Justin had a nice life, by most standards. A detached home with a garage and a pool, a nice enough car and a beautiful fiancée. His job selling cars was pretty cushy too, no manual labour, just bullshitting people for hours on end and getting paid for it. He’d been a relatively confident guy for most of his life, popular with the girls throughout school and rather handsome. Tall, with swept back black hair with little sign of balding any time soon, well built but not overly huge – he had it all. His fiancée Lisa was quite the catch too, blonde and skinny with a good sized bust and an insatiable sexual appetite. She was a good cook, always giving Justin and their Labrador puppy freshly made treats.
His phone vibrated on his bedside table and started chirping out a gentle alarm. Rolling over to his side he turned it off and groaned, slinking out of bed and throwing on a gown. Lisa followed suit, dropping into the bathroom as he made his way downstairs. The coffee pot was just finishing its brew and Justin prepared two mugs, a red mug with the logo of his dealership on one and one shaped like a pumpkin for Lisa. Two cream, one sugar for her, and black for him.
She made her way down and kissed him on the cheek. She was much shorter than him, something he’d always enjoyed; it made her a lot easier to throw around in bed. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer for another kiss with deeper passion. She started walking off with a smile, but Justin couldn’t resist giving that supple ass a smack. She glanced back with a grin as she grabbed a few slices of bread and slipped them into the toaster.
It wasn’t long before they were both off to work. She always left a few minutes before him – she had a little further to go to get to her job at the national park. He saw her off, watching as she walked away in her little skirt and spaghetti top along with her favourite leather boots. She’d had them for years and they’d been everywhere with her, camping, festivals and concerts, and of course work every day.
He locked the door behind him and gave the dog a chunky bone to keep him busy. He’d be back to check on him for lunch, but he’d have to look after himself in the meantime. He pulled out and drove along the highway as usual, but was joined by an Audi tailgating him and honking their horn as they encroached beyond a reasonable stopping distance. He stared through the rear view mirror to see what kind of asshole was late for work already straight into the eyes of a colleague of his. Jack.
Ever since he started at that job, Jack had been trying his best to get on his nerves. Maybe he felt insecure in his own life and had to bring down others, Justin reasoned, but nonetheless he was as unabashedly pleasant as a root canal. Somehow, he had friends who hung around him – the usual type of pathetic villainous sidekicks that have no real personality of their own and seek popularity by proximity to those who exert power.
The whole drive to work Jack sat right behind him with a stupid grin on his face, getting as close as he could without bumping the front end of his Audi into Justin’s car. He could already feel it was going to be one of those days; the type best immediately forgotten with a liberal application of alcohol. When he pulled up into the car park, Jack was right there beside him.
“You couldn’t go any faster?” He joked, slamming the door as he exited his vehicle. “I know they’re paying you enough for a better car, or are you a grandma already?”
Justin chose to ignore it. He’d already spoken to HR about the guy, but they’d decided not to take any further action. He sucked up to the higher-ups and seemed to have absolute immunity from any sort of repercussions. He managed to scoot inside quickly and take his place at his desk before Jack managed to bother him anymore and set about getting to work. He’d barely logged into his terminal before Jack and his cronies hung about outside his cubicle with Styrofoam coffee cups clutched between their fingers.
“Yo, Justin. You hear about Clint leaving?” He began. Justin wasn’t in the mood to entertain Jack, there were contracts to be written up before customers started arriving. “Hey!” He shouted louder at Justin ignoring him. He stomped his way into Justin’s cubicle and leaned over his chair. “I said-”
“Yes, Jack, I’ve heard that there’s going to be an opportunity for promotion.” He swung his chair around. He already knew what shit would be about to dribble from his lips before he even opened his mouth to talk again.
“Don’t even bother going for it. It’s mine.” He smirked. If Jack was his boss, Justin had decided he’d just quit. There was no way in hell he was going to put up with that. “There’s a bet going around on who’ll get it. Hey, you can make some money to put towards a new car if you bet on me.” His friends laughed in synchronisation, as if Jack had trained them to laugh on cue.
“Yeah, I’m not going to do that. I’d rather drink paint than work under you. I’m going to get that promotion and you can suck it.”
Jack waved his free hand in mock fear. “Ooh no, scary.” He turned to his friends. “How about we do another bet? Five hundred bucks says I can fuck his girlfriend.”
“Fiancée.” Justin corrected him. “Real mature, Jack. Five hundred says I can sleep with your mother.” Justin returned the shit-eating grin on Jack’s face. He didn’t expect him to actually retort back.
“Five hundred guys. Give me a month and I’ll be smashing that.” They seemed to agree and even shook on it. Justin wondered if they even had work to do, or if bothering him was what they got paid for.
“Look, unlike you guys, I’m trying to get shit done. Would you kindly piss off?” Jack and his friends laughed together at this. Suddenly, Jack lurched forwards and dropped his coffee right onto Justin’s shirt.
“Oops!” He said with sarcasm so heavy it could have crushed him. Still hot, it burned his skin as well as staining his shirt.
“What the FUCK?!” Justin exclaimed, standing up ready to punch him right in the throat.
The few customers they had that early in the morning, other members of staff and of course their manager heard the commotion, all staring right in his direction. Jack’s face scrunched up as he sneered at Justin. “Accidents happen. I have work to do, so you have a good day, alright?”
And so off they went. Justin could’ve sworn he heard them muttering ‘loser’ as they walked off to their respective workstations. He got chewed out by his boss for the coffee stain and when he explained it was deliberate, his manager didn’t even believe him. He got chewed out even harder for swearing so loudly on the floor in front of customers. This wasn’t helping his chances of promotion. Jack’s torture hadn’t been anywhere near that bad before – the promotion was enhancing his douchebaggery to unforetold levels as he took every opportunity to sabotage Justin’s prospects.
Clint’s leaving party soon rolled around and everybody had been invited, including plus ones. Lisa joined Justin that night in a pretty mauve dress that clung to her every curve. Even in the dress she still wore her favourite boots, but she looked incredible. They’d decided on a club for Clint’s party, not Justin’s usual go to but it was implied that there’d be heavy drinking going on. After the last month with Jack, he needed a release. The results of the promotion would be revealed soon enough and tensions were high between the two of them.
Justin sat at a booth table supping away at his beer and Lisa had gone to the bathroom to clear out what she’d already drank. He tapped away at his phone while he waited for her to return, thinking about getting another drink for the both of them. It seemed like an age had passed and Justin was starting to get worried, she never usually took this long. He put his phone down onto the mildly sticky table and scanned through the flashing lights amid the darkness to try and locate his fiancée.
He recognised a lot of faces from his work and saw a lot of random people who were just there for a good time, but no sign of Lisa. He checked around the bar in case she’d had the same idea as he had, but nothing. He eyed the entrance to the bathrooms, right near the dance floor and he caught a glimpse of her head bobbing in and out of the crowd. She was dancing – she seemed to be staring at somebody. He squinted into the darkness to find that she was dancing with none other than Jack.
