Stephen dragged the razor through the bath water, shaking it clean. He dragged the razor up his leg, all the way up towards the cage that enclosed his penis, until the razor closed against the metal. Stephen leaned forward and peered into his cage, seeing some bristles of hair there. He frowned at this.
He was supposed to keep himself hairless, but that was hard when his dick was locked up away from his reach.
Maybe he could ask them to unlock him, but… well, they usually were pretty busy.
Stephen drained the bath and toweled himself off. He went to his bedroom where his pink teddy and white fishnet stockings were already laid out for him. He stepped into his teddy, and rolled the stockings up his smooth and hairless legs.
He went over to his wife’s dresser and turned on the light on the mirror. He applied his lipstick.
___
The doorbell rang, and Stephen went to open it. He was carrying a cold Heineken he had pouredinto a frozen glass they kept in the freezer special for their guest.
“Hi John,” Stephen said, opening the door. “Come in.”
The key to the cage around Stephen’s little dick hung around John’s neck, hanging outside John’s sweater. This was a message to Stephen, of course. John was Stephen’s key holder, and usually didn’t make a big deal out of it. Sometimes when all three of them went out to dinner John would display the key in this way, although not so much any more.
Stephen got it. He knew his place these days.
Still it sent a little thrill through Stephen to see it, though.
“You look very pretty, Stephanie,” John told him.
Stephen handed John the glass with the beer in it.
But John waved his hand.
“You know what,” John said. “Long day at work. I’ll just have some coffee. Put the beer in the fridge for later.”
“Yes sir,” Stephen said quietly, looking down. John did not like a lot of eye contact from Stephen.
Stephen made hisway to the kitchen after hanging up John’s jacket.
“Hey Mel?” Stephen said to his wife.
She looked luxury, even though she was in her robe. She was cooking, after all, but Stephen knew she was in her own lingerie underneath the robe, and almost certainly plugged as well.
Melanie looked over at her husband as she stirred the pasta.
“Ooh,” she cooed. “You look very pretty, sweetie.”
“Thanks,” he blushed. “But he wants coffee.”
“Coffee? How much? Should I make a pot, or just do a Keurig cup real quick?”
“I didn’t ask.”
“Well go find out,” Mel said, stirring the linguine, waving her husband off with her hand.
“I’ll just make a pot.”
“No,” she said sternly. “I’m cooking in here. You go ask him what he wants.”
“But-“
“No,” she said. “No whining. God. Just go ask him what the fuck he wants, Stephanie.”
Stephen’s face turned red. He still didn’t like it when his wife called him Stephanie.
But he knew not to say anything. If he upset her, she’d tell John, and then… well, best not to think about it.
“Yes dear,” he said, and padded away in his stockings.
___
“John, did you want, like, us to make a pot of coffee, or just a quick cup of the Keurig, or…”
John looked up from his phone, blinking.
“What?” John asked. He hadn’t heard.
“I was asking if you wanted us to make a pot, or we could just do one of the Keurig cups…”
John blinked at him.
“Just… just can you get me a cup of coffee, Stephanie? Do you think you can do that?”
Stephen was distracted by the light shining from the key laying on John’s chest.
“Yes, John,” he mumbled.
Stephen turned to go. He’d just make a Keurig cup, then.
“Stephanie?” John said quietly as Stephen turned away.
Stephen froze.
“Yes sir?” He asked quietly, looking down.
“Am I wrong, or are you not plugged like I told you to be?”
Fuck.
He had forgotten.
“I… I’m sorry, John… sir… I just forgot is all, I had to get the candles-“
But all of the sudden Stephen could feel John standing behind him, six inches taller than Stephen, John’s breath on Stephen’s neck.
“You forgot,” John said quietly, almost absentmindedly.
Stephen could feel John’s bulk behind him, and Stephen felt very vulnerable now. John’s body was close to Stephen’s, pushing the little bunny tail puff on Stephen’s teddy into his back. Stephen could feel John’s heat, thought he could feel part of John’s cock back there, also, semi-hard, thick, powerful.
“I’m sorry,” Stephen whispered.
John leaned forward, putting his mouth almost to Stephen’s ear.
“How did I tell you I wanted you to be for me?” John grew.
“Plugged,” Stephen stammered. “Ready. Ready for you in case you… in case you wanted my ass.”
“Like a what, Stephanie?”
“Like a goodgirl,” Stephen blushed. “Like a slave.”
Stephen’s cock was pushing against his cage from the humiliation.
“Then you had better go put it the fuck in, don’t you think, Stephanie?”
“Yes, John. Yes, Master. It’s just…”
“What?”
“Should I do that first,” Stephen while. “Or do you want the coffee first, sir?”
___
“Yes, thank you, Stephanie,” John said, laughing. “All done.”
Stephen took John’s plate away and took it to the kitchen.
Behind him he could hear his wife and John laughing some more. It had been a couple weeks since those two had seen each other, of course, they talked every day. Still, the way their eyes lit up when they were together, it was something to see.
Stephen scraped the plates and arranged them neatly in the dishwasher. He was happy. He wasn’t as close to John as his wife was, still, he was happy that Melanie had someone like John in her life.
“Are you done?”
Stephen jumped, started, his chatity cage leaping pathetically up and down.
“John! I didn’t hear you come in. Did you need another Heineken?”
“You know, Stephanie… after all this time, do you know what?”
Stephen shook his head.
“After all this time, I never told you. I really don’t like Heineken very much. Can you start keeping some better beer around here for me? Would you do that for me?”
“Of course, John!”
