Cuck Playoffs Pt 04

Super Bowl:

By Wednesday, the chastity cage had me in a very strange state of constant arousal. I realized that I hadn't gone more than a day or two without an orgasm since I was 12 years old. I was an addict, going through severe withdrawal symptoms.

Everything turned me on, the cold wind blowing across my arms, the feeling of my ass sitting on an office chair, my undershirt getting bunched up in my armpits. Anything at all could set off the whole-body tingling sensation and get my cock straining against the steel cage.

It was difficult for me to focus on anything that wasn't directly related to pleasing Viv so she would 'release' me in both senses of the word.

In that state of mind, just seeing Mark or Hector at work was enough to set off a chain reaction of physical sensations. So when Mark walked into my office I was immediately thrown into a compromised state of mind.

It was just after lunch and he came in mumbling something about needing to talk to me and shut the door behind him. He walked around the side of my desk and gave me a strange look. "What's up with you wife man? I thought she liked me."

"She does," I said. "Why? What's the matter?"

"I'm going crazy!" he said. "Every time I try to make a date with her, she puts me off. It's so fucking annoying!"

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I don't think she's been with Hector since the weekend," I said.

"What? She hooked up with Hector? When?"

"They stayed at the Hilton last Friday night," I said.

He slumped a bit. "Shit man, I knew I shouldn't have told him about her."

"Well she seems to like him," I said. "I mean, what do you expect? He's hung like a goddamn mule."

Mark frowned at me and grabbed his crotch. "I got some serious cockmeat too," he said. "He might be longer than me, but I'm thicker." He shook his head. "I'm so fuckin' horny right now, and you know what? It's YOUR fault."

"Why is it my fault?" I asked.

"You let me fuck your wife and now I'm addicted," he said. "But she's off with someone else because you can't control her. I figure you owe me something." He still had his hand on his crotch and he began rubbing his cock through his jeans.

"What are you talking about Mark?"

"I'm talking about getting some relief," he said. "And if I can't get it from your wife, at least I know I can get it from you." He started unbuttoning his pants.

"Whoa, whoa, stop," I said. "We're in my office here." He opened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. It was hard as steel. "Hey man, what the fuck? Put that away."

He began stroking obscenely and took a step toward me. His giant cock was only about a foot away from my face. "Come on," he said. "I'm in agony here. Gimme some head man, I won't tell anyone."

I pushed my office chair back a bit. "Mark, come on, I don't do that shit," I said. "I'm straight."

The fluorescent office light was shining off the pre-cum dripping down the cleft of his cockhead. "I'm straight too man!" he hissed. "This is desperation here. Viv has my mind all fuckin' twisted."

There was a knock at the door and Mark quickly shoved his cock back in his pants. "Hold on just a minute!" I called out.

Mark quickly buttoned the top button on his pants and stepped back from behind my desk.

The door opened and Colin came in with some invoices for me to sign. He looked at Mark strangely and Mark nodded to him and left. Colin put the invoices on my desk.

"Did they fuck up another order down there?" he asked.

"Oh no," I said. "He's just helping me out with the Super Bowl pool. Some of the guys in shipping want to buy squares."

When Colin finally left, I had to take a moment to regroup. It had been five long days since I'd had an orgasm and my mind was not working right.

Did I want to suck Mark's cock? Was I that horny? I texted Viv a row of red hearts and she texted back a cat face with hearts for eyes. I felt like I was having a sexual identity crisis.

When I got home from work, I told Viv what had happened. She just laughed. "Why didn't you do it?" she asked.

"I told you, that's not my thing," I said. "I'm not into it. It's just that this torture device has turned my brain to mush. The idea of some form of sexual contact is almost overwhelming."

"So if you hadn't been interrupted, you would've done it?"

"No," I said. "I mean I don't think so..."

"Mark has a really beautiful cock though, doesn't he?"

"I mean... It's big," I said.

"Oh look at the macho man, afraid to admit that another man's cock might be aesthetically pleasing to the eye." She shook her head, smiling. "Come off it. Mark has a beautiful cock. There's no point in denying it." Viv put her arms around me and pulled me in close, pressing her tits against my chest. She gave me her naughtiest look and spoke in low tones. "You wanted to suck it didn't you?"

