The Key

The Key - 7

A few days later Charles summoned me to his office during my lunch hour. I dreaded these little visits with him at work, especially right after everyone had seen Amanda arrive and spend time in his office. It appeared most of the men had been through his routine of owning their wives, and I knew what they would think when I was called to Charles's office in the middle of the day. Either Amanda completely satisfied him and he'd get off repeating all the details in front of me, or she broke one of a long list of his kinky rules and he'd want me to remind her when I got home that evening. I was the office cuckold now, and everyone would imagine how he was using Amanda's body as I stood by helplessly and agreed to let him have her. Some may even have recognized and understood the bizarre angst-filled excitement I began to feel when images of Charles fucking Amanda continuously haunted me.

"It's too early for your annual performance review," he told me as he grinned and sat back in his chair. "But I thought we should meet well ahead of all that formality to be sure we're in agreement with your goals and responsibilities. You performance is, well, adequate. I think we both know that. But what I never counted on was Amanda's skillful, enthusiastic performance. In the past she always appeared to be such a quiet, inhibited little thing, this sweet young wife who I never imagined would stray after only the slightest flirtation. I have to admit, I was a little pissed at you when I discovered the real Amanda, that you never let me know what a hot little slut she can be. But let's leave all that in the past, shall we? You've been so compliant, so I've forgiven you."

He leaned forward and looked over his desk at me, waiting for my response. "I - um - guess I should thank you, sir. I never tried to deceive you; I never knew this side Amanda until she met you. I'm as surprised as you are - even more, as you can probably guess."

"So, you're happy with our little arrangement now?" he asked. "Well, except for that annoying cage you're wearing, of course. But there is a solution for that. You remember what that is, don't you?"

"I do, sir."

"And I assume you're eager to be free of it, to comply with my wishes? What were those conditions again that I require?"

"I- um - can't have sex with Amanda anymore, or get hard when I see her naked or when I see her having sex with you."

"True, true. But it's more than that. When I own a woman, I hate thinking of other men lusting after her. I'm used to getting what I want on my own terms. Now that's not too hard to understand, is it? If you own something, would you want others handling it, playing with it, using it any time they wish? I mean, what's the point then, right? Truly owning something should mean it belongs to me and me alone. So, you see how I consider your wife's body to be mine. Only mine. You do see that, and agree, don't you?"

"I do, sir," I answered. "I understand that Amanda's body is yours now, and that I should respect that, in every way."

Charles sat back again and grinned at me. "Well, then we're both on the same page here. I'm glad to hear it. I know Amanda is as well. But don't think I fail to reward my people here. Incentives and rewards are important in the business world - and in many other worlds. So, I'm happy to inform you that I'm doubling your salary. Amanda deserves a better lifestyle, and although I do my best to contribute, you should provide that for her. Get her a few more credit cards so she can dress the way she wants. And you should look for a bigger house, one she can be proud of, one better suited for "entertaining" guests. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Watching her "entertain?"

I was stunned. Doubling my salary would completely change our lifestyle, and I knew Amanda would be thrilled. But I'd be accepting money for allowing, no, encouraging Charles to fuck her. Did he get off by making me her pimp? Would Amanda respect me less for it? Still, he was going to fuck her anyway, and I had very little say about their new relationship. His plan was to effectively castrate me in my marriage, and Amanda was getting the cock she needed, so why shouldn't I simply accept what he offered and be outwardly grateful?

"Thank you, sir. Amanda will be thrilled. She'll love going shopping as soon as I tell her, and looking for a bigger house will be a new project she'll look forward to, I'm sure. But, I have to ask. Does this mean I can get out of this cage now? I promise that Amanda will only fuck you, not me; I won't think about sex at all when we're together, even if I see her naked. Isn't that what you want? Isn't it enough?"

Charles's look turned more serious. He glanced down at his desk and shook his head slowly. "I know you mean what you say, but it simply isn't a matter of promising things. It's a mindset, a change of character I'm looking for. Amanda's body can't remain an object of desire for you. It isn't just deferring to me that's important. You must lose every trace of physical, sexual attraction for her, and likewise she for you. Any temptation, any thought of attempting to have sex with her must disappear. You can't just decide to do it, you have to learn it. You have to become what I like to call her "man-friend", a man with no balls when you're near her. Affectionate, possibly - but as sexually detached as you might be to your own grandmother. It's reasonable to assume Amanda's delicious body can't possibly be repulsive to you, but your instinctive sexual reaction to her flesh must completely vanish - it must be totally absent and unrealized. It's the only acceptable way."

