Irene and Oscar
Chapter 9
Back to the beach
Oct 12th, the Spanish National holiday
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Two weeks later...
After surviving his first week spent locked up in his little plastic chastity cage, Oscar had begrudgingly succumbed to his wife Irene's pressure tactic... Promising that if he waited until the end of the coming Spanish National holiday, celebrated from Thursday Oct 12 and throughout the weekend. she would make his extended denial more than worth his while...
The following Saturday...
"Oscar where are you?" Irene began as Oscar answered ringing his phone...
"You know the match starts at 1pm and it's gone 11am already... You don't want to miss the start, do you? Vigo has gone out of his way to let you watch from the bench" She said with an urgency, telling Oscar that if he didn't hurry he would be late for the pregame activities Vigo had invited him to attend, as well as sitting field-side during the inter-Island Darby...
"I'm in the taxi now my love, I won't be much longer, I apologize, I was having a little trouble with the uniform Vigo had sent over for me... It, it seems to be a bit small but I have it on" he replied...
"Very good, and never mind about the uniform, I'm sure you look fine, beside not many will be looking at you, eh? There will be a stadium full of people watching the match instead... Get here as soon as you can... There is a field pass waiting for you allowing you onto the pitch for the warm up"
"Ye-yes, I have thanked him many, many times... You know this Irene and I'll be there in a minute, I can see the stadium from the car, I will not be long... I am quite excited and I will thank Vigo again when I see him"
"Okay good, I'm glad you are here, go to the will-call window, your pass is there and they will let you in... I am in my office, I'll be down at the half" Irene replied, happy now that Oscar would be there in time and on such a special day. The national holiday where the stadium, as she had said, it would be full of holiday makers from mainland along with all of the neighbouring islands.
Irene and Vigo had left early on what for them would be a regular work day leaving Oscar behind as they drove in together once again, sharing the tall, confident Moroccan man's open topped sports car and leaving Oscar behind, he was Instructed to wear the home team uniform sent ahead for him... However as he was dressing, this was where he discovered there was a problem...
The two piece uniform in the Las Palmas FC colours, of white shorts and dark blue shirt embossed with the 'Hyper-Dino' logo, the huge supermarket chain as their sponsor, the outfit looked amazing as it lay unfolded on the bed.
But when putting the kit on, he discovered the stunning uniform with his name and the number 22 printed on the back, Oscar was dismayed because the outfit, it felt like it was at least one or maybe even two sizes too small...
"Oh no!" He gasped looking to the mirror... "I... I can't wear these, you can see my cage!" He added with an alarmed tone, complaining after struggling so hard to pull the tiny white shorts up and over his already, thin, boyish hips...
Worried now as he struggled further, tugging here and there, trying to conceal the lumpy look of his chastity cage, yet no matter what he tried the odd shape was still there and quite visible.
Feeling desperate, afraid of what all of the fellas on the squad would think of him showing up looking more like a cheerleader than a player, he couldn't imagine the humiliation he would feel.
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Being nearly two weeks into this, it was no secret that Irene and Vigo were presenting themselves as a 'couple' both in work and at home, which also included social settings like when the three had dined out recently and it had been made clear by their actions, touching, holding hands as they walked ahead.
But mostly it was Vigo, being bold and doing things like pulling Irene close with an arm around her waist and how he would kiss her at will, regardless of who was looking, and by doing this it was made clear that Oscar had becoming the third wheel...
Left tagging along behind the pair he looked more like Vigo's dateless wing-man, rather than Irene's loving husband...
But now, and knowing he would have to face the entire team made up of Alpha males like his wife's new lover, but only younger? Being dressed as he was in this extra tight feeling uniform with the shorts leaving his hairless legs on display, Oscar felt quite exposed and unsure of himself.
Not even the tall knee sock could hide the fact that he had either waxed or shaved off all of his body hair, and feeling aware of himself he was sure someone on the team would notice.
With the lumpy, un-natural look of his cage showing, Oscar had to think fast, believing he'd need some sort of cover he found a nylon rain-jacket in the hall closet that would do for the time being.
Long enough and with the team logo printed on the left chest and back, it looked to be a part of his ensemble.
Relived some but also feeling sexually aroused in an awkward way, being dressed as he was, the thought of being found out or exposed, it did have a rather odd, frightening appeal. One he couldn't quite understand, but as well, it was something he couldn't readily deny...
Being Irene's chastised, somewhat feminized, submissive, cuckold... It did things to him that often had him feeling confused in a heated, prickly, itchy, uncomfortable way... With a sickly feeling in his stomach, and his little dick feeling cramped, held back within the confines of his cage, he both loved and hated how he felt.
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Arriving at the stadium and leaving his taxi, Oscar was able to disappear amongst the throngs of people also there for the match. Making his way he found the will-call window where much to his relief, there and waiting was his all access laminate pass with a bar code as well as his picture.
Smiling as he slipped the lanyard over his head and then looked again at his photo, one he recognized from Fakebook, Oscar was both surprised but happy as well. He felt special as the girl at the window opened a singe side door to let him in forgoing the turn styles, and the crowds.
It gave him a sense of importance and like he was somebody... It was a feeling he had been missing as of late...
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