John smiled.
“Thank you, Stephanie. And thanks for shaving that stupid bear off for me. You looked ridiculous with it.”
Stephen blushed. He thought he’d looked pretty good in the bear. He got compliments about it at the office.
Stephen didn’t know what to says.
“But… would you like another Heineken, sir? It’s all we have. Unless you want wine?”
John laughed.
“I’ll have the Heineken. After all, you did get it for me. And I should be more appreciated.”
Stephen didn’t know what to say to that, either. So he bent over, reaching into the refrigerator. He became aware of John looking at his ass, smooth under a tight pink teddy, a little bunny tail puff on top of his butt.
John is a little drink, Stephen thought. He handed the man another beer.
John took a big swallow.
“You’re a good little submissive for me, aren’t you, Stephanie? You really like doing what I want. Almost as much as your wife does.”
Stephen blushed. But it was true.
John stepped close, very close. He reached down and pulled Stephen’s teddy to one side, and idly fingered the cock cage under there.
“When’s the last time I let you cum, Stephanie?”
“I… I don’t remember,’ Stephen whispered.
But that wasn’t true. He remembered Very well being allowed to take his cage off after a long night of serving his wife and her bull as the two of them fucked and fucked. He remembered kneeling at his wife’s feet, pulling on his dick until he squirted all over the hardwood floor, cumming faster than he thought he could, scared to be caged again before he was allowed to finish.
He remembered how John laughed as Stephen licked his own cum off the floor at the man’s feet while Stephen’s wife knelt and made sure it was all licked clean.
Stephen remembered that very well.
“It’s been a while,” was all he said, though.
“I bet it has,” John said. “Well, I feel you have been a good little girl for me, and I also feel you were a stupid fucking bitch not being plugged for me like you know you are to be. So I’m going to make you a deal, Stephanie.”
“Yes John?”
“Get on your knees.”
Stephen did, and Stephen sucked John’s cock into his mouth when John slide it out for him without hesitation.
“Good girl,” John purred. “You are going to make my cock hard with your mouth, and then take me to the guest bedroom where you’ll be sleeping tonight. I’m going to pound your fucking ass until I get bored of you and go upstairs to your wife. If you cum, you cum. Up to you. Do you understand?”
Stephen slide John’s cock out and looked up.
“Yes sir.”
“But I can tell you it’s going to fucking hurt.”
___
“I want this,” Stephen whispered, pulling his knees up to his chest.
“Thank you,” John said, pushing the thick head of his cock at Stephen’s tight little asshole.
John rarely fucked Stephen’s ass, or did anything sexual with Stephen at all. Of course it was entirely up to John what, if anything, would happen. But every time John did use Stephen, he made Stephen says that.
John started rocking his hips back and forth, pushing, stretching, pushing some more. Stephen gasped and tightened at the thick cock, hurting at first.
Soon Stephen relaxed, the pain receiving, pleasure replacing it.
“Kiss me,” John said, leaning forward, sliding his cock in just a little more.
Stephen leaned forward, still pulling his knees tight to his chest.
But John laughed, pulling back. He slapped Stephen.
“You fag,” John said. “I’m not going to kiss you. Even though you are very pretty.”
And then John started fucking Stephen for real, shoving his cock in, making the other man squeal and gasp.
“Keep those knees tight,” John grewled, and Stephen compiled, holding tight to himself.
“Oh, God,” Stephen gasped as John started fucking him, smoking Stephen into the mattress, raising his hips high before impaling the other man over and over.
“Your wife can hear you,” John laughed, but Stephen didn’t care, couldn’t care, could only focus on how good the hard cock inside him felt, how strong and powerful that cock was.
Stephen looked John in the eyes.
“You own me, John,” he whispered. “I belong to you.”
This was new. The few other times John had fucked Stephen had been different, with Stephen looking to the side, biting the mattress and the pillow as he struggleded to take his master’s cock.
“That’s right,” was all John could say. “God damn right I own you.”
But Stephen didn’t really hear him.
“I belong to you now, John. You own me. You can use me, use my wife, use us any way you like. I am yours. She’s yours. We are your slaves.”
John fucked Stephen harder. It feel good fucking Stephen, actually. Felt good hearing his Stephanie beg for more. But John did not want to cum in Stephen, he wanted to cum in Stephen’s wife.
“You better cum if you want to cum, Stephanie,” John whispered, trying not to cum himself.
“Yes master. I’ll cum for you master. I’ll do whatever you say. You own me.”
John looked down at Stephen. What is he looking at, John wondered.
The key. Stephen was watching the key that kept Stephen’s useless dick locked up, watching it swing back and forth from Stephen’s neck, shining.
Stephen was hypnotized by it. This man owns me now, Stephen was thinking. I will never be free. I don’t want to be free. This man has my cock locked up and the key around his neck and I never, ever want to be free. I always want this man to have my key around his neck.
And Stephen started to cum, inside his cage, his cock painfully jammed into the bars of it, his cum squirting out around the restraints.
“You own me. You own my wife,” Stephen gasped, his whole body jerking as his dick continued to cum behind his cage. “I belong to you. Always you. Always belong to you.”
John slide his cock out of Stephen’s asshole. He was very close to cumming himself.
“Don’t you forget it, cuck,” he demanded. “I’m going to go upstairs and cum in your wife. Do not clean yourself up tonight. Let my cum dry on you. You understand?”
“Yes, John. Thank you.”
John turned off the light on his way out.
“Have breakfast ready when she and I wake up.”
But Stephen didn’t need to be told that. He knew.
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