Right of First Refusal
Hey everyone -- This is another cuckold story, more of a classic in the cuckold genre: humiliation, chastity, orgasm denial, cum eating, all of that. There's also a fair amount of sweat and foot fetish stuff, so if that's not your brand of vodka, be forewarned. I don't want to pigeonhole myself into just writing cuckold stuff -- that's not my plan and I definitely get tired of it at times -- but I'm game for it once in a while. As always, this is FANTASY -- it's larger than life, not meant to be totally realistic. All characters are older than 18 years old. And while it may be fantasy...let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
***
Erika got back from her run right around the time the sun was setting. In Acidalia in August that was late, but it was still downright hot: the city had baked beneath a wave of triple digit temperatures for two weeks now, although that was set to let up starting tomorrow.
Not today though. Today it had still been hot as hell, and Erika's olive skin glistened with sweat in the fiery, dying light as she stepped into the front hallway.
"I'm back, Darren," she said, and giggled. "Back and sweaty."
Darren could smell her as soon as he saw her, the sharp aroma of fresh sweat all down her toned athlete's body. Tucked between the tops of her ample breasts, just inside the rim of her sports bra, Darren could see the keys to both his and Thad's chastity cages winking at him.
Teasing him.
She was going to use one of those keys to unlock a cage tonight, but Darren was pretty sure it wouldn't be his. The knowledge felt like a punch in the gut, seeing her like this.
He handed her the large glass of ice water he knew she'd want. He didn't have to be told.
"Thanks babe," she said, took it from him, and downed a good portion of it in a few swallows. "Whew. That was a good run though. Just barely made it home in time too; that was a little extra motivation."
"What time is Thad supposed to be here?" Darren asked, and even he could hear the glumness in his voice.
The thought of Thad getting to enjoy her -- sweaty, just a bit messy, dressed in a sports bra and his favorite, *favorite* tight pink running shorts of hers -- bordered on being unbearable. He didn't know if Thad had a thing for workout clothes in the way Darren did, but he'd specifically requested a session with her post-workout.
Erika giggled again and downed the rest of the water, then handed the glass back to him. She kissed him.
"Don't sound so excited babe," she said, and glanced down at her phone. "We set it for 8:00, so he should be here any minute. I'm going to go throw on some makeup and get ready a bit -- could you go get the room ready for us?"
Darren swallowed hard, and nodded. He hated getting the room ready for her and her lovers. She knew it too.
"And..." she paused, cocked her head to one side in that incredibly cute way of hers, her jet-black ponytail tossed over one bare shoulder. "Why don't you get a blindfold, a spreader bar, and that open-mouthed gag while you're at it?"
Darren nodded, and his eyes dropped to her feet in her running shoes. He would've done just about anything to be able to kiss and lick and sniff her feet just now, one more pleasure Thad would get to enjoy instead.
"Yes Erika," he said.
She patted him on the head in a condescending way she knew he hated. "Good boy. I'll see you in a bit. If Thad rings the doorbell before I'm ready and down there, just let him in and be a good host, OK?"
"Yes Erika," he said, knowing better than to say anything else.
She crossed the entryway's tile floor and headed up the stairs, to their master bedroom, giving Darren a heartbreakingly-perfect view of her toned ass in those hot pink shorts as she made her way up the stairs.
He sighed and winced, trying to will his dick to calm down inside the confines of its metal cage. Then he turned and headed for the finished basement below the stairs.
They'd converted these two rooms to another bedroom and a dungeon when Erika had decided she wanted to do some videos and maybe take a few clients on as a dominatrix. She'd always had a dominant streak, and Darren had always belonged to her in the relationship, in every way possible. He didn't come from money, but she did: her dad had been partner at one of the most prestigious law firms in either Acidalia or Galena City. He hadn't had much experience with kinky sex but she did: this was actually her second round of working as a pro-domme, her first having occurred 15 years earlier in college. And no one knew who Darren was -- the nameless midlevel manager of an office supply store -- but everyone knew Erika: maybe half of their income came from her work as an influencer online and a podcast of hers -- History of AmErika -- on which she discussed the untold history of kink in America.
Most of the time, Darren thought, alighting into the basement bedroom and pulling a pair of clean sheets from the closet, her sessions with clients hadn't really bothered him. It was a cuckold-dynamic, sure, but it was hot: he usually hadn't been present for them, and she'd sometimes whisper details about them into his ear while they fucked each other's brains out later on. The arrangement satiated her thirst for more adventurous sex as well.
But with Thad, things had been different. He'd started as a client, of course, but Erika had developed more of a relationship with him than her others. And then, one night toward the end of June -- one of the first really hot days of the summer -- she'd changed the dynamic entirely.
"God," she'd said that night, making her way over to where he sat on the couch, a wine glass in her hand, and kicking her leather boots up into his lap. "I had to hit up that studio downtown to record a podcast episode today, but there's, like, no parking down there at all. I wound up walking all over downtown in this heat and my feet are killing me, babe."
She'd giggled then, in that insanely cute way of hers.
"You know what to do," she'd said, and Darren had; he'd unzipped her boots and began to knead her moist socks, relishing the sharp smell of them as he did.
He'd been rock hard then, he remembered now, and it felt like a slap in the face. That had been before she'd put him in chastity.
"You know, babe," she'd said then, sipping the wine and pursing her lips. "I've been thinking about this whole situation with you and Thad, and how he's kind of become something of another submissive to me. A little bit more than a regular client."
