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  CAGED CUCKOLD

  CUCKOLD CHRONICLES, BOOK 5

  J.R. WILLAIMS

  COVER: der_bilstein / Bigstockphoto.com

  John was used to the sound of his wife making love … her moans, her lover’s grunts, and both of their sweaty bodies slapping against each other.

  What he was not accustomed to was the sound of a newborn baby's wails.

  He sighed as he dragged himself out of the couch on which he'd been sleeping and trudged into the nursery -- which had once been his study -- to care for his wife's child.

  When John had first met his wife, Khloe, he'd imagined the life they might live together. He'd thought of the kids they might have and raise together. He’d pictured the typical nuclear American family.

  He never thought his wife would have a black baby, the result of an all-night interracial orgy, and that he would be the one primarily responsible for taking care of it -- reduced, essentially, to the role of a nanny.

  And yet that's where he found himself this night, woken up at nearly 3 am to tend to his wife's love-child, as his wife and her lover, Calvin, made love -- loudly -- in the master bedroom.

  John walked into the nursery, made his way to the crib, pulled Calvin Jr. out and cradled him in his arms.

  “There, there,” John said. “Come on now, buddy. Go back to sleep. Sshh, sshh.”

  It took more than 10 minutes, but finally the little tykes eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep. John gingerly laid him down in the crib and tiptoed back to the couch.

  Just as he slid under his blanket and closed his eyes, Calvin Jr.'s wails started again.

  John sighed. It was going to be a very long night.

  ***

  The next morning, John tried to sleep in to make up for his lack of sleep, but Khloe and Calvin would have none of that.

  “Up and atom, cuck,” Calvin said. “Time to make us breakfast.”

  John sighed and dragged himself out of bed and trudged over to the kitchen to make breakfast for his wife and her bull.

  As he set plates in front of them donned with eggs, bacon and hashbrowns, Khloe turned to John.

  “I think I want to go buy some clothes for Calvin Jr.,” she said. “I'll need you to come with us so you can push his stroller.

  John nodded. “Of course, dear,” he said. “Calvin, will you be joining us?”

  Calvin nodded his head negatively. “I have business to attend to today. But you guys have fun.” John wondered whether the business Calvin was referring to was selling drugs or pimping. But he held his tongue and didn't dare ask.

  As John loaded the stroller into the car, Khloe emerged from the house wearing a skimpy skirt. John wondered who she was dressing up for -- this was supposed to just be a casual shopping trip.

  They strapped Calvin Jr. into his carseat, then took their respective seats in the car, John behind the wheel and Khloe in the passenger seat.

  It took them about 20 minutes to arrive at the local mall. John took the stroller out of the car and got Calvin Jr. settled in it, and he pushed it across the parking lot as he watched his wife saunter toward the mall. The high heels she was wearing made her plump ass look fantastic, John thought. He wished he still had the privilege of touching it.

  “Where to?” John asked.

  “I was thinking we’d start at J.C. Penny,” she said. As they made their way across the parking lot, an older woman smiled at Khloe, and then glanced down at the stroller. When she saw the child in the stroller -- a black child -- her smile suddenly vanished.

  John noticed, and he found himself upset rather than embarrassed. For all this woman knew, Calvin Jr. was adopted. Regardless, he couldn’t help feeling like her reaction was somewhat racist, and that made him angry. Khloe, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the woman’s offensive reaction.

  Khloe immediately made her way to the baby clothes section, and she soon collected an armful of baby clothes for little Calvin Jr. John winced -- he was going to be the one paying for all those baby clothes. Even though Calvin made a ton of money selling drugs and pimping out Khloe, as well as other women, John was still expected to pay for Khloe and Calvin Jr.'s basic needs. Khloe had made it exceedingly clear that the only reason she was still with John at all was for his financial support -- if he wasn't willing to continue supporting her financially, she would move out of the house and live with Calvin, and John would be out of a family. He didn't want that. Khloe and Calvin Jr. were all he had left in this world.

