Locked in Love

  Part Four

  Male Chastity Erotica

  Elliot Silvestri

  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 In Love

  Part Four

  Copyright © 2024 Green Bush Publishing

  First Edition

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  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 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

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  About the Author

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  Chapter 11

  It took me a moment. “You don’t have a cock,” I pointed out.

  That was stating an over-obvious fact, like the sun rises in the east and there is no air in outer space, but Heather was definitely all woman and did not have a cock between her legs. A very pretty pussy, yes. A very tasty pussy, also yes. I had verified both of those things.

  “Yes,” Heather said, a small smile on her face.

  “How are you going to fuck him?” It should have been obvious, but I was still floating on the remains of my multiple orgasms.

  “I brought along a few toys,” said Heather as she went to her bag that had been placed on the counter as we entered the hotel room.

  It wasn’t a purse. It was more like an NPR tote bag. Not exactly huge, but not tiny either. No one would ever mistake it for a piece of luggage.

  I was pleased, and not at all surprised, when Heather pulled out a harness and strapon dildo.

  A girlcock.

  A pegging device.

  I was very excited as to where this was going.

  “Have you ever been pegged before, Nick?” Heather asked.

  “Yes!” I answered way too quickly for him. “Yes he has. I did it to him.”

  Heather was already stepping into the harness. Gabe moved off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

  “Good for you,” said Heather and then turned to face Nick. “Do you want me to peg you?”

  Once again I spoke up for Nick. “I want to watch you fuck him,” I said. “Are you okay with him wearing his cage?”

  “Can I answer?” Nick all but snapped at me.

  I was a bit embarrassed. As much as I wanted to see Nick fucked by Heather, I was being obnoxious and interrupting and trying to control everything. “I’m sorry, hon.”

  “Do you want to get pegged, Nick?”

  He had the floor. And he hesitated.

  “You can say no, hon,” I said softly.

  Heather held her harness in place, hiding her pussy away. The dildo she was working was pink and purple and blue worked into a series of swirls. It was pretty.

  “What do you want me to say?” Nick asked me.

  “I want you to say what you want,” I told him. “But I really want to see her fuck you.”

  “I’m not going to get to cum,” he said. “You said you weren’t going to take off my cage.”

  “You can cum in your cage,” I reminded him.

  “He can?!” Heather seemed truly astounded by this bit of information.

  “I don’t like it,” Nick grumbled.

  “He can physically cum,” I said. “But there’s no real relief from cumming. Ejaculation without orgasm, really.”

  “That sounds hot,” said Heather.

  “It’s like sticking an electrified anal probe up a bull’s ass to make him ejaculate,” said Gabe who had rejoined us after returning from the bathroom.

  We all looked at him with more than a modicum of side eye.

  “What the fuck,” I blurted.

  Heather sighed. “He grew up in farm country.”

  “Pegging a guy is basically hitting his prostate,” Gabe went on. “Hitting that magic button is just ejaculation without orgasm, right?”

  “It’s sort of an orgasm,” said Nick.

  “Okay, I totally want to see this now,” said Heather. “I mean, I’ve pegged Gabe before, but he’s never had a chastity cage.”

  “You’ve been pegged?” Nick asked his friend.

  “Yeah. I love it. Don’t you?”

  “I wish that Lili would do it more often without the cage,” he complained.

  “Let me fuck a few more guys and you won’t have to wear the cage anymore.”

  Heather snapped her fingers. “That’s right. You’ve got that weird ‘even number of sex partners’ thing going, right?”

  “Right,” I agreed.

  “Is it going to screw up things for you if I peg his ass?”

  I shook my head. “Girls don’t count.” Once more I turned to Nick. “Want to do this?”

  “You want me to do it, don’t you?”

  I nodded eagerly and gave him a kiss, enticing him onto the bed with me. “You know that I do. I just want to watch.”

  Nick sighed. “The things I do for you.”

  “You’re going to love it,” Heather promised.

  “What are you getting out of this?” he asked her.

  “I like seeing men take dick up their ass,” she told him.

  Nick looked at Gabe. “She’d done this to you?”

  “Nothing better than being pegged while jerking off, man.”

  “I can’t jerk off,” he complained.

  I kissed him again. “You’re going to love it.”

  It took a minute to get everything prepared. Heather rolled a condom onto her dildo. She claimed it was her favorite toy and wanted to keep it pristine. I helped Nick lube up his asshole. It was oddly intimate. Gabe took a seat where Nick had been watching the bed, and kicked back. Once Heather added some lube to her strapon, we were ready to go.

  “I love reverse missionary,” said Heather as she got between Nick’s legs. He pulled his knees up to his chest, making himself completely vulnerable and exposed.

  “Reverse missionary?”