He couldn’t believe it – his stomach churned with a sickening feeling. He stared unblinking as his face soured. Should he go and stop them, or just wait it out? Does she even know who that is? He couldn’t think straight. Not wanting to ruin Clint’s leaving party with tainted drama, he figured he’d just wait it out and find out what happens.
He waited until the song had finished, and followed Jack and Lisa as they went over to the bar together. She was laughing, but Justin had never found him funny before. Soon after, Jack came over to their table and Lisa sat back down.
“Hey, I got you something.” He said, dropping down a fresh drink. It seemed that he’d bought a drink for Lisa too, but Justin never expected he’d get him one. Ever. He started to reconsider their rivalry, and if he truly was as bad as he thought. Taking everything into consideration, he grew suspicious. He’d thought the second bet that he’d made regarding Lisa was little more than a joke, but a jealous rage began to brew within him.
Steadily he supped away at his drink while Jack hung around their table like a bad rash, chatting away to Lisa and sharing tales of customers at work. He’d made it half way through the beer until he realised it was hitting him a lot harder than it should. He was having trouble focusing, increasingly losing control of his body. His stare grew vacant, and the world around him dissolved into a dream.
By the time Lisa noticed his vacant stare and relaxed slump in the seat it was too late. The drugs Jack had secretly slipped into his drink had taken effect, but to her it just seemed like he’d had far too much. “Maybe he was having shots while you were gone?” Jack suggested.
Fearing the worst, Lisa decided to take him home. Jack, being ‘a good friend of his at work’ as he told her, decided to play the good guy card and go with them to make sure he was alright – he even drove them back. Jack grabbed Justin by the shoulders while Lisa carried his legs and they hauled his body all the way upstairs. He seemed rather pliable, agreeing with everything they were saying, drinking the water he was given and smiling vacantly.
“Hellooo?” Jack said, waving his hands in front of Justin’s face as he lay comatose on the bed. “The lights are definitely on, but nobody’s home. He probably just needs to sleep this one off.” He added.
“He’ll be fine.” She said, a little embarrassed by this. She moved in closer to Jack and put a hand on his chest. “… Thank for you looking after him.” Jack wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into his shoulder. He stared over her to watch Justin on the bed, who stared with a loose smile on his lips.
“What do you say we play a little prank on him?” Jack proposed.
“What do you have in mind?” Lisa replied curiously. He shot her a grin and told her to wait there before dropping off to his car to collect something. When he returned he proudly held aloft a small metal cage.
“Know what this is?” He asked, almost proudly. Lisa shook her head. “Pull his pants down.” She complied, undoing the button at the top of his jeans and exposing his flacid dick. It was a lot smaller than Jack had imagined it to be. He opened the device and clipped it into place, locking it with a small padlock. He didn’t, however, give Lisa the key. She was too busy examining the device to notice.
“Look at him, completely gone.” Jack laughed. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off his feet. “Here, watch this.”
Standing on one foot, he raised a leg and poked a toe between Justin’s lips. He couldn’t move himself to stop it. Lisa laughed, apparently fine with taking advantage of the situation.
“Why don’t you try?” She seemed a little shy at first, taking a second to think about it. Sure enough, the boots came off. Jack noticed the warm sweaty smell from inside the boots immediately. It wasn’t bad, but added a cloying thickness to the air mixed with a sweet musk. She pulled off a sweaty sock and dipped her toe in Justin’s mouth, giggling as he let out a gentle moan.
She looked back at Jack and gave a silly smile. He smiled back, but his was far more predatory. It was a smile of satisfaction, of determined mischief. He wasted no time in stepping forward, looming over her. He raised a hand to her face and pushed his thumb into her mouth. Instinctively, she began to suck on it. She hadn’t even noticed she was doing it, until she gave an embarrassed yelp and stepped back.
“I… he’s right there.” She stammered.
“… is he though?” Jack replied, nodding his head over for her to look at him. His mouth was still open and his eyes slowly trailed between the two of them. She looked at him for a second, tempted by Jack. He wouldn’t notice… he wouldn’t remember this in the morning, right?
Too shy to make eye contact, she stepped back into Jack’s space before lifting her head to greet him with a deep kiss. It felt too right to be wrong as his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. He soon pushed her onto the bed next to her husband-to-be. Jack started making his way down her body with his mouth, starting behind her ears and working his way down her neck, glancing up to gauge her reaction at every breath and touch. He teased her thighs from beyond the dress and descended yet lower until he’d reached her ankles, letting her revel in the feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive skin.
Justin was trapped inside his unmoving body. His mind was still functioning, he could see what was happening before him, but was entirely unable to control himself. The most primal part of his brain was enjoying the show and basking in its taboo, his cock slowly inflating within its cage.
Jack and Lisa were too busy to notice anything as he just lay there. He gave the sole of her foot a lick all the way up to the toes, starting slow and moving quicker as he reached the top. He worked his tongue between each little toe, circling the sensitive flesh and making her squirm and buck at the sensation. With small sucking motions he drew each one into his mouth to apply pressure as his tongue danced and twirled around them, savouring the earthy perfume from each one.
Justin in this time had become rock hard as he witnessed his wife about to get fucked by his enemy. It was so wrong, but his cock throbbed in rebellion against its cage, unable to grow completely erect as blood built up more and more pressure, pushing the turgid tissue against his insides as it had nowhere else to go. The metal wire dug into his cock head as it squeezed against it painfully. Even in this condition, his mind was telling him he had to do something about it, he needed release.
Jack noticed the desperation in Lisa’s face – she was ready. He clambered up on top of her and pushed her legs aside, not even bothering to remove her dress. He turned Justin’s head to the side to make sure he had the best view in the house.
He knew what was happening, he was desperate to reach out and touch his dick or tear Jack off his wife, or storm out of the house entirely, but there were no options available to him. Jack moved quickly, ripping off her panties in one smooth motion over her legs and lined himself up, sliding in with the greatest of ease thanks to how wet she was with the thought of how bad this was, how forbidden it was. Jack pushed her legs high up into the air to get a deeper angle and began ploughing her into the bed while running his tongue along the sole of her foot and grazing it with his teeth, providing as many sensations as he could to her sensitive nerves. It was overwhelming for her and she couldn’t help but cry out his name as her fiancée lay there next to them humiliated, paralysed, and chastised, wishing he was the one getting his rocks off.
The bed creaked beneath them as he powered into her, arching his back as he blasted her insides with a few final heavy thrusts, his cock squeezing out glob after glob of hot, sticky cum.
As they both caught their breath, Jack stared over to Justin. “He owes me 500 bucks.”
Pt. 2
Beepbebebeep.
The alarm called out into the inky darkness. The sun glowed on the curtains gently, illuminating a small portion of the wall and a pile of discarded clothes beneath.
Beepbebebeep.
Lisa groaned and rolled over in her side of the bed, slapping her hand down repeatedly on the bedside table.