"No!" I said. "It's just this cage... I'm in a hyper-sexual state. I'm highly suggestible right now."

She laughed and gave me a little kiss. "That's exactly how I want you," she said. "I've been texting with Hector all day and I'm pretty horny myself. I was thinking about giving you a reward for being such a good little cuck. I was going to let you lick my pussy and my ass, but now you're showing some remnants of your old, defiant self. Do you want to give me oral satisfaction?"

"Yes please!" I said. "Viv, I'll lick you for as long as you want."

"Okay," she said, "I'll let you do it if you answer my question honestly. When Mark was standing there, waving his hard cock in your face, you wanted to suck it didn't you?"

My voice was hoarse. "Yeah," I said. "I know it's crazy, but I really did want to do it."

She smiled big and wide. "That's good," she said. "You're a good boy. Come on." She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

She had me strip naked and then laughed at how my cage was pointing forward as my dick tried to fight $200 worth of stainless steel. Viv opened the bottom drawer of our dresser and took out her Hitachi Magic Wand. She plugged the thing in and sat on the edge of the bed holding it. "I never told you about what happened at the Hilton last Friday night, did I?"

"No," I said.

"Stand right here," she commanded. "I'll tell you all about it."

I walked over and she smacked the rounded rubber head of the industrial-strength vibrator into her hand a couple of times.

"After Hector fucked me, I was still pretty horny," she said. "As you know, I can be very multi-orgasmic given the right circumstances, and let me tell you, the circumstances were right. I was feeling red hot and ready to rock. Hector told me to get myself fixed up and meet him down at the bar. He said he'd scope out the scene for me. So he left me and I fixed my hair and makeup and got myself dressed. I was very nervous when I got off the elevator and went into the bar." She switched the Magic Wand on and smiled at me. "I didn't see Hector right away, but then I heard him call me over. He was sitting in a booth with two tall young black men. They were there for the athletic training conference, selling a workout system based on mixed martial arts or something like that. They were both former college track stars, and let me tell you, these gentlemen looked yummy."

Viv looked at me wickedly and touched the rubber head of the vibrator to the tip of my cage.

I shrieked and jumped back.

"What?" she said. "Did that hurt?"

"It felt like I was being electrocuted," I said.

"Well I read about something called a sissygasm," Viv said. "Supposedly, a man can cum even when he's in a cage if he's stimulated correctly. Now come over here. Don't be a baby."

I stepped back up and Viv once again put the vibrator up to my cage. I winced and grimaced, forcing myself to take it for as long as I could, and then grunted and stepped away. "It's too much," I said. "Seriously, it's like sticking my dick in a light socket."

"Hmm," she said. "Yeah this thing is pretty advanced. I know what to do, go get a towel from the bathroom."

When I came back, Viv had taken off her sweatpants and underwear. "Gimme the towel and get up on the bed. Lie on your back."

I did as I was told, and she folded the towel twice and put it on top of my cage. She got on the bed and threw a leg over me, straddling my chest 69-style. Her beautiful pink rosebud asshole was right in front of my face.

I felt her press the vibrator onto my cage, but the towel dampened the vibration. It felt incredible. The vibrations I had been feeling all week when the wind blew or someone brushed my arm on the street mixed with the mechanical vibrations of the Magic Wand to create a supersensation of vibrating molecules.

It felt like my body was disintegrating.

Viv sat back and brought her asshole into contact with my waiting mouth. I began to lick with enthusiasm. "Can you hear me back there?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmmm," I said, answering in the affirmative.

"Good. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I sat between the two well-dressed young black men at the booth and there was a bit of small talk. They told me and Hector about the benefits of their training regimen and I went from feeling the muscles on their arms to feeling the muscles on their legs, to just rubbing their cocks through their pants under the table..."

"Hmmm," I moaned.

"One of them was bold enough to put his arm around me and give me a kiss, and the other one got jealous and pulled me over to him. It was very nice having them fight over me while Hector watched. I told them there was no reason to fight, that there was plenty to go around. The conversation turned to which three-way sexual positions appealed to me. I lied to them and told them I'd never been spit-roasted before and I wanted to try it. That caused an argument about who would be in front and who would be in back. Well Hector stepped in and said that it should be my choice, but I said I couldn't possibly choose right there at the table, I'd have to see them both naked first."

