The Cuck and the Chair

Chapter 7: The Decision

A few days after the five-day lockdown, while I was still sore and barely able to walk normally, Lexi brought Darius over one evening. They both sat with me in the living room. Darius looked relaxed and confident as always.

“Darius had a really interesting idea,” Lexi said, her eyes sparkling. “He thinks we can upgrade the chair even further. A full automatic incinerator toilet and a better timed feeding system. It would mean you could stay down there for much longer stretches with almost no work from me.”

Darius nodded. “Yeah. I can rig it up. You’d basically become nothing. Less hassle for her, more time for her to enjoy herself.”

I tried to speak but my voice was still raspy. “Lexi… that’s too much. I can barely handle five days.”

Lexi stroked my arm gently. “This is what you’ve been fantasizing about. You helped build so much of the chair already.”

After a long, tense silence filled with my internal panic, I finally whispered, “Okay… we can try the upgrades.”

Lexi smiled. Darius grinned.

To seal the deal, Darius stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick black cock. “Suck it, beta.”

I froze. I wasn’t gay. The humiliation burned. But Lexi put her hand on the back of my head and coaxed me forward. “Go on, baby. This is part of serving me. Show him how grateful you are.”

She guided my mouth onto him. I sucked awkwardly, gagging as he pushed deeper. Lexi kept whispering encouragement the whole time. Darius eventually grabbed my head and came down my throat. I choked and swallowed everything.

“Good boy,” Lexi said proudly. “Now go put yourself in the under-bed cage for the night.”

I crawled away and locked myself in the cage under our bed. Above me, the bed started creaking violently as Darius fucked Lexi hard. Her loud moans filled the room while I lay there tasting his cum, my mind in chaos.