Beepbebebeep.
“I heard you ohmygod!” She grumbled as she fiddled around in the dark to stop the noise. Beside her, Justin stirred. As his mind roused, pieces of the previous night started to click into place. A strange feeling between his legs prompted questions and as he shuffled through his sleep he felt the cold touch of metal against his skin. The unfamiliarity of it prompted him to sit bolt upright in bed, shuffling around under the covers to feel at it.
Sure enough, the cock cage was still attached. Panic set in. He whipped his head over to Lisa, who had an increasingly sheepish look about her as the memories flooded her. As waking tore their dreams from reality, she realised what had truly transpired.
“What is this? Did you do this?” Justin stammered as he clutched and pulled at the device. He whipped off the sheets to inspect it, staring down at his restrained cock. He felt sorry for the guy.
She couldn’t make eye contact. Instead, she slouched off into the hallway, closing the bathroom door behind her. “Lisa?!” He cried out, swinging himself off the bed and chasing after her.
The door was locked. A gentle sobbing from the other side filled him with dread.
“What… what happened last night?” He asked, to no reply. He tried to piece it together – Clint’s leaving party, everyone was there having a good time, Jack was there… drinks… Images flashed in his head of her returning from the bathroom. He could see vivid pictures of the colourful flashing lights and their smiling faces bobbing in and out of a sea of people. She was dancing with him. Then he pictured his face hovering over their table. He brought drinks…
“What happened after cock-nose came to the table?”
A huffing sob breezed through the door. He tried to open it but she’d locked herself inside.
“He … he helped bring you home.” She sniffed heavily through her tears. “He thought it’d be funny to put you in that thing.” Justin adjusted the cage.
“… then what?” He asked quietly. Everything after Jack brought drinks was a blur of colours and shapes coupled with feelings. Something happened, he could feel it in his bones.
“He fucked me.” Came a whimpering admission a few moments later.
“What?!”
“HE FUCKED ME!” She cried out, breaking into a mess of tears and screaming. Nothing he could ay or do would calm her down, nor calm himself down. He dressed himself furiously, skipping the shower and drove straight to work.
There, he waited for Jack. Every car that came in stoked the fire in his belly as he sat seething until he arrived, gripping the steering wheel tight between whitened knuckles. Then, his gleaming Audi rolled in. Without a word, Justin got out and slammed his door, stomping and storming his way across the car park.
Jack caught his gaze and smirked pompously, the thoughts of Lisa satisfying him running through his mind. He’d taken his promotion, he’d taken his wife, he’d even claimed control over his dick – Justin was his bitch.
“Well if it isn’t my favourite colleage!” Jack began as Justin approached. The looks on their faces could not have been any more different. As Justin closed the space between them he reeled his arm backwards and swung with one big punch. Jack shifted to the side and dodged it with ease. Then came the other arm, swinging right at him. Jack caught it and used Justin’s momentum against him, spinning him around and knocking off his balance, throwing him to the floor as he began to fall.
With a heavy thud and a crack, Justin hit the floor. Powered by adrenaline and rage he tried to scramble to his feet, but found Jack’s shoe holding down his head.
“I wouldn’t if I were you. That’s grounds for dismissal, you know?”
“Fuck you!” Justin hissed, wildly flailing at Jack’s legs. He rocked his own legs back and forth as he tried to escape, but Jack put more weight down onto his skull.
“Yes, she did.” He smirked, leaning down to get in closer to him. “And she loved it.” Justin felt like crying, screaming, and bloody murder all at the same time.
“Fuck you, I’m going to fucking kill you!” He screamed with unhinged, wild rage.
“I don’t think so. I think you’re going to start by making coffee for everybody in the office, then scrubbing the toilets with your socks, and after that you can polish my shoes with your tongue. How does that sound?” Jack lifted his foot when the kicking and screaming eventually subsided. “Come on now, you wouldn’t want to be late for work.” Jack offered his hand to help Justin up, but he refused to take it.
Work had been hell with Jack before all of this, but he was taking full advantage of his position, just as Justin had expected. He spent most of his time performing bitch duties – the role he was hired for in the first place ended up going to a new member of staff and he was relegated to seemingly endless servitude for his aggressor.
Each day seemed be getting worse than the last. He was fighting with Lisa over all of this at home, frustrated and angry that she’d do that to him. The chastity device fitted to him didn’t help at all, and made a whole lot of things harder and more uncomfortable. He had to sit down on the toilet, he couldn’t move properly as it pressed into his legs and hidden beneath his trousers it looked like he had a constant boner. He’d even seen a few customers eyeing it with badly hidden tittering smiles. Every small movement became a constant reminder of his subjugation to Jack, or the cage around his manhood, and of the betrayal of his wife.
Lisa, sick of hearing Justin’s woes and feeling incredibly guilty over the whole affair, decided it best to speak to Jack. He seemed to her like a nice enough guy, he did help Justin back home that one time. She was certain he’d be reasonable and give her the key, at the very least. Maybe let up on Justin at work, and cut him some slack. She turned up at their work one night as they were finishing up, striding into Jack’s shiny new office.
“Hi.” She smiled, closing the door behind her. He was pleasantly surprised to see her again, especially here in his very own office. He wasn’t a cubical based plebian anymore, he was the big man now and had the office to prove it.
“You couldn’t stay away.” He smirked with a predatory stare upon his face.
She rolled her eyes slightly. “I’m here for Justin. He’s been miserable ever since… well, you know.”
“I’m not going to forget that any time soon. What about bitch boy?” He put his feet up onto the desk.
“We’re going to need that key. If I’m ever going to make things right with him, that’ll be the first step.”
Jack thought about this. The smirk upon his face deepened into something more volatile, darker, and more menacing as he thought of a twisted idea.
“If you want the key…” he began, pulling his feet down and standing up. Slowly, he moved around the table and sat on her side of it. “You’ll have to give me a show.”
“I’m not doing that.” She sighed, getting her first inkling of just what Justin was dealing with.
“Then you’re not getting the key, either.” He purred. She stared at him with frustration as she tried to think of some other way around it.
“I could tell HR about this.” She stammered.
“They wouldn’t believe you. They already don’t believe Justin, so it’ll look like he put you up to it.” He laughed, closing the space between them. “I’m untouchable.” He huffed.
She felt the power of his presence overwhelm her as he encroached into her space. She couldn’t hold eye contact any longer as she felt her assertiveness die out before him, turning a shade of red as she contemplated doing it.
“Alright…” she whispered, closing the blinds to the office window-wall. “But don’t tell him – he already hates me enough right now.”
She started removing her blouse, button by button. Jack fiddled around on his phone and put on some music, sitting back down on the edge of the table. A look of twisted enjoyment crept onto his face and his eyes glittered.
