Date: Sun, 03 Feb 2019 05:34:21 +0000
From: Agingathlete1953 <agingathlete1953@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Book Club -- Myra Breckinridge

The Book Club--Myra Breckinridge
by Antaeus

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Totally fictitious, any names, places, etc. purely coincidental. Straight,
gay, lesbian, BDSM, it's all here. Second chapter in 'The Book Club'
series. If you are enjoying this series, please consider a donation to
Nifty.
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Jack was in bed reading 'Myra Breckinridge' by Gore Vidal, the book that
Lisa had selected for the next Book Club meeting. The story had been
published over two decades before he was born, but as he read he was
understanding why she had chose it. Just then Maria, their maid, came into
the bedroom.

"Oh Jeez Maria, not again!" Jack exclaimed.

"Lo siento, Señor Jones, Domina Lisa gave muy importado instrucciones."

Jack was naked and tied to the bed with cuffs around his ankles firmly
anchored to the bottom corners that spread his legs wide. He wore a chest
harness with an attached collar that was tied to the headboard such that he
could barely lean forward. A pair of handcuffs attached to the harness
limited the movement of his hands so that he could read his book but not
touch his privates, which were fitted with a 'Vibrating Rogue Erection
Enhancer' that was a cock and ball ring with a knob that pressed on his
perineum and then ended with a thick butt plug that pressed against his
prostate. A button on the front of the device, just below his balls,
activated a vibrator at his fun gland.

Maria came to the side of the bed and activated the vibrator. This action
alone was enough to send shock waves into Jack's prostate and his cock
sprang to attention. Then Maria deftly stroked his balls, which were thrust
up and out by the enhancer, until he moaned and squirmed.

"Es bueno," she said and left the room. Jack was being punished by Lisa
after she caught him wanking in his morning shower. She had stopped him
before he could shoot and quickly put him into his current predicament
before she left for work. His balls ached now because she had instructed
Maria to come in and edge him every 30 minutes, which was four hours
ago. His dick was throbbing and his balls aching when Maria reappeared with
his lunch on a bed tray. She took the book and put the tray down in front
of him, his dick still at attention, but frustratingly out of reach. Then
she gave his balls a squeeze, giggled and left the room again.

Jack was hungry and quickly gobbled down the pozole and tortillas that
Maria had made for him. She was an excellent cook and he loved her
food. After he had finished he called out and she came back and removed the
tray, handing him the book back and activating the vibrator once again to
bring his cock back up. Jack moaned, but there was nothing he could do, he
was there until Lisa got home and even then he knew he wasn't going to get
the pressure in his balls relieved.

After an agonizing afternoon that stretched into the evening he finally
heard Lisa talking to Maria in Spanish. After a bit the door opened and his
wife appeared.

"How was your day honey?" he asked her cheerfully.

"Much worse than yours," she replied, pressing the button on the vibrator
and stroking his dick, now covered with pre-cum from a day of edging. Jack
moaned at her touch and tried to thrust his stiff cock into her hand.

"No, not tonight, bad boy. Into the cage you go."

"Please Lisa, not the cage," Jack pleaded.

She ignored him and went over to the bureau to fetch a chastity cage. She
pulled open the top drawer and looked down at the six custom made
cock-cages, each sitting in its own compartment. Each time she opened the
bureau drawer she thought about Nathan, their carpenter. She had
interviewed a number of them and Nathan was nearly as beautiful a man as
Jack, but a bit larger and more outdoorsy. Just thinking about Nathan's
strong hands on her breasts made her nipples tingle. After the interviews
and settling on Nathan, she contracted with him to do various jobs around
the estate, but the most fun one was the cock-cage compartments for Jack
and it was the first of many jobs she had for him. She had Jack meet him on
the day he came to do the work and then Jack had to show him the cages and
where the compartments were to go in his bureau drawer. She recorded the
entire event from the many hidden cameras she had in the house and
remembered how embarrassed Jack was the whole time.

Maria had let Nathan in and had brought him to Jack's bedroom.

"Señor Jones, the carpenter is here," Maria had said matter of factly,
showing Nathan into the bedroom and leaving. Jack was nervous to meet
Nathan and not at all comfortable with the whole thing. He knew Lisa was
toying with his humiliation and also that she was watching everything. "You
must be the mister," Nathan had said, reaching a hand out to Jack, "that is
quite a wife you've got."

