time she stood directly behind me grasping the cat in both hands and swung it back and forth, back and forth like a slugger practicing for their turn at bat, as hard as she could. Each time the cat passed me it lashed out at my tightly drawn buttocks, harder and harder. This went on and on…where was she finding the energy?! I could hear her ragged breath mingled with excited laughter and an occasional “YES!” or “Oh, yeah!” I clenched my teeth and tried to keep quiet. I was determined to maintain my composure no matter what she did. The strikes with the cat against my butt stopped. I could hear Cindy panting behind me, trying to catch her breath. Finally she could talk and I heard her say to Donna, “Whew…I can’t believe it….I fuckin’ CAME!” She moved right up behind me and I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes laughing, she reached down between her strong thighs and ran her hand into her soaking pussy. Then the hand came up and she smeared her juices all over my face, making sure to coat my mouth and just below my nose….I sighed in frustration…damn her musk smelled good!   She stepped back and there was quiet for a few moments. She stepped back into my view holding the paddle that I’d made, tapping it gently against the back of my leg, “You know Mr. Bryan, I was on the girl’s softball team for all four years in High School…I was the best hitter the team had. I even knocked a few outta the park. You know the secret is follow through, aiming beyond the ball.” She stepped back and I heard the paddle swishing through the air as she took some practice swings, as if she were warming up at bat. Ah, shit. I couldn’t help but tense up in anticipation. “Oh, yeah, flex that sexy ass! Ready or not, here I cum!” I heard the swish again and felt the paddle connect with my tensed up, already reddened buttocks. I was forced forward and my already tortured, caged cock slammed into the wall in front of me. “UUUUNNNGGGGHHHHHH….UUUHHH!!!!!” I tried to recover; I must maintain my composure. Sonofabitch! My ass stung and my cock ached. The second strike connected with my left cheek, the third with my right. I was breathing raggedly now as I tied desperately not to cry out. The fourth was a tap, and I jumped anyway, earning a chuckle from the girl and from my wife. I sensed that Cindy was drawing back for a really hard swat and then felt it as the paddle slammed solidly into my ass again, driving me forward and causing me to drop from my toes momentarily, the restraints tightening against my wrists. “AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Tears came to my eyes as I screamed. I had to wonder if the neighbors heard me!
Cindy sighed, “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” Now that she had broken me she dropped the paddle and quickly picked up the riding crop. My thrashing continued in earnest and I lost all pretense of decorum. I didn’t cry, but I definitely cried out, over and over. She struck me repeatedly and only stopped momentarily to turn to Donna, “Oh my, Miss Donna, it appears that I broke the skin. Should I stop?” I heard Donna reply, “Oh, hell no!” The beating resumed and continued until I heard Cindy cry out as she had yet another orgasm. I heard the crop hit the floor, then Cindy and Donna were both kneeling behind me, each caressing the welts on my burning ass. Damn!
After they had finished inspecting Cindy’s handiwork, Cindy walked back upstairs and released me. Donna then instructed me to go shower, telling me to be certain that I shave my balls when I did so. “And after that, put on the items I left on our bed. You have about thirty minutes before our guests begin arriving, and you need to be back down here by then.”
Taking a shower turned out to be painful by itself. The water cascaded across the welts and cuts on my buttocks. I thought that was bad until I got around to soaping up my butt. I almost lost my footing and fell! I dabbed the towel gently on my backside to dry it when I got out of the shower.
I went into the bedroom to find out what my attire was to be for the evening. I found on the bed four leather cuffs, one for each wrist and each ankle, which I fastened into place. The only other items were a leather collar that fit around my neck, and a pair of nipple clamps that were connected by a thin but sturdy chain. I stood looking at the bed for a moment, willing at least some clothing to appear, wondering how many people I would be serving while nude. The only other item I wore was my now ever present chastity tube, my cock melded to the inside of it.

I sighed and went downstairs to meet my fate. Chapter 11 Bryan must earn an orgasm.   When I got back downstairs my heart immediately began racing. Donna, Cindy and my friend Terry were all sitting in the living room. But that isn’t what caused my nervousness. Sitting in a corner of the living room was the “project” that Terry had completed awhile back in MY workshop. It was covered by a cloth, and had been since its completion. I knew it was some type of chair, and I knew that it was meant for me. But that is all that I knew. My nerves were on edge wondering what was going to happen to me.
Donna, sitting on a love seat, noticed me and patted the space beside her to indicate that I should sit. Cindy and Terry didn’t comment on my attire, or lack of it, as they were both well accustomed to seeing me naked by now. After I sat Donna pulled me to her, laying my head against her bosom. She traced her fingertips on my lips, then trailed them lovingly down my chest to my manhood. She playfully toyed with what little part of my sex that wasn’t covered by my CB-3000. Hefting my very full balls and inserting her fingernail into the vent holes of the device to tease my purple tortured cock. She continued to softly caress me as she spoke.
“You may get to cum tonight, my love.” I think my heart stopped. “You have been celibate for month now, and this little party will include many of the people that have shared in your experience. So it would be the perfect time. However, I feel it wouldn’t be any fun if we didn’t make it interesting; if we didn’t put a little bit of playfulness into it.” I looked into her eyes intently, as if she held my very life in her next sentence. “Whether or not you get to cum tonight will be entirely up to you and your powers of persuasion. Well…persuasion and the abilities of your magic tongue, dear.” She paused, playing with my chest hairs and leaving me hanging, building the anticipation.
The she reached out and lifted something from the end table, a small box. She drew from the box a short chain with a roach clip attached to one end, and the other end to a weight, a weight like those used in fishing. “There are going to be a total of twenty guests here tonight, and Terry has put together twenty of these weights for me. When the guests begin arriving, you will answer the door for each of them, and give each of them one of these weights. Now, the first two hours of the party will be sort of a time for everyone to get acquainted. You will be serving drinks and finger foods. After that two hours everyone will be free to get frisky with one another. Everyone but you of course, you will still be ‘serving’, just in different ways. Now, in that first two hours is your opportunity to earn your orgasm. Yes baby an orgasm. I will explain to our guests. If in that first two hours you can persuade every guest to let you try and make them cum with that wonderful tongue of yours, and if you can make them very appreciative of your talents, you should end up with all twenty of these weights…” With that she reached down and attached the clip of the weight she held to the chain connecting my nipple clamps. “If after those two hours I count all twenty of the weights here, then at the end of the evening all of your friends will get to watch you have a glorious orgasm. If you haven’t managed to get all of the weights, then who knows when you will cum? It may be another month before I can get everyone together at once again, sweetheart.”
I tried to take it all in. Could I make twenty women cum in two hours? What if one of them was a bitch and wouldn’t let me even try? I was pulled from my thoughts by Donna’s voice as she took the weight from my chest.
“I think you should present the first two weights to the guests that are already here, dear, then you can give the rest out as the guests arrive.” She handed me two of the weights and I stared at them for a moment, then I looked over at Terry and back to Donna. Damn. “Ma’am, uh, how many men will be here? I hadn’t thought of that, ma’am”
Donna twitched my nose playfully with one of her forefingers, “I think there will be about five men total honey. Will that be a problem? How badly do you want to cum dear?” I looked over at Terry again, nervously, then back to Donna, “No…it won’t be a problem, ma’am, I’ll do just about anything at this point.” It wasn’t as if I hadn’t already sucked a cock since our escapade began.
