JWWBT Ch. 06

"That's good to know." I responded and winked at M. meaning another week equals many more black lovers for her.

"So what are the steps on the agenda for us getting ready for tonight?" Brad asked.

"Well, Jackie said. M. and I received very detailed instructions from Claudia at the spa today on how to get ready for tonight. First, you boys need to be given a coffee enema and fitted with butt plugs in the unlikely event that a member wants to fuck either of you. Second, M. and I need to shave you down to the skin and practice putting on your chastity cages. Third, you have to help us pick out accessories to wear with our lingerie tonight, and finally, you need to put on your tux tops and your bowties."

"Sounds like a plan." I said.

"Did it hurt?" Brad asked me.

"Did what hurt?" I responded.

"You know, getting fucked up the butt."

"Na, it was a piece of cake, the brief discomfort was nothing compared to the pleasure of having my prostate massaged by a black cock and the super orgasm it produced. Did you bring along a plug for both yourself and Jackie?" I said.

"Sure did."

Brad and I removed all of our clothes and lay down on the bed looking at each other as our wives filled the enema bulbs with coffee which they would inject into our bowels. When you embark on an adventure it's good to have someone you can lean on when the going gets strange. Having had an enema the night before I walked Brad through what was going to happening, while he listened intently.

"As soon as you feel very full say...STOP." I continued to instruct Brad.

"Hold it for as long as you possibility can, and then run like a penguin being chased by a leopard seal to the bathroom when you feel like you're seconds away from exploding. I laughed, repeat one more time and you are done."

"The things we do." Brad laughed.

"Hey, if was easy being a cuckold, everyone would to it." I laughed back.

After the enemas our wives fitted the two inch plugs into our butts using baby oil as a lubricant. Mine fit in easily but Brad had a problem until I told him to just relax and stop cinching up his butt muscles. The wives then led us to the bathroom to be shaved baby smooth. M. knelled before me as Jackie did to Brad sharing a pair of scissors, a personal trimmer, shaving gel, and a couple of disposable razors.

"It would be more of a turn on if you two beautiful women would lose the robes while your playing the Barber of Seville." Brad joked.

"I really don't think that is a good idea, Brad." I said pointing to the bucket of ice water sitting on the sink countertop I drew before they showed up.

"What's that for?" He asked, telling me that Jackie must have forget (or didn't want) to tell him 'certain things' about preparing him for his cage.

"Okay Brad." I informed, taking a deep breath. "After they shave us down and put baby powder and then baby oil on our dicks so the cage can slip on, if we are the least bit hard our dick won't fit into the cage making it impossible for the girls to practice putting them on. If that happens Claudia has instructed them to order us to drown our dick in ice water shrinking it until it fits!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding." Brad said, but both wives shook their heads 'no' and without a word went back to the task at hand of making us look like newborns.

Over the next ten minutes Brad and I watched our pubis hair fall to the floor exposing our pale skin being covered up since we were twelve. The wives talked back and forth about their day at the spa while Brad and I stared transfixed at the bucket of ice water. I noticed a couple of beads of perspiration on Brad's forehead, and I'm sure he noticed mine.

After the wives had shaved us clean as the day we were born, they moved back to admire their handiwork.

"I think they look cute as the dickens." Jackie laughed in her best southern accent, amusing herself using the word 'dickens'.

"After what we have been through the last couple of days, they sure do look a lot smaller!" M. laughed, sort of like an animal coming back from the groomer.

"Hey, we can't help it. It's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the fight in the dog that counts." I said laughing picking up on the animal analogy knowing the wives were only teasing and didn't mean it as a humiliation.

"Your right, we are sorry (they really were not), we were just having fun with you." Jackie said, giving Brad a kiss as M. did me.

"Jackie I don't know about you, but the size of the dick is second with hardness being most important for me." M. said trimming off a couple of errant lower ball hairs she had missed. "The harder the dick the more I get turned on knowing I'm desired."

"True, still what would you rather have a small hard, thin white dick, or a hard, thick black cock?" Jackie asked, feeling Brad for any stubble she had left behind.

"Of course in my pussy I'd take size any day. There are certain places Will just can't reach and I do enjoy the feeling of a thick cock filling me up, but in the butt small is definitely better." M. came back with matter of factually. "So in a perfect world I'd be DP'ed with my black lover in front and Will in back."

