The Chaste (Part 4)

Chapter 10

For the fortnight that followed, the only real difference to my daily routine was the constant, cold reminder of the steel cage encasing my penis. I grew accustomed to the dull ache and the strange sensation of the device shifting with every movement, often waking me in the night with a cramped leg or a digging ring. The most unexpected disruption came from our landlady, Kylie. Usually scarce and strictly business, she began dropping by twice a week, citing increasingly flimsy excuses to come into the flat. One Tuesday evening, it was a "maintenance check on the fire doors," though she spent most of her time trying to catch me in the nude. She stood in my doorway while I was drying off from a shower, leaning in with an air of curiosity. "Just making sure the box is secure," she whispered, her eyes darting down to my groin before she abruptly declared she was "running late" and scurried off. Her second visit was even more excruciating; she came over on a Saturday morning to "check the smoke alarms," but found me sitting on the sofa naked after a run. She stood in the kitchen for ten minutes, making small talk while I squirmed under her gaze, until she finally admitted she was just "enjoying some naked male company" and left after our conversation died out, leaving us in an awkward silence.

The following Thursday Leah told me she was going over to see her boyfriend for a few days as his unit had been given some time off, and she was buzzing with excitement. In the quiet of the living room that evening, she sat me down and handed me an envelope saying ‘Claudia – For her eyes only’. "Claudia is going to be in charge while I'm gone," she said, grabbing her passport. I looked at the envelope in my hand and felt a sudden sense of panic, knowing the control was leaving my best friend and going to someone else, but Leah just laughed. "Don't worry," she said, tying her hair back. "She's been dying to see you in the cage again. You're in good hands, or should I say, bad hands?" She hugged me goodbye, leaving me alone with the knowledge that my humiliation was now in Claudia's capable, and perhaps cruel, hands.

I had made it three weeks without an orgasm, and the frustration was turning into a physical need that was impossible to ignore. I had actually asked Leah, three days before she was due to fly out, if I could be unlocked for just an hour to get some relief. She looked up from her laptop, her face serious. "I've been thinking about it," she said, "but I want to push it further. I want you to go the full month." I groaned, the prospect of waiting another week agonising.

"So when I come back you will just have to wait another 24 hours," she continued, a mischievous glint in her eye, "You can get two whole days off. No cage. No rules. Just you and your freedom, but until then, you stay locked up tight. Unless you can persuade Claudia, but I’ve told her it had better be a perfect storm to unlock you."

Friday morning I drove Leah to Gatwick for her mid-morning flight, the chatter all around how horny my predicament had made her, how her boyfriend wasn’t going to know what hit him, and how little of the local sights she would see because she was going to get the most value possible from their hotel room. She also laughed to herself. “It's a good job you aren’t flying Tony,” she said, “the metal detectors would go crazy with that cage.” She paused, pondering the humiliation it might cause, then laughed again as she said she wasn't that cruel.

I went into work late so wasn’t home until after 7pm because I had to make back the time I’d used to ferry Leah to the airport. I’d been home less than an hour when the entry phone buzzed. I had instinctively stripped off when I’d got home, and every time the buzzer went recently I got butterflies in my stomach. Thankfully most deliveries came in the day time and Kylie would collect them in. I picked up the phone and it was Claudia. I buzzed her up and she arrived at the door red faced a minute later.

“You okay?” I asked her as she barged past me into the flat, smacking her large handbag into my gut. She went into the lounge and flopped onto the sofa, where I noticed she’d dressed quite slutty for her. She always wore bright dresses, but this one showed way more cleavage and thigh than usual, and there was plenty to see. Like I said, she is a larger woman, not ugly fat or anything, but Leah always said that if she lost four stone she could have any guy she wanted.

