Second Test

M laid naked in Charlie's bed next to her, still feeling numb and detached from the evening's events. Not even two hours ago, he had been at that party, alone and without anyone to really talk to, while Charlie was upstairs fucking another man. As if that wasn't enough humiliation for one night, she tried sucking him off in his car only for him to cum practically the instant her lips touched his cock, so quickly he couldn't even get properly hard.

His next moment of emasculation came when he couldn't get himself together enough to even drive Charlie back to her apartment, and she ended up driving them back while he just sat in the passenger seat, blankly staring out the window. She practically had to carry him into her apartment, undress him, bathe him and put that damned chastity cage back on -- this time with a proper lock -- before tucking him into her bed.

Charlie was gentle and caring -- loving, even -- about it, but M was simply too numb from the shock and hurricane of unexpected, conflicting, and extreme emotions to care. Was this what it felt like to be broken? to truly submit to someone? or was this some fucked up form of cruelty and abuse, which the woman sleeping next to him unleashed upon him without forewarning?

M just wasn't sure, and he was far too mentally exhausted to think about it. All he could do was lay in this bed, staring at the ceiling, awaiting sleep that probably wouldn't come. M shifted slightly, trying to find some position that would give him comfort; Charlie groaned next to him, mumbling something in her sleep. She turned towards M, wrapping her arm around his midsection, pulling him close and resting her forehead against his shoulder.

M felt Charlie's breasts against his arm, as she slid a leg over his own. He felt the warmth and softness of a thigh brush against his hand as she snuggled next to him. Like him, Charlie was naked also, and in any other situation having a naked woman like Charlie sleeping next to him would have been a dream come true. Tonight, between the chastity cage reasserting its presence and what happened at the party, it felt more like a surreal fever dream.

M closed his eyes, trying to force himself asleep, but all he could see in his mind's eye was Charlie, on her hands and knees over Brian, her head bobbing over his crotch while he fingered her wet, eager pussy. He was reminded again how he sat on that couch, surrounded by people he didn't know, listening to the bed thumping upstairs as Brian and Charlie fucked. He thought back to how he caught himself, to his own horror, fantasizing about what was going on barely ten feet above him in that guest bedroom.

Those mixed flashes of anger, jealousy, fear, horror, arousal, pain, and raw animalistic desire. How each kept swelling over the others, mixing together, and blending into a torrent of raw emotion which M could barely understand, let alone analyze or fight. It was like nothing M had ever felt before or was like to feel again, and he couldn't even understand it well enough to know if he loved it or hated it.

His only anchor, for the moment, was the very woman who inflicted it upon him -- the same one who had treated him with such consideration afterwards, the same one who was sleeping peacefully with him in her arms. M kept his eyes shut, and tried to think about anything else -- or not at all.

A moment later, M felt a tickling sensation on his chin and warm, soft weight on his torso. He felt light on his face, and opened his eyes. At some point he must have fallen asleep, because the first thing he saw was Charlie, laying atop him, her breasts on his stomach and her head resting on his chest, one hand gently caressing his face.

Charlie smiled at him, and said, "you're cute when you sleep...good morning". She tilted her head and kissed M's chest, continuing to stroke his chin.

M felt conflicted, ashamed, and slightly disgusted by what he couldn't identify. His head already felt clearer than it did last night, but he couldn't get the sights and sounds of the evening before out of his mind. He had to admit it was nice waking up with Charlie like this, but still, he had seen another man's cock inside her, and that was something M couldn't reconcile for himself.

M looked away, and said, "good morning," trying to sit up. In response, Charlie shifted her weight, and moved her hand from his cheek to his shoulder. She was holding him down, but weakly. M could easily have shoved her off if he wanted, but her gentle pressure was enough to indicate to him what she expected; M relented, slumping back into the bed.

The expression on Charlie's face shifted from morning bliss, to stern seriousness. M wasn't sure if his attempt to sit up had angered her, or if she was preparing to give him bad news. He felt a flash of shame he might have ruined her morning, followed by a burst of fear she was about to dump him.

Did she like Brian better? did he give her everything she wanted last night and then some? did she just bring him home last night to make sure he had some place to sleep off his trauma?

