Chapter 4: Their climax
The cold, slick head of Alice’s strap-on was a blunt, impossible pressure against him. Rory’s breathing was deep, his body tensing in a futile brace against the invasion. Alice leaned over him, her shadow swallowing the lamplight. “Look at me,” she said, her voice low. “Not the ceiling. You look at me while I open you up.”
He forced his eyes down, meeting hers. They were dark pools of lust and intent. She began to push.
The stretch was astronomical, a searing, gradual strain that burned through the fading warmth Jewels had left behind. His body resisted, his hole clamping instinctively around the invading girth, but Alice was relentless. She fed him the monstrous head bit by excruciating bit, her breath coming in soft puffs.
“That’s it,” she coaxed, her voice strangely detached. “Take the head up you greedy arsehole. Just the head.” The broadest part popped past his straining ring muscle with a wet, yielding sound, and Rory cried out, a sharp, shattered noise. The knotty ridges were already stretching his inner passage in ways he’d never felt.
“Now beg for the rest,” Alice commanded, stopping all movement. She held him there, impaled on just the bulbous tip, a torment of unfinished violation. “I want to hear you say you need this fat rubber cock filling you up.”
Rory’s mind was white static of sensations and shame. His words were a ragged whisper. “Please.”
“Not good enough.” She applied the faintest pressure inward, making him gasp. “Beg properly. Beg like the fuckhole you are.”
“Please,” he sobbed, “Please, fuck me with it. Please, fuck my arse.”
“Louder.”
“Fuck my arse!” he yelled, the raw admission tearing from him. “Please Alice fuck me!”
“Good boy,” she purred, and with that, she leaned her full weight into it.
The thick, veined shaft pistoned into him in one brutal, continuous shove. It was a visceral, gut-deep invasion, the knobbly textures scraping and stretching his sensitive inner walls relentlessly. He saw stars, his vision tunelling as his body was forcibly reshaped around the silicone one long loud exhalation coming from Rory's mouth. She bottomed out, the harness base pressing hard against his ravaged cheeks.
Jewels, watching with avid eyes, moved now. She climbed onto the bed beside his head and sat, her back against the ornate headboard. She opened her legs, one fishnet-clad foot snaking down to plant the sharp, high heel directly on his caged cock and balls. The precise, punishing pressure made him arch and whimper.
With her other foot, she kicked off her shoe. She brought her bare foot, clad in dark fishnet, up to his face. The netting was scratchy against his lips, the scent of leather and her skin overwhelming. “Open, kiss my feet,” she said, not looking at him, her attention on Alice’s thrusting form. He opened his mouth, and she stuffed her toes inside.
“Hold still,” Jewels muttered, pulling her phone from somewhere in the rumpled bedding. The screen’s glow lit her focused face. She aimed it down the length of his body, capturing the obscene image: his legs splayed wide, Alice’s powerful hips driving the black cock into him, her own legs in the frame her feet violating him. The click-whirr of the shutter was a bizarre, modern punctuation to the primal scene.
She tossed the phone aside. “Perfect, so Sarah doesn't miss out.” she breathed, her own arousal now a palpable heat in the air. While Alice established a slow, devastating rhythm, each deep stroke a conquest, Jewels reached for the small wand vibrator on the nightstand. She flicked it on.
A low, electric buzz joined the symphony of wet slaps and ragged breaths. Jewels didn’t tease. She pressed the humming head directly against her clit. Her body jolted, a sharp sigh escaping her. Her heel ground down harder on Rory’s trapped flesh in time with her own building pleasure.
The sensations overloaded Rory’s nervous system. The deep, brutal fullness of Alice’s fucking, the sharp heel on his cage, the taste of fishnet and foot in his mouth, and the sight of Jewels abandoning herself to the vibrator’s buzz just inches from his face—it was too much. A broken, continuous moan vibrated around the toes in his mouth.
Alice’s pace increased, becoming punishing. Her tits heaved with the effort. “You feel that, Rory?” she grunted, her composure fracturing into something raw and gruff. “Every ridge? That’s for you paying for me being patronised and used and dismissed by that bastard.”
Jewels was climbing fast, her back arching off the headboard. The buzz of the wand was a relentless drone. “Yeah, Alice, stretch him,” she gasped, her eyes clenched shut. “Make him...... Oh, fuck…” Her thighs tensed, her foot jamming hard against Rory’s mouth.
Jewels cried out, a sharp, staccato shout as her orgasm hit, her whole body seizing. The vibrations from her clenched thighs traveled through her foot into Rory’s jaw. Jewels’ cry and climax seemed to ignite something in Alice. She leaned forward, driving her hips harder, the slap of the harness against Rory’s skin becoming a rapid, wet drumbeat.
“You see that?” Alice growled, her voice ragged. “She comes from watching me fuck you.” Her thrusts lost their measured pace, becoming frantic, desperate. The thick, knotted silicone slammed into him, over and over. Alice had angled her hips, grinding the base of the harness hard against her own clit with every punishing forward drive. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth a grimace of fierce concentration.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” she chanted, the words punching out with each thrust. Her polished control shattered. She was fucking him for her own pleasure now, using his body as a tool to chase a climax built on a foundation of pure power.
