Locked Him

Locked Him

 

An Erotic Male Chastity Novel

Janson Wooding

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Locked Him

 

Copyright © 2025 Janson Wooding

 

First Edition

 

All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher.

 

 

A Wood and Iron Press Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

 

 

About the Author

 

Chapter 1

 

“It’s a shame you’re married.”

“My wife doesn’t think so.”

Caleb looked across the table at Nilla. It had been a productive meeting at the restaurant. He hated doing sales calls, but management insisted he was the only one with the technical knowledge their clients demanded. The real salespeople had already left, or were at the bar getting drunk in celebration of a successful contract agreement, leaving him and Nilla at the table. Alone.

He had playfully flirted with her through the meeting because he was bored. The sale was already made. The salesmen and buyers just wanted an expensive lunch on the company’s dime. Plus they wanted to get drunk.

“If I was your wife, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.” Nilla smiled and leaned forward. She propped her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand. She knew what she was doing. It was easy for Caleb to look down her shirt. It wasn’t unbuttoned to a scandalous degree, but she was well-endowed and resting her tits on the tabletop accentuated her cleavage. 

He appreciated that.

Caleb nodded, lifted his glass in salute to her, drank what little was left, and said, “It is a beautiful site.” He wasn’t above a playful pun.

“You like what you see?”

“Yes.”

“Would your wife be upset if you saw more?”

Now Caleb gave her a knowing grin and a half-hearted chuckle. “Unfortunately, my heart—and everything else—belong to her.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Would she be upset if you saw more of me?”

Caleb didn’t want to lie, but the flirting wasn’t going to go anywhere.

“Upset? No. Probably not.” He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth.

“What an open-minded wife!” Nilla’s expression was now a combination of lust and conniving. “Would she be upset if we got a room somewhere and—”

Caleb cut her off. “That’s not going to happen,” he said firmly.

“I love a challenge.”

He couldn’t help himself. In his heart, Caleb was a terrible flirt. “You aren’t up to this challenge.”

Moving quickly, Nilla changed seats across the table from Caleb to sitting next to him at the corner. Under the table she rested her hand on his thigh.

Caleb didn’t pull away. There was no real danger from Nilla.

“I’m up to any challenge,” she said boldly.

“Are you going to give me a handjob right now under the table?” he challenged her.

“No. Of course not. We’re not in high school and this isn’t the homecoming dance. We’ll get a room at the hotel next door.”

“Even if we were to do that,” said Caleb, “you’d be sadly disappointed.”

Nilla leaned in, exposing her cleavage again, and whispered in his ear. “I seriously doubt that.” 

She moved her hand from his leg to his crotch. Her smile broadened and her eyes lit up when she felt his hardness. 

“That is not a disappointment.”

“That’s not me,” he said easily.

Nilla chuckled. “What? Do you have an artificial dick?”

“No, but…” He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. Her presence and groping were making him physically uncomfortable. “I can’t have sex with you.”

“Sure you can. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Caleb shook his head. “Yeah…no.”

“I’ll do anything,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m a very bad girl.”

“I got that impression. But the only way we’re going to have sex is if we do it in front of my wife.”

That caused Nilla to genuinely laugh. She pulled back from him, removing her hand from between his legs. “You’re crazy,” she said, smirking. “But you aren’t going to get me to go away just by saying that.”

Putting on his most serious face, Caleb said, “I’m serious. Ameilia won’t mind. She’ll be into it. She’s a big voyeur and a bit of a cuckquean if I’m being honest.”

“What the fuck’s a cuckquean?” Nilla blurted out then shook her head. “Wait a second. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to sound stupid. Is that just a female cuckold with a weird pronunciation?”

“That’s it exactly.”

“You and your wife have a fucked up relationship.” Nilla knew she sounded judgmental, but she didn’t know how else to react.

Caleb shrugged. “We don’t cheat on each other, so it solves a lot of problems.”

Nilla lowered her voice. “But you just said you’d have sex with me…in front of her.”

“And that’s not cheating,” he clarified. “I’m not lying to her. She and I are allowed to have sex with other people.”

That was something Nilla could grab onto. “Oh! You have an open relationship.”

“Something like that.”

Nilla shook her head. “Okay. I can’t get into that. Thanks for the warning.” She pulled back from him.

Her actions confused Caleb. “You wanted to fuck me only if I was going to cheat on my wife?” he questioned her.

“I don’t want to get entangled in…complex relationship dynamics,” she said. 

With a shrug, Caleb relaxed. “It’s not for everyone.”

 

“You’ll never guess what happened at work today,” Caleb said to his wife as she stood in front of the stove stirring a pot. Though she worked a full time job like he did, Ameilia still made dinner every night of the week. It was her other hobby, besides her primary one, and it made her happy.

“You made a sale even though you didn’t want to go to the meeting. I’m telling you, Cal, you’re very good at sales.”

“But I hate it. I’d rather be in a private office not dealing with anyone. But that’s not what happened at work.”

“You didn’t make a sale?” she suggested. “That’s hardly noteworthy.” She added some flaked spice to the pot and stirred some more.

“Let me cut to the chase. Nilla made a pass at me.”

His wife gave him a glance. “And what did you say?” She added some other spice to the pot, stirred, and tasted the contents of the dish.

“I told her that unless she wanted to fuck me in front of my wife, I would have to politely decline.”

“Good boy,” she complimented him. “Ready for dinner?”

“Can I fuck her?” he asked, just to see her reaction.

“Only if you bring her home to meet me and I get to watch,” she confirmed.

 

Nilla: Please text me at this number:

Nilla: XXX-587-1597

 

The call came on his work cell phone. Caleb had his suspicions but he couldn’t resist the request. He texted the number she gave him on his personal cell phone.

 

Caleb: Is this your private cell, Nilla?

 

She responded in a few seconds.