The horror of his words washed over me, robbing me of any hope that Amanda would want to fuck me again. At first it had been my small dick, and my lack of Alpha-ness that delivered her to Charles. Now he wanted to completely sever the thin thread of strained sexual compatibility Amanda and I shared throughout our marriage. She may never look at me as a man again, or at least a man worth fucking. And when Charles discards her, as he always does, how many men would she slut for in her desperate search for the "man" she found in him? I had no reply for him. I sat there before him, shaking, so small and defeated.

"But that doesn't mean you can't continue to accomplish the task, sport," he told me, now smiling again. "I just need to see the change in you, as does Amanda. Why don't you make Amanda and I dinner tonight? Amanda's expecting me around six o'clock, and I'd love a good steak dinner, maybe from your grill? Show us both you know your place. Wait on us like you're our servant. Lavish us with attention. Pay special attention to Amanda, as though you're her personal chef or butler. It would be an interesting surprise for her, and you could watch her eyes on you as though you're nothing more than a neutered, helpful attendant. Can you see yourself like that? A mere custodian of her body for those of us that can give her the cock she needs now? It's all up to you. You and your painful, confining cage."

"I - I guess I could make the two of you dinner," I finally conceded. "And I could pretend to be your servant, if that would help free me. Anything to get out of this cage. I suppose you'll want to fuck Amanda later? Would I have to watch that? So you can see whether I get hard or not? And if I don't, maybe you could use your key to let me out, even for a little while?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. There's one more requirement. You'll be naked while serving us. Just your little penis and its cage jiggling back and forth as you bring our food and serve us. It will be a pleasant reminder to Amanda of why I'm going to be fucking her in your bed instead of you for the foreseeable future. She needs to see you naked and helpless more often, with your little penis safely tucked away in your cage. You see, it's the image that stays with her, the image of her naked, ball-less husband so willing to give her to a man with the cock she needs."


~*~


Charles let me off work early to shop for dinner. He gave me a list of the kinds of steaks he liked, the proper wine to go with them, and a few desserts he said Amanda loved when they dined at his favorite restaurants. The store was an exclusive gourmet franchise in the suburbs on the other side of town, a place I had never heard of. Once inside, the manager met me at the door and offered to help. When she saw me fumbling with the list, she asked to see it, and led me to their steak and seafood section filled with frightfully expensive displays of choice steaks, live lobsters, and freshly caught fish. When she began to order for me, I stopped her. "Um, this is for a special occasion, and I need everything to be perfect. I mean, he's very hard to please. My job depends on it."

She just smiled and winked at me. "I'd know Charles's tastes anywhere, even from a hastily written list like this one. I assume there will be three of you, and that you and your wife need to make sure he's 'satisfied'?"

Jesus, how could she know? And the implication that we had to "satisfy" Charles meant she was probably aware that he was fucking my wife. Had I seen her glance down at my crotch? Was she trying to spot my cage to be certain she was right? That I was just another one of his cuckold husbands whose job depended on letting him have my wife?

"Only two, I'm afraid," I told her, dreading what she may make of my answer. This time she took a much longer look at my crotch, then looked up and smiled.

"I think I understand. These desserts aren't regular items though. We'd have to custom make them. Do you have time to wait, or maybe you see something else your wife might like? But don't worry - we can add Charles's "special something" to anything in the display case. I'm sure your wife will devour any of our selections, and be more than satisfied after she swallows the final bite. We have a reputation for giving our customers anything they require; and Charles is a very special customer."

I had no idea how to answer her. She certainly knew that Charles was fucking my wife, and seemed surprisingly unconcerned that I was preparing her for a nightlong session with his cock. But at the same time, there was something erotic about her knowing, something that had my dick inching forward in my cage. Not that I wanted it. I wanted to control it, to be able to shut it down at will. I wanted to be free of the fucking, humiliating cage.

"Well, I suppose I'll let you decide," I said, finally. "I'm really not an expert at all this, and it has to be perfect."

She was glancing at my crotch again, and I could feel my dick nudging the thin bars near the end of my cage. Looking down, I noticed a damp spot of precum on my pants and a rising hump where my cage pushed forward beneath it. When I looked back at her, she reached out and put her hand on mine, squeezing just a little.

"It's okay, I understand. You're not the first husband Charles has sent my way. And if I can offer some advice - don't blame yourself. Charles has very special gifts, one he was born with, and one he's developed and nurtured over the years. Few wives can resist him. Try to find solace in what you feel, down there, when you think of them together. Most of his husbands learn that it's better to give in to it and be grateful for what he gives their wives. That's what my husband did. He told me it does get easier as time passes. And fast forwarding to today, I think our marriage couldn't be more perfect."