Viv lifted the Magic Wand away from my cage and leaned forward a bit. "How are you doing back there?"

"Ahhh," I said. "Put it back, please."

"If you can have a sissygasm, I'll be very proud of you baby," she said. She pressed the Magic Wand down and sat back. My tongue was sore from lapping at my wife's ass, but I wasn't about to stop.

"Anyway," Viv continued, "Hector told them to go back to their room and strip naked. He told them to leave their door propped open a crack with the little latch arm and that we'd be up in a few minutes. I told them to stand completely naked next to each other with the lights on so I could see what their cocks looked like and decide who I wanted where. After they left, Hector asked me if I really wanted to go through with it. I just laughed at him. He's such a gentleman! I told him that of course I wanted to go through with it--by that time I was so horny from feeling their cocks that he couldn't have stopped me if he'd tried. We had a drink and went up to their room. They had followed our directions to a T."

She climbed off me and turned around on the bed. She left the Hitachi resting on the towel and straddled me as if we were fucking and she wanted to be on top (female superior). In this position, she could grind her pussy on the vibrator while pushing it against my cage at the same time.

She pushed down on my chest and looked me in the eye as she continued. "Hector took your role and sat in the corner to watch. I thought that one was clearly larger than the other, but once I'd dropped to my knees and started sucking them off I realized that I'd had it backwards. The one I thought was smaller grew to be much larger and thicker than his friend. They both had thick heavy tools, I love that term, don't you? 'Tool'--it sounds so useful. Anyway, it wasn't a difficult decision, I told the big boy to fuck me and his friend to fuck my face."

She undulated her hips, pressing her clit against the Hitachi and causing the vibrating sensation I was feeling to crash in waves up through my arms and out my toes.

"I thought of you," she said, "sitting at home like a good hubby, wondering what I was doing. I imagined you jacking off all alone while they fucked me. The big boy was like a machine, mercilessly pounding my creamy pussy. The other one came quickly and I got most of his cum in my tummy but some dribbled down my chin. Luckily, Hector was there to take over that end of the spit-roast, so I was working on two giant cocks at the same time."

She shut her eyes and enjoyed the sensation the Magic Wand was giving her and continued talking. "Something incredible happened," she said. "I've had a few threesomes in my day, so I know it's rare--they both came at the same time. I could feel the big boy at the back start spurting, just as Hector held my head in place and shot his seed down my throat. All of Hector's cum went into my tummy and I got my second creampie of the night. By then, lemme tell you hubby, I was exhausted. I managed to get my clothes on and Hector helped me to the elevator so we could go back to our room."

She must've enjoyed the look on my face because she laughed. "Oh, I almost forgot. There was a couple on the elevator in their 60s, very straight-laced, and I noticed them looking at me funny. Hector noticed too and then when they got off he pointed out that I still had some cum on my chin and neck! I don't know what they must've thought of us!" She turned the vibrator off and lifted the towel. She gasped in wonder. "Look at this! she said.

I sat up and looked down at a very large puddle of cum that I'd created. "Wow," I said.

"Oh honey! I knew you could do it. A real sissygasm! They said in the article that it would be just a tiny bit of cum at first, I guess you must be a freak of nature!" I laughed and she leaned over and gave me a long kiss. "Congratulations," she said.

"Thanks babe," I said.

"Now clean it up," she said. "I think you know how I want you to do it too."

There were no more surprise office-visits from Mark that week. I was somehow both relieved and disappointed at the same time. I was learning that these kinds of very conflicted feelings were part of the joy of being a cuck.

On Saturday, I shuttled Viv to and from the hair salon and spa and had to buy all the food and drink necessary for our epic Super Bowl bash. I was glad for the distractions.

I was physically used to the cage by then--it felt like just another part of my body--but there was no getting used to the mental state it produced. I noticed that I was going far out of my way to avoid any conflict. I would let people cut me off on the road without getting angry. When a guy bumped my grocery cart in the store, I apologized to him even though it was his fault.

The cage was making me more submissive, and I could feel the transformation in every aspect of my day-to-day life.

I also noticed that if I let my mind wander at all, it would take me back to Viv. I was constantly thinking of ways to please her and make her happy. I knew there were two reasons for it: one, she was my wife and I loved her; and two, she had the key to my cock cage.