  “Okay,” Khloe said, snapping John out of his thoughts. “I think I’m ready to check out.”

  John nodded, and with Khloe leading the way, he wheeled Calvin Jr. to the nearest checkout station.

  Standing behind the register was a tall, thin, well-dressed black man. John watched as his eyes immediately fell to Khloe’s ample chest. And just as immediate was Khloe’s sly smile, as if she knew exactly what the man was thinking, and she was thinking the exact same thing.

  “Hello, ma’am,” he said. “How are you doing today?”

  “I’m doing quite well, thank you,” she said. “Just shopping for some baby clothes with my husband and my son.”

  The man looked past her, first at John -- he smirked -- and then into the stroller. When he caught sight of Calvin Jr., a slight look of surprise came over his face, for just a moment. It quickly turned to a smile as he did the math in his head. Sure, as John had just noted to himself earlier, it was possible that Calvin Jr. was adopted. But judging by Khloe’s overly flirtatious smile, the salesman could tell that the most obvious explanation for Calvin Jr. was that Khloe had been impregnated by a big, black cock -- and that she was hungry for more.

  “Did you find everything you were looking for?” he asked.

  Khloe winked at him as she placed the clothes she’d selected on the counter. “Almost,” she said.

  “Oh, well, I’d be happy to help you find whatever you still need,” he said. “Let’s get you rung up first …” He scanned all the clothes and placed them into paper shopping bags. John winced at the price, but he dutifully pulled out his wallet and paid the total amount.

  “Here you go, sweetie,” Khloe said, handing John the bags. “Could you hold on to all of these while this young man helps me out?”

  “Um … yeah, of course,” John said.

  “Thanks, hon,” she said, and she kissed her husband on the cheek.

  “Now, how may I be of service?” the salesman asked.

  “Well … Mark,” she said, reading his nametag, “I was interested in trying on this dress over here, but I need some assistance finding a dressing room …”

  “Ah,” he said, a knowing tone in his voice, “I think I can help you out with that, ma’am.”

  “Excellent. Um, sweetie, would you watch Calvin Jr. while I get some … help … from this gentleman?”

  “Oh, uh … yeah, of course.”

  “Thanks,” she said, and she walked off toward the dressing room, Mark in tow.

  John pushed little Calvin Jr.’s stroller closer to the dressing room so he could hear -- because he was fairly certain Khloe and Mark were doing more than just trying on clothes.

  It didn’t take long for his suspicions to be confirmed. It started with Khloe’s gentle moaning. John imagined Mark kissing the base of her neck; he knew that always drove her wild. HIs large, dark hands were probably running down her body, and taking off whatever clothes she was wearing -- if she was still wearing any.

  Soon, the sound of Khloe’s moaning was accompanied by the sound of Mark’s own groans. And as his groans grew more guttural and insistent, Khloe’s moaning became louder and faster.Those sounds were soon accompanied by a knocking sound, of them hitting the wall, and of the sound of skin slapping against skin.

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; John looked around and saw that several of the shoppers in the vicinity were looking up, wondering where the sound -- which was very obviously two people fucking -- could possibly be coming from. John made eye contact with a few of them, and smiled awkwardly at them.

  Before long, Khloe began crying out in what sounded like utter ecstasy as the slapping sound grew faster and faster; Mark cried out and let out one final, guttural grunt, and then both of them grew silent.

  They emerged a few minutes later. Khloe’s hair was visibly disarrayed, and her shirt was on backward. Mark’s belt was unbuckled.

  “Mmm … thank you for helping me out in there,” Khloe said. With that, she leaned in and the two of them kissed, slowly and sensually, right in front of John and all the other shoppers walking around the store.

  “My pleasure,” Mark replied. “Come back any time. I’d be more than happy to provide you … excellent customer service.”

  John felt sick. All of the customers who had taken notice of the sound of Khloe and Mark fornicating in the dressing room had watched as the two of them emerged. It was obvious to each of them that Khloe was John’s wife, but also that she’d fucked another man--a stronger, bigger man--right in front of him. He had been utterly and completely humiliated.