She dropped the fabric over her shoulder, revealing her soft skin and the gentle slope of her neck as it swept down into her body. Then, it dropped to the floor entirely, revealing her ample bosom in a lacy baby-pink bra. Jack eyed the curve of her waist as her body trailed in and out like a meandering river. He wanted to touch, to feel the soft skin and trace the lines of her, but he stayed put and enjoyed.
She took off her boots so that she could remove the rest, but the heavy fragrance of her soles wafted through the air, filling the office with a powerful sweet musk with just a hint of sharpness.
“Oof.” He commented as the odour gripped his nostrils. “You wear those every day, don’t you? Ever think of washing them?”
Her red complexion turned even darker as her face burned up. She did wear nothing but those boots, it was true, but she’d never really thought that other people could notice a smell coming from them. “Well, don’t stop – I’m still watching.” He continued.
With teasing swings from her hips she dropped her dress down until she was in nothing but her underwear before him. She hoped that’d be enough for the key but he raised an eyebrow with a questioning look, pressing her to continue. She couldn’t believe she was having to do this.
With one hand she reached around her back and unclasped the bra, allowing it to drop to the ground. As her breasts hung before him, he couldn’t help but nurse the boner straining to escape his trousers. He unzipped himself and started jerking off with slow, steady movements. He squeezed it tight and rubbed the ridge of his glans as she danced away, finally removing her panties. He got an eyeful that he’d never forget. If he hadn’t have been playing music, he had a mind to record it – maybe even send it to Justin so that he wouldn’t forget who Lisa really belonged to.
As he approached climax he pushed himself off the desk and stood over her shoes, blasting wad after huge wad of sticky, slimy cum into her favourite boots. She let out a little gasp at this oppressive act, this display of ownership. She didn’t want to make things any worse for herself or for Justin, so she just kept her mouth shut.
“There, they’ll smell a lot better now.” He panted, flipping his dick back inside his pants. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to wear those – no, leave your socks. Wear them home. He’s going to lick my cum off your nasty feet and he’s going to like it. Tomorrow, he’s going to walk into my office and thank me for the opportunity. Then – he can have the key.”
She had no choice but to comply. As she sank her feet back into her boots she felt the cum squelch between her toes, sticky and slick, still warm on her skin. She shuddered as the sensation of it and knew full well that in a few hours it would stink.
She explained the situation to Justin that night after he noticed the smell coming from her boots when she got home. Sure enough, he was desperate to do just about anything to get the device removed from his torso. He sat her down in the living room on the sofa and got to work licking between every toe, along her nails and across her soles, almost gagging from the putrid, intense smell of aged cum as the intense flavour assaulted his tastebuds. It made him feel like less than nothing – to be toyed with and tormented in such a way, he wouldn’t even wish this upon Jack himself. It was too much, and he questioned why he was putting up with this. He should leave her for cheating on him, he should leave his job to be free of Jack, but… he just wasn’t in the position to do so.
The following day Lisa came with Justin to work. She wasn’t taking any chances with the key – she was onto the type of person that he was now, and figured he’d try and slip his way out of giving it to them if he could. They both followed him into his office and drew the blinds. Jack sat at his desk with his feet up as he reclined in his office chair.
“So – you have something you want to tell me?” He grinned. Already, a look of anger brewed on Justin’s face.
“That you’re the shittiest person on the face of the earth? That your mother should have swallowed you?”
“Ah – swallowed… that reminds me of something.” Jack teased. “…There was something about you, and swallowing, wasn’t there?”
Justin shuffled on the spot. Jack pulled out his wallet and tossed the key onto the desk. A look of anticipation struck both Lisa and Justin at the sight of it.
“Well? What happened?” He said with a fake excitement in his tone.
“… I licked it off her feet.” He mumbled, looking down.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“I licked it off her feet.” Justin reiterated with the most matter-of-fact tone he could muster.
“… and what was it?”
“I LICKED YOUR CUM OFF HER TOES.” He hissed before shrinking away as he worried people outside the office might be able to hear.
“Oh? Well, that sounds like it was delicious.” His grin… his shit-eating grin. Justin wanted to jump over the desk and kick him right in that smug look. “I suppose you’re wanting this key.” He pushed one shoe off with the other foot, then repeated the process for the other shoe. “There’s just… one last thing.” He muttered, peeling off browned socks with his toes. It looked like he’d been wearing them for a week. Dread filled them as they already knew where he was going with this.
“Both of you, get to work.” He ordered casually, his feet still up on the desk. The smell of them was different to Lisa’s; more musky, more tangy.
They both took a foot each, exchanging disapproving glances as they began rubbing away at the soles of his feet. They pressed in their thumbs and pushed away at the muscles beneath, massaging away the weight they bore.
“Mmmm…” he groaned. “That’s good.” He leant his head back in enjoyment. “Not good enough, though. Needs more tongue.”
Reluctantly, they both leant down against the table and began with tiny presses against his feet. As they grew accustomed to the peppery, earthy flavour they started applying more and more of their tongue, sending great long laps up from his heel to his toes and tickling the nerves as their every breath shot through him. His legs soon began to twitch at the sensations of it all, his toes curling and his hips bucking at the feeling of them circling their tongue between each toe, in and out between them like a slalom.
He pushed his foot right into Justin’s mouth and he began to suck down on it, still trying to wring his tongue around in a stimulating motion. Jack soon whipped out his stiff cock and couldn’t help but grip it tight, slowly rubbing away as they both worshipped his feet.
“That’s right, don’t stop! Tell me how it tastes.” He snorted as his hand picked up the pace.
With a mouth full of toes, Justin muttered something unintelligible. Jack couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt. He motioned to Lisa to come closer and he pushed his toes down between her legs. She started to grind herself against his toes, pushing her stiff clit against them. With a dexterous movement he managed to pull away at the fabric and slip his big toe beneath the panties. She was wet and slippery – maybe she was actually into all of this.
As he wiggled his toes against her, she ground more and more against him in return. It wasn’t long before she was moaning away while he stroked himself, watching her pleasure herself with his feet. Justin, meanwhile, kept licking away, sucking on those toes and trying his very best not to look over at what was happening right next to him. There’d be a long conversation about this on the car ride home, and not a very pleasant one.
At least, with heaving moans, Jack shot busts of cum over his desk. He came so hard that his body took over, thrusting into the air wildly as the sensations rose from his feet throughout his whole body took the better of him.
“Ok…” he panted, his dick still hanging out. “That was acceptable… but I expect better, next time.”
Justin stood upright and turned around, gagging from the gritty texture and bawdy flavour that lingered on his tongue. He’d never hated anybody more than in that moment. As he struggled to get a toe hair out of the back of his throat he nearly threw up amid spluttering coughs. Lisa swiped the key from the desk with a foul glance to Jack, who still leaned back in his chair, grinning away.
As they left the office he pulled out the top drawer and shuffled around, grabbing a tiny silver key and slipping it into his wallet. He’d never mentioned anything about the key he gave them being the one to unlock the chastity device… his only disappointment was that he couldn’t be there to see their reaction when they found out.