"I'll agree M. but instead of Will in back of me, I have to go with Brad." All of us laughed having a great time at our first CDP.

Now whether it was the kiss Jackie gave Brad or the sprinkling of his dick with baby powder or the conversation the wives were having about sex, I noticed Brad's dick twitch which means more blood is flowing into his dick forecasting an erection was not far off. I pointed to the bucket of ice water and all he could do was shrug his shoulders saying to me...what's the use of trying to stop something you can't stop.

Jackie of course also noticed and scornfully reprimanded him, pointing to the ice bucket. "Bradley John Paulsen, you had best control yourself this instant, or I'll control you like you have never been controlled before."

If M. would have said that to me in the tone of voice Jackie used my dick would have turtled in a heartbeat, however I'm not Brad, the owner of a very independent mined dick which grew larger after hearing the very credible threat.

"That's it. That does it. You are not going to spoil the entire evening for all of us." Jackie scolded, pissed off to the max.

"Go over to the counter, mister, and dunk your cock and balls into the bucket for five seconds." Jackie ordered. Neither M. nor myself came to his defense knowing he had to face the music of his punishment for his transgression. I felt for him, but was glad it was not me!

"Will, I want you to count...one Mississippi, two Mississippi, up to five as fast as you can once Brad's dick and balls are completely submerged." Jackie instructed.

Nodding my head I didn't say a word as Brad's dick and balls made their way to the chilly equivalent of the guillotine. Brad's faced his trial by ordeal like a man, not pleading or begging for mercy. The die had been cast, and he accepted his faith like the true IR cuckold he was.

Giving me the thumbs up sign he plunged his dick and balls in to the hypothermia mix of water and ice as I called out the numbered Mississippi's as fast as I could as he pulled out hearing the last 'e' sounding vowel.

"That's fucking cold." he exclaimed, "Way too fucking cold." The ice water had done its job though and his one proud, defiant dick was now one half its previous size and fortunately for Brad stayed that way while our wives applied the baby oil which would allow our dicks to slip into their cages for the first time ever. This was the first time either of us had ever been 'dominated' which was really a great deal of fun...like being whipped with velvet straps vs. a cat-o'-nine-tails, which would not be fun at all.

Having the wives put on our cages was simple as 1-2-3. First, the large O clamp going underneath the balls and closing at the base of the penis was snapped. On the O ring is a two inch post pointing away from the body. Second, the dick is worked into the downward pointing stainless steel bar cock cage with a ring on the top of it which is inserted onto the post. Three, after the ring passes over the post there is a drilled hole in the post the small padlock fits into locking the O clamp and the cage all to the post...rather an ingenious device if I do say so.

Houdini might have been able to escape from a straight jacket hanging five floors above Manhattan, but there is no way to escape a locked cock cage unless you beat it with a hammer which probably wouldn't be too good of idea. There are two things that you take for granted that you can't do wearing a cage. Number one, stand pissing. Hitting the cage frame or bars the piss flies everywhere. The best strategy is to sit on the toilet and hold a hand palm down over the top of your dick as a splash guard to redirect the flow into the toilet rather than on your pants or shirt. Number two, get an erection...duh. As Brad and I soon found out.

Locked but not loaded Brad and I modeled the cages for ourselves in the mirror and for our wives. I can speak only for my self but I liked the look of it, I just didn't like when it interfered with pissing or getting an erection. Generals put metals on their chests, cuckolds put their dicks in cages, it was that sort of thing that went through my mind. Thinking towards the formal induction party later on tonight I think I will feel much more comfortable once I'm in lockdown.

The wives of course thought we looked 'cute' wearing them and were having fun with lost key jokes and comments about how we wear the pants in the family but they wear the key which were dangling now from their anklets.

Now for the cruel part. Once Brad and I were caged the girls removed their robes and started parading around in front of us getting ready putting on their incredibly sexy lingerie. M. with her black hair was wearing a red garter and red half-cup bar, while the redheaded Jackie was in a matching style set of black. If you can't get an erection watching two gorgeous hotwifes dressing in the sexiest lingerie ever made while they talk about all the fun they are going to have fucking black men...well you are either dead...or in a cock cage.

