Irene and Oscar
Chapter 8
Sweet Surrender
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"Go ahead Oscar, ask him, don't be afraid" Irene said from behind her shaking, nervous husband as the two emerged from the bedroom...
"Ahh, yes, uhh, Vigo, it, it's nice to see you again" Oscar said in response, indeed he was nervous and with every right as he stood in front of the smiling, seated man.
Dressed in his wife's panties and a t-shirt, his two hands clasped together covering his hidden little package, the miniature padlock left attached but unlocked with the sheer, silky feeling underwear holding everything together, and trying as he may... Oscar was tasked with asking Vigo to do the honours.
Having to ask the man to be the one who will lock him away...
"Irene and I, we were in the bedroom, and well... I'm sure you know why but uhh, anyway, she, she wanted me to ask you, or I mean, I... I wanted to ask you... Vigo... Would you uh, would you be so kind? Please, would you lock my c-cage, for, for me?"
Tripping over just about every word while posing his question, Oscar could hardly maintain eye contact with the dark skinned man as he sat there smiling and looking up with his bright white teeth and an untrustworthy gleam in his eye... Vigo appeared to be loving every second of what they were doing...
"Yes Oscar, I would be honoured... But perhaps maybe it should be you, uhh?... You are the one who should be thankful, if not grateful, no?" The man replied as he sat forward, readying himself and saying it was Oscar, he was the one who should be honoured...
Having him lock the cage, not only taking his little dick away, but even worse was the further confirming of their agreement. Oscar's surrender of his rights, his duty as husband and the honour of his wife...
"First however you will need to remove these" he added as Oscar blushed crimson looking down seeing his wife's new lover pointing to the tight satin panties Irene had him pulling back into place before exiting the bedroom...
"It's okay if you like to wear your wife's panties, they suit you... Along with putting you into a cage, it's where you belong Oscar... Now come, do as I say, take them down, and while we're at it why don't we make this official, hmm..? Tell us how you want your wife to be my girlfriend while you remain her caged, a denied cuckold... I'm sure Irene would like to hear you say it as well, yes?"
"Yes, I do" Irene piped up sounding up beat and enthusiastic...
"Tell him Oscar, let us both hear what you have to say... What have you said to me already, hmm? Let Vigo know how willing you are, and also how you will hold no grudge against him either" she added, continuing to push Oscar further down this road as he paused then, looking to each...
"Ahh, yes forgive me... Both of you... Vigo, you are right, I am the one who should be grateful, and, and honoured as well" he said after listening to the pair, gathering his thoughts and looking for the courage he was going to need.
The bravery and courage it would take to embrace this position he found himself in, and in doing so... He let go...
Metaphorically, Oscar emptied himself before the pair, or 'couple' as he was seeing the two, his wife and her new lover...
"Vigo, if I can say, you are taking such good care of Irene, while at the same time she is taking good care of me... I know what we are doing and, and I won't play dumb, or I'll try not to" he said as he continued, moving and lowering his panties to his knees, exposing himself in front of the seated man...
"Would you do me the honour? I'm asking you Vigo, or uhh Sir... Would you please be the one? Please, lock my cage and take my wife... Like you say, I too believe it is right... Now that we are here, we cannot go back... I want you to have her Vigo... I want you to, to pleasure her as I have said before, like I never can... For her sake, we, we must do this... Please, Sir... Close my lock"
Shaking where he stood but with his arms moving behind his back, Oscar surprised them both as he pushed his hips forward, offing himself to Vigo as he spoke, even calling him 'Sir' and agreeing that what they were doing was right...
Only right for Vigo to lock him up and take his wife, it was the only way...
"Mmm, yes, very good Oscar, that was a wonderful speech... Vigo don't you think so? Listen to my husband, he's serious I can tell. He wants you to have me now so go ahead, close the lock and give him what he wants"
Looking to his wife as she spoke but not really hearing her words Oscar found himself lost in a submissive trace... Yet being distracted back to reality his attention came front and centre first feeling then seeing as Vigo without concern, he took up Oscar's entire little package in his large black-fingered hand...
"Uhh" he gasped, more surprised than he would have imagined. The realization of another man touching him there, the feel and coolness of his fingers against his over-heated, trapped little ball sack.
The sensation had him stepping back in a natural reaction of wanting to pull away. Yet staying the course, Oscar knowing and believing there was nothing natural about any of this, he didn't move.
With his breath held as he looked down, all he could do was hang on... Hang on and watch...
Watch and listen as the room fell silent when they all heard it, the faint sound of a "click" as the tiny lock spring snapped shut.
The hardly audible noise echoed throughout the room as a shiver hit Oscar hard... Filled with so much meaning, the sound to him was as deafening as it was earth shattering...