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I should have known the red circle meant trouble. Sophia had drawn it into our calendar weeks ago, thick and deliberate, right over that Friday night, and then refused to explain it. Every time I passed through the kitchen, my eyes found it again. By the time the day finally came, the whole apartment seemed charged with its looming presence. She locked me up in the chastity cage I have become so used to and spent the rest of the day wearing the key around her neck like a little trophy. By evening, I was already in that familiar state of nervous obedience, kneeling in front of her while I helped her get ready for whatever she had planned. I shaved her carefully, slowly, trying not to think too much about who or what I was preparing her for. Then I helped her into black stockings and her favorite black bodysuit, fastening every strap with shaking hands while she watched me with that sweet, knowing smile of hers.
She did not tell me where we were going until we were already in the car. ‘Dylan’s place’, she said, as if that explained anything. I kept my eyes on the road, trying not to stare at the key resting against her chest. Dylan opened the door before I had even found the courage to knock. He greeted Sophia first, pulling her into a long and wet kiss. Then he turned to me with that lazy grin of his and hugged me hard enough that I felt my cage press between us. For one stupid second I thought it had been an accident. Then he held me there a little longer, just long enough to make sure I knew it wasn’t. Sophia only smiled as she slipped out of her coat, revealing what I had spent the last hour helping her put on. Dylan’s eyes moved over her slowly, possessively, before his hands found her hips and pulled her back to him.
We stayed in the living room for a while, pretending to catch up. Or rather, they caught up, while I sat there trying to calm my nerves and not stare too openly at them. Something was distinctly different today, something in the way Dylan kissed her and then stopped, laughing softly against her mouth, saying they should save something for ‘the main event’. Neither of them explained what that meant. They just exchanged that look people have when everyone in the room knows the joke except you.
The doorbell rang before I had gathered the courage to ask. Dylan’s grin widened, and my stomach dropped. A minute later, a woman stepped into the apartment, followed closely by a guy who looked about as nervous as I felt. They were not what I had expected. She was pretty and energetic, although I could feel how she tried to hide her nervousness. A loose sweater was slipping slightly off one shoulder, and she wore colorful leggings that made her look more like someone arriving for a cozy game night than whatever this was. Her boyfriend hovered behind her in jeans and a plain shirt, cute, awkward, trying very hard to seem relaxed while his eyes kept glancing over to Dylan. They introduced themselves as Emily and Chris to us and awkwardly shook our hands. They were a cute couple, looked a bit younger than we were but not much. Like the typical couple you would find at a convention– slightly nerdy, about the same height, probably into board games and DnD. And apparently, into this.
For a while, we managed something like normal conversation. Dylan poured wine, Emily laughed a little too quickly at his jokes, and her boyfriend Chris would chuckle along nervously like someone trying very hard not to look overwhelmed. After the first glass, he seemed to relax a little. Or maybe he simply got better at pretending. Eventually we drifted toward the couch. Chris and I ended up at one end, close enough that our shoulders almost touched, while Sophia and Emily settled near Dylan. Or rather, Sophia settled there like she belonged, curling against him with effortless familiarity, while Emily watched her for cues and followed a beat too late.
‘I think before we start’, Dylan said, setting his glass down, ‘we should introduce some rules.’ His hand rested briefly on my girlfriend’s thigh. ‘Sophia, would you be so kind as to bring us what we need?’
She moved immediately. No hesitation, no questioning look, no playful resistance. She simply stood up, crossed the room, and disappeared into Dylan’s bedroom as if she had done this a hundred times before. When she returned, she carried a black box in both hands and presented it to him with quiet obedience. Then, without being told, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, head bowed, lips parted around a nervous little smile.
Emily stared at her. For a second, nobody said anything. Dylan only waited, calm and patient, until the silence made the instruction obvious. Emily glanced at Chris, then at Sophia, then back at Dylan. Her cheeks flushed. Slowly, with trembling legs, she rose from the couch and knelt beside my girlfriend, trying to copy the posture Sophia had assumed so naturally. Like two obedient little toys, they knelt before him, waiting for their instructions.