 

Nilla: Yes.

 

The three dots appeared indicating she was composing a message, but he quickly sent another before she could complete hers.

 

Caleb: I’m not allowed to do business on a personal cell.

 

Nilla: I want to fuck you.

 

He looked at the message with some amusement.

 

Caleb: I got that impression yesterday when you grabbed my cock and balls.

 

Nilla: And you said that it wasn't your cock. Did you mean it belongs to your wife?

 

Caleb: Yes. Cock and heart, she has them both.

 

Nilla: But she’s willing to share?

 

Caleb: Yes.

 

Nilla: That’s so fucked up.

 

Caleb: Says the woman who wanted me to cheat on my wife.

 

Nilla: So…you’ll have sex with me, but only if she watches.

 

Caleb: Yes. You’ve done a threesome before, haven’t you?

 

They had been doing a steady back and forth while Caleb had been reviewing some specifications on their next install. But now there was a long, uncomfortable pause.

 

Nilla: No.

 

Caleb: No wonder you said no. But Ameilia won’t be participating. Just watching.

 

Nilla changed the direction of the conversation again. 

 

Nilla: You were hard yesterday. Other than silly loyalty to your wife, why didn’t you take me up on my offer?

 

Caleb: I couldn’t.

 

Nilla: But you said you had an open relationship. I mean, if you did fuck someone else and told her afterwards, that’s okay, isn’t it?

 

Caleb: No. But only because I couldn’t do it.

 

Nilla: You have strange morals.

 

Caleb: It has nothing to do with morals. 

 

Nilla: What’s that supposed to mean?

 

Caleb: I wear a chastity cage for her.

 

There was a long pause in their conversation. Caleb told himself it was because Nilla was busy actually working. But he suspected the truth was much closer to Nilla’s confusion with his little revelation. He would have loved to see her face when she got the news.

 

Nilla: Okay. I just spent a little time on Google looking up “chastity cage.”

Nilla: I wish I hadn’t.

 

Caleb sent her a laughing emoji and followed it with a message.

 

Caleb: Sometimes the truth is too much information.

 

Nilla: Can you meet me today for lunch?

 

Caleb: I’m wearing my cage right now. It wouldn’t do you any good.

 

Nilla: I just want to see you in person.

 

Caleb: Why don’t I believe you?

 

Nilla: Can you meet me or not?

 

Caleb: Sure. When and where?

 

After ordering their meals and the waitress had left, the first words out of Nilla’s mouth were, “I want to see it.”

“What do you want to see?” Caleb knew, but he wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth.

She glanced around to make sure no one was listening. Her voice was low, but audible. “I want to see your…chastity cage.”

He pretended to be shocked. “Right here? Right now?”

Nilla rolled her eyes at him. “No. Not here in the middle of the restaurant. In private.”

He smiled. “Where?”

“In case you didn’t notice, this restaurant is attached to a hotel. I happen to know that they are amenable to renting rooms for a few hours.”

“You’ve done this before.”

She smiled. “Maybe…”

“You’ll be sorely disappointed if we go upstairs.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Right now, I’m extremely hungry,” he said.

“I can assure you that my pussy is delicious.” Her blouse pulled tightly over her breasts. It wasn’t a V-neck so she wasn’t displaying any cleavage, but Caleb judged that, conservatively, her tits were twice as big as Ameilia’s.

“But I ordered the chicken,” he joked.

“Really? That’s how you’re playing this?”

“Let’s see if I’m still hungry after lunch.”

The waitress returned with their drinks and informed them she’d be out shortly with their meals.

Thirty minutes later Ameilia and Caleb rode the elevator up to the eighth floor. She unlocked room 806 with her cell phone. “Modern technology makes sexual affairs so easy to conduct,” she observed as she pushed the door open.

“And easier to get caught.”

Ameilia wasted no time upon walking in. She was wearing a skirt and quickly unzipped it, dropping it to the floor. Since she was walking away from him, Caleb thought she was wearing a thong. He was wrong. She wasn’t wearing panties at all. However, Nilla was classy enough to wear thigh high stockings.

“My pussy is already wet,” she moaned, perching on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs. He was thrilled her hand went to her pussy, covering it, but not masturbating. “Let’s see it. No pussy for you until I see your chastity cage.”

Never before had Caleb seen a woman so eager to take off her clothes and get right to sex. While he knew he was reasonably attractive, Caleb knew he wasn’t a Greek god. Maybe Nilla hadn’t been laid in a while. Maybe she was just a slut who liked to rack up numbers.

He didn’t care. He’d tell Ameilia about this tonight and they’d have a laugh and have some sex.

If Ameilia hadn’t fucked someone else today.

With a shrug, Caleb unzipped his fly and dropped his pants, pulling down his underwear to reveal his chastity cage.

“Holy shit.” Nilla took her hand from her pussy, brought her legs together, leaned forward, and closely inspected his manhood. Such as it was. “I half thought you were lying.”

“I wasn’t.”

“I see.” A weird grin spread across her face. “I have one question: can I touch it?”

“Sure.”

Nilla reached out and took his caged manhood in hand. Caleb knew his cock was perfectly average in size because he and Ameilia had measured him extensively, both hard and limp, to get the right size cage for him. They had a small collection at home, but this one, partially customized, was the one he wore most often. 

The cage was black metal with anodized purple highlights, purple being Ameilia’s favorite color. It was a simple modified birdcage design, curved and small, snug around his shaft, but not tight. His pubic hair was cut short, but not shaved to the skin. A ring was snugged up against his body, behind his balls, holding the whole affair in place.

“It’s…kind of sexy,” Nilla breathed as she inspected the device and his manhood.

“That’s why I wear it,” Caleb said in good humor. “That and my wife doesn’t trust me not to fuck other women behind her back.”

“Why doesn’t she trust you?”

