“Oh my God, every month has some sort of theme these days! As if Movember and Veganuary weren’t enough, now they’ve come up with Locktober.” Sarah was reading aloud from the paper.

“Locktober, what the fuck is that about? A special month for people in prison?” I was intrigued.

“No, it says here that it’s a month where husbands show their devotion to their wives via a month’s abstinence.”

“So what, the beer fridge is locked all month?”

She chuckled at my little joke. “No, Paul, your little willy gets locked away.”

I looked up at her, expecting a wink or a giggle, but her eyes were cool and her gaze rock steady.

“Your, as in my, you mean?”

“I do.”

“I don’t think so, babe.”

“What don’t you think? You don’t think you love me? You don’t think you want to show your devotion?”

“No. Come on, babe, you know I adore you…It’s just… Well, what does it mean anyway? How can my cock be locked away? Y-fronts with a secret combination?”

“With one of these,” and she produced a tiny steel cage, no more than 1” long, with a golden padlock on top.

“What the fuck is that?”

“It’s for you. For Locktober.”

“Have you been planning this?”

Ignoring my question, she patted the cushion beside her on the sofa. “Come over here.”

Meekly, inevitably, I obeyed.

Now that I saw it more closely, I noticed that as well as the steel sheath and the padlock, there was a ring underneath of perhaps 1.5” diameter.

“Sarah, what is it?”

“Take off your trousers and boxers, and I’ll show you.” I was rooted to the spot, frozen with a mix of fear and fascination.

“Paul! Don’t keep me waiting!”

I did as she asked. I felt a certain trepidation and this seemed to have the unwelcome effect of making my penis shrink, as if it too were scared of its imminent captivity.

“Oh my God, I think I need to get my tweezers! Your thing seems to get even tinier every day. Lucky I got the smallest size they do: micro.”

“Babe, it’s not tiny; don’t say that, please? It’s on the small side maybe, but not tiny.”

“Shut up now and let’s get you fitted.” Sarah pulled my balls through the steel ring and then pushed it up tight against my body. Then she quickly poked my shrunken penis into the tiny cage before clipping them both together. A click of the padlock and my imprisonment was complete.

“There. Happy Locktober, Paul. You are now in chastity for the entire month.”

The key was on a chain, and she wore it as a necklace. She looked up at me, her expression victorious.

The feeling was incredible. The entirety of my masculinity tightly constrained and constricted behind the prison bars.

Sarah started to provocatively strip off. First her T-shirt over her head to reveal her perfect tits in a lilac push-up bra, and then her joggers dropped, and she wore matching lilac micro panties. She stepped into some high heels and came close to me for a deep, passionate kiss! Her hand reached down to stroke my balls, a finger reaching underneath to tease my perineum.

I felt the sudden rush of blood into my groin, powerful pumps that would normally have made my cock rise up erect and vertical to its full four inches, but now it was forced to throb helplessly in its tiny cell, imprisoned and frustrated.

“How does it feel, baby boy?” She had a wicked tone in her voice.

“Tight! Swollen! Please take it off, babe; I want to fuck you!”

“No, Paul! No! Didn’t you hear me? Abstinence and chastity for the whole month. To show your devotion!”

“But how are you going to survive a whole month without sex?”

“I’m not. You are.”

I was baffled. “But how can we have sex with my cock locked away?”

By way of an answer, she led me by the hand into our bedroom. With her back to me she slowly wriggled out of the little panties and got onto the bed on her back with her legs splayed out in a brazen display of her bare young pussy. I suddenly understood what she meant.

Devotion and service… I knelt between her thighs, looked up to see her smiling, then lovingly kissed her glistening labia. My tongue gently entered her inner lips and circled her tight little entrance.She was molten, so hot and so wet. Her hand came down to stroke my head. “Such a good boy.”

I’d never known her so wet. My torment was her delight, and after a few moments I felt her body start to twitch and jolt.

Although I’d made her cum like this a hundred times, this one seemed different. Her contractions were violent in their intensity, her normal soft moans replaced by banshee wails, and when the orgasm finally exploded, she soaked me in squirted juices in a way that she’d never done before.

When I was sure her ecstasy had completely subsided, I crawled up into her arms.

“Mmmmm, such a massive orgasm, thank you, baby. Don’t you feel good too?”

I did. Very good. With my penis locked away, taken out of the equation, my entire focus was on pleasing her. Sarah was my queen, my goddess, and nothing came close to the ecstasy I felt in my heart when I brought her to the peak of pleasure with my tongue.

“Yes, babe, thank you. I’m going to try to be a good boy all month.” She kissed my forehead, cradled me in her arm, and we fell asleep, both satisfied in our different ways.

