The Cuck and the Chair

Chapter 6: Five Days

Lexi gave me one more night in our bed after I agreed. She held me close, stroking my hair and whispering how proud she was. I barely slept. My mind was a storm. This is actually happening. Five full days. What the fuck did I just agree to? Part of me was terrified. Another part was throbbing at the thought of total surrender.

The next morning she led me downstairs. I was already shaved smooth. She stopped me in front of the chair and smiled.

“Last chance to back out, baby.”

I stood there frozen, heart hammering. Say no. Tell her it’s too much. But the words wouldn’t come. I swallowed hard and shook my head.

She kissed me softly. “Good boy.”

She took her time, making me feel every single step.

First the waist belt, then the chest straps one high, one low, pinning my torso. My breathing picked up. This is it. Arms next: forearm cuffs, then wrist cuffs locked to the armrests. Zero give. Legs spread wide into the built-in spreader, thigh straps, shin straps, ankle straps. Each click made the panic and excitement war inside me. Finally the forehead strap. Hood on. Eyes open. I was completely immobilized.

Lexi stepped back and admired her work.

“Five days, baby. Starting now.”

She flipped the lights off and left me there.

Day 1

The feeding tube delivered the supplement straight into my stomach. no taste, just a heavy, full feeling that never went away. By afternoon my shoulders and lower back were already aching from the rigid position. The TV started with our old vanilla videos. It felt almost cruel. By evening it switched to BBC porn and my mind started fracturing. Lexi came down twice to hose me off with ice cold water. The shock made my whole body jerk against the straps.

Day 2

The muscle aches were getting worse. My back, neck, and legs burned from being locked in the same position for so long. Subspace helped for a while the total helplessness felt euphoric. Lexi came down, emptied the waste bucket, hosed me off, and stroked my hairless body. “My perfect little basement toy,” she whispered. I leaked constantly. I loved it.

Day 3

The pain was constant now. Every muscle screamed. The TV switched to the new videos Lexi in our bed with multiple Black guys. Creampie after creampie. Rage exploded. I thrashed as much as the straps allowed, screaming into the gag until my throat was raw. Lexi came down, sat on a stool right next to the chair, and turned the volume up. She described every detail while the video played.

“God, his cock felt so much bigger than yours… stretching me so deep,” she moaned, sliding a hand between her legs and masturbating right there in front of me. She came hard while watching herself get fucked, then laughed softly at my muffled desperation before leaving me edged and denied.

Day 4

Everything hurt. My body felt like it was breaking down from the constant immobility. Shoulders, hips, back, all on fire. My mind was foggy from the isolation and endless porn. Lexi came down again, sat beside me, and watched more of her sex tapes with me. She fingered herself slowly, describing how full and satisfied the other men made her feel while I could only stare helplessly. The humiliation mixed with the physical pain was overwhelming.

Late in the day she leaned in and giggled. “Oops… I almost forgot to come check on you today. Time gets away from me up there.”

Day 5

I was completely broken. The muscle pain was excruciating, my jaw ached horribly from the gag, and my mind felt empty. When Lexi finally came down on Wednesday morning I barely reacted. She unstrapped me slowly. My body was so stiff I could hardly move. She had to help me stand. My legs shook violently. My jaw felt partially locked when she removed the gag I could barely open it.

She supported my weak body upstairs and took me straight to our bedroom.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” she whispered. “You earned this.”

She unlocked my chastity cage. My dick looked pathetic — small, pale, and shrunken. I was shocked she was actually letting me out. She climbed on top and rode me hard. I didn’t last long. I came inside her with a broken groan. She felt noticeably looser. The realization hit me hard.

She slid up and facesat me, grinding her creamy, cum-filled pussy onto my mouth.

“Clean it all up, beta. Every drop.”

I licked desperately. She came hard, smothering me.

When she finally climbed off, she stroked my cheek with satisfaction.

“See? This is what happens when you’re a good basement toy.”

I lay there spent, in agony, shocked… and already feeling the pull back toward the chair.