He laughed. “Well, do you see what we’re doing right now?”

Nilla nodded in agreement. “Okay, you can eat my pussy now. It’s a wonderful dessert.” She finally let go of him, flopped back on the bed and spread her legs, giving him a full view of her pussy.

He could see now that she was a natural blonde. The tight curls on top of her mons were a shade darker than the straight tresses on her head. She shaped her hair into a simple triangle, keeping her lower lips completely clean, but leaving more than enough for decoration.

She was wet and her lips were slightly parted. Her labia weren’t large but were rather pretty in the way she displayed herself.

Caleb pulled up his pants and tucked his caged cock away. There was no reason to have it out any longer. Kneeling on the floor, the first kissed Nilla’s inner thigh which made her softly gasp and quiver.

“I’m ticklish there.”

He smiled and pulled back before running a finger over her labia, getting it wet with her amrita, before circling her clit.

She moaned. “Just fucking eat me out already,” she begged.

“Women loved to be teased,” Caleb told her, but he stopped playing with her clit and inserted his finger into her wet tunnel. It went in without resistance.

A heavy breath escaped Nilla’s lips. “Please…”

Even with her begging, he took his time. Caleb removed his finger and tasted it. She opened her eyes and saw what he was doing.

“Well?”

“You’re delicious,” he told her before sticking his finger back in.

She wasn’t as impressed the second time. “Just get to it.”

When he pulled his finger out this time, he didn’t suck it. Instead he offered it to Nilla. She gave him a quizzical look. 

“You’re delicious,” he reminded her. 

Showing that she was much kinkier than he anticipated, Nilla gladly accepted his finger in her mouth and sucked it eagerly. 

“Are you delicious?” he asked her.

Nilla licked her lips. “You should know.”

Grinning, he lowered his face to her pussy.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned softly as he got to work.

Caleb proved to be an adept at the fine art of cunnilingus. In short order he had her squirming under his tongue, panting, and clutching at the sheets. He had to wrap his arms around her thighs to hold her in place while he continued to lick and suck her clit. It didn’t take all that much effort to make her cum.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes!” Nilla cried out in triumph as she climaxed.

“Glad I could be of service,” said Caleb as he stood up and wiped his face with his hand, removing most of her amrita, but not the scent. That would stay with him.

She was still panting, but was aware enough to lift her head. “Get your cock out,” she begged.

He laughed ruefully. “I wish that I could…”

His words reminded her of his situation. “Isn’t there any way to get it off you?”

Shaking his head, he said, “Not without the key.”

Groaning, Nilla flopped her head back on the bed. “And the key is…?”

“With my wife. She’d be glad to meet you. But she’d want to watch while I fuck you.” Caleb knelt over the bed and lightly kissed her on the lips. “Contact me if you change your mind on this.”

With confidence he walked out the hotel room door.

 

Chapter 2

 

That evening Caleb greeted Ameilia with a long kiss. He held her face between his hands, not letting her pull back. He kept his fingers on her cheeks after the kiss ended.

“What did you do today?” she asked suspiciously, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it anyway.

“I went to work,” he replied innocently.

“And?” she prompted.

“I might have talked with Nilla.”

Ameilia smiled and sniffed haughtily. “I thought I smelled some other woman’s pussy on your hands.”

“Is it my fault that my hands absorb the scent of everything I touch?”

“Yes. You could at least wash them after you're done.”

He frowned. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Did you show her your cage?” She moved away from him and resumed cooking dinner. She didn’t tell him, but her pussy was suddenly hot and wet. Just hearing about his misbehavior got her going.

“Of course.”

“And?”

“She was shocked and appalled that I had to wear such a device because my wife doesn’t trust me.”

Ameilia snickered. “That’s not the reason you have to wear it.”

“I know.”

“Tell me exactly what you did with her.”

“Went to a hotel room and ate her pussy until she came. She was a lady about the whole thing because ladies pay for the room in which they have trysts and ladies apparently don’t wear panties.”

“No trophy for you?”

“Just the satisfaction of knowing I pleased yet another woman with sexual gratification.”

Ameilia rolled her eyes and turned from the stove to her husband. She approached him and reached between his legs, grabbing his cock. “Still wearing it.”

“Inescapable except by your key.”

“Does she want your cock?”

“Want to see the messages she sent me?”

“Yes!”

He pulled out his phone and she went through the text message exchange Caleb had shared earlier in the day. 

“She’s a proper slut isn’t she?” asked Ameilia when she was done. She scrolled back up to the top of the conversation to review it once more. 

“I beg your pardon. She’s a lady!”

“A lady who spreads her legs for a near-stranger. Did she send you any pictures?” Ameilia was vaguely disappointed there weren’t any photos in the exchange. 

“Of course not! She’s a lady.”

Just as he was saying those words, the phone buzzed in her hand, signaling a new text message.

“What was that?” asked Caleb.

Ameilia smirked. “She’s a lady, all right.” She turned the phone for Caleb to see.

 

Nilla: I want to suck your cock.

 

“She’s direct and to the point, I’ll give her that,” Ameilia commented.

“Give me the phone. I want to reply to her.” When he started to grab it back, she held it just out of reach. 

“I’ll take care of it,” she said. 

“What are you going to do?” Caleb wasn’t especially worried, but his wife could be unpredictable.

She glanced up at him as she started pecking out a reply. “No husband of mine is just going to eat another woman’s pussy without me getting to watch.”

“Ami…” Caleb said her name in a tone between begging and a warning.

“Don’t you want to fuck her?”

“Yes…”

“If you want to fuck her, I get to watch. You know the rules.”

Caleb sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Fine, fine. Just…be careful. She is a client at my job.”

“Honey, I only want to get you laid,” she told him and gave him a quick kiss.

 

Caleb: I’d love that. But there is a little problem.