“Just checking in Tony!” she said as she looked me up and down. We chatted about nothing and everything for twenty minutes, then said I was going out to get something to eat, it was too late to start cooking. Claudia suggested we order pizza as she had a voucher for the place at the end of our road. This suited me and I asked her to get me one with tuna, olives and anchovies. Despite her thinking my choice of pizza was the work of the devil she had a BOGOF voucher and ordered 2 large pizzas with a garlic bread and bottle of Diet Coke.

We started to watch that film where Tom Hanks is stuck in the airport and waited on food, Claudia’s thigh pressed into my own, her short dress bunched up high on her legs, her ample tits spilling out of her top.

Chapter 11

Thirty minutes or so later, the buzzer rang, and my stomach did a flip, not of hunger, but of nerves. I picked up the phone and a timid female voice said ‘Pizza’. I told her it was the 2^(nd) floor and buzzed her in. I said to Claudia I didn’t want to find myself on some kind of sexual predator list, and so she needs to open the door. She reluctantly got up and said I was to stand in the entrance of the lounge, putting me about five meters away and allowing some plausible deniability, and if she caused a scene Claudia said she’d take the flack and apologise. She was met with a young woman, probably of Indian or Pakistani heritage, in her early twenties, holding two large pizza boxes, and a bag dangling from one arm, a crash helmet in the other. She looked at me, then at Claudia, who was standing right between us, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Here's your order," the driver said, her eyes flicking to me and then lingering on my groin. She smiled, a conspiratorial look passing between us as Claudia stepped forward and took the food, passing the girl a £10 note as a tip. "This is Tony. And yes, that's his cage. Don't stare, he gets shy." She laughed loudly, the driver joining in. "Anyway, thanks for the pizza. Hope we didn’t offend you?"

"Have a good night, and no, it’s actually very funny!" the driver called out as she backed away, waving at me as if I were an exhibit in a museum. I came forward and closed the door for Claudia who was laden down, my face burning, and she carried the pizza through to the lounge.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, the grease of the pizza and the tension of the evening ticking away. Claudia wiped her mouth with a napkin and leaned back, her dress hiking up even further. "Right, enough of this," she declared, a playful glint returning to her eyes. "We need to play a game. Truth or Dare. But let's stick to Truth. We take turns asking a question and you have to answer with the absolute truth. No lying."

I groaned internally, expecting the worst. "Fine," I said, dipping a pizza crust in dip and taking a bite. "You can go first."

"Okay," Claudia teased. "How often do you touch that little cage of yours? Like, seriously, how many times a day have you tried to play with yourself since Leah locked you up?"

I swallowed the salty pizza, feeling the heat rise to my ears. "Not that often," I lied slightly. "Maybe once or twice a day when the ache gets bad."

I asked her when she last had sex, and she simply said, “Before Lockdown!”

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?" she asked, leaning forward, her breasts threatening to spill out of her top. "Or tried it?"

"Not really," I said, shaking my head. "I once shot a load so far it landed on my lips, I never swallowed it, but it was a salty goo, not too different to my anchovies I joked."

"Disappointing. I swallow every last drop," she said matter-of-factly, popping a slice of garlic bread into her mouth. She took a swig of her Diet Coke. "Okay that can be an answer to your question, so my turn again. “Have you ever fucked outdoors?"

"Yes," I said. "Stacey and I had sex on the beach late at night once, we even got caught by a couple who just laughed and moved on."

"And did you like it?" she pressed.

"It was a fun night for sure," I mumbled.

I asked her if she had any dildos or vibrators. She confirmed she had several, describing all of them briefly, keen to state their sizes, the largest being nine inches long and so girthy it can take her five minutes to get inside herself. I even said “T.M.I.” like the idiot I am.

“Do you give good oral? she asked me next.

I said I had done it a few times, but I've never really had a lot of experience as previous girlfriends had either not been into it or hadn’t asked for it. I admitted I'm maybe not great at it as no woman had ever trained me up.