Nathan was a bit surprised to see that Jack was about his age, late
twenties, when Lisa was clearly in her forties. Jack shook Nathan's hand
and liked him immediately--it was pretty clear why Lisa had selected
him. Nathan was a bit taller than Jack's six foot and he was slightly more
muscular in his upper body, his 'ceps bulging out at the sleeves of the
T-shirt he was wearing.

"Yes Sir, she is quite a woman."

"OK then, Jack" Nathan said, "what do you need me to do?"

"Well, Sir," we need compartments made for this drawer," Jack
replied. Nathan was a bit taken back at Jack's use of the formal form of
address, he had brushed off the first time Jack called him 'Sir', but now
this second time was a bit weird.

"I need a compartment made to fit each of these," Jack said as he pointed
to his six cock-cages lying neatly arranged on the top of the bureau,
"along with the key sets." The various keys to the cages were attached to
gold necklaces, whenever Jack was caged Lisa wore the corresponding key.

Nathan wasn't quite sure what they were, some sort of sex toy he thought.

"OK, Jack, I'll get to work."

"Thank you, Sir, I am supposed to help you, so let me know what I can do."

Nathan was a bit annoyed at this, but he let it ride. Lisa was paying him
at a premium rate and if she wanted Jack to help him, so be it. It only
took the two men a couple of hours to build the compartments, each one had
two sub-compartments, one for the cage and a shallow one for the necklace
key. It wasn't a difficult job, but Nathan did all the sawing of the lumber
outside at his truck in the hot sun, so both men were just a bit sweaty by
the time Lisa appeared asking how it was going.

"We're done, ma'am, Jack helped make it go faster," Nathan winked at Jack.

"That's great boys, I'd like to see the finished product."

Jack had put his cages and the key sets into the compartments and Lisa was
pleased at the result, then she turned to Nathan and said, "Nathan, would
you like to see how these are used?"

Jack almost shit himself when she said that, having thought that his
embarrassing ordeal was over.

"Yes ma'am, I have to admit that I wondered about that."

"Jack," Lisa commanded, "strip."

Jack stripped his T-shirt off, shucked his shoes and jeans and then peeled
his briefs off. Lisa selected one of the cages and deftly fitted it into
place over Jack's manhood.

Nathan whistled, "Wow, so this is how you keep him locked up."

"That's right, he's quite the randy boy when he isn't caged." Jack blushed
so hard his chest, neck and face turned bright red. Then Lisa pulled the
cage off of him and proceeded to show Nathan the other five cages. "These
were custom made for Jack, there's probably close to ten thousand dollars
worth of hardware here" she said as she swapped the different cages on and
off Jack's nads. After she put the last one in place she locked it and then
asked Nathan to fasten the key necklace around her neck. "I usually have
Jack do this Nathan, but you remind me of him."

"Well ma'am," now Nathan blushed, "I don't know if I'd like being caged up
like that, when I need relief I don't like to wait." Jack just stared in
disbelief at what was happening, his mouth falling open as he watched his
wife seducing their new carpenter.

"Jack's been a bad boy and I need to teach him a lesson about when he gets
to cum. Could I get you to help out with that?" She had moved closer to
Nathan, putting her arm on his shoulder and reaching her free hand up
underneath the tape measure pouch on his tool belt. Nathan made a slight
gasp as she squeezed his ample package through the fabric of his jeans as
he leaned into the kiss. After that it was almost a blur as each of them
tore off their clothes. Lisa lay back on Jack's bed, her legs hanging off
the end as Nathan, his huge cock as erect as a wooden pole, moved in and
plunged his engorged member into her snatch.

"Jack," Lisa gasped as Nathan entered her, "get over here and get your face
in Nathan's ass and lick his balls."

Jack's cuckolding was complete as he did as he was told, not only was he
well trained, but he desperately wanted out of the cage and any
disobedience would lengthen the time he had to wear it. Nathan's crack was
wet with sweat and covered with light brown fur, his heavy balls swung back
and forth as he thrust into Lisa. Jack swooned from the heavy man-scent
mixed with his wife's pussy smell as he licked Nathan's salty and
sweat-soaked balls. As the fucking went on he realized that the whole scene
was intoxicating and he felt his cock lengthen inside his cage--Lisa had
chosen one that allowed him to get erect inside the stainless steel tube of
the unit.

Lisa screamed out, "Oh...My...God...I'm cuuuuuumming!" as Nathan began to
spurt his load into her, his balls drawing up closer to his body as Jack
tongued them. The carpenter fell away from her onto the bed and Jack sat
back onto his heels, staring at his wife's soaking pussy.

