The Cuck and the Chair

Chapter 4: The First Bull

I don’t know how many hours passed in the dark. Time got weird strapped in that chair. My body was sore, my mind was drifting, and I was still half-hard from the ruined orgasm earlier when I finally heard the basement door open.

Lexi came down carrying a bucket, a bowl of oatmeal, and some water. She fully unbuckled the hood and removed my gag so I could eat properly. My jaw ached from being stretched for so long, and I felt ridiculous sitting there naked and locked in the chair while she spoon-fed me plain oatmeal like some kind of prisoner. I hesitated at first, embarrassed.

“Open,” she said firmly, tapping the spoon against my lips. “You need your strength if you’re staying down here all night.”

I reluctantly ate while she fed me. Some of it still dribbled down my chin. She wiped it up with her fingers and made me lick them clean. When I finished the whole bowl and drank the water, she let me use the bucket. Then she put the gag back in, pulled the tight hood over my head, and strapped it on again. This time she left the eye holes open.

She leaned in close, her voice excited.

“I have a surprise for you tonight, baby. Remember that guy from the hospital? Darius? He’s coming over. And I’m finally going to fuck him… right here in front of you.”

My heart slammed in my chest. We’d talked about this for so long. But actually hearing it was happening made my stomach flip. Excitement mixed with real nervousness. I made a muffled sound through the gag. She kissed the front of the hood.

“You’re going to be a good boy and take it for me, right?”

I nodded slowly.

A couple hours later I heard the front door open upstairs. Voices. Laughing. Then footsteps coming down the basement stairs.

Darius was exactly as I pictured... tall, muscular, athletic, with that confident swagger. He stopped in front of the chair and laughed.

“Damn, Lexi… you weren’t kidding. Look at this poor bastard locked up like furniture.”

He flicked my chastity cage with his finger. “This little thing? How the fuck have you survived with that pathetic dick?”

Lexi laughed and pressed herself against him, kissing him deeply right in front of me. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled out his cock. It was massive. Thick, long, and heavy. She struggled to fit it in her mouth, but she tried hard, sucking and gagging while he held her hair.

While she was blowing him, Darius looked straight at me. His eyes locked onto mine through the open eye holes of my hood. He had this smug, dominant smirk on his face as he slowly thrust into Lexi’s mouth, like he was enjoying the fact that I was forced to watch him use my wife.

The eye contact made it so much more intense. I was rock hard in my cage again. At some point the pressure became too much and I had another weak, ruined orgasm that just leaked out onto the floor. The post-nut clarity brought a wave of jealousy and I started squirming and grunting.

Lexi pulled off his cock and reassured me softly until I calmed down.

Then Darius took charge.

He bent Lexi over, putting her hands on the armrests of my chair so she was leaning forward, face-to-face with me. Her beautiful flushed face was inches from mine. She looked me right in the eyes as Darius spit on his cock and started working that huge dick into her from behind.

She gasped and moaned, her eyes fluttering. “Oh fuck… he’s so big…” she breathed right against me. Darius took his time easing in, stretching her tight pussy. Once he was deep, he started thrusting harder. Her hands gripped the chair arms tightly, her body jolting with every powerful thrust. I could see every expression on her face. the shock, the pleasure, the way her mouth fell open as he hit spots I’d never reached.

She was making primal sounds I’d never heard from her before. Her tits bounced, her body shook, and she kept staring at me while Darius fucked her senseless from behind. She came hard like that. shaking, crying out, her face right in front of mine.

Darius kept going, pounding her until he growled that he was close.

“Cum inside me,” she moaned desperately. “Fill me up.”

I started thrashing again, but it was useless. Darius buried himself deep and pumped load after load into her. When he finally pulled out, thick cum was dripping down her thighs.

Lexi stood up on shaky legs, scooped a big glob of their mixed juices, and pushed it through the hole in my gag. The taste was strong salty, musky, mixed with her sweetness. She laughed softly and patted my hooded head.

“Look at you… still so hard in that tiny cage after watching me get properly fucked.”

Darius chuckled too. Then they both went upstairs, leaving me strapped in the chair with my eyes still open, covered in their mess, listening as they continued in our bed.