The brutal, grinding rhythm was relentless. Rory could feel the rigid base of the harness digging into his flesh with each impact. Alice’s breath came in sharp, animal grunts. Her hands, which had been braced on his thighs, now clawed at his skin, leaving red trails from her nails.
Jewels, recovered and watching with dark, hungry eyes, slid her foot from Rory’s mouth. She rubbed the sole of her foot over his face. “Listen to her,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her own orgasm. “You're her fucktoy.”
Alice’s body suddenly stiffened, a tremor racing through her. A raw, guttural shout tore from her throat, . Her thrusts became short, jagged jerks as the waves of her orgasm seized her.
She ground the harness base against herself in a vicious, circular rut, milking every last spasm. Rory could feel the vibrations of her climax through the silicone buried deep inside him, a bizarre, intimate tremor in his core.
Alice’s climax seemed to drain her, leaving her a trembling, sweaty statue lyinging on top of him for several pounding heartbeats. The only sounds were her ragged breaths then the wet, obscene squelch as she finally, slowly, pulled the enormous black silicone out of him. It emerged with a reluctant, sucking drag, each ridge and knot catching briefly on his sensitive overstretched rim.
She knelt back on her heels, the used strap-on glistening under the low light. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and sated, fixed on Rory’s ruined entrance. It remained visibly open, a dark, pulsating circle that refused to close. A trickle of silver lube seeped out onto the rumpled duvet.
“Jewels,” Alice said, her voice thick and smoky. “Come here. Come look at this.”
Jewels slid off the headboard, the wand vibrator forgotten beside her. She crawled down the bed, . She knelt beside Alice, both women now staring intently at Rory’s spread, violated body. He pulled his legs back pliantly without being told.
“Wow” Jewels whispered, a note of awe in her voice. She reached out a single finger, tracing the air just above the stretched, glistening pucker. “Look at that gaping open.”
Alice nodded, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her flushed face. “Told you he’d take it all.” She placed a hand on Rory’s thigh, her touch now almost proprietary. “See what we did to you.”
Alice’s finger, slick with her own sweat and his lube, prodded at the steel cage constricting his bulging swollen, purple-tipped cock. The metal was warm from their bodies, a humid prison his cock hard straining against the bars. He flinched at the touch, a fresh whimper escaping his raw throat.
“He’s absolutely bursting in there,” she observed, her voice conversational as she smeared the clear, desperate pre-cum that had beaded at the cage’s slit all over the cold bars. “Leaking out of it. Can’t get properly hard, can you?” She tapped the metal with a fingernail. Tink.
Jewels leaned in closer, her short black hair brushing his thigh. Her breath was hot on his oversensitized skin. “He does have a very good cock, and he’s been shockingly obedient, hasn’t he?” she mused, her eyes flicking up to meet Alice’s. “Took your big cock like a bitch. Ate both our pussies. Even swallowed our piss without too much fuss.”
She traced the red, peg-marked lines on his inner thighs from earlier, making him shudder. “He did beg beautifully,” Jewels conceded, a speculative tone entering her voice. She looked from Rory’s strained, tear-streaked face down to the frantic, trapped twitching of his cock. “It’s almost sad, seeing him like this. Pathetic.”
Alice withdrew her finger, wiping it slowly on the duvet. She studied Rory—the heaving chest, the firm thighs, the ruined, glistening hole, the caged and weeping cock. A long, considering silence stretched out, broken only by the humid, ragged sound of his breathing.
“You know,” Alice said, her words deliberate. “He has been good.” She reached over and picked up the heavy steel key from the nightstand, holding it between her thumb and forefinger. It caught the light. “Should we take pity on him?”
Alice tilted her head, her gaze predatory and soft all at once. “For having been so good… should we let him cum? I don't want to take the cage off. Never know what ideas he'll get. But i'd like him to cum. On my feet.”
Jewels’ eyes lit up, that mischief returning full force. “On your feet? Fuck, yes. Lounge. Now.” She slapped his thigh, the sound crisp in the humid room. “Up. Get your pathetic arse off my bed and get out there."
Rory’s body protested, his muscles aching and his hole feeling horrifically empty and stretched. He stumbled to his feet, the cage still awkward between his legs. The two women watched him, already disentangling themselves from their harnesses. They moved past him, their hips brushing his body as they left the bedroom, exuding sex and power.
Jewels had already lit a few more candles, their light dancing over the dark wood and velvet.
“Grab that,” Jewels said to Alice, pointing at the pink dildo she’d used earlier. Alice picked it up from where it had been discarded, its surface still gleaming. Jewels snatched the wand vibrator from the bedroom as she passed it.
They settled on the large sofa, side by side, like queens holding court. Alice arranged herself, crossing one leg over the other, her stocking seam a perfect dark line. Jewels sprawled back, one arm along the sofa’s crest. “Kneel,” she said to Rory, her voice leaving no room for anything else. “Right there on the rug. In front of us.”