  Heather gave me a grin. “Girl on top, but she’s not riding his dick.” Heather took her strapon in hand and pressed it against Nick’s back entrance. “Ready for me big boy?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He was swollen inside his metal cage. His shaved balls were drawn up tightly to his body, making his cock look smaller. He looked so sexy and vulnerable. I had seen my pegging strapon go into his ass more than a few times, but it felt completely different watching another woman do it to him.

  He groaned as she pushed inside.

  “I love that sound,” Heather said.

  I moved to her side where I kissed Heather. There was a noise of approval from Gabe. “This is so fucking hot,” I told her. I couldn’t help but palm one of her big tits and feel her nipple. I was excited and didn’t know what to do with my nervous energy.

  “If he wasn’t caged, I’d tell you to blow him or jerk him off,” said Heather as she started thrusting.

  “Sounds so fucking hot,” I said before I kissed Nick. “You’re just going to have to suffer. Lay back and enjoy it.”

  Nick made a grunting noise of what I assumed to be assent as Heather started getting to work on his ass. It was fun to watch her roll her hips back and forth. It caused her tits to jiggle around. Watching that and listening to my husband made me want to lay down and feel between my legs.

  I could have invited Gabe to eat me out or finger fuck me, but he seemed enthralled watching his wife peg Nick. He had a wonderful view of her ass working hard on fucking Nick. I just relaxed and played with my clit, gently rubbing it, keeping myself on edge.

  This was the kinkiest sex I had ever had.

  I wanted to do it again and again and we weren’t done with it the first time.

  I wasn’t sure if there was a thing as too much sex, but I thought that I might be getting dangerously close to that line.

  It only took a couple of minutes before I came again. I rolled to my side and cupped my pussy protectively. Nick was still on his back, taking Heather’s thrusts. He was focused either on the ceiling or her face. She was very pretty so I didn’t blame him.

  She held his legs, making it easier for her to thrust. I reached out and held his caged cock. He moaned loudly when I grabbed him.

  “Do you like taking it up the ass?” I asked.

  “Yeah…”

  “Good little caged boy,” I continued. “Taking a girl cock like a cuck. You like having your cock locked away. You like watching your wife fuck other people. You like that she’s a good slut. You like not being able to cum like a real man, don’t—”

  And that was too much for Nick. He grunted and strained and suddenly my hand was wet with his hot cum where it shot through the pee slot.
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br />   I laughed in delight.

  He groaned with denied relief.

  Heather sighed. “So fucking hot.”

  “He cums like a cuck,” Gabe declared.

  While I liked being a hotwife, Nick wasn’t really a cuckold. He knew who I was fucking and when. I wasn’t abusing him. He liked this. As twisted as it was, he liked this.

  Heather grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth to lick up Nick’s cum. I was a bit jealous she was getting all the rewards, but he had mostly cum due to her hard work.

  There would be plenty of cum from Nick later for me.

  With a satisfied moan, she sat back on her heels. That caused the strapon to slip from Nick’s ass. “That was fun…but I need to cum. I’m so fucking horny.”

  Gabe pointed to his soft cock with his finger. “Hot as that was, hon. I don’t think I can help you out right now.”

  “I can,” I said eagerly and started tugging on her harness straps. We laughed and giggled and kissed and got it off her. Then I was between her legs, kissing and fingering her pussy. She was incredibly wet and incredibly worked up.

  In less than a minute she was cumming on my fingers, soaking me to the wrist.

  “We have to do this again!” I declared I kissed her and then turned my head to kiss Nick.

  Chapter 12

  A few days later I made a comment to Nick. “That was fun and all, but it didn’t up my partner total to yours.”

  “Ah…true, I guess.”

  “I want to fuck a guy without you being there.” I just laid it all out for him.

  “You…what?”

  “I want to fuck a guy without you being in the room, or the house, or even knowing.” I gave him a wink and a nod, like this was all a game.

  And it was. It was just a game. I wasn’t going to leave my husband, the man I loved, the father of my children, over sex. I could get sex from him and other men anytime. The life I had built with him wasn’t something I was going to throw away.

  “Is that a good idea?”

  I liked that he didn’t immediately say no.

  “Why wouldn’t it be?”

  “Just…men are unpredictable. I would know. I’m a man.”

  “Do you know how many messages I get from men who just want to fuck me?” I asked him. “I’m not even on the apps all that much. My profile says I’m married.”

  “But willing to fuck other men.”

  “Yeah, but that doesn’t stop them from trying.” I pulled out my phone and showed him. Nick went through some of the many, many messages I’d received over the past few months. There were a lot of them.

  “Wow. I mean…just…wow.”

  “I’ll let you vet him,” I said, “but this is something I want to do.”

  “Fuck a stranger?”

  “You never did that?”

  He opened his mouth to reply, but said nothing.

  I waited expectantly. “Well?”

  “Just be careful, hon.”

