All characters 18 and consenting. Please read parts 1-4 for context. Happy reading xx

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The girls, or Goddesses as he now referred to them, hadn’t contacted him in three days, even Goddess Carly who was Simon’s roommate in their share house had spoken to him scarce little.

All he was told, when he was awoken and his shackles were undone as Carly removed him from her ball-boxing table was to wait to receive further instruction.

He had assumed that the contact would be a bit more on the nose, overt even. He sat on the edge of his bed dreading another gruelling day of work. As the days rolled on he noticed his manhood no longer rose as hard and as firm as it once did in the mornings.

Before his caging he was thick and firm as the sun broke through his windows, recently he had woken up to a semi hard, barely chubbed member, the precum sticky and smelly.

Most recently, he woke up to no erection at all, only remnants of a wet dream he couldn’t remember and an orgasm he didn’t feel. It did nothing to sate his horny brain or lessen the sexual anticipation that lingered inside his big blue balls.

He studied his locked cock, how pitiful and small it looked inside the 1-inch cage, soon, he feared, a purely flat cage would be on the horizon. His days of even having a visible cock felt as though they were numbered.

Looking now from his imprisoned shaft to his balls he studied the damage now that a few days had gone past.

His left nut had swollen and stayed the size of a miniature mandarin, while the other appeared regularly sized, although the shape a little warped.

His ball skin had lost the reddish glow it had once had and now was replaced with black and blue spots across the sack. Purple bruising highlighted the darker spots, areas which Simon feared may need medical attention.

Running the lightest finger across the skin sent a powerful jolt of euphoria through his body. The mere touch enough to ignite him and set his world aflame with taboo thoughts and depraved desires to have even more happen to him. He longed to have the courage to step out the door and go find Goddess Carly and beg…plead…fall on his knees and submit to whatever she desired.

But alas, he knew his orders, his Goddesses were quite clear and he had only experienced happy Goddesses, he was utterly terrified of the pain they would inflict had he genuinely upset them.

Clutching his aching nuts he felt goosebumps rise over his body, his dick stiffening as he realised he only had both balls still by the grace of his Goddesses.

At the same time he heard his phone vibrate on his bedside table, the phone partly rotating as the screen illuminated with a single message, a message from Amanda that simply read;

“Time to play.”

Simon pulled up in his beat up car out the front of Amanda’s house. Unlike Goddess Carly and he, Amanda was much better off financially and could afford a rather luxurious home, the sight of it filled Simon with a deep jealousy, the frustration already building.

As he walked up to the door, he outstretched a weak arm to rap the door with his knuckles, before they could connect with the large wooden door it swung open with Amanda standing on the other side.

Dressed in a very aesthetic, complex and completely sexy set of ruby red lingerie Amanda held the door open, fish net stockings gripping her thick luscious legs, her feet snuggly fitted into two gorgeous red bottomed heels.

Her voluptuous breasts and thick build had Simon’s needy cock dripping, causing a light stain on his pants, his mouth quickly following suit.

Amanda snapped a hand in front of him, forcing him to focus and break away from ogling her for one moment. She swept her dual coloured hair to one side, the green and black rolling atop one another in a beautiful dance.

Quietly she led him inside and into a large room just beyond the living room. It appeared to be her bedroom, a master bedroom, fit with a king sized bed and an accent window, a chair in the corner and beautiful royal purple drapes. The colour eerily similar to the shade his balls were turning.

At the base of her bed was a cushioned chair which had two hand holds at the front and thick metal beam which went to the floor, the beam adorned with wheels. It appeared as though this was a custom made chair of shorts.

Still silent, Amanda led Simon up toward the chair helping him onto it. Like Goddess Carly had done days before, he was told to lay horizontal, his arms clipped into restraints as he was wheeled close to the bed.

“I don’t know what Carly told you but I’m not the mean one. That’s Jackie. I do enjoy a little physical infliction of pain yes but I prefer to describe my style as long lasting.” Amanda said, finally breaking the silence, rolling the lounger closer to the bed.

Climbing atop it she spun around to face the immobilised Simon who was practically hovering just out of reach. Spreading her legs in his direction she adjusted the pillows to give her a bit of lumbar support.

Casually caressing herself she watched as Simon squirmed at the site, so horny but unable to move. Slowly and methodically she traced and squeezed her body, grabbing at her big boobs, lovely stomach and incredible thighs. She played with her hair and moaned ever so softly before running a deliberate hand down, snagging her lingerie g string with an acrylic nail.

Gently and painfully slowly she pulled the thin piece of fabric to the side revealing her gorgeous, perfectly puffy pussy, Simon practically a puddle of precum on the horizontal chair. Smiling, Amanda spoke;

“I like to have my slaves watch, to break them mentally, it’s so much more…erotic, than regular domination. To leave them questioning themselves and longing for release is just —“ she paused now lightly rubbing her pussy, the circular motions hypnotising.