 

Nilla: Can’t you get the cage off without your wife knowing?

 

Ameilia gasped. “She’s asking you to cheat on me!”

“I already ate her pussy,” he pointed out.

“Not that. I don’t care about the sex. I care about you trying to slip out of your little cage.”

“I would never do that,” he vowed.

 

Caleb: No. Impossible to remove.

 

Nilla: But you were so good at eating my pussy that I need you to fuck me.

 

“This girl is desperate for your cock,” Ameilia mused. “And she only saw it in the cage.”

“What can I say? I’m not playing hard to get; I’m playing impossible to get.”

 

Caleb: The only way she’ll take it off me is if I can fuck you in front of her.

 

Nilla: That’s just…weird.

 

Caleb: That’s what she wants.

 

Caleb took dinner out of the oven and set the meal on plates for them to take into the dining room while his wife was pretending to be him while texting Nilla.

 

Nilla: I don’t know if I can do that.

 

Caleb: Why not? Haven’t you ever had sex in the same room as someone else? I used to do it all the time in college.

 

“That was you,” Caleb reminded her. “Most of the time in college I had a single.”

“She doesn’t know that,” Ameilia pointed out. 

He had placed their plates side-by-side on the table so they could sit next to each other. The phone was placed between the plates so they could both see what Nilla texted. Theoretically both could reply, but Caleb left that to his wife.

 

Nilla: No!

 

Caleb: Really? Why not? It’s hot.

 

“You’re pushing her too far,” said Caleb.

“Shh! I know what I’m doing.”

 

Nilla: It’s never come up.

 

Caleb: Well, if you want to have sex with me, that’s what is going to have to happen.

 

They both waited expectantly for a reply. The three dots appeared and bounced but no message was forthcoming.

“She’s thinking it over,” Ameilia said confidently.

“You’ve scared her off.”

“How would you know?”

“I’m an expert at seducing women.”

Ameilia snorted a most unladylike snort. 

 

Nilla: Why does your wife want to watch? That’s just fucked up.

 

Caleb: She gets off on it.

Caleb: She doesn’t trust me not to cheat on her.

 

“That’s certainly a shading of the truth,” Caleb commented.

 

Nilla: It’s weird.

 

Caleb: It’s kinky. I sort of love it myself.

 

Now Caleb snorted. 

“You’re putting words in my mouth,” he said.

“Almost literally.”

 

Nilla: I don’t even know her.

 

Caleb: I’ll introduce you to her. She’s a wonderful woman. Pretty. Sexy. Kinky. Fun. Understanding. I’m a very lucky man to be married to her.

 

“You’re laying it on a little thick,” Caleb commented.

“Wait until you’re laying her with your thick dick:”

 

Nilla: This is crazy.

 

Caleb: But you’ll do it, right? I can’t wait to fuck you. Your pussy…

 

“You’re just going to leave it at that?” Caleb questioned her. “‘Your pussy…’”

“Shh. I know what I’m doing.”

 

Nilla: I’ll meet her. But it has to be someplace other than your house.

 

Ameilia smiled. “See?”

“I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“Never doubt your wife.” She typed one last text into the phone.

 

Caleb: Can you send me a picture of your pussy?

 

“No! Don’t ask her that!”

Ameilia was laughing. “Why not? Let’s see how serious she is.”

A minute later another text came through.

“Is that her pussy?” asked Ameilia.

“Looks like it.”

“She’s such a slut!”

 

 

Chapter 3

 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” It wasn’t said with exhilaration or resignation. Nilla said it flatly.

“Why not?” asked Ameilia.

“It seems so…planned and…transactional and…weird.”

“That’s what I like about it,” said Ameilia.

Caleb had half expected Nilla not to show up at the cafe where he planned on introducing his wife to her. He was pleasantly surprised when she did. When Ameilia asked her why she decided to go through with the meeting, she had a one word answer.

“Curiosity.”

That had, without doubt, been the reason why so many people had made terrible decisions when it came to sex.

But Ameilia was her usual charming and pleasant self. She didn’t try to seduce the other woman, she just wanted to present an opportunity. Right away Ameilia could tell Nilla was an inherent slut, but she didn’t want to be controlled. She wanted to be in control; that was why she was so aggressive with Caleb. With a woman she was on uncertain ground. 

The curiosity and the urge were both there so Nilla eventually decided there was little risk in trying this new thing she had never done and never wanted, but wasn’t opposed to.

Caleb had drinks ready for Nilla when she arrived at their house. They had managed to talk Nilla into a house meeting instead of a hotel room. He was somewhat surprised she chose a martini over wine. “I want to be good and drunk if you two are going to murder me.”

That made Ameilia laugh. “Serial killers prefer to kill in the victim’s house. No need for cleaning afterwards.”

Nilla nodded in agreement. “Being a bit drunk will help with you…watching.”

Ameilia nodded. “I do love to watch.”

“That’s so strange to me. Do you watch a lot of porn?”

“No. Not really. Not my thing. I like a live sex show so I can direct it so I get to see what I want.”

Nilla sipped her drink. “So why do you have Caleb in a chastity cage?”

“Because I don’t want him fucking other women.”

“Without her permission,” Caleb helpfully added.

“Oh come on. There’s got to be more to it than that,” Nilla insisted. “This isn’t playing with a little light bondage, fuzzy handcuffs and teasing with a feather duster. You’re making your husband walk around all day with a cage on his dick.”

The married couple exchanged a glance. Caleb gave her a slight shake of his head. 

“Tell you what,” said Ameilia. “Fuck him first and if I like what I see, I’ll tell you the whole story.”

Nilla shrugged. “That’s probably the best deal I’m going to get, isn’t it?”

“Yup. But tell me one more thing: What type of name is Nilla?” asked Ameilia. “Did your parents really like Nilla Wafer cookies?”

