Visiting Sherie & Ric

Like I said: It never happened.

It was just a nightmarish wet-dream. Right? My longtime neighbor buddy didn't really just jack me off in the night at his wife's insistence. Did he? Dang. And take a handful back to her as proof? Sadly, yes he did. Thoughts, please go away, and let me sleep it away.

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I woke up to the smell of bacon. And sun light was beaming in, brightly. I knocked on the adjoining bathroom door; good, empty. Brushed my teeth, showered and shaved. Ah, it's a new day. I even found myself whistling. And stepped back into my assigned room, the frilly little girl's room of their now-adult daughter, with pink canopy bed and matching furniture. Just one thing out of place: Rick, sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Shit! I quickly covered up with the towel.

"What the hell, Rick?"

"Don't be mad, man, but there's one more thing. I didn't want to do this last night, and don't really want to do it now even, but it's you or me, my friend; and it ain't gonna be me. You have to wear this while you're in our house. And as man of the house, Sherie says I'm the one who has to put it on you."

"What on me? What are you talking about, man?"

"This."

And he held it out.

"What the f___? We're leaving."

"Sherie says you're not. Else I'm back to wearing it for the 30 days. And that ain't gonna happen I can assure you. Now don't make our breakfast unpleasant, buddy. Just sit down here beside me. Actually lay down here. Lose the towel. And let's get this cage on you, and Jen will not have to know. Well, as long as you can come up with some excuses as necessary."

Dang. No way out. I can't have Sherie showing Jen the video of Rick hand-fucking me last night, not to mention me calling out Sherie's name. Or Rick getting me off with his sex story about me raping his wife.

I laid back, and let him do it.

He lubricated me (once again), and pushed and pulled one nut through the steel base-ring. The second one was even tougher. Dang, take it easy, man. Those are my jewels you have in your hand there... as he poked my dick down to size-zero to get it through too. Unreal. Absolutely unreal. My buddy pushing and pulling and locking my dick in HIS steel cage... so that he can be free to fuck his wife anytime he wants now.

It's just for today and then one more night and it'll be Sunday and we'll be outta here. I just need to keep this on the down-low til then. I can't let Jen find out. Ok I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

Rick had the last word.

"Ok get dressed and come on down. Quick. Sherie wants us at the table by 8:00:00. She has a full day planned for us all."

Figures. It couldn't be a day of watching football in the man-cave while the women go shopping. No, it'll probably be site-seeing, shopping and carrying their bags through the mall... with Rick and I sheepishly avoiding each other. (I still can't believe I let him jack me off.) And precious little opportunity this afternoon to adjust my aching nuts from time to time.

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"How do you like the bacon and eggs," Sherie asked, with a trailing question on the tip of her tongue."

"Delicious."

"And... how did you sleep last night in your little girl bed? I hope you were careful with everything. Were you? We wouldn't want any little boy accidents on those ruffelley bed covers, would we?" And laughed for my wife's benefit.

"And how did *you* sleep last night, Rick?", my wife asked, to match Sherie stride for stride. "I hope Harold didn't keep you awake... He snores sometimes."

I changed the subject before Rick could answer. And we headed out to a girls day out. Ugh.

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What a day. Any other time, I might at least have had a hardon or two while walking through the lingerie depts and carrying dress boxes. But no can do.

"So Harold, have you been being a good boy these last few years, since what's-her-name?"

Wow, right to the jugular, Sherie.

"Hey, that was a weird time in my life. Things are much better now. Can we not talk about that, please?"

"Oh I think we should", Sherie pushed back. "You're lucky to still have this beautiful wife of yours. I did everything I could to encourage her to leave. Or worse. Ya know, you didn't even ever know how close you came to incurring my wrath after incident #1 -- if I had, maybe there wouldn't haven't been an incident #2."

Sherie couldn't drop it there either. She just had to keep grinding it in...

"You thought you got away clean, that first time, didn't you? But I heard you that summer night with the windows open, and saw you drive away with that hussy that next morning. Do you remember me coming to your door later that day? Of course you do, you horndog. I bet you well remember my outfit, don't you? You thought you hit the jackpot twice in one week, didn't you?"

"No, not at all. Can we talk about something else?"

"My little raggetty jean-shortshorts from college? My tied blouse? Pokie nips showing? I know you remember, you were hard as a little rock. You didn't hide it well, Fuckhead. Good thing for you that I got embarrassed and ran home. Else I'd have lured that little prick of yours into the chastity cage I had in my pocket that day. How would you liked that, Harold? A cage on your little penis? Huh Harold?"

And when Jen snickered, she turned to her...

"That's right, Jen. I tried to intervene to spare you. But I chickened out. Shame on me. I've always regretted that. He'd have never dipped his pecker again, if I had caged him for you. But I didn't. And he ended up dipping it into another pussy as a result, didn't you, Harold?"