  And so I started the arduous task of narrowing down the field. There were a lot of horny guys out of there. It was fairly easy to eliminate a large number of them just by filtering out the obvious ones I didn’t want to deal with. That still left a large number.

  I had hoped it would take a few hours. I was looking at days of work.

  This was on top of my regular job and just life in general.

  I got sidetracked and delayed and then I got a message from Heather.

  Her text was a nice distraction from the creepy guys trying to chat me up.

  Heather: Want to have a girls’ night out and meet my girlfriend?

  It was simple and direct. I have a couple of friends I tried to get together with at least monthly, but that didn’t always happen. My cousins lived a little far away for regular contact. Why wouldn’t I want to have a girls’ night out with the wife of the man I had recently fornicated with?

  And her girlfriend.

  Nick didn’t care. If anything, he was relieved that I wasn’t going out to fuck another guy. “Is this going to be an all-girl orgy?” he asked me.

  “Don’t be disgusting.”

  “I love meeting the competition,” Danae said to me when I sat down at their table in the bar.

  I started to panic. “What?” Did Danae know what I had done with Heather?

  “Knock it off, Dae,” Heather said with a semi-exasperated sigh while giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. “She’s a sweet and innocent girl…except for the fact that she likes group sex and keeps her husband in a chastity cage.”

  “That’s the only way I’d get close to a naked man,” said Danae.

  After a moment I wasn’t worried about their playful banter. I wasn’t worried about them kissing, either. We lived in a liberal city where no one cares what anyone else does as long as you mind your manners and are polite.

  I was intrigued by Danae. I’d met plenty of lesbians before, of course, but she was different. Her just butch enough haircut was accentuated by hair dyed bright yellow and blue. She was shorter than Heather, which made her very short indeed, but more muscular as well; she was wearing short sleeves that showed off her tattoos and well-developed arms and shoulders. Next to her, Heather was very curvy and very feminine.

  “Try it, you might like it,” Heather teased her.

  “I’ll stay with being a gold star lesbian, thank you very much.”

  “I’m sorry. Gold star lesbian?” It wasn’t a term I had heard before.

  “I haven’t ever had sex or a romantic relationship with a man,” Danae explained.

  “Not even a kiss,” Heather mourned. “Not even an experimental phase in college.”

  “So how did you meet Heather?” Danae asked, turning the conversation.

  “Through her husband,” I answered and winced. Maybe I should have told a white lie.

  “Uh-huh.” Danae was unfazed. “Did you fuck him?”

  “Dae!” This time Heather elbowed her girlfriend in the side.

  Danae barely noticed Heather’s protest. “Well? Did you?”

  I could feel my face starting to flush. “Uh…yeah.”

  “Did you like it?” Danae was completely focused on me. She liked to see me squirm.

  “Yes. I like men. I mean, I’m bi, but I like cock.”

  “I like cock too,” she said.

  “Wait. I’m confused. I thought you—”

  “She’s being obnoxious,” Heather interrupted. “She likes being fucked with a strapon, but only if a woman is wearing it.”

  “Only if you’re wearing it, dear,” Danae said and kissed Heather.

  I wasn’t sure if their affection was performative or if they were always this way. I had only really met Heather when she was with her husband and sex was on the table. They were affectionate enough, but with another woman in the mix, everything seemed to change.

  The sound of the bar around us was good cover for our conversation. I was uncomfortable having it at all, let alone in public.

  “So you two have…?” I didn’t finish my half-formed question.

  “Heather loves the cock,” said Danae, “whether it’s attached to a man or to me. Or another woman, I suppose. Have you used a strapon with her yet?”

  “Uh…no!”

  Danae leaned forward. It took a lot for me not to even glance down her shirt. “Do you want to?”

  “Dae!” Once more Heather admonished her girlfriend.

  “Uh…maybe,” I answered. I wasn’t going to be cowed even if that was the smart thing to do.

  Danae sucked greedily at her drink. “Hot.”

  “Stop it,” Heather said flatly. “We’re not doing that.”

  Danae fixed Heather with a serious stare. “Don’t you want to have an all-girl threesome?”

  “No.”

  I was sort of disappointed by Heather’s answer, but I still spoke up. “I promised my husband I wouldn’t have an all-girl orgy tonight.”

  “What about tomorrow night?” asked Danae.

  Now Heather frowned. “Don’t you have a date tomorrow night? You told me that you did.”

  The air went out of Danae’s bravado. “Yeah. Me and Cindy.” She sighed. “If she knew about you…”

  Heather turned to me. “Sadly, there are surprisingly few slutty and promiscuous lesbians in the world.”

  “You bisexual girls are lucky,” Danae groused. “You can fuck men or women and nobody cares. There’s always dick or pussy out there for you. Women like me…pussy is in surprisingly short supply.”

 

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