Secrets Ch 38

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As I got in position, I felt very strangely conscious of the fact that I was about to taste another woman's pussy. In the moment, I was more aware of that than I was thinking about what was about to happen behind me. That truth, and Matt's presence, were not something that I could ignore though. The two truths were merging together into one predicament, as Sydney's hand returned to my field of view after handing Matt a tube of lubricant and she began to caress her pussy just inches away from me.

It seemed like his hands were nervous, even tentative, as he tugged down my pants. He didn't comment on finding me wearing panties beneath them -- I wondered if he imagined that Sydney had prepared me this way. That silence didn't last, however, once he pulled the panties down and saw the cage.

"What's that?" he asked, as I tried to imagine how the cage would look from his current perspective.

"That's just a little device to keep your friend David out of trouble," Sydney laughed. "I'm sure it won't get in your way."

"Oh, uhm, okay," he stammered.

I didn't feel the lube until I felt Matt, as he apparently chose to apply the gel to his own erection. Even as I experienced it, the sensation of his drug-stiffened cock prodding at the entrance to my ass and then pushing tentatively inside, it seemed impossible to believe it was all real. Above me, Sydney curled her fingers into my hair and pulled my lips to her pussy. She was wet already, and her arousal filled my senses. I extended my tongue, lapping at her and then curling inside her, feeling the slick, velvet taste of her.

Matt seemed to be getting used to what was happening, as I could feel him starting to push deeper into me, and with greater enthusiasm. Sydney was urging him on, telling him how much she loved to see him fuck me. She moaned about how wet it was making her, and I got firsthand knowledge of how true that was. My lips and chin were soaked with her juices.

I was sure he was just looking at her, seeing the arousal on her face as her breasts jiggled and bounced. Maybe he was able to convince himself somehow that he wasn't fucking a man at all. Perhaps he was plunging into my ass imagining that it was a pussy instead. After all, he'd pulled aside a pair of panties to gain access to me. That reminded me of him knowing that I was caged, and a flesh surge of shame and humiliation washed over me. I was just a toy between them. My mouth was being used by Sydney and my ass by Matt, but their attention was on each other. The motion made my caged cock throb and made my trapped, full balls bounce and ache.

Every thrust of his pushed my face into her, and my face was soaked. My tongue pushed deep into her, and I made it dance and sway inside, wanting so desperately to please her. Her juices flowed, and I noticed all the little ways in which she tasted and felt different than my wife. Somewhere behind me -- behind Matt too -- was Tyler, watching. I wondered if it turned him on to see this scene playing out before him. Sydney was orchestrating it all, and Matt's cock in my ass was as much for her arousal as my tongue was.

There were so many eyes on me, it felt. Sydney, gleefully using me. Matt, living out something close to his fantasy of being with this sexy waitress, but in reality the only extramarital sex he was having had been with me. Tyler, watching, maybe jerking off, knowing all too well how my mouth felt.

As much as I was working to pleasure Sydney with my oral service, I was also squeezing my ass tight around Matt's thrusting cock. I was humiliated, wondering just how he would look at me after this night, but at the same time I'd been trained and conditioned to want and even need to pleasure the men that used me. I wanted to be a good, tight fuck. I wriggled and bore down, feeling him react to my grip by thrusting forward even more roughly.

The two of them fed each other, looking at each other over me, as they both made use of my body. My senses were filled and my mind was dulled with lust and ache. I felt Matt's rhythm change and then it happened. He came inside me, pushing in deep and hard, pumping his cum into me. Sydney, perhaps in reaction to the scene, gave herself over to her orgasm as well. Above me there were moans and thrusts and gasps. I sputtered as Sydney soaked my face and I trembled as I felt Matt thrust urgently until he was spent.

In the immediate afterglow, with Matt still inside me, I heard Tyler's voice.

"You did a great job, buddy. Now ease back slowly" he said.

Matt, not surprisingly, jumped. He pulled back quickly and cried out.

"What the fuck? Who are you?" he gasped.

"Don't worry, man. I'm Tyler. I'm Sydney's man, but you're all good. She wanted to put on this show for you and for me too."

I couldn't see much of anything from where I was, but I could sense Matt's surprise and panic.

"What the hell.... Seriously... Were you watching us?" Matt stammered.