It took me late into Saturday night, but I finally got all the food prepared and the house ready for the party. On Sunday morning, Viv surprised me by coming into the kitchen wearing a cheerleader outfit emblazoned with our team's logo.

The top showed off quite a bit of cleavage and the key dangling from her silver necklace drew your eye there. She had her hair done in pigtails and wore her bright pink sneakers. "Oh my god, you look incredible," I said, putting a tray of baked wings on the stovetop to cool.

"Thanks sweetie," she said. "You think Hector will like it?"

"Sure," I said. "What's not to like? If that skirt were any shorter they'd have to call it a belt."

"And look what's under it." She said, grinning. She turned around and lifted it to reveal that she was wearing her red thong underneath.

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah," she said, "and look, if I lean over to pick something up, whoever's behind me gets a little peek." She leaned over and indeed, her skirt lifted enough to reveal the underside of her butt-cheeks.

"Holy shit, it'll be more than a peek if the person behind you is sitting down."

"I want all the cocks in the house to be nice and chubby for the game." She gave me a hug. "I got something for you to wear too," she said. She opened the coat closet by the back door and brought out a pink apron on a hanger.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"100%," she said. "It'll tickle me to see you in this and hey, you did do all the cooking. This way you'll get the credit you deserve."

The strap that tied in the back was a red ribbon which added to the garment's feminine nature. Viv put it over my head and told me to turn around. She tied the ribbon in a pretty bow.

"You look precious," she said. The doorbell rang and she frowned. "Someone's always gotta show up early to these things."

She went to answer the door. I wasn't sure I was going to have the nerve to leave the kitchen wearing the apron. My heart raced and my little dick struggled in vain against the Yes Dear.

I took some of the hot sauce from the tray of wings and smeared it on the front of the apron. I figured wearing it wouldn't be so bad if people thought it was functional. What could be more masculine than not caring how something looked as long as it served a utilitarian purpose?

I plated the wings and brought them out into the dining room. Two women from the office had arrived and one of them had brought her younger brother with her. After I put the wings down, I went over to greet them and Viv handed me their coats.

I put them on our bed and when I got back Colin and Sarah had arrived.

"Hey nice apron," Colin said. "You look like June Cleaver."

I laughed. "Hey, it's better than getting sauce all over my clothes," I said.

"It looks real pretty," he said.

"Shut up Colin," Sarah said, "maybe he's just more secure in his manhood than you."

"Thank you Sarah," I said. "Can I get you two something to drink?"

Sarah wanted a mixed drink and Colin wanted a beer. I was at the bar getting them when more people came in and began making a fuss over Viv's outfit. My face must've been red when I came over with the drinks because Sarah said, "Viv sure goes all-out for game day. That's a sexy outfit."

"She ordered it online especially for today," I said, implying I'd been in on the decision. "The skirt was smaller than she thought it would be, but I told her to wear it anyway."

"Well I'm sure all the men in here won't mind." She turned to Colin. "You don't mind, do you?"

Colin wisely just shrugged and took a long sip of his beer.

When I came back from bringing more coats to the bedroom, Viv was talking to a young guy from the shipping department who hadn't been to any of our previous parties--a black guy named Manny who was maybe 25 years old, pretty muscular, and very friendly.

Viv called me over to greet him. "Hey Manny, I'm glad you could make it," I said.

"And look what he brought us hon," Viv said. She held up a bottle of Coronado Tequila, the same brand that Mark had given us for the Wild Card game. I didn't think it was a coincidence.

"Oh wow," I said, "this is good stuff. Thanks."

"Mark told me how much you guys liked it," he said. Viv handed me the bottle and gave Manny a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Come on in and make yourself at home," I said.

I went to the bar and Viv hooked her arm in Manny's and led him into the living room. I noticed that Sarah was watching Viv like a hawk.

I put the tequila with the other liquor and went to the kitchen to stir my Buffalo chicken dip. I heard more people come in and laughter and loud conversations going on in the dining and living rooms.

I poured my chicken dip into a big bowl and was looking for a dish to put warm pita on when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that it was a group text from Hector to me, Mark, and Viv. It read: 'That outfit is giving me some ideas.'