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Prompt by JamieB in bold.
Diane clicked the lock closed on my new chastity cage. It was much smaller than the previous one, but thankfully, there were no spikes. She put the key in her time lock safe. She then restrained me in my chair by wrists and ankles at the end of the bed, removed her dressing gown, retrieved two of her favorite toys from the bedside table, and then reclined in the nest of pillows she had made. Just then, Rachel and Christine, our gregarious lesbian neighbors from across the street, burst into the room laughing. Rachel threw a strap-on dildo and a bottle of lube on the bed as Christine grabbed my balls and cage, gave them a little shake, and said - “Oh, what a cute little thing.”
I sat listening to the movie Director reading from his script synopsis, slightly concerned about what I would be letting myself in for. Greg went quiet, set down the script, and stared at me for a verdict.
I glanced at the others who seemed disinterested, and then I stared at Greg, rolling my eyes.
“It’s another cuckold movie where I get caged.”
“Yes, Pete, your specialty, but with a twist this time.”
“What’s the twist?”
“When Diane assembles on her strap-on, this time, instead of fucking one of the girls, she’ll grease your anus and fuck you.”
“In the ass?”
“Is there any other way?”
“I guess not.”
Rachel and Christine sat beside me, both smiling. I knew them from many other pornographic movies we’d worked together on, but those were primarily cuckolds where my role was to be married to one, who was seduced by the other, in front of me.
The alternative to that would be when Diane, sitting on the other side of me, played my wife, caged me, and frolicked with one or both, teasing me.
I mostly wore cock cages and sat around pretending to be aroused by my sexual humiliation, something I didn’t enjoy. I did it for money, but this was an entirely different concept.
I was pleased Diane had attended the script run-through meeting, too, because it felt like she was on my side. She smiled sweetly, holding my new cock cage, a model she had bought that was supposed to be the most comfortable in the market.
Aside from me and Diane, nobody looked concerned about the script, but then they weren’t the ones my best friend and adult movie Director Greg wanted to be fucked in the ass by a woman wearing a big strap-on cock.
I shook my head, staring nervously at the script.
“I don’t know about this, Greg.”
“It’s only anal sex, Pete.”
“That’s easy for you to say, but it’s less simple when you’ve never done it.”
“You’ve never been fucked in the asshole, bro?”