“What do you want?” he asked, defeated.
The ex leaned in close, his breath hot on Ken’s ear. “I want to watch you jerk off while I fuck your wife.”
Ken felt a surge of jealousy and humiliation, but he felt he had no choice. He nodded reluctantly, and the ex released his hands and gave him the key.
Ken’s hand moved up and down his hard shaft as he climbed on the bed next to Leah and watched her being taken by Mark. She moaned and gasped as Mark pounded into her, her eyes locked onto Ken’s. Ken felt a mix of jealousy and arousal as he watched them, his own cock throbbing in his hand.
He moved closer and stroked his cock faster, his eyes gazing into Leah’s as Mark continued to fuck her energetically.
Leah watched Ken intently, her hand moving between her legs as she moaned in pleasure. Leah reached towards Ken, her hand taking over where his left off. Ken’s body tensed as he approached his own climax, his eyes locked onto Leah’s in fear and frustration as she withdrew her hand and his ruined load dribbled in pathetic surges on to his hairless groin.
Leah looked at Mark with a wicked grin. “Your turn,” she said, before turning her attention back to Ken and urging him to clean up and lock himself back into his cock cage.
As Ken returned, his mind was consumed with the intense eroticism of the situation. His cock was hard as a rock, straining against the confines of the cage.
Leah noticed Ken’s arousal and grinned wickedly, enjoying the power she held over him. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, “You can look if you want, but remember, you’re not allowed to touch.”
Ken nodded obediently, feeling a mixture of desire and frustration.
As Leah and Mark continued to fuck, Ken watched with intense fascination. Mark’s muscular body was a stark contrast to Leah’s curves, and their movements were synchronized with a primal intensity.
Ken couldn’t resist the temptation to stroke his caged cock, eliciting a low growl from Leah as she slapped his hand. “I told you not to touch,” she scolded, but her voice was tinged with pleasure.
Mark took notice of the scene and suggested, “Why don’t you take off the cage and give him a chance to jerk off again while I fuck you?”
Leah grinned and nodded, taking the key from around her neck and unlocking Ken’s cage. Ken’s cock sprang free, and he eagerly began to stroke himself.
Mark resumed fucking Leah, and Ken’s eyes were glued to the erotic spectacle before him. He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he was close.
As he reached the edge, Leah pulled him up to her face and whispered, “Come for me, baby.”
Ken exploded in ecstasy, shooting his hot cum all over Leah’s face and into her open mouth. As he came down from his high, he felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him.
Leah grinned wickedly and handed the key to Mark once again, locking Ken back up. “Thanks for the show, baby,” she said, “but now it’s time for you to be a good boy and clean us up.”
* * *
Leah and Ken cuddled in bed together, their bodies glistening with sweat and sexual fluids. Ken looked over at Leah and noticed a glimmer of concern in her eyes. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.
Leah took a deep breath before answering. “Mark took the key to your cage,” she said, teasing him. “He said he wants to have some fun with us next week.”
Ken’s heart sunk at the thought of being locked up for an extended period of time. He loved serving Leah and Mark, but the idea of being denied sexual release for days on end was almost too much to bear.
Leah noticed the worry etched on Ken’s face and leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips. “Don’t worry, my love,” she said soothingly. “We’ll make it through this together.”
Over the next few days, Leah kept Ken on edge, teasing him with glimpses of her body and tantalizing suggestions of what they had in store for him. Ken’s arousal built to a fever pitch, and he found himself constantly straining against the confines of his cage.
Finally, the day arrived for a night of debauchery. Ken entered the bedroom, where Leah was already on her knees, eagerly sucking Mark’s cock.
Ken watched in rapt fascination as Mark thrusted into Leah’s mouth, her eyes locked onto his with an intense, lustful gaze. He could feel his own cock straining against the metal cage, desperate for release.
Suddenly, Leah pulled away from Mark’s cock as it spayed cum on her face and mouth. She turned her attention to Ken as she climbed on to the bed. “Get over here and clean me up, cuckold,” she ordered, a wicked grin on her face.
Ken obeyed, crawling over to Leah’s prone body and eagerly licking up the traces of Mark’s cum that clung to her skin. As he worked, Mark stepped behind him and began to tease his ass with a finger.
