Daniel sat, motionless. Staring. Unable to move or breathe, it felt like. Unable to do anything but watch. He felt the swelling, and kept himself from moving his hand toward the plastic and steel cage that encased him under his slacks. What was the point?
And anyway, he simply * couldn’t* move. His eyes were locked in his head, he could barely blink. Didn’t *want* to blink. His heart was laboring in his chest and he felt sweat beading his forehead and slicking his chest and back as he watched his wife sucking their son’s meaty cock.
All of the emotions that usually warred within him in these moments were with him now. Only magnified. He felt the jealousy, the lust. The roiling churn of emotions in his gut, love and lust and embarrassment and guilt and dismay and want and desire … all balled up, each rearing its head in turn, making his heart pound harder and his cock stiffen in its cage and his body sweat and minutely shiver and jerk. But it was so much harder, so much more powerful now.