Pt. 3
Lisa placed the steaming salmon on top of the seasoned rice as perfectly as she could, grabbing the pepper mill nearby to give it a few twists. She eyed it up from various angles to make sure it was perfect, but added another pepper blast before scooping the plates up and walking through into the dining room with a big smile about her face.
Justin was waiting, dressed in his finest comfortable clothing. Nothing too fancy since they were still at home, but he wanted to make somewhat of an effort for her.
“That smells amazing!” He called out as she made her way over to his seat and dropped the plate carefully down before him. He took a sip of his wine while he waited for her to seat herself.
They talked over a beautiful dinner lit by a softly flickering candle, sharing glances and smiles as they discussed their unified lives. The wedding would be coming up in a month and they’d both been very excited for it, despite the anxiety that something would go wrong.
“You don’t think he’s going to show up, do you?” Justin asked his fiancée with a slight disgust.
“He’d better not do. Do you think anyone at work will tell him about it?” She replied.
“… Tom might. Or Cathy… but someone would have to tell them about it first.”
When they’d finished up, Lisa made her way over to the sofa and started up a romantic comedy about a hair stylist and an accountant while Justin cleared up the plates and dishes, the glasses and cutlery. Since she’d cooked, he’d agreed to wash everything and clean up instead. He emerged from the kitchen holding two small plates with a Matcha Tiramisu for each of them on top.
They curled up on the couch, Justin dragging a blanket hidden behind it over the two of them as she nestled herself between his legs and rested her head on his chest. She could smell that musky aura around him with its slight sweetness and complex notes that felt like home. It was a smell that was unmistakably him, and it brought her comfort and a sense of safety.
The dessert was incredible, although the movie failed to fully hold their attention. Beneath the blanket, Justin casually squeezed at Lisa’s breasts beneath the sheets. She looked up to question him and saw his smiling face beaming down at her with a loving look twinkling in his eyes. Even after all their hardships, he still loved her. She smiled back, happy with her choice of a good man.
Craning his neck down he planted a kiss on her lips before staring back at her again. They exchanged unspoken words with that look, saying more than words could in that moment. Now, she leant up to kiss him.
Their lips tumbled and rolled against each other, getting more fevered with each kiss. Exploratory tongues probed the inside of their mouths, tangling and spinning around each other in a heated display of passion. From inside his cage, Justin was starting to get hard. Under normal circumstances she’d be able to feel it prodding and poking at her indicating his excitement and lust, but as she squirmed and writhed atop him there was naught for her to feel but the cage.
The same went for him – as his dick swelled and rose against the metal the bars pressed into his sensitive flesh. The pressure building up in it squeezed and pushed it back against his torso painfully, as if it were excruciatingly rearranging his insides. It was a horrible pressure that was a constant reminder of what Jack had done to both him and his wife. He couldn’t make love to his wife, nor could he even masturbate, and the lengthy prison sentence his cock had served only made things more desperate and demanding as it begged for sweet release.
His frustrations grew at the sensation of her legs straddling him, rubbing the bottom of her torso against him to derive herself some pleasure. All he could do was wait for the next chance to get the key.
It didn’t have to be a complete waste of writhing lust, he realised. He spun her over so that she was beneath him and began to bite his way along her body with playful little nibbles that tingled along her skin like ripples on a pond. He raised her shirt and pulled her breasts from out of their confinement, licking and teasing the area around her nipples, making her raise her chest in an attempt to slot them into his mouth. The anticipation was killing her and from his position he could already feel the burning heat coming from between her legs.
At last her nipples got the attention they were craving. With deep sucking motions he pulled one into his mouth and rang around it with his tongue. Flicking, circling, nibbling softly, he made expert motions that drove her wild. Her squeaking mewls called out over the background noise coming from the television and he didn’t waste much time, moving down her body after satisfying her mounds along the sensitive curves of her waist.
It was almost ticklish and elicited even more moans and squeals as her body jerked around at the slightest touch, the most shallow breath, and he decided to add an exploratory trailing hand along her legs, beginning along her shin as he traced the supple skin upwards to her inner thighs.
“Justin…” she breathed, closing her eyes and pushing her head back against the armrest of the sofa. Her back was beginning to arch as her body grew more eager to the point of being greedy for more.
His hand continued trailing until he reached the warmth that radiated from her, pressing against her pants to feel the squishy swollen moist region beneath. His mouth reached the same point as his hands and his tongue curled around the button, pushing it through the hole and clamping his teeth down on the zipper tab. He gave her a lust-filled gaze as he pulled down the zipper and ripped the fabric down over her legs, taking the purple panties with it.
With slow, deliberate movements, his fingers ran against the glistening slit presented before him. Her legs opened of their own accord with no thought necessary – her body knew what it was doing before she did. The suspense was killing her even more than before as he enjoyed toying with her outer lips, rubbing and toying with every fold and crease laden with slick, glistening wetness.
He began to circle the ring of muscle that lined her entrance, poking and prodding ever so slightly to just expand it a little and leaving her wanting much more. She even attempted to thrust herself against his hand as she tried to get what she wanted, but to no avail. He’d seen that move plenty of times and knew it was coming.
At last he gave her what she wanted. His head bobbed down and he gave her a mischievous glance as he sealed his lips around her clit, finally pushing his fingers slowly inside her honey pot and curling them to stimulate her sensitive spot on her upper walls. He started to pump his hand back and forth, rocking in rhythm as he pushed his tongue against her button with the flat of his tongue.
She felt the tempo and began to rock her hips back and forth in time with it to push her clit further against his face and grind her pussy against his clawed fingers. Her breaths grew shorter as her moans overtook them, growing deeper and fuller until she was practically screaming with each pump of his arm.
He took the trembling and quaking of her legs as a sign she was beginning to get close and sped up his motions, using the tip of his tongue to flick up and down with ever-increasing speed. Her walls clenched around his fingers repeatedly, puckering and opening as she rode wave after wave of ecstasy.
Her face contorted and her breath left her entirely, rematerializing in her orgasmic state as a quavering guttural rattle from the bowels of her lungs as if her spirit were leaving its shell. With a satisfied grunt and smile, Justin pulled back as she pushed his face away. It was far too sensitive post-orgasm for him to keep going, almost to the point of becoming a painful discomfort.
As the sensations echoed out and her body returned to normal, embarrassment filled the void that was left. She pulled the blanket high up over her face and squeaked fiercely. Justin wiped the sparkling juices that dribbled down his chin onto his arm. His cock was still painfully pressing against its restraints, each throb shooting waves of discomfort back into him. It didn’t matter – he was just glad she was happy.
They turned off the movie halfway through. They hadn’t been paying attention, and after their fumble it was time to cuddle up. Justin walked with painful steps as she tip-toed shakily to their plush sanctuary. They were both too warm for the sheets for now, instead turning on a fan and laying in their underwear atop the duvet. She flopped on top of him, nestling her face into the crack between his arm and his chest and taking secretive nasal breaths to smell the musky scent of sex from him. With a muscle-bound arm around her petting her hair, she fell into a lulled daze.