"You know what to do, Jack," she said breathlessly. Jack hesitated and then
leaned forward to clean her snatch of the slurry made by her pussy juices
and Nathan's cum.

As Lisa was thrashing about under Jack's tonguing, Nathan climbed over on
top of Jack, sticking the stiff head of his cock, now lubricated with love
juices, against Jack's bung hole. With a shove he pushed his dick into
Jack, who gasped and then wiggled with pleasure as Nathan's cock head found
his prostate. The larger man's heavy balls slapped rhythmically against
Jack's nuts, which were spread apart and exposed by the cage he wore.

Then, in a bizarre twist of unison, the three of them came, each uttering a
guttural growl of lusted satisfaction.

As Lisa mentally reminisced about that threesome, she removed the enhancer
Jack had worn all day and he made a deep sigh of relief. Then she undid his
cuffs and fitted him with the cage she had selected and snapped the lock
into place.

"Here honey, " she said sweetly, "do the clasp for me." She had put the key
necklace on and Jack fastened the catch at the back, then leaned down and
undid the cuffs at his ankles looking ruefully at the cage between his
legs. She had selected the most unusual one of all of them and the one that
he both hated and loved. It had been hand made by an engineer in
Germany--in fact, they had both made the trip to Europe to have it
fitted. His penis was completely encased by a sleeve that was forced down
between his legs--he had to sit to pee. His balls, however, were pulled up
and forward on each side of the penis tube such that his scrotal skin was
pulled tight with each nut completely exposed. That was the part he loved
and hated. His balls were freakishly presented and unprotected, gentle
caresses got him panting while the slightest tap sent him into a fetal
position on the floor.

"How long that stays on depends entirely on you, you know."

"Yes, Mistress," he said in an apologetic tone.

"It could come off tonight," Lisa said as she got up from the bed. Jack
brightened, a huge smile crossing his face.

"It all depends on your performance at the party this evening," she
continued as she went over to his closet. "Let's see," she said as she
looked through his clothes.

"Party?", Jack asked.

"Yes, Book Club is tonight."

"What? I haven't finished the book yet," Jack whined.

"Well, you had more than enough time."

"But there were pages torn out!"

"There was a reason for that, now enough! Go get a shower and then get
dressed."

When he finished his shower he came out and saw the clothes she had picked
for him lying at the foot of the bed and his heart sank. It was his white,
what she liked to call, 'Show Me' suit because it pretty much left nothing
to the imagination, especially with the cage she had selected. It, like
almost everything else, was custom made to her exacting specifications. The
material was almost like jersey, but thin and stretchy. He put the shirt
and pants on, then the black bowtie. Looking at himself in the mirror he
felt naked in the near transparent fabric. The tight fitting trousers were
cut so that on each side of the fly you could see a clear oval outline of
his balls thrust forward by his cage. There were pocket slits, but no
pockets, so the straps of the cage, which looped his butt cheeks, were
easily seen through the fabric. The shirt was cut such that it looked
painted on and his pecs and nipples, even his abs, were outlined and
prominent. The only shred of modesty that the suit provided was the jacket
and even though it had two front buttons, the button holes were sewn shut
so that it could not be closed. The jacket was somewhat short so that his
ass cheeks framed by the cage straps were visible.

He put his shoes and socks on and then went to wait in the front hall for
his wife.

After a bit Lisa came down the staircase, her suite being on the second
floor. As he expected, she looked ravishing and dressed to the nines for a
night on the town. She put her hand on his cheek.

"My poor baby, why the long face? You look so smart in that suit. I've
summoned an Uber."

There was a honk and they left the house. The Uber driver gave Jack a
second look but didn't say anything. They were heading to the gayest area
of town and he figured that was part of the getup. They rode in the back
seat as Lisa played with his balls, rubbing them with her fingertips and
scratching them lightly through his pants fabric as Jack squirmed.

The car stopped as the driver said, "Here you go, Main and 38th."

Jack looked at Lisa as she opened her door. "Um...Ian's building is three
blocks from here!" he protested. "Of course, it's such a nice evening I
thought we'd walk, come on." Lisa had told Jack that Book Club was being
hosted by one of Ian's friends who had a much larger apartment in the same
building as Ian.

