The View From My Cage

I thought back to the beginning of my relationship with my wife. Our story is a common one, I think. We met early in our freshman year of college. I fell in love immediately. She didn't. Early on we spoke occasionally, and soon we spoke often. But only ever as friends. She wanted to make the most of college, to "live her life while she still could", as she had once described it to me. Translated, this meant that she wanted to get fucked hard and get fucked often before she had to grow up. I saw plenty of guys come and go. Athletes, frat boys, and some impressively confident nerds who would later go on to be successful scientists and engineers. She knew the feelings I had, and she was tactful, never talking about these guys in front of me. But, word got around. She wanted to have her fun and there was nothing wrong with that. I said that she didn't fall in love with me immediately, and that's true, but she did fall in love with me eventually. By our senior year, she was done sleeping around. Two months after the start of first semester senior year we had our first kiss outdoors on a frigid day in late autumn. Three weeks and five days after that, we made love for the first time. She had held me tight and wrapped her legs around me while I held her waist and saw deep into her eyes, deep into her soul, and she saw deep in to mine. It was a perfect start to our relationship, and my patience had finally paid off.

I think deep down, she knew what I was. She knew what was in my heart. A guy like me waiting around for a girl like her -- patiently, lovingly. We didn't have to discuss my fantasies to begin playing them out. And to be fair, they weren't just my fantasies, they were our fantasies. It started small. During foreplay, she might mention a guy who she had seen at the gym. Someone lean, staring back at her in the mirror. Or she might mention the guy who had tried hitting on her at the bar when she was out with her girlfriends, saying how she let him have some minor success by letting him get close and touch her hip or her shoulder before she politely rejected him. We both came harder on nights when she talked like this. It was only natural that things would progress to full on cuckolding. And although we were happy to allow these fantasies to grow over the years, I never imagined that there would be a night like this.

Even though they'd had eyes for only one another back at the bar, Ken's and my wife's attention turned back to me when we got home and went inside, where things quickly escalated.

"Show him your cute little cage, cuckie!" my wife said, wasting no time.

I hesitated.

"You heard me. Strip down to your fishnets and panties, and show Ken your cage!"

I started by slowly unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off, my face burning red. I wasn't wearing an undershirt. It was instinctual to put off the real exposure and humiliation for as long as possible, although of course I couldn't put it off for long. I had an average body. Some muscle but not much. Some fat, but not much. I knew Ken would see this and know that his strong, athletic figure was superior to mine. Next I removed my socks, revealing my hot pink toe nails. They surprised me, I'd forgotten about them.

"Look at cuckie's nails, Ken!" my wife said. "He painted them just for us! Hold out your hands, baby!"

I did as she said, holding my hands palm down in front of me and splaying my fingers apart in my best attempt at a pretty hand-pose.

"Are you sure that's a he? Because she's starting to look a little more like a she to me," Ken said.

"She? I like it. What do you think, cuckie? Can you be our good girl tonight?" my wife asked.

I swallowed. My heart was racing. They were touching on something deep within me. I'd always known it was there, but had never paid it much attention. I hated it, but my cock was exploding outward in all directions against the hard metal of my cock cage.

"Yes. I will be your good girl t-tonight," I replied, feeling the ball of humiliation boiling over in my chest, wishing I'd had at least one drink tonight. Next came my pants. I stepped out of those, and suddenly I was standing before my wife and her lover in the middle of my own living room, wearing only fishnets, a thong, a chastity cage, and my favorite butt plug.

Without reservation, Ken reached down and gave my chastity cage a little shake. I didn't resist. "It really does keep the little thing nice and compact, doesn't it?" he said. It wasn't a question that necessitated a response, but I still gave a little nod. "Do you want me to let you out of there?" he asked.

"Yes please. I'd really appreciate that, sir," I said.

"First, I want to make sure you put in your butt plug like you were told. Spin around. Good, now bend over. More. More! Perfect. Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks as wide as you can." Obliging, I felt him press on the plug and wiggle it around a little. Then he gave my balls a nice firm squeeze, enough to make me whimper. "It looks like you've been a very good girl," he said.

"Thank you sir. I- I think I have been."

At some point during this, Emma had disappeared and come back with two glasses of red wine from the only bottle we had in the house, my favorite malbec. She sipped hers, enjoying the power demonstration of her new lover. She handed Ken the other glass and he took a big swig.