Claudia laughed, a loud, throaty sound distorted by a chunk of pizza she was chewing on. "Oh, you poor thing. You've been deprived." She took another long look at my crotch. “I guess you need to be trained up,” she said with glee.

"Okay, here's a bet. If you can make me cum with your mouth in ten minutes or less, you get unlocked until you go to bed."

I froze. "What? You want me to go down on you? Right here tonight, did Leah say this was allowed?"

"If I want to unlock you, I can do what I want, Leah chose to go to Scandinavia." Claudia stated firmly. "But if you can't make me cum with your tongue, you stay locked until Leah unlocks you. Deal?"

I hesitated. I wanted it so badly, the pressure in my balls was screaming at me, but I was terrified of failing. "I'm not sure. What if Leah finds out and I get punished?"

I went into my bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, staring at my reflection. I heard her walking into the main bathroom, the one used by Leah, or I would use it if I wanted a bath. I heard her running the shower when I came out of my room. I looked at my food, but I had lost my appetite. My heart was hammering and my erection growing at the idea of getting some relief. I loved Claudia, we’d been friends for ages and would laugh at the same things, but like Leah, I’d never seen her as a sexual conquest in waiting. But she was very pretty, had great skin and an amazing pair of tits. Double E’s if I remember rightly, as she would often tell guys in the pub when she was drunk. I tidied up our pizzas and took the leftovers into the kitchen, clearing down and grabbing a beer to calm my nerves, a part of me already deciding I had to try and win this bet and give my poor balls some release.

Claudia was standing by the sofa when I came back out of the kitchen, the first beer not touching the sides and a second one in my hand. The bathroom door was wide open behind her and she had wrapped a towel around herself, but it was barely enough to cover anything. It was soaked through, clinging to her wet skin, and the edges were pulled tightly just enough to cover her nipples and pubic area. She turned to close the door and the curve of her buttocks came into view, a hint of cellulite, but much firmer than I had expected as she shifted her weight.

"Come here," she commanded, coming closer to me. "Don't keep a lady waiting."

I moved to within a couple of feet of her and she twisted, removing her towel and placing it on the sofa in a sleek, swift move, then spun herself and crashed down into the seat. Claudia spread her legs wide, her totally shaved slit coming into view between her broad creamy thighs. "Show me what you've got, Tony," she whispered. "Make me scream."

I didn't need telling twice. Those magnificent tits with pointy red nipples had me straining at my cage in seconds, I moved between her knees as she slid forward to allow me better access, my hands shaking as I reached out and spread her knees wider to reveal a perfect plump pussy with large labia either side of her very pink hole. She smelled like a mix of sex and lemons, a sweet, intoxicating scent that combined Leah’s shower gel and Claudia’s pussy juice. I ran my fingers up her damp thighs, then down to her pussy, parting it, and looking down at her pussy. It was glistening, lips swollen and eager. I leaned in, my nose brushing against her skin, and I took a deep breath. Claudia grabbed her legs behind her knees to give me the best possible access to her pussy.

“When does the clock start?” I asked, but she just looked over her tits at me and ordered me to, “Get in there!”

"God, you're pussy is beautiful," I murmured. I placed a kiss on the soft skin of her inner thigh, feeling her shiver. She gripped my hair, pulling me closer. "More," she urged, and do exactly as you are told; else the dick stays locked.

I moved up, kissing her mound, the soft skin and razor stubble from her groin tickling my lips. I slid my tongue out, tracing the line of her slit from bottom to top. She gasped, her hips bucking up. I repeated the motion, this time pressing harder, using the flat of my tongue to spread her open. I could taste the salt of her skin and the tang of her arousal. She tasted incredible.

"Right there," she moaned, her hand pulling my head down harder. I obeyed and focussed on this motion for a few minutes until she told me to focus on her clit. I moved back to get my bearings and it was sticking out, red and swollen. "Yes, suck it." She desperately ordered.