Dylan opened the box and took out two black collars. The first went around Sophia’s neck. He fastened it with ease, and she lifted her chin just enough for him, exposing her throat. ‘Thank you, Sir’, she said, clear and steady. Then he turned to Emily. Her collar took a little longer. Not because Dylan struggled, but because she did. She swallowed hard as the leather closed around her neck, her eyes flickering uncertainly toward Sophia who gave her the smallest encouraging smile. ‘Thank you, Sir’, Emily whispered with a shaking voice.
Dylan looked over to us. ‘Such obedient little sluts you’ve brought me’, he said and a familiar pulse of jealousy moved through me as I looked at Sophia kneeling there, collared and calm, belonging to him so easily. But I had come to know that feeling by now. Chris was less composed. His mouth had fallen slightly open and his whole face had gone red. I recognized that look and thought that this was probably the first time he saw her like this. Maybe until tonight, she had only told him stories. Careful, softened versions of what happened when she came here. Now he was confronting the truth for the first time, tasting the sweet, intoxicating jealousy that I had grown so accustomed to.
‚Clothes off’, Dylan said calmly. I moved without question, pulling my shirt over my head, then stepping out of my pants and placing everything neatly beneath the coffee table. Now I was sitting there naked, only the clear plastic cage visible that restrained my little dick so desperately. Chris was slower. He removed his shirt, then his jeans, but stopped there, fingers hooked nervously in the waistband of his black briefs. His face had turned crimson red. For a second, I thought Dylan might say something sharp, but he stayed quiet. Eventually, Chris understood. With shaking hands, he pushed the briefs down and stepped out of them, revealing a small bright-pink cage between his legs. It suited him in an unexpected way: soft, shy, almost pretty. At the same time, his whole body was tense with embarrassment.
Dylan opened the black box again. This time, he took out two more collars and soon the leather closed around my throat. His fingers worked with practiced ease, tightening it just enough that I felt it every time I swallowed. A moment later, Chris was wearing one too, his eyes wide and fixed on the floor.
Dylan stepped back to admire us. ‘There’, he said softly. ‘Much better.’ Sophia smiled from where she was kneeling beside Emily, and the look she gave me made my stomach twist. She knew exactly what that collar did to me.
But Dylan was not finished. ‘Since this is a special night’, he continued, glancing from Sophia to Emily and then back to us, ‘and since both of you are being allowed to watch your girlfriends receive the attention they came here for, I think it’s only fair that you boys get a little treat as well.’ He reached into the box again and took out a small padlock. Before I could react, he caught the ring of my collar with one hand and Chris’s with the other, pulling us both forward. Chris stumbled into me with a soft, startled sound.
Then the lock clicked. For a moment, neither of us moved.
Chris’s face was only inches from mine now, close enough that I could see his lips tremble. I tried leaning back, but the collar tugged immediately at my throat, dragging me right back toward him. He was so close that I could feel his breath against me and when I tried turning around my caged dick started rubbing against his thigh. Dylan’s grin widened. ‘There we go’, he said. ‘Now you two can keep each other company.’
Sophia laughed softly. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Chris and I were locked together, naked, caged, and helplessly close, while our girlfriends knelt at Dylan’s feet, watching us deal with our new situation. ‘And now’, Dylan said, looking down at the two women kneeling at his feet, ‘why don’t you show your little cuck boyfriends what they are not getting tonight?’
Sophia moved first. She leaned in eagerly, hands already at his waistband, while Emily stayed beside her, wide-eyed and a little overwhelmed, clearly waiting to see what Sophia would do. Within seconds, Sophia had taken charge completely, showing none of the hesitation Emily still carried. Dylan’s thick cock sprang free, just waiting to be worshipped. Sophia opened her mouth and started licking him, first the tip and then taking more and more of him into her slutty little mouth. After a while, she popped it out and it just hung there, glistening with her saliva. She glanced back at Emily after a moment, smiling softly, then guided her closer with one hand. Emily followed, still blushing, still unsure, but no longer pulling away. She looked once toward Chris, almost as if she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.