I tried again to move on...

"Ok, we've had our open discussion. Can we move on, Sherie?"

Jen wouldn't have it, though. She just had to keep digging...

"Sherie, hey wait, how was you just happened to have a chastity cage that day?"

"Rick, you tell her," Sherie laughed.

And now it was Rick's turn to change the subject...

"It was just a sex toy thing. Enough. Harold's right; let's move on."

"Sex toy, you say, Rick?". Jen wanted to keep pushing his buttons. She knows their history together as young newlyweds: Sherie always complained to her that she had to fight off his frequent advances, often trying to get some 'afternoon-delight' in the most awkward moments or places.

Sherie knew Rick wouldn't answer that, so she goaded him...

"Yeah. You want to tell her, Rick, or shall I?"

I don't understand why Rick doesn't bolt from the room. Or actually, maybe I do. Sherie has apparently taken that previous masturbation situation, and perhaps made him do it in front of her, and again, and again, little by little acquiring more & more photos & videos... and slowly but surely created their current female-led-relationship (FLR). And btw, Jen is always throwing that up to me, how Rick always puts Sherie on a pedestal and is quick to do her bidding. Sometimes when we're all together, Sherie will even jump in and make Rick do what Jen is asking me to go do.

Anyway, continuing this talk can't go anywhere good for me either.

But Sherie was determined to get it out...

"After our honeymoon year of me fighting off his perversions -- you wouldn't believe unless I showed you evidence (sometime) -- and his incessant sexual advances, sometimes with me losing to his strong arms and dick-for-a-brain, I finally kicked him in the nads really hard. He puked. In my mom's bedroom when she was out shopping one day. After that, he & I negotiated a new rule. Anytime he wanted something outside the norm -- ie 'missionary', at bedtime, in our bedroom, on a Saturday night -- he has to pay 'The Penalty'. Or, as we like to call it, 'The Penile-ty'. Wanna tell them about 'The Penile-ty', Rick?"

Jen just had to chime in, too...

"Yes, Rick, please. Do tell. I might like to get Harold on a regular schedule, myself."

Sherie interrupted. "He won't tell you. He's too shy. But I will..."

"It's a hard kick to his naked nuts. And if he can remain standing, and proceed to still do the nasty, which he often can't (LOL), I allow it. But only in private. And nothing unnatural. And... shall I tell them the rest, Rick? After he cums, I make him eat it. Don't I, Ricky?"

"Ok enough, Sherie. Don't we have something yet to accomplish today?", I interrupted.

"Yeah, we do," Sherie offered. "We have to finish telling the rest of Rick's negotiated Penile-ty. I think your wife might benefit from it, don't you, Harold?"

She didn't wait for answer...

"He has to let me lock-down his dick for 30-days. Right, Rick?"

"Yes dear."

"And yesterday before you all arrived, he got hard and couldn't help himself from wanting to role-play a situation, fantasizing about you two walking in on us. When I felt his hardon while groping me, I made him tell me what he was thinking -- else no sex -- he blurted out his idea, full well knowing it would cost him. And even knowing he'd be locked up this weekend."

"Oh c'mon, Sherie, make him show us!"

"Sorry no. Uh, that's not possible right now -- maybe later if he and Harold don't behave today. But wait, there's more to the story: So I reminded him of the Penile-ty, and made him pull him pants off. Boxers, too. And mind you, you kids were nearly to arrive at any time, so he was desperate to get on with it. So I made him back up to the wall. And spread his legs wide, close his eyes and wait. He hates that part, don't you Ricky Naked-nuts? Then he could hear me running toward him, and braced himself... and I got him real good, dead center. He crumpled to the floor. ha ha. No sex for you, Ricky. ha ha. And as if on cue, you all drove up and rang the bell. He had no choice but to run upstairs with his clothes, while I opened the door. Remember? So guess what else?

"What?"

"He still had the second part of the Penile-ty coming, right? So yesterday when we four were out hiking, I locked him up after we raced to the summit -- with him knowing you would be catching up any moment! Remember?" Ha ha ha.

"NOW can we see, Rick?"

"Not yet", Sherie interrupted. "In due time. It probably is time to change the topic now. Harold looks like he'd like that, wouldn't you Harold?"

"Absolutely."

"So Jen, how do YOU control YOUR guy nowadays? You know, since incident #2. I mean, I can't imagine him crossing the line after that. So surely you have, shall we say, a nutbusting penalty? Or how about this: What would you do if you caught him, say, with a man even?"

"A man? OMG! I would simply walk out of his life, and publish a book about his escapades, ruining his career."

"Hmm. Good answer, don't you think so, Harold?"

No comment.

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