Lisa took Jack's arm and they started walking. It was still light out and
Lisa was in no hurry to get to the party. A motorist driving by yelled out,
"Hey fag, put some clothes on!" and Lisa giggled. By that point Jack was
beyond caring, if Lisa was happy, he was happy. By the time they were a
block away the neighborhood had changed. Gay men were everywhere and Jack
was getting wolf-whistles and lewd compliments. Jack laughed when one
yelled out, "Hey, ditch the broad and come with me!" Lisa laughed as well.

"You're hard, aren't you Jack?" she asked.

"Lisa, you know I've been hard since I put these pants on," the fabric
constantly rubbed against his balls, no matter what he did.

At last they arrived at Ian's building and the doorman let them in, never
taking his eyes off Jack's bulging crotch. When Ian opened the door to his
friends apartment and saw them he exclaimed loudly, "Now the fun starts!
Come on in."

It was a large apartment and was perfect for entertaining. Jack saw Laney
and Lois, but not Toddy. As if reading his mind, Ian said, "Toddy couldn't
make it, I hope you don't mind Lisa."

"I won't mind at all once you put a glass of wine in my hand." Ian reached
over to the buffet by the door and grabbed a glass of wine and handed it to
Lisa with a flourish, "Pardon my manners, Mademoiselle."

"Jake," Ian called out, "the leader and the main attraction have arrived,
come and say hello," then Ian pulled Jack's coat off him. "Get comfortable
Jack, it's going to be a long night."

A thundering voice boomed, "Where's the boy? I was told there would be a
boy!"

Jack turned towards the voice, knowing full well who 'the boy' was that
Jake was looking for. He came face to face with a mountain. Now Jack is not
small by any means, standing six foot with a quarterback physique--but this
was a linebacker. Jake had to be six-six and all muscle. He was older, with
a clean-shaven head and a white Santa beard. His arms were easily twice the
diameter of Jack's and he looked poured into the gray T-shirt he was
wearing. The shirt was from MASCULAR magazine and showed a graphic of a
naked man sitting on his haunches, short-cropped black hair and trim beard,
not unlike Jack himself. Jakes's huge chest tapered down to a narrow waist
and tight 501's that were neatly tucked into well-worn leather work boots.

"Jake, say hello to your old friend," Ian said, the perfect host.

Jake, who had been staring at Jack, now looked past him to Lisa.

"My LADY!" the huge man exclaimed and made a bow, reaching for Lisa's
outstretched hand to kiss it like he was meeting the queen.

"Oh Jake," Lisa tittered, "you are still the gentleman!"

"Is this your boy?" Jake asked, looking back at Jack.

"Well, he's my husband, if that's what you mean," Lisa replied regally.

Jake turned and looked at Jack. "What's your name boy?" he demanded.

"I'm Jack, Sir."

"Good boy," Jake beamed and tussled Jack's hair with his huge paw. "Now get
that fag suit off!" he commanded.

Jack made a quick glance at Lisa, who nodded almost imperceptibly, and then
stripped the suit off.

Jake stood at attention in front of Jake as the huge man looked him
over. Then Jake reached out and grabbed Jack's shoulders, spinning him
around effortlessly. "A fine looking boy," he murmured, squeezing Jack's
muscles as if he was inspecting a piece of meat, which in reality he
was. Turning Jack back around, he reached out and squeezed the smaller
man's exposed balls. Jack winced and let out a deep moan.

"Those are quite tight boy, maybe we'll let you empty them out tonight,"
and then he roared a loud laugh.

"Thank you, Sir," Jack replied. Jack somehow felt good with this man
touching him, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he didn't mind it at
all. Then Ian came over and put a hand on Jack's balls.

"I told you he was a great boy, didn't I Jake?"

Suddenly Jake's face turned cloudy and he grabbed Ian's arm and pulled it
back sharply and then said menacingly "Keep your hands off the boy Ian,
he's not for you tonight."

Ian's face grew pale, "OK Jake, whatever you say."

Jack loved this, but at the same time he wondered what being 'Jake's boy'
for the evening would bring. A part of him found it exhilarating, he wanted
to be possessed by this man.

"Gentlemen, please!" Lisa stepped forward, "this is a Book Club, let's get
to the party."

The group nodded in assent and moved into Jake's expansive living room. The
apartment was near the top floor and a wall of windows looked out onto the
city as dusk was falling. A fire was blazing in the fireplace and
crudités, snacks and finger-foods were laid out around the room on
trays.

