“The new neighbor? Lucas? No I wasn’t gonna invite him, I know a cuck when I meet one. Told me not to use the word bitch when I talk about my wife, I’ll fucking call my wife whatever I want! These young millennials don’t have the fuckin’ balls anymore, just letting women walk all over them. Well I know what my wife likes, right?” Ryan laughed, and the rest of the guys from the neighborhood around the poker table laughed too. Only Ryan thought he heard someone say something in response, which was:
“Truer words were never spoken.”
*
Ryan got home from work the next day, tired and horny. He wasn’t quite sure if he wanted a fuck before dinner or after, but when he walked into the kitchen where his wife, Martha, was usually cooking his dinner, there was nothing. Not a pot on the stove, nothing at all. Confused, he went through the house, then upstairs, where he found her in the bathroom in a dress and putting makeup on, like she was planning on going out somewhere.
Before he could yell about there not being any dinner for him, he felt like something had kneaded him in the nuts, and he bent over in pain for a few moments. When it had passed, he opened up his slacks, looked down, and saw, to his horror, that a chastity cage had appeared around his cock and balls.
“I’m going out tonight,” Martha said to him, “Been needing a real dick lately, and I’m just tired of looking at your ugly mug everytime I’m home.”
“Yes dear,” Ryan heard himself say, and the words sounded so…weak. His voice a bit higher, with a little lisp he’d never had before.
“I’ll use the credit card on the hotel too. There’s dinner in the freezer, and I already went ahead and called the boys for you. I know how you like company when I go out for the night.”
Martha made him zip up her dress, hand her the keys to his mustang (he had been the only one who could drive it, but now it felt natural that she should have the keys, of course) and watched her go into town. He, meanwhile, went and found a frozen dinner to eat, and when he’d finished, he heard the doorbell. He opened it up, and there was Lucas, his new neighbor, with a leer plastered on his face. “There’s the cuck–come on, I wanted to be early, while you’re still a little tight. What the fuck are you doing still in your fucking clothes, you fucking loser?”
Ryan apologized, stripped as fast as he could, and followed Lucas upstairs into the guest bedroom–only Martha could have a guest in her bed, after all. Ryan was humiliated, showing off his caged cock to his new neighbor, who bent him over and fucked him right there on the bed–and he heard the sound of the front door opening regularly, as all of his neighborhood friends arrived for a turn at one of the cuck’s holes while his mistress was away, getting satisfied by a strange man in a hotel room on her cuck husband’s dime.
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