This story involves orgasm denial, humiliation, and sort of a cuckold slant.
None of the characters in this story are likeable. Really.
So if this is not your thing, save your time and keep scrolling.
Dave got home Friday afternoon before Laura, but then he usually did. He was excited, so much so that he'd had an erection for the last hour at work and on the drive home. Nobody noticed.
Since it was Friday he knew Laura would want to have sex when they went to bed. He hoped against hope that she would let him get off too. It had been three weeks since she had fenagled him into going down on her for the first time. She loved it so much she had demanded it several times since, even having him service her while she sat watching television.
But she'd had no desire for his four inch cock, and had refused all of his attempts at intercourse.
"It is not time yet, David. You owe me for holding out on me."
Dave had controlled himself as best he could. In the three weeks he had only cum once...he had been doing their laundry and couldn't stop himself from rubbing one out into Laura's lacy panties. That had been a week ago.
He noticed a package on the front porch, the address label read it was for Laura so he placed it on the entry way table for her. Then he settled in with a beer in front of the TV.
She arrived home about an hour later. When she saw the package, her eyes lit up. She cut the tape and opened it right at the doorway.
Entering the living room she trucked no ceremony, "Stand up and drop your pants."
Dave quickly complied. Could he hope for a blow job? She gave great blow jobs! His clean shaven genitals jutted up expectantly. He had read shaving would make your cock look bigger.
"Holy shit. Really? Go get some ice and get it soft, damnit."
His hopes dashed, Dave complied reluctantly. Now he just wondered what was up, since it obviously wasn't going to be him.
When he stood back before her, flaccid, she said that was better. She took from the box a very well made, incredibly small stainless steel chastity cage.
"Oh, no! Please, Laura, no!" He was tearing up.
"Hands behind your head. I saw that you jacked off into my panties...they're ruined now, I had to throw them out. And I KNOW your history Davey. You don't get your way and you're going to talk some naive young thing at work into letting you put your widdle weenie into her twat." She glared at him. "So its this or get out....Well?"
He slowly nodded.
She fastened the ring behind his testicles, then placed the cage over his penis and fastened it to the ring. She removed from the box a broad metal strap which fit around his waist then attached to the cage to ensure he could not wriggle out of it. She turned the key in the smooth built-in lock with a click.
She stared at it with a mixture of excitement and disgust. She had ordered the very smallest model she could, knowing he was barely noticeable flaccid. The cage did not bother to pretend. it was not penis shaped. It was merely a bump over his cock with a slit for him to pee. The interior was designed to hold him in place for this one permitted function of his penis.
"Holy fucking shit, babe. I think my clit is bigger than your widdle willie. You can look now."
Dave looked down and gasped. He noticed the strap was shaped like panties, and had intricate scrollwork which looked like lace. Laura stood and kissed him deeply while twisting his nipples painfully. She felt the embarassed tears streaming down his face touching her face.
"Ungh....UNGHHH!"
She broke the kiss and looked down. She had wanted to see what effect an erection would have on his cage.
It had none. He bent at the knees and continued to keen as his cock attempted to harden. The cage fit very tightly, had no bars...it was solid except for the pee slit. Despite his discomfort and whining, the cage did not move. Just a bump over his crotch.
"Oh, wow. This is so fucking hot." She reached under her sundress and pulled her panties off. Pointing towards her crotch, "On your knees. Gaawd I need to cum...make me cum Davey..."
Right in front of the open plate glass window, he did as he was told. Now Laura literally held the key to whether he would cum again.
She spread her legs, draped her dress over him and pressed her soaked pussy onto his face, her juices mingling with his tears. She held his head in place.
Dave grasped her beautiful buttocks with both hands for support as he drove his tongue into her delicious cleft.
"Don't tease me! I NEED to cum!"
Dave lashed her distended clit with his tongue repeatedly, savoring her. Almost instantly she grasped his head tightly and began fucking his face forcefully, taking her orgasms with a will. "Fuck yes!"
Dave was awash in conflicted emotions. His cock was trying desperately to become erect, but she had ensured that could not happen. He had been almost frantic to cum before she got home, now she had made certain he could not; and he intuited her intent to deny him for some time. Added to that was the abject humiliation that she was frantically using him to take orgasms she denied him.
And he was loving every bit of it, focused on her delicious sex. What the fuck was wrong with him?
She used his mouth and tongue that night in bed, the next morning and many more times throughout the weekend. Having found that she could depend on orgasms each and every time, she was now insatiable.
Sunday night arrived. They would both be going to work in the morning, and sex was usually suspended during the week.
After bringing her to two orgasms with his talented tongue, Laura pushed him away. He looked at her imploringly, silently begging for relief.
She kissed him goodnight and rolled over to go to sleep. He spooned with her, his cock throbbing pointlessly against his cage.
Monday morning as they got ready for work, Laura pulled Dave close. "You know I DO love you, right?"
"I wouldn't know why. I am useless."
"Oh, babe. Your widdle willie is useless, yes. But you make me cum more and better than anyone ever has. And you treat me so good. So...no, I don't have much use for your tiny dick...but I really love you."
During the week, Laura used Dave to bring her to gentle orgasms each night and each morning. But his chastity device remained locked.
The next Friday, Dave arrived home before Laura, as usual. This time he found a delivery person waiting for him, asking that he sign for a package with an insured delivery. Seeing the recipient was Laura and the sender was Becky, he hesitated. But he finally signed for it. Not doing so seemed like a trap.
Laura arrived home an hour later and was just as surprised as Dave at the package. When she opened it, she read the included note aloud.
Laura,
As a fellow member of the "Tiny Dick Dave" victim's club, I felt sorry for you. So I had a strap-on dildo made from a mold of my beautiful James' massive cock for you.
This is no normal dildo. It was created from an advanced synthetic material which makes it very realistic. It should actually feel like my James. It has a small battery which functions as a heat source to make it feel real.
This thing cost at least $10,000! But don't worry...it was paid for with cash I took from little Davey in the divorce.
Be sure that Davey takes good care of your James. James has enough space for Davey's clit to fit within it and not feel anything while he fucks you with it. But James needs proper cleaning and lubrication.
I enclosed a photo of my James while erect, so you can see for yourself how accurately your James was made.
I would love to hear what you think after you try him out. If it makes little Davey cry, I would love to know that too. Enjoy!
Yours in sisterhood,
Becky
Laura removed an ornate wooden case from the box. It was very well made, heavy, with solid brass hinges on one side and a clasp on the other. It was at least a foot long. In a very masculine font, "JAMES" was engraved on the lid.
She opened it so that she could see inside, but Dave could not. She felt herself flush, a heat coursing through her body.
The inside of the box was covered with a quality red cloth lining. It was molded to fit the item within. A photo lay on the object.
She picked up the photo and compared it to the thick, long dildo. It was accurate. Its large, spongy head matched the one in the photo. So did the large veins which laced across its surface. It was at least eight, maybe nine inches long.
"Oh my word, it is SO beautiful."