Darren had swallowed hard. "Yeah?" He'd asked. "It sure seems like there is a little...bit more there."
"There is," Erika had told him. "Not that anyone could ever replace you, my dear. But it's just that I didn't get into this pro-domme thing expecting to get into an actual cuckold relationship and...I think I have."
Darren had nodded, and he kept rubbing her feet. They'd talked about this possibility, of course. Things with client moving out of client-domme territory and into relationship territory. Darren had been OK with it.
At least in theory.
"And it's interesting to have two submissives serving me," Erika said, had said, raising the wine glass to the light and squinting at it, as if admiring its carmine hue. "But I kind of like it. I think it creates a little competition between you two."
Darren had blinked, her feet rubbing his hard cock through his pants now. "What do you mean?" He asked her.
"I mean, if I were to date a dominant man, there'd be no competition there," she'd told him. "You're as submissive as they come, my love, one of the things I really do adore about you. I think we work well for that reason. If I were to date a dominant man, I'd be looking for different things from both of you. But if I date another submissive?"
She'd shrugged, sipped the glass of wine.
A dagger of jealousy had found Darren's gut then.
"I've decided, I think, that full, satisfying orgasms are a finite resource for my submissive men," Erika said. "Meaning there are only so many to go around."
Darren had blinked, but her foot on his dick felt amazing just then, and the rising jealousy and horror in his gut was tinged with arousal now.
Maybe a little more than tinged with it. Maybe on fire with it.
"Maybe...maybe there's an allotted two orgasms per week," Erika had said. "And looking at it, you might think for yourself that that's one orgasm per week for each of you. But suppose someone gets the right of first refusal on both of them? Meaning, if they wanted to, they could take *both* full orgasms of the week for their own, and leave nothing for the other submissive? Wouldn't that be something?"
Darren had just about shot his load into his jeans right then, but she'd stopped rubbing at once, taken her feet away. She pulled her knees to her chest, set her chin on them, and gave him a searing, green-eyed look she'd paired with a wicked smile.
"I think that's how we're going to do it," she'd said. "I think maybe you should get used to spending some time in chastity, because I think you'll be in it quite a bit this summer."
The right of first refusal, Darren thought now, pulling the fresh fitted sheet onto the mattress and flinging the top sheet over it, was supposed to switch off between himself and Thad, depending on how impressed Erika was with their behavior that week. In practice, though, she'd given it to Thad each week she'd started playing this cruel game. She claimed it was because he was better at the tasks she assigned him, but Darren had his doubts. And anyway, *living* with Erika has her submissive husband came with all manner of other rules, things Darren could fuck up on that Thad simply couldn't. Each week she'd found something to fault him for, some chore he hadn't done -- or at least not to her satisfaction -- and given the right of first refusal to Thad. And each week, Thad had guiltlessly taken both orgasms for himself in his weekly session with Erika and Darren.
Darren tossed the comforter and the pillows back on the bed, then stepped back and surveyed the room. It was a basement room, but it still had a window, and the late-summer sunset stained the walls and the furniture in a fiery array of oranges and reds. There was still enough to see by, but Erika would want the candles lit too, he knew. He did that, then remembered she'd asked for the blindfold, spreader bar, and gag too.
He sighed at the memory.
The blindfold was a code between them: if she asked for it, it meant he wouldn't be allowed to watch what happened between her and Thad. Somehow, being able to hear -- but not see -- what Erika did with her other submissive was worse than not being present at all. If he was going to be in the room, he found himself craving the ability to at least watch.
He left the bedroom for the dungeon in the room adjacent. They kept most of their gear and toys here, and the items Darren needed would be in the closet behind the milking chair.
He shuddered, even just walking past the object. It was a bench affixed with a plank of wood at one end, set upright. There was a small hole in the plank, and Erika used it as something of a pillory for his cock. Darren had endured all his most frustrating ruined orgasms while strapped into the milking chair, endured all his worst cases of blue-balls there as Erika toyed, ever so lightly, with the most sensitive parks of his dick, while he was unable to move away at all.
He passed the object -- hoping *that* wouldn't come into play tonight at least -- and opened the closet door. He was pretty sure his next trip to the milking chair -- whenever it was -- wouldn't be tonight, at least.
He grabbed the items Erika had asked for and made his way back to the bedroom, then set them in a corner. He surveyed the room.
The bed was made, the candles were lit, Erika's favorite riding crop and a pair of handcuffs sat on the nightstand.
He sighed.
The doorbell rang.
***
Erika's husband opened the door, and again, Thad felt sort of smug. Not for the first time, he wondered if he was on his way to becoming a switch, given the fact that something about having a certain amount of power over Darren was kind of a rush. There was hierarchy, sure, and he was definitely Erika San Vrain's submissive, but he wasn't on the bottom of the pyramid.
That was kind of intoxicating.
The guy's face fell a bit when Thad crossed the threshold. Thad tried -- and failed -- to convince himself he didn't enjoy that at least a little.
"Evening Darren," he said, and smiled.
"Hello Thad," Darren said, and he swallowed hard. "Erika said you could wait in the bedroom. Can I...get you anything in the meantime?"
"Just a glass of water, I think," Thad said, and made his way toward the basement door. "It's still warm out there."
He crossed the entryway and opened the door to the basement, a now-familiar arousal rearing up in the pit of his stomach and making his hands shake on the banister, his blood hammer in his ears.