Cindy chimed in for the first time; “You’ll do anything? Kewl!” God only knows what was going through her nineteen year old, devious mind. I reddened and they all got a good laugh. After I calmed a little bit I stood and carried the weights over to where Cindy sat on the recliner, one incredibly sexy leg draped over one arm of the chair as usual. She lifted her chin regally, indicating that I should fasten it to the necklace around her sensuous young throat. I did so gently; she smiled at me and said, “Why thank you, Mr. Bryan.” I walked over to Terry and he simply held out his hand, “Thanks, buddy. I’ll try not to be too hard on you.” He placed the weight into his jeans pocket.
Just then the doorbell rang. Donna drew out a weight for herself, and then handed me the box. “Well, I guess you better start greeting our guests, huh, baby?”
I answered the door to find that the first guest to arrive was Susan, Donna’s best friend. Susan had been involved in my torment early on, and I knew her intimately, although my penis didn’t. She walked in, taking in my “outfit”, and kissed me briefly on the lips. She began to turn and walk into the living room, but I gently touched her arm, “Ah, Miss Susan, I am to present this to you, and Miss Donna will explain later.” I handed her a weight; she smiled mischievously and went on her way. I waited for the next guest.
Next to arrive, to my surprise, were Elizabeth, Audra, Mary and David, all from the conference where my chastity and teasing odyssey had begun. Donna stood and walked to the front door, “Hi, I’m Donna! How nice to meet you all in person finally.” They all introduced themselves, and then Donna instructed me to give them their weight, saying that she would explain in a few moments. I stood nervously by as the door was still standing open, and I was the only person standing there in the nude. Finally David reached over and closed the door. The women all looked fantastic! Elizabeth and Mary both wore very sexy evening dresses, and as I took in Audra’s attire I could hear Donna laughing playfully at me because my poor imprisoned cock suddenly lurched upward at the sight of her. Audra is endowed with very large, lush, natural breasts. They were absolutely perfect with large dark aureole. Audra noticed me look at her, saw my face flush and me looking down, trying to compose myself. She then noticed Donna looking at me and grinning. Self-conscious, she glanced down at herself and asked, “What?”
Donna touched her arm reassuringly, “You’re fine, honey. I think without knowing it you combined two things that would drive my poor hubby absolutely wild. I’m sure you are well aware of your natural charms, and then you’ve gone and encased them in a wispy, low-cut, white sundress, his favorite!” It was true. Audra stood there with her plush tits pressing against the taunt fabric of the sundress, which continued down over her luscious hips and to just below her knees, where it danced around her beautiful legs with each movement she made. She held her hand over mouth, feigning regret at her unintended effect. Then she stepped closer to me and gave me a hug, making sure her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest as she breathed into my ear, “I missed you and your tongue, Bryan . You poor baby.” As she said it she reached down with one hand and hefted my straining member, inadvertently covering her hand in the precum that seeped from the cage. She looked down at her hand and grinned at me seductively. Then she raised her hand and sucked each finger in turn while maintaining eye contact with me. I almost crumpled.
David looked down at my manhood, swollen against the confines of its plastic cage, the CB-3000 that had become its home. “Mr. Happy” swelled through the built in vent holes where he could, and pressed tightly against the inside of the tube where he couldn’t. My balls were full and tender. Precum dripped occasionally from the tip of the cage, running down my legs. I knew I looked like a complete mess, and I was. I had been continuously tense and on edge. David looked up at me, “Holy shit, man, have you been locked in that all this time since the conference?” I flushed again and nodded, he shook his head, “You poor Sonofabitch, I mean, damn! I would have lost my fuckin’ mind by now. How the hell do you do it?”
They all listened for my answer. I’d had to explain this before, but understood why I kept getting asked the question. I explained about the intense and contradictory feelings of needing to cum desperately as opposed to the incredible, constant sexual high that chastity and denial gave me. “You know how it feels just before you lead into an orgasm? When all of your senses are focused on your sex and the need for relief? I’ve felt like that almost constantly for the last month.”
Liz grinned mischievously, “Why Bryan, you sound almost as if you don’t want to be let out at all.”
Sweat popped up on my forehead and my heart raced. I knew they were just teasing me, but by this point I was so desperate that I couldn’t convince myself completely that my reward might not be taken away from me so easily, “No! No, no, I absolutely want out. Its just…have you ever heard of the Stockholm Syndrome?” They had. “It’s sort of like that. I’ve grown so accustomed to the constant pressure on him that the cage feels like it belongs there…”
The doorbell rang again so they all went on into the living room so I could answer the door. Towering over me was Lamont, grinning down at me with Becky on his arm. Without wanting to, my mind flashed back to the image of Lamont at the club, fucking the daylights out of my wife with the biggest penis I had ever seen while I was bound above the bed. I could hear Donna’s cries of ecstasy echoing in my ears. I looked down in embarrassment, but that didn’t help. Lamont was wearing loose fitting khaki slacks and obviously no underwear, because the huge slab of meat that hung from his midsection and snaked down his left leg was outlined and very prominent for anyone to see. I turned my head to avert my eyes from the horrific sight. Lamont laughed out loud at my awkward response, “You’re funny, boy…its not like you aint seen it before.” Becky stepped forward and took my head in her hands, leaning it sideways so she could kiss me long and passionately, as she had that first time at the club, out tongues dancing together. “Don’t worry, baby. You might not have an anaconda in your pants, but you definitely have your redeeming qualities.” Embarrassed and on fire after that kiss, I handed each of them a weight without being able to say anything and they moved on. I was just shutting the door when Roy, Lamont’s friend, pushed it back open. “Hold on, bucko, I had to park the car.” As I handed him a weight, he glanced down at my predicament. “Still!? You crazy motherfucker…aint nobody gonna lock up my dick! Course, nobody’d want to lock up my dick!” He walked off laughing.
A couple of people that I didn’t know arrived, which was even more embarrassing since they could have been “drop in” visitors that didn’t know what was going on. That got me worrying about if somebody like Donna’s mother dropped by, or God forbid my mother. I started looking through the peephole before I answered the door now!
The last to arrive were Stephanie, Fran, Jeff and Dave, all of whom I had “met” briefly at the club. At the time I had been fastened to an eye bolt in the floor by my balls with a set of handcuffs. The four friends had stood around me as I stared at their waists and held a conversation with me as if I wasn’t in such an awkward position. Then the ladies had used and taunted me. Tonight I couldn’t help but notice that Fran’s world class ass was just barely covered by light silky shorts. Damn!
Now that everyone had arrived, Donna called for their attention as I went around refreshing drinks and offering snacks. “I’m glad everyone could make it. Not nearly as glad as Bryan is, I’m sure. Tonight is Bryan ‘s ‘Cumming Out’ party, if you will.” Liz was sitting near where I stood and playfully smacked my butt as Donna continued, “He has now been locked up for an entire month—he hasn’t cum once in the time that most of you have met him. Tonight, if he earns it, you will all get to watch him get what he’s given most of you. But first…” She held up her weight, ” Bryan gave each of you one of these weights when you arrived. Beginning now, Bryan has two hours to convince each of you that you should let him make you cum. If you consent, and if he does a good job, simply place the weight you were given on the chain between his nipples. If after the two hours are up he has managed to collect all twenty weights, he will get to cum before the night is over! If he doesn’t get all of the weights, he will have to wait until our next gathering, and who knows when that will be?” She went on to explain that for that two hours they would all have dinner and chit chat while I tried to earn my reward. She motioned for me to come to her, then turned me around so that I was facing everyone, “You won’t have to serve drinks and such for your two hours, baby. And it doesn’t matter how you make them cum, except of course that you can’t use Mr. Happy.” She picked up an alarm clock from the fireplace mantle and set the alarm for two hours, “Now, I suggest you get busy, lover!”
