"Crawl toward me, white boy!" Shango demanded.
"Yes, Master," Tom answered.
He dropped to his knees and did what his Master wanted. Tom moved on his hands and knees, covering half the length of the room. They were in the master bedroom of his home situated in the Garki district, just the three of them. Daniela lay on the bed naked, moaning exotically as she played with herself while he crawled submissively toward her lover. Her lover. The one person she deigned to submit herself to, body and soul.
All three of them were naked. Shango looked just as menacing as he leaned against his foot that was planted on the bed, looking like a god while Tom crouched before him. Tom kissed his feet before kneeling upright to face him; Shango's schlong stood a foot from his face. Tom shared almost the same bulk as Shango, but what he lacked was the aura of masculinity Shango wielded like a cloak around himself.
Tom recognised Shango's will power and sexual prowess. It was enough to make him quiver like jelly whenever he was in his presence. Plenty of times he had born witness to the aggressive manner Shango applied when handling Daniela in bed. It was enough to make him envious and humbled by the sight.
Tom was in his late-fifties. Daniela was his second wife. Prior to them getting married, he had concluded right away that her sexual appetite was way too much for him to match. Fortunately he had been less than a month from accepting his work posting here in Nigeria. Upon their settling in Abuja, Shango had stormed into their world and since then nothing had ever been the same again. He knew Shango fucked and dominated other foreign wives around, and was even astonished at whatever amount of stamina he had to satisfy those other women... including Daniela.
Shango had coerced them within two weeks of their presence here. Tom had willingly accepted his submissive nature and somehow felt just as relieved by it, like a giant load had been lifted off his chest. He so much preferred watching Daniela get the best sex, especially with Shango, or anyone else he appointed to come and fuck her."You upset me today, white boy," Shango said to him. "How come you never before mentioned to me about your friend tonight and his wife? You let me find out through someone else."
"I'm sorry, Master," Tom answered. "I only found out a day before she arrived. Claude never mentioned it to me before."
Shango looked at Daniela. "What do you think, babe?"
"He's telling the truth, darling," Daniela cooed, still rubbing her pussy. "But still, he's been disobedient. I want you to punish him for it."
"I agree with you." Shango said before returning to Tom. "How long have you been out of your chastity cage, boy?"
Tom thought for a moment before answering. "More than a week now, sir."
Shango turned to Daniela who was already reaching into a bedside bureau from which she took out a penis chastity device. She scurried toward the bed's edge and gave it to Shango. Shango took it from her and passed it to Tom.
"Put it on, cuck boy," he demanded. "And you're going to go to bed with it tonight. Wear it to work tomorrow and the next."
Tom wanted to mouth off a protest, but the thought of doing that quickly slipped off his mind, knowing it won't do him any good. He accepted the device from Shango who then stood back and watched him slip his penis into the contraption and then turned the lock. Daniela came off the bed to check the chastity lock to make sure it was snugly fit on him. It had been Shango's idea after his first copulation with Daniela here in their home that Tom should purchase a chastity device to keep him submissively humble in spirit and person.
"How does it fit, cuck boy?" Shango asked.
"It fits just fine, Master," Tom replied. "Will you allow me to suck your cock tonight?"
