The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Why? I’m safe. He’s clean. What’s the problem?”

  Dorothy sniffed. “You’ll want anything to slow him down from cumming too quickly. This is definitely going to be a wham, bam, thank you ma’am situation.”

  Caroline laughed at her. “Who even says that?”

  “My aunt.”

  “Your aunt?”

  “My aunt to me when she was telling me about how she regretted her slutty years.” Dorothy smirked. “It didn’t sound like she regretted it at all. Now do you have a condom.:

  “Of course I have a condom.” Caroline pulled open one of her dresser drawers and pulled out a large box of them.

  “Only sluts buy in bulk,” Dorothy commented.

  “Satisfied and economical sluts,” agreed Caroline.

  She watched in fascination as Dorothy unlocked Basil’s cage and removed it from his cock. Almost like magic his cock came alive, become instantly hard; he was ready to go. Caroline dropped her robe and made ready to mount him.

  Dorothy interceded herself between them. “Condom first. I’m putting it on. And I don’t have any interest in seeing you two fuck. Wait until I leave the room.”

  “Sure. Whatever.” Caroline watched as Dorothy suited up Basil, who had a stupid grin on his face because he was so happy to be used in such a cold fashion. Dorothy’s touch was deft; she knew exactly what she was doing with Basil’s cock. Once the condom was on, she marched without a word out the door, went down to her own bedroom and closed it.

  Then she snuck back to Caroline’s bedroom. She had lied. She wanted to spy on them while they fucked. She owned the cock attached to Basil and she was determined to see that it was used correctly.

  In the short amount of time she was gone, they had already changed positions. Caroline was on her hands and knees while Basil was kneeling behind her, ready to fuck doggy style. While Dorothy couldn’t see her cock going into Caroline, from the motions of Basil’s body, it was obvious what was happening.

  And just like she had predicted, it didn’t last very long. Caroline grunted once or twice very loudly when he had entered her and then she quickly breathed as Basil fucked her like he was a rabbit desperate for another litter of babies.

  She could feel him getting bigger and harder and hotter in her pussy. Caroline wasn’t sure if that was from the friction of pumping in and out of her or if he was just so eager and needed to cum. The warning she had received from Dorothy, which she initially thought might be a joke, turned out to be serious and Caroline realized this might be the quickest fuck of her life, even faster than when she had lost her virginity to her high school boyfriend. There was no way she was going to let him cum and not get her own cookies as well.

  She snaked her hand down to her clit and found the hot little nubbin of pleasure. “Slow down!” she barked at Basil even as she anxiously rubbed her clit. She was already turned on from the situation and from what Basil’s talented mouth had done to her earlier. It wouldn’t take much, but it would be a race to see who came first.

  Basil wasn’t interested in listening to a woman he was using as a masturbatory aide. It didn’t matter to him if Caroline hated him for the rest of his life. He just needed to cum and he was determined to do just that. Grabbing her hips he pounded away in earnest.

  As she watched from around the edge of the doorway, Dorothy’s own hand found her clit as well. If everyone else in the apartment was going to get off, so was she.

  And though she was loathe admitting it to anyone, including herself, watching her boyfriend fuck another woman was hotter than she would have imagined. Yes, jealousy was there, but so was some admiration for how Basil used Caroline’s body while at the same time giving her the pleasure that she obviously needed.

  “Your cock is so much smaller than Rick’s,” Caroline burst out, hoping that a bit of humiliation would slow down her temporary lover. She didn’t know him very well.

  Digging his fingers into her fleshy hips, Basil slammed his cock into her one last time before exploding an orgasm into her that was neatly caught by the condom he had been forced to wear. She could feel his orgasm deep within her pussy and that, along with the urgency of the moment and her own busy fingers, was enough to push her over the edge, giving her a short, sharp orgasm that wasn’t nearly up to the high standard he had set for himself, but was pleasurable nevertheless.

  It was Dorothy who was the last to cum. She pushed herself over the precipice when Basil drove hard against Caroline, forcing her down onto the bed as he lost his climax within her body. She took a certain delightful pleasure in seeing her boyfriend use her roommate for a bit of raw pleasure.

  Unfortunately her moan was loud enough for both of them to hear, even over the heavy breathing brought about by their sudden and strenuous fucking.

  “Fucking liar,” Caroline huffed in amusement, pinned as she was under Basil’