03

This is the second and third chapters of a long, well-developed cuckold story. All characters are above 18, and you can expect the story to introduce cuckold-related themes such as cheating, submission, nudity denial, and perhaps sissification. Each chapter should stand on its own, but characters will be fully developed over many chapters to come.

Chapter 2: The husband

Luca looked down at the chastity cage in his hand. It was a dismal sight. The little cage was made of cold steel and had two parts. There was a base ring that would go around the base of his genitals and a cage tube that would confine his cock. The device stoked his curiosity as his hand brushed over the three locking pins projecting from the base ring. The middle pin that secured the ring to the cage tube had a hole at its tip to receive the shackle of a small padlock.

"I don't wanna wear it, Anne," Luca said. His hands were reluctant to let go of the cage as Anne grabbed it.

"A deal is a deal, darling," Anne replied. The corners of her mouth turned up as she felt the cage. "I've held my end. Now is your turn to make me happy."

"Only a month?" Apprehension was visible on his face as he fidgeted with his hands.

"Yes, just a month. It will be over before you know it," she said as she took his hand and rubbed it gently with her thumb.

Once he was assured, he gave a little nod. Anne took the base ring and gently pushed one of Luca's testicles through it. It was less painful than he'd expected, but it was not a walk in the park either. "One down," she said. "One more to go."

Sweat beaded his skin and trickled down his brown as she passed the second testicle through the ring. He knew then and there that pushing them in was one thing, but pulling them out would be another. He already dreaded the day he would have to force his testicles back through the other way.

"You doing okay?" Anne asked, chewing her bottom lip. She then leaned in and gave a peck on his cheeks. "You are doing very well," she said. "It takes a strong man to keep his promises, and you are not just any strong man--you are my strong man."

Her words made Luca's heart flutter, and a small smile appeared on his face. "Yeah...you are right," he murmured. "It takes someone as strong as me to go through with this," he said with false bravado. He shifted slightly on the bed and took in a deep breath as he braced for the last part--getting the penis through the ring. "Let's get this over with."

Despite his efforts, it was no easy task to get his erection down, not when his wife had to hold his penis in her hand to get the job done. She gave a few more attempts, but the little guy was persistent. "An ice pack it is then," she said.

The freezing chill of ice and the fear of frostbite on his crown jewel soon shrunk Luca's already small cock into a nub. After that, the penis passed through with ease and, before he knew it, Anne had already put the pins in place and locked the padlock. She gave a gentle tug to it before saying, "All done. Good job, my love."

Luca stared at his own reflection on the steel cage, his body warped and twisted. "Am I gonna be able to stay like this for one whole month?" he pondered, drifting back to the moment when he made the deal.

It had been two days, and he had been dying for sex when she had offered her body to him. She had told him that he could enter her as many times as he wanted for a weekend and would fulfil all his sexual fantasies. The catch had been that he had to wear the cage afterwards. "For just a month," she had said.

She insisted that he jerked off too much, and that the lock-up was necessary to control his premature ejaculation. She also promised to reward him with another weekend of unimaginable fun once the month was over.

Before the offer was made, Luca hadn't had sex for almost three months following a quarrel over his shortcomings in bed. So, when his gorgeous wife promised a weekend of relentless sex, he knew he had to seize the opportunity.

The first night of promised pleasure started with a blowjob when he returned home. She was wearing one of those tight dresses that she wore to dates with him before their marriage. The ruched fabric was a delicate shade of sky blue and two thin spaghetti straps on her white shoulders held the dress up. The hemline barely grazed the top of her thighs, and when she kneeled by the entrance to welcome him with the warmth of her mouth, it hiked up so high that her pale green panties came into his view.

"Green is my favourite colour," he told her, one hand dropping the groceries on the floor and the other opening his fly clumsily. Her mouth was warm, and he told her to keep it in for sometime before she started stroking. He knew that once she worked her magic, it would be over within a few minutes.