Jack noticed that Laney and Lois were already entwined together on a huge
couch at one end of the room, oblivious to everyone else. Jake went and sat
on a large leather armchair near the fire and motioned for Jack to sit on
the floor between his legs. Lisa took the chair next to Jake and reached
out to rub Jacks head reassuringly. Jack felt somehow protected and
comfortable even though he was the only one in the room who was naked and,
as far as he knew, wearing a cage.

Ian addressed the group.

"All right folks, let's get started. The book for this evening was Myra
Breckinridge, written by..." Ian paused and gestured towards Jack, who
piped in "Gore Vidal, Sir".

Ian continued, "So, the evening is going to go like this. We'll discuss the
book and then we'll see if Jack get's his cage off or not." Jake had put
his huge hands on Jack's shoulders and the young man could feel all the
eyes in the room staring at him.

"Hopefully not," Laney looked up and quipped and everyone laughed. Jack
turned red but felt Jake squeeze his shoulders reassuringly.

"Ok then, time for Jack to be sequestered." When Ian said that Jake reached
under Jack's arms and lifted him effortlessly to his feet. "Come with me
boy," Jake said and Jack followed him out of the room and down the
hall. Jake led him into what was clearly a playroom. Dark polished floor
and walls, various bondage equipment strewn about and mounted to the walls,
one covered floor to ceiling with mirrors. Near the door they entered was a
low wheeled cart with restraints mounted to it.

"Up you go, boy," Jake said nodding at the cart and Jack clambered up onto
it. At the front of the cart were a pair of handholds that Jack grabbed
onto. Jake then used velcro straps to secure his hands. At the back corners
were leather ankle cuffs attached to short chains and Jake secured those
effectively putting Jack into an extreme 'downward facing dog'
position. Jack's ass was in the air with his legs spread wide, his whole
body exposed.

Then Jake asked, "Did you watch the movie version of the book, boy?"

"No Sir, Lisa said I wasn't allowed to."

"Good boy, well, now you get to listen to the sound track."

Jake put a large pair of headphones on Jack and pressed a button and Jack
heard music as the movie sound track began to play. That was all he could
hear, then he felt Jake pushing the cart and they went back into the living
room. Jack saw that the rest of the group was drinking, eating and talking,
but he could not hear any of the conversation because of the headphones. He
decided to just relax and listen until he felt something pressing at his
bung hole. Jake was standing next to him, one hand on Jacks back and the
other fingering his ass. Jake shoved his finger in and Jack gasped. Then
Jake found his prostate and had Jack bucking like a bull on the bench. Then
he pulled his finger out and gave Jack a few heavy-handed swats to his ass
before moving around to let Jack clean his finger.

Jake paused, thought for a moment then roared, "Ian, get over here cunt!"

Ian had been talking with Lois and jumped up to see what Jake wanted.

"Open up," Jake commanded and Ian took Jakes finger in his mouth, sucking
it clean like a lollipop.

"Tasted like Jack, my favorite flavor," Ian laughed.

"That may be all the Jack you'll get tonight," Jake said and went towards
the buffet to get some food as everyone laughed.

Jack was pretty much oblivious to what was going on as the dialog had
started for the movie and he was trying to concentrate and see how the book
varied from it, if at all. He couldn't have been more than twenty minutes
into it when Jake pulled the headphones off. "It's showtime, boy!"

He noticed that Lisa wasn't in her chair and he thought she must have gone
to the bathroom.

"OK Jack, we have three questions for you, Ian said, "In order to get your
cage off, you need to get all three correct. Any wrong answers and Jake
will give you ten swats each with what I like to call 'The Whistler'."

Jack looked over at Jake who was brandishing the largest wooden paddle he
had ever seen and it was covered in holes. Suddenly Jake swung the weapon
and it made an eponymous whistling sound. Jack shuddered as Laney giggled
and he heard her say to Lois "I hope he screws up."

"Now then, first question: What are the main themes of Vidal's book 'Myra
Breckinridge'?"

Jack thought for a moment, it was an easy question, but he didn't want to
answer too quickly. Then he said "The major themes are feminism,
transsexuality, American expressions of machismo and patriarchy, and
deviant sexual practices."

"Very good, Jack," Ian praised, "you've been on Wikipedia."

Jack blushed because he had guessed that would be a question and Wiki
framed a good answer.

"OK then," Ian continued, "Why was the book initially dismissed as a
literary work by critics?"

That one is easy too, thought Jack, then he said, "They considered it
porn."

