DAY ONE “Do you mind if I sleep naked?” Davey asks. Is he serious? Yes. Yes, I mind. I absolutely mind. I one-thousand-percent, definitely, completely mind. “Nah, all good. Whatever makes you comfy,” I reply. He grins and releases his towel. I swiftly avert my eyes as it drops to the floor. His fluffy, damp hair bounces on his head as he pads across to the other side of our bed and rips back the sheet. Our bed… I pinch th...

I reach over and place my hand on his knee. “You played well today,” I say, tickling the wiry hair on his thigh beneath my fingertips. I slowly slide my hand beneath the hem of his silky soccer shorts. I can feel the warmth of his cock pulsing under his briefs. I gently, and only momentarily, allow the tips of my finger to brush against it. He smiles and places a hand on top of mine, keeping his other on the steering whee...

I let Jerry get ready for me and stepped into the bedroom. I sat and marveled at how such an amazing man exists. The way he drained me just minutes ago took away all the stress from the past few weeks like magic. And now he gave me just enough time to think back on it slowly and stroke my cock to full mast again, awaiting what was coming next. I suppose back when I wasn’t confined to this hell house and roamed streets lik...

"How do I look, honey?" my wife asked me. I quickly turned my attention from the television show that I had been watching and focused my gaze on Angela as she stood framed in the lounge-room doorway. My hungry eyes slowly floated over her a couple of times, from eye-line to ankle. "You look absolutely gorgeous," I finally told her. And she did. It was 7:00 pm on Friday night, and Angela had just finished dressing in prepa...

Angela and I didn't get a chance to talk about my lascivious dream until the evening after the next. We'd had visitors the night after I'd had my dream, and we had gone to bed very late and very tired. The next evening we were gloriously alone. At around 10:00 pm, and after we were sure we wouldn't get any more unexpected guests, Angela suggested that we head down to the gym and take a long relaxing soak in the spa.We gra...

Mr. Roger's round face beamed at me over his desk. It was a week later, and I was again back in the consulting room; I was still amazed at how rotund his head was."Everything's coming along nicely," he announced. I wanted to contradict him and say that everything wasn't cumming along nicely - I wasn't cumming at all. But I bit my tongue."So how's the prognosis now?" I asked him."Very good indeed. You're healing extremely...

The stitches were removed from my manhood during my next consultation with Mr. Rogers, and he declared that he was quite happy with how my recovery was proceeding. There was still an angry red scar where the incision had been, but he told me that in time this would hopefully fade almost completely. Always the harbinger of glad tidings, he instructed to keep taking the medication that kept me flaccid so that everything wou...

A week later I was once again confronted with the round countenance of Mr. Rogers as I sat in the consulting room. My previously swollen and bruised member had essentially returned to its pre-accident state - if one was able to ignore the seam of sutures on the underside - and Mr. Rogers told me that he was satisfied with progress. He asked me if there had been any problems - any unusual pain or difficulty urinating, and...

Angela drove as we made our way onto the Monash freeway. At this time of day, the traffic was relatively light. It was early spring, and the sun beamed with the promise of a hot summer. The first thing I told Angela was that I was going to be fine. The relief was clearly visible on her face. I then explained exactly what the specialist had said, including how long it might take for the wound to properly heal. I thought I...

I have always hated hospitals. Loathed them, in fact; the clinical aromas, the sterile feel, the gloomy atmosphere, the poker-faced staff. I would have given anything to be miles away from the damned place. As of this moment, however, I had little choice in the matter. I was ensconced in one of the consulting rooms in the labyrinthine hospital complex, lying on an examination table with my genitals exposed like a horizont...

Life, for the most part, was almost unchanged for the next five weeks. The new cage was noticeably tighter, but after a couple of days, I ceased to really notice I was wearing it at all, with the exception of being awoken by a raging nocturnal hard-on on a few occasions. As usual, a quick trip to the bathroom fixed this problem. I still wore the cage six days a week, with Mandy releasing me on Saturday nights for our usua...

Mandy and I were sat in the kitchen the next morning, drinking coffee. I had already showered and refitted the steel chastity cage (getting my wife to re-lock the device with the key dangling from her necklace). Mandy had arisen an hour earlier than me, and she soon steered our conversation to the fun and games of last night, obviously keen to explore my thoughts regarding her lascivious proposition to deliberately try sh...

It was 11:30 on a Saturday night, and Mandy had just released me from the cage. I quickly showered, and was keenly looking forward to my regular Saturday night of passion with my sexy wife. I slipped into bed beside her, and my freed cock responded even to the simple touch of her warm skin against mine. Mandy smiled softly, and slid her hand down to my crotch. My hypersensitive cock rippled as her warm fingers encased it,...

  Chapter 1 How it began. I should state from the outset that my wife Mandy has always relished kinky sex. Mandy is 27 years of age, with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, and she stands at about 5' 6". She has light green eyes, and full pouty lips set upon a sharply featured little fox face. Her figure could best be described as slightly buxom; she has strong, shapely legs; wide hips support a full, pert butt that...