Ken moaned in pleasure, his body writhing under the dual sensations of pleasure and frustration. He longed to be free of his cage and to fuck Leah with all his passion, but he knew that he must wait for Mark’s permission.
Leah watched Ken with a mixture of amusement and desire, relishing the power she held over him. She loved the way he obeyed her every command, and the way he eagerly served her and her lovers.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of teasing and denial, Mark produced the key, roughly took Ken’s caged member and large purplish balls his large left hand and unlocked his cage. Ken gasped in relief as his cock sprung free, hard and throbbing with need.
Leah wasted no time in straddling Ken’s hips, her pussy wet and ready for him. She sunk down onto his cock with a low moan of pleasure, her eyes locked onto his with a fierce intensity.
Ken thrusted up into Leah with all his might, his body wracked with the pleasure of finally being able to fuck her. Mark watched with a smirk, enjoying the sight of his cuckolded friend finally getting what he’s been craving.
* * *
Ken remained locked in the cock cage, and Mark kept the key, leaving him completely at Leah’s mercy. Leah reveled in the power dynamic of the situation, taking pleasure in teasing and denying Ken’s desperate pleas for release.
One evening, Leah decided to explore Ken’s prostate gland. She had read about it online and was curious to see how it would affect Ken. With a fresh pair of gloves and some lubricant, she gently inserted her finger into his anus, carefully searching for the small gland.
As she massaged the gland, Ken moaned in pleasure, his hips bucking against the restraints that held him in place. Leah continued the stimulation until Ken was on the verge of orgasm, then stopped, leaving him frustrated and desperate for release.
Over time, Leah became an expert in prostate massage, using it to torture Ken with pleasure and denial. She delighted in watching him squirm and beg for release, but always held back, keeping him locked up and under her control.
Days turned into weeks. Ken was kept locked up by Leah, who had become quite skilled at teasing and edging him. She loved to watch him squirm and beg for release, but always denied him.
Leah had also been exploring new ways to stimulate Ken’s prostate gland, using toys and her fingers to bring him to the brink of orgasm without ever unlocking him. She’d become an expert at milking him dry, leaving him drained and frustrated.
Ken’s desire for release became all-consuming. He dreamt of nothing but the feel of Leah’s body against his and the sensation of her mouth on his cock. He begged her for release, but she always denied him, telling him that he must learn to endure the frustration and surrender to her control.
One night, Mark returned to the house with the key to Ken’s cock cage. Leah had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, excited to finally unlock her submissive husband after his prolonged chastity. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her again and feel his hot, throbbing cock deep inside her.
As soon as Mark walked through the door, Leah pounced on him, kissing him passionately and groping his body. Mark returned her kisses, his hands roaming over her curves and pulling her close.
“Where’s Ken?” Mark asked between kisses.
“He’s in the bedroom, all locked up and ready for us,” Leah replied with a grin.
Mark grinned back and led Leah to the bedroom, where Ken was waiting obediently on the bed. His cock was straining against the metal cage, desperate for release. Mark pulled out the key and approached Ken, who eagerly lifted his hips in anticipation.
But instead of unlocking Ken, Mark taunted him, teasing the key in front of his face.
“Not so fast, little cuck,” Mark said with a smirk. “First, I want to watch you suffer a bit.” Ken’s eyes widened in excitement and fear, knowing that Mark loved to make him squirm.
Leah climbed onto the bed and straddled Ken’s face, grinding her wet pussy against his eager tongue. As she moaned and writhed in pleasure, Mark began to stroke his cock, watching the erotic scene unfold before him. Ken’s own cock throbbed painfully against the metal cage, his balls aching with need.
Leah’s moans grew louder as she neared orgasm, and Ken redoubled his efforts, eager to please his wife. Mark’s strokes quickened as he watched the erotic display, his own climax building.
Finally, Leah screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure. Ken lapped up every drop of her sweet juices, desperate for a taste of release.
Leah looked on with excitement, wondering what her ex has in store for her submissive husband. Mark told Ken to get on his knees, and Ken complied immediately, eager to please his wife’s ex-lover.
Mark grabbed his hard cock, presenting it to Ken’s face. Ken looked up at Mark, waiting for instructions. Mark ordered him to take it in his mouth, and Ken hesitated for a moment before obeying.
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