I immediately turned around and knelt at Donna’s feet, looking up at her beseechingly. She smiled and patted me on the head, “I won’t be the one to cause you to forfeit, honey. I really want to see you cum. But I think you should offer yourself to all of our guests first, don’t you?” I answered, “Yes, ma’am.”
I turned back around and saw that the nubile Cindy was closest to me, sitting on the couch. I stayed on my knees and went to her, “May I please you, ma’am? Please?” She spread her youthful legs and motioned me forward. As I began to pull down her shorts she stopped me, pulling me closer to her between her thighs and lifting my chin upward to look into her eyes. Teasingly, her nineteen year old eyes lit with mischief, feigning a Scarlet O’Hara tone, “Ohhh, I don’t think I’m in the mood quite right now, Mister Bryan. Maybe in a bit if I can work myself up for it.” Inside I was calling her a brat and a bitch, I wanted to beg, but knew it would be waste of time. She was enjoying the tease too much. “Yes, ma’am. Please don’t forget me, ma’am.” She ran her finger along the chain linking my nipples, tugging it gently as she gave me that coy little girl smile. “Oh, I’ll try not to Mr. Bryan”, then tapping my cage with her foot as she looked around the room, “Its just that there is so much hot cock around here tonight. I hope I’m not all used up before you get back to little ole me.”
Sitting next to Cindy on the couch was Mary. Sweet Mary of the south Texas accent that drove me mad every time she spoke. As I looked her way she smiled at me, “Come to mamma, baby.” I moved over in front of her, still on my knees. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly as she caressed my shoulders and my chest. Then she stood and guided me into the adjoining den where she had spotted the psychiatrists couch we had bought years ago, not thinking of this use, but it was perfect. She licked her lips as she wriggled her hips, pulling her tight dress up over them to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She lay down on the couch and beckoned me to her. As I delved my tongue into the satiny lips of her sex I realized that she was already soaked. The entire time I was making passionate love to her with my mouth and tongue she spoke between moans of pleasure, making my heart race with that husky southern voice of hers. Without any other influence my cock would have throbbed just as hard against its prison, straining in vain to become erect as she spoke, “Oh, Bryan, ah have looked forward to this so damn much…mmmppphhhhh…..Oh Gaaawwwddd…yeeesssss….this whole thang has made me such a hawny fuckin’ bitch….mmmmm….that’s it….ya’ll are so goood at this.” I sucked gently on her puffy nether lips, one at a time, then ran my flattened tongue up and down her slit before darting it, pointed, across her clit. Up and down, back and forth, then massaging it tenderly before lashing it again. She grabbed my hair, grasping it in her fingers as she bucked against my face, fucking me with her glorious, glistening pussy, “Gaaaaawwwwwddddd……mmmmpppphhhhh! I almost wish it wasn’t coming so fast, but I’m soooooo ready…..YES! Oh God! Oh, Gaaaaawwwwdddd, MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH” Her thighs pressed tightly against the side of my head, I tried desperately to stay on target, to draw out her pleasure as long as I could, “G-G-G-G-AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDD DDDDAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I thought she was going to pull my hair out! She stopped squirming but held me fast to her sex as she slowly calmed down from her incredible climax.
When Mary and finally recovered she let me sit up and lovingly straightened my hair, caressing my face, “Aww, baby, thank you. I know I can’t keep you right now…but before I leave Sunday you have got to give me more of that….promise?” She clipped her weight to my chain, and I felt a tug against my sore nipples. I snuggled against her bosom and told her that I wanted to very much if Miss Donna approved. As I looked over I saw that several of the guests were looking into the den now, some trying not to be obvious. But apparently Susan wasn’t worried about being bold as she strolled purposely into the room, “Now, that sounded good…move over Tex , I’m next….”
I noticed that there was an ever-growing pool of seminal fluid forming below my caged manhood on the floor as Susan unceremoniously pulled me to her snatch. I was in heaven. All of the women at the house that night were beautiful, and I enjoyed going down on them tremendously. And fortunately for me, hearing the others having orgasms seemed to wind them all up so that my job was easier, which was great since I was on a time schedule. As an example, Susan seemed to begin her orgasm almost as soon as I started lashing her clit with my tongue, only to be replaced by another woman. Also fortunately for me, they were each more than happy to give me a weight to add to my chain!
After I had managed to bring four women and one of the men to orgasm, collecting my reward on the couch in the den, no other guests entered the den. I looked towards the door nervously. The clock was ticking, and I still had fifteen orgasms to cause. Soon Cindy appeared, leaning against the doorframe, playfully holding one finger up to her mouth as she spoke, “I kinda talked everyone into taking vote, Mr. Bryan.” She smiled mischievously, “We think its not fair that you are in here where we can’t see you work, and that you need to be in here beg…I mean asking people to let you get us off.” With that she gave me a little wave and disappeared.
I moved hesitantly into the living room to find everyone sitting around talking. I could see some of them were in the kitchen getting drinks and talking. As I scanned the room I spotted Roy signaling for me to come to him where he was sitting on the love seat, Audra sharing it with him. I walked haltingly to him as I watched him unzip his pants and lower them to his ankles, grinning at me. Audra honestly looked sympathetic to me. He pointed for me to get on my knees and get to work. I was so humiliated. I have no attraction to men, and certainly no desire to suck on cock. But I would do anything my lovely wife wanted me to do when we were in domination mode. And honestly, abject humiliation is part of the rush of being chastised and dominated. That’s what made my cock twitch in its cage as I took Roy ‘s fleshy cock head in my mouth. I stopped for a moment, collecting my courage…damn I needed to cum…I can do this. The spongy head flared in my mouth, contrasted by the rock hard shaft. I felt Roy ‘s hands on the top of my head, “Come on white boy. Remember, ya gotta make me like it.” I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, then took him out of my mouth, bathing his cock head and shaft with my flattened tongue. I was trying to imagine what I would want done to me. I felt Audra’s soft hands caressing my shoulder, trying to comfort me. I reached up and traced my fingers lightly across the underside of Roy’s heavy testicles while taking his cock back into my mouth, sucking as much of his manhood in as I could, then releasing it. I tightened my lips around him and began bobbing up and down, running my tongue along the underside as I did so.   “Oh, fuck, you are a good little cocksucker, boy. Keep this up and it won’t be long!” Roy let go of my head and braced his arms on the love seat, raising his butt up to push himself further into my mouth. I didn’t try to “deep throat” him, not thinking I could and not really wanting to. He was gyrating his hips now, fucking my face. I tried to think of what Donna had done to me in the past to make me cum quickly. I released him from my mouth and turned my head sideways, sucking solely on the huge vein along the length of his cock, up and down several times before taking him back into my mouth and sucking him again. Finally I felt his huge balls begin to draw up tight and knew he was about to cum. He groaned loudly and I tried to pull my mouth off of his throbbing manhood, “Oh, no you don’t, homeboy.” Roy ‘s big hands held the back of my head again, holding me firmly in place as he came with a grunt.
Holy crap! I thought I was going to drown, there was so much semen shooting into the back of my mouth. I tried to pull away, “MMMPPPPGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” Jet after jet shot into my mouth, running out around my lips, because I couldn’t swallow fast enough. He shoved his cock farther into my mouth, down my throat and I couldn’t help it, I gagged. If he would have ever cared, he was too lost in his orgasm to care now. He just moaned and fucked my face even more. Audra had moved to the floor with me now, and was holding me tenderly, supportively. I could feel her huge breasts against my back. Finally Roy was done, and he let me up.
