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  “There we go,” Khloe said, a broad smile covering her face. “That’s much better.”

  Calvin released him, and John looked down at his now-useless penis … more useless than it had been, anyway.

  As John marveled at his newly-caged cock, Khloe picked up the keys that had come with the cage -- there were two of them fastened to a small key ring -- and slipped them into her pocket.

  “I’ll be hanging on to these,” she said.

  “What am I supposed to do now?” John whined.

  “Doesn’t matter to me,” Calvin said. “Take a few minutes to get acquainted with your new hardware, and then make us some dinner, cuck.” He wrapped one of his massive arms around Khloe’s shoulder and they walked out of the room.

  John stumbled to the bathroom so he could see his confined penis in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had forcibly had a cage placed on his penis, rendering it completely useless. What’s going to happen when I get aroused? he wondered. The thought of the pain of his erection pushing against the metal cage made him wince.

  He was surprised by how much weight the cage added. It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable … just bulky. But he was sure discomfort would come the instant he got the beginnings of an erection. What had he gotten himself into?

  He walked back into the bedroom and pulled his underwear back on. His briefs pushed the cage into his penis, and he soon found the discomfort he knew would be coming. When he pulled his jeans on, it felt like there was barely any room for the cage itself.

  He walked out to the kitchen, feeling like he almost had to shuffle rather than walk to account for the extra bulk in his crotch. He began cooking dinner for Khloe and Calvin, thankful for anything that might distract him from the humiliation he’d been subjected to.

  Once he had dinner ready, Khloe and Calvin sat down and began digging in. John, meanwhile, retrieved Calvin Jr. from his nursery and brought him to the kitchen, feeding him with a bottle and picking at his own plate when he could.

  When Khloe and Calvin were done eating, they asked John to open a bottle of wine for them. He did so. After putting Calvin Jr. to bed for the night, he returned to find Khloe and Calvin on the couch, vigorously making out.

  John froze. It was a delicious sight, seeing his long-haired, thin wife sitting on the lap of Calvin, a dark monster of a man, who was running his hands up and down the length of Khloe’s back as the pair twisted their tongues around each other.

  But the pleasure of watching them was soon cut short. John felt a twinge in his pants, and as soon as his little cock started to grow, he felt the restriction of the cage digging in.

  I’ve got to get out of here, he thought, and he turned to walk away. Before he could do so, he heard Calvin’s booming voice call after him.

  “Where do you think you’re going, cuck?” he yelled.

  “Uh … well … I’m just having a bit of a hard time watching you two with this, uh … cage on,” John said. “So I was just going to go wait it out in another room--”

  “I don’t think so,” Calvin said. “Come have a seat. You don’t think you’re gonna get off so easy, do you? The whole point of you wearing that cage is that you still have to watch another man, a superior man, make love to your wife … but without the ability to touch yourself, to enjoy it. So come on over and watch me make love to your wife like you could never hope to do. And don’t touch yourself, because you can’t. Just watch and let the reality of the situation settle in.”

  John gulped, but he knew he had no choice but to comply with Calvin’s wishes. He took a seat in a chair facing the couch and watched as the two of them resumed their lurid makeout session.

  John clasped his eyes shut, hoping Calvin wouldn’t notice and force him to keep his eyes open. He tried desperately to think of anything that would take his mind off his arousal: embarrassing moments from his past, sports statistics, his grandmother. It worked … for awhile. But soon Calvin and Khloe moved on from making out. John heard the ruffling of clothes being removed and he couldn’t help but open his eyes for a peek at the festivities taking place in front of him.

  Khloe had already removed her shirt and pants and was clad only in a pair of g-string panties and a skimpy bra. She was on her knees in front of Calvin, already shirtless, and was unbuckling his belt. John watched as she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. She rubbed his large, thick cock through his boxers, then pulled them down, allowing his magnificent black cock to spring free.

  That did it for John. He felt the familiar rush of blood and then … pain.

  It took his breath away … it was more pronounced than he had anticipated. He gritted his teeth, but he couldn’t look away as Khloe took Calvin’s swollen member into her mouth, first just barely fitting the head into her mouth, then slowly and methodically sliding her lips up and down his entire length.

  Once she had sufficiently wet his cock, she slid her tongue from the tip of his head, dragged it down the length of his shaft, and then slowly, delicately licked his balls. Calvin moaned as Khloe gingerly sucked first one ball into her mouth, then the other, all the while stroking the length of his cock with her hand.