The bedroom looked as it always did: bed made, candles lit, a few toys on the nightstand. He swallowed hard in anticipation.
"Hello subby," Erika said from behind him and he turned to see her looking as beautiful as she ever had.
He could smell her too -- fresh sweat from a workout, the ragged tank-top she'd thrown over her sports bra still a bit damp. Her pink running shorts fell to the just the tops of her toned, tan thighs, and he could tell her black hair was still damp. Her green eyes glistened in the dying summer light, and it truly had been a long time since Thad had been this turned on.
"Hi Mistress," he said, as she approached him.
She grabbed his caged cock through his jeans with one hand, took his chin in her other. Then she kissed him hard, aggressive, on the lips.
"Mmmm," he said.
She reached around behind him and grabbed his ass, squeeze hard.
"Good to see you again, subby," she said, smiling. "I take it you're ready for some release?"
Thad eyed the keys on the tiny chain, alive with the fire of the sunset against her tan skin. He smiled.
"Yes Mistress," he said.
Behind her, over her right shoulder, Thad saw Darren enter the room and clear his throat. He had the glass of water Thad had asked for.
***
"Thanks bro," Thad said, and took the water out of Darren's hand, Erika's hand still grabbing a fistful of his ass. He took a drink.
"Thank you Darren," Erika said, turning to him now, hands on her hips. "Why don't you come over here, stand next to Thad for me? We can talk about orgasms and who is getting one tonight, or maybe two."
Darren sighed and did as she said, aware -- as he always was, standing next to Thad -- of the guy's size and athletic build, the tone of his muscles, and his sharper, more handsome features. Erika liked to do this, have them side-by-side so she could do a comparison.
"All right," she said. "Well. It's been another good week for Thad, of course, so you get the right of first refusal: what do you want? One orgasm or two?"
Darren kept his eyes on Erika's shoes so as not to see the smirk he knew had curled across Thad's lips next to him.
"Two, Mistress," he said.
"Two," Erika said. "All right, Darren, that means no full orgasm for you this week. Full orgasms are a finite resource for submissives, unfortunately. I'd say I don't make the rules but..."
She shrugged, and smiled.
"I guess I literally did," she said, and snapped her fingers. "All right. Out of those clothes. Now."
Darren sighed again, knew this would happen. He slipped off his shirt, then undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor as well, stepped out of them.
He hesitated -- as he usually did -- before he dropped his boxers. Dick size wasn't everything, of course -- far from it -- but he'd *always* been self-conscious about the size of his penis. He knew it wasn't even average. And he knew how much Erika loved to compare it to other cocks.
He paused a split-second too long, then looked up to find Erika's emerald gaze fixed on him, her eyebrows raised as if she were asking him if he really wanted to take this long following an order.
He didn't.
He pulled down his pants and stood next to them -- both clothed -- his small penis imprisoned in one of the shortest steel chastity cages Erika had been able to find online. That wasn't just out of cruelty -- that was out of necessity. His penis really was that small.
"Always stunning to see the side-by-side comparison," Erika said, arms crossed over her chest, narrowing her eyes and pretending to examine both men before her. "All right, Darren, you're going to be blindfolded and gagged tonight, and we're going to stick you in that corner right over there, strapped into the spreader bar. Got it?"
Darren nodded. "Yes Erika."
Erika smiled a wicked smile.
"Good," she said. "Let's get things started. Oh...wait. Before I forget..."
She slipped the thin chain over her head and selected one of the keys.
"Drop your pants, Thad," she said, but he was already undoing his belt. "Figure you probably want as much time out of the cage as you can get, right?"
"Mmm yes Mistress," he said, as she took his caged, larger penis in her small hands and turned the key in the lock. "Thank you Mistress."
He was half-hard by the time she even got the cage off.
"Feel good to get that off?" She asked, as she set the cage on the nightstand, and opened a drawer in the stand.
"Yes Mistress," Thad told her.
Erika took a small bottle of lube from the drawer and poured some of it into her palm, rubbed her hands together to get it warmed up. Then she gripped his dick and gave him one long, slow stroke, twisted her hand as she reached the head of his penis.
Thad buried his face in the sweaty hollow of her collar bone and groaned.
Darren wanted to burst into flames. He knew *exactly* how good it felt when Erika did that to your dick. Exactly.
She took Thad's chin in her other than then, and looked him in the eyes.
"You can play with yourself *slowly*," she told him. "I don't want you anywhere near finishing, you hear me? And you do *not* cum without my permission, OK?"
"Yes Mistress," Thad said. "I'm just glad to be able to touch myself."
Darren's eyes ran down Erika's body, from her shoulder where Thad had just put his face and inhaled the smell of her skin and sweat, down her back, her ample hips and her perfect, runner's ass in those tight, tiny gym shorts.
His cock throbbed in its cage.
She turned now and looked back at him.
"All right," she said. "And as for you...come here."
She led him over to the spreader bar and had him kneel on it. The contraption was really just a single bar with ankle and wrist restraints next to each other. It forced the wearer into an uncomfortable kneeling position, with each wrist bound next to each ankle. The end result was that the wearer wound up resting a fair amount of their weight on one side of their face, pressed into the floor.
Erika had him kneel with his wrists and ankles in place, then strapped him in, pulled the buckles tight.
"All right," she said, and he felt her hair brush his back now as she reached over him, a light, teasing touch. "Open up."