"Yes I was," Tyler answered. "You did great."

"Hey man, I didn't know anything about this. I didn't know she was with you. I wouldn't have..."

"Wouldn't have what?" Tyler asked. "All you've done is fuck your friend while Syd watched, after you let him blow you. Other than getting a good look at her while she got eaten out, you haven't done anything with her."

"I'm not gay," Matt replied, his voice drifting off a bit at the end.

"I know. Don't worry about that," Tyler answered. "You were just using his body as a toy while you thought about Sydney. It's perfectly okay. Besides that, look at him. He's hardly a man, is he?"

"What do you mean?" Matt asked.

Matt must have taken a few more steps back, since there was room for Tyler to approach and get himself right behind me. I moaned as I recognized the sensations of him pushing a plug into my used ass.

"Well, look at him," Tyler said. "I'm sure you noticed the panties he's wearing. Add to that he has his so-called manhood all locked up in a tiny little cage, so that he can't even get hard. All he can do is leak like a woman. In his time here with us and with you, he's sucked cock and gotten eagerly fucked by another man. That doesn't sound like a real man, does it?"

"He's right," Sydney finally added. "You came here wanting me, but he came here so that we could have that threesome we talked about at the restaurant. David is more interested in cocks and cum than anything else. Isn't that right, honey?"

I realized she was looking down at me, waiting for me to speak.

"Yes, it's true," I answered, my face feeling red and warm.

Tyler gave the plug a few taps, teasing me and making sure it was fully inserted in my cumm-filled ass, then tugged my panties back up over it.

"You can sit on the edge of the bed now," he said.

I got turned around, out from between Sydney's thighs, and sat up. I wriggled my way over to the edge of the bed and sat there, having to face them all again.

"Did you like getting fucked while you tasted me cumming?" Sydney asked.

"Yes, I did," I confessed.

"I want you to look your friend in the eye and thank him," she said, softly but firmly.

"Thanks.... Thank you for fucking me," I managed to say, forcing myself to list my eyes to him and see his confused expression. "And for letting me suck you as well."

"Uhm, you're welcome, I guess," he answered. "I guess I can't pretend I didn't like it."

"I guess not," giggled Sydney, "since you've cum inside him twice."

"Can I ask about that cage?" Matt asked.

"What do you want to know," answered Sydney before I could speak.

"I don't know. I've never really heard of something like that for men."

"Stand up, David," Tyler said. "Pull down the front of your panties so Matt can see your cage."

I obeyed, as obedience felt like my natural instinct now. I stood up and tugged the front of my panties down, tucking them under my balls.

"As you can see," Tyler said, "the device is secured with the ring around his cock and balls, then the sleeve locks onto that, so that he can't remove it without the key. He can't get hard with it on, and any attempt at erection is met with the merciless grip of cold steel."

"Does it hurt?" he asked, and this time they waited for me to answer.

"It aches when I try to get hard, but I'm getting used to it."

"Used to the pain?"

"It's more like my body has gotten used to knowing it is futile," I had to humiliatingly explain to yet another person, "so I don't get hard as much."

"So you can't cum at all with that thing on?" Matt asked in apparent shock.

"No, not exactly," I answered.

"Oh, explain that!" chimed in Sydney excitedly.

"If my prostate is stimulated, sometimes that's enough for me to cum, even while I'm caged," I confessed.

"Is having your prostate stimulated just a fancy way of saying that you like getting fucked in the ass?" Tyler asked.

It was so embarrassing for the issue of my enforced chastity to have all of their attention like this.

"Well, not quite. It doesn't always happen," I answered meekly. "I think it can depend on buildup, or the specific kind of pressure. I'm not sure."

"I want to see it happen!" Sydney said.

"I think I can help make that happen for you," replied Tyler, then he turned to me, saying simply. "Come with me."

I rose nervously and followed him into the washroom. Once we were alone, he instructed me to remove the plug, to clean up, and return to the bedroom wearing nothing but my panties.

"There's another word for you cumming like that, isn't there?" he asked me, smiling.

"Yes," I replied, blushing. "It's called a sissygasm."

"I thought so," he laughed. "We're about to make you have one."

