u/MadCrazyDad

The water in Brenda’s pool was cool, but the steel cage between my legs felt heavy and hot in the sun. I swam naked, the device bobbing visibly in the water, while Gina and Brenda lounged on the patio chairs, sipping wine and watching me. Every time I climbed out of the pool, dripping wet, their eyes locked onto the metal contraption.

"Look at it glinting in the sun," Brenda laughed, pointing at my crotch. "It’s like a little shiny chastity belt for a puppy. Does it help you remember that your cock is useless, Darron?"

Gina smirked, taking a sip of her drink. "He knows. He hasn't been inside me in weeks. That cage is the only thing keeping him from humping my leg like a dog."

We eventually moved to the sun loungers to dry off. Brenda, bold and tipsy, sat right next to me. She reached out, her fingers flicking the metal cage, making it clatter against my pelvic bone. "Poor thing," she cooed, mockingly. "All locked up and nowhere to go."

She shifted, swinging her leg over me to straddle my waist. The heat of her bikini-clad body against mine was electric. My cock instantly tried to expand, ramming painfully against the steel bars. The strain was agonizing, a dull throb that shot up into my stomach.

"Brenda," Gina said, her voice sharp but curious. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Brenda replied, looking down at me with a wicked grin. "He can't do anything. Look at him. He’s harmless."

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my left ear. Her breath was hot against my skin. "I have a question for you, Darron," she whispered. "Since your wife won't use that cock... would you like to be pegged?"

My heart stopped. If my cock had been free, it would have exploded instantly. The thought of being taken, of finally being filled in the way I had secretly craved for so long, made my head spin. "Yes... please," I rasped, my voice ragged.

Brenda sat up, turning to Gina. "Can I fuck your husband's ass?"

Gina looked at me, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she shrugged. "He wanted me to do that, but I’m not doing it. It’s not my thing. You can take his anal virginity, though. As long as I watch."

Brenda grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Come on, then."

We walked into the house, Brenda leading the way to her bedroom. Gina followed close behind. "You're going to be her slut now, Darron," Gina murmured in my ear as we walked down the hallway. "How does that feel?"

"Like I'm dreaming," I admitted.

Inside the bedroom, Brenda went to her closet and rummaged around for a moment. She pulled out a harness with a small, silicone dildo attached. "I don't want to destroy your little asshole," she teased, holding it up. "Just fuck it until you cum."

She pointed to the bed. "Straddle the corner of the mattress. Stand up and bend over."

I positioned myself, gripping the edge of the mattress as I had done at home, but this time there was no cage grinding against fabric. There was only anticipation. Brenda poured a generous amount of lube over the strap-on and then drizzled it over my asshole, the cold liquid making me shiver.

She stepped up behind me. "You ready for this?"

"Yes, please fuck my ass," I breathed.

She slowly pushed the dildo against my hole. The pressure was intense, but as she sank the strap-on slowly into me, I felt my caged cock jump and twitch. It felt incredible—a fullness I had never known. I lowered my chest onto the bed, reaching back to grab my ass cheeks, pulling myself open for her.

"Fuck my cunt," I whispered into the duvet.

"What did you say, little bitch?" Brenda asked, pausing her thrusts.

I looked back at her, my face burning. "Fuck my cunt."

Brenda laughed, looking over at Gina. "He wants his hole called a cunt! Hilarious!"

Gina was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand slowly rubbing herself through her swimsuit as she watched her friend violate her husband. "I told you he was a pervert," she said, her breath hitching slightly.

Brenda started to move then, finding a rhythm. She thrust in and out, fast then slow, keeping me guessing. The sensation of the silicone dragging over my prostate was mind-blowing. My cock was leaking steadily inside the cage, dripping onto Brenda’s expensive bedding.

She kept fucking me for what felt like twenty minutes, driving me to the brink of madness. My entire world narrowed down to the feeling of being filled, the smell of sex in the room, and the sight of Gina touching herself while watching me be used.

"Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Please make my clit cum, Brenda."

She didn't hold back. She gripped my hips and hammered me hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The pressure built until I couldn't take it anymore. I felt my cock spasm violently inside the cage, shooting cum onto the bedspread beneath me. My ass clenched rhythmically around the strap-on, milking it as I rode out the most intense, ruined orgasm of my life.

At the same time, Gina let out a long moan, her body shuddering as she brought herself to orgasm watching the display.

Brenda pulled out, leaving me feeling suddenly empty and gasping for air. She unbuckled the harness and looked down at the mess I had made on her sheets.

"Look at that," she said. "You made a mess. Clean it up."

As I leaned down to lick my cum from the bed, I could hear Gina still panting behind me, coming down from her high. I was nothing but a toy for them, a slut to be used and cleaned up, and I had never been happier.