As Bella finally went limp, overwhelmed and exhausted by the number of times she'd cum she was dimly aware of hot cum flooding into her ass and down her throat but that was all.

Stephan saw his cock sleeve was unconscious and simply said "Out" to his team.

Within moments it was just him and his property. He gently picked her up and, as cum ran from her well-used holes he carried her into his bathroom. She didn’t even stir as he used the hand-held shower attachment to rinse her off. Wrapping her cleanish body in a large white fluffy towel he carried her back to the bed. He covered her up, smoothed her hair back, kissed her forehead and left her.... but not before locking a wide metal collar around her soft throat.

It was time to deal with her husband.

Brett had shrugged off the attention once he noticed his lovely wife wasn't nearby. Unable to see her he checked around the room before asking one of the women to go and check the Ladies. He'd then checked outside in case she'd gone for some fresh air but still nothing. Starting to worry he asked several people if they'd seen her but didn't have any luck until a man in a dark suit said she'd gone into one of the rooms. That wasn't a huge help as there were many to choose from but luckily the stranger offered to show him where she'd gone.

He was so concerned about Bella he didn't notice men behind him until he was shoved into a room. Stumbling, he began to turn but a fist to the kidneys had him crumpling to the floor instead, then a kick to the head caused everything to go black

A bucket of ice cold water rapidly brought him around, spluttering and gasping, as he tried to gather his thoughts. He couldn't comprehend anything for a few seconds then he realised he was not only lying down but naked! Brett lurched, trying to stand, but the chain around his neck allowed little movement. WTF was going on? Had his drink been spiked? Who were these men? What did they want? Why was he naked and chained? He didn't know what to ask first but it really didn't matter.

Stephan looked down at the wet man on the floor and kicked him to get his attention. Once he was certain Brett was focused on him he started to smile. This wasn't a friendly smile but one that shot fear thru Brett. Hearing this man casually state he'd better be a good puppy left him perplexed, but not for long. The other men took off their jackets, revealing holstered guns.

What the fuck had he stumbled into? This was unreal! It was an unfunny prank. It had to be. It couldn't real. People didn't behave like this... All these thoughts and more ran through his mind in quick succession. He felt his cock twitch and glanced down, only then realising he was locked in a chastity cage, a pretty gold one that shone brightly in the electric light. His cock twitched again and it hurt. He cringed, noticing the spikes inside the cage and the tube into his urethra. This was unreal but at the same time his cock wanted to respond. How? Why?

A foot rolled him onto his belly then a pull on the chain round his neck had him arching his back. He felt somebody spread his butt cheeks then he roared in pain as something was shoved in his ass. He didn't know it was no thicker than his finger. It felt enormous. The men laughed as, over and over, it was pulled out most of the way then shoving back in. Brett continued to scream but a minute later he was howling in agony. Another plug, thicker and longer, had taken the place of the first. It was still smaller than a cock but he couldn't see his future.

Brett didn't know anything, his thoughts being full of Bella and how to escape these depraved freaks and rescue her. He was certain she must be terrified and he could only pray they hadn't touched her beautiful, luscious body.

He didn't even realise his howls and screams has turned to whimpers till a voice called him a good puppy. For some inexplicable reason his cock twitched again.

The fullness felt strange and he couldn't admit, even to himself, that he actually liked it. Would they let him go now? Had they had their sick fun? Was Bella in their hands? Brett had to know. As if reading his mind the big man gestured. Was he supposed to crawl like a dog with this monstrosity stretching his ass? Apparently the answer was yes as one of them grabbed his chain and started to tug.

Brett did crawl, much to their amusement. The carpet burned his knees as he tried to move faster, to ease the pressure on his throat. He kept his eyes on the ground, afraid to see what would happen next. A burning pain across his cheeks then a second, third and fourth. They were whipping him. This was monstrous. When would this end? He needed to get Bella and call the police. To report these deviants had chained and plugged him. To... His thoughts stuttered to a halt. NO!! He only needed to find Bella and escape. He couldn't tell anyone about this, how it made him feel. A lash between his legs brought him back to the moment as he howled like a dog as the burning agony that was his balls became his entire focus. He obediently crawled quicker.

Stephan couldn't believe this puppy had ever touched his Bella. He was a natural bitch, not a man.

Brett didn't know where he was, what was happening as he crawled into the cage. Following instructions, he positioned himself, hands and knees on the red marks on the cages floor. Metal screeched as the walls moved inwards. It would crush him. Kill him... His thoughts abruptly ceased as the walls stopped, keeping him immobile but not crushed. He had no choice but to stay on all fours, a caged animal awaiting its future.

A bowl of water was placed on the floor in front of him. It took a moment to realise lapping it up was the only option. His tongue muscles were aching by the time he'd emptied the bowl. The words "Good puppy" again gave him comfort for some reason.

The men turned and left although Stephan remained, staring at this pup who'd dared to not only fuck his property but MARRY her!! He'd regret his actions for as long as he could think. He walked out.

Even caged like an animal Brett managed to doze, only to woken by his bladder begging to be emptied. It wasn't till he tried to piss he understood the function of the catheter plug. Whimpering and wriggling made no difference and he cursed himself for drinking the water

The light switched on, jerking Brett wide awake. He heard "Does puppy need to do his business?" and whimpered, nodding his head. A hand reached for his caged cock and did something. Immediately his piss started to flow, coating his legs and the man's hand. He knew he'd done wrong. The man yanked on Brett's chain, forcing his head up, to lap his hands clean.

The man grunted then went out of sight. In a split second the plug was jerked from his ass and a hard cock forced in. Brett couldn't move away from the pain but it didn't hurt as badly as expected. In fact there was one place the cock reached that actually felt good. No, it felt great. He whimpered and pushed back against the bars, urging the cock deeper. As his own cock tried to expand the spikes were excruciating but he couldn't control his cock. The pain increased the pleasure from his fucking, overriding all else. One more deep thrust and his ass clutched at the cock, milking the last of the cum from it. It wasn't enough. He wanted more.