Ashley's Tease Toy 2 - Parts 8-14

“Down,” Sara whispered, a hand on his shoulder pushing him to his knees. He felt the pressure of all the women’s eyes bearing down on him as he kneeled, naked but for the collar and the cock cage, and waited. Sara stepped back behind him, still holding the leash in hands that she held neatly folded in front of her. Silence fell.

The garage door opened, and gasps mingled with shrieks of laughter and cries of delight as Ashley made her entrance. She sat like an empress in an ornate throne, reclining regally in the swaying seat that carried her through the sunny yard. Her chair was borne by four men, one at each corner grasping the thick wooden poles that served as handles, and Kyle gasped himself when he saw that the men, like him, were naked but for cock cages that shone in the sun. Jealousy twisted his already churning guts. He knew Ashley had other men caged. Her chastity boys, she called them. But he had never expected to see them. The men’s eyes sought the ground or flickered to the women present before hurriedly skittering away. They were as embarrassed as he was. But with their orgasms firmly under Ashley’s control, they had no more choice in the matter than Kyle did. Besides the cages, each man wore a leather collar, black rather than Kyle’s white, and a thin chain looped from each collar to wrap around the poles they bore, sealed in place with a padlock. The men were locked to Ashley’s throne by their black collars. Bitterly, Kyle was reminded that he was the only virgin there. Each of these men had fucked his wife at some point, while he himself was denied even that.

Reaching the front of the yard, the men halted. At a command from Ashley, they dropped to their knees, and Ashley stood. Kyle’s cock pulsed painfully as he watched his wife step forward, her heels thumping on the wood of the throne before she stepped down to the grass. Her blonde hair shone like spun gold in the light, falling in her trademark soft curls around her shoulders. Her dress was black, too, the full skirt falling in a dramatic sweep from the tight bodice as she walked slowly towards him. Hard to believe that this was the woman who had worn white to their legal wedding just a week before. She looked like an evil queen, Kyle thought, the fairest in the land, and his cock ached at the sight of her. She loomed above him as he gazed up at her hopefully from his knees, and she smiled down at him warmly. He would never forget the fire in her beautiful green eyes that day, the happy glow of power as they formalized her ownership of him in front of her friends. In years to come, the memory would make his cock swell recklessly whenever he recalled what they both came to consider as their real wedding.