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When Dylan finally disappeared into the bathroom, the room suddenly felt quiet. Sophia stepped forward first and unlocked the chain between Chris and me. The pressure against my side disappeared instantly and I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. ‘Thank you’, I said quietly. She just smiled a little and brushed her fingers through my hair before stepping back.
Beside me, Chris had already started moving toward Emily who was still lying on the ottoman where Dylan had left her. She looked like a complete mess. There were stains of dried cum all over her face and her leggings were bunched around her thighs now, just enough to reveal her swollen pussy. She looked completely spent, eyes half closed, breathing slow and deep. Chris crawled closer until he was kneeling right in front of her.
Then he stopped.
I could see him staring. Not just glancing, actually looking. At the mess Dylan had left behind, the traces still slowly leaking out onto the fabric beneath her. For a second, he just froze there, like his brain was still trying to catch up to what he was seeing. Then he leaned forward and his hands started gently pushing Emily’s legs apart a little more. She let out the softest sound the moment his tongue touched her.
And that was it. Whatever resistance had still been left in him just disappeared completely. He buried himself between her thighs, desperate and focused at the same time, like nothing else in the room mattered anymore, his dick already straining against the cage again. Emily slowly smiled. She leaned against him, her eyes still half-shut. Like she was still drifting off in whatever little world Dylan had placed her in. Finally completely at ease and satisfied.
My eyes wandered back to Sophia who was still watching Chris and Emily. There was something strangely soft in her expression now, almost proud. I leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek. ‘Happy with your little plan for tonight?’, I teased her.
‘Almost’, she answered quietly. Then she looked back at me, smiling faintly. ‘Did you finally figure out why I marked the calendar?’
The red circle. For a second, I had completely forgotten about it. Sophia’s fingers slowly brushed against the key resting between her breasts before she continued.
‘Two years ago‘, she said softly, ‘you lost your condom privileges to Dylan.’ The words hit me harder than I expected. Two years! It felt impossibly distant and strangely close at the same time. And somehow, the way she said it didn’t sound mocking at all. It sounded intimate. Important. Sophia opened the necklace calmly and pulled the little key free before placing it into my hand. Then she leaned closer. ‘Let’s go home’, she whispered. ‘Maybe tonight we make a little exception to the rule.’
For a second, I just stared at the key in my hand. Home… Our bed… Finally feeling her again after all this time… I looked up at Sophia and couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Then my eyes drifted back toward the ottoman. Emily was still half gone, soft little sounds escaping her lips every now and then while Chris stayed buried between her thighs like he never wanted to leave again. His cage was pressing helplessly against her foot now, twitching every time she made another sound.
And suddenly the key felt heavy in my hand. I looked back at Sophia. The stockings. The little bodysuit I had helped her into earlier. And underneath all of it, that look in her eyes. Hungry. Excited. Ready. Somehow, the worst part was that I knew she really meant it. One word and we would leave. She’d unlock me and I’d finally get to feel her again.
But instead I kept looking at Emily. Sophia followed my gaze and slowly shook her head, almost in disbelief. Then her fingers tightened around my cage. ‘You want him to fuck me until I end up like that’, she whispered softly. ‘And you know you can’t do it yourself.’
Heat rushed into my face. I tried to look away, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she leaned even closer. ‘So this is what you really want now?’ she asked quietly. ‘To hand me over to another man who can actually satisfy me the way I deserve.’
My cage twitched painfully. For a second, I still tried to fight the words. Then I finally looked back at her and admitted it: ‘Yes.’
Sophia stared at me for another moment, studying my face like she was seeing me differently now. Then I slowly pressed the key back into her hand. She took it silently before leaning closer again, her fingers still firmly wrapped around my cage. ‘Okay’, she whispered softly. ‘But you need to understand this changes things from now on.’
My heartbeat quickened instantly. And judging by the little smile creeping onto her lips, she noticed. ‘Oh’, she murmured softly. ‘You like hearing that.’ Embarrassed, I looked away. Sophia leaned closer. ‘You fought every step at first’, she said calmly. ‘The condoms. The cage. When I stopped taking the pill. Every single time you acted like you hated it.’ Her fingers tightened slightly around me. ‘And now I’m standing here offering you exactly what you used to beg for… And you still ask me to keep you locked and give myself to him.’
I swallowed hard. My eyes drifted back toward the ottoman again without thinking. Chris was still completely lost between Emily’s thighs. Sophia followed my gaze. Then she squeezed my balls harder. ‘If you really want to see me like that tonight’, she whispered, ‘I have two conditions.’
I nodded quietly. ‘First, you will prepare me for him properly. You’ll take me to his bedroom. Tie me to the bed yourself. So when he walks in there, I want him to see exactly what you chose for me.’