“Pure bliss.”

She rubbed faster now, her moans raising slightly higher in tone as she rubbed with one hand. As the speed increased, Simon watched, trying to jerk himself forward to get another glorious inch closer.

He was just far enough away he couldn’t touch or smell, he could only see. Helplessly he watched as Amanda grinned at him, stopping her rub momentarily to spread her pussy lips and show herself to him fully, the sight causing Simon to spasm wildly in the restraints, desperately trying to free himself or get any form of friction on his dick.

The cage hurt his cock which pressed up against it firmly, his balls felt like they’d explode a heaping of cum if she continued.

As if his head was affixed in this position he continued to stare forward, jostling lightly in the seat, humping it where possible to gain a slight pleasure. Alas the seat was too short and barely wide enough to hold him, it dug into his pudgy stomach, it barely fondling him.

Amanda continued to rub herself all the while, now slipping in a finger or two with her other hand, her index coated liberally with her juices.

Salivating and panting like a dog, Simon begged for it, poking his tongue out toward her. To his surprise, Amanda stopped and pulled her wet, sloppy finger out, raising it just out of reach of his mouth.

“Smell it.” She barked holding his mouth shut with one hand and pushing the finger beneath his nose with the other.

Breathing deeply he smelt her fine, almost intoxicating sexual aromas, the twangs and notes a blissful escape from his unending blue balls. Now on the edge of the bed she finger fucked herself fast and hard, the moans almost screams, aimed directly at Simon who had no choice but to watch.

He couldn’t cum and couldn’t enjoy the heavenly sight as Amanda pounded her angelic pussy with her feminine hand. Occasionally she took her hand out and slapped Simon hard across the face with her pussy juice soaked hand, Simon lapping up what he could from his cheek like a feral mutt.

“You like that? You want a taste? You wanna please Goddess?” Amanda teased, her voice airy and sensual.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon pleaded.

“You’ll be my good boy? You’ll do whatever makes Mommy happy?” Amanda replied, ever so out of breath.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon affirmed.

“Call me Mommy.” Amanda ordered.

“Yes Mommy.” He answered softly.

With a giggle, Amanda ceased the finger fuck and pushed herself up the bed as the sound of her bedroom door opening sent a cold chill down Simon’s spine. Unable to turn around he felt a mighty large and muscular hand slap against the small of his back, another began squeezing his pale ass cheeks.

Frozen in fear he looked to Amanda who smiled and winked as the unnamed, well endowed man walked into view.

“Keep your eyes on Mommy.”

The scene was beyond cuckoldry. Normally the cuck knew the man, knew the woman and was often times allowed to touch or caress her. But now, strung up and forced to view, Simon sat immobile as Amanda lay sprawled out in front of him.

Pounding her senseless a large black man rammed his meaty cock into her tight pussy, her moans of decadence almost bloodcurdling to Simon now.

It was so emasculating. To sit like a chump, a pale weak beta, as Goddess was pleasured beyond compare in front of you. Simon whimpered but, lacking a spine of worth, he kept his gaze toward the action, seeing the man flip Amanda into the prone-bone position, ripping her fishnets as he did, sliding deeper and deeper into her pleasure cove, his cock fully disappearing before Simon’s very eyes.

“Ooh yeah just like that baby. Hey cucky are you watching? You see how a real man, with a real set of balls lives?” Amanda called out in between moans, her hand reaching between her now elevated legs and fondling the massive, low hanging family jewels of the unnamed man.

Even prior to the cage, the cock inside Amanda currently was at least double Simon’s full length, his girth no where comparable. He watched with morbid fascination as Amanda began to speak again;

“I like my little cucky’s to watch, knowing they’re wishing they could have a taste, knowing how defeated and worthless they feel…UGH FUCK…it’s SO good.” Amanda said as the pounding continued, the man slapping her ass, the position now doggy style, her pussy dripping all over his fat and thick cock.

“Some of my cucky’s get rewards. If they’re helpful. Will you be helpful cucky?” Amanda asked between deep, passionate moans.

“Yes Mommy.” Simon said, unable to hide his defeated and emasculated tone. If his balls and dick could still work, it was evident he wouldn’t and hadn’t ever pleasured a woman like the man was doing. Simon felt worthless. Surely there was something he could do to impress Goddess Amanda.

“Oh fuck right there, don’t stop don’t stop.” Amanda cried out, the sex taking a new depraved twist as the man sped up to ludicrous speeds, demolishing her cunt and filling it quickly with a huge thick, sticky surprise. Pulling out slowly, as to not pull the nut with him, the man successfully removed himself and walked behind the station Simon found himself attached to.