"One more thing, cuckie, and then we can get that cage off of you. In a few minutes, I'm going to fuck your wife senseless, and we all know that. First, though, you are going to show your appreciation. Kneel down, now!" he said. He stepped in front of me so that his crotch was right in my face. "You are going to give my cock a nice big smooch since it is about to do you a nice big favor." And with that, he dropped his pants and boxers in a single motion. His huge dick hung down in front of my face. I glanced at my wife and her mouth was agape; she couldn't believe what was happening either. But she looked expectant, she wanted the show to go on.

I'd never touched a dick before. I had hardly thought about them. I knew I liked to be fucked in the ass, but in my mind, that was a bodily pleasure. It was about using the right-shaped object to press the right buttons inside my body to get me off. Toys that I used alone or that my wife would use on me. I never expected to touch an actual cock. Let alone with my lips. I could see that some blood had started flowing to Ken's previously limp dick and he now had a partial erection. Meanwhile, my cock raged in vain against its steel confines. I leaned in and touched my lips to the tip of my wife's lover's cock. It was helping now to start to think of myself as a girl. If I was a girl, then this wasn't gay. If I was a girl, then it meant that I wasn't being emasculated in front of my wife, the woman of my dreams, by a dominant man who took pleasure in humiliating a weaker man. A girl can't be emasculated because she never had any masculinity to begin with. I'm a girl. For the rest of the night, I'm a girl. I gave Ken's cock a big kiss, surprised at how warm it was. I even let myself enjoy the moment. I heard my wife gasp and give a little clap, and then it was over. I pulled my head back and awaited further instruction. Ken's cock now stood tall, no longer a partial erection, but the full thing. I glanced at my wife and she was staring at it. She was a salivating dog staring at a juicy steak. She wouldn't have to wait much longer.

"Very impressive, cuckie. Now stand up." Ken said. He reached forward, key in hand, and I reached out to take it from him, but he abruptly jerked it back. "No! You don't get to touch this. You're getting out, but it's me who lets you out. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I said. It had startled me when he pulled the key away. I didn't want to make him mad.

"Good girl." He reached back in and unlocked my cage, pulling it off slowly. It felt strange and exhilarating to have someone other than my wife touching me like this. The cage itself attached to a ring that went around my cock and balls, and after giving that a little tug, he realized that my erection was keeping it held on firmly. "You have 30 seconds to get soft, or else I'm shoving this cage back on you and you're going to keep it on until I fuck your wife next week," he said. "Thirty. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight...."

Fuck. Emma sometimes did this too. What is more arousing than the threat of being forced back into chastity? This was an almost impossible situation. I tried to think about the most mundane things. Work, bills, chores. I tried to think about disgusting things that I won't share. Anything to reduce my erection.

"Eighteen. Seventeen. Sixteen...."

Half the time was up and I don't think I'd made any progress. I took there silently fumbling away while Ken and Emma patiently watched the spectacle.

"Come on, you can do it, cuckie!" my wife said. It sounded like she really wanted me to succeed. She loved to have me caged, but she could also be sympathetic to my frustrations. Unfortunately, her voice was the nail in my coffin. As soon as I heard her speak, I got harder than I had been when the cage first came off.

"Four. Three. Two. One. Ok, time is up, let's see how you did." Ken reached in and gave the ring another tug, knowing that it wouldn't come off. It didn't budge. "Looks like you're going back in!" Ken said with a sadistic look in his eye. I wonder if this had been his plan all along. He put the cage over the head of my dick and began to press down. I started to pull away but he reached behind my waist to hold me steady. The pain was sudden and intense, and it was enough to turn down my arousal. That also meant it got me soft enough for Ken to finish sliding on the cage. Click. And I was back in, presumably for at least another week. FUCK! This was going to be tough.

"Are you ready to show Ken your other cage?" my wife asked. It was finally time for us to head to the bedroom. The whole night had been leading to this.

I led the way up the stairs. I heard and felt a hard THWACK as Ken slapped my ass hard, eliciting a giggle from my wife. I entered the bedroom and looked down at the cage. The door was ajar. Sometimes it looked friendly and inviting. Other times it looked ominous, even a little bit terrifying. Today, it was the latter. I approached the cage, got down on hands and knees, and crawled in.