This was all part of Claudia's grand plan, get the hubbies use to wearing their cages before show time at the induction. My dick tried to make a couple valiant attempts to break out of the cage, but realized soon unless I wasn't Superman, so it was futile. Brad's dick, which was ten years younger than mine, wasn't going to give up without a fight. About a third of his stiffing dick was poking through the bars desperately seeking freedom. The problem was two thirds stood no chance of escape and was blocking the one third from withdrawing...Brad's dick was stuck in the bars.

Back when I was in elementary school a kid had gotten his head stuck in the fence bars on a home along our route. The fire company came and hacksawed the bars holding his head, freeing him. Should I call the Kingston fire department for Brad?

Jackie, to her credit, was very sympathetic to her husbands plight, but rather than unlocking him which would have quickly and painlessly ended his suffering but then would have resulted in a most unwanted erection, she offered another solution, the one Claudia told her she had to use if this situation arose...the bucket of ice water.

Only minutes earlier Brad sunk his privates into the cold abyss with as much enthusiasm as a pirate being forced to walk the plank, this time however he grabbed the bucket from his wife and dunked his package into the icy water breathing a sigh of relief...a chilly dick is one thing a gangrenous dick is quite another. They say you get wiser as you get older, thank god my dick was wiser than Brad's.

After Brad's dick has learned it's lesson for the second time in ten minutes and was comfortably resting in it's cage. The women put on a fashion show asking with stockings, shoes, and jewelry make their outfits sexier, with the not too subtle implied meaning of making them more fuckable for the team members. Brad and I our course gave our honest opinion rating each item they put on from 1 - 10 'boners' with ten being rock hard.

After the wives finished dressing Brad and I put on our white tux shirt, black bowtie, black tail jacket and cummerbund, but of course no pants displaying our cage, socks and shoes. I must say we looked pretty handsome and with the most gorgeous hotwives in the world on our arms we all looked fucking incredibly sexy. I set the camera on the desk top with a time delay taking a set of pictures of the four of us celebrating our new friendship and the sexual adventures of the evening ahead.

Walking through the lobby in robes we didn't attract any attention and entered the waiting limousine with the door help open by our chauffeur greeting us all a good evening. Once inside we removed our robes with Jackie and Brad sitting opposite with a open bottle of Dom Pérignon on ice with four champagne flutes set between us.

Filling all of our champagne glasses I proposed at toast as the limousine pulled away from the hotel for the fifteen minute drive to the Black Cock Club.

"To a night we will always remember and a friendship we will never forget."

Brad then proposed another toast with me

"To M. and Jackie, our wives, the two most wonderful and sexy women in the world, thank you for making our dreams come true."

"Hear, hear." I replied as I clinked flutes with Brad.

M. then lifted her flute along with Jackie saying.

"To Brad and Will, you have given us you love and encouraged our sexual freedom so we can experience what other wives only dream of, thank you for being the most supportive and understanding men in the world."

"Hear, hear." Jackie replied.

Sitting back I looked across at Jackie talking with Brad, she was looking unbelievably sexy with her full breasts supported by the black half-cup bar and her neatly trimmed red landing strip which many black men will use for a runway tonight. Had I not been a cuckold I would have fucked her in a second, but that did not and will not ever happen. Being an IR cuckold, looking at her I don't see my dick entering her but a large black one. Any beautiful woman I visualize her looking much more beautiful with a black cock stuck up in between her legs. I will enjoy watching both M. and Jackie in action tonight and I'm sure Brad feels the same way about M.

What I'm hoping is that Jackie becomes my stroke buddy, and M. becomes Brad's. Every so often a cuckold needs three hands and this is where a stroke buddy really helps out. I'll give you an example, I'm lying on my back with M. squatting over my face giving me a black cum pussy snowball while I support her ass with both of my hands. If Jackie was my buddy and starting stoking my dick in that situation, I'd pop in ten seconds. I really don't want to approach them tonight on the subject since Brad and I will be caged, but at some point during our stay I will.