For almost ten minutes, he kept her on her knees. She complied with his every word, just as she had promised. Her eyes gazed up at him as he stood there, his cock buried in her mouth, his body still, and his mind lost in ecstasy. She tried to suck him every now and then, seemingly eager to end her time on her knees, but he insisted that she not move her mouth. When she ran to the toilet with his seed in her mouth, her knees were already red and bruised, and he had groped her breasts so hard that a thread had come loose from the tight fabric of her dress.

In the bathroom, he pulled up her dress, and she straddled him on the bowl, pressing her body against his. She grinded her hips on his cock slowly and delicately and kissed him with passion that he'd never seen in her before. When he inevitably came early, she did not make a fuss. Instead, she fingered herself in front of him until she cummed, squirting all her juice into the toilet bowl.

That night, she gave him a striptease with his favourite song before letting him play with her velvety nipples and divine pussy. Right before he went to bed, he took her again. This time she was moaning and wriggling on bed as if his cock had grown to ten inches in just a night. She'd never responded to him like that before, and it was the happiest night of his life.

The next day, he woke up with his dick in her mouth. She was still naked. As she stared at him from between his legs, her ass raised in the air, swaying from side to side. "Only if I could wake up every day like this," he whispered.

The best thing about this deal was that she let him do anything he wanted. If he wanted pussy, he got it immediately. He didn't need to beg, convince her or even ask. He just took her whenever the desire came to him.

That afternoon, she was cooking in the kitchen--chopping and dicing vegetables on the kitchen counter. When he noticed her bare ass sticking out from the mini skirt he'd made her wear, a wave of raw hunger surged through him.

He stepped up behind her, his hands sliding over her hips, pulling her skirt down. She gasped, the knife stilling mid-chop, but she didn't resist. With a tangled skirt at her ankles, she continued dicing vegetables and putting them into the pot. "Don't mind me. Continue with your task at hand," he told her.

When he tugged at the skirt, she stepped out of it without stopping the stirring of the pot. He folded the skirt and put it on the dinner table before pulling out a chair and sat there to look at his bottomless wife making lunch for him.

Anne's bare cheeks wobbled with every movement. Her bubble butt hid her alluring pussy, and Luca could only get glimpses of it. It frustrated him until he remembered that he could just ask her to turn around. It was a kind of power he had over her now, and he was determined to use it before it expired.

"Turn around"

Anne complied, spinning on her bare heels and placing the ladle aside. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her palms flat against the cool granite.

"Spread your legs."

Her legs parted to his words, revealing the glistening pink folds of her sex to his hungry gaze. Anne's obedience made his cock twitch, but he was no fool. Why would he take her now and be over in a minute while he could stretch the fun?

"Can I really tell you to do anything?" He held up a finger.

"Anything," she said, smiling. "I'm yours to command."

Luca studied her smile, wondering what it meant. For some time now, she had this way of looking as if she knew a secret joke, one she was the only one privy to. He knew the price he had to pay for the weekend, but her smile--it was something else. It unsettled him. 'Are you sure?' he asked.

"Of course"

Luca shook off his thoughts. "Alright," he said. He had always wanted to put something inside Anne, but during their six years of marriage, she had never allowed him to put in anything--not even a sex toy.

His eyes glanced towards the bag of baby carrots on the counter, grinning. "Put the baby carrots into your...you know where--as many as you can fit," he said, his finger pointing at the bag.

Her eyes twinkled with excitement at his command. She turned and cut open the bag with a knife before putting a handful of them into a bowl. She then faced Luca again, one hand holding the bowl and the other taking the first one that would go into her pussy. "Are you ready?" she asked as she spread her thighs slightly wider, one hand pressing the carrot against her godly slit.

It took every ounce of mental strength for Luca to not pull out his cock there and stroke. The sight was maddening. He then saw the boiling pot on the stove, the foam spilling over the sides and landing on the stove. "Wait...don't you have to take care of the pot?"

Anne looked over her shoulder at the pot with amusement on her face, her hand still between her crotch with the carrot. "No...no...It spills like that sometimes," she said. "Not a big deal."

"Ok...go ahead then."

Anne pushed the first carrot in with ease. The carrot disappeared quickly between her pink folds as a soft moan escaped her lips. She sucked the second carrot first, making it slick with her saliva. It glistened under the kitchen lights before disappearing into her dark and mysterious tunnel like the first one.

