Becca's fingers slid higher, her nails scraping lightly against his sensitive skin as she moved the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles. "Do you like that?" she whispered, her voice soft and teasing. "Can you feel it? Every little vibration, every little touch? You're completely at our mercy, aren't you?"
He nodded frantically, unable to form words, his breath hitching as the vibrations intensified. Lena's hands moved down his chest, her fingers pinching his nipples hard, the sharp pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure from the vibrator. "Poor thing," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "You're so desperate, aren't you? You'd do anything for just a little relief."
"Anything," Andy gasped, his voice hoarse and strained, his body arching against the chair as the vibrations continued to torment him. Becca's fingers tightened on his thigh, her nails digging into his skin as she increased the pressure, the vibrations becoming almost unbearable.
"Good," Mary said, her lips brushing against his ear as her hands moved lower, her fingers tracing the edge of the cage. "Because we're just getting started."
Becca's free hand moved to his balls, her fingers gently massaging them as she continued to press the vibrator against the cage, the vibrations intensifying with each passing second. "Do you feel that?" she whispered, her voice low and husky. "Every little touch, every little vibration... it's driving you crazy, isn't it?"
He moaned, his hips jerking as her fingers tightened around his balls, the sensation almost too much to bear. The vibrations were relentless, the pleasure building with each passing second, but the cage kept him from tipping over the edge, the torment both exquisite and unbearable.
Mary's lips brushed against his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as her fingers traced the edge of the cage. "You're so close, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice soft and teasing. "But we're not going to let you come. Not yet. Not until we've had our fun."
He whimpered, his body trembling as the vibrations continued to pulse through him, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. Mia's fingers tightened around his balls, her nails digging into his sensitive skin as she increased the pressure, the vibrations intensifying with each passing second.
"Please," he gasped, his voice hoarse and strained, his body arching against the chair as the vibrations continued to torment him. "Please, I can't take it anymore."
"Beg harder," Mary hissed, her breath hot against his ear as her fingers tightened on his nipples, twisting them sharply. "Show us how much you want it."
Becca's laugh was low and dark, her fingers now cupping his balls, squeezing them rhythmically as she kept the vibrator pressed firmly against the cage. "Oh, he's so desperate," she cooed, her other hand sliding up his thigh, nails raking his sensitive skin. "Look at him tremble. Isn't it delicious?"
He was drowning in sensation, his body a raw nerve exposed to their every touch, every vibration, every cruel word. His hips jerked against the restraints, his cock throbbing painfully against the unforgiving cage. The vibrator's hum seemed to echo in his bones, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, and yet there was no release, no relief. Just the endless, torturous build.
"Please," he gasped again, his voice breaking, his head thrashing against the chair. "I can't—I can't—!"
"You can," Mary said, her tone mocking as she leaned back, her hands trailing down his chest. "And you will. Because you're ours, and we decide when—or if—you come."
Becca's free hand moved to his thigh, her nails digging in as she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear. "You're going to beg so much more before we're done with you," she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "And you're going to love every second of it."
Becca pulled the vibrator away, the sudden absence of sensation making him whimper. She exchanged a glance with Mary, a wicked spark in both their eyes. They had something else in mind.
"Let's try something new," Mary purred, her voice low and dripping with promise. She knelt in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs, her fingers tracing circles just above his knees. Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his caged cock. "You've been such a good boy… for the most part. Don't you think he deserves a little reward, Becca?"
Becca laughed, a light, teasing sound as she moved to the side, her fingers trailing over his chest. "Oh, absolutely. But not too much of a reward." She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Just enough to make you crave more."
He shuddered, his body trembling as Mary's lips brushed against the cold metal of the chastity cage. She exhaled softly, her breath warm and damp, and he could feel it through the tiny gaps in the cage. His cock twitched painfully, straining against its confines as she teased him with her breath alone.
"You like that?" Mary murmured, her voice a sultry purr. She didn't wait for an answer. Her tongue darted out, licking along the edge of the cage, her touch feather-light and maddening. His hips jerked involuntarily, but Becca's hands were there in an instant, pinning him down with a firm grip.
"None of that," Becca chided, her tone playful but firm. "You'll take what we give you, and you'll stay still."
Mary continued her torment, her tongue sliding along the underside of the cage, her lips brushing against the metal in soft, teasing kisses. She alternated between long, slow licks and quick, flickering movements, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through him. His breath hitched, his hands clenched into fists as he fought to stay still, to obey.
"Good boy," Becca cooed, her fingers trailing down his chest, her nails scratching lightly over his skin. She leaned in, her lips brushing his neck as she whispered, "Let's see how much you can take."
Mary's mouth moved lower, her tongue sliding down to the base of the cage, her lips pressing against his balls. She sucked lightly, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, and he moaned, his body trembling. Her lips moved back up, her tongue dragging along the length of the cage before she pulled away with a soft pop, leaving him panting and desperate.