“It’s short for Gunilla. It’s Swedish. It means ‘Battle Maiden.’”

“Maiden as in virgin?” The smile pulled hard at the corners of Ameilia’s lips.

“Hardly,” Nilla laughed. “My father immigrated to the US when he was five. My mother is Swedish as well. Naturally they both grew up in Minnesota and I eventually wound up here because Minnesota is damn cold.”

“So is New York.”

“It’s less cold, believe me.” Nilla turned to look at Caleb who had been following their conversation with an amused smile on his face. “I never wore metal earrings in Minnesota because they made my ears so cold. What is it like wearing that thing on your dick in the middle of winter?”

“Generally it doesn’t get that cold,” said Caleb warily. “Body heat keeps the metal warm.”

“It gets really small when he gets out of the shower,” said Ameilia. “Especially when I make him take a cold shower.”

“How big is it?” Nilla asked, directing her question at Ameilia. “I’ll admit it. Over the last week, I’ve read up a lot on chastity for men and the cliché is that men who wear chastity cages have tiny dicks.”

“Hey!” Caleb protested.

“He’s perfectly average,” Ameilia assured her.

“Hey!” Caleb protested again.

“Do you want to see how big he gets?” Ameilia asked eagerly, happy to show off her husband.

Nilla felt her heart pumping in her chest. She was certain her fair skin was flushing pink. Her nipples contracted inside her bra and she didn’t dare look down to see if they were poking through her shirt. Even her pussy got an initial flood of wetness. Why had that one simple question caused such a reaction?

“Yes. I mean, that’s why I’m here, right?”

Ameilia nodded happily. “Right. Caleb? Stand up. Take off your pants. It’s time for the show.”

“Right here?” he asked.

Looking around, Ameilia said, “We’ve done it in the living room before.”

“How about the bedroom?” he suggested. “It’s more comfortable there.”

“As long as it’s not the basement,” Nilla chimed in. “That’s where serial killers have their murder rooms.”

Caleb stood up and offered his hands to both women. “Shall we?”

When he pulled Nilla to her feet, she swayed momentarily. “Oh. Wow. I’m a little dizzy. This is going to be fun.”

Caleb led the way and Ameilia brought up the rear. She admired the way Nilla’s pants pulled tightly around her ass and pondered if the woman was wearing a thong or no panties at all.

“You should feel honored,” said Caleb as they walked into the master bedroom. “Generally we do this the first time with new partners in a hotel room. Never the bedroom.”

“Stop talking and start stripping,” Ameilia ordered. She went to her dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a small key kept on a long chain. Nilla was watching her.

“Can’t he just go into the dresser and get the key anytime he wants?” asked Nilla. 

“Yes, but I’m usually home. Chastity is about trust.”

“I thought it would be the opposite.”

“It’s complicated.”

They both watched as Caleb stripped. Maybe he wasn’t a bodybuilder, but for a man at the end of his thirties, he was still well-built.

Nilla couldn’t take her eyes away from his cage cock the moment he dropped his pants. 

“Okay, it’s a little strange, but it’s oddly attractive and uber-masculine at the same time,” she pronounced.

“Kiss him,” Ameilia said.

Nilla was taken aback. “Kiss him?”

“You do know how to kiss, don’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“Hmm?”

“In front of you?” Nilla asked.

“In a few minutes I’m going to see his cock inside of you. Kissing is so much hotter.”

She was still fully dressed. Caleb approached her wearing only his cage. Her back stiffened when his arms went around her and pulled her close. It was everything that Ameilia could do to stifle a moan.

Their kiss was long and intimate. Ameilia felt it in her pussy. She wanted to put her hand down Nilla’s pants and check to see if the other woman’s pussy was gushing amrita. 

“Fuck yeah,” said Ameilia. “Keep going.”

“Want me to undress her?” asked Caleb. 

Nilla seemed a little stunned from the kiss and said nothing.

“No. Nilla, I want to watch you suck his cock. Can you do that for me?” Ameilia approached the two from across the room, carrying the small key in her hand.

A small nod was the only response from the blonde woman.

Ameilia sat down on the edge of the bed and gestured for Caleb to approach. 

Curiosity piqued, Nilla watched as Ameilia unlocked the cage and carefully removed it from her husband’s cock. It was an elaborate process, almost a ritual, and when the purple-highlighted black metal device was gone, leaving him free, she was further stunned to see that Caleb had a cock piercing.

“You didn’t tell me you had a cock ring!” she blurted out.

Caleb laughed. “You didn’t ask. And does it change anything?”

“Uh…no, I guess.”

She couldn’t move her eyes from him. She never would have guessed that Caleb was walking around with a Prince Albert piercing. Then again, she never would have guessed he wore a chastity cage either.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, curious and eager.

“Please do,” said Caleb.

“That’s what it’s there for,” added Ameilia. “Touch it as much as you want. But it has to end up in your mouth.”

The moment she touched his cock, he started to grow. As she manipulated his flesh, he continued to harden. She was fascinated at the way the ring came out the meatus and circled down and around to the hole on the underside of his cock. 

Nilla fell to her knees, prepared to worship him.

Taking it into her mouth was pure pleasure.

Caleb moaned in the back of his throat.

“I told you she’d do it,” said Ameilia and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Give me a good show.” 

Nilla had never before sucked a cock that was pierced. She found the experience interesting. There wasn’t much difference overall, but she felt his CBR in her mouth, occasionally clicking against her teeth, as she went into her usual blowjob routine. 

She wasn’t sure what to expect, exactly, but was pleasantly pleased to feel him rise up and become fully erect. Wearing the chastity cage apparently didn’t have any negative effect on the operation of his penis. 

