Neighbors

My mind was a whirlwind on the drive back home. Sarah and Zach's one sided make out session at the gym was burned in my memory. I was equal parts jealous, aroused, and confused. My caged cock was aching from the experience I just had, and several times during the drive I reached down and tried to readjust the position of the cage. It had been a month or so since my last orgasm, and it seems like every time I got excited now it took longer and longer for my cock to give up and stop trying to get hard.

Just as I pulled into my driveway I got a text from Claire.

Claire *You're my ride for tonight Chris. Pick me up at 10. Already cleared it with Amber*

I shrugged. I had anticipated chauffeuring Amber, but if she had other arrangements...

My phone dinged again.

Claire *And don't forget to wear some nice date night panties! You're going out on the town! Dress up a little! I'll be checking :)*

Ugghh.

I checked the time. It was already almost nine o'clock. I probably had enough time to check in with Amber to see if she needed anything before showering and changing and getting Claire.

I stepped out of my car. That's when I noticed Justin's car was in Amber's driveway. Parked right next to her new BMW.

I felt another wave of jealousy run through me. I had spent all afternoon cleaning and cooking for Amber. And it had been fantastic. One of the first days I had worked for her where we got to hang out a little and talk. Ok, maybe we didn't talk too much but at least I got to sit with her while she watched TV. She had praised my work and said I was doing such a good job for her. And then Justin comes over - this cocky arrogant college kid - and gets to fuck her whenever he wants. Or I guess whenever she wants. I wasn't totally clear on the details of the arrangement.

Maybe they were just hanging out, I thought. I crossed the lawn to her driveway and started up the porch steps.

I halted. The blinds were drawn, but the way the lights were set in the living room I could see faint shadows outlined on the slats. It looked like figures moving. I took another couple of hesitant steps onto the porch.

I could hear them now. From the vague shadows, it looked like they were fucking on Amber's couch. I think Amber was on top, riding Justin.

"OOH......fuck....fuck.....fuck....yes just like that....oh......"

I also heard Justin's low grunts and growls.

I couldn't help myself. I crept closer to the door and bent down to put my ear against it. Luckily Amber didn't have her porch light on so I was relatively concealed from the street.

I could hear much better with my ear pressed against Amber's front door.

"Fuck me with your cock...come on...give it...that's right...don't you dare come...I want another one...uhh...uhh..." Amber's voice was rising in a crescendo. She was clearly working towards an orgasm. Justin was saying something too but the lower pitch of his voice wasn't clearly audible. I felt my cock try to swell again and winced at the pain. The cumulative effects of so many crushed erections was taking a toll on my cock. It ached so badly now when I tried to get hard. And this wasn't even with the "virtual spike" setting on my chastity cage that punished me with electric shocks if it detected arousal.

I reached down and shifted my cage around in my exercise shorts again, trying to get some relief. I knew I should stop my snooping - it was only making things increasingly painful for me. Grimacing with discomfort, I put my ear back to the door. I reached for the door frame to steady myself.

DIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG

Fuck! I glanced at my hand in panic. I had set it right on the doorbell! I Jerked away from the door and tried to sprint off of the porch. My leg got tangled in a small table Amber kept by the door with a couple of small plants on it. Both the table and I slammed to the floor with a crash. The unexpected tumble knocked the breath out of me, and I laid there for a second shaking my head and trying to get some air back in my lungs.

Amber's front door swung open with a bang.

"What the fuck is going on out here!"

I heard Justin's voice bellowing into the night. I looked up and over my shoulder just as he looked down and saw me sprawled out on the porch.

"What the fuck...Chris?"

My eyes traveled down his body. He was completely nude. His raging cock was standing straight out from his body, bobbing slightly as he moved. He didn't seem to care that he was brightly illuminated on a dark night. I guess that if I had a body and cock like that I wouldn't care either.

I looked back up at his face and saw his expression darken.

"Get the fuck in here," he barked, and I half rose to my knees. He stepped forward and bent over, grabbing my upper arm with his right hand. He turned and walked back into the house, basically pulling me in as I scrambled on my hands and knees to keep up. I barked my shins immediately on the top porch step as he spun me around, and my shoulder banged into the doorframe. At one point I felt his hard cock slap against my shoulder. In a flash I was inside Amber's living room, and I heard the front door slam menacingly behind me.