Audra held me close as I coughed and collected myself. Roy handed his weight to Audra, got up and walked off to the kitchen to get another drink. He stopped long enough to pat my head, “Good job, man.”
After I recovered, I looked to Audra, “May I please make you cum, ma’am?” Audra silently took her weight and Roy ‘s and placed them on my chain, “You have my weight, Bryan , you can move on if you want.”
“I would like to earn it if you don’t mind, Miss Audra.” She smiled compassionately and gently guided me down onto my back. Then she lowered the straps of her sundress, exposing her pendulous breasts, her large dark nipples erect and beautiful. She was aroused! She placed each breast into my mouth for a moment so that I could massage it with my mouth and suck on her nipples. Then she turned around and hiked up the skirt of the dress, straddling my head to cover my mouth with tender sex. She let the sun dress fall down around me, so that I was in my own private little heaven with her moist, puffy pussy and her sweet ass. Then I felt her lay down across my body in a sixty-nine position, pressing her fleshy breasts into my abdomen. Oh, God! My manhood tried desperately to burst through its cage, but alas in vain. She lowered her nether lips to my lips and I was so happy to begin massaging them with my mouth. She whimpered lightly and began caressing the back of my thighs with her fingertips, licking the precum from my cage and the parts of my cock that she could reach. Her tongue felt so incredible on my neglected manhood! I have to focus! Remember that I have to make her cum quickly!
I used my mouth to continue caressing her puffy lips as my tongue began darting across her swollen clit. She tasted soooo good. She felt sooooo good! I sucked her clit into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue…she squealed in delight and began humping my face…losing control. Good. She covered my cock with her mouth, but stopped working on me, now lost in her own pleasure. I could feel her breasts rubbing against me as she gyrated her hips above me. This was glorious. I flattened my tongue and ran it up and down her slit before bathing her clit with it. When she began to moan continuously in pleasure, I knew I had her. I sharpened my tongue and began dancing it around her clit. She cried out, “Ohhhhhhh….ooooohhhhhhhh……OH..OH..OH! Yeeeeessssss!!!!!!” She came hard, pressing her cunt tightly to my face. Then she showed me another side of her…she began ejaculating into my mouth, shooting her sweet fluid to the back of my throat. Embarrassed, she tried to pull away from me, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” She sounded a little panicked. I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled her firmly back to my face, moaning out, “ugh uh, mmmmmmm…..” I sucked all of her juices I could from her lips and again attacked her swollen bud. I have NO problem with ejaculating women! It made me feel so good to be able cause that in her. Soon she was cumming again; her fingernails digging into my ass as she tried to hold on through another shattering orgasm. She ejaculated again, not trying to stop it this time, crying out as she thrashed her head back and forth over my midsection. She screamed so loud I thought the neighbors would hear, then quieted herself by burying her mouth into my inner thigh, subconsciously biting me hard as she cried into my flesh. As she came down from her ecstatic orgasms I tenderly caressed her sex and her thighs, helping her to calm herself. Finally she moved shakily from atop my body, smiling and mouthing a silent “thank you.”
I smiled back at her, our bond obvious. Then I looked to the clock to see how much time I had left. I was almost done, but I had to hurry! I looked around for someone that I hadn’t already finished off. Fran was sitting at the table in the kitchen. Moved quickly to her, “Miss Fran, may I please offer you an orgasm?” She smiled, stood, and wriggled her sweet ass out of her flimsy little shorts. Her butt was perfection and she knew it. She walked around so that she was on the opposite side of the table, then bent over the table, facing the living room. Her tanned, firm ass was sticking out for all to see. “I thought you’d never ask…shouldn’t you get busy?” I almost ran around behind her and dropped to the floor, then leaning back so that I could tongue her velvety pussy. She pulled away slightly, “No, no, not there. Here.” She wriggled her ass over me and I got the message. I hope I can make her cum like this! I got up on my knees and pressed my face to her ass. I smothered her cheeks with kisses, then pressed my face between them, caressing her brown berry with my tongue. She pressed back against me and I delved into her. My efforts were met with a moan of pleasure. She obviously liked attention paid to her most noticeable attribute. I had to work to keep her focused, though. Stephanie and Susan had been sitting at the table with her, and continued their conversation as if I weren’t even there. They were talking about recipes while I knelt behind Fran tonguing her ass desperately! For over ten minutes I worked frantically, using every trick I knew to make her cum. A couple of times I tried to move to her snatch, more familiar territory, only to have it moved away from me and replaced with her rosebud. Finally she stopped talking and began pressing herself back against me, mewling softly as she approached her orgasm. She reached her arms out to Stephanie and Susan, who helped steady her as she finally cried out in a tender orgasm. I had earned another weight!
I thanked Fran…and she thanked me…then made my way back to the living room. If I had counted correctly, I only had four more orgasms to give, Donna, Terry, Cindy, and….Lamont. Crap. How the hell was I going to handle that monster? Donna and Terry were sitting in the living room talking with several of the others. I knew I had to leave Donna for last, so I went looking for Cindy. She wasn’t in the den, or the bathrooms, or the bedrooms. Oh, please don’t be hiding from me! I don’t have time for this!
I found her on the back deck. My heart fell. Actually I found her and Lamont on the deck. Ornery little Cindy was leaning over the railing looking out at our back yard, driving herself back against Lamont’s huge meat as he pounded into her. Her little voice cried out just as I exited the house, “OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!!!!……YOU’RE SOFUCKINGBIG!!!!!” Yet she continued to slam herself against him. “FUCKYES!!!…..I’M C-C-C-CUMMMMMIINNNNGGGGGGAGAIN!!!!!!!!” My face flushed, I wondered how many orgasms Lamont the fucking machine had given her. Would she even let me try to make her cum? Could she cum again if she did let me? As I was wondering this, Lamont let go his own orgasm, holding her tight as he filled her pussy with cum for what seemed like forever.
I dropped to my knees. I wanted to cry. How would I ever make them cum now?! After they recovered they noticed me kneeling there on the deck. Cindy grinned that mischievous little girl smile of hers, “He, he, I’m ready for my orgasm now, Mr. Bryan.” I went to a chaise lounge on the deck and lay back on it, depressed. She straddled my face and I could see the copious amounts of Lamont’s seed running out of her stretched and reddened sex and down her legs. Before I could say anything, she covered my face with it. I went right to work on her wrecked pussy as she spoke, “After all, Mr. Bryan, Miss Donna never actually said we couldn’t play while you were getting other people off. I hope I have another cum left in me, though!” Glob after glob of thick, creamy semen flowed unchecked into my mouth. I swallowed hard; I would have to get this out of the way before I could work on her clit. Then I had to clean the cum off of her nether lips and her swollen bud. As I darted my tongue across her clit for the first time, she jumped, so sensitive after whom knew how many orgasms on Lamont’s huge cock. I tenderly caressed it for a few moments until she was able to settle down on my face and let me go to work with a passion. I was thankful for her youth at this point, because she had recovered very quickly. Her breath ragged, she told me what a turn on it was to make me clean Lamont’s cum from her freshly fucked body. Still it was taking awhile to work her up to an orgasm. She really wanted it, as was evidenced by her continuously alternating moans, whimpers and sighs. Above me I saw Lamont move into my view. He was stroking that humongous anaconda between his legs, already hard again. He seemed to be as aroused as I was by Cindy’s little girl squeals and panting, her incredible lithe body fucking my face.