It was certainly the strangest blowjob she had ever given. She could feel Ameilia’s eyes on her the entire time. She felt judged. That feeling wasn’t exactly bad, but she hoped she lived up to Ameilia’s expectation. The dark silver ring in her mouth was strange as well, but she quickly grew to like it. At the end of all this she had a dozen questions for Ameilia and Caleb.

“You’re very good at sucking cock,” said Ameilia after Nilla had gotten Caleb fully erect. “How many men have you given blowjobs to?”

It was a blunt question and one that Nilla wasn’t fully prepared to answer. Taking Caleb’s cock from her mouth, she said, “Uh…I’m not sure exactly. A dozen?”

“How is she at it?” Ameilia asked Caleb.

“She knows what she’s doing.”

“I want to watch the two of you fuck now. But first, tell me what you think of my husband’s cock.”

Some of the uncomfortable awkwardness had faded once Nilla had thrown herself into sucking off Caleb. She still had her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. The head was wet with her saliva. Oddly, she half expected him to have either the smallest cock she had ever seen in person, or the largest. He was neither. He was perfectly average. Barring the existence of the CBR, she was certain she wouldn’t have been able to pick Caleb’s cock out of a lineup. 

“It’s…nice,” she said and immediately knew that was the lamest assessment. “I’ve never been with a man with a cock ring before. But he gets very hard,” she finished, trying to find a compliment.

“He does get hard,” Ameilia agreed. “I think he’s because he’s locked up most of the time. Enough talking. Get off the floor and get undressed. I want to watch the two of you fuck.”

Nilla had been nervous about what Ameilia might do in the bedroom with them. She was relieved when the other woman stepped away and dug a large Magic Wand out of her dresser drawer, plugged it in, and sat down in the one chair in the bedroom. She had a good view of the bed.

“What are you waiting for?” asked Ameilia when she saw that Nilla hadn’t moved. “Don’t keep Caleb waiting. He can’t maintain that erection forever and the last thing I want is to watch him jerking off.”

The only way she could force herself to undress was to turn away from Ameilia and pretend the other woman wasn’t in the room. After standing up, she started unbuttoning her blouse, but Caleb stopped her, gave her a kiss, and then slowly, tantalizing, started taking off her clothing for her. 

It had been a while since a man had done that for her. She liked it. She just had to remember to face away from Ameilia which spoiled the moment, but it worked well enough.

“You have incredibly soft skin,” Caleb told her when she was down to her bra and panties. Suddenly the pale pink set she was wearing seemed inadequate. She should have worn something sexier. He ran his hands over her body, avoiding her tits and ass and pussy, but somehow that made it seem dirtier.

“Thank you. I use a special moisturizer every night and its partner lotion in the morning.”

From the other side of the room, Ameilia chuckled. “He doesn’t want to hear about your skin care routine. He wants to eat your pussy.”

She giggled nervously and Caleb silenced that with a kiss and moved her onto the bed. He covered her neck and shoulders with kisses and eased her bra straps off.

“Your tits are bigger than my wife’s,” he said.

Just the fact that he was acknowledging the existence of Ameilia made Nilla nervous, which was strange because Ameilia was literally on the other side of the room watching them. She said nothing.

“Sit up,” he told her and when she did, he easily unhooked her bra and pulled it off her. He’d done this before with more than just his wife. Her hands went to her breasts, covering her nipples.

He pulled them away. “You’ve got lovely tits,” he complimented her and then leaned in to suck one of her nipples.

She gasped and shivered as he feasted on her breasts, but he didn’t linger for long on her ripe nipples. Caleb moved down her body, covering her belly with kisses, teasing her belly button with his tongue, before pausing at her panties. 

He didn’t pause for long. Getting between her legs he ran a finger down the front of the silky material, pressing it in ever so slightly. 

“You made your panties wet,” he told her.

She giggled nervously.

“Take them off with your teeth,” Ameilia told her husband.

He did exactly that, removing Nilla’s last article of clothing with the blonde’s assistance. She briefly tried to hide her pussy from the other woman, but Ameilia spoke up.

“Open your legs. I want to see your pussy in person, though it was a pretty picture you sent Caleb.”

Nilla’s face flushed bright red. “You saw that?!” She was mortified.

Ameilia smiled. “Yes. It looked very nice. Now I want to confirm it.”

“I can confirm she has a pretty pussy as well as a tasty one,” said Caleb. He pushed aside Nilla’s hand and parted her thighs. She started to resist, but it was just simpler and easier to give in.

Ameilia leaned in as Caleb kept the blonde’s legs parted. “She does have a pretty pussy.”

Nilla wasn’t sure if she was flattered or embarrassed. In truth, she was a bit of both.

Caleb set to licking her pussy and sucking on her clit while inserting a pair of fingers in her tunnel, seeking out the hidden pleasure button within.

Despite the strange situation, Nilla found she was enjoying Caleb’s attention. She was already more than wet enough but thought that maybe a little orgasm would help settle her nerves. She was headed toward a pleasant climax when she detected a buzzing noise.

Forcing her eyes open, she looked toward Ameilia and wasn’t exactly shocked, but to see it was another thing entirely. 

The other woman had taken off her leggings but left on her panties. The buzzing emanated from the magic wand pressed against her nethers. Nilla was certain she could see the toy’s head visibly vibrating. Though Nilla owned a pair of vibrators herself, the one that Ameilia was using seemed incredibly overpowered, even with the slight padding of her purple panties. 

Ameilia, however, seemed in heaven. Her eyes were unfocused and she was moaning as she pleasured herself. As Nilla continued to stare, Ameilia realized she was being watched and smiled at the other woman, who found herself blushing again.

“Fuck her, Caleb. Put your cock in her naughty pussy and fuck her.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Caleb pulled back from Nilla’s pussy, wiped her amrita from his face with the back of his hand, and moved up on the bed with Nilla, between her legs, cock in hand, getting ready to penetrate her.

