From Easy Street To A Hard Road Ch 12

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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. For the readers who have been asking...I apologize for the lengthy divide between story segments...been busy. Thanks for all of the positive comments; I'll try to keep 'em "cumming".

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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.