"Good girl! She knows just what's expected of her," Ken said.

"I have her trained very well," my wife said proudly.

"Now show me how you do her up!" Ken said, and my wife got to work. First she opened the two sections for my feet that I described earlier, then she removed the large oval for my ass. On hands and knees, I crawled backwards so that the bottom half of my legs were outside the cage up to my thighs, and my ass pressed against the open rim left by the displaced oval. I thought about how this gave Ken and my wife a perfect view of my butt plug. A part of me hoped that Ken would reach down and wiggle it around like he had downstairs.

I felt my wife loop the top strap around my waist securing me to the top of the cage. She didn't tighten it yet, this was just to keep me in a good spot while she added the rest of the straps. Two more each on each leg, and I was secured firmly to the back of the cage. She now snugged down the waist strap, and I was fixed in place. I couldn't move my body forward. I couldn't move my hips down. Halfway through adding the straps, I had heard moaning from my wife. I had started to look back to see what was going on, but this received a sharp reprimand from Ken and I again shifted my gaze to straight forward. I would be forced to imagine the scene behind me based on the sound. My wife bending over, adding the straps, one at a time. Her ass looking wonderfully accessible in her short dress. Maybe her panties were visible. Ken having no desire to resist temptation, kneeling down beside her, rubbing her pussy gently from behind while she restrained her husband. I imagined the message that this impressed on to her subconscious: When we dominate and humiliate your husband, this is your reward. When we take away his masculinity, you get pleasure. The sounds of ecstasy behind me told me that it was an award she'd probably be craving often.

"What's next?" Ken asked.

"His arms," she said.

"His arms? Really? Are you sure?" he asked.

"Umm..oh shit! That's right! I almost forgot." Then I heard my wife walk across the room and return a second later in front of me, holding her favorite gag. We owned a few gags. A ball gag, a gag that keeps your mouth open, a gag that is essentially a rubber bar that goes across the front of your mouth and you hold in your teeth. But her favorite, and my least favorite, is the cock gag. It's exactly what it sounds like. It essentially looks like an under-sized dildo with a strap. When we first bought it a few months ago, I had had an aversion to using it. Putting it in all the way made me gag. But she made me practice. First it was ten seconds, then take a break. Ten more, take a break. Then thirty seconds, break, thirty seconds, break. Now I was able to keep it in indefinitely, and while it still made me gag, it was tolerable. For her, that was perfect.

She handed me the gag through the bars. Wordlessly, I put it on and tightened it. Fortunately, I didn't gag at all!

"Cuckie, you know we have the right hole marked. You didn't tighten it enough!" The gag worked just like a belt, with several holes and a metal pin that goes through one of them at its desired tightness. Apparently I had one more hole to go before it was at the tightness at which we'd practiced. My wife could see this because of a marking that she had made with a white sharpie next to that hole. I gave the strap a little tug, and it forced the cock deeper into my throat, immediately making me gag.

"Do you like that cuckie?" Ken asked.

"Mmm-mm." This was now the only noise I could make. Drool was already running down my chin and beginning to pool below my face.

"Perfect. Now you may do his arms," Ken told me wife. In my current position on my hands and knees, my shoulder blades touched the top of the cage. I was forced to look straight down, with the back of my head against the top of the cage. Mercifully, my wife had placed a mirror below my face at a slight angle so I could see out in front of the cage, and also so she could see my eyes and read my expressions during our sessions. I lifted up my left arm and put it out straight in front of me, parallel to the length of the cage. My wife secured that arm firmly to the bars. Next I put up my right arm as well, and she secured that one firmly to the bars as well.

"Tell him who you look like now," my wife said.

"M-m-mm."

"Who?" she asked again, mockingly.

"M-m-mm!"

"That's right baby, you look just like superman! Except you're a super cuck!"

With my arms out in front of me like this, I had once remarked that I felt like I was in the pose of superman flying. She latched right on to this idea, and used it to tease me, drawing on the contrast between an invincible superhero who could do anything he wanted, and a dominated man who got pegged and who watched his wife get fucked. I was far from being superman. I was far from being a man at all. Uncomfortable with embarrassment, I tried to shift in my restraints, but that was futile. I was locked in place. Ken and my wife were both in front of the cage now, staring down at me as if watching a cute little zoo animal, waiting to see if it would do anything.