She wanted to insist on a condom or perhaps a pause while she gathered her thoughts, but it was already too late. The dark-red headed cock decorated with the dark piercing, slipped between her labia as he worked it back and forth in her slickness. As she continued to watch, the head disappeared inside quickly followed by the rest of his cock.

He wasn’t big at all. She easily took all of his cock. 

“Oh.” The disappointment in her voice was palpable. 

Ameilia moaned and then chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’ve had the same reaction myself.” 

The two women locked eyes. Nilla was too ashamed of herself to say anything.

“Why do you think I lock up his little cock?”

For his part, Caleb ignored the mocking from his wife. He started fucking Nilla, giving it his all, going deep and slamming his cock into her. 

While he wasn’t tiny, his cock was not nearly as big as Nilla wished it was. She did appreciate, however, the care and attention he brought to the bed. He made every tiny inch of his cock work for him.

She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t working for her.

“Don’t cum too fast, baby,” Ameilia panted. “I want you to make her cum and cum so that I can.”

While Nilla knew she was going to be watched, she hadn’t anticipated that Ameilia would be masturbating while watching them. She should have known better. Still, it was a compliment that Ameilia was enjoying the show.

The only thing to do now was give in to lust.

His cock might have been on the small side, but Caleb knew how to use it. Or maybe Nilla was hyped up and eager to cum. The first orgasm was difficult to reach because she hadn’t expected all of this, but once she was there, she was glad that she came. She clutched Caleb’s body to hers and let him do as he wished.

“Keep going, baby. Make her cum again. Flip her over and fuck her doggy.”

The words tumbled out of Ameilia’s mouth. A second later, ever the obedient husband, Caleb pulled out, easily flipped Nilla onto her hands and knees, and was probing between her legs, trying to re-enter. 

For just a thrilling moment, she was certain he was going to fuck her ass.

She might not have said no.

But then he found his way and was slamming his beautiful little cock into her pussy the way she deserved. On her hands and knees she felt vulnerable. She liked that feeling. 

Reaching down between her legs, she felt his balls slapping into her, pulled back a bit, and started rubbing her clit. 

It was almost too much.

Caleb had just gotten started, holding her hips and slamming into her ass, making her flesh shake, when she climaxed again.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck yes,” she moaned loudly. She wanted to lay down and bask in the afterglow, but Caleb wouldn’t let her. He just kept fucking.

She marveled at how long he could go.

Another moan filled the air. It wasn’t Caleb; it was too feminine. Nilla turned her head to see Ameilia with the vibrator pressed tightly to her pussy, her thighs clamped tightly together, as she orgasmed. 

It felt wrong, like she was spying, to see the other woman in the throes of ecstasy, but if Ameilia didn’t want to be seen, she should have left the room to get herself off.

“Oh fuck yes, Cal,” she moaned in a husky voice as she came down from her orgasmic high. “You made me cum. You made me cum by fucking her. Did you cum yet, honey?”

“No,” he grunted, his lips tight. He was staring at Nilla’s puckered asshole, wondering if she would agree to be fucked in the ass. Maybe that was a little too much to ask this first time.

“Cum in her,” Ameilia ordered. “Cum in her and fill her pussy with your little dick’s pathetic load of cum. You can do that for me, can’t you, honey? You can cum in her, can’t you? Is she going to be disappointed at your little tiny dick’s tiny little load?”

Caleb’s fingers dug into Nilla’s flesh. She gasped at the spike of pain but had no time to protest further because Caleb was cumming in her. He grunted low and loud, straining as if he had never cum with a woman before. She moved her hand off her clit and found his balls tight up against his body as he climaxed. She sensed it was more Ameilia’s words than any sensations experienced with his cock that made him cum.

Though Ameilia had promised that his load of cum would be small, Nilla had no good way of judging that. It didn’t feel like he had flooded her pussy, but she could definitely feel his cum inside her.

His fingers relaxed on her flesh and he heaved a sigh of relief. A moment later he fell back on his heels and his cock slipped free. Nilla groaned and slid forward, unashamed at what had just happened, but still confused about it. 

Unable to help herself, she looked at Caleb’s cock. It had already gone limp. It was shiny with her amrita and some of his cum. It was unremarkable, small but not tiny. She figured that Ameilia enjoyed humiliating him and Caleb got off on the insults. Literally.

The buzzing was gone. “Good boy,” Ameilia complimented her husband. She got up from the armchair and approached the bed. A thrill of fear ran down Nilla’s spine, but Ameilia wasn’t interested in her. Instead, the brunette took her husband’s cock in her hand and inspected him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” 

Nilla’s reaction was to say yes, but it was Caleb who answered first. “Yes. Thank you for letting me fuck her.” 

“You’ve been a good boy lately.” She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. “You should go wash yourself so we can put the cage back on.”

“But you promised…” He didn’t whine, but Nilla definitely felt something pass between them.

After a moment, Ameilia nodded. “I did, didn’t I? Hmm. What do you think, Nilla? Did he do a good job fucking you? Should he be rewarded or punished?”

It was a strange question to be posed, but Nilla wanted to be honest and help Caleb the best she could.

“I mean…he made me cum three times. Three wonderful times. I think he should be rewarded.”

“Hmm.”

“Please, honey?” Caleb was begging now.

With a roll of her eyes, Ameilia relented. “Fine. But just this once. I doubt Nilla will be so amenable again.”

Nilla was on her side now, not ashamed to be naked. Neither half of the couple was looking at her. 

Ameilia didn’t let go of Caleb’s cock. Instead she got on the bed with them and took his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking it, removing the last of Caleb’s cum and all of Nilla’s amrita.

It was an oddly intimate and kinky thing to do right in front of their guest. Nilla was shocked and aroused. She felt privileged to have witnessed it.