"Look who was on your porch being a fucking peeping tom," Justin growled. I glanced over at the couch. Amber was kneeling on the couch and had obviously just pulled on a T shirt - Justin's from the look of it. It fell almost to her knees. She gave me a look that made me want to disappear from the face of the earth.

"Bank. What the actual fuck." She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. For a second. "Please tell me this isn't happening. Please tell me I didn't get interrupted from a nice orgasm because you were trying to spy on me."

Justin let go of my arm, sending me sprawling to the tiled floor at the front door entry way. I ignored the way my elbows bashed painfully against the hard surface. I racked my brain for any excuse for why I could be over here. I realized I had come over to see if she needed anything - at least that was the plan until I saw Justin's car. Then I guess I did snoop a bit...

"Uh....I'm sorry Miss...I...I came over to see if you needed anything before I got ready to go to the club."

Amber slowly moved her hand from between her eyes and glared at me.

"Do you expect me to believe that you didn't notice Justin's car in the driveway? And you didn't think for just one second that maybe you should have given us a little privacy?"

I swallowed. Her hair was a mess - completely tangled and wild. But her body swelled enticingly against the T-shirt - even strained against the fabric at places. And I was reasonably sure she was naked underneath....

"...can't believe that...Hello, bank? I'm fucking talking to you," Amber snapped. I shook my head. I had been distracted and must have zoned out for a second.

I heard a disgusted grunt and looked up. Justin was still towering over me. I couldn't help but notice his impressive cock hadn't shrunk in the slightest. It was still thick and hard and I could see it was slightly shiny with moisture. It was directly above me, and I could see his large balls dangling a foot or so from my face.

"Honestly bank...just....Jesus Christ. Justin, make him pay."

With a growl, Justin grabbed me by my arm again and dragged me to the couch. I was a fairly normal sized man, but Justin towered over me by a good four or five inches, and while I was working out quite a bit now, he had the impressive musculature of someone dedicated to the weight room for years. I couldn't resist him if I tried, which I didn't particularly feel like I could. What was I going to do - try to fight him? Best case scenario I landed a lucky blow and ran out the door. Then I would have hell to pay with Amber at some point. Even if I wanted to avoid her or somehow escape her grasp, there was the small matter of a steel cage around my dick, that only she could ever unlock. Worst case I tried to resist and failed and that would just make things worse.

I brushed up against Justin's body. I thought I felt his meaty cock on my cheek for just a second as he pushed me forcefully against the couch. I was kneeling on the carpet facing the back cushions. Amber was kneeling just to my right, looking down at me angrily. Justin was on my left side, also semi kneeling - he had one knee on the ground but his right knee was up to give him more leverage. I definitely felt his cock bounce against my left thigh as he maneuvered.

Suddenly, Justin took my left arm and twisted it hard behind my back. I uttered a cry and pitched forward. My face was pushed forcefully against the cushion as Justin wrenched my arm up until it met my right shoulder blade.

I was completely pinned - immobile. I twisted my head to the side and looked straight up at Amber, my eyes pleading.

She responded by holding the T-shirt firmly against her closed legs and giving me a dangerous look.

"Trying to look up my shirt, bank?" I tried to shake my head but it was pressed too hard against the couch.

"Justin he's trying to look at my pussy," She said, turning to her man who was crouched behind me, pinning me to the couch.

"Fucking Chris..." he breathed. I gasped as he grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts and panties and pulled them down in one swift motion. They bunched around my knees, making movement even more difficult.

"I was just trying to fuck my girl," he growled in my ear.

SMACKKKKK

I cried out in surprise and pain. He had spanked my bare ass with his hand so hard it made my body jerk forward into the couch.

"And you had to fuck that up. Right when she was about to cum on my cock too."

SMACKKKKK

I bit my lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of crying out again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

SMACKKKKK

I felt my eyes water with the stinging pain. I had been whipped and cropped and caned by Ms. Sutton and punished by Amber, but this was different. This was a man quite a bit larger than me hitting me full force.