Heat rushed into my face immediately. Sophia smiled faintly at my reaction before continuing. ‘Second…’ Her fingers tapped lightly against the cage. ‘Since you clearly don’t want to use this anymore, chastity stops being a game after tonight.’
I felt my breath catch. ‘Don’t worry’, she added softly. ‘I’ll still let you out sometimes. Might even still let you fuck me.’ A tiny smirk appeared on her lips. ‘If you wrap yourself up properly.’ Then her expression softened again. ‘But the cage is your default now. And I decide when you deserve otherwise.’
I lowered my head instinctively. ‘Yes…’ I whispered, finally.
Sophia smiled faintly before taking my hand and pulling me up from the couch. As she led me toward Dylan’s bedroom, I glanced back at Chris and Emily one last time. He was still between her thighs, quietly licking her while she drifted against him half asleep, fingers buried in his hair now. Neither of them even noticed us leaving the room anymore.
Sophia pushed open the bedroom door and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she looked up at me. ‘Last chance’, she said softly. Her hand closed around my cage again, squeezing just enough to make me tense. ‘Are you sure this is what you want?’
My cage twitched painfully. Then I nodded.
For a moment, she just studied my face. Like she was still trying to understand how badly I needed this. Then she reached underneath the bed and pulled out a small box before handing it to me. I immediately understood. Sophia climbed further onto the mattress and settled onto her stomach without another word, spreading her legs slightly for me. I positioned the cushion beneath her hips first, then carefully tied her wrists and ankles to the bed frame, making sure she could still move just enough to shift against the ropes. I placed a black ball gag and a paddle onto the bed, my mind racing at the thought of what he’d be doing to her later. Finally, I clipped a leash onto her collar and let it rest against the sheets beside her.
When I finished, I just stood there for a second looking at what I had done. Sophia followed my eyes and smiled softly. ‘You know he’ll make me his bitch tonight‘, she whispered teasingly. Heat rushed into my face immediately. My cage strained harder.
Before I could say anything, the bedroom door opened again. Emily stepped quietly into the room first, still shaky on her legs. She had gotten rid of her leggings and only wore a plain pair of black panties now. Behind her, Chris lingered uncertainly in the hallway, clearly waiting to see whether he was allowed inside.
Emily looked around the room once. Then she slowly lowered herself onto her knees at the foot of the bed. I understood that this was my cue to leave, and so I quietly joined Chris in the hallway. He couldn’t stop staring at Emily. There was still disbelief in his face. But underneath it, something else had started taking over now. Hunger. Curiosity. Like some part of him desperately needed to see how far this night would still take her.
Neither of us spoke. A few moments later, Dylan finally stepped out of the bathroom. He barely acknowledged us when he crossed the hallway. Just a small, knowing smile, like he had expected this exact ending from the very beginning. Then he disappeared into the bedroom.
The door closed. And a second later, we heard the lock click from the inside. Suddenly it was just the two of us standing there in silence, left alone with our imagination of whatever was about to happen behind that door.
The first few minutes were almost unbearable because of how little we could actually hear. Just the occasional soft movement and creak of the bedframe. Once, Emily laughed quietly inside the room, followed by a muffled sound that sounded vaguely like Sophia. Chris was anxiously standing near the door, staring at the keyhole like he could somehow force himself to see through it. But there was almost nothing there. Just fragments of movement whenever someone crossed the light on the other side. The vague outline of someone kneeling on the bed. And still, neither of us could stop trying. Every few seconds, Chris would lean forward again, desperate for another glimpse. Then step back, breathing hard, before immediately moving closer once more.
At some point, I found myself standing next to him without even remembering moving there. We barely looked at each other. There was just this strange tension hanging between us while we listened to the muffled sounds coming through the door, each of us filling the gaps with our imagination. Occasionally, one of the girls moaned softly inside and both our cages twitched painfully in response. Chris looked completely gone by now, flushed and breathing with an open mouth while he stared at the tiny sliver of darkness inside the keyhole. I found myself standing there beside him, helplessly listening as another man took our girlfriends, knowing that we had both chosen this for them.
My dick was straining against the cage so badly by now, that I thought I would lose my mind and the sounds coming from the bedroom in front of us just kept getting more and more intense. Two high-pitched voices, strangely muffled, desperately moaning and screaming in pleasure.
When I finally thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I suddenly felt Chris’s hand brush against my thigh. Without even thinking about it, I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my cage. It felt so incredibly good leaning into his warm touch that I closed my eyes and let just let myself enjoy this strange sensation. He understood the assignment, cupping my balls with one hand and rhythmically pressing his other hand against the plastic of the cage. His touch was so gentle and soft that I could almost imagine it was Sophia. Behind the door, the sounds kept blurring together more and more until I could barely tell who was making them anymore. Sophia. Emily. The bed creaking softly beneath them. My entire body felt hot and floaty, trapped somewhere between humiliation and relief.