By the third one, Luca could no longer hold himself back. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He stroked slowly, making sure that he didn't cum immediately although he knew that it would be very hard with his beautiful wife standing half-naked in front of him.

The fourth and the fifth followed swiftly and by the sixth, she had declared that she was fully stuffed. He gestured to her to come between his legs and service him with her mouth, which she obeyed immediately. When he came, he allowed her to put her skirt back on, but she was to keep the carrots for the rest of the afternoon and the evening that followed.

He took her one final time before going to bed. She lay naked on her back, her hands holding her thighs open as he entered her. It was the best sex he'd ever had in his life, and his body shuddered as he came.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, she remained naked by his side ready to be groped and fondled at his whim. Luca felt unstoppable. His wife was everything a man could dream of--sexy, sensual, and endlessly giving. After a weekend of pure bliss, where she fulfilled his every desire, he was completely satisfied. He felt good--no, he felt like the man. He was her man. Her king.

That weekend had been over when he had woken up. She had been fully dressed and had demanded that he follow through with his end of the bargain although her sweetness and affection had still remained. "The weekend went by too fast," he had thought.

Luca felt his cock straining against the cold metal of the cage. It was the first time he'd ever been locked up like this, and it felt strange to have something foreign between his crotch.

He felt Anne's hand on it; she was as fascinated by the unyielding cage as he was. Her fingers traced over the smooth metal, testing its firmness, its inescapability. "It suits you," she murmured, amusement lacing her voice.

A shiver ran through him--not just from the chill of the steel, but from the realization that this was real. That she was in control now. "What are you gonna do with the keys?"

Anne picked up a set of four small keys attached to a key ring. They looked so small in her hands, and he knew that even bigger keys that opened front doors were often lost. His grandmother had a bag full of them--the keys that opened nothing and the padlocks that had no keys to open them.

Anne unclipped a key from the key ring and said, "Keep one and throw away the rest, of course."

"Are you sure that you'll be able to keep that one safe? It looks pretty tiny."

"I've got a safe place for it, darling," she said with a knowing smile. She leaned in closer to whisper in his ear, "Besides, we can always call the fire department if I lose the key."

Chapter 3: The Cuckoldress

"Everything I've planned is meant to bring you pleasure, my love," Anne assured Luca as she led him to the bedroom. It was the first of April--the day of his release and the day she had promised him an unforgettable weekend of ecstasy.

"I can't wait to find out," Luca replied, his face beamed and his gait jovial, full of excitement. He was blind-folded and naked except for the cage that imprisoned his cock.

As much as Luca, Anne had waited for this day anxiously and had prepared hard. She had made sure that the bed was reinforced with iron frames to prevent it from creaking, and four hitch rings had been installed on the headboard--two for hands and two for legs. Each mounting plate was screwed tightly into the wooden frame with four large screws.

Apparently, it wasn't Luca who did the work--he was never a handyman and lacked the tools for such a grand modification. Anne called in two carpenters from a local furniture store to get them done. She saw the way they leered at her, their minds probably imagining every way she would be used by Luca. "Only if they knew...," she thought.

It hadn't been easy to appease Luca in the past four weeks. He had asked for a release since the very first night, and each day his frustration had only grown. But she made sure that his cage was only removed for cleaning, and she did that only once a week. Each time the cage was cleaned, she always made sure to tie his hands behind his back so that he could not touch his tiny dick while she worked.

While Luca struggled with his frustration, Anne regularly got her frustration pounded out of her body by Michael. She visited his apartment every chance she got, and she even stayed at a motel with him for a weekend. Luca was told that she was having a sleepover with one of the girls, of course.

At home, she wore crop tops and short skirts to torture her husband. Every time she bent over to pick up something, she felt his eyes on her backside. She knew exactly what effect it had on him, the tension building with every move. It pleased her, the way she could command his attention without a word.

She also did not allow Luca to see her naked, meaning that every time she changed her clothes, he had to get out of the room. "It's all for the build-up," she had told him. "Imagine. How excited will you be when the day comes?" His eyes had always gone bright whenever she had said that.