He lowered himself onto the thick Persian rug, the fibers rough against his knees. The cage pressed into his thigh. He kept his eyes down, focused on the intricate patterns between their two pairs of feet—one in sheer black stockings and sharp heels, the other in the fishnets, and black sandals, both now back on.
“Look at me,” Jewels said. He lifted his gaze. She held out the purple dildo in one hand and the wand in the other. “You want to come? You do the work. You fuck yourself on this,” she said, tossing the dildo onto the rug between his knees. It landed with a soft thud. “And you get that desperate little cock of yours off with this.” She placed the wand beside it. “You sit on that silicone and you ride it like you fucking mean it. You show us how much your slutty arse loves getting filled. And you make yourself come in that cage.”
Alice uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, the movement deliberate. “You’re going to spurt all over our feet,” she stated. “Don’t you dare miss.”
Rory’s hands trembled as he picked up the dildo. The silicone was cool now. He looked at it, then at their expectant faces. He hesitated, a final, crumbling shred of defiance.
“Now, Rory,” Jewels said, her voice flat. “Or the cage stays on for a week.”
"Sarah used to make him wear the cage when she went to fuck other men. She loves being fucked by alpha men with huge cocks. So he couldn't get hard when she send him photos and video of her being a slut with them. He's got a lovely big cock. But his wife wants more, and bigger, and better, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Mistress. My wife likes getting fucked by other men."
He positioned the dildo upright on the rug, its base steadying against the dense weave. At Jewels prompting he spead his knees apart to give them a good look at the cages cock and dildo beneath it, and then lowered himself onto his knees over it. He reached behind himself, guiding the tip to his sore, slackened hole. The initial contact made him shiver. He sank down slowly.
"Fabian told her to buy it. I got her to tell me about it and show me the pictures, one night Rory was away and she was on all fours eating my pussy, and then i fucked her with that black cock Rory has just had up his arse. He's black, very handsome and athletic, very virile and dominating. Absolutely huge cock. Proper married woman's sex fantasy. Your wife loved him fucking her..."
It slid in with ease, a smooth, deep penetration that highlighted how thoroughly he’d been opened. A low groan escaped him as he took it all, the base settling against his cheeks. He began to move, a slow, tentative rock of his hips.
“Faster,” Alice commanded. “You’re not nodding off. You’re getting fucked. Show us.”
He picked up the pace, rising and falling on the silicone shaft, his hand on the floor behind him and leaning back to give them a better view. The wet, rhythmic sound of his own body taking the fake cock filled the quiet room. He gasped with each descent. It felt shamefully good, his body accepting it, welcoming the familiar glide.
“Now the wand,” Jewels said, her voice a low purr of approval.
Rory fumbled for the wand. He switched it on. The aggressive, electric buzz seemed to vibrate through his body. He pressed the buzzing head against the cold steel bars of the cage, directly onto the swollen, trapped head of his cock.
Sensation detonated. The vibration was a sharp, relentless jolt of stimulation filtered through the unforgiving metal. It wasn’t the direct touch he craved; it was a maddening, indirect tease that shot straight up his spine. He cried out, his hips bucking uncontrollably, fucking himself deeper onto the dildo.
“That’s it,” Alice murmured.
Then their feet came into play. Jewels, still wearing one high heel, used its pointed toe to trace the heavy, aching sack of his balls. It was a cold, precise pressure that made him gasp. Alice, kicked a shoe off and in her sheer stockings, used her bare sole to rub and press against the other side of his scrotum, her painted toes prodding him. They both put their other feet against his nose and mouth
The combination dismantled him. The deep, full feeling in his arse, the insane, buzzing stimulation on his caged cock, and the soft, cruel manipulation of his balls by their feet—it was an overload he couldn’t manage. His movements became frantic, animalistic. He rode the dildo with abandon, slamming himself down onto it, the sound obscenely wet. He ground the wand against the cage, his knuckles white.
“He’s close,” Jewels observed, her toe applying more pointed pressure.
“Don’t you dare stop riding that toy,” Alice said, her foot rubbing him more firmly. “We watch you spray your cum on our feet.”
Rory’s world collapsed into a narrow tunnel of sensation. His back arched, a deep road from his throat. The orgasm ripped through him, a seismic, helpless convulsion and shocking expulsion.
Thick, white ropes of cum shot from the narrow slit of the cage, pattering hotly across Alice’s stockings. Another stripe landed on Jewels’ fishnet-clad ankle and the leather of her single shoe. He kept grinding, kept buzzing, ejeculating onto their feet as he spasmed around the silicone buried inside him.
His body finally gave out. He slumped forward, catching himself on his hands, the wand falling silent to the rug. The dildo remained lodged within him. He panted, dripping, utterly destroyed, his release smeared across their skin and hosiery.
Jewels looked at Alice, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. She wiggled her toes, examining the mess. “Not bad,” she took another picture of their cum covered feet by the dripping cage.
She leaned in to kiss Alice, "OK darling. It's 10 o'clock. I need to take him home to his wife, she has a surprise for him...."
Alice kissed her back then looked at Rory. "I wonder what we'll do with you next time?"