Just as they were falling asleep they were roused by Lisa’s phone vibrating. With a sleepy bewilderment she rolled across the bed and smacked her hand down onto the bedside table, grasping wildly for the device. With squinting eyes she leered at the glowing screen.
Jack >
One month until the big day!
If both of you are good, your best friend might give you a gift you can’t refuse.
You’ll need to really impress me though! 🔒💖🗝
Her eyes shook off their stupefied haze as she began to glow with excitement. She wasn’t quite sure how he’d make it another month without being able to cum, but there was at least a light at the end of the tunnel. Good news was good news, no matter how small.
“Justin, look!” she held the phone over his face. It was a little too close for him to be able to focus on through the dim darkness of the room and he pushed it back into reading range. His face soured initially when he saw who it was from but grew into a contented smile tinged with reluctant hope as he read on.
“You know, we should practice his foot stuff to make sure we get that damned key.” She joked. The humour flew right over his head and he thought about it for a second. Maybe she was right – he didn’t want to fuck this up, he needed that key. More than he’d needed anything else. It would have been easier for him not to eat for a month, existing on sugar water and supplements than it would be not cumming and entering a world of pain and suffering every time he got hard.
He gave her a sly grin and got to his knees, leaning down at the foot of the bed next to her feet. She seemed a little surprised that he was so willing to just do it like that – she would have been more hesitant herself.
Before she knew it, he was rubbing at the soles of her feet and massaging with his thumbs deep into the tissue, pushing against the sensitive nerves. It was a little ticklish at first as she adjusted to the sensations, but rather than being light scraping agitations it was a full and deep feeling that soothed the tired muscles within. He rubbed her arches up and down, making sure to get good and deep, evoking moaning ‘ooh’s from her when he struck the right nerves. There were a few moments when it was a little ticklish, but all in all she was thoroughly enjoying it.
He began to squeeze the balls of her feet with his palm and pushed between her metatarsals with his fingers at the same time which caused a few popping cracks from the synovial fluid between her bones. This provoked her into more moaning as the tensions and stiffness were fully released.
He even rolled her ankles around, leaving no patch of skin untouched, no muscle unrubbed, and when his hands had begun to tire and grow sore from applying pressure, he leant his head down.
“You know I was only joking, right? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” She muttered from along the bed. She seemed quite thankful for his service.
“No, honestly I think you’re right. Practice might be a good idea – he’s probably going to be a dick about it, so … it’s worth a try.” She knew he was right. She’d been embarrassed by her idea at one point that he was a good person and she’d come to know far better by now. She wished he’ d just set her husband free already.
He leaned his head forward and began this time at her ankles, nibbling at the bony protrusions and ringing them with his tongue lightly. There weren’t many nerves there to send her crazy, but it was just supposed to be a warmup anyway. He pushed his tongue into the gap just behind the anklebones and wiggled it around to push against the muscles and nerves there, soon moving along her Achilles tendon and clamping his teeth down on either side of it.
That gave a much stronger reaction. It wasn’t a tingling light feeling like that from the sole of her feet, but rather a fuzzy swelling one that seemed to radiate along the pinched nerves. It wasn’t unpleasant, but affected a larger area than either of them had expected. He continued to explore and experiment with different parts of her foot, moving along and scraping his teeth against the calloused skin on the ball of one foot. That gave a deep tickling sensation – one that wasn’t going to make her squirm and burst out in uncomfortable laughter, but a fathomed sparking feeling that clung to the bone and followed his mouth around as he went.
His tongue joined his teeth on the journey and started to circle the ball of her foot for a different feeling, one a lot lighter and closer to his tongue, hovering on the very surface of her skin. He tried gentle puffs of air at different speeds to grant hot and cold textures coupled with the feeling of air pressure against her nerves. She still wasn’t squirming and laughing, so he must have been doing something right. In fact, her eyes had drawn closed and her expression contented at the feeling.
It was time to do what he knew best. He changed the gentle huffs to a soft licking with the very tip of his tongue, the pointed end flicking delicately up to her skin. She couldn’t see or predict where it would land next, jumping from foot to foot on different regions each time. Her toes stretched and curled, extending the skin and folding it as her feet wiggled under his touch.
Justin broke pace and send a long motion from the very bottom of one foot to the top, accompanying it with a similar motion from his fingers on the other foot in a sweet harmonic sweep that seized her whole body. Her back arched for a second before sinking back down and her face scrunched up. It still wasn’t ticklish, but he’d hit the nerves in a way that she hadn’t expected and they’d responded strongly.
Justin’s tongue soon ran around her toes with their purple holographic nail polish in little circles. He swirled and circled in and out in a slalom while making sure to push against the sensitive skin between and beneath each one. He added little sucking motions and took them into his mouth, increasing the pressure as each toe ran along his tongue. Her feet were sopping wet by the time he finished.
All the while his cock was growing more and more, furious at its restraints as it pushed and forced its away against them. His cage was filled and could take no more, so the swelling pressed again towards his insides. His balls retreated towards his body at every painful twitch and pounding contraction. While he worked on her feet it demanded his attention, begging to cum and pleading for relief at the same time.
Justin went in for the kill. He put the whole top of one foot into his mouth and ran his tongue along the back of it like a windscreen wiper, back and forth, back and forth beneath the toes and running between the hilly mounds of muscle in her soles. She cried out in an anguished pleasure while her muscles seized at the feeling of it all, throwing down her hands and clutching the sheets in fisted hands.
“Enough – enough! I can’t take any more.” She cried out. His face was starting to get sore. After eating her out and servicing her feet his jaw and tongue had grown incredibly sore. He raised an aching hand to rub at it, pushing it from side to side and swinging it on its hinges to try and loosen it back up.
“What do you think? Better than before?” He asked curiously.
“Definitely good – definitely good.” She repeated for emphasis. “If Jack doesn’t think so then he’s a damn liar. I don’t know how many people he’s got working his feet, but if you’re not the best I’d be very surprised.”
“We’ve got a month to practice. You know he’s gonna make you do it as well, right?”
“I know…” she grumbled. “I guess it’ll be your turn to experience it next.”
Pt. 4
The wedding preparations had been going well. They’d booked and confirmed everything, making absolutely certain that no detail was left undecided. They’d gone with a lilac and lavender theme for the décor and picked out a wonderful cake that matched the whole theme, and the food had been selected to accommodate to everybody’s tastes. Lisa had picked her dress out months and months ago but couldn’t get it off her mind, eager to finally get to put it to good use.
Not everything had been going right, however, as Justin and Lisa still continued to fight over the chastity device stuck to him by his rival. She’d begun complaining and blaming Justin for it still being attached, saying that he wasn’t pleasing Jack well enough otherwise he would have gotten the key a long time ago. Justin meanwhile was frustrated and incredulous at this, knowing full well that no matter how good or bad he did, he’d still be relegated to a life stuck in his cage.