Finally she cried out, “ugh…ugh…ugh…yeah! Do it! Right there! I’m cumming Mr. Bryan! You did it, take it! Mmmmpphhhhh!!!” When was fully engulfed in her orgasm I was surprised to see jets of cum splashing across her face and her heaving chest. I glanced up further and saw Lamont’s monster spurting those jets of cum at her while she cried out. I was torn between the joy of knowing I’d made her cum and the realization that Lamont had cum twice in the last five minutes. How would I ever make him cum again?
Cindy, still breathing heavily, slid down until her chest was directly over my face and she pressed her cum covered breasts to my mouth, “Clean me up, Mr. Bryan, and I’ll give you my weight…that’s it, get it all….now my face….ooo..that feels good…kiss me Mr. Bryan…kiss me.” Her kisses felt good on my lips…she ground her sex against mine as her tongue danced with mine….Oh, please let me cum! I can’t take it any more! I have got to have it! My thoughts raced, then almost as suddenly as she had attacked me, she relaxed and lay down on me, motionless, exhausted.
After a moment Lamont touched her on the shoulder and she rolled over into his arms. He picked her up and lay her on another lounge chair so she could recover. Then he took her weight and handed it to me along with his. I looked at him quizzically and he spoke, “That last nut I had was because I was watchin’ her cum cause a what you was doin’. Why don’t we just say that was you givin’ me my nut? Just between us, bubba. Now you better get goin’….I think you got about ten minutes left.”
My thanks to him were said as I was moving to the door. Ten minutes! There was no way! I ran to my love, my Donna, and dropped before her. “Please, Miss Donna, please may I make you cum?” She sat in a chair in the living room, and smiled down at me, “But what about Terry? You still have to finish him off, don’t you?” I looked up at the clock; I was down to eight minutes. Eight minutes or I wouldn’t cum for another month at least. There was only one way I could still win my orgasm. I turned to Terry.
“Would you….will you…..please….” it stuck in my throat, but it was the only way. I had already let myself be subjected to all kinds of humiliation. I wasn’t going to let it slip away now. “Would you please fuck me while I go down on Miss Donna? Please?” Shit! I was kneeling before my best friend in my own living room, begging him to fuck me up the ass in front of nearly two dozen friends and strangers. I really had no shame left, did I?”
Terry unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his jeans. I turned quickly to Donna, looking at her frantically like a puppy seeking approval. She scooted her butt forward in the chair and lifted her skirt to expose her freshly shaved sex. I practically dove into her familiar nether lips…hungrier than I had been all night for the sweet taste of pussy. She felt so good against my face. I sucked on her lips and then began running my flattened tongue along her slit. As I started to dart my tongue about her clit I felt the pressure of Terry’s phallus against my ass. I tried to focus only on Donna, imaging it was just me and her in our bed as his cock forced its way past my sphincter and invaded my body.
Donna’s fingers interlaced in my hair and she spoke tenderly, “Come on baby, take me…take me over the top…make me cum sweetheart…oh, your tongue feels so damned good baby….” Soon she was moaning and pressing herself firmly against my face. Her orgasm washed over her and she said softly, “That’s it baby, oohhhhh….mmmmmmm……so good baby…….yeah……”
As she was cumming I became aware of a warm feeling washing inside me….Terry was cumming inside me. All I could think of while this was happening was that I would get to cum.
As Donna came down from her orgasm I lay my head against her molten sex, breathing in her scent and drawing her as closely as I could. I cried. I couldn’t help it. I cried quietly into her sex as she ran her fingers through my hair tenderly, soothing me and telling me, “yes baby…you will get to cum tonight. Are you ready?”
I sobbed out a quiet “yes” as she comforted me. I heard the alarm she had set on the mantle begin to chime. I had made it! After all this time, I would get to have an orgasm. Something everyone else had taken for granted, had so often…it had been a month! I GET TO CUM! Mr. Happy swelled inside his cage in anticipation.
I looked up to Donna, recalling what she had said earlier in the evening about her plans. I silently mouthed, “When? When do I get to cum, ma’am?”
“Soon, my love, soon. But first….” Chapter 12 Bryan finally gets his reward, but more torment first.   I was going to be able to cum! I get to have an orgasm! I stood before my beautiful wife Donna in our living room, surrounded by twenty houseguests, and my heart raced. I had a knot in my stomach as I wondered what would happen next. I stood completely exposed. The closest thing to clothing on my body were the leather cuff restraints fastened to my wrists and ankles, the matching collar around my neck, and the ever present chastity tube fastened securely to my manhood.
For those of you that may not have been with my story from the outset, the CB-3000 had been my constant companion for a month. I have not had an orgasm in that month, and have been continuously teased, tormented and denied. I have suffered pain, humiliation, and chastity beyond what most could even imagine. And what is more—I have enjoyed every minute of it. I know—I’m a sick bastard. Maybe I am. A month ago my wife took my ultimate fantasies and turned them into hers too. I’ve experienced many things that I have fantasized about, and many that I hadn’t. Things that apparently were Donna’s fantasies. Yet I find that not matter what she’d done to me, I enjoyed it all. I’ve given more orgasms to her and others, female and male, than I can count, I’ve been spanked, milked, and fucked, but I’ve not cum in a month.
My poor tortured cock by this point was a deep purple, and it pressed desperately against the inside of its cage, bulging through the vent holes where it could. My balls were full and swollen. It was incredibly sensitive.
Donna stood and took my hand, leading me to the corner of the room where Terry’s “project” sat, still covered by cloth. My best friend Terry had built it in my workshop at Donna’s behest almost a month ago. I knew that it was some type of chair, but that is all I knew. Donna stood me facing the chair, then turned back towards the room, “Terry, Suzie, can ya’ll help me for a moment?” Once they were both standing nearby, Donna slowly drew the cloth away from the chair, exposing it to our guests and me for the first time. My heart raced as many of the possibilities of its use occurred to me.
The chair was well built, and appeared to be made of a very solid wood, maybe oak. There was no padding, but it was contoured to conform to a person’s body. Below the seat were strong legs, and extending from the back of the seat was a backrest that was attached by hinges. Armrests were attached to the backrest, extending out to form a “U” shape with the backrest in the middle. Once my arms were secured to these armrests, they would be in about the same position they’d be in if I were placed in a full upper body cast. The backrest was narrow enough that it would be comfortable but not extend beyond the width of my torso.
Attached to the front of the seat were two supports for the person’s legs and feet which appeared to have some type of swivel hinges, so that they could be moved up or down or side to side. Several eyebolts were positioned in key locations on the chair. Terry was certainly a talented craftsman. What the hell was I in for?
I’ve saved the most disturbing aspect of the chair for last. Affixed to the center of the seat was a very lifelike phallus, only about six inches in length but very thick. It even had realistic looking testicles extending from its base, towards the front of the seat. Crap.
Donna released my hand and gestured for me to have a seat. I moved towards the chair hesitantly, looking into Donna’s eyes. She perceived the question there and smiled mischievously, “Yes, dear, you are going to cum tonight. But we have a couple more hours of fun with you first.” She winked at me and stuck her tongue out playfully.
Trying to control a nervous shaking, I went to sit in the chair. Donna had mercy on me and placed a generous helping of lubricant on the phallus. She positioned the fake cock at the entrance to my anus and I slowly began to rest upon it. I was about halfway onto it when Susan’s patience wore thin and she pressed firmly down on my shoulders, forcing my ass suddenly onto the seat and the dildo painfully into me, “Uuuunnnnggggghhhhhh.” My legs were spread slightly by the huge balls on the phallus. I felt a shudder course its way through my entire body and tried to regain my composure.