"We need to talk about last night," Charlie said flatly. Uh-oh. M prepared himself to hear the worst. Maybe he wanted to hear it, after what Charlie did last night. Maybe he would have said it himself, if she wasn't going to. M tried to look her in the eyes, and nodded.

Charlie continued. "As if it wasn't obvious from the way you acted last night, Vic texted me this morning and warned me you saw me with Brian". M didn't remember telling Vic, but he remembered Vic warning him Charlie had plans for the evening; hooking up with Brian during the party must have been it. Thinking about the events of last night, M realized it must have been pretty easy for Vic to figure out he probably went upstairs when he shouldn't have.

M nodded, confirming to Charlie he had. Charlie said, "tell me what you saw".

M swallowed; was Charlie really going to do this? make him relive last night's events in lurid detail, and explain it to her? Charlie knew what she did, far better than M -- she didn't need his commentary. What purpose could it possibly serve to go over this?

"Don't make me repeat myself," Charlie said, firmly. The tone of her voice kickstarted M's submissive nature, giving him a much-needed mental and emotional anchor while the events of last night flashed through his head with absolute clarity.

"I went upstairs to see if you were okay, and I heard something from the guest bedroom. I peeked through the door. I saw you, naked on the bed...sucking Brian's cock."

"...and then?" Charlie asked.

"That's it. I walked away and went downstairs to the bathroom to wash my face, and I just sat on the couch the rest of the night until you were done. I couldn't stand to see any more."

Charlie stared at him, obviously trying to read his facial expressions. After a moment of quiet, she asked, "and that's it?"

M replied, "yes, that's it -- no. When I was downstairs, I heard the bed thumping against the wall. I don't think anyone else heard it, though. Or if they did, they didn't notice it, or didn't know what it was."

"How did that make you feel?" Charlie asked, still watching him intently.

M genuinely didn't know how to reply. He started, hesitated, and stopped. He didn't even know where to begin. He looked away from her, pursing his lips, putting effort to consider what he might say. Charlie furrowed her brow in response.

Before he could begin, Charlie spoke. "Hurt, angry, humiliated, panicked, sick to your stomach? Everything at once?" M nodded, wondering how she knew. He considered it a moment -- it's a natural response to catching someone cheating on you, he supposed. If she knew how it made him feel, why is she asking? why would she even do it to him in the first place?

"But there was something else, wasn't there..." Charlie said, trailing off. What else would there be? what else could there be? M was growing frustrated in addition to his discomfort, and for a moment he considered pushing Charlie off him, getting his clothes, and leaving with every intent to never see this woman again. But before he could, Charlie reached down beneath the covers and put her hand on the chastity cage.

M gasped, feeling her fingertips on his balls, and the warmth of her skin through the cage; the slight pressure she exerted, pushing the cage slightly into him, and the slipperiness of the precum that had already been oozing out of him. M had been so stuck in his headspace, reliving what happened last night and living the humiliation of having to tell Charlie about it, he didn't realize he'd grown quite erect -- or as erect as he could be -- inside his cage. M didn't understand...this was turning him on? again?

His mind flashed to last night, specifically how confined he felt in his cage and how desperate he was to take it off and relieve himself of his urgent need to cum. His eminent need to assert control over his own body and sexuality in the face of Charlie cheating on him. How primally horny Charlie's pleasure with another man had truly made him. M groaned, in pleasure and defeat, slumping back into the bed.

Realization dawned on M. Through the shock, pain, and humiliation...he liked it. He liked the powerlessness, the desperation, the immediacy, and how truly alive he felt in that moment he saw her with another man. He felt the vicarious thrill, the pleasure Charlie experienced in those moments Brian's cock was in her mouth...and other places. It was all so confusing, so inappropriate to his mind, so completely alien...but at the same time, so absolutely gratifying in a way no other form of play had ever been.

M reflexively resisted the idea. He thought to himself, no. He closed his eyes, feeling tears in them, and swallowed hard. He shook his head briefly, and Charlie said, again in that firm tone that forced his submissive nature to the surface, "say it".