"I just want to get what he wants and get on with it," I told her. "If you know him, you know what I have to live with now, so please just help me choose whatever you think will make him happy."

"Consider it done. It often takes a woman's touch to make these kinds of things go as planned. That's why I'm here. Charles will be very pleased with everything you offer him tonight - I'm absolutely certain of it."


~*~


I came home to find Amanda in our neighbor's front yard talking to Eric. When she saw my car enter our driveway, she went up on her tiptoes, quickly kissed Eric on his cheek, and came running toward me as I gathered the food from the back seat. She wore the same white halter and tennis skirt that I remembered from our barbecue. The sun was still just above the horizon, and the blinding rays made both the halter and skirt nearly transparent. I could see she hadn't worn panties under the skirt, and that she had planned to catch Eric just as he arrived on his motorcycle. I watched him stare at her as she headed home, knowing he could see every curve of her perfect ass through her skirt.

"Charles called a while ago - it's so sweet of you to make dinner tonight. I can't wait to see what you have planned! He said you're going to surprise me - are you?"

She turned her cheek toward me as I tried to kiss her. Maybe her mouth belonged to Charles as well now - I knew it did when she sucked his cock. I couldn't tell her what Charles's surprise was - I didn't know every detail myself yet, and there were some I couldn't bring myself to repeat. I tried not to imagine serving them while naked with my cage on display as a reminder to Amanda that I'd do anything to be free of it. But I knew there would be more. Charles always wanted more. More of my wife, more from me, more of everything he didn't yet have.

Amanda sat nearby on our deck as I prepped the grill and unwrapped the steaks from the gold-banded signature zip bags. Charles had warned me to keep his special desserts hidden until after the meal. Her knees were spread and I could see the impeccably shaved little slit that somehow found room for all of Charles's immense cock. The soft, creamy insides of her thighs made my mouth water, and her breasts heaved into the deeply cut V of the halter with every breath she took. Was she trying to get me hard? It was almost worse than if she had been naked.

"But sweetie, there are only two steaks. Why didn't you get one for each of us?" she asked, staring at the grill.

"It's, um, part of the surprise," I said. "Charles wanted me to make a special dinner for just the two of you."

"Oh sweetie, that wasn't very nice of him. Aren't you hungry?"

"Not very," I lied. "Besides, every favor I do for him gets me closer to getting out of this cage. No matter what happens tonight, you have to remember that."

Amanda smiled approvingly. "I'm glad you're beginning to accept that I'll be getting all my sex from Charles now. I'm sure he'll let you out soon. But you have to show him that you've surrendered my body to him completely. Do you think you might be able to control yourself now? That I won't make you hard at all anymore?"

"I'm not sure, Amanda. I'm trying. But giving your body to him isn't easy for me. I know I haven't been your ideal fantasy lover all these years, but it's as though he's taking a part of you from me for his own selfish entertainment. You're just so beautiful, and sometimes I can't help wanting your body the way I used to. But I know it's what you want, and I really have no choice - we both know I need to keep my job. So, I'll do the best I can to give that part of you up to him. I really am trying - you'll see."


~*~


I was watching the grill when Charles arrived. Amanda greeted him at the door and led him out back to the deck. Her halter top had disappeared, and Charles held her hand as they approached me. I couldn't help glancing up from the grill at her perfect breasts, but tried not to let Charles notice. I knew he wouldn't approve, and that my lapse of judgement may delay my escape the cage. Amanda acted as though going topless was the most natural thing she had ever done, and Charles grinned from ear to ear, knowing it would test my resolve to remain "ball-less" around her.

"Well, there's our host, slaving over a hot fire, determined to give us a night we'll all remember." Amanda could sense I was nervous, and her smile faded as Charles taunted me. He moved behind her and put his arms around her, raising his large hands to her breasts, cupping them and fingering her nipples. Her eyelids fluttered and she lifted her face up into the remaining rays of sun. The subtle quivers of her belly told me she must be wet as he played with her.

"Charles," she whispered. "Let's wait. He's gone to so much trouble for us..."

She gasped suddenly, panting between words I didn't want to hear. "Oh fuck, Charles - you know what that does to me - I can't help it - but - later - you can - fuck me - later..."

He saw me staring and studied my crotch for any sign that I was hard. I wasn't, at least not that he could tell. But seeing my Amanda surrender herself so easily, gasping and panting in his arms, so out of control within seconds of his touch, found the place inside me that awakened my dick and gnawed at my guts all at once. She was a beautiful woman in heat for her master, ready to be used and fucked, even if it was by my arrogant boss. I watched her body respond and hungered for the woman in his hands. But there was a dark, secret place inside me that wanted to see her fucked and ultimately satiated by her Alpha male, her fantasy fuck, a beast that put my bedroom skills to shame. Regaining control took all the strength I had left, but when I allowed the pangs of loss and humiliation to overwhelm me, I succeeded. My dick withered, and I accepted the fact that Amanda's body would now be completely his.