Ian beamed, "Now that was impressive--NOT!" Jacks mouth fell open as Jake
moved towards him.

"Wait, Sir!" Jack wailed as he looked desperately for backup from Lisa, who
was still missing, "I KNOW that was the right answer."

Ian laughed, "I didn't say it was the wrong answer, I just said I wasn't
impressed." Jack breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Jake lowering the
paddle to his side, laughing uproariously at Jack's discomfort.

"Now here's the question we've been waiting for: What does Myra do to Rusty
Godowski?"

Jack thought for a minute, Rusty was the aspiring actor Myra met in acting
school, but what did she do to him? He was at a loss and then he remembered
the missing pages from the book that Lisa had torn out. Damn, he thought!

Then he felt 'The Whistler' being rubbed in a circular motion on his
upturned ass.

"Well boy?" Jake said, "Time for an answer."

Then Jack thought about the end of the book, where Myra muses on the
'lesson' that she taught Rusty that turned him into a misogynist. It was
worth a shot since it was all he had.

"She taught him a lesson!" Jack blurted out.

"Hmmmm..." said Ian, "that wasn't quite the answer we were looking for,
could you be more specific?"

Now Jake was tapping the paddle lightly against Jack's butt while Laney and
Lois had leaned forward in their seats to see what was going to
happen. Jack looked desperately for Lisa, but she was still missing so
there would be no getting saved by her. Finally, thinking about the end of
the book, he said dejectedly, his eyes tightly shut hoping his Hail Mary
effort might save him with his wild-assed guess, "She fucked him!"

Jacks head dropped as he tightened his glutes and listened for the
whistle. Instead, he heard a soft, slow clapping.

"Bravo," he heard Lisa say from the hallway.

Then Jack's jaw dropped as he looked up to see his statuesque wife wearing
white boots, elbow length red gloves and a white cowboy hat along with a
scanty, one-piece swimsuit that looked like it was made from an American
flag. Her thick long hair cascaded down to her shoulders, spilling over
onto her ample bosom covered in blue with stars.

"You must be Jack," she said coyly, "I'm Myra."

As she walked sensuously towards him he saw that she was twirling her
necklace with his cage key on her finger like Mae West in 'I'm no Angel'.

Jack gulped, "Are you looking for this, gorgeous man?" she said, holding
the key in front of his face.

"Yes Ma'am!" he shouted as she handed the key to Jake. The huge top fumbled
with the tiny key in the lock on the cage while Jack stared adoringly at
his wife, the rest of the room transfixed by the tableau.

Jake pulled the cage off and Jack breathed a sigh of relief as his balls
popped free and his now raging hard-on sprung forward.

"I am going to fuck you Jack," Lisa said slowly.

"Yes Miss Myra, please do."

Lisa had strapped on a huge dildo and moved behind Jack. "In fact," she
continued, "I am going to fuck everybody."

As she pressed the end of the dildo into Jack's upturned crack, Lois and
Laney, their faces anticipating their turn, slipped off the couch to kneel
behind Lisa as if worshipping at the altar of Artemis.

Jake had moved in front of Jack and had dropped his jeans to reveal what
Jack had thought would be behind the huge bulge the man sported. His man
scent was almost overpowering and Jack could barely take the huge, erect
cock into his mouth, but he managed it and as Lisa plowed his butt he deep
throated Jake while the huge paws of the man wrapped around his head like a
helmet.

Lisa reached forward and grabbed Jack's balls as he came in huge spurts
splashing onto the cart. Jake came as well and Jack, in all the times he
had sucked Nathan, had never taken as much cum. Spent, Jake pulled out of
Jack at the same time as Lisa.

Jake turned towards Ian, who had been watching everything dispassionately
from his chair, sipping his wine. "Undo Jack you cunt," Jake ordered. Ian
sprang forward and undid the restraints and helped Jack off the cart. Then
he pointed to the gobs of Jack's cum and looked at Jake, "May I?" he asked.

"Oh, go ahead," Jake told him as he lifted Jack up like a young boy. Ian
crouched like a cat to lick up Jack's jizz as Jake sat back in his leather
chair holding Jack in his lap.

As Ian finished he started to get up, but heard Lisa say, "No Ian, drop
your pants." Then she plowed Ian as he furiously pumped his cock until he
too spurted out onto the cart.

"You can clean that too," he heard Jake say.