I placed my legs in the contoured leg supports, which were currently positioned in a lowered, resting manner. Terry lifted each one in turn and they clicked into a position directly in front of me. Susan took padlocks and secured the leather cuffs already on my ankles to the leg supports. My arms naturally rested on the armrests. Donna fastened my wrists to the eyebolts at the end of the armrests, then secured my collar to the backrest. They all three helped in taking broad nylon restrains that had Velcro built in to secure my thighs and upper arms, completely immobilizing me.
Surprisingly I was quite comfortable in my chair. It conformed to my body well. I tried to squirm around in the chair and quickly came to a realization about the primary purpose for the phallus. Its thickness coupled with me not being able to rise up off of it prevented me from even sliding around in the seat.
Perspiration beaded on my forehead as Terry spread my legs far apart at Donna’s signal. She moved between my legs and removed the key to my chastity tube from around her neck. Now I really started to perspire, and my heartbeat increased at the thought of freedom. She knelt down in front of me and unlocked the padlock securing me. Gently she wriggled my plastic prison back and forth, working it off of my tortured cock. She removed the locking pin from the top of the ring behind my balls and finally, after an entire month, I was free! I had almost forgotten how it felt as my cock swelled to its full tumescence, throbbing in its newfound life. Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder. I think I was completely absorbed in my penis at that moment. It was like I could feel every cell expanding. I went from being unable to have anything close to an erection to being as hard as a rock and gloried in it. Oh my God it felt so damned good! I looked down upon my happy erection, at the pulsing vein and the precum pooling at the slit in its head. I felt as if I would cum in a gush at the slightest touch. “Oh, God! Oh God please touch me! Please, oh fuck; please touch me so I can cum! Please?!”
Donna held her hands inches from my straining cock and spoke softly, “All in due time, sweetheart. The next two hours might just be the best part of the tease…you wouldn’t want to miss out on that would you? I know I wouldn’t!”
Donna then turned her attention from me to our guests, “O.K., here’s the plan everybody. For the next two, or three, or four hours, we all get to have as much sex as we want. All I ask is that you try and have as much fun here within Bryan ‘s view as possible so we can torment the hell out of him. Oh and there are just a couple of rules. You can use my dear hubby anyway you want, as long as you don’t touch that hair-trigger cock of his and don’t try to make him cum. But please, please feel free to try and drive him out of his mind if you can! Then when we are all good and sated, I’ll decide how he gets to have his orgasms.”
Terry handed something to Donna, saying, “Don’t forget this…I wouldn’t want my buddy to miss out, or get in trouble for ruining your fun…” Donna giggled as she thanked him for his thoughtfulness.
She then moved between my legs and fastened a snap on cock ring to the base of my hard, straining cock. “This should help keep you from popping your cork before I’m ready for you to, baby. And it should help keep you good and hard. Although it doesn’t appear you’ll have a problem there, huh, stud?”
Susan moved into Terry’s arms and they began to kiss. I noticed several other guests pairing off before Donna cut off my view by leaning down to kiss me passionately. She ran her tongue across my lips, circling them, then covered my mouth with hers, dancing her tongue with mine. As we kissed, she ran her fingertips lightly across my chest and abdomen. My cock strained even more, bouncing uncontrollably. Donna drew back and ran her fingers through my hair as she spoke, “I love you honey. I know you’ve suffered terribly for the last month, but I also know you love every minute of it. I’m gonna build it in the next couple of hours till you can’t stand it anymore, build it like a climax before I let you have your orgasm. I want it to be as intense as possible for you.” She traced my lips with an index finger, “Then after you get to cum, you’ll be free for the rest of the weekend to do whatever you want…. with whoever you want to do it with. Then Monday morning I’m going to lock you up again and we’ll start all over, baby.”
Donna then stood and took a couple of steps to where Terry and Susan were embraced. She joined their embrace and they all three sank to the floor almost directly at my feet. There they engaged in an impassioned threesome. Right in front of me the ladies pushed Terry to the floor on his back. Susan swung one leg over and straddled his erection while Donna straddled his face. Susan rocked back and forth on Terry’s cock, Donna ground her sweet sex onto Terry’s darting tongue, and the girls tweaked each other’s nipples and kissed while I strained against my restraints, whimpering in desperation. Damn.
I watched this trio for a few minutes while catching glimpses of the others in various degrees of undress and lovemaking in the background. Finally free to do so, my cock strained to the point that I thought it would burst, a sensation only intensified by the ring fastened at its base. Precum swelled and dripped down the sides, across my full balls and onto the balls of the fake cock which impaled me. The heady aroma of sex filled the air. After spending so much time for the last month with my face buried between their respective legs, I felt as if I could almost pick out and identify the scent of each soaked, swollen pussy in the room. Their musk wafting across my nostrils drove me wild. Bound and helpless as I was, I wanted nothing more that to feel one of those moist, pliant vaginas upon my face. Well, I guess that isn’t entirely true. There is one place I’d rather feel one of them of course, and it pulsed as if begging me to provide what I could not.
I looked over to my left and saw Lamont leaning with his back against the wall, about ten feet from where I was secured. Damn I was envious of him. He stood there like a mountain, every inch of his body rippled with taunt muscles. Extending from his midsection was what was still the most humongous slab of cock meat I had ever seen. I watched as Cindy approached him like a lioness stalking prey. When Donna and I first met her we only knew that she was a young bookstore clerk whose interest was peaked by our purchase of books on female domination. We soon found out that she was a 19-year-old that not only possessed a fantastic, nubile body, but also an intriguingly inventive mind with a penchant for dominant torment of males. I had soon found out that the innocent face and buoyant ponytail was a devious cover for a precocious, almost evil temptress. She had giggled and enjoyed herself immensely as she used me and teased me with Donna’s consent.
But there was no pretense of dominance as she took on Lamont. He was obviously not one to be toyed with. She simply walked up to him and without a word held her arms up to him as a child would when they wanted to be picked up. Towering over her petite form, he took her by her sides and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck to support herself and lowered her puffy pink nether lips onto his erect cock. Since she was supporting her weight now, he used one hand to help guide the huge throbbing head of his ebony manhood to her sex as he held her perfect ass in the immense palm of his other hand. She pushed that tight young sex slowly onto him, her tiny little voice giving voice to the incredibly pleasurable strain she was feeling as he opened up her insides, “Mmmmmppppppphhhhhh….uh”, she wriggled her butt trying to accommodate him, “Ugh..oooooohhhhHHHH”, a little bit of success and,”yeess….uuuggghh..UUGGGGHHfuck!” As I watched her ass and thighs contract and tense, her hips wriggling back and forth trying to work him further into her body, she rested her head on his muscular chest. She opened her mouth in ecstasy and then bit into him, crying out as she tried to find somewhere for all of the over powering sensations to be released. Lamont smiled a knowing smile and cupped the back of her head in one of his hands, as if comforting her and telling her it was going to be O.K. He’d obviously experienced this reaction before.
Finally she’d reached her goal. I’d seen it before, but I was still amazed when a woman would manage to envelop that freakishly large cock completely into her sex. All I could see now were his huge balls pressed against the tender pink lips of her cunt. Cindy rested there momentarily, grinding herself around him occasionally as if meshing herself to him. I was surprised and completely shocked by what I saw next. I’d never seen anything like it. Also watching (as Jeff plowed her from behind) Mary exclaimed in her Texas drawl, “Oh my Gawd, A’m gonna have to try thaat ride..”