Pulling up to the club entrance M. said that it was now safe to remove the cages. What she meant is that Claudia had told them to make sure the cages were on before they started to get ready in front of us. Nothing turns on a cuckold more than watching his wife get ready for her date so to prevent 'an accident' from happening we had to be in lockdown. Brad and I have not cum yet today and both of us are more than ready to see which of us can shoot their spurt the furthest. Our chauffeur opened the limo door at the same time the doorman opened the clubs door telling us what great looking couples we were and how he was positive we would have a fantastic time tonight. Turned out he wasn't wrong.

We were escorted by a food waiter to a large set of double door and told to wait why he told Thomas that we had arrived. A minute later the doors were both opened to a large hall area that had been converted into a dinning area with forty people all standing next to their seat. In the front of the hall on a raised stage with a mostly empty dinning table Thomas and Pierre raised their glasses with Thomas saying.

"Members of the JWWBT and honored guests, I have the distinct pleasure to present our newest auxiliary unit inductees Jackie and M. and their cuckold hubbies Brad and Will, please give all of them a warm round of applause for being with us this evening."

Being escorted by the waiter up to the dinning table on the stage joining Thomas and Pierre all the room stood and clapped until we had been seated. On Thomas's right sat M. and then myself. On Pierre's left sat Jackie and then Brad. Looking out over the large 'U' shaped table and seating arrangement all the members wore their team pajamas, the previously inducted hotwives all in gold and black formal looking half-cup bustiers, and their cuckold hubbies in tux tops and cages exactly like ours. A couple of the wives looked to be budging somewhat in the stomach area which didn't appear to be fat. It was quite a visual experience to say the least.

Dinner was quickly served with the food and drink relaxing us for the following induction activities. Looking out over the dinning hall hotwives and cuckolds were interspersed between team members with all having a good time conversing with each other. It reminded me of our hosting dinner at the hotel the night before. I pictured M. and I sitting out there next year, thinking how good she'll look in gold. Every so often a member, cuckold, or hotwife would look up and silently toast us with their glass and smile making us feel very much at home with the group. I'm guessing the average age of a cuckold couple was forty five, about twice the age of a member or the same age as their children, and eight years younger than M. and I. All the women looked sexy but Jackie and M. looked best, like brides outshining her bridesmaids.

After dinner Thomas rose and drew the attention of the room asking Pierre to please stand for his formal induction saying.

"Pierre performed magnificently during the tryouts being both respectful and inventive in his lovemaking. Undeterred by an injury, that required medical attention, he never complained, to the contrary he went out of his way to assure everyone he was okay and able to continue. The determining factor however setting him apart from the other tryout members had nothing to do with sexuality but rather empathy. Not going into particulars, but during a hosting party a hotwife experienced an very embarrassing and what most thought, funny, sexual mishap."

As Thomas spoke M. grew red with embarrassment so it didn't take the entire room long to figure out between Jackie and M. who it happened to. I patted her leg telling her we were among friends and it would all be okay. Thomas continued.

"Even her cuck hubby found it somewhat amusing."

Now it was my turn to redden with embarrassment, thinking back to the cum squirting out of M.'s nose. I felt everyone in the room looking at me, so I kept my head down until Thomas started to speak again.

"Pierre however was concerned that the host wife might have been hurt and hoped that she would be well enough both physically and mentally to continue with the party. All of our most successful breeders have been our best lovers. Breeding is sex, loving is caring. Pierre does both, welcome to the team."

A huge round of applause broke out as Thomas shook his hand and handed him his pajamas which he held up pointing to and smiling at his name in gold lettering along with a gold ID necklace. He then went to Jackie and gave her a quick kiss on the lips and shook Brad's hand. Then approaching M. he not only kissed her but gave her a lengthy hugged her letting everyone know what happened to my wife was the deciding factor in his selection. He then shook my hand and returned to his seat.

"Next I would like to induct both Jackie, (gesturing towards her with his left hand) and M. (his right) into our hotwife auxiliary, both they and their hubbies were kind enough to host a party which led to Pierre's induction tonight as a member. Jackie would you and Brad would both please stand, I would like to present you with your JWWBT membership certificate and a gold and black bustier to be worn at all future formal functions you attend. As is customary tomorrow night you will have the first date with Pierre, and the following night a date with who ever Brad determines by his ejaculation distance."