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If you have not read the previous portions of the "Easy Street" and "From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so.
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'".