After a moment's hesitation, he did as she asked, and she slipped the o-ring gag into his mouth. The metal ring forced his mouth open wide.
"And finally..." she said, then wrapped the bandana across his eyes from behind.
It was really only adding insult to injury at this point: she'd put him a corner anyway. There was no way he could have turned to see the rest of the room, but it was the principle of the thing, he thought, as she tied the cloth tight at the back of his head.
He now quite literally couldn't move at all, couldn't see, couldn't close his mouth.
She gave him one sharp, hard smack to the bare ass, and he jumped -- or tried to, at least; jumped as much as he could, strapped down as he was.
"Good boy," she said, then he felt her stand and heard her make her way back across the room.
"All right," she said to Thad, and giggled. "Where were we?"
There were the small, wet sounds of a kiss and Thad felt helplessness seize him, made him want to scream -- but of course, he couldn't even do that, with the gag in his mouth.
"Ohhhhh God," Thad said behind him. "That feels so fucking good Mistress, thank you."
She laughed out loud now. "Of course," she said. "Let's get you a pair of orgasms tonight."
***
Thad wasn't sure why watching Erika put Darren in the spreader bar -- complete with the gag and the blindfold -- turned him on so much, but it had. There was something so deliciously wrong about all of this -- Erika San Vrain was not his wife at all; she was not married to him. Yet she'd just chosen him over her husband -- in fact, had just tied her husband up and left him in a corner so that she could get him off. Twice. And in doing so, he'd effectively denied Darren a satisfying release, stolen a full orgasm from him.
He paused, slowed down in stroking his dick, because that thought alone was going to send him over the edge.
Erika broke off her kiss; she'd been standing on her tip-toes but she had her heels on the floor now. Still wearing those running shoes too.
"Come here, subby," she said, and sat on the edge of the bed.
She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. Thad didn't need to be told twice; he knelt at her feet.
"Get these shoes off of me, subby," she said. "I ran a good, long ways tonight and my feet could use some attention."
"Yes Mistress," Thad said, and picked up her left foot in the shoe.
The shoes were old -- or, rather, Erika had put them through a lot. She stuck to a workout routine she pursued with almost religious zeal, and running was a big part of it. These shoes were beat up and dirty, and Thad could smell them from here, musky canvas and fabric tinged with the reek of Erika's fresh sweat.
He undid the laces, but she stopped him before he could take her shoe off completely.
"Put your nose right in there," she said, pointing to the small space between her ankle and the wall of the shoe. "Breathe deep. I want you to really inhale that stink."
Thad swallowed hard, the heartbeat in his ears deafening now, and did as she asked. The aroma was strong -- strong enough to make his eyes water -- and, if possible, he felt his hard dick strain even harder into his hand. He tried to lift his head away, but she pushed him back down, mashing his nose between her shoe and her heel.
"Nope," she said. "You asked for me just after a workout, and that's what you're getting. No going back on that now."
Thad swallowed and took a few more deep breaths before she did finally let him take his face away from her shoe. His nose and cheeks were slick with her sweat. He slid off her shoe, then moved to the other one.
The smell overpowering now, so much so, Thad thought with another unexpected rush of delicious schadenfreude, that Darren could probably smell it from his corner. Erika had told him once that nothing made Darren more jealous than her lovers playing with her feet. Thad definitely had a thing for feet -- just like Darren did -- and not clean feet either. Erika's feet right now might have been the most perfect, filthy, sweaty pair of feet he'd ever come across.
The fact that Darren was just close enough to know what he was missing out on almost sent Thad over the edge of orgasm again.
"Mmmm, rub them subby," Erika said from above him. "They're sore after all that running."
"Of course, Mistress," he said, and began to knead at her soles through the damp fabric of her socks.
"Mmmmm God," Erika said; she'd been propped up on her elbows on the bed, but she fall back onto her back now, and sighed. "Feels so good. Thank you subby. You give the best foot rubs out of anyone I've ever met."
She'd said that, Thad knew, for Darren's benefit, but it was still hot as hell. She rolled her ankle in his hands, scrunched her toes. Thad kissed the bottoms of her feet, put his nose between her toes through her sock.
"Take those socks off too," Erika said from above him, making a show of being in a stoned state of bliss. "And why don't you start licking my feet too."
"Licking them Mistress?" Thad asked, as he slipped off her damp socks.
"Yes subby," she said, and propped herself back up onto her elbows. "Don't you want to mark your territory? If my poor, desperate, foot fetishist husband were to kiss or sniff my feet afterwards, it would only be the smell of your spit he'd get."
Thad actually cackled at that, but for some reason it was an extremely hot thought. He hadn't licked Erika's feet before, but he wasn't about to pass up on the opportunity now. He put his tongue to her heel then licked all the way up her sole, to the top of her toes, relishing the saltiness of it all.
"Between the toes, subby," she said, and Thad complied without thinking, slipped his tongue between her toes one after the other, then sucked them.
It took a few moments before he looked up and saw her propped on one elbow, staring down at him with a wicked grin. She had her other hand shoved into those delightful pink, tight gym shorts, and Thad could see the movement of her fingers there.
"Mmmm something about weak men debasing themselves in front of me always got me hot," she said. "Although, to be fair, you aren't the weakest man in the room. Get that tongue up higher, bitch. I want you working your way up to my pussy."
Thad complied, running his tongue along the inside of one delicious, muscular thigh. The skin there was slick and salty with sweat too, and the closer he got up to the hems of her shorts, the more he could smell the musky aroma of her sweaty, dripping pussy.