During his working hours Jack had made sure to assert his control and extract complicity from Justin, constantly humiliating him by calling him into his office and having his feet serviced. He’d even taken to cumming in Justin’s morning coffee, saying that he needed ‘creamer’ to go with it. Life was only getting worse and worse for Justin and Jack had taken to being careful not to get himself caught out by their colleagues.
He’d also been very careful with how he was manipulating Lisa. He’d gotten the feeling that he’d been a little too rough on her and needed to win her back over to his side. Jack had spend the last few weeks being nice to her, as sweet as he could to win back her trust and gain leverage.
Jack pulled up in his Audi, a little trail of dust billowing behind the vehicle as it crunched across the dry gravel path between the pathway of trees towards the little barn they’d booked for their wedding. He smiled as he eyed up the location, seeing the baskets of flowers hanging from the roof and all the little candles in their burlap-wrapped mason jars, sprigs of lavender scattered all around the place. Suited guests huddled in scattered groups clutching glasses of wine and champagne, paying him no mind as he stepped out of his vehicle. His eyes scanned the crowd for the only two people he actually cared about seeing, glancing over a few co-workers that he recognised and paying them no mind.
With a discarding nod to the few folks he knew, he stormed his way right inside. It was dimly lit, but the candles gave a nice warm yellow tone to the hall. There were oak pews reclaimed from a church and sturdy-looking tables to match, all laid out with wine glasses and flower arrangements. Ribbons had been stuck to the pews with sprigs of lavender tied between them, and over at the far end of the barn he spied Justin chatting away with a few of his friends. He strolled over casually and put an arm around Justin.
“Congratulations, my good man!” He began, smashing through the conversation they were already having and leading him away from the confused bystanders. He turned his head to them and gave them a very subtle bow. “I’m sorry gents, I have to steal him for a moment.” Justin looked on with a harrowed stare in his eyes, begging for help in unspoken words.
Justin was escorted up the stairs into a secluded part of the barn, a special room up in the rafters. He didn’t know what was coming, he had no idea what to expect of Jack at this point, after everything he’d put him through.
“Justin, take a seat.” He instructed, holding a hand out to an old wooden chair that looked as though it was getting on for a hundred years old. He sat, and Jack circled him.
“It’s your special day!” Jack began. “Your best friend has a few surprises in store for you.”
Justin’s heart started beating faster. Was this it, was this the day he’d finally be free from the restraints? Jack had made promises, or at least alluded to the idea that this was going to be the day he was free, but at the same time he’d lied in the past. Perhaps not lied outright, but used misdirection and given false hope over and over again to keep Justin under his thumb.
Justin didn’t dare to ask what it might be. He knew full well it was probably either going to be the key or … something terrible. His fears rose at the sensation of a rough length of rope being tied to his feet, looping around the chair and containing his hands as well. He could have broke free in that moment, but if it meant getting himself out of the cage then a momentary restraint was worth it.
“Do I need to be tied up for it? Come on Jack, it’s my wedding day…” Justin moaned in a soft tone as not to anger Jack.
“Shh, shh, you’re going to enjoy this.” He growled through his teeth as he tightened up the ropes. “There was a little surprise for Lisa, too. I think she’s warmed to me lately.” He appeared back in front of Justin now and pulled the key out from beneath his shirt with slow, deliberate movements to tease him.
“She’s been telling me all kinds of things.” He said, reaching down to undo Justin’s belt.
“What kind of things? What’s she been telling you?” Justin huffed angrily. “Leave us alone, both of us.”
Jack stopped untying the belt for a moment. “Oh, so I should just go now? You don’t want the key?”
“Set me free and get out of my life.” Justin scowled.
“Tsk tsk, I know exactly what you want Justin, but we can’t always get what we want now, can we? Besides, there’d be no fun in just letting you go.” He looked up with a devilish smirk. As his brows furrowed his face looked positively evil. “I’m going to keep doing this until you have no life left to ruin.”
The belt came off. Jack slipped down his trousers a little way and revealed the glittering cage beneath, prodding the key into the lock and turning it to remove the cage. There was immediate relief at the feeling of freedom that it provided, letting his dick air out and move freely. Having not cum for so long, he was still sensitive – so much so that this sudden freedom stirred his cock into action a little way.
“She’s been telling me just how small this little guy is.” Jack added as he pulled the cage completely away. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his socks with his big toes, leaving pungent, calloused feet flat on the wooden floor.
“She’s also been telling me how much better my dick was, that one time. Says she needs something more to really please her, to fill her and stretch her out.” Jack raised a foot to Justin’s mouth. Justin was reluctant, especially given the fact it was his wedding day, but he knew how Jack operated. He knew it would be quicker and easier to just comply than trying to fight it out. He allowed a toe to slip into his mouth, but gave an angered look as he stared daggers at Jack’s shit-eating grin.
“Lisa’s right, you know.” Jack added, wiggling his toes around in Justin’s mouth and pressing them against his tongue. “That lil’ guy is pretty tiny. Did you get diagnosed with a micropenis?” he japed. It wasn’t that small. “Oh God, I bet you’re a shower too, aren’t you?” Justin wanted to shout out, but with a mouth full of foot he couldn’t do much. The day was already ruined.
Jack pulled his foot out to allow Justin to lick it. He reluctantly complied and lapped away between his toes and along the sole of his foot, the gritty texture and musky flavour coating the inside of his mouth and lingering with each breath. It consumed his senses and repulsed him entirely.
“You know, she’s sent me messages wondering if you are the right guy. You’re gonna be stuck together forever; there’s no going back after today. Seems she’s been having some second thoughts, but she looks like she’s going ahead with it anyway. After I showed you both what a pussy you are, what an obedient boy you can be, she realised you’re no man after all.”
Jack lowered his foot and began to rub it against Justin’s cock, allowing it to rise up and swell with blood. It had been so long since he came that it was ready to burst at any moment. Being tightened inside the cage like that had taken its toll on him, but it had been so long since he’d had sweet release that every graze and bump was excruciating both in pain and desperation for pleasure.
Jack gave a satisfied smirk as he rolled his toes across the ridge of Justin’s glans. Every sensitive nerve ending there sparkled and flickered with the coarse skin that was grazing against it. His dick swelled to become completely turgid, twitching and jerking around as it tenses and squeezed uncontrollably at the sensations being applied to it.
“Yeah, definitely not as big as it should be. What a little man you are. I bet you’re desperate to cum after so long, aren’t you? You want your best friend to help you with that?”
Justin was humiliated. He didn’t want to admit that he wanted Jack to get him off. Really, he wanted his wife to do it, or in lieu of her presence he could very well do it himself. Jack lad lured him into a corner and tied him up so he couldn’t pleasure his own body, leaving him with little choice. Justin knew full well that was his plan all along, and he also knew he had a penchant for making him as desperate as possible to get him to conform to his evil plans.