  Despite the pain, John’s hand unconsciously lowered to his groin area … only to come into contact with the cold metal of his cage. He let out a frustrated sigh. Here was all of this overwhelming stimulation … and yet there was nothing he could do about it. He could only sit and watch the sexual scene unfolding before him, unable to release any of the sexual energy growing within him.

  Khloe traced her tongue back up to the head of Calvin’s cock, and when she reached the top she brought her mouth back down onto his length. Calvin, thoroughly excited by this point, grabbed the back of Khloe’s head with both of his hands and began thrusting into her mouth as hard and as quickly as possible. Almost immediately, Khloe began choking as her lover’s cock was thrust down her throat.

  The sound of his wife gagging and slurping on Calvin’s fat dick normally would have sent John over the edge into his first self-given orgasm of the night. But now, unable to pleasure himself, all he could do was squirm with a mix of arousal and pain. He wanted so much to enjoy the sight, but at the same time, all he wanted was for the arousal to go away so he could escape the pain.

  “Mmm … you’ve got me nice and hard, bitch,” Calvin said, and he picked Khloe up, turned her around and set her down on the ground, on her hands and knees, facing away from him. As he slowly slid his cock into her drenched cunt from behind, both of them stared straight into John’s watching eyes.

  “Enjoying the view, cuck?” Calvin asked. “You like the sight of me filling up your wife’s cunt? I’ll bet you wish you could play with your little dicklet, cuck.”

  Khloe smiled, but was too overwhelmed by the pleasure of having her pussy filled by Calvin’s cock to get out any words. Wordlessly, she began pushing her ass back to meet Calvin’s thrusts. Calvin leaned forward, and Khloe leaned back, and the two of them kissed, bringing their tongues out to swirl around each other.

  Good lord that’s hot, Calvin thought to himself, wishing, even praying that he could touch himself. What had Calvin and Khloe done to him, he thought. Was this to be his life from now on? Destined to watch his wife and her lover have sex night after night, and not even be allowed to play with himself?

  After a few minutes, Calvin pulled Khloe up onto his lap as he leaned back onto the coach. With Khloe facing him, he lowered her back onto his cock and she began rhythmically rocking back and forth, sliding her juicy pussy up and down the considerable length of his cock. Calvin slapped her ass as he fucked her, and she gasped delightedly. It wasn’t long before Khloe was coming to an explosive orgasm.

  “Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” she screamed as Calvin plowed into her.

  She stood up and got on her knees. Calvin stood and fed her his cock, and she began slurping on it again.

  “Mmm … do you want to come on my face, baby?” Khloe asked, momentarily removing Calvin’s cock.
“Or in my mouth?”

  “Mmm … actually, I think I have a better idea,” Calvin said. “Come here, cuck.”

  That took John by surprise. Never before had he been asked to participate in any way with Khloe and Calvin’s lovemaking sessions, other than being afforded the opportunity to watch. What did Calvin have in mind? What was he up to?

  “Hurry up, cuck -- before I lose my patience,” Calvin said.

  Subserviently, John shuffled over to Calvin.

  “On your knees,” Calvin said.

  Slowly and nervously, John did as he was told, dropping to his knees and looking up at Calvin expectantly, wondering what fresh new hell awaited him.

  “Your wife fucked me well,” Calvin said, “and she sucked my big, fat cock even better.” As he spoke, he stroked the length of his cock, up and down, up and down, continuously. “But it’s all been leading up to this … your ultimate humiliation.”

  With that, cum erupted from Calvin’s cock -- hot globs of sticky semen rained down upon John’s face. John was so shocked that he couldn’t move. Calvin’s cum was hot on his face, and it seemed like an endless stream -- he was certain every square inch of his face must be covered in the cum of his wife’s black lover.

  When the flood of cum finally stopped, Calvin chuckled. “Get yourself cleaned up, you pathetic cuck,” he said. He helped Khloe stand and, arm in arm, they made their way into the bedroom for the night.

  John, in shock, made his way into the bathroom. He turned on the light and stared at himself in the mirror, his face covered in cum, as if he were a pornstar at the conclusion of a dirty film.

  But it wasn’t his cum-covered face that shocked him most. It was his penis -- straining against the cage so vigorously that he couldn’t even try to put a stop to it. The erotic pleasure he was feeling almost drowned out the pain.

  He brought a finger up to his face and traced a line through the cum on his face. Before he could even realize what he was doing, he brought his cum-covered finger to his mouth … and licked off the cum.

  The taste was more powerful than he could have ever imagined. Because the taste hadn’t just stimulated his taste buds. It had stimulated something deep within him.

  It had awoken something inside of him.

  TO BE CONCLUDED IN “BIRTH OF A SISSY”

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