She kept her hands in her shorts, fingering herself.
"Ah fuck," she whispered. "All right. Get these fucking shorts off me, subby. I'm going to make sure you wake up with a sore tongue tomorrow."
***
Darren sighed, more conscious than ever of his penis trapped in the chastity cage, dangling, useless, between his legs. He tested the spreader bar's restraints, tried to move even a little -- just to see if he could -- but the device prevented him from even doing that.
Every now and then he could smell Erika -- her feet, her sweat, then the overpowering aroma of her arousal -- and it made all of this so much worse. She'd had Thad worship her feet before, and she was right: nothing drove him wild with jealousy quite like another submissive getting to appreciate his wife's beautiful feet. He *loved* her feet. Kissing and licking and sniffing her feet felt intimate for them, a way to relax and enjoy one another at the end of a long day. A way for him to show his submissiveness to her, demonstrate his role.
She knew that, of course. It's why getting cucked by a submissive who also loved feet was an absolute stinger of jealousy-mixed-with-arousal.
And frustration. Definitely frustration. Again, Thad thought he might burst into flames, stuck here in this corner, in this uncomfortable position, blindfolded, listening to Thad enjoy submitting to his hot-as-fuck dominant wife. Fuck, he wasn't even just listening to it -- he was smelling it all too.
Once again, he was pretty sure he'd never felt this helpless in all his life before. Helpless, frustrated, impotent, utterly submissive.
He couldn't so much as grit his teeth against that frustration as he listened to Erika's sultry moans get louder and louder while Thad ate her pussy. He could feel his frustrated, tortured dick leak precum through the cage though, desperate and unable to do anything else.
***
Erika got onto her knees and gave Thad a perfect view of her muscular, round ass and strong thighs stretching her shorts to the absolute limit.
"Take those shorts down, subby," she gasped, one hand still toying with herself in front of her. "Now."
"Yes Mistress," he said, and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down.
He could smell her ass and her pussy stronger than ever now, musky, aromatic, sweat mixed with arousal. He paused stroking himself, not wanting to cum without permission.
"Nose in my ass, tongue on my pussy," she said, between heavy breaths.
Thad complied, and pressed his face to her sweaty, warm ass cheeks, stuck out his tongue, and found her pussy. Then he started licking, fast and hard.
"Fuck yes," Erika said, and let out a moan that turned into a high squeal. "Fuck YES. Eat that fucking pussy that owns you, bitch."
Thad did as she leaned back against his face, ground his nose deeper into her ass, against her asshole. He breathed in, and there was only her aroma, thick and strong enough to make his eyes water again.
"Don't FUCKING stop," she said, and pounded a fist into bed's comforter in front of her. "Oh goddammit fucking YES."
Thad didn't fucking stop. He didn't even fucking stop when she gripped his head with her thighs hard enough to make him see stars and he felt her entire body shiver and then she came with a primal scream that the neighbors certainly would have been able to hear, had they not been in the basement bedroom.
She collapsed onto the bed in front of him and pushed him away, breathing deep and fast, her body soaked in fresh sweat all over again.
"Holy...fuck," she whispered, eyes closed. "God that was good."
She snapped her fingers, eyes still closed, and pointed to her ass. Thad crawled up behind her and parted her sweaty ass cheeks now, then began to lick her there too.
"Mmmm deeper, subby," she said sleepily from above him, and Thad pushed his tongue deeper, flicking against her puckering asshole as he did. "That feels good."
He kept licking, speeding up, his face pressed deep against the toned muscle of her ass cheeks, breathing in the sweat and smell of her ass and loving it.
"Get all that sweat out of there," she said, pushing his head deeper against her ass and rubbing herself against his whole face now. "Don't make me regret giving you the right of first refusal this week."
Thad snickered at that. He kept going, and although he knew his tongue would be sore tomorrow, he didn't say anything or protest at all.
Eventually, Erika rolled over and sighed.
"All right, subby," she said. "I guess we should get you an orgasm, shouldn't we?"
"If you want to, Mistress," Thad said, still on his knees at the foot of the bed.
"I think you've earned it," she said, and rolled over to open the drawer in the nightstand, the same one where she'd kept the lube. Thad couldn't see what was in her hand at first, and then it registered: a pair of sheer black nylons.
She scooted over onto the one side of the bed and patted the other side next to her.
"Climb up," she said. "Head at my feet."
Thad did as she asked, his heart pounding again.
"Hands off your cock," Erika said. "I want them at your side."
"Yes Mistress," he said, and did as she asked.
She put her feet -- bare now, but still sweaty and still very fragrant -- on his face. Then she took his cock in her hands and began to stroke it.
"Ohhhh fuck," Thad whispered into her soles, inhaling their stench, his dick disappearing into Erika's firm grip. "God that feels so fucking good...so...fucking...good."
Erika giggled. "Just wait."
She slipped the nylons over his penis and balls, encasing them in the sheer fabric. It increased the friction by a million times or so; even the slightest movement now was titillating, all those fibers brushing against the most sensitive part of his body.
"Oh fucking God," he whispered.
"You don't have permission to cume yet," Erika said, and put his nose between her toes. "Not yet, so you better tell me if you're getting close."
"Yes...yes Mistress."