At some point, I stopped trying to picture what was happening inside the bedroom clearly. My mind just drifted away as I leaned into Chris’s soft touch. It felt like he understood exactly how close to the edge I already was as I was picturing Sophia tied up on the bed. Emily kneeling beside her so naturally. Both of them letting go completely while Chris and I stayed outside the door together, aching and useless and desperate for every tiny sound they gave us. And somehow, I felt weirdly proud of us. Like this strange little world finally made sense.
I leaned back against the wall and let my head fall against Chris’s shoulder while his hands kept moving softly against my cage. Neither of us spoke. We just stood there together in the hallway listening to our girlfriends disappear further and further into the room beyond the locked door, until eventually my entire body tensed at once and I quietly came against the inside of the cage, shaking and breathless while the muffled sounds from the bedroom kept going on without us.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the noises behind the door started calming down again. The bed creaked one last time, then there was silence. Chris immediately straightened beside me, breathing hard, while both of us stared at the door like we had forgotten how to move. A few seconds later, the lock finally clicked.
When Dylan stepped out into the hallway, his hair was a mess and there were fresh scratches running across his neck. He barely even looked surprised to find us still standing there. ‘Think they need you boys now’, he said quietly. Then he picked up his things and disappeared toward the bathroom again.
For a second, neither Chris nor I moved. Then we slowly stepped into the bedroom together. The room smelled overwhelmingly like sex now. Sophia was still tied to the bed exactly where I had left her earlier, hair completely ruined, stockings torn open in places now. Her eyes looked distant, unfocused, while drool slowly escaped around the ball gag resting between her lips. Red marks covered her ass and thighs, and yet she looked peaceful. Completely spent, completely satisfied. Like whatever desperate tension had consumed her earlier had finally burned itself out.
Emily looked even more gone. Her wrists were tied above her head and her panties had been pushed into her mouth at some point. Fresh streaks of cum were running down her face and chest now, but when Chris slowly approached the bed, she didn’t even try to hide herself from him anymore. She just looked up at him softly, almost proudly. Like she needed him to see her exactly like this.
As Chris gently peeled the panties from her lips, she breathed in deeply and let out a shaky little sigh. Then his eyes drifted downward. The sheets beneath her were completely soaked. For a second, he just froze there staring at the dark wet patch spread underneath her thighs, like his brain couldn’t fully process what he was seeing. Emily followed his gaze lazily. Then she gave him the smallest, most exhausted smile. ‘I just let go’, she whispered softly and looked down at the wet spot beneath her. ‘I don’t even remember how that happened.’
Chris was still staring at the sheets when Emily slowly leaned her head against his chest. That finally seemed to pull him back into the moment. Without another word, he carefully reached up and started untying her wrists, his hands visibly shaking now. The ropes had left deep red marks around her skin and he rubbed his thumbs over them once she was free. Emily let out another soft little sigh and practically melted against him, exhausted and warm and completely unconcerned about the mess she was still covered in. As she cuddled herself against him, she took his hand and pressed it against her stomach, silently asking him to hold her there.
Meanwhile, I slowly moved toward Sophia. Her eyes found mine and softened a little when I reached for the ball gag resting between her lips. A string of saliva followed as I carefully pulled it free and set it aside. Then I started untying her wrists one after another, gently rubbing over the fresh rope marks just like Chris had done with Emily. Sophia watched me silently the entire time. When I finally freed her legs too, she curled against me, resting her forehead against my chest while I pulled the blanket over both of us.
We stayed like that for a long time, quietly holding them while the room slowly settled around us again. Eventually, Emily was the first to move. Chris carefully helped her back into her leggings, trying not to stare at the stains still smeared across them while she pulled her sweater over her head again. She looked completely exhausted now, leaning heavily against him while he dressed her.
Sophia barely bothered getting dressed at all. She only slipped back into the long coat she had arrived in and put on her shoes, then we all said our quiet goodbyes to Dylan and stepped outside into the cold spring night. Before we got into our separate cars, Chris awkwardly handed me his phone. I typed in my number, unsure why it felt so embarrassing to keep eye contact with him.
Then Sophia and I finally got into the car and started driving home. Within minutes, she was already drifting off in the passenger seat beside me, one hand resting absentmindedly against my thigh. In the soft glow of the streetlights, she looked so very innocent again. At least until my eyes drifted downward and caught the silver key still resting between her breasts, my cage straining painfully in response. During the quiet drive home, I somehow realized that this was no longer just a game we played from time to time. I had chosen this role for myself, over and over again. And was already aching to see where it would lead us next.
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