Stacy finished her coffee with a satisfied sigh, pushing back from the table. "Well, I'm off to the market. Need anything?" She glanced at Andy expectantly, but he barely registered the question, his toes now curling in humiliation from almost being exposed in front of his mother, his thighs inching closer towards the locked prison of his cock.
Andy shook his head quickly, his voice a strained whisper. "N-no, Mom. I'm good." His thighs clenched, trying to pressure the sensitive skin just below the cage. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he fought the urge to groan.
Stacy grabbed her purse, oblivious to the undercurrent of filth. "Alright, be back in an hour or so. Behave yourselves." She winked playfully and headed out, the front door clicking shut behind her.
As the front door clicked shut, Becca rushes down to Andy, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Andy... I think it's time for some fun. Don't you?"
Andy felt a pang of unease, of dread, but also a pang of excitement, of curiosity. He nodded, his voice steady as he spoke. "Yes, Becca. What... what do you have in mind?"
Becca's smile turned cruel, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Oh, Andy. I've invited Mary over. And we are going to have so much fun."
The sun slanted through the blinds of Becca's bedroom, striping the quilt with bars of light. Andy stood awkwardly near the door, the ever-present ache in his groin a constant companion. Becca lounged on her bed, phone in hand, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"She's on her way," Becca said, not looking at him. Her thumbs flew over the screen. "Mary was so excited."
Andy's throat tightened. He recalled the events with John how both Mary and Becca had served John and how Mary had made Becca ready for his cock. The thought of what was about to come sent a fresh wave of shameful heat through him.
The doorbell rang. Andy flinched.
"Be a good boy and let her in," Becca purred, giving the faint bulge in his shorts a condescending pat. "And remember. Not a word unless spoken to."
Andy moved like a puppet, his legs leaden. He opened the front door to Mary, who was all sharp grin and tight jeans. "Andy!" she said, her voice bright. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, her hand resting on his chest. "Becca's told me how much she enjoyed last night and how she wants to continue." Her eyes dipped, just for a moment, to his crotch.
He led her to Becca's room, his face on fire. Becca was now leaning against her dresser, having changed into a simple black silk camisole and matching shorts that left little to the imagination.
"You made it," Becca said, her voice dropping to a low, intimate register.
"Wouldn't miss it," Mary replied, her gaze locking with Becca's. The chemistry between them was immediate, a crackle in the air that excluded Andy completely. Mary walked over, and they kissed, not a small peck, but a deep, hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Andy heard the wet slide of their tongues, saw Becca's hand tangle in Mary's blonde hair.
He stood frozen, the trapped flesh in his cage straining so hard it hurt. A low whine escaped him.
The women broke apart, both looking at him. Mary's expression was one of pure, predatory delight. "Sit," she commanded, pointing to a plush armchair in the corner. "Hands on the arms. Don't move them."
He obeyed, sinking into the chair, his body humming with terrified arousal. Mary smiled, a flash of white teeth. "He's so obedient, Becca. He is so well trained, isn't he?"
Andy was strapped to the chair, his wrists bound securely, the cold metal of the chastity cage pressing against his sensitive skin, a cruel reminder of his helplessness. His breath hitched as Mary leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Can you feel it, baby? The ache? The need?" she teased, her fingers trailing down his chest, nails lightly scratching his skin. He shuddered, his body already reacting to her touch, despite the cage that denied him any relief.
Becca stepped forward, her hips swaying as she knelt before him, her hands resting on his thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, a playful smirk on her lips. "You look so desperate," she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of the cage, her touch deliberately slow, torturous. "I wonder how much more you can take."
He groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily, the cage pressing harder against him. The sensation was maddening, a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent electric shocks through his body. Mary chuckled, her breath warm against his neck as she moved to stand in front of him, her body inches from his face.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice firm, yet laced with a teasing tone. He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the lace bra beneath. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his face, the softness of her skin clouding his senses.
"Lick it over my bra, you don't get to have it directly, you cucky" she ordered, and he obeyed, his tongue lathing over her nipple, the fabric of her bra a tantalizing barrier. His hands clenched the arms of the chair, his entire body trembling with the effort to stay still as Becca's fingers began to explore him more boldly.
Becca's fingers danced along the edge of the cage, her touch light, almost too light. She smirked as she felt him squirm, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "You're so sensitive," she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "I bet it's driving you crazy, isn't it? Wanting to be free, to feel your sister touch you properly."
He groaned, his head falling back as Mary continued to press her breasts against his face, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He could feel her nipples hardening through the lace, his tongue working feverishly to bring her pleasure, even as his own frustration mounted.