Ken said, "I think cuckie has been very well behaved tonight. We're going to repay her by letting her watch you get fucked for a few minutes before we move to the bed." He put his hand in the center of Emma's back and pushed her forward. She caught herself on the cage, bent over, ass towards Ken. Her hair tickled my neck as it fell through the bars. Ken delicately pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. Her dress stayed on, but he hiked it up to her waist. My wife submissively waited to receive his cock. His left hand was on her hip, and his right hand reached down, lining himself up as he inched his hips forward. I only realized how close my wife's face was to my ear when I heard her gasp. And then gasp again a moment later, this time drawing it out into a moan of pleasure as his cock slid inside her. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. I remained helplessly in the cage, immobile, while Ken entered my wife and began thrusting. Later, my wife would tell me that this is the moment when any thoughts about me would leave her mind for the next couple of hours. This was when she entered a state of pure ecstasy that would reach many peaks with orgasm but would never subside below a state of intense pleasure. This was when I ceased to be her husband, and became merely background. Furniture, nothing more. The love making continued in front of and above me for perhaps ten minutes, Ken grabbing her hips and thrusting into her slowly but forcefully, over and over. Uncontrolled moans of pleasure escaping her lips from the depths of her soul and warming the back of my neck. In the reflection in the mirror below my face I could see straight up her legs. I could see Ken's massive cock sliding in and out of her. I was repulsed by -- but couldn't stop staring at -- the sight of his balls dancing forward and backward as he fucked my wife. Soon she was moaning his name, but only at the level of a whisper.

"Ken...Ken...Ken," each one timed with the deepest portion of his thrust. At first she was so quiet that I knew he couldn't hear her. This was a moment only between me and my wife. Perhaps she hadn't totally forgotten about me. Perhaps this was her way of teasing me, of grabbing on to my jealousy and igniting it further. But more likely, this was purely reflexive. Something that she did unconsciously. A natural reaction to being fucked perfectly.

Before long, Ken pulled out and they moved to the bed. Their night had only just begun. Now, they were completely out of my line of sight, but my wife and I had had foresight, and Ken had allowed us to set up a couple cameras at different angles to record the entire session. They clicked these on now. That night, the remainder of their love making reached me only through sounds and vibrations of the floor, but I was able to watch the whole thing the next morning:

After walking away from the cage, my wife made her way to the bed and laid down on her back. She slid toward the edge of the bed so that her head was hanging off. Ken approached her and lowered his balls down on to her face. My wife began licking them, moaning softly with pleasure, while Ken rubbed them all over her face, as if marking her as his territory. Then he pulled away somewhat and aligned his rock hard cock with her mouth, sliding it in gently. One inches, two inches three inches. He continued gliding in until his long shaft had entirely disappared. She gagged once, twice, and then he began to slowly slide back out. Then again, he slid it in slowly, forcefully, holding his cock in the back of her throat while she gagged. But my wife was a good slut for him, she never once flinched or tried to get up even as drool ran freely from her mouth and up her face in to her eyes and hair. After several minutes of this, he rolled her over and turned her around. They began to fuck doggy style. Ken started slowly at first, just like the throat fucking, but soon he was pounding her like a machine. He eventually thrust so hard that it knocked my wife forward, flat on to her stomach. Ken didn't miss a beat, he just kept pounding away, my wife moaning uncontrollably the entire time. He pulled both of her arms behind he back and she obliged without protest, Ken pulling them up so that her forearms came together parallel in the center of her back. He held her arms like this with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other. He yanked so hard that her face came up off the bed. Her moaning grew louder. Ken slowed down but continued to fuck her forcefully. Apparently this was the perfect pace for my wife; she broke in to a noise that was something between a moan and a scream while she came all over his cock. When she was finished, Ken let go of her hair and her face crashed onto the bed. Except for her heavy breathing, she was motionless, basking in her receding orgasm. I watched her back slowly rise and fall in time with her heavy breathing, imagining the pure ecstasy that she had just experienced. That is something I would never be able to do for her, but I was very happy that she could achieve that feeling nonetheless. After watching the video, I realized that not once so far had Ken cum. Given what happened next, that wasn't surprising. He had been saving himself.