Beside me, Chris made a small, broken sound. I felt it more than heard it. We were still locked together, his chest pressed close to mine, his breath suddenly quick and uneven. His eyes were fixed on his girlfriend now, all of his earlier shyness collapsing into stunned arousal. I could feel him trembling against me as Dylan placed a hand in Emily’s hair and began guiding her lips on his thick cock.
Sophia looked briefly toward us, her eyes flicking from Chris to me, then down to where our cages were trapped awkwardly close together. I felt my dick straining in its prison as I pressed it desperately against his thigh and soon we were both rubbing our cages against one another in a desperate attempt to receive any sort of pleasure. At the same time, we were both transfixed on our girlfriends who seemed to pay us little attention. While Emily was still kneeling in front of Dylan, overwhelmed and eager, Sophia slipped around behind him and placed her hands on his hips. Then, she leaned forward and pressed her tongue against his asshole, burying her face deep in there. Dylan’s reaction was immediate. His posture changed, his breath deepened, and for a moment the whole room seemed to narrow around the three of them.
Dylan stood above them, completely at ease, while both our girls devoted themselves to him from either side. Sophia looked practiced, losing herself in his ass, while Emily still looked like she was catching up to the fact that she had crossed some invisible line and somehow liked what she saw on the other side. Beside me, Chris was trembling so hard I could feel it through the lock that held us together.
Suddenly, Dylan pulled Emily back, guiding her into place and then pressed his cock firmly against her face. Within seconds, he started twitching, unloading his first load of the night with a rough, satisfied groan. Pulse after pulse, his cum poured out of him, hitting her hair and covering most of her forehead. She froze at first, shocked by it, then slowly started to smile. Not nervously this time. There was something brighter in her expression now, something newly discovered.
Dylan took a second to catch his breath, then looked down at her with unmistakable pride. ‘What does a good girl say’, he asked, still a little breathless, ‘after receiving such a nice gift?’
Emily hesitated. She was still kneeling, still flushed, still looking up at him with that stunned, star-struck expression I knew far too well. I had seen it on Sophia so many times. Judging from Chris’s reaction, though, this was new for him.
‘T-thank you, Sir,’ Emily said, maybe a little too eagerly.
Dylan smiled. ‘Good girl.’
He helped her out of her sweater and used it to clean her face casually, as if this too was part of the lesson. Emily let him. She sat there afterward, exposed and obedient, her glasses slightly crooked, her face still marked enough that nobody could pretend what had just happened was subtle. There was still some cum left in her hair and her eyebrows, a little bit even still on her cheek. But neither of them bothered to wash it away.
Chris made another small sound beside me. I felt his body shift against mine, felt the heat of his embarrassment. His arousal. His helplessness. And somehow, I understood him. Because I was watching Emily go through the same experience Sophia had gone through. At first, it had been naughty stories. Her expressing some interest in finding a man who would be rougher with her. More dominant. But this was so much more. Today, Chris was watching the exact moment his girlfriend stopped just being curious about the lifestyle. He watched as she started to enjoy being taught.
Emily looked different somehow. She was still the same cute, slightly awkward woman who had walked in wearing colorful leggings, still flushed and shy and visibly overwhelmed. But there was something new beneath it. She looked up at Dylan with a strange sense of pride, as if he held some sort of invisible power over her.
Then she looked over to Chris. Her eyes were bright, almost apologetic, but there was no regret in them. No uncertainty. If anything, she looked like she wanted him to understand. Like she needed him to see what was happening to her.
Sophia leaned forward and whispered something into Emily’s ear. Emily swallowed, then looked at Chris. ‘I think I’m starting to like your fantasy’, she said. Then her eyes wandered up to Dylan with a strange mix of devotion and pleasure. ‘I think I’m ready for you now, Sir.’
Dylan smiled and placed a finger against her lips. She opened her mouth for him without hesitation, her eyes fixed on his. Beside me, Chris went completely still. I felt it through the lock between us, the tiny collapse of his body against mine as he watched his girlfriend take her place at Dylan’s feet.
His fantasy had just become real.
And judging from the look on Emily’s face, she had no intention of going back.
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