I wrapped my lips around her clit, which was already hard and swollen. I could feel it hard against the tip of my tongue. I began to suck, using a flicking motion, matching the rhythm of her breathing. She was wetter now, her juices running down my chin. I used my fingers to spread her further open, exposing her completely. I inserted a finger, then two, curling them up to find her G-spot, while my mouth continued to work on her clit. I was struggling to breath and space was limited, but I kept going at her pussy like a man possessed.

"Oh god, Tony, that's it," she cried out, her back arching off the sofa. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

I wanted to make this last, to explore every inch of her, but the desperation in her voice told me she was close. I increased the speed of my tongue, sucking harder, flicking faster. One of her legs kicked out, her heel hitting my shoulder, but I held on. I could feel her walls clamping down around my finger, spasming rhythmically. Her breathing became ragged, shallow gasps that turned into a moan.

"I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, her hand clamping onto the back of my neck. "Oh fuck!"

Her body went rigid, her pussy contracting violently around my fingers. She bucked her hips against my face, grinding herself down onto my mouth, forcing me to keep going as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. But I eventually had to pull away to get some air. She cried out a loud “FUCK!”, a sound so raw and primal it made my dick throb painfully in its confines. She then relaxed, her breathing slowly returning to normal, but she didn't fully let go of my head. She was panting, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep pink. I slowly released myself from her grip and looked back at her plump pussy, puffy and glistening in a mix of my saliva and her juices. I instinctively touched my mouth and it had a film of stickiness all around it, the taste of her in my mouth still strong and intense.

I realised at that point how different she tasted to my previous oral conquest, Stacey, a very trim redhead with a very different looking pussy to Claudia. Stacey would trim her red bush, but never shave it all away like Claudia had; and I realised I liked it so much more shaved. I stood up, the pain of my encased dick front and centre, as my heady sexual wants drove blood into my erection, just making it worse, with the realisation I’d be freed soon also keeping that blood flowing.

Claudia lowered her legs to the floor and clumsily lifted herself up off the sofa, not a very sexy move, but watching her huge boobs waving about was mesmerising, and it stopped me from laughing.

“Fuck, I really needed that Tony.” she said, still taking in gasps of breath, “for somebody who said they aren’t that well versed in eating pussy, you certainly managed to get me going. I looked down at my cock straining in its metal cage, then back at Claudia. She smiled and said she thought it was more than ten minutes, her eyes locked on mine as I gave her my best look of horror. Then she gave another laugh and said I’d earned a prize and not to worry.

She walked over to her bag on the table and started to rummage around, pulling out her purse and from there a key on an Apple Air Tag. I looked at her with what I guess was a confused face, and she simply said, “Well, I didn’t want to lose the fucking thing. Leah would have killed me.”

She sat on the edge of the sofa, spreading her legs and ushering me into the space between her knees, grabbing the shaft of the cage and fiddling with the key in the small padlock. It eventually opened and she slid it out of its slot. The shaft of the cage jumping away a few inches in her hand, but she held it there as she rested the padlock and key down on her ample thigh. She then slowly edged it off my shaft and my dick was free, pointing out high and hard, the sensation just amazing.

“Shit Tony, we’ve now seen each other fully naked. There is no going back now.” I smiled and said that shit happens, which made her laugh. She then began to remove the securing ring, causing pain in my balls as she manhandled them through the ring roughly; finally getting both through and the ring easily sliding off my dick.

“Wow,” she said holding the cage in her hand, “this is really quite heavy!” I said the relief of not being confined was heavenly. And she just smiled.

“Boy, you are about to learn what heavenly really is!” as she dropped the cage parts, keys and lock to the floor and leant forward to take me in her mouth. She grabbed the base of my dick with her left hand and started to lick, suck, and press her lips into my shaft. I was way over-stimulated and told her to be careful.

“It’s been so long, I don’t know how long I can last!” I pleaded as she went at my dick with vigour, using her right hand to gently massage my balls. She didn’t answer me or change her approach, if anything she increased the pressure she was employing and I very quickly realised I was about to embarrass myself by cumming in no time at all.