Amber slid off the couch, keeping her borrowed shirt primly pressed against her thighs. She knelt by my side where my right arm was scrabbling at the couch, trying to find purchase to get some leverage to get off the couch. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and slowly and inexorably forced it behind my back as well. A second later I was trapped, held in place by Justin and Amber. Both wrists were being painfully wrenched behind by back.

SMACKKKKK

SMACKKKKK

"Please!" I cried out, breaking my vow to keep silent.

SMACKKKKK

"I was just about to come," Amber hissed, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.

"I know you probably forgot what that feels like, but it's pretty fucking great. And you messed that up. Right when I was on the fucking edge!"

SMACKKKKK

Justin was leaning into me now to get more leverage - that also served to push me deeper into the couch. I could now feel his massive cock pressed against my left hip as he struck again and again. He was somehow still rock hard.

Several hard smacks followed, one immediately after the other. Justin wasn't trying to take his time - he was pissed I interrupted his fucking and he wanted me to pay. I was crying at this point, tasting salty tears that streamed down my cheeks and dampened the couch cushion around me. I didn't even realize Amber had let go of my wrist until I felt fabric sliding over my face and head. It must be Justin's T shirt that Amber had put on when I intruded. Now Amber was using it like a make shift hood to cover my entire head. I realized she was now probably totally naked. Despite the punishment my ass was taking, I felt myself try to grow hard again.

I felt rather than heard Amber leave for a second. My right arm was free, and I flailed behind me wildly, trying to block Justin's powerful smacks. I couldn't see anything and he had all of the leverage, so he simply struck where I wasn't covering. My semi incoherent blubbering didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

Suddenly I felt something cool and metallic clamp around my left wrist - the one Justin was holding in a vice-like grip. I heard a ratcheting sound and then lightly pressure on my wrist. When the hell did Amber get handcuffs? Without interrupting Justin, Amber wrestled my right wrist back into place behind my back, and I felt the same cold clamp and ratcheting sound. Both of my wrists were now locked behind my back. I felt Amber on the couch next to me, and suddenly she was on me. I groaned as her knees drove into my back, and then she put a hand on the back of my head. She wasn't being gentle, just climbing on me as if I was a piece of furniture. I felt her weight shift and realized she was on her back now, at right angles to the direction I was facing. She was lying along the length of the couch, with her body on top of mine. I felt her wavy auburn hair on my right shoulder as she wriggled around to get comfortable. I couldn't believe Amber was lying naked on top of me...I couldn't see anything at all - she had made sure of that. But it was amazing to feel her bare skin against my arms and neck...

A dull ache from my chastity cage as my cock mindlessly tried to get hard.

Justin let go of my arm, but I was held just as firmly by Amber's body weight into the couch, with no leverage to move or slide out of the way.

"I'll take care of bank now, Justin," Amber breathed. I felt something else - something heavyish and rough - brush against my bruised and painful ass cheeks.

"Fuck yeah," Justin growled, and I felt him climb onto the couch. Oh god...they were going to fuck literally on top of me...Amber must have her legs spread, and Justin was climbing between them, aiming his still impossibly hard cock at her pussy...I groaned as my cock swelled yet again.

My imagined scenario seemed confirmed when a few seconds later I heard Amber groan softly and I felt Justin's massive weight push me further down. I had to focus on breathing a little with the shirt wrapped around my head and the weight of two bodies on top of me.

"Ohhhh your cock feels so good," Amber moaned. "Fuck me...fuck me hard. Make me come."

Justin grunted and started fucking her in earnest. I could feel each thrust and bounced slightly with the increased pressure.

SMACK

My ass suddenly felt like it was on fire! I cried out reflexively from the pain and shock. Amber and Justin ignored me.

SMACK

Oh god...I had felt Amber move right before the blow. She must have something - a belt? Or a strap of some kind? Amber was striking my ass with something that left an incredible sting.

"Miss! Please!" I begged, but I don't even know if they heard me over the sounds they were making. Plus my face was pushed into the couch.

