The next day Shane was awakened by what he felt was an extreme case of morning wood. His impressive phallus was filled so full of blood he feared his skin would split. It was not so much painful as it was...intense. Such a very intense pleasure that he knew he could not sate.
And that, he began to understand, would be the issue. It was more psychological than physical. Waking up with a fully turgid member was nothing new. Certainly it was commonplace since he and Katrina had gotten their implants.
However, up til now, even when Katrina had denied him an orgasm, there was hope. She was laying beside him in bed, and there was always the hope she would have mercy upon him and make love to him long enough for him to gain release, to cum inside of her.
But now.
Now his wife was gone for three months on a book tour. She could not help him if she wanted to do so. He needed his throbbing penis to be within her vagina, within proximity of her implanted device.
Now there was no hope of that happening. For the next 90 days or more, he would be incredibly aroused with no possibility of relief. No hope that he could please Katrina enough that she would be patient enough to love him for over an hour.
Shane sighed and got up to take the first of many cold showers.
One thing became a reality for him which was positive. Without anyone else around, with few distractions, he was getting a remarkable amount of writing done. At this rate he would have his next novel completed well before his deadline. After his shower he ate his breakfast at his computer. He had recognized that with all of his time to himself, he would have to be disciplined. He was determined to spend at least eight hours per day writing. And he stuck to it. There were inevitable interruptions...welcome interludes, but since he had control of his time he made up for them.
The most consistent, or regularly scheduled, was when Jenny, their housekeeper, would come in three times a week. Since he and Katrina had begun their female led relationship, he and Jenny had become fast friends. She would clean, make lunch, then they would sit together chatting while they ate. She had become accustomed to his nudity. While she did not mention it, she was torn between her loyalty to her husband Jeff...and the desire to have Shane's huge phallus buried inside of her.
As for Shane, had Katrina suggested it, he would not deny Jenny his recently obtained talents. But he was happy to have someone he could chat with and would never want to complicate her marriage.
So they would talk about the latest drama in the news, the food she prepared for him, and lately about the devices she and her husband were about to have implanted. Jeff was excited about it, but Jenny was apprehensive.
"I do not know if Jeffery really comprehends what he is getting himself into Mr. Shane. He says he has thought about it, but, I mean, look at you." She looked embarassed. "I am sorry. I say too much."
"Not at all, ma'am. Do you mean the three month thing? Or something else? Please don't be embarassed to talk to me. You should know by now it is hard to hurt my feelings."
"The whole thing, really. I cannot imagine not having control of my own body...not being able to orgasm without another person's permission. I mean, if it were reversed and I could only finish if I had Jeffery and only Jeffery inside of me, I could not do it. I am not a highly sexualized person, but when I want it, I WANT it. And yes, the three month thing...I think my Jeffery would lose his mind."
Shane was only three days into his three months of denial during this conversation. They had been sitting at the kitchen center island on bar stools eating a salad Jenny had prepared. Shane was, as usual, nude. His manhood had been flaccid, hanging heavily between his legs. Now, even though there was no sexual tension between them, the subject of sex, and of denial, caused his penis to fill and rise. Soon a dollop of precum leaked from the glans.
"Oh my, Mr. Shane, I am so sorry!"
Shane blushed, but on reflection, chuckled, "It is okay. This happens several times a day now...sometimes I'll be busy and won't even notice. When Kat calls, I can depend on it!"
He jiggled his turgid member playfully and she laughed.
"Actually, I think this is your answer. If Jeffery is like me, and 'gets off' on not being ABLE to get off without permission, he will like being tormented as much as I do."
"But do you not want to...you know?"
"Cum? You bet your ass I do! I really, really, really want to cum. But the entire time I can't, I am on a sexual high."
The days went by quickly for Shane, despite his predicament. The pleasure/pain of his morning wood became more frustrating, and he never knew when an erection would present itself during the day.
When he went out, he had taken to using the trick Katrina had shown him. He would take one of her feminine pads and place it in his underwear to soak up the inevitable stream of precum. Because he had become hyper-sensitive and hyper-aware of the females he saw.
Every flip of the hair, low cut tops, short skirts or shorts, a whiff of perfume, a toothy grin or dozens of other feminine actions would arouse him. Although he was courteous and never leered, women seemed to sense the energy and some took advantage of it, flirting with him to see where it went. A light touch on his hand or arm or a coquettish smile electrified him.
And of course they noticed his impressive bulge even when he managed to remain flaccid. He definitely got some looks when his manhood became turgid.
Although she was busy, Katrina made time to call him at least once a day, in addition to texting each other. Most of the communication was not sexual; her asking his opinion on something related to the tour, him letting her know some detail back home, etc.