After a minute of a blowjob, though Caleb didn’t really get hard again, Ameilia stopped sucking and smacked her lips. “She does have a tasty pussy. Now go wash your cock, dear, so I can put your cage back on.”

Caleb staggered off to the bathroom. Ameilia looked at Nilla and was unable to help herself. “You do have a tasty pussy.”

Nilla blushed. “Oh! Well. Thank you? I um…didn’t know you were…uh…bi.”

“I like to dance on the other side of the line every once in a while, but I prefer cock to pussy.” She raked her eyes over Nilla’s naked body. “Not that I haven’t gone down on a girl or two. Would you like Caleb to clean your pussy for you?”

Chuckling nervously, Nilla said, “That’s okay. I can just use a washcloth in the bathroom.”

“But a tongue does so much more! And does it better!”

She shouldn’t have been shocked or surprised at anything Ameilia said, but Nilla found herself speechless. “Oh. You mean he’d…”

“Eat the creampie he made in you,” Ameilia helpfully supplied. She smiled. “Or I could do it for you if you want.”

“No! That’s…that’s okay.”

“I’ve been told I’m very good at it.”

A moment later Caleb walked back into the bedroom. Nilla gave his cock a good look. It was completely soft now, swaying slightly as he walked. It was unremarkable and she didn’t think it was very small. Average. Maybe below average. But still handsome with the silver ring through the head.

It certainly didn’t grow all that much when he got hard. 

“Very good at what?” asked Caleb, wanting to be part of the conversation.

“Eating pussy,” his wife told him.

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t have one.”

“I was trying to convince Nilla to—”

“I’m using the bathroom,” she said, making a hasty exit.

The married couple looked at each other and shrugged, but exchanged a knowing look as well. 

Minutes later, when Nilla finally had the courage to leave the bathroom after cleaning up the mess that Caleb had given her, she found him sitting on the edge of the bed while his wife knelt on the floor, putting his cage back on him.

“It takes more effort to put it on than it does to take it off,” Ameilia explained, glancing up at their guest. “Want to watch?”

“Uh…sure.” She took the seat that Ameilia had recently occupied. It felt strange to be lounging about naked in another woman’s bedroom. Ameilia was still wearing her shirt and panties which somehow made it seem like she was in charge.

“So…what did you think?” asked Ameilia as she carefully assembled the metal pieces of Caleb’s cage. Nilla couldn’t help but think that it was very sexy to see a man willingly let his cock be constrained in this way. She wasn’t much for jewelry on men, but this was definitely attractive on him.

“About what?”

Both Caleb and Ameilia laughed at her. 

“Everything,” Caleb prompted.

“Yes. That. Fucking my husband. His cock ring. Me watching. Do you like being the cuckcake to my cuckquean?”

“Cupcake?”

They both laughed again. “Not the sugary dessert,” said Caleb. “Cuckcake.”

“Oh.” Nilla blushed. It felt unnatural to blush, but she did it anyway. She should have been beyond that now.

“Sometimes women in your role are called the cupcake,” Ameilia said as she focused on Caleb’s cock. The cage was almost fully assembled and in place now. “It’s a term of affection.”

“This is all so new to me.”

“Uh-huh. But did you like it?”

They both looked at Nilla who felt her face was still fiery red. 

“Yes,” she said in a small voice.

“Want to do it again?” asked Ameilia as she snapped shut the lock that kept her husband secure.

“Right now?!” There was no reason for alarm, but Nilla felt put on the spot.

This time the couple didn’t laugh. “I don’t think I could get it up,” said Caleb. “And Ami just locked me up…”

“Plus, it’s a pain in the ass to put together. So it won’t be happening tonight. I was asking more in general. We both like you. We should do this again…some other night.”

“Oh. Well…”

“You were fine with fucking my husband but you don’t want to do it in front of me?”

Nilla laughed nervously. “If I’m being honest, I sort of like getting men to cheat on their partners. It’s a terrible kink, I know. This is something new for me to wrap my head around.”

Ameilia nodded. “I’ll put you down as a yes then.”

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Ameilia: I hope you had a pleasant time with us. We hope to see you again. 

Ameilia: This is Ameilia. I should have opened with that. Caleb gave me your number.

 

Nilla stared at the messages on her phone. It was a day later and she hadn’t fully recovered from the event yet. While Nilla had enjoyed herself—tremendously—she was unsure if she wanted to do anything with Caleb—or Ameilia—ever again.

It was a lot.

But it was also a lot of fun.

She could just block Ameilia’s number. And Caleb’s as well. Yes, she had initiated everything, but that didn’t mean she had to continue it. She could keep her relationship with Caleb strictly professional and just communicate via their work cells and never again mention fucking him.

 

Nilla: I did have a good time. Isn’t there supposed to be a waiting period of three days after a first date before calling or texting?

 

She looked at her message before sending it. The words sounded inane. 

Nilla sent it anyway.

She didn’t want to look at her phone ever again. She shoved it into her dresser drawer. Two minutes later, she got an alert on her watch letting her know there was a response from Ameilia.

Hating herself, Nilla opened up the drawer and grabbed her phone.

 

Ameilia: I don’t play games when it comes to sex. Well, just with locking up my husband’s cock. The men I fuck I do because Caleb’s cock is locked.

 

Not giving it a single thought, Nilla texted back.

 

Nilla: You fuck other men?

 

Ameilia: Of course. I haven’t had actual sex with Caleb for about a year.

 

Nilla stared at the text message for far too long. She had thought that making Caleb wear the chastity cage was just a game the couple played. They were serious players, no doubt, but it was all for fun. She had just assumed that Ameilia made him wear it as an extended, long-form foreplay. 

Apparently that wasn’t the case.

 

Nilla: Please tell me you’re kidding

 

The answer took far too long to arrive, though it only took a few seconds.

 

Ameilia: His cock hasn’t been inside me since March.