Justin slowly but inexorably increased his pace, with Amber's very vocal encouragements. She started whipping me in rhythm to Justin's thrusts, which meant they were coming faster and faster. The pain was almost unbearable, but at the same time my cock was raging in it's steel prison, and the ache from that was terrible as well.

"Yes...yes....yes....don't you dare come....keep going..." Amber's voice was a high pitched wail, and her body was thrashing on top of mine. She still seemed to be able to keep whipping me. Justin's grunts were speeding up, and the weight on my back was increasing as he leaned more into each thrust.

Suddenly I felt Amber's body stiffen. At the same time, one of the blows her of strap struck lower than usual and licked around between my legs, landing solidly on my testicles. I screamed, and heard Amber scream at the same time. I started sobbing uncontrollably, but luckily the blows stopped as Amber writhed in her orgasmic throes. I felt Justin slow down and could hear his heavy breathing.

There was an eerie silence after all of the noise and commotion. I felt Amber relax and slump down, and Justin shifted back on the couch. My butt cheeks felt like they were raw and burnt, and my balls were aching so much I wanted to curl up in a ball.

Finally Amber shifted and rolled off of me.

I gasped as she lightly patted me on the butt. It felt like she was holding hot coals to my skin.

"Phew. That was fun. Justin - go to my room. You have more work to do."

Justin made an indignant sound, but I heard him leave the room.

Amber leaned down and whispered in my ear. I shivered as I felt her breath through the thin t shirt.

"Never interfere when I'm getting pleasure. Do you understand?"

I nodded, or at least I hope it looked like a nod.

"Yes Miss," I replied, my voice muffled.

"You're not allowed to be jealous. It's not your place. Your job is to give me money and make my life easier. Is that clear?"

I nodded again.

"I want you to stay here and think about what you did. One second..."

She moved away and a few seconds later I felt a familiar series of taps on my testicles as the chastity cage informed me that a mode had been selected. Oh god....

"Do you recognize that mode, bank?"

"Yes Miss," I mumbled. It was statue mode.

"Very good. So you are going to stay here and think about what you did while I have some more fun with Justin. When we are done I'll release you and you can get ready to go out and pick up Claire. Understood?"

"Yes Miss," I mumbled again. I sighed. I knew it would be torture to kneel here and have to listen to Justin rail Amber for who knows how long, but that's exactly why she was doing this. On top of that, my knees were beginning to ache

"Hm. You didn't thank me for taking the time to correct you. I think that you need a few days with the virtual spikes turned on to make you appreciate all of the times I'm nice to you."

Immediately I felt another series of taps. Fuck...this was the worst one of all, especially considering what I was about to hear....

"Please...please no Miss," I begged, but I already heard footsteps as Amber walked out of the room.

I tried to keep myself as still as possible to avoid triggering the statue mode punishment. After a few minutes I heard Amber groan and curse loudly. It was shortly after that that the virtual spikes started punishing me, and kept punishing me for the next hour.

Claire jumped into my car.

"Oh my god. I can't freaking wait!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. I saw that she had light blue nails. She fastened the seat belt and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm for a fun night out on the town. She was dressed in a short black mini skirt and black crop top that left her stomach exposed. Her long black hair hung down her back and moved in a wave as she fidgeted with excitement. She was clutching a pair of black strappy open toed heels in her lap. Claire followed my gaze down to her feet, and wiggled her toes. She had on simple beach flip flops that looked out of place with the rest of her outfit. I noticed that her toenails were painted robin's egg blue to match her fingernails.

"I'm not putting on these torture devices until I absolutely have to," she laughed, holding up the heels. She looked down coyly at my crotch.

"And are you wearing some date night panties, Chris?"

I winced. After my brutal treatment at Amber's house I had staggered home and taken a cold shower. Anything to avoid getting excited again. My penis and balls were absolutely aching from the shocks I received listening to Amber and Justin fuck as my penis stupidly tried to get hard time after time. And my butt was on fire after getting spanked by Justin and whipped by Amber with what turned out to be one of her belts, doubled over. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

After my shower I had dutifully put on a white lace thong that barely covered my cage. I supposed I would have to get used to wearing things that went up my butt as a great deal of the lingerie Claire picked out for me were thongs.

"Yes Claire," I answered, as I turned on the ignition.