But she also made sure to let him know how much she missed him. And of course took pains to tease him. She would tell him about attractive men that hit on her, hinting that he may yet become a cuckold. If she masturbated, she would video call him so he could watch. She sent sexy texts to make sure he was on a sexual high. Which was not really an issue.
The second Thursday Katrina video called him in the evening. She was in her hotel room in a midwestern city and completely nude, laying on the bed.
She flashed her radiant smile, and that was all it took. Shane groaned. She understood why, "Let me see!"
Shane angled the phone downward and Katrina was able to see his cock transition from being soft to exceedingly erect.
"Awww...he misses me! I miss you too, little buddy. Have you been good for me? Have you been taking care of yourself?"
She was talking directly to his penis, which throbbed and bobbed in response.
"Oh, I love you too! Has daddy been giving you plenty of exercise?"
His penis pulsed and expelled some precum.
She addressed Shane, "Well, have you?"
"Umm...no, baby, I haven't, since I can't cum anyway." He was not pouting or complaining, he simply did not see the point.
"What??" She chided him playfully. "My little buddy needs exercise...I want him in shape for me when I get back, baby." She pulled her dildo from under her pillow, "Masturbate with me, handsome. I want to see you edge yourself while I cum!"
She placed her phone where Shane could see her body and watch her efforts, and directed him to do likewise.
As she began playing the head of the phallus across her already moist nether lips, she looked to make sure he was stroking himself. "Thats a good boy. Don't take it slow...I want to see how many times you can edge before I'm done cumming, baby. And I expect you to exercise him everyday for me. I want him all muscled up and crying tears of joy when I get home to him..."
As she slowly slid the dildo in and out of herself, playing with her clit simultaneously, she taunted him lovingly.
"A big cowboy was workin' it really hard trying to get into my pants today, baby. And I think Rachel likes me."
"Ra-rachel the author?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm glad ya'll are getting along."
Katrina moaned quietly as she fully penetrated herself, "No, babe...I mean...ohhh...she REALLY likes me. As in she swings both ways and I think she wants my pussy. Whataya think...wanna watch another girl eat my pussy, baby?"
His own caresses, the sight of the phallus sliding into where he desperately wanted to be, and the thought of a woman tonguing his favorite meal was too much for him. Shane grunted as it sent him over the edge. Or more accurately, sent him to the edge where his relief was halted brusquely. Precum seeped from the head of his cock, but no orgasm. "Ffffffuuuuckk."
Katrina was imagining Rachel's mouth on her clit at the same time Shane was sawing into her with his hot, massive cock. Watching him edge sent HER over the edge, which she COULD go over. "Oh, Shane, fuck! Aaauuugghhyeah...hmmmm.."
She pushed her hips up, fucking the dildo, crying out. When she came down again, "I'll take that as a yes, baby. It'll be nice not having to make myself cum, sweetheart."
She was done for the night, and slid the phallus from her body. Shane began to relax. She wagged a finger at him, "Uh-uh, big boy. I want to watch you try to cum again. Keep going."
The next morning Shane was again awakened by his exceedingly engorged penis. He figured this was the best time to comply with his absent wife's mandatory masturbation mandate, but even after he edged he was still impossibly tumescent.
He had several public tasks to do today. He needed to go to the grocery, the mall, and most importantly to the publisher's for a meeting. It definitely would not do to embarass himself and Katrina by strutting around the publisher's with a huge hard on. He had to think of something.
Then it clicked. He went to the cabinet where Katrina kept their sex toys. He was happy (sort of) to see it was there. His chastity tube lay on the shelf. Most importantly, the lock was in the device with the keys in it. If he could manage to make himself soft, he could lock the device on and prevent an eight-plus inch erection from saying hello to everyone today.
With the help of a cold shower and a frozen bag of peas, he managed to secure his manhood inside the chastity device. It was not on lost him how ironic it was that he was excited to imprison himself.
But it worked. He found himself straining against the cage all day. He also came to realize the "snug hug" which the cage gave his manhood had become oddly...comforting. Was he falling into a version of Stockholm Syndrome? Best of all, nobody spotted a huge erection pointing up at them.
A week later, Katrina happened to video call while he was wearing the cage.
"Let me see my buddy!"
Shane pointed the phone at his midsection. She quickly saw his imprisoned manhood.
"Aw HELL no! What the fuck??"
Shane quickly realized he was in trouble. He flushed and felt the heat rise as he saw the anger in Katrina's eyes.
"Take that fucking thing off my cock! Why the fuck are you wearing that?"
Shane's hands shook as he fumbled with the lock and struggled to pull the cage from his semi-erect penis.
"I...I...it keeps me from getting a hard-on..."
"No shit?! You're cheating!"
