“Take off your pants Nathan and sit in the chair. I’ve been telling Mr. Lansky about the benefits of locking up husbands and he wants to see it himself.”
“B-but…” I stammer. Mr. Lansky is Sir’s boss! I’ve been so goddamn horny all day; I spent an hour just playing with a dildo… if anyone touches my locked cock, I’m gonna start dripping everywhere. I’ve been in that office a million times dropping off lunch. Sir knows how I am when I’m super horny…oh god, I can’t show my face in that office again if Mr. Lansky sees me in that state. Sir looks displeased. My blood runs cold when I realize that if I infuriate him, he might just give me a spanking in front of Mr. Landry. That’d be even worse since spankings often trigger ruined orgasms.

I work my jaw a few times but can’t come up with a good response. I surrender and strip off my loose pants. I’m not allowed underwear. My cheeks feel hot as this is frankly humiliating. I sit but with my hands covering my cage, my gaze on the floor.
“Shy isn’t he?” Mr. Lansky chuckles.
“Nathan.” His tone makes me flinch, “Hands up. You’re embarrassing me in front of Mr. Lansky.”
I have a feeling I’m going to get a spanking later anyway. With a sigh of resignation I lift my hands up and hold onto the back of the chair. Sir pushes my legs apart so Mr. Lansky can get a full view of my locked cock.
“Wow…” he breathes. I try not to squirm under his gaze, “What a marvelous job you did here, Mr. Anderson. A good shave job, and he fits so perfectly in that cage.”
“Go ahead, touch it.”
I whimper.
“Shush Nathan. Don’t make me get your gag.”
Mr. Lansky reaches out to cup my very full balls and I can’t help but moan involuntarily. I’ve been locked up for 70 days by this point and every touch makes my cock swell in its plastic prison. I’m horrified by how much I hope Mr. Lansky will fuck me although I don’t find him physically attractive at all. 
“His balls are such a lovely shape…taut and inflated like a little balloon. When was the last time he came?” Mr. Lasky’s rough fingerpads roam over my sensitive flesh.

Sir laughs, “Oh he’s not allowed to cum. That’s the joy of it! The cage prevents erections and orgasms, so my husband is constantly aroused. When Nathan and I began dating, our sex schedules never lined up which was frustrating for both of us. Nathan naturally submits to me though, so it was best to just lock his cock up and stop giving him access to it. Whe went from having sex once or twice a month, to now he’s so desperate for a fucking that he begs me for it.”

Mr. Lansky is still caressing me. My eyes flutter and I roll my hips into his hands. He sneers at me in my unraveling state, “Very horny. Doesn’t the spunk get built up though?”
Sir rubs his thumb over my lower lip, “He drips mostly, which is really lovely. Once in a while I’ll milk him with e-stim because his muscles will release his seed without giving him an orgasm. By the time he’s cum, he’s so incredibly horny that he tries to climb into my lap to ride my cock. He never used to like anal so much but he’s accepted it’s how he gets any pleasure.”
I realize my cock started to drip long threads of pre-cum during Sir’s explanation. I look at Sir who is smirking at me. “See? He’s my little slut now. Any touch at all just makes him leak.”
“That’s all it takes?” Mr. Lansky asks, still stroking. My cock is trying so hard to swell up that my foreskin has pushed out of the tip out of the slit and he’s been tickling it with his fingers. Oh god, it feels fantastic, pushing me right to the brink–!
My head is buzzing, only focused on one thing although some part of me is ready to cry with shame. “Please don’t stop …” I hear myself say, “I need to cum oh god I need to cum…” I whimper, bucking my hips forward.

Sir takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to Mr. Lansky to clean me up. “No, boy. I’ll fuck you later tonight.”
“Please …please now…” I pant.
Mr. Lansky speaks up, “I’d like to see that.”

Sir thinks about it. “Later. After dinner. Here, Mr. Lansky, I’ll show you the set-up we use when we eat out.” Sir’s boss finishes wiping me up then stands up and joins Sir over at the kitchen table. I can hear them talking as if I’m not right there. “See, I insert this plug up his ass and put it on a low setting…and he’s going to drip a lot though, so it’s best to put a pad into this pair of underwear to absorb it all. Oh and this…”
“What is that?”
“This goes around his balls, and it’s rather devious. It provides the tiniest of shocks to make it feel like someone is squeezing his nuts.”
“Does that hurt him?” Sir’s boss inquiries.
Since their backs are turned, I can’t help but turn my attention to my frustrated cock. I rub the base of it with my fingers and pull on the plastic sleeve to get just the smallest amount of friction.
“No, it feels really good. By dessert his panties should be soaked. When we get home, I’ll show you how eager he is in bed. By the time you get home tonight, you’re going to want to lock up your boytoy too.”
Mr. Lansky sighs, “Oh I already do. This is marvelous. …Hey what is Nathan doing over there?”
“What?” Sir Anderson turns his attention to me, “NATHAN! No. Stop touching it. Come here, let’s get you settled so we can put your pants on.”

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(ed note – any idea who the boy is in this photo?)