Once I was cleaned up and stripped down, I took a deep breath and left the washroom, returning to the three of them. I felt terrified and exposed. Sydney and Tyler knew full well the power they could express over me, and all of it was showing this friend of mine the depths of my depravity.

Tyler was still standing, waiting for me. There were a pair of french doors between their living area and dining room, and they were wide open. Tyler called me to him, and I was guided to stand in that open doorway. He expertly closed leather cuffs around my wrists, buckled them tight, and then lifted my arms up so that the cuffs could be secured to steel rings mounted in the upper corners of the wood door frame. Before I knew it, I was standing there helpless, my arms pulled up and out to my sides, having to face both Sydney and Matt as they gazed at me with looks of curious amusement on their faces.

Tyler was still moving. Perhaps having me come out wearing only the panties over my cage was just to humiliate me, since his next step was to tug them down my legs and off me. Once those were gone, and the cage was all that remained on me, he buckled leather cuffs around my ankles as well and tugged my legs out wide, using lengths of chain to secure them to more steel rings near the bottom of the door frame.

I watched helplessly as he moved away and then returned with a strange-looking device. The base of it was a black metal box with an electric cord dragging along with it. A vertical stainless steel post came out the top of the box with some kind of mount at the top. That mount, I soon learned, accepted the base of a gleaming red dildo. Once the toy phallus was mounted to it, jutting upwards, Tyler pulled the box so that it was beneath me, right in the doorway between my spread legs. He fiddled and adjusted it, raising up the height of the post until I felt the tip of the dildo tease my ass and then press just barely inside me. I moaned in response to its penetration.

"Now, you'll see when I turn on this toy," Tyler said, addressing the others and not me, "that the dildo attached to our little fucking machine will start to pump up and down, inside the ass of our little caged volunteer."

"Will that be enough to make him cum?" Matt asked.

"It might," Tyler answered, "once it gets pumping deep inside him, ramming inside his ass and against his prostate, and while he has to stand there and feel it happening while we watch."

As soon as he finished speaking, he knelt down and pushed some button that started the machine up and, true to his description, the arm pushed the dildo up and inside me, stretching me to accept it. It moved steadily and methodically, up and down, not stopping, mercilessly and unfeeling. I could feel my body reacting, making me tingle and ache. As little as I was able to move, thanks to the cuffs, I couldn't do anything to avoid it or lessen how deep it thrust itself into me. I couldn't see, but I could feel that I was already starting to leak. Without the panties, I knew that the precum would soon be dripping visibly from the tip of my cage.

Taylor stepped away from me, joining the others from their more distant vantage point to watch. I felt their eyes on me as I squirmed, feeling the heat of their gaze and the constant pressure from the dildo. It became aware that Tyler still held some wireless remote control, as I saw him press some buttons and then I felt the speed of the fucking machine increase immediately. That elicited yet another moan, and I squirmed again, feeling trapped. The machine would never tire nor soften. It would just keep fucking me, as fast and deep and for as long as my captors would choose.

It was hard for me to focus and I was subjected to the constant sensation of use, but the others just watched. They paid me most of their attention, but there was also some getting drinks and their own idle conversation. It sank in that I was just a show that they could choose to watch or not. Tyler kept increasing the speed, which amused Sydney and interested Matt. I could feel the pressure inside me building, but something kept me from being able to cross that finish line.

"It seems like he's having some trouble getting there," Sydney said, looking intently at my facial expressions.

"I thought that might be the case, babe. Do you want to help?" Tyler said.

"I really do," she giggled.

"Then why don't you go get your magic wand from your bedside table," he said.

She hopped up and ran to her bedroom, returning almost instantly holding a large white Hitachi vibrator, wireless, with a big rounded head.

"I've got it," she laughed.

"Then why don't you go ahead and turn it on. Press it right up against those full-looking balls of his, or right against the cage," Tyler instructed.

They were all watching intently now. Matt and Tyler stood to move closer as she brought the vibe up to me. I could hear it even before I felt it. It buzzed and hummed and I felt my body tense. The feeling of it, when she pressed the firm round head against my throbbing balls was like an electric shock. I felt my arms and legs pull against the restraints and I moaned and gasped out loud.