Now Lisa had turned to her lesbian friends who, in the heat of the orgy,
had undressed. She fucked each in turn as they spooned each other.

Now Lisa turned to Jake, who was giving an exhausted Jack a drink from his
beer like a baby with a bottle.

"OK Jake, your turn." Jake looked up at her and said, "Now Lisa, you know
that a top never lets anyone fuck them with a strap on, I have a better
idea." He handed his beer to Jack as he took the smaller man off his lap
and set him on the chair as he stood up. Once more Jake dropped his jeans
and his huge tool popped out.

"Come here woman," he ordered. "Oh Jake," Lisa smiled, "just like old
times!"

Lisa's Myra costume had snaps at the crotch and now she popped it off as
Jake grabbed her by the waist and laid her gently on a chair. He kneeled
before her, pulling her legs up over his massive shoulders, as he plunged
his cock into her hot wet pussy. "Ohhhh..." she said as he thrusted. They
pumped away until both exploded in orgasm. Now Jack was sitting forward in
his seat watching the whole thing while sipping on Jake's beer, not minding
at all that a man he had come to worship was cuckolding him. The huge man
finished and then turned to Jack, "Clean me up, boy" he ordered and Jack
sprang forward to clean his wife's juices off the massive cock. Ian looked
on jealously and after Jack finished, Lisa, spreading her legs, said to
him, "You know what to do."

"Yes Ma'am," Jack said as he pushed his face into her crotch to suck out
another helping of Jake's cum mixed with his wife's pussy juice. After he
had brought her to another orgasm she finally pushed his head away from her
snatch, now totally satisfied.

The party started breaking up, with Laney and Lois the first to leave.

"Do I have to put my cage back on, Mistress?" Jack asked Lisa as he
gathered his things.

"No, I think you can leave it off for now."

"Lisa," Jake asked, "Do you think we could put it on Ian?"

"Oh no, no, no..." Ian said and Jake cuffed him with the back of his
hand. Ian was still naked and cowered at the rebuke.

"Down, now!" Jake ordered. Ian fell to his knees, head bowed.

"It is custom fitted to Jack you know, might be a bit loose on Ian" Lisa
pointed out.

Then Jack said, "There are adjustments, Herr Engerschwanz showed me how to
do them."

"Thanks for being so helpful," Ian said ruefully.

"Shut up you! So how about it Lisa?" Jake asked.

"Sure, why not? Jack, put your cage on Ian."

Jack dropped his clothes on the couch and quickly fetched his cage from
where it had been left on the cart.

"Sir, it's best if you get on all fours." Ian gave Jack an angry look and
then complied and Jack fitted him with the cage, making a few adjustments
on the hidden screws as he tightened it down and then snapped the lock
shut. He found it very satisfying to lock Ian up and sat back on his
ankles, beaming at Jake. "All done, Sir."

"Good boy."

"What about the key, Mistress?"

"I think I'll just keep that, I can let Ian out next week at work if Jake
gives the OK," she replied as she put the necklace back on and Jack
fastened it from the back.

"NEXT WEEK?!" Ian screeched.

"If you like, we could wait until next Book Club," Lisa said cooly. Ian
sulked but didn't say anymore, his balls already throbbing from the cage,
which he thought Jack had purposefully tightened just to torture him.

"OK Ian, that's it, I have had it with you, where's 'The Whistler'?" Jake
said as he looked around the room.

"It's over here Sir," Jack said as he went to fetch the paddle from beside
the chair where Jake had left it. Ian gave Jack the most hateful stare
imaginable as Jack handed the paddle to Jake.

"You ARE a good boy," Jake said as he took the board from Jack and then
tussled his hair.

Ian didn't waste anytime leaving the room, running into the back somewhere.

"I'll deal with him later," Jake said ominously, then as Lisa and Jack
prepared to leave, he said, "Lisa, do you think I might borrow Jack some
time?"

Jack wasn't quite sure what to make of this, but he just couldn't help
being attracted to this huge man. He just felt safe and protected around
him. He stared at the paddle in Jake's hand.

"You want this, don't you boy? You want me to redden your ass with it."
Jack nodded slowly, he DID want Jake to discipline him, to set him
straight, to control him.

"Well," Lisa said with a sigh as she thought to herself about the weird
ways of men, "next month I'll be in Tokyo for a week, you could have Jack
then and get him ready for Book Club the night I get back."

"Perfect," Jake said as he tapped Jake's butt playfully with the paddle.

The End