After Charles and Amanda went back inside all my efforts were concentrated on making Charles the dinner he ordered. Pleasing him was everything, as was being free of my cage if he was satisfied. He came back alone just as the steaks were ready, to remind me how I had agreed to serve them.

"It's important that Amanda remembers this night," he told me. "She has to see you as our servant, a very naked and submissive one at that. Make sure she sees your cage - lead with it when you walk - thrust it out in front of you like you're proud of it. If your little performance is acceptable, then maybe...welll, we'll have to wait and see, won't we?"

I undressed out on the deck, hoping none of our neighbors would see me naked and caged. Taking a deep breath, I brought the steaks inside, my stomach churning, humiliated that Amanda would see me as their naked and caged servant. She gasped when she saw me, then Charles put his hand on her arm and explained.

"I wanted you to see your husband as he really is, Amanda," he told her. "Take a good look. You let him fuck you for years when you could have had so much more. You should thank me for having him caged - just look at him, so tiny and shriveled now, safely tucked away so you don't have to make excuses or remain disappointed night after night. Now that he's here beside you, take a closer look. See how proud he's become of his cage? Go ahead - give it a little tug. I doubt he'll be able to get hard for you much longer, and even if he does, why would you want that tiny thing when you can have mine any time you want it?"

Amanda extended a single finger and poked my cage, making it wobble slightly from side to side. The sheer embarrassment kept me from getting hard for her. In fact, I was shrinking into the back of the cage as she watched. She seemed fascinated with what she saw.

"He's so tiny, Charles. He's always been small, but I don't remember him being this tiny. Maybe it's because I'm used to yours, or maybe he's trying harder than we thought to do what you tell him. I have to say, it's very surprising, and very impressive that you could train him like this so soon."

She poked my cage again, than again and again, flicking it back and forth as she stared in disbelief. Charles scowled at me from his seat, so I pushed my hips forward toward her, giving her a closer look, inviting her to put her hands on it. She took my balls in the palm of her hand, closed her fingers around my sac, and pulled me even closer. I groaned as her grip tightened, and I saw a smile form on her pretty face.

"You have changed, haven't you, sweetie? This always used to get you hard. Now look at you, such a tiny little nub, and while you're staring at my boobs! Is this my surprise, Charles? That my husband can't possibly fuck me anymore? That he won't have to wear his cage around me any more to make sure only you get my pussy?"

How could she be grinning like that? Was she that happy that I'd want Charles's cock in her, that I'd never be able to fuck her again? She kept tugging on my cage while she explored my balls with her fingertips. She seemed to enjoy rolling them in her fingers, milking the sensitive cords that sent pinpricks of pain into my groin and belly. I stood frozen before her as she prodded and squeezed, afraid to move or do little more than moan between waves of pain and pleasure. In spite of all of it, I felt the cage tighten as I began to get hard for her. I'm sure she noticed, but didn't say a word to Charles.

"No Amanda, that's not my surprise. Why don't you finish your dessert while I tell you?"

I had brought the tray of pastries and icy sorbet when Charles asked for it, and I watched Amanda sample several of the choices as though she wanted a taste of each one. I saw the effect of his "special something" added at the last minute at the shop - Amanda's nipples were obscenely engorged and her eyes dilated and filled with a rampant sexual hunger like nothing I had ever seen. Testing and prodding my cage and balls was giving her pleasure, even when she must have recognized the pain that accompanied it. She became more animal than wife, staring hungrily into my eyes as she played with me, promising Charles in her most sultry voice that his cock was the only cock she'd ever need from now on.

"I think your wife is ready for some of my huge cock she's bragged about," he said as I stood groaning beside her. "But I have news that I'm sure will make you cum just a bit harder tonight, Amanda. I've hired Eric, your neighbor's son, as my new IT guru. From what you tell me, he has other talents as well, talents you'll be able to take advantage of as often as you do mine. Oh, and I'm making him your husband's new boss. Our management style is so much alike it's uncanny, so things won't change all that much. I'll still be looking in to make sure your husband behaves though. I've filled Eric in on all his new perks as well. So, you don't have to worry, Amanda. You'll be getting more cock than ever, and your husband here will be wearing his cage a while longer until Eric feels it's time to have it removed. Eric's fine with all of it. In fact he can't wait to fuck you upstairs in the same bed you share with me."