Sarah slowly ramped up the intensity over the next couple of weeks, increasing the pressure in my mind and in my balls. She’d always loved to show off her nubile young body, but now she had be come a brazen exhibitionist; micro mini skirts teamed with g string panties and tiny little crop tops with her firm breasts jiggling in an overt and provocative display of her teenage sexuality. Men in the street would gawp and catcall, and she would always turn to see my reaction, perhaps with a teasing whisper to ask if my balls were at boiling point.

By October 24th the end of the month was in sight – just a week to go!

“Let’s watch some porn together tonight, babe. Would you like that? Would you like to see what I’ve been fantasising about all these weeks as you’ve been worshipping my cunt?”

The C-word shocked me; Sarah never swore.

Without waiting for a reply, she propped up her iPad on the pillows and climbed onto the bed on all fours, her back arched and bottom raised in a craven display of her vagina and anus. My role was, as always, obvious, and I needed no further instruction.

I knelt behind her and took in the beautiful view for a moment before greedily plunging my face into her sweet-scented bottom, my nose directly on her bumhole as my tongue licked the smooth wet pussy lips before circling her entrance in the way I knew she loved.

My face was so deep in Sarah’s cunt that my hearing was muffled, but I just about made out her lust-laden comments as she watched the porn: “Oh fuck, Paul, those two bulls are so well hung! How is that blonde girl ever going to take their huge black cocks?”

I felt a pounding pressure all through my balls, my anus and my tiny trapped penis; Sarah’s crude and graphic commentary shocked and thrilled me in equal measure. My tongue was now flicking her clit, and it was all I could do to swallow her juices, such was the volume of her wetness.

“Look, Paul, her beta boi hubby is caged like you! Caged and impotent. Helplessly watching as the two African kings spit-roast his young blonde wife.”

It was too much for me; I had to see. Momentarily extracting my face from between her buttocks, I peeked round at the iPad. The girl was the spitting image of Sarah. Blonde pigtails, tiny waist, pert little tits and a huge phat ass. The two Black men were thrusting in unison, one in her pussy and one in her throat, timing their thrusts to impale her at both ends together, withdrawing eight or nine inches of jet-black penis before ramming them home in an unmerciful double pounding. But that wasn’t what really drew my eye: Seated in the corner with a pair of pink panties stuffed into his mouth was the woman’s hubby, a pretty fair-haired guy of about my age, his brow wet with sweat, meek, mute and ashen-faced as he watched his girl being ravished by the two hung studs.

To my horror, I saw that his penis was confined to a tiny steel cage exactly the same as mine.

“Paul!” Sarah’s sharp tone snapped me out of my trance, and I immediately returned to my duties, sucking on her clitoris, now massively engorged.

Her foul language was just about audible: “Oh fuck, yes, that’s what I fucking need, a big Black cock filling me and stretching my hole like you never could.”

As the disgraceful interracial fuck fest seemed to be coming to its climax, so was Sarah; her bum cheeks started to shake, and her legs were trembling, and then she cried out, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” and a torrent of her bladder love juice gushed into my mouth and down my eager throat.

…..

By this stage, during the day, I’d become so used to the cage that I sometimes forgot I was even wearing it, and this caught me out one day at the gym.

I’d worked out with my colleague Dwen. He was a bodybuilder of Jamaican heritage, and he’d introduced me to lifting weights, helping me put a bit of muscle onto my skinny bones.

I was in the showers after our workout when he joined me and started laughing.

“Oh fuck, bro, Sarah’s got you in chastity for Locktober?”

Horrified, I tried to cover the cage with my hand, but it was far too late.

Dwen was still laughing. “Hey, no need to be shy. I always knew she had a dominant streak.”

“Yeah, well, it was her idea actually; you’re right. Just role play, light-hearted fun.”

“Role play, okay, yeah right,” he gave me a knowing wink. “How is she draining your balls?”

She’s not! They are full to bursting, and I can’t find a way to make myself cum.”

“Oh fuck, Paul, no, that’s really dangerous! The semen will build and build, and you’ll rupture your prostate!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. serious as a fucking heart attack.”

Watching Dwen shower wasn’t helping. His magnificent ebony body and huge black penis swinging between his thighs as he soaped his jacked body were making me horny, and my balls ached even more.

Grabbing his towel, he went back to the changing rooms.

“Text Sarah now and tell her we’re coming round for emergency orgasm relief.”

I did as he asked but rather strangely got a ‘horny devil’ emoji in reply. After stopping briefly at Dwen’s place to collect a couple of things, we were at my door in half an hour.

I was astonished to find Sarah waiting for us in her white babydoll negligee and matching thong panties, lingerie she’d bought for our wedding night.

“Sarah, what the fuck? We’ve got company,” I protested, but Dwen was already pushing past me, and with a brazen stroke of Sarah’s plump bottom and a kiss on her cheek, he made his way through to the bedroom.

“Come on, Paul, there’s not a moment to lose. Strip naked and get up in the bed on all fours.” He was holding some sort of silicone dildo shaped like an extended thumb and forefinger with its last knuckle bent over. In his other hand was a bottle of lube.