"Turned on," M heard himself say, as if he was sitting beside his own body. "It turned me on to see you sucking Brian's cock. God, it turned me on so bad..." the words came unbidden from his mouth, his last resistance broken. M could no longer help himself, "...I wish I'd stayed to watch".

Charlie smiled at him, kneading his balls with her fingers. She slid one fingertip into the tip of the chastity cage, teasing M's leaking, throbbing, restrained cockhead. M gasped and moaned; at this point, even this little degree of touch was enough to put him on edge, pleasure jolting through his body like electricity.

"But you didn't," she said, "and I wouldn't have let you. But would you like to know what happened?"

M felt the same intoxicating flush of emotions he experienced last night, all over again. But this time, Charlie's dexterous manipulation of M's caged genitals brought his arousal and sense of vicarious pleasure to the forefront above all else, giving him grounding -- and somehow, support -- to prevent being swept away in the emotional tide this time. Having admitted to himself his turbulent gratification, M felt prepared to hear whatever crushing truth Charlie would say.

"Yes, please," he said. Charlie smiled wider at M, continuing to toy with his restrained genitals. She shifted her hand from his shoulder to his chest, resting her chin on her forearm as her auburn hair spilled around her round face; M felt the warm and soft weight of her breasts against his stomach, and kept his hands at his sides to allow Charlie full access to his body. M relaxed into the bed, listening intently to Charlie and slipping into a mindful, aroused, headspace, as she began her story.

"I used to work with Brian at the hospital, before accepting my new position," Charlie started, her fingertip brushing M's cock through the bars of the chastity cage. M shifted and moaned slightly, as Charlie continued. "Long hours, double shifts, not a lot of time off and little time for fun...stress builds up, and you have to work it off somehow. We had an arrangement."

"Friends with benefits?" M asked, breathily.

"Something like that," Charlie replied. "You just lay down and listen. We hadn't seen each other in a while -- not since I left the hospital -- and I saw he'd RSVP'ed to Vic's party. This was just before we had our third date, so...I started thinking."

M averted his gaze a bit, feeling a bit hurt. Charlie had been talking to him that entire week? Did she tell him not to contact her, to keep him out of the way so they could flirt and sext the entire time? Was his being in chastity part of this plan? It all seemed excessively cruel, but M couldn't deny the excitement and arousal he felt in this moment.

"I was already going to put you in chastity, I'd ordered the cage online and everything. And, I was already going to tell you not to contact me until I contacted you...but if I had a little fun to keep me occupied until then..."

M's eyes widened a bit, and he froze in fear of what Charlie was about to say. Charlie must have felt his muscles tense, as she slipped her fingers underneath the shaft of his caged cock, brushing the tips against its most sensitive parts. M gasped and jerked, reminding him of his intense arousal underlying all the anxiety and humiliation.

"We'd already been texting back and forth before our third date, and it got a little...spicy. I was so horny seeing you naked, doing my chores, and caged...hearing you jerk off in the bathroom...I couldn't help myself. I texted Brian and he came over, right after you left."

M's heart sank, and despite Charlie's expert manipulations, he emitted a defeated groan. He genuinely had no idea how to feel or what to think; the disorienting swirl of emotions within him, the mixed signals he was currently receiving from Charlie, the knowledge the party wasn't just an isolated incident but ongoing, and someone with whom she had past relations...it was too much, and it pushed him to a deep sense of heartbreak.

M closed his eyes, and tried to push the reality of the moment out of his mind. Maybe he was dreaming, or misunderstanding Charlie's words. He knew it was all too real, but for the moment, he needed some form of emotional respite.

"We were in the bedroom almost as soon as he was in the door. Right here in this bed. He knew what I needed more than anything, and he gave it to me. He held me down and ate my pussy until I begged him to stop. Then, he bent me over the side of the bed, held my hands behind my back, pulled my hair, and fucked me doggy style so hard I was crying in pleasure.

God, I forgot how good he was at that, and how big and beautiful his cock is. When I thought I couldn't take any more, he flipped me over, put my ankles over his shoulders, and fucked me missionary until he came inside. I was so worn out and cum drunk, all I could do was lay on the bed while his cum leaked out of me and down my ass."