She kept the vibe moving, up to the underside of the cage, where I strained and leaked inside. I think I started to mumble something like words, but I couldn't understand them. I realized that for some reason I was now trying to hold back. I could feel my body tense from head to toe, spread wide and mechanically fucked, resisting the inevitable, as though I was afraid of it.

When I lost the struggle and felt it hitting me, I could see stars. There was something about being bound while it happened that made it hit me in an even more overwhelming fashion that any orgasm like this had before. I was aware of my orgasm, and the weak but steady gush of my cum from out of my trapped cock, dripping from me. The peak, the high of it all just kept going, as neither the pistoning fuck machine nor the vibe in Sydney's hands stopped their assault on my senses.

The pleasure throbbed, but as the stimulation kept going, it started to change. I was so sensitive that it was becoming painful. I couldn't escape the pumping dildo at all, and I didn't have much more success trying to squirm away from the vibe. I could hear them laughing as the sounds of my moans changed too, into gasps and cries. Perhaps my whimpering finally became pathetic enough to earn me some mercy, but for whatever reason, Sydney finally shut off the vibe and stepped away, and Tyler slowed down the machine. It wasn't removed from me, nor was it even completely stopped, but it was dialed back to a very slow motion, up and down and up and down, still impaling me over and over as I hung from my restraints, spent and exhausted.

I heard their laughter and I saw them looking at me, even taking photos. I remembered anew that Jane had sent her instructions for me not to return home until morning, and that they knew it. It seemed that I was to be theirs all night long.

For the moment, however, it seemed that they didn't desire anything from me but my torment. Sydney, turned on by having watched me helplessly spurt, gave her immediate attention to Tyler. They started kissing and pawing at each other, pulling off each other's clothes and tossing them aside, letting or making me watch until they finally seemed to decide they needed to make use of their bed.

That left me alone with Matt, who had been watching the two of them make out as I had. His attention had increased as what little clothing Sydney had been wearing had been discarded, but now that they had retreated, he started to look around the room awkwardly. He rose to his feet, and my eyes followed him as he approached me.

"That was intense," he said in a half whisper.

"Yes, it was," I admitted.

"I've got to go," he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Are you okay here?"

It seemed like such a ridiculous question to ask of your friend who was stripped and tied up in someone else's house, but there wasn't really much I could ask for him to do to change my situation.

"Yes, I'll be okay." I answered, letting him off the hook.

"Okay, sure... great," he muttered. "Uhm, thanks for calling me over. I'll... I'll talk to you soon, I guess."

"Yes, sure. See you soon," I said.

As I watched him slip away, it sank in that he'd come over anticipating sex with Sydney, but I had been the only one to suck him and get fucked by him. I'm sure he had realized that as well, which made me wonder just what our next phone call might be like. He closed the door softly behind him, leaving me alone with the sounds of sex coming from the other room and the constant mechanical humming of the machine continuing it's not-stop fucking of my ass.

Interlude

Jane moaned softly as their kiss lingered and intensified. She had been nervous before but now, even though it was still a bit strange if she focussed on it, she loved the feel of Jenn's hands on her body, and her own hands on Jenn's. She was beautiful, sensual and soft.

It wasn't softness, however, that either of them was thinking about in that bed, as their embrace grew more passionate and Jane felt her best friend rolling her onto her back. The strap-on dildo, secured in its harness, jutted upwards obscenely. Jenn was moving with intention and there was a wicked gleam in her eyes. She got up on her knees and lifted her leg so that she could straddle Jane's hips. She stroked the toy cock as though it were real, then began to rub its molded head between the glistening lips of her hungry pussy.

"You want more?" Jane laughed.

"You're damned right I do," Jenn purred in response.

Jane lifted her hands to rest on Jenn's thighs and she watched with delight as her lover shifted and adjust her position so that she could slowly lower herself down, onto the dildo. She took it deep inside her, gripping it tight to make the most of the sensations, helping to press the base of it against Jane's throbbing, still-sensitive clit.

They began a slow, wordless dance with each other. Their hips rolled and rocked. Jane became entranced by the natural beauty of the way Jenn's breasts swayed and bounced above her. She reached up, letting her fingertips graze their stiffened nipples before she once again lay back to watch it and feel it. Her pussy was wet too, thrilled with arousal, watching this goddess of a woman grind above her.