“Come on, boy, stop fucking about; this is an emergency.”

Feeling rather exposed, I did as instructed and soon felt the cool viscous lubricant dribbling down my crack and into my anus. I felt my hole dilate and let out a soft moan as I heard Sarah whisper, “Oh fuck, look at the bitch’s pussy opening up.”

An unseen hand inserted the ‘finger’ end of the toy into my tight pink hole, making me gasp in shock. I instinctively clenched tight to try to block the invasion, but as Dwen softly whispered, “Open up, sissy boy; we need to drain those balls,” I made a conscious effort to relax my sphincter, and with another firm push and another startled gasp, it was completely inside me.

The bent knuckle of the ‘finger’ section seemed to be touching some secret spot inside me, as if at the internal root of my penis, while the ‘thumb’ was pressed flat against my swollen perineum.

Dwen pulled me to my feet and sat me down in the chair in the corner of the bedroom. As I sat, the pressure of the toy inside me increased dramatically, and I let out another startled moan of pleasure.

From our bedside drawer Sarah took two sets of fluffy pink cuffs, slipped them over my wrists and ankles, fastened them to the chair and closed them with their Velcro straps.

“There, that’s better, just to stop you wriggling around too much as we drain those poor balls of yours.”

Dwen was nude by now, his magnificent penis so long and thick, fully erect and gently pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I was a willing captive, entranced and bewitched as I watched my young wife kneel before him, encircle the root of him in her hand and pull him down to be horizontal and just a centimetre away from her pouting painted lips.

She turned to me, her eyes ablaze with lust.

“Paul, this is what I need. This is what you can never give me,” and with those words, spoken firmly yet calmly, she took the glistening pink bulb of his cockhead into her mouth.

Her eyes were closed now, and her hands moved round to clasp Dwen’s buttocks as he grasped her pigtails and began to fuck her skull.

Involuntary grunts and  gurgles came fron my baby’s mouth as she struggled for breath, her windpipe full of that huge black cock.

Just when I thought he was about to flood her throat with sperm, Dwen suddenly pulled out, his entire shaft wet with Sarah’s drool.

“Up on the bed, bitch. Let’s show the sissy boy how you need to be fucked.”

She eagerly obeyed him, grabbing a small black box as she did so.

Dwen moved behind her, looking down at her bare bum and dripping pussy. He grasped his massive meat and pulled it down to her entrance, ready to impale her.

They both looked at me, their expressions demonic and triumphant. Dwen moved his hips an inch forward, and Sarah’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as she felt her tight young pussy stretched like never before. She pushed a button on the black box, and the toy inside me started to gently vibrate, sending pulses of pleasure all through my balls and bum and painfully constricted penis.

Dwen had a grip on Sarah’s hips and was slowly building a rhythm; each stroke seemed to go a little deeper, and Sarah’s cries and screams told me that he was reaching places deep inside her and unlocking pleasures she’d only dreamt of when I was fucking her.

My normally demure and conservative bride had turned into a foul-mouthed slut: “Oh fuck, Dwen, that feels so good. Your huge black cock is really stretching my cunt.”

Her shameful obscenities seemed to inflame Dwen’s lust, and by now he was crashing into her balls deep, her phat ass cheeks rippling and bouncing with every thrust.

Sarah pressed the button on the box again, and the dildo started to violently vibrate inside me. The ecstasy was almost too much for me. I thrashed around on the chair, straining to break free of the cuffs, but the more I struggled, the more the toy inside me pressed against my secret spot, and I started to feel the seismic movements building deep inside of a volcanic, orgasmic eruption.

Dwen and Sarah were also approaching their peak. I had to admit to myself they made an incredibly beautiful couple, the jet-black muscle bull and the slim-thick young PAWG.

Both of their faces were contorted by the intensity of the impending climax, and by now I was bucking and bouncing on my dildo; its massaging of my prostate tipped me over the edge and quite suddenly an orgasm ten times as big as any that had gone before detonated deep inside my core, my cuffed arms and legs spasming madly as a month's worth of semen erupted from my caged cock, jets of it spurting upwards and outwards in great arcs towards Sarah’s open mouth as she and Dwen shared their own moment of ultimate sexual joy.

…..

November 1st dawned crisp and clear. Sarah and I walked hand in hand across Westminster Bridge. The tide was in, and the Thames flowed with an unseen but majestic power.

As we got to the middle of the bridge, Sarah stopped and pulled me close for a passionate kiss.

“Last night was magical, Paul.”

“Yes babe, thank you.”

My balls were still sore from the biblical orgasm, and my cock was still in its steel cell.

She took the necklace from around her neck and dangled it over the side of the bridge. The key to my cage caught the morning sunlight in a brilliant flash.

She looked at me. I nodded, and she opened her hand, released her grip, and we kissed again, the soft splash below us barely audible.