  Yet, he couldn’t help sprouting an erection as he thought of what it must have looked like while his wife and the virile young sales clerk used each other’s bodies in that cramped little changing room. How deep the young man must have plunged his long, powerful cock into Khloe’s tight cunt before spewing his hot cum into her.

  Khloe made to leave, but John stopped her.

  “Don’t we still need to pay for Calvin Jr.’s clothes?” he asked.

  Khloe looked briefly over her shoulder. “No,” she said. “I think I got what I came for.” She winked at Mark and continued walking out of the store, with John struggling to keep up as he pushed the stroller.

  ***

  “I have something I’d like to talk to you about,” Khloe said as the three of them drove back to the house.

  “Yes?” John asked. “What is it, honey?”

  “Well, Calvin and I have been talking and we have some concerns about you,” she said.

  “Concerns?” John asked. His mind immediately began racing, wondering what he could possibly have done wrong. He’d been working so hard lately to obey every order he received from both Khloe and Calvin. He didn’t want to be punished. He was finally beginning to enjoy the new dynamic that had taken hold of his marriage.

  “We’ve noticed that you’ve been pleasuring yourself a lot lately,” Khloe said.

  “Well … yeah,” John said. “I mean, it’s been an adjustment for sure, watching you with other men. Seeing you at that orgy, getting used by so many young, black men … it was definitely surreal. But I think I can honestly say I’m beginning to enjoy the eroticism of the experience, and I think I can give my approval--”

  “Right there,” Khloe said. “That’s exactly the problem.”

  “What?” John asked, confused by Khloe’s interruption.

  “That right there is exactly the problem,” Khloe continued. “We don’t need, nor do we want your approval.”

  “Oh, I--I’m sorry,” John said. “I--”

  “Furthermore,” Khloe said, “it seems like you’ve been going a little crazy with the self-pleasure. It’s rather disgusting when we see you twiddling your little dicklet after you’ve watched Calvin and I make love. But I think we have a solution for that.” Just as she finished speaking, they pulled into the driveway, and Khloe got out of the car without another word.

  “Well … what is it?” John called after her.

  “Come find out,” she said.

  Confused, John collected Calvin Jr. from the back seat and made his way into the house.

  As he entered, he was surprised to find both Calvin and Khloe seated at the kitchen table, waiting for him. He quickly put Calvin Jr. to bed for a nap, then returned to the kitchen.

  “I thought you had business to attend to,” John said to Calvin.

  “I did,” Calvin said, “and I attended to it.” He nodded toward a brown paper bag on the kitchen table.

  “What’s that?” John asked.

  Khloe giggled. “This,” she said as she picked up the bag, “is your future.”

  “My future?” John asked. “What are you talking about? What’s in that bag?”

  “What’s in this bag,” Khloe said, “is an ultimatum. We’ll tell you what’s in here, but under one condition.”

  John was feeling very anxious about what was happening. He didn’t like it, and he felt a knot forming in his stomach. But as he looked at Calvin and Khloe staring him down, he knew that he had long ago lost any control he once had in this three-way relationship, and he felt he had no choice but to agree to whatever they wanted.

  “What’s the condition?” he asked timidly.

  “The condition is that no matter what is in this bag, you accept it for what it is and embrace it as a part of your life,” Khloe said. “Otherwise, you pack your bags, today, and leave. We’ll never want to see you again.”

  How was that even a choice to John? He loved Khloe. And in a weird way, he’d even come to love little Calvin Jr. He had no choice but to accept whatever it was Khloe and Calvin had planned for his life.

  “Of course,” John said. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

  A grin formed on Calvin’s lips. “Oh, this is going to be fun to watch,” he said.

  Khloe reached into the brown paper bag, and pulled out a box. She set it down on the kitchen table and gestured with her hand for John to come in for a closer look.

  “What is this?” he asked as he picked up the box.