Now, the day had come. The bedroom was dimly lit, scented with candles, and the queen-sized bed in the center was draped in champagne-gold silky sheets. Luca was propped up against the headboard, two plush pillows cushioning him for comfort. His hands were bound to a pair of hitch rings above, while his ankles were hoisted even higher and secured to two outer rings, folding his body until his blindfolded head rested between his legs.

"Wait here, love," she said. "Let me go get the key." Anne left the room, leaving Luca exactly as she had placed him--bound, vulnerable, and waiting.

She stood at the front door, waiting for someone special to arrive. Soon, a car pulled up to her driveway, and Michael stepped out. He was wearing a fitted black shirt that clung to his broad chest and dark jeans that hugged his legs. He looked every bit the man she had been waiting for.

"Have you prepared everything? Is he tied up?"

Anne welcomed him in and gave him a kiss. "Yes..."

When Anne returned to the bedroom, it was Michael who held the key. She walked to a corner and stood silently as she let him take the lead. "He should be the one to break the news to Luca," she thought. "After all, this was all his idea."

He had been the one who had told Anne that he could no longer share her with anyone else--not even her own husband. He had asked her to divorce Luca and move in with him. But she begged and begged him to let her remain with Luca until he came up with new terms and conditions.

"Lock him in a chastity cage until he's desperate, dying, or mad with need," Michael instructed her. It was the most crucial part of his plan, and she followed his instructions to the letter. But she had also pleaded with him to allow Luca a weekend of pleasure as a final gift before everything changed. Luckily for her husband, he had agreed.

In the dim light of the room, Anne's eyes followed Michael as he climbed on the bed. He inched closer towards Luca--silent as a shadow. But her husband thought it was her and started talking.

"Where were you?," Luca said. "You've gone for some time."

Michael didn't say a word as he grabbed Luca's cage. He inspected it, eyeing the gold-colored padlock, which took on a bronze hue in the dim light.

"So... are you unlocking me tonight or just keeping me waiting forever?" Luca said with a smile. He squirmed slightly and giggled when he did not get his answer.

Michael paid no attention to what Luca had to say and was busy fondling. He placed Luca's scrotum in his palm, weighing it. His balls were small--bluish-whitish structures beneath the thin, veiny skin. From the corner, Anne watched as Michael grabbed one of the testicles, his thumb brushing it softly while his other fingers supported it below.

A shrill shriek escaped from Luca, echoing throughout the house as Michael crushed the testicle in his fingers. Horror struck, Anne watched as her husband writhed and jerked against his restraints. The sound took her by surprise. Though she knew Michael was careful not to cause permanent harm, the shrill cry was so intense that it made her instinctively feel her crotch for the balls she didn't have.

Tears rolled down Luca's cheeks while Michael's hand covered his mouth, muffling his cries. "Shhh...shh...don't cry, boy. I won't hurt you again," he said. "Shh...Don't be afraid. No one's gonna hurt you anymore. You are not in any danger."

Michael pulled away his hand when the cries died down, letting Luca speak. A small voice escaped from Luca's lips, the fear palpable in his tone. "Wh...Who are you? Wh...Where is Anne?"

Michael cupped Luca's scrotum again, the gesture making him tremble with fear. "Don't you worry about Anne," Michael said, his fingers gently brushing against the skin of his scrotum. "I'm Michael and I'm your keyholder. That's all you need to know about me for now."

"Key...keyholder?" He fidgeted, his head turning left and right, searching for any trace of the stranger.

"Yes...I have the only key to your chastity cage. It's me who will decide when, where, or why you are allowed release, and I will make sure you wait as long as I see fit."

Luca's face finally found the man. "Did Anne set this up? Are you a professional dom or someone she'd hired on the internet?"

"No." Michael shook his head, seeming indignant at the guess. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you have an important decision to make today."

"D--Decision?... Where is Anne?"

"You already asked me that"

"Sir?" Even blindfolded, Luca appeared confused, his brow furrowing as he searched for a reply. Anne wanted to go to him, to embrace him, console him, and ease his pain--perhaps even kiss him. But she knew that she wouldn't be doing any of those things. She couldn't. She belonged to Michael now, and she had to obey him.