The Will Of The Wongs

Arthur held out for another month before breaking down completely. The constant state of arousal without release was driving him mad. He found himself unable to concentrate at work, unable to sleep through the night. His balls ached constantly, a dull, persistent reminder of his predicament.

"Please, Mei," he begged one evening after he had pleased her. "I can't take it anymore. I have to have some relief."

Mei regarded him with amusement. "You know what you have to do," she reminded him gently. "Ask my mother."

Despite his desperation, Arthur hesitated. The humiliation of the last visit still burned in his memory. But the physical and psychological torment of his confinement was worse.

"Tomorrow," he agreed reluctantly. "We'll go to your mother's house."

They arrived at the familiar terraced house. Mei's two sisters were present when they entered the living room. Mrs. Wong was again dressed in a sleek black latex corset and matching thigh-high boots with lace-up detailing. The outfit hugged her curves tightly as she sat relaxed in the leather armchair. Mei's elder sister, Kimi, sat to her right, wearing a tight red rubber dress that contrasted dramatically with her mother's black attire.

"Arthur has something to ask you, Mother," Mei announced without preamble.

"Kneel," Mrs. Wong commanded.

Arthur complied instantly, his head bowed. "Please, Mrs. Wong... I need to be released from the cage."

Mrs. Wong turned to Mei. "Has he been behaving? Treating you as he should?"

Mei smiled. "I'm very pleased with his service, though his whining about being let out has become a bit tiresome."

Mrs. Wong's eyes returned to Arthur. "Apologize to Mei for burdening her with your pathetic needs. Promise you'll never bother her again unless she permits it. "

"I'm sorry, Mei," Arthur said earnestly. "I won't bother you again. I'll defer to your judgment about these matters."

"Stand up. Put your hands behind your back."

Despite knowing what was coming, Arthur flinched when he heard the sound of handcuffs trapping his wrists. Mrs. Wong handed Mei a small ornate key.

"Thank mother properly."

"Thank you for this consideration," Arthur said to Mrs. Wong. "I'm grateful for your understanding."

Mei approached him, pushing the special key into the unseen hole in the device. With a click, the cage sprang away from the ring. She pulled it off, and Arthur's cock grew immediately to its full four and a half inches.

Laughter filled the room at the sight of his pathetic length, but Arthur didn't care – he needed to come desperately.

Mrs. Wong nodded to Mei, and she took his small, hard cock in the palm of her hand and made a fist. Her other hand caressed his balls as she whispered in his ear about how wonderful it would feel inside her hot, wet pussy.

Arthur lasted maybe thirty seconds before he shot his load onto the floor. The women clapped as his knees gave way and he slumped to the floor.

Mei gave him a second to recover before pushing his face down into the mess he'd just made. "Clean it up," she ordered.

As he licked his own release from the floor, another chain was attached to the handcuffs, then locked to a table leg.

"We're leaving you alone now," Mrs. Wong announced. "Time to reflect on how much you want a life with my daughter."

The ladies filed out of the room, but Mei stayed behind for a second. She kissed him hard, a surprisingly tender moment. "Think carefully about what you truly want," she whispered before following her family out and leaving him alone in the dimming light.