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TEN MINUTE CHALLENGE
I had been locked up for thirteen straight days, and I was going crazy. I had only ever done a couple of days at a time before.
“Please?” I begged.
“Sorry, baby,” Leslie said. “The deal was two weeks.”
“. . . Unh,” I whined.
I was laying naked on the bed. My little, desperate cock locked in a stainless steel cage. My wife knelt over me, naked. Leslie was a few inches taller than five foot. She was thin and well toned, from near constant jogging. Her breasts were a little on the small side but very perky. Her wavy, strawberry blonde hair just barely touched her shoulders.
Her fingers teased my balls, rubbing over them and then gently squeezing. The steel ring squeezed the base of my cock as my cock swelled a little. She leaned down and gave my balls a big kiss.
“. . . Plus, you wouldn’t want to ruin tomorrow night, would you?” she asked.
“I would . . . I really would.”
She laughed and fell onto the bed beside me. She brushed her fingers over my stomach and kissed me. The feel of her wet lips against my neck caused a tingling in my groin.
“I promise you’ll get to cum tomorrow,” she said, “one way or another.”
“. . . What does that mean?” I panted.
“What?”
“What do you mean, one way or another?” I asked, my mind racing.
“I have a little surprise for you,” she said with a grin.
She teased my tender balls. I could feel precum oozing from my poor dick.
“Um-”
“But I promise you’ll get to cum,” she said. “Okay?”
“. . . Okay.”
She kissed me on the neck again.
“And just because you can’t cum tonight, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get to cum, right?”
“. . . Right,” I answered, weakly.
Leslie straddled my face and lowered the lips of her pussy to the lips of my mouth.
I licked her dutifully. She was soaking wet. My tongue dove deeper inside her, and she began to moan. She steadied herself, holding on to the headboard.
My cock buzzed. My stomach was tight. I was horny beyond belief, but unable to get hard. I could feel precum dribbling down my limp cock and onto my swollen balls.
Only one more day, I thought to myself.
The next day crawled by more slowly than I thought possible. Worse than any last day of school from my childhood. I couldn’t stop wondering what type of surprise Leslie had for me. My balls ached, and my cock strained painfully against its prison. All day there was a wet spot on the front of my khakis where precum was continually leaking.
Evening finally arrived. I watched as Leslie put on a lacy, white, matching pair of bra and panties. Then she started to do her hair and makeup. The anticipation was killing me. I tried to steady my breathing.
“Are you ready to burst yet?” she asked without taking her eyes off the mirror.
“Uh-huh,” I said.
I heard her giggle. “Well, not much longer now.”
I swallowed and watched her slip into a little black dress and then put on a pair of heels.
Jack was half an hour late. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the doorbell rang and hurried to the front door and let him in.
Jack was a tall, strong black man. He dwarfed me, and Leslie looked absolutely tiny in his arms.
“Hey,” he said. “Sorry I’m late.”
“. . . It’s . . . okay,” I said, not really meaning it.
Leslie came over and pulled him into the living room.
“Hey you,” she said with a grin.
He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her deeply. I closed the door and turned to watch. I leaned against the door and huffed and puffed. The sight of him kissing her, and her body pressed against his made me ache with desire and jealousy. I watched his large hand gripping her ass through the thin fabric of her dress as his tongue probed her mouth. I prayed they would hurry up and fuck.
To my delight, my prayers were quickly answered. She started leading him toward the bedroom. The end was in sight! I hurried after them.
In our room, they climbed onto the bed, and I sat down in a wooden chair against the wall. I tried to slow my heart rate as they kissed again and again. Their hands wandered over each others’ bodies. She rolled him onto his back and straddled him, kissing him hungrily.
“I’m so fucking horny,” she said. “I haven’t been fucked in weeks.” She glared in my direction like it was somehow my fault.
I was panting. My cock strained against the stainless steel of its cage. I watched her get up and slip out of her dress. She climbed back on top of him, wearing just her matching bra and panties, and her heels.
“. . . Oh god,” I groaned, softly.
She kissed him and rubbed her hand over his lap.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he said.
She slid down his body and sat up on her knees. She unzipped his pants and fished out his huge, black cock. My heart pounded, and my eyes refused to budge from his massive erection and her small hand slowly stroking it.
“Uhhh,” he huffed as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.
My dick leaked and ached. The sight was too much for me. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing.
After a minute, Leslie noticed. “Keep those eyes open, mister,” she said.
“Okay,” I whimpered, cracking my eyes open.
She took his shoes and pants off and then went back to sucking him. Jack was almost eleven inches long. Her head bobbed up and down and both her hands worked the enormous length of his shaft.
“Your wife gives some amazing fucking head,” Jack said.
I nodded and made a sort of croaking sound.
Leslie pulled her mouth off of his cock and drew in a deep breath. She sat up straight and turned to look at me.
“You ready for your surprise?” she asked, still stroking Jack.
“Huh . . . ?” I had totally forgotten about the surprise.
“You wanna cum right?” she said, sharply.
“Uh-huh!” I nodded, panting.
Leslie climbed off the bed. She snatched her cell phone off the nightstand. Then she opened the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out her favorite toy. It was a huge black dildo, nearly a foot long. And a roll of duct tape. She slowly walked toward me, wearing a grin that terrified me.
“You ready to be unlocked?” She asked, looming over me.
My caged cock hummed and my eyes wandered over her nearly naked body. She reached down and her fingers teased my balls through the fabric of my pants.
“God yes.”
She unzipped my pants and worked them down until my little, caged cock was fully exposed. She wrapped her hand around my swollen testicles and gave them a squeeze.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped.
