This story has forced sex, both straight and gay. It has cuckold, mind control, slavery, etc. Move on to the next story if these tags are not for you.
I stirred in my sleep, flipping over for the umpteenth time, I looked at the clock yet again and it read 4:45 AM. I can smell that sweet but sharp odor coming through the vents again and its calming, hazing effect started to flow through my body and mind. My tormented mind eased, and my rage and jealousy softened as I rolled over to my left side and looked over to what was once my bed, a bed that I once shared with my beautiful wife. It is now occupied by Master, and I watch his chiseled body roll over and his large hand cup my wife's large, natural left tit. I hear her let out a small moan as she drifts back to sleep. Master's breathing is heavy as he sleeps with his hand firmly around my wife's large breast.
My cock stirred in its cage as it always does while lying in my small child-type bed which is strategically positioned in the corner of the room. This positioning gives me a view of the entire bed, so I do not miss a second of master pleasuring my wife. Master loves for me to watch my wife orgasm on his thick cock; he revels in my misery.
The sharp smell of the chemical that is pumped through the vents every morning at 4:45 AM is starting to fade and my misery and angst are fading with it.
The dreaded "edger" inside my cock cage has activated and my early morning edging session has begun. The sophisticated device that encompasses my cock is now my reality as it starts massaging, warming, pulling, releasing, vibrating... My cock is allowed to extend to its full 6 inches and this rare erection feels so good. I am throbbing, and I savor the feeling of a full erection as I know it will be short-lived.
I am brought to the brink of orgasm then the cage sadistically sends icy freezing air and starts restricting, closing in on my cock. My erection is now shriveled, and the pressure of the cage constricts around my softening dick, and it is unbearable. I moan loudly, then catch myself and suffer in silence as I cannot risk waking Master.
Master has broken me completely; I tremble at the thought of going back to Master's dungeon for more "conditioning" as that place is a living hell.
The Chemical that Master exposes us to every morning has completed its morning objective and I am back to the new me- a submissive, horny, and owned man whore. The angry, jealous, torturous thoughts that awaken me every morning (as master's chemicals wear off) are now gone. I drag myself out of bed and into the shower, as this is the only time, I get to clean myself. I am required to wash Master and my wife when they shower -which will be a couple of hours from now - but I am always too busy cleaning them to attend myself, so I wash now.
The shower water is cold -as ordered by the master - as I wash myself. As soon as I have rinsed off the soap, I take the special nozzle that the master had installed, it is attached to the showerhead, and I stick it up my ass. I fill myself to the brim then step out and onto the toilet. I expel, then repeat the process until squeaky clean. Master likes my "pussy" clean, and I am required to do so every morning and whenever Master tells me to.
I am now in the kitchen wearing a pink "Hello Kitty" apron and nothing else while grinding some imported coffee beans and getting the French Press ready. Master is very particular with his coffee so I take great care as I busy myself assembling everything I will need.
My cock prison starts its edging routine again and my knees grow weak; I groan. I grip the countertop as it goes through its routine, this time not letting my starving cock get erect. I am about to have my first glorious orgasm in weeks, that beautiful feeling has me tingling all over as I brace for the disappointment that is to come. The ice-cold hit me like a ton of bricks as the cage constricts and dashes any hope of release. I let out a sob, then compose myself as I thrust my desperate pelvis against the counter. I then tremble in fear as I realize what I have just done. Master owns me and I am not allowed to touch my cock - ever. I pray Master does not catch that moment of weakness on the surveillance video. Master is extremely strict with his rules and can be ruthless, my punishments are usually swift, humiliating, and painful.
Master has not allowed a masturbation privilege in 22 days; or as he says, "I have not earned a session." I am desperate for release, any normal person under normal circumstances would go insane -- but my master keeps me just on the brink of it. Today is Saturday and the master is typically home all day on Saturdays. I am praying that he will allow me a "session." If he does grant me this special privilege it will be a humiliating one for sure, but my desperation will ensure I will endure anything for an orgasm.
My cock prison suddenly comes to life and starts to rumble bringing me out of my deep thoughts. Just as abruptly as the edger, a nasty shock suddenly stung my very full, sperm-laden balls, bringing me back and making me very alert. The shock is a "timer" programmed by Master - a reminder to get moving to my next task.
I run to the computer and start searching certain porn sites that master likes. My morning task is to find well-hung men stroking their huge dicks for my wife to watch later while I clean up her used pussy for breakfast. I am very skilled at putting playlists of young thick cocked studs together as it is a routine task for me. After I have finished with the playlist, I am forced to watch a short video of my wife getting double-teamed by my master's big cock and a young stud he likes brings over on Fridays.
On Friday while my wife is being fucked, the 'groomer" comes over for my weekly grooming session. I hate the groomers, as they come over in a ridiculous grooming van for all the neighbors to see. The van is a mobile pet grooming van that the master has converted especially for me.
The groomers put a chain around my neck and secured it to the truck while securing my hands and legs like a dog. This takes place in the garage and is humiliating. They wax me, douche me, trim me, wash me, and perfume me. The only good thing about my weekly grooming is Master takes my cage off and my cock is free for an hour or so. It is so humiliating as I am always rock hard and dripping, the groomers are experts at teasing and denial, and they show me no mercy.
These beautiful groomer women are always dressed in the sexiest of outfits while they tease and probe me. The worst part is how they laugh at my once proud cock and tell me how much better a big cock is. And how much my wife enjoys finally getting fucked and stretched properly after being stuck with my unsatisfying cock for so many years.
I snap out of my deep thoughts as I watch the video of my wife getting pounded by the young stud, I see her groan and tremble as she orgasms yet again. The stud pulls out and lays on his back with his massive cock standing straight up as I watch my wife slide down it without hesitation, her beautiful, shaved pussy swallowing his huge cock in its entirety - all in one swift move.
She starts grinding back and forth for a while then starts lifting and slamming back down - hard. The sound of flesh slapping together fills my ears as my wife pounds down on the young studs' thick, veiny, glistening pole with incredible force. The look of lust in her eye has my poor little cock throbbing and wishing it could get hard, wishing I could stroke it, wishing I could fuck my wife.
Just then the awful "timer" starts shocking my nuts bringing me back from my fantasy of fucking my wife. I jump up and rush to the kitchen as fast as I can. Once there I add the hot water to the fresh ground coffee that I have already prepared and added to the French Press. I push down the plunger just slightly to the top of the boiling water. I set the microwave timer for 4 minutes exactly.
The microwave timer sounds, and I push the plunger down. The rich aroma of expensive dark roast coffee fills the air. I pour two cups and place them on a serving tray while removing my apron. I straighten out the humiliating bandana that the groomer placed around my neck, and I fluff the frilly pink ribbon they also tied around my balls.
The groomers love doing this to me, and the master usually makes me wear the humiliating items throughout the weekend. Master is always commenting how cute it looks, and how good I smell while patting my head and swatting my bare ass. Next, I head to the master's bedroom concentrating on my steps, so I do not spill any coffee.
I enter the room and set each cup of coffee on each nightstand then crawl under the covers. I hate this part, as I gently nudge between master's things and start sucking his meaty, musty balls. It is stifling under the blanket as master stirs and spreads wider for me. I suck, lick, flick, blow, and massage master's balls just the way he likes it.