She gave him slow strokes for a few minutes then, letting him really enjoy it, bringing him close to the edge, closer than he'd ever been without cumming. He gritted his teeth and gripped the comforter beneath him hard enough to turn his knuckles white, hard enough -- he feared -- to put holes in the fabric.
Above him, Erika snickered.
"These were from a lingerie set Darren bought me once," she said. "Glad they're getting some use now."
The thought was too much. The thought was far, far too much. Knowing Darren had bought these for Erika, hoping to see her in them, hoping to *enjoy* her in them himself...and now here she was, willingly jerking Thad off with them while Darren remained locked and blindfolded in the corner...
"Please, please...please," he said, voice rising in desperation now. "Please, can I cum Mistress?"
"You may," she said, and it was good she did, just then.
He exploded into the nylons, screamed as he did, his entire cock lit up with sensation from the stocking's fibers, all his senses full of the smell of Erika's feet.
He rode the high for a few seconds longer and then heaved a massive sigh his breath finally slowing as Erika slipped the cum-filled nylon stocking off his dick.
He looked up and she smiled at him.
"How was that subby?" She asked.
"That was...goddamn, Mistress," Thad said, and fell back against the bed, exhausted. "That was truly fucking amazing."
"Good," Erika said, scooping up the nylons, careful not to spill any of the cum. "You deserved it."
She stood from the bed, nylons in hand, and Thad turned so that he was now seated with his head at the top of the bed now, resting against the pillows. He sipped the water on the nightstand and took in the perfection of Erika's bare ass as she made her way across the room to the corner where her cuckold remained locked.
***
Darren knew it was coming, but the stink and taste of Thad's cum was still a shock when Erika literally rubbed his face in it. He gave a yelp of surprise -- or as best he could around the ring gag keeping his mouth in a perpetual O shape.
"Here you go, cucky," she said. "A little something for you too, just so you don't feel left out."
She pressed the cum-soaked nylon against his nose and mouth, then pulled it tight, and tied it at the back of his head, just like she'd done the bandana over his eyes.
"I'm not taking that off until you've got all that cum sucked up," she said from above him. "And there's a lot of it. He didn't get to cum for a week. So start licking."
She put her foot on the back of his head, ground his nose into the puddle of cum. Darren groaned, put his tongue out through the ring, tasted the salty cum, and gagged.
Erika snickered above him, then gave him another very hard smack on the ass. He jumped, smeared some of the cum across his nose, and winced.
***
Erika bounced onto the bed next to Thad as he set the glass of water back down on the nightstand.
"Do you think he's used to the smell and taste of cum yet?" He asked.
Erika shrugged. "If he's not, he will be eventually."
Thad nodded, thought about this, stared at the handprint on Darren's upturned, defenseless bare ass. "So he just hasn't cume since late June, since I've been getting the right of first refusal?"
"He's had releases," Erika said, smiling now. "They've just been varying degrees of...disappointing for him."
She too looked at Darren's ass in the corner.
"Remember, it's *satisfying* orgasms that are the finite resource," she said. "So he could still get a ruined orgasm, and that's what I've been doing. Some of them are more enjoyable than others for him, and that's based on his behavior during the week. I've also started scaling them back. He's now down to a release twice a month, instead of every week. I'd like to get to once a month."
Thad raised his eyebrows and thought about how one ruined orgasm a month would feel. "I don't think I could handle that," he said.
"He said the same thing," Erika said, and tossed her sweaty black hair over one shoulder. "I like to tell him no one ever died from not cumming."
"That's very wise, Mistress," Thad said.
She shot him a savage wink.
"Really though," she said. "I've been trying to find the most unsatisfying, most frustrating and maybe the most painful way possible to ruin his orgasm. I'd like to perfect the art so he knows I can do that to him if he really messes up."
Thad let out a low whistle. He didn't want to enjoy this conversation as much as he was.
Maybe he really wasn't a full submissive, maybe he did have switch tendencies.
"Is that what that chair-pillory thing in the other room is for?" He asked.
"The chair...oh, the milking chair," Erika said. "Yeah, he's not a fan of that. Kind of a torture device. Actually..."
She had a strand of hair curled around her finger, one of her cute absent-minded habits when she was thinking about something.
"He *is* due for a release, since it's been two weeks," she said, and cast a contemplative gaze at Darren's upturned bare ass again. "Would you like to see him get a ruined orgasm in the milking chair? You can have your second one after that. I just thought you might like to see how the other half lives, you know."
Again with the evil wink.
Thad felt arousal stir in his gut, shoot through his groin. He couldn't tell if it had been that wink or the thought of watching Darren get an unsatisfying, frustrating ruined orgasm in the milking chair that did it for him, though.
"Yeah," he said. "That sounds great."
"Awesome," Erika said, and bounced off the bed.
***
Darren groaned into the puddle of cum in the nylons, couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The milking chair. After two weeks in chastity, it was all going to end with a ruined orgasm in the milking chair.
And Thad was going to get to watch all of it.
Erika undid the ties binding him to the spreader bar, then untied the blindfold from his eyes, and removed the cum-soaked nylon from his face.
She looked at it and laughed.
"Well," she said. "It's not an A+ cum eating job, but it's better than nothing."
She undid the gag too, then snapped her fingers.
"Up," she said.
Darren stood, glad to be able to do so, stretching his back and legs while he did.
"You heard what we're going to do next right?" Erika asked, and a teasing smile he knew too well had returned to her lips.
Darren nodded, defeated. "Yes Mistress."