Suddenly Simon felt a sudden drop down in height, a noisy cranking heard behind him as he was lowered down a few important inches. Now his face could touch the bed. The unnamed man rolled the seat deeper into the bed frame, Simon able to smell the man’s powerful cum musk from here.

Amanda flipped from all fours to her back, her eyes locked onto Simon’s. Slowly and delicately she moved down the bed, Cunt first toward Simon, the stench of the man’s conquest filling his nostrils. Now only millimetres away, Simon could feel the hotness radiating off her warm pussy, the semen and juice soaked pussy a tongue length away.

He wanted a taste but not like this. This was beyond humiliating it was downright demoralising. He was straight and yet he felt the desire overcome him. He held back for as long as he could until Amanda gave him permission;

“Lap it up you little bitch.”

Wasting no time, Simon dug in like a thirsty dog, licking and lapping up the powerful’s mans load mixed with Amanda’s euphoric pussy juice; her wetness beyond description whilst the man’s cum was awful, completely sour and overly salty. It was thick, the consistency enough to bring Simon to tears.

Yet, he preserved, hoping desperately he’d get a mouthful soon that would be pussy only. How he longed to bring her to orgasm. Maybe then, maybe just maybe, she’d unlock him and take pity on him.

Give him a chance to prove himself. However, just like the idea of a cum-free pussy licking, that too was a pipe dream, because as soon as Simon found his bearings and had cleaned all the man’s awful seed from her delicious Cunt Amanda pulled away, laughing all the while.

Simon felt like he would be sick as the man wheeled his station toward the centre of the room. Simon watched Amanda redress herself slightly and stand from the bed, her face flush with happiness. She picked up her phone and the familiar haptic sounds rang in his ears.

When would his torment and teasing end? Had Amanda told the other two Goddesses about his recent cum meal? Would he be subjected to cum eating more? Strangely Simon welcomed the fact if and only if it meant a taste, a lick, a smell of the other Goddesses’ pussies.

“You know—“Amanda began, walking behind the still confined Simon, now out of reach. “My Bull, he has an uncanny power of a super short refractory period, he’s able to go again in minutes. But his massive, fat cock leaves me sore for days. So naturally I have to think of other holes he can fill…” Amanda said rounding back into view of Simon, now wearing a flesh coloured strap on, the dildo around 9” in length.

“Your holes will do.” Amanda said, smacking Simon in the side of the head with her strap on before forcing it inside his shocked mouth. Thrusting hard, Simon did his best to move and bob his head in rhythm with Amanda, so to allow for more seamless stroking. He coughed and spluttered, saliva and spit falling all over her bedroom floor as she pushed it deeper into his mouth.

Simon began to cry again, the emasculation continuing, all the while the unnamed man rubbed and fondled his ass. Simon closed his eyes as the strap on continued its assault in his mouth, focusing on the feeling of the man rubbing handfuls of lubricant on and around his delicate, virgin asshole.

Worriedly Simon shook in his confines with fear, feeling the massive meaty hand against the small of his back yet again, this time accompanied by a voice;

“Don’t worry this only hurts the first time.”

Simon cried out loudly, his pleas muffled by the sounds of gurgling on Goddess Amanda’s strap on. He curled his toes and tightened his hands as he felt the immense force of the unnamed stranger enter his tight asshole for the first time, stretching it into a gaping maw.

The pair were off and out of sync but before long the strokes came to be in unison both sliding in and out of their new fucktoy with a depraved synchronisation.

Although Simon’s balls were intact and his cock was still caged. Although no physical harm had become him the session had not yet caused him to pass out he felt as though he wished it had.

He wished to trade the emasculating, humiliating, ego-destroying play he was currently participating in with the brutal Ballbusting, at least it was a pain he knew and could bare.

As the strokes kept coming, his dick cumming unfeeling, no-pleasure loads from the prostate stimulation Simon began to disassociate as the fake and real cock rammed down his holes nearly meeting in the middle.

What a sick puppy he was. Emotional sadism is just as if not worse than physical sadism Simon thought as he felt the real cock in his ass harden. As he felt the dick stiffened a manly load about to be pumped into his bitch-boy asshole, he knew it was imminent.

The days of his ego and his manly stature were destroyed as the load shot down his asshole. Crying and quaking, writhing and sobbing Simon felt distraught and yet equally fulfilled.

He had proven his dedication to Mommy. As she pulled the strap on from his mouth he gaped in a breath of air. As the stale oxygen entered his lungs he thought peacefully that it may be over but just as quickly his heart began to race at the premise that his new life and by extension, his sexual torture, had only just begun…

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