"Becca," Lena said, her voice husky as she glanced up at her partner. "Your turn."
Becca grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she knelt beside Mary. Her fingers trailed down his thigh, her touch light and teasing as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the cage that imprisoned her brother's cock. She exhaled softly, her breath warm and damp, and he whimpered, his cock throbbing against the unforgiving metal.
Becca's tongue darted out, licking along the edge of the cage, her touch more withdrawn than Mary's. She focused on the tip, her tongue flicking over the tiny gaps in the metal, her lips brushing against it in soft, teasing kisses. He groaned, his hips jerking instinctively, but Mary's hands were there in an instant, pinning him down.
"Stay still," Mary ordered, her voice firm but laced with amusement. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Or we'll stop."
He froze, his body trembling as Becca continued her torment. Her lips closed around the tip of the cage, her tongue flicking against it in quick, maddening movements. She sucked lightly, her tongue pressing against the metal, and he groaned, his cock twitching painfully.
"Oh, he likes that," Becca murmured, her voice muffled as she continued to suck and lick. She pulled away with a soft pop, her tongue darting out to lick along the underside of the cage. Her fingers trailed up his thigh, her nails scratching lightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the base of the cage.
"Mary," Becca said, her voice teasing as she glanced up at her partner. "I think he's ready for more."
Mary grinned, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight as she knelt beside Becca. Her hands moved to the base of the cage, her fingers tracing the edge as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip. Her tongue darted out, licking along the tiny gaps in the metal, and he groaned, his body trembling.
The two women worked in tandem, their mouths moving in perfect sync as they teased and tormented him. Mary focused on the tip, her tongue flicking over the tiny gaps in the metal, while Becca worked on the base, her lips brushing against his balls, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. They alternated between deep, sucking kisses and light, teasing licks, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through him.
His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as they continued their torment. His cock throbbed painfully against the cage, desperate for release, but they showed no signs of stopping.
"Please—" Andy begged, his voice hoarse and broken. "Please—"
"Please what?" Mary asked, her voice sweet and innocent as she pulled away, her lips brushing against the cage. "Tell us what you want."
"Please let me come," he stammered, his voice breaking as Becca's tongue flicked over the base of the cage, her lips brushing against his balls.
"Oh, Andy," Becca cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You know we can't do that."
Mary laughed, a low, sultry sound as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the cage. "But don't worry," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "We'll keep you right on the edge."
Their mouths returned to him, their tongues licking and sucking in maddening patterns, their lips brushing against the cage in soft, teasing kisses. They alternated between deep throating the cage and light licks, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through him.
He groaned, his body trembling as they continued their torment, his cock throbbing painfully against the unforgiving metal.
"Please—" he begged again, his voice hoarse and broken. "Please—"
"Beg for it," Mary ordered, her voice firm but laced with amusement. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the cage. "Beg us to stop."
He hesitated, his body trembling as Becca's tongue flicked over the base of the cage, her lips brushing against his balls.
"Please stop," he stammered, his voice breaking. "Please—"
"Good boy," Mary purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she pulled away. "But not yet."
"Not yet," Becca echoed, her voice teasing as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the cage. "We're just getting started."
Mary leaned back, her sultry voice dripping with satisfaction as she exchanged a glance with /becca. Andy's chest heaved, his skin glistening with sweat, his caged cock twitching impotently against the metal confines. He was completely, utterly at their mercy.
"I think he's had enough for now," Mary purred, though the wicked gleam in her eyes suggested otherwise. "Don't you agree, Becca?"
Becca's smirk widened as she trailed a finger lightly over the man's thigh, her touch feather-light yet electric. "Hmm, I agree. He still looks desperate. But maybe we should… stop. He did beg for it."
Andy's heart pounded as Mary undid the straps binding his wrists, her fingers brushing against his skin in a way that sent shivers down his spine.
"Up," Mary commanded, her voice firm but laced with amusement. Andy obeyed shakily, his legs trembling as he stood. The cage felt heavier than ever, a constant reminder of his helplessness. He stumbled slightly, but Becca caught him by the arm, her grip strong and unyielding.
"Careful now," she teased, her lips curling into a smirk. "We wouldn't want you falling before we've even started."
Andy's breath hitched as he stood, his mind racing with anticipation and dread. What were they planning now? They had tormented him so thoroughly already.
Lena climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest, her eyes locking onto his. Her hands rested on his shoulders, pinning him down with ease. "You're ours now," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Completely ours."
Mia kneeled at the foot of the bed, her fingers tracing the edges of the chastity cage, her touch light but maddening. The man sucked in a sharp breath, his cock straining against the metal, desperate for release that wouldn't come.