M couldn't help but feel conflicted revulsion, knowing he was laying in the bed Charlie cheated on him in. He wondered where on the bed Brian held her down, where Brian bent her over and fucked her as good as Charlie said. He wondered if these were the same sheets. Again, M wanted to just get up and leave, never speaking of this again, but something kept him frozen in bed, laying underneath Charlie as she continued playing with his caged cock and balls.

"But, you know what really made fucking Brian last week so hot and intense? What made me so wet, and made me cum so hard?" Charlie asked, pinching M's nipple to get his attention. M yelped, looking down at her smiling face with a combination of fear, anger, and pain both physical and emotional.

"Knowing you were caged for me, obedient and patient, trusting I would contact you soon about our next date." Charlie's words soothed M's ego some, giving him some sense of validation that, even though she had fucked another man, he was still in her thoughts and a source for her sexual gratification. M locked eyes with her, and despite the conflict he felt, Charlie's bright eyes and glowing smile -- and the hand still on his caged cock, toying with it pleasurably -- provided the emotional center he needed to begin processing the torrent of emotions he had felt since the night before.

M couldn't help but ask, "why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Charlie furrowed her brows for a moment. M couldn't tell whether it was displeasure he had interrupted her, or if she was just thinking about what to say. She pursed her lips, looking away for a brief moment as her hand slipped from M's cage and gently squeezed his thigh. M felt the absence of Charlie's subtle sexual stimulation, and felt a moment of anxiety he had said the wrong thing and ruined the moment.

"Honestly? Men are unpredictable in these situations, and no matter what they say, you never really know for sure. I already know what you're going to say -- you could have decided if this was right for you, you could have prepared for it. There is no such thing as preparing for this, it's either for you or it isn't, and you can't know until it happens.

Tell me -- if I had said something, would we be here?"

The question caught M by surprise. It wasn't something he had thought about, or conceived to think about. Everything had happened so quickly and without warning, he never considered alternative scenarios beyond those that involved him seeing more of Charlie and Brian together. To this point, Charlie had skillfully curated their conversation through leading questions, light sexual stimulation, and overt dominance, to draw out predetermined truths M likely wouldn't have admitted otherwise.

Now, she withdrew her multiple instruments of control, and was giving M freedom to answer of his own volition. It felt sudden, and somehow unfamiliar, to M in this moment, and he was strangely discomforted by Charlie's lack of assertion. He genuinely wasn't sure if the two of them would be together, in Charlie's bed, had she said something about Brian. Maybe he would have broken things off before they ended up here, out of the very real hurt, anger, and sense of betrayal he felt; he realized he likely would have regretted it, but by that point there would be nothing to do other than mourn what might have been.

Would it have been M's place to judge? Even if he and Charlie were seeing each other in a vanilla context, it's not as if they'd had "the conversation"; they'd only gone on three dates, hardly time to consider exclusivity. She'd clearly marked "non-monogamous" on her kink profile, and M realized he hadn't fully considered the implications of that in the context of their developing dynamic. After all, it was his first time exploring more than kinky hook-ups, casual play, and short-lived flings.

M had a lot to consider -- but Charlie's hands moving back to his genitals knocked M out of his headspace. M gasped slightly, realizing he'd grown soft inside his cage considering Charlie's question. He blinked, and Charlie watched him with concern and intensity.

"Exactly," Charlie said, almost as if she'd read his mind. Or maybe she didn't have to -- M's feelings were likely clear to her, between the looks on his face, the reactions of his body, and the softening of his cock as she laid atop him, naked. M realized, as he was, he could hide nothing from her...something he found gratifying and intensely intimate.

Again, he found all he needed, was to relax and trust Charlie's intuition and guidance. M found himself learning more about submission in these quiet, intimate, moments between himself and Charlie, than he'd ever learned at clubs, play parties, private scening, or any particular performance of protocol or bondage. M returned Charlie's gaze, nodding to her to acknowledge their shared sentiment, and as quiet indicator he was ready for her to continue her story.

Charlie continued fondling M's genitals, and begun playing with his nipple as she watched M's face contort in denied gratification. She smiled at him, speaking again while her chin resting on her forearm.