  “MALE CHASTITY DEVICE WITH LOCK AND KEY,” it read.

  “A chastity device?” John asked. “What is this for?”

  “It’s for you, dumbass,” Calvin said.

  “I … I’m not sure I understand what’s going on,” John said.

  “It’s simple,” Khloe said. “You’re not putting that pathetic excuse for a penis to work anymore, so there’s no reason you shouldn’t have it locked up. This is a cage that will make sure your puny little dick is unable to get hard. To make sure that it’s just as flaccid and useless and you are.”

  “But … but I enjoy … touching myself when you and Calvin have sex,” John said, shame dripping from his voice as he said the words. Here he was, begging not to be able to have sex with his wife again, but merely to be allowed to masturbate while he watched another man fuck her.

  “That’s exactly what we’re trying to avoid,” Khloe said.

  “It’s disgusting,” Calvin said. “Nobody wants to see you beating your white meat.”

  “And besides that,” Khloe said, “masturbating implies that you’re still a sexual being. But you’re not anymore, are you? Boyfriends are sexual beings. Husbands -- non-cuckold husbands, that is -- are sexual beings. But what are you? You’re a cuckold. A servant. You cook for us, you clean the house, you go to work and bring home money to provide for us. You care for my child. But you are not a sexual being. You do not get the privilege of sleeping with me. You do not get the privilege of sleeping with anyone, because no one would have you. And your proper place in this family should be formalized with the placement of this cage upon your penis.

  “Now, we’ll still let you watch us have sex, if you want,” she continued. “Although it’s going to be awfully hard for you -- no pun intended -- watching us make passionate love while you’re completely unable to gratify yourself in any way whatsoever … just sitting there watching your wife and her lover fuck while you get an aggravating case of blue balls. Now, we may reward you every now and then, if you’ve been an exceptionally good cuckold servant, by taking the cage off … once or twice every year, if you’re lucky.”

  John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His wife and her lover wanted to put some kind of contraption on his penis that would prevent him from g
etting an erection? How fucked up was that? He couldn’t stand for that. He’d put up with a lot in this marriage, including the impregnation of his wife by a random black man, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow them to lock up his cock.

  “Um, I … I’m sorry,” John said. “I’m afraid I have some problems with what you’re proposing. First of all--”

  “Are you saying you’re not going to agree to this?” Khloe asked. “Because you do remember the ultimatum I gave you, right?”

  John knew the ultimatum she was talking about. It was basically that he had to wear this cock cage, or he had to leave Khloe and go off on his own. As much as he didn’t want that, he just didn’t think he could bring himself to wear a cock cage.

  “I’m sorry,” John said. “I--”

  “Let me stop you right there,” Khloe said. “Because when I made it seem like you had a choice, I was really just fooling around. You don’t have a choice. Calvin? Let’s get him caged.”

  Before John knew what was happening, Calvin had stood up and lifted John up over his shoulder. John couldn’t believe how strong Calvin was. As he was being carried to the bedroom, he could feel the muscles bulging beneath his shirt, and John was confused by how much he enjoyed the sensation. Even so, he was panicked.

  “What are you doing?!” he cried out.

  Calvin just laughed. “You’ll see. Don’t worry about it.”

  Calvin threw John onto the bed, and before he could try to jump off and make a run for it, Calvin was on top of him, pinning him down.

  Khloe walked in, and as Calvin held him down, she began undoing John’s pants. He wiggled and squirmed in a pointless effort to free himself, but Khloe had his pants off in less than a minute. She pulled down his underwear and let his little cock spring forth. She laughed as she took the cock cage out of the box and carefully fastened it over John’s cock. It was a perfect fit.

  “Look at that,” she said. “It’s like Cinderella.”

  “No!” John cried out. “Stop! I never agreed to any of this! You can’t--” his voice became muffled as Calvin placed one of his large hands over John’s mouth. Mute and overpowered, John stopped struggling, realizing that his struggle was futile, as Khloe clasped the lock to the cage and trapped John’s flaccid penis within the cage.