Becca's fingers dipped lower, her nails lightly scraping the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He jerked, his body reacting instinctively, but the restraints held him firmly in place. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" she purred, her fingers moving higher, ghosting over the base of the cage, her touch so close, yet so far from where he needed her most.
Mary pulled back slightly, her hands cupping his face, forcing him to look up at her. "You're doing so well, Andy," she cooed, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "But I think it's time to take it further, don't you?"
Before he could respond, she moved to the side, her hand joining Becca's, her fingers brushing against the cage. The two women exchanged a knowing glance, their smirks widening as they began to play with him in tandem.
Mary's fingers traced the edges of the cage, her touch feather-light, while Becca's nails raked gently over his balls, the dual sensations sending shockwaves through his body. Andy groaned, his hips straining against the restraints, his body desperate for more.
"Oh, look at him," Becca giggled, her fingers tightening slightly around his balls, just enough to make him gasp. "He's so eager, so desperate. I wonder how long he'll last."
"Let's find out," Mary replied, her fingers slipping beneath the cage, her touch finally, finally, grazing the sensitive head of his cock. He moaned, his entire body jerking, his hips thrusting instinctively, but the cage denied him any real release.
The women continued their teasing, their touches alternating between soft caresses and sharp pinches, their laughter filling the room as they watched him unravel. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with need, his mind consumed by the torment of their combined attentions.
Mary leaned in again, her lips brushing against his ear once more, her voice a sultry whisper. "You're so close, aren't you? But you can't come, can you? Not like this."
Her words were a cruel reminder of his predicament, and he groaned, his hips thrusting uselessly against the cage, his body aching for release. Becca's fingers tightened around his balls again, her nails digging in just enough to make him yelp, his body writhing in the chair.
"Oh, I think he's had enough," Becca teased, her fingers finally releasing their grip, her touch softening as she looked up at Lena. "What do you think? Should we give him a little break?"
Lena smirked, her fingers still teasing the edges of the cage, her touch maddeningly light. "I don't know," she replied, her voice dripping with mock concern. "He looks like he's enjoying himself. Maybe we should keep going."
"No, please," Andy begged, his voice hoarse, his body trembling with desperation. "Please, I can't take it anymore."
The women laughed, their hands finally pulling away, leaving him panting, his body drenched in sweat, his cock throbbing painfully against the unforgiving metal of the cage.
"Alright," Mary said, her voice softening slightly. "But don't think we're done with you yet. We've only just begun."
Becca stood, her fingers brushing lightly over the cage one last time, her smirk widening as she saw him flinch. "You're going to be so much fun to break," she purred, her voice a promise of more torment to come.
He groaned, his body collapsing against the chair, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain, his entire being consumed by the two women who held him so completely in their thrall.
"So," Mary said, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in close once more. "Time for round two."
Her fingers trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scratching against his sensitive skin as she leaned in close. Her breath was warm against his ear, her voice a teasing whisper. "You're going to love this," she purred, her lips brushing his earlobe before she pulled away, her eyes glinting with mischief. Becca stood beside her, already holding a sleek, black vibrator in her hand, her smirk widening as she turned it on, the low hum filling the room.
He shivered, his body tensing in anticipation, the sound sending a jolt of both excitement and dread through him. The chastity cage felt impossibly tight, his arousal trapped and swelling against the cold metal, every nerve in his body on edge. Becca knelt in front of him, her free hand running up his thigh, her fingers tracing the edge of the cage before she pressed the vibrator against it.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as the vibrations shot through him, the sensation both intense and maddening. Becca laughed softly, her eyes locked on his face as she moved the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles, the hum reverberating through his trapped flesh. "Sensitive, are we?" she teased, her fingers tightening on his thigh as she increased the pressure.
Mary's hands were on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck. "Look at him squirm," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "He's already so desperate. How long do you think he'll last?" Her teeth grazed his skin, and he whimpered, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the vibrations continued to torment him.
Becca shifted closer, her free hand sliding up his inner thigh, her fingers brushing against the base of the cage. "Not long, I'd imagine," she replied, her voice dripping with amusement. She pressed the vibrator harder against the cage, the intensity increasing as she moved it in small, teasing motions. "But we're not going to let him come, are we?"
"Never," Mary agreed, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. "We're going to keep him right on the edge, aren't we? Teasing him until he begs us to stop."
He groaned, his head falling back against the chair, his entire body trembling as the vibrations continued to pulse through him. The pleasure was overwhelming, but it was also agonizing, the relentless stimulation driving him closer and closer to the edge without any hope of release.