Chapter 15

 

Cooper was glad that afterwards they had cleaned up and Mallory had put the cage back on his cock and added a new tag. She took a picture of the tag's number and sent it to Harmony. "Just to let her know you were being a good boy."

It was the best night's sleep he had had since Harmony had put the cage on him.

In the morning, he was certain he wouldn't need to go to Harmony while Mallory was out on her date. He had cum twice the night before and told himself that he'd be good for at least a few days.

But he couldn't stop thinking about Mallory fucking Al. He wanted it to happen. He wanted to watch it, but he didn't dare ask her to watch. That seemed…intrusive to say the least.

He was frozen in place at work. At the end of the day, Mallory sent him a text message.

 

Mallory: I'll be home late. Don't wait up for me. Unless you want to see my pussy full of cum…

 

Cooper didn't know how to reply. After far too long he texted back.

 

Cooper: I'll wait up for you.

 

Mallory didn't reply.

After thinking long and hard about it Cooper decided to go over to Harmony's.

She wasn't happy with his unannounced appearance.

"You think you can just show up here whenever you want and I'll peg your ass?" she asked him at the door.

"Mallory is out on her date," he said, trying to make it sound like he wasn't whining. "She said that you'd…" He trailed off.

She tilted her head to the side. "That I'd do what?"

"That you'd fuck me while she was with Al."

"Just because your girlfriend said it, doesn't make it true."

"I should have…I'm sorry…this is…I thought you liked pegging men."

"I do," she replied. "Doesn't mean I want to do it now."

They were arguing in the foyer. For all Cooper knew, maybe she had another man tied up in her bedroom, ready to be pegged. What was his name? Steve? Shawn? Something.

He knew if he pressed the issue, it wouldn't end well. Even asking if she had someone else in her house was verboten.

"Will you…will you peg me?" he asked, feeling like a teenaged boy asking his teacher permission to go to the bathroom.

"Not tonight. Text me tomorrow. Maybe."

She sent him on his way.

It was still too early in the evening. Mallory wasn't home. He knew she wouldn't be home for a while.

He told himself he could be good. He told himself he could do this.

And then Mallory texted him.

There wasn't any message. It was just a picture. It was a picture of her face with a man's cock in her mouth. It wasn't Cooper's cock.

"Fuck it."

Cooper went to his tool box and got out the bolt cutter.

To his credit, he paused for an instant with the blades of the cutter on the padlock. He still cut off the lock telling himself that he would make it all right with Mallory and Harmony. He used the cutters to remove the plastic tag as well; getting scissors was a waste of time.

He was careful not to damage the cage. It was too expensive and too nice. Plus, if he had been pressed on the issue, he would have admitted to liking wearing it. He just wanted it off when he wanted it off, not when Mallory or Harmony wanted it off.

It took him less than two minutes to cum from masturbating. He wanted to make it last longer, but it was impossible; he was too keyed up.

The post nut clarity was startling.

"What the fuck have I done?" The words were answered with silence in the apartment.

Figuring there was no way he was going to fool either woman with another padlock quickly purchased from the store, he chose to keep the cage off.

It was strange to walk around the apartment wearing nothing at all. It felt good to have his cock out, flopping around. Noting that he was getting stubbly, he took a shower and took extra care to shave himself, spending extra time on his balls and taint. He wanted to be baby-smooth for Mallory. She was going to be angry when she got home, there was no reason for her to be angry over poor grooming.

 

Cooper fell asleep naked in bed. He woke up the moment Mallory opened the bedroom door.

"I've got a present for you, honey," she called out, her words slightly slurred.

Cooper was instantly awake. He wondered if Mallory was drunk on alcohol or lust. Maybe both.

"What present?" he asked, sitting up.

She giggled and pulled her dress up over her head. "I think you know what present. Have you been a good boy?"

Moving quicker than he anticipated she slipped into bed with him, still wearing her bra and panties. Her hand went right to his crotch.

She was disappointed to find the cage missing.

After a second, she wasn't just disappointed; she was angry.

"What the fuck is this?" she demanded.

"I took off my cage," he said and quickly added, "I can explain."

"I don't want to fucking hear your explanation," she snapped. "I thought we were doing this because you wanted to. You wanted Harmony to peg you. You wanted me to peg you. You wanted to wear the cage while I fucked other men. You're not keeping up your part of the bargain."

"I had to jerk off," he said.

"No you fucking didn't! I was going to come home and fuck you!"