Jack pressed Justin’s fat dick against his body and pushed hard, squeezing it tight beneath his foot. He could feel the hilly muscles twitching and shivering against his cock as the toes curled and moved around, sweat from between his toes and slick precum lubricating it all until there was a slick smoothness caressing his body.
“You know, my new job is pretty hard. I could use some time off…” Jack continued, paying special attention to the ridge of his cock’s head. “I have an idea, Justin. How about, you stay here and I go on that honeymoon instead of you? Maybe you can have a vacation from that cage of yours while I’m gone, perhaps jerk yourself raw?”
“No, you’re mad. That’s my honeymoon, not yours. That’s my wife.”
“I suppose you don’t want to cum, then?” Jack added with another firm press against his cock. After so long not being touched, he was super sensitive. He wanted nothing more than to get his sweet relief, but at the price of his honeymoon? It wasn’t worth it.
“Ugh, stop being a douchebag for just one damn minute-”
“Ah, I wouldn’t talk to your best friend that way, Justin.” Jack pressed his foot even harder now to the point where he was instilling pain. Justin squeaked out and rocked back in his chair away from Jack, but he soon relented and went back to applying pleasure.
With each twiddle of his toes and shuffling of his feet, Jack applied more and more psychological pressure. They were due to honeymoon in the Bahamas, wonderful this time of year, and he quite fancied it. Drinking pina colada on the beach from a coconut with a beautiful woman that just so happened to be his victim’s wife – what could be better.
“When you’re ready to cum, just tell me. Of course, you know the price.” Jack spat down onto Justin’s dick and rubbed the slimy spit across it with his toes, glaring with an evil twisted grin into his face. Justin writhed and moaned at the feeling of his nerves igniting and sparkling across his body, emanating from his cock.
“No, fuck off- ah!” He moaned. His body was working against his mind as it demanded to cum, louder and louder, until it became harder to resist. Justin’s hips rocked as much as they could within his retainment against Jack’s foot. He hated this, he hated him, but he’d hated his two months of blue balls even more. Jack laughed with a deep belly laugh as he savoured every drop of Justin’s immense suffering. He could see from the way his face scrunched up and twitched every so often that he was beginning to crack.
He leaned over now, taking Justin’s dick into his hand and stroking it with long, slow movements that grew faster as he reached further down. The feeling was amazing, and Justin’s dick twitched and throbbed with each stroke, desperate for more. He was actually starting to consider Jack’s proposition, though he couldn’t believe it.
Jack managed to bring Justin right to the edge of orgasm but made him ride out that plateau, teering over the drop into ecstasy so close that he could practically taste it. He’d get him near and then stop, letting the swollen pleasure subside for a moment before working him back up again.
“How about now? Otherwise you’ll be late for your wedding, and back in that cage.”
He was right. Lisa would be arriving any minute now. He didn’t want to get found up here being molested by Jack, begging him to cum.
“Fine, fine, Jesus God almighty please just let me cum!” Justin cried out with shaking, quivering desperation in his gasps as he agreed to the evil plan.
Jack’s face washed into a look of great satisfaction, a toothy grin replacing the malicious smirk he wore before. “See, that wasn’t so hard. There’s a good lad.”
He gripped his fist tight around Justin’s dick and began rubbing harder and faster than before until he was moving at blistering speeds. Justin’s face crumpled into a look as though he was having a seizure from the sparks bouncing through him and his hands clenched and unclenched as his legs trembled and stomped uncontrollably.
Then he felt it. The sensation he’d not had for so long, as his prostate began to tense and squeeze. He felt his balls begin to tingle and rise up towards his body as they pushed out their load, mixing it with the juices from inside him. His cock fiercely grew and convulsed and then –
Jack let go. He stopped moving his hand and just… let go. Justin’s world came crashing down as the sensations stopped so suddenly, but it was too late. A ghostly moan left Justin’s lips that crashed into a sputtering gasp.
“No – nonono, fuck no!” He stammered as his dick spurted out creamy, pearly jizz. He was left with an empty, hollow sensation that did nothing to satisfy his need to cum. If anything, it only made it all worse.
“Noooo…” He cried, having come so close and remained so far. Tears started rolling down his face at the realisation of what had occurred. Jack had stuck to his word; Justin did cum, but … it wasn’t worth his honeymoon.
Jack raised his foot to the weeping mouth and pushed his toes inside, pulling his phone out of his pocket. With a click, he took a photo of the red-faced Justin with a cable of cum drooling from his cock to a spattered puddle on the dusty wood floor, his suit trousers between his knees. He put his phone back, satisfied, and began fitting the chastity device back onto Justin.
“That wasn’t so bad. Pleasure doing business with you, Justin. Come on then, let’s get you dressed and married. Don’t want to ruin your big day.” Justin couldn’t do anything but comply. His whole world was broken, and the spark had left his eyes. With a dreary, distant look, he re-joined the wedding party.
Lisa came walking with cautious footsteps down the alter. She was wearing her boots, which shouldn’t have been much of a surprise but Justin had truly thought she’d wear something more appropriate for the event. To say that this was supposed to be her happiest day, she didn’t seem particularly thrilled.
As she reached the altar, bouquet of lilies, lilacs and lavender in hand, Justin got a whiff of the bouquet and seemed to relax just a little at the sight of her resplendent beauty in that lacy white dress.
Then, something else made its way into his nose. Something… strong, pungent, almost acidic. He noticed the way she was walking was a little odd. He hade a questioning look to her, and she whispered over to him quickly and quietly.
“Jack pissed in my boots. I think he’s going to be looking for you later.” She huffed.
“He’s already found me…” Justin muttered.
They said their ‘I do’s and proceeded to go out for shots with the photographer, then come back for a nice meal with their friends and family. From the back, Jack watched, smiling, waiting for it all to come crashing down. After the meal, Justin finally got a little time alone with her.
“Look… eh… I don’t know how to tell you, but Jack’s going on the honeymoon with you.”
“What?! I’m sorry, WHAT?!” She shouted. People started to arch their necks over to look at what the commotion was about.
“He… took off the cage and got me to cum, he ruined the orgasm…”
“Alright but what does that have to do with the honeymoon?”
“He made me trade it for…”
“You traded an orgasm for your honeymoon?” She hissed through her teeth, anger and fury stealing her expression from her beautiful made-up face. “Oh my fucking god, I’m sick of you. Fine – fine, I’ll go with Jack. Jesus Justin, I can’t believe you did this.” She tossed the bouquet to the floor.
“I’m going now. I’m just going to go with him now. I might as well have married him. He wouldn’t be such a little bitch. He knows how to treat me.” She stomped out, het boots stinking and squelching with every stormy step she took.
Justin could do nothing but stand there, sadness and disappointment growing on his face as the full weight of what was happening made itself known.
“Shit.” He muttered to himself as he watched her put her arm around Jack’s. He turned to him and dropped a smile and a wink before being led out the door with his wife.