"Good," she said. "Let's get you to the milking chair."
He followed her and Thad into the next room, where Thad took a seat on the couch against the wall opposite the chair itself.
"Now subby," she said to Thad as he sat down. "Feel free to stroke that cock of yours, but again, you need to ask my permission to cum. Understand?"
Thad nodded. "Yes Mistress."
"And as for you," Erika said, and turned to Darren. "You know what to do."
She nodded to the chair. Darren sighed, but stopped it as soon as he could when he caught sight of the look on Erika's face.
He straddled the bench, then put his arms up, draped his wrists over the bar that crossed the upright wooden plank, forming a T shape. Erika strapped him into the restraints there, pinning his wrists at eye level.
"Scoot forward," she said, and he did; she reached forward and pulled his caged penis through the small hole in the plywood, lined with fabric to avoid cutting him.
Even so, though -- and even in the cage -- it was always a squeeze. It was meant to be a squeeze. It was supposed to be difficult to get in and out of. And now, with both cock and balls on the other side of the pillory-like device, and with his wrists restrained, Darren felt even more helpless than he had in the bedroom, tied to the spreader bar.
"Wow," he heard Thad say from the couch. "He's really stuck."
"Yeah, I think that's his least favorite thing about it," Erika said. "Although...there are many, aren't there?"
She ruffled his hair.
"Yes Mistress," he said, dutiful as ever.
"All right," she said, and slipped the necklace over her head again, then knelt in front of Darren's caged cock. She put the key in the lock and slipped the cage off.
Darren couldn't help himself: he closed his eyes and sighed. This close to Erika he couldn't keep from getting hard either.
"Awwe," she said, and ruffled his hair again. "I bet that feels good."
"Yes Mistress," he said.
Against his will, Darren felt his dick grow hard -- rock hard -- searching for something -- anything -- to get off on, but there was only the empty air.
Thad snickered.
"I see what you mean about his...size," he said from behind Erika.
"Oh...yeah," Erika called over her shoulder as she entered the bedroom to retrieve the lube. She returned, squirted a small amount of it into one palm and rubbed her hands together. "He's definitely a bit smaller down there than most."
Darren would have been embarrassed, except for the fact that Erika then closed her warm, lubed-up hand around his penis, and it felt so extremely good -- so beyond heavenly -- that he could only close his eyes and let out a long, shuddering breath.
Erika giggled.
"Feel good baby?" She asked as she gave him one long, slow stroke.
"Yes," he said, but it was an understatement; it didn't just feel good. It was setting of starbursts across the surface of his brain.
She took her hand away, leaving his lubed-up penis frustrated, hard and useless in the open air.
"So normally when I do this, I try to give him as little friction as possible," Erika said to Thad, who was still stroking himself on the couch. "It makes it extremely frustrating for him, because it keeps him aroused just enough to really crave an orgasm, but it's nowhere near enough to have a satisfying finish. It's basically the exact opposite of the nice, fulfilling hand-job I just gave you."
She ran the tip of one finger along the underside of his penis, so light it could have been a breeze.
It was maddening. It was as if she were simply blowing on an itch that needed to be scratched, just teasing it. Darren hissed out his breath through gritted teeth.
"Wow," Thad said. "That sounds frustrating as fuck."
"Yeah," Erika said, and smiled at Darren. "It is. And he's mad at me now because this was how he got drained two weeks ago too, and he's just been in chastity ever since."
She giggled.
"Plus, I usually only do this as a punishment, and he's been pretty good," she said. "But like I said, I'm working on the art of the perfect, most torturous ruined orgasm. And I wanted to show you how it's done, subby."
"I appreciate the demonstration," Thad said, giving his own cock a few long, satisfying strokes.
Erika tapped the underside of Darren's penis a few times, lightly, quickly, enough to make him crave -- enough to make him *need* -- more. His dick twitched, jumped, moved without his intent, craving something -- anything -- more than it was getting.
"The other thing about this that's fun," Erika said, "or, fun for me, is that he can't thrust when he's stuck in the chair."
She stopped tapping his penis and instead took it in her hand in a very loose grip, encircled it just enough to give the illusion of penetration.
Darren hated this more than anything else, sometimes.
"Mistress please..." he whispered.
Erika giggled. Darren's dick bounced up and down in the loose grip of Erika's hands, a grip much too large for a dick as small as Darren's.
"How long do you usually do this for?" Thad asked from the couch.
"Maybe 15 or 20 minutes," Erika asked, and smiled. "It depends on how much I want to torment him. He's usually begging to quit after a few minutes. He hits a point, oftentimes, where he's just begging for the ruin, just because he wants it to be over, psychologically."
She paused, let Darren's cock twitch a bit more in her hand.
A few more minutes passed during which Erika simply moved her index finger in the smallest of circles in the sensitive spot just beneath the head of Darren's penis. He wanted desperately to escape, to pull out of the pillory, to rip his hand down from the binding and give himself the kind of full, tight, satisfying strokes Thad was enjoying right now.
Instead there was only Erika's soft teasing, the maddening, excruciating faintest of touches. He was breathing faster now, desperate, his cock leaking a long strand of precum.
"Let's see, what else can we do..." Erika said. "Oh yeah. As an ass guy, this one always gets him."
She turned, took his penis, and pressed it against her hip and the side of her ass. Darren whimpered. He could feel the movement of her muscle just beneath his cock and he wanted -- more than he'd wanted anything in a very long time -- to rub and stroke and rub and stroke and rub his dick against her gorgeous ass until he exploded all over it.