The sensuous imagination of Cindy’s mind and the incredible length and girth of Lamont’s manhood were graphically displayed as she began to move. She lifted her legs up and placed her feet flat against the wall on either side of his chest, her knees bent so that he was still buried completely within her. She grasped her tiny hands as far around his biceps as she could; indicating that he was to grasp the back of her upper arms with his hands. Their arms were now interlocked. Then she lay back so that she was perpendicular to his body. Next she pressed against the wall, slowly extending her legs until they were straight. Amazingly, with her legs fully extended, the head of his enormous cock was still buried in the entrance to her swollen pussy. She giggled in victory that her idea had worked. Slowly she sank back down onto him until she was completely impaled again. The look on Lamont’s face told me that while he’d had a girl ride him while standing before, he’d never experienced something like this. Cindy slowly increased the pace as she continued to do squats against the wall and Lamont with her athletic cheerleader’s body. She was obviously incredibly turned on by the idea that she could move so far without losing the fulfillment of his cock. Soon she was fucking herself silly with it, her legs extending and buckling repeatedly. Soon she was screaming out in one orgasm after another, but she never stopped using his cock to give her yet another. I could envision his huge cock head sliding repeatedly past her g-spot while the tremendous girth of his cock drew her clit in and across it every time she impaled herself. Her breathing was ragged, but she was in very good shape and never seemed to slow down,”Uh…uh…ugh…uugggghhh.” “Fuuuccccckkk…uh-huh,oh yes, yes, YEEEESSSSSS,” Another orgasm coursed through her writhing body, “YEEEESSSSSS…..oh fuck me….Oh DADDY!” Daddy? What the hell? Oh, well, I can’t be one to comment on quirks or perversions, can I? “DAADDYY fuck me…….”, and then an incredibly strong orgasm made her stop, if only for a moment, “AAAUGGHHHHHHHHHH.”
I thought the flesh of my cock was going to split from the intense pressure from within it. I strained against my restraints. Oh, God I needed someone to touch me!
As difficult as it was to do, I tried to divert my attention from this incredible sight and take in the other happenings in the room. Although honestly, I had to glance back at them occasionally to reassure myself that I was actually seeing what I was seeing.
Mary and Jeff were still in the middle of the floor, and Mary’s face was now resting on her arms while she was on all fours, Jeff still grinding his cock into her from behind. Her plush body was covered in sweat as she pushed back against him. After watching Lamont, I had to remind myself that Jeff’s manhood was of respectable size. That made me think of my own size and l looked down momentarily at my own purple, precum covered cock to remind myself that mine was of decent size also. After being neglected for so long, even the most confident man starts to question the desirability of his unit. In spite of the fact that I knew the basis for our adventure was partially self-inflicted torment, I couldn’t help but think it was easy for my love to do without my cock. I couldn’t wait to prove my prowess to her again.
As I scanned the room I saw yet another incredible sight. The couch in the living room is plush and well padded, and about eight feet in length. Stephanie and Fran were both straddling the back of it lengthwise, facing each other. Steph’s right and Fran’s left leg were resting on the seat of the couch while their opposite feet rested on the floor behind it. The girls were kissing each other and holding hands. Behind Stephanie I saw that Dave was fucking her slowly from behind at that end of the couch, while behind Fran I saw Roy’s black cock slamming her perfect white ass for all he was worth. They were all lost in their passion.
Elizabeth and Becky were on the love seat, their beautiful bodies entwined in a sixty-nine position, each delving lovingly into each other’s sex.
I looked around the room and it was verified. Everyone in the room was involved in giving and receiving glorious sex. The sounds of their passion filled my ears while the heady musk that spent itself from their bodies drove me nuts. My senses were completely filled with the exception of touch. And the lack of contact seemed to be all I could think about as all the others filled the room with a symphony of sighs, moans, whispered encouragement and orgasm after orgasm. My body was covered in perspiration, my cock leaked in desperation. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore, and closed my eyes, trying to block the sounds from my ears. Occasionally I would open my eyes and look, unable not to. Then I would close them again, trying to retreat within myself.
I felt the backrest of my chair being drawn downwards and opened my eyes. I was now looking directly up at the ceiling, and whoever had pushed my head downwards let go of the chair. It was then that I realized that Terry had built a spring or hydraulic cylinder into the moving parts of the chair, so that once I was released I would simply spring back to a sitting position. No chance of being left in a position where I couldn’t see anything around me. Whoever had moved me realized this at the same time. They pushed my forehead to press the backrest down again and I was blessed with the sight of a completely nude Audra, her kind eyes regarding me. I couldn’t help but stare at her large natural breasts, tipped with dollar-sized aureoles and taunt, aroused nipples. She leaned over, dangling her incredible breasts that she knows I am enthralled with, just above my face. She grasped my hands in hers, interlacing our fingers. I heard her moan in pleasure and saw her breasts swell, her body moving slightly forward. It became obvious to me that someone that I couldn’t see had just pressed himself into her waiting sex from behind. She looked around behind her and spoke, “Gently David, we wouldn’t want to overwhelm our poor victim here..” She then lowered her pendulous, pliant mammaries to my mouth. Their velvety flesh against my lips and tongue as I kissed and sucked on them gratefully was like heaven to me. She pressed them against my face, saying, “That’s it baby, make love to me….mmmmmyeahbaby…” I was so thankful, not only because I enjoyed her breasts so much. This may sound strange to anyone that hasn’t experienced long term chastity or denial, but being able to concentrate on her, to feel her touch, meant that I could divert my attention from my own torturous needs. Even if only briefly. I listened to her moans of passion from the serious fucking she was enjoying while her tits enveloped my face, comforting me.   But of course my relief was not to be. There always seemed to be someone around that wanted to drive me absolutely fucking nuts. My sight taken from me oh so pleasantly, I didn’t know who it was, but I felt a woman’s fingernails lightly tracing themselves across my inner thighs, just below my engorged cock. I groaned into Audra’s flesh and she must have looked up, as I heard her breathe huskily, “Oh, you are an evil bitch…” The anonymous fingernails teased higher up my thighs until they were toying with my ass and the bottom of my swollen testicles. This time I whimpered!
Next I felt hot breath heating the flesh of my manhood as the woman breathed across it. I tried to raise my hips towards the mouth that I knew had to be only inches from my cock, but it was not to be. I was secured firmly and couldn’t move. I was completely at the mercy of my sensuous attacker. I was distracted momentarily as Audra gripped my fingers tightly while an orgasm coursed through her body.
Then, much to my surprise, I felt a tongue slowly swirl around the head of my cock. I had been locked up and without that sensation for so long that I couldn’t help myself. My surprised scream was muffled by Audra’s flesh and she groaned in pleasure as the vibrations ran through her nipples and breasts. Whoever it was then caused me to almost cry as I felt her soft mouth completely envelop my rock hard cock. I could feel the heat of her mouth against my burning flesh. My muffled moans, if they could be heard, would have said, “Oh please, oh, yes, Oh GOD!”
But it was not to be. Just as my savior began to suck gently upon my flesh, I heard a loud crack, the sound of flesh being struck violently. I heard and felt her “mmmpppphhhh” around my cock, then heard Donna’s voice, laughing, “Oh, no you don’t! You are not going to spoil this for him…for me!” I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine the woman’s head being pulled suddenly by the hair away from my manhood, then felt the cool air impacting my saliva-coated flesh. Damnit! It had felt so good! Next I heard Donna’s voice again, “You wanna suck a cock? Hey, Lamont, she want a cock in her mouth, you can accommodate her can’t you?” The next thing I heard was the sound of a female moaning and gagging while Lamont fucked her mouth. At first she sounded as if she wasn’t enjoying it at all, then gradually she started humming in pleasure. After several minutes I heard Lamont groan, “Here it comes darlin’. Better get it all.” I knew she had to be struggling to swallow his copious amounts of cum from the sounds she made. Audra was still above me, and I never did find out who had tried to take care of me.