"We can still—"

She cut him off "No, we fucking cannot!"

"But we can!"

"No!"

They were both silent for a minute.

"I'm sorry," said Cooper.

Mallory signed. "Do you know how horny I was a minute ago?" she asked him. "I fucked Al. The sex was good. The sex was…was great! But it was just sex. I wanted to come home and fuck you. I wanted you to see his cum in me and want to rip my panties off. I wanted you to burst out of your cage and fuck me hard." She let out a rueful laugh. "I know that's not realistic, but it felt real and that was making sex exciting. More exciting than it has any right to be." She rubbed at her face. "This is all too much."

"No, please no," Cooper begged. "I promise that I'll be better. I'll keep it on. I promise I won't cut it off any longer."

"You've said that before."

"I know, but this time I mean it."

Mallory frowned. "I fucking hate that I'm still turned on."

"You are?"

She didn't answer him directly. "Where's the cage? Do you have any other locks?"

He hurried to get the cage and the extra padlock he had. He gave both to her along with the lock keys.

It took them a couple of minutes to put the cage back on him. Cooper didn't complain.

"I'm sorry," he repeated again when she snapped the lock shut.

Mallory didn't say anything. From her purse she took another of the numbered plastic ties and slipped it in alongside the cage, snapping a picture of it with her phone.

"I'm going to have to talk to Harmony," she said.

"Of course. Tell her everything."

"She said she had a more effective way of keeping you in the cage than these plastic tags," Mallory added, fingering the tag.

"I'll do it," he said without thinking. "Anything."

When she smiled, Cooper was certain he had never seen that expression on her face before. It was a combination of evil and lust. It scared him.

It excited him.

"I still have Al's cum in my pussy," she said. "And I don't want to take a shower."

A minute later Cooper was on his back on the bed with Mallory sitting on his face, one of her hands braced on his chest, the other gripping his caged cock.

He alternated sucking on her clit and licking the amrita and cum that leaked from her pussy. He knew he was eating Al's cum and was fine with that. It was getting all over his face and he loved it. He should have been ashamed and he wasn't. This was what he wanted.

It wasn't that hard to make Mallory cum and she savored the sensations flowing through her body. After the orgasm, she collapsed on top of him, no longer partially restricting his breathing. He was still given a view of her beautiful and well-used pussy.

"I wanted your cock tonight," she said. "I wanted to come home, have you eat me out, and then I'd have unlocked your cage and you could have fucked me silly."

"I'm sorry." It was a phrase he was well-familiar with now.

"I still want some cock," she complained. Rolling off him, she said, "I have an idea."

Ten minutes later Cooper found himself looking down at his girlfriend on the bed, her legs spread wide, waiting anxiously.

"I feel ridiculous," he said.

"I don't care."

She had put her strapon harness on him. The pink dildo stuck out above his little cage. It wasn't exactly the image of hotness, but it would make do in the moment for her to be filled up and pounded to one last orgasm.

It didn't matter that Cooper wouldn't get any pleasure out of it.

He got on top of her and together they held the pink dildo until they found the right angle. Cooper pushed forward and back with his hips, slowly introducing it to her pussy.

It should have gone quicker, but Cooper wasn't getting any of the sensory input or feedback he was used to. The angle was wrong; it was too high. Mallory didn't seem to mind. He couldn't remember when she had acquired the dildo, but it wasn't the one that came with the harness, he was sure of that.

"Keep fucking me," she begged. "Two men in one night. I feel like a slut. I am a slut."

Cooper said nothing. He both loved and hated that his girlfriend was like this. But he didn't want to be fucking her. He wanted her to be fucking his ass.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Uh-huh…this cock is perfect. There's a million dildos for sale on the internet, I knew this one would be perfect for me."

The dildo was mostly realistic, except for the color, and he wondered how similar it was to Al's cock because he knew it wasn't shaped and sized exactly like his own.

Mallory started panting and moaning. "Almost there! Fuck me hard!"

He increased the pace and force of his thrust.

"It's hard," he grunted. "It's not the same as using my cock."

"Shut up!" She moaned and opened her legs wider to receive him, grabbing his ass in the process. "Harder! Faster!"

He didn't do either of those things, but he did keep up the pace she wanted and made her cum.

"Thank you, thank you," she moaned in relief. "That's…that's what I needed."

Cooper was frustrated but he wasn't going to tell Mallory that. Cleaning up after pegging her in the harness was easy. There was very little mess. By the time he got back to bed, she was already asleep.