“Here’s the deal,” she said. “I’m gonna unlock you . . .”
“. . . Uh-huh?”
“I’m gonna set a timer for ten minutes. Then I am gonna lay my vibrator against your cock. If you can last for ten minutes without cumming, you can fuck me when Jack is done.”
“Uhhn . . . “ I whimpered.
“Does that sound good?” she asked, her fingers gently massaging my balls, “Finally getting to slide your aching cock into my well-used pussy?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded.
“But! If you cum before the timer goes off, then you go back in your cage . . . okay?”
“Ohh . . .” I panted.
“Okay?” she asked, sternly.
“. . . Okay,” I said weakly. I couldn’t bear the thought of being locked up again, but it was eclipsed by my more immediate blinding desire to cum.
Leslie knelt down in front of me. My cock twitched violently in its cage. She set down her phone and the big, black dildo.
“Hold the chair arms,” she instructed, peeling a strip of duct tape off the roll.
I nodded and gripped the arms of the wooden chair. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavy. She wrapped a length of duct tape around each of my wrists, securing them to the chair. Then she set the roll down.
She took the little key and placed it into the lock. As she twisted the key, the lock sprung open.
“Oh god,” I panted.
As she lifted the little cage my cock swelled. All that remained was the thick steel ring that circled the base of my cock and ran behind my balls. She lightly brushed her fingers up and down my cock.
“Ohh . . . Hmnh.”
Leslie let out a little giggle. Jack chuckled and watched from the bed, slowly stroking his huge cock. Leslie set the timer on her phone to ten minutes. Then she picked up the huge, black dildo. She turned its base and it buzzed to life.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as she laid it against my cock. She tucked the base of the big dildo between my balls and the waistband of my boxers, which was now around the middle of my thighs. She pulled my pants a little further up so that the dildo would remain firmly in place.
I panted. My chest heaved. She leaned down and gave me a slow wet kiss.
“Just nine and a half more minutes,” she said with a laugh.
The thick rubber cock vibrated and my cock twitched and leaked precum. The powerful, black, rubber cock dwarfed my puny dick.
“Jesus . . .” I panted.
She turned, but then, as an afterthought, she looked back and reached down to the dildo, turning up the vibration.
“Oh-god,” I groaned, lurching slightly.
Leslie climbed back onto the bed and straddled Jack. She kissed him and wrapped her hand around his massive cock. I watched, anxiously. I tried to steady my breath and ignore the persistent vibrations against my sensitive hard-on.
Their kiss was long and slow and deep. Her hand casually caressed his big, black cock.
“Mmm,” he moaned.
Leslie pulled her panties to the side. She positioned herself directly above him and slowly lowered herself onto him.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” she gasped, sliding down his cock a little further.
“Oh yeah,” he grunted.
He put one hand on the side of her face and they kissed again. His other hand squeezed her tight ass.
I watched. My heart raced. My poor cock throbbed. I was overwhelmed by too many sensations at once. I saw my wife’s pussy, stretching, slowly taking more and more of his thickness.
“. . . Fuck,” I whimpered.
She lifted herself a little and started to slide up and down.
“Oh! Fuck you are huge!” she gasped as she rode him.
I closed my eyes. I tried to slow my breathing. To think of anything other than Jack fucking my wife with his tremendous cock. To focus on anything other than the thick rubber cock vibrating against my poor dick. I tried to tune out her moans, and I tried to unclench my ass muscles.
My eyelids cracked open. The world felt like it was moving in slow motion. I heard Jack’s low groans. I saw his muscles flex as his strong arms pulled Leslie’s body against his. I watched his hips bucking. His big, black cock sliding in and out of my wife’s pussy.
I couldn’t breathe. My head spun.
“Oh god . . . OH GOD!” My cock spasmed. A sharp pain shot through my organ as I erupted with tremendous force.
“Oh-fuck! Oh god . . . fuck.”
A spurt splattered against my neck. My cock kept pumping, covering my shirt and my groin in two weeks worth of saved up semen.
“Fuck . . . fuck,” I whimpered. The vibrations hurt my tender, shrinking cock. I wriggled in the chair but could get no relief.
Jack and Leslie were both laughing. She climbed off his massive cock and walked over to me.
“Aw honey, did the big, black cock make you cum?” She asked with a giggle.
I nodded, wincing. Leslie picked up her phone and looked at the timer.
“You lasted almost seven minutes,” She said, reaching down and picking up the dildo.
I let out a sigh of relief at being free from the intense stimulation.
“Not bad, but you know what that means.”
I nodded weakly.
She grabbed the front of the cage and carefully fitted it back onto my limp, sticky cock. She snapped the little lock into place and then gave my balls a quick tickle.
My breath was starting to slow. Leslie leaned forward and gave me a slow kiss. She made no move to undo the duct tape around my wrists.
Without taking her eyes off me, she said, “Jack, come fuck me over here.”
Jack hopped out of the bed. Leslie put her hands on the back of the chair, on either side of my head. Jack got behind her. He adjusted her panties slightly and then slid into her.
“Oh fuck,” Leslie gasped, her eyes still locked with mine.
Jack stood over both of us, grinning. He held her by the waist and pushed into her again and again.
“Fuck, your wife’s pussy feels good,” he groaned. “Too bad you couldn’t last three more minutes.”
Leslie gasped and moaned. Her body started to tremble. I heard the alarm on her phone starting to beep. Jack just kept fucking her.
I felt my caged, little cock beginning to stir again. It was going to be a long two weeks.
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