Chapter 2

John fucked Tay's gash fast, hard, and with a lot of stamina. It was crowded under there with four knees, a wet pussy, a slimy cock, gnarly balls, and my poor head, and I was wishing he would finish real fast.

Tay started screaming "I love it, Steve. Your mouth feels amazing on me. Whatever you do, please don't stop."

She rarely said 'please' and she rarely showed such enthusiasm, and more importantly, she appreciated me and NOT John. Instantly I felt a pang of affection for her and determined to lick better. Additionally, my cock filled my cage, with my cockskin bulging thru the gaps, the cage became a metal torture device.

I didn't want to be erect, given how painful it was, but Tay seemed sexier to me than she had in years. Mostly because she was loving my cuntlicking, but seeing John hard for her affirmed her desirability too.

Tay noticed my state too, how could she not, with her face being right there near my imprisoned dick.

Momentarily, she stuck her tongue through the opening at the end of the cage tonguing the tiniest available part of my pee slit. This was the first time she'd ever made oral contact with my dick completely of her own volition. It only served to make my dick harder and more excruciating.

They were going at it hot and heavy, splattering drops of sex juice on my face. Naturally, I couldn't even turn away, trapped between all those vice-like knees.

He stirred her pot with obscene squishy noises while my face just got wetter and wetter.

His organ was thoroughly slimed when Tay screamed out, "John, your cock feels so hard and so good ramming into me! Will you get down just a little lower so you can hit my G-spot?"

When he dropped down it was no longer just his balls dragging along my face and the crown forcing my nose aside, but the whole revolting shaft too. It slid across my face leaving a wet residue which made me acutely aware that he wasn't just pistoning along a straight path, but corkscrewing her cunt and now my face too.

It also dawned on me that Tay had asked him to go lower, the exact opposite of what she always wants, just to maximize my contact with his cock. I couldn't really blame her after I'd roughed up her chasm when Alexa had been over. She had been sore for several days and couldn't do anything about it because of the chastity belt.

Knowing her reason didn't make it any easier, or even harder, to bear. But what was near impossible to tolerate was that when he was fully inserted in her pussy if I failed to close my eyes, I was staring right up at his hairy asshole.

Rubbing salt in the wound Taylor declared, "Lover, if I cum before you do I want to suck the sperm out of your fat cock."

When I thought of her coming soon my foremost thought was that my ordeal would be over. My second was jealousy since she never sucked my sperm out – requiring me to announce my impending orgasm so she could pull off.

Maybe if she enjoyed sucking his cock she might learn to enjoy sucking mine. Regardless, this had to end.

I applied myself whole-heartedly to sucking hard on her nubbin, really twisting my neck to get in there. The effect was instantaneous, Taylor tensed up in her pre-orgasmic prelude, calling to both of us, "Don't stop what you're doing. Don't stop anything at all.

Seconds later she shook, then slumped, falling forward a few inches but still landing on my body. John moved forward with her, still fucking away, trying for his own climax.

His low hanging balls landed right on my mouth and I took a few licks before I realized what had happened and stopped.

John was loud, "Shit that's hot – you licking my balls. Keep doing it."

It was the most vile part of the experience so far. I could only grunt my protest, doing my best to avoid them.

John begged, "Please man. I need it!"

Tay, grabbed my balls, squeezing just hard enough to make a point. "We gotta make our guest happy. Just like you made Alexa happy." She spit the name out clearly displaying her jealousy. I didn't know she cared for me enough to be jealous.

What choice did I have? Instead of licking her clit I now began licking John's balls.

He moaned his approval and Tay licked any part of my cock she could get at. Was she still trying to torment me or was she just that turned on?

My cock had been at a cyclical half-mast this whole time: growing a little harder, then shrinking a bit due to the cutting pain.

But now it expanded into every nook and cranny of the cage, fully hard, and hurting like a mother fucker.

I whined into his balls, not daring to stop tonguing them.

Tay understood and took pity on me, by kissing and caressing my balls with her tongue for the first time ever, just as I was licking his. Apparently, she was turned on and no longer punishing me.

It was only a few minutes before John, still loud, yelled out that he was cumming.

He planted himself in her puss, holding still except for his twitching cock and spasming balls which I both saw and felt.

He stayed still for another moment then rolled over freeing me from between his knees.

Looking down I saw the rivulets of cum leaking from her gooey snatch, down the bottom of my chin and flowing down my neck.

I'd seen plenty of movies of men in my position to know what to expect next – she was going to sit on my face draining his gunk into my mouth.

Happily, she said, "I'm too sensitive for any more. Which is true, she always gets sensitive after an O.

She rolled over the other way leaving me uncovered for the first time since the offensive threesome had started.

I begged for release, "Please, I need to get off. It's been a week."

Tay's voice broke in pent up anger, "You mean a week since you gave your cum to Alexa instead of me!?"

Oh boy I'd said the wrong thing. "Baby, it was just to win. She means nothing.

"But you chose her. At the last second you made your choice and it wasn't me."

I was speechless. I hadn't know the depth of her feelings.

Tay spoke calmly now, to John, "He can be a bit of a weasel, but I bet if he wears the cage for another week he'll be very ready for you to visit us again, if you want to?"

"You know I do!" Said John. "Do you think we could try something different?"

I was powerless. I'd lost and she had every right to claim John's return as her prize, and by our rules we had to make him happy. What could I do if I ever expected to get out of the blasted cage?

When John left he took my key with him leaving me no choice but to wait for his return. The only bright spot was that he had Tay lock herself up and took her key too.

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