I continued lavishing attention on Audra for a few more minutes until she lifted up, David having spent himself within her. She leaned down and kissed me, then released the backrest. Slowly the backrest lifted me up, and I realized that many of the players had changed places while I’d been busy. Cindy had changed partners, kissing with Terry on the love seat, working him back up to another erection that she could use. Lamont was sitting in a chair while two women shared the task of lavishing attention on his flaccid python, kissing and licking it to get it rigid once more. It seemed to have a life of its own as it began to roll and lift in response. I noticed that Donna was laying on her back on the floor while Roy pounded into her.
That was the last I was able to take in as my backrest was being lowered again. I looked up to see Mary lowering her sweet, heart shaped ass to my face. Her sex was a mess, covered in cum and swollen. She looked down at me and said mischievously, “Be gentle with me sweetie, I’ve been rode hard and put away very, very wet. Clean me up, would ya?”
And so went the next couple of hours. I would pop up to watch others making love only to be “pressed into service” again and again. With the constant sexual activity that I could only watch, and the almost continuous line of messy, puffy pussies that covered my lips I was almost insane with lust. Each time I gave one of the women an orgasm I thought I would burst. Who knew that I could think I had reached the ultimate level of frustration so many times only to find I was wrong, that it could actually get worse? Fortunately, none of our male guests had any more interest in using me than I had in servicing them now that Donna wasn’t encouraging them to do so. I was blissfully covered in pussy for hours! After having cleaned Cindy thoroughly, she released my head and I slowly popped back up to a sitting position again. This time it was different. All of our guests were sitting now, sharing drinks and chatter. It appeared that they were sated and relaxed. The same could not be said of me. My breathing was now ragged, my face flushed, and every muscle in my body had been strained from periodically pulling against my bonds. My cock felt like it was somewhere between splitting the flesh or bursting into flames it was so hot with need.
Donna was sitting next to Susan and Mary talking when she finished the drink she had in her hand. She regarded me impishly, then stood, addressing our guests, “Well everyone, I think Bryan ‘s big moment has finally arrived.” My heart raced. I was so ready!
Donna asked Elizabeth to help her. The ladies approached me, Donna signaling for Elizabeth to pull my head down. ‘Beth’ pushed my backrest into the lowered position, then straddled my head, letting the backrest come back up until my forehead rested between her legs, against her tender sex. I watched as Donna threw her left leg over my midsection, straddling me. She smiled down at me lovingly, caressing my chest with her fingertips. Beth did the same to my upper arms and tousled my hair. Donna pressed the tender, swollen lips of her sex against the head of my straining cock, “ooohhh, sssssssssttttttt” She made a sound like water landing on a hot skillet, and laughed softly. Everyone in the room was watching and some of them had stood and moved closer to get a better view.
Slowly Donna slid down onto my desperate manhood, and I groaned in ecstasy. She felt so damned good! It had been so long; it was almost as if I was a virgin feeling these sensations for the very first time. When she had fully enveloped me she stopped and looked into my eyes, “I love you darling. I’ve been waiting for this moment too.” She began to grind herself upon me, then to fuck me with ever increasing passion. I wasn’t going to last long, cock ring or not, and I knew it. I was damn near panting now, trying in vain to lift my hips closer to my lovely wife. I felt my balls drawing up, and she felt it too. She suddenly stopped and rested all her weight down on me again. I pleaded with her not to stop. She reached around behind her buttocks and grasped the bottom of the cock ring, then with a tug pulled it away from me. Now I was completely free to enjoy my approaching orgasm. She raised all the way up off of my manhood, then slammed herself back down. Once more and that was all it took.
I think I screamed like a little girl. I thought my cock head was blasting off of my engorged penis into her loins as hot cum literally burst from my body. Jet after jet of semen filled her womb and Donna’s orgasm blended with my own. I continued to cry out in ecstasy, my head pressing into Beth’s sex. My orgasm was so intense that it was almost painful. She continued to grind herself down upon me until she couldn’t take it anymore. She lay down across my abdomen, resting her head on my chest. I tried to regain control of my breathing. I could feel our mingled juices running down my balls and into the crack of my ass. I was in heaven as Donna leaned up and kissed me tenderly. I told her over and over again how much I loved her, and I was laughing uncontrollably. I was giddy with the sudden release of a month’s worth of building sexual tension. Finally I managed to calm myself. Donna slowly disengaged herself from me and stood. We both grinned at each other as we realized that “Mr. Happy” was still rock hard and ready to go. He still had more in him. God only knew how much it might take to sate me at this point. I looked at Donna beseechingly but she just smiled and said that she was done in for the night. She looked around the room, “Any takers?” Several of the women shook their heads as if they had just finished a big meal and couldn’t eat another bite. All but Cindy, who hopped up and danced playfully over to me. She looked at Donna briefly, who signaled her consent.
Cindy grinned, “Thank you, Miss Donna.” Then looking at me, “I am gonna rock your world, Mr. Bryan. I’m gonna fuck you silly!” Then she giggled playfully as she leapt up and impaled herself suddenly on my straining cock.
Beth had moved away from me, so Cindy used the arms of the chair, pushing them upwards, which pushed my head and body downwards. The she began fucking me for all she was worth, pounding me over and over again. I lasted longer this time, but not by much. Soon I was cumming hard into her tight little snatch. I tried to regain my breath and my composure, but this wasn’t Donna I was dealing with. Cindy wasn’t having anything to do with giving me a breather. She moaned out in orgasm but just kept on going. I was ready to stop, but neither she nor my cock was getting the message. I’d been denied for so long that my cock stayed strong and hard through two more torturous orgasms. Cindy’s lithe body never seemed to stop; she just kept on ravishing me. She giggled her way through her fifth orgasm with me and finally collapsed on top of me. But I don’t think it was because she was spent. It was because she realized that my manhood was finally exhausted, having finally reached a point I had reached long ago. I had gone limp within her. Part of me was wishing I could get another erection right now, but I had no choice in the matter at this point. I was completely shot. Cindy looked up into my eyes with a mischievous smile, “Thank you Mr. Bryan. You’re pretty good for an old guy! You got enough in you to use that magic tongue on me one last time?”
Exhausted though I was, I managed to nod in consent. It seemed only fair since, to quote Mary, Cindy had “rode me hard and put me away wet.” As I was delving into her puffy little sex I felt my restraints being unfastened, my limbs being set free. I moved my arms and legs, working the blood back into them as I swallowed my own cum out of Cindy’s hot repository. She sighed through a weak orgasm and released my head from her thighs.
When I stood I found that everyone else except Donna, myself and Cindy had dressed. As Cindy was dressing the women hugged me, and the men shook my hand in congratulations. Then they all drifted out and went home, leaving my lovely wife and me alone finally.
I looked at Donna and she held her arms out to me. I embraced her and kissed her tenderly. Then we walked arm in arm upstairs to our room, where we cuddled each other lovingly in our bed. For the first time in a month I was able to press my manhood against her beautiful backside as we spooned together. In spite of my exhaustion, I felt myself beginning to stir again. Bordering on sleep, Donna sighed pleasantly, “Sorry cowboy, but I’m done for. We’ll have to start this adventure again in the morning.” As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that would be just fine with me. I slept like a rock that night. Tomorrow was another day!