"I've also been trying this..." Erika said, and knelt in front of Darren, then took his penis and put it, lightly, between her ass cheeks.
Darren moaned, tortured. It was all there -- the warmth of her skin, the toned flesh of her ass, the tightness he knew, *knew* he'd be able to feel if *only* he could just thrust forward.
Erika sighed and then laughed. She put her chin in one hand and looked up at Thad, still on her knees, with Darren's cock resting uselessly just between her ass cheeks.
"Subby, could you run into the next room and get that small wine glass from the nightstand?" She asked. "Should just be in the drawer there."
"Yes Mistress," Thad said, and got up from the couch.
Erika spun around and sighed. Then she gave the underside of Darren's dick another long, teasing single-finger stroke.
"I think you know what that's for," she told him.
Darren swallowed hard. He did.
"Mistress please," he whispered.
Erika smiled as Thad came back in the room, handed her the glass. "Awe. Mistress please what? What do you really think is going to happen here, cucky, other than that you're going to get a frustrating, unsatisfying orgasm, you're going to eat it, and then you're going back into chastity while my other submissive enjoys the full orgasm he stole from you? Do you see this ending any other way?"
"I..." Darren began, but didn't know how to finish that sentence, because he knew she was right.
She had the glass under his hard, desperate penis now, and it was already collecting precum. She quickened the pace of the tiny circles she made with her fingertip now on the underside of his cock, and Darren knew he was close. He took one long breath, held it, and exhaled in a ragged stream.
He was so close. He needed more. Just a bit more, just maybe a few good, strong, tight strokes, that would be enough to...
Erika took her hand away, and Darren's cock bounced helplessly up and down against the glass.
Erika got close to his penis -- so close he thought maybe she might kiss him again -- but all she did was blow on the head of his cock.
It was enough. Between that slight touch and the thought of Erika taking him in her mouth, it was enough. Darren's orgasm dribbled uselessly into the wine glass, two weeks stuck in a chastity cage gone. His penis strained, twitched, desperate for a touch -- literally any touch at all -- but there was nothing. He screwed his eyes shut against the agony of it, the vain effort of his tortured dick to pump out a satisfying orgasm, the sharp pain in his balls at the same time.
Erika gave a satisfied sigh.
"Awe," she said, as the last of his cum dribbled down the side of the wine glass. "That never gets old."
She gave the underside of his penis another slight touch, and it was enough -- in that sensitive state -- to set him off again, the tortured attempts at muscle spasms wracking his body as more cum slipped into the glass, molasses-slow. This one was almost worse. The second ones often times were.
"Well," Erika said, still holding the glass under Darren's penis, but turning to Thad. "What'd you think?"
Thad laughed. "I think I'm glad I'm not him."
"Yeah," Erika said, and finally took the glass away from Darren's tortured cock now, then stood. "I bet."
Darren had to cum still. *Had* to. The ruined orgasm had brought him no relief, as they almost never did; all it had done was cast a spotlight, a giant, blinking, neon sign, on the fact that he was desperate to have some sort of satisfying relief.
His deflating penis was not up for the task though, he knew.
Erika kissed him on the lips, long and slow, sensual. Arousing.
"Good job, baby," she whispered.
She patted him on the cheek.
"You know what's next," she said. "Open up."
Darren knew it would be useless to resist. She'd trained him better than that. He opened his mouth, albeit not all the way.
It was enough for Erika though. She put the glass to his lips and tipped it, sending the dregs of Darren's unsatisfying, tortured orgasm down his throat. Darren gagged on it at first -- the salty bite of it was strong -- but forced it down.
"Good boy," she said, and kissed him, then set the glass beneath his drooping penis now. "Just in case there's anything left over."
She turned to Thad now, and all Darren could think about was having his dick pressed between her divine ass cheeks.
"All right, subby," she said, and sighed. "My winner of the right of first refusal this week. You look like you're ready for round two, yes?"
Thad smiled.
"Yes Mistress," he said, hand still on his hard cock.
"Good," she said, and sighed. "I'd like at least one more orgasm out of you first, of course, but I'm sure you knew that. I also need a shower now, for real, after that run and playing for a bit."
She slipped out of her bra and shirt.
"Care to join me?" She asked.
"Yes Mistress," Thad said, still grinning.
"Perfect," she said, and took his hand, pulling him up from the couch.
She paused then, kissed Darren once more.
"I think you're going to stay here," she said. "I'll be back in a bit and then we can get you back in your cage. Sound good?"
Darren only groaned.
Erika and Thad laughed at that, then made their way up the stairs and out of the basement.
Maybe it was the contours of the house or the thinness of the walls, but Darren was able to hear when they came, and Erika did indeed get more than one more orgasm out of the deal.
- Darren noticed the keys to both his and Thad's chastity cages tucked between Erika's sports bra, a clear indication of her plans for the night.
- Erika teased Darren by mentioning the use of a key to unlock a chastity cage, hinting that it wouldn't be his this time.
- The thought of Thad enjoying Erika, especially after her workout, was unbearable for Darren, who was currently in chastity.
- Darren was tasked with gathering a blindfold, a spreader bar, and an open-mouthed gag for Erika's use, an additional act of humiliation.
- Erika had developed a closer relationship with Thad, turning him into more than just a client, and Thad often got the right of first refusal for both of their weekly orgasms.