I warned her again, then again, remembering how Stacey would demand I warn her in plenty of time so she could finish me with her hands, but Claudia seemed not to worry about it as I tipped over the edge and started to cum. I came so hard I felt myself going weak at the knees, literally seeing stars as I unloaded in her mouth. I could feel myself spewing over and over as I filled her mouth with cum. She kept her mouth locked onto my dick for another spurt, then parted her lips, making a gagging sound as cum spewed from the side of her mouth and down her chin. But I was still going and realised this is what so many weeks of build-up brings. I eventually stopped and my orgasm subsided. I even had to rest a hand on Claudia’s shoulder to balance myself.

She gurgled another ‘fuck’ as I looked down to see her chin awash with cum, much of it having dripped down onto her tits. She saw me looking and her tongue came out to show me more of my white mess, then it disappeared and came back out clean. She said nothing for a moment, then winked at me.

She pushed me back a little and lifted herself up, grabbing my cheeks and pulling me in for a kiss. I didn’t resist and her tongue went deep into my mouth, filling my taste buds with a vaguely familiar flavour. She pulled away, wiped the cum from her chin into her mouth and came back in for another wet and gooey kiss, this time really making me taste my own cum, the whole sexual power-play something I was enjoying and working with, the taste fairly bland and not all that weird.

We kissed without parting for over a minute, then she pulled away, grabbed at my cheeks again and shoved my face into her cleavage. It too was covered in cum and I didn’t resist it getting into my mouth, her intention was clearly for me to clean the drips of cum, so I obliged, enjoying her dominating approach. All too soon she pulled away again and said she had better shower. Walking naked back to the bathroom, and not bothering to close the door behind her, surely an invite, I thought. The water went on and I soon heard the sounds change as she went under the wet stream.

Despite my recent orgasm, I was still 100% erect, not even slightly deflated. I wanted to go again, something I’d not done this fast since I was 18 or 19, so I took the opportunity and walked over to the bathroom, and looked in on Claudia showering. She had deliberately kept the shower-curtain as open as possible to give me a view of her naked body, facing me and soaping her tits like she was in a porno. I didn’t hesitate and began stroking myself. I was a little sensitive, but it wasn’t sore. We just watched each other, Claudia using one hand to rub her clit as the other played with her nipples, the pretence of a shower long gone. This was a show. Her body shape meant it was hard to see her pussy, but I didn’t care and kept up a steady rhythm as she did the same. I hadn’t thought about it, but had assumed I would blow first, but it was Claudia who beat me to orgasm, bending forward and stifling a groan as she had her second orgasm, and she was only just finishing herself when I felt my own orgasm building.

I took two steps forward so that my knees were touching the side of the bath (the shower is in the bath) and let go again. This time groaning a bit too loudly, assuming the neighbours would know what was going on. I shot a single decent glob of cum, followed by several dribbles that dripped down my fingers and hand. By the time I was done, every inch of my dick was super sensitive, almost painful to touch as I stood there looking at Claudia in her naked glory.

I watched as she rinsed off, then gave her my hand to help her out of the tub, too late realising it was covered in cum, but she didn’t seem to care. I jumped into the shower and rinsed off as she watched me and dried at the same time, my erection finally subsiding, the excessive sensitivity not leaving me though, even the shower droplets were too much. I finished up and we went into the lounge and flopped down on the sofa together, both naked, both satisfied.

“Thanks Claudia”, I said with a huge outbreath, “That might be the strongest orgasms I’ve had in years.” She smiled and said, “If you get that premature ejaculation thing sorted, you’d make a great shag, I’m sure of it.” I looked at her dismayed, but it was a joke and she laughed. She said she had visions of her opening her mouth and me cumming the moment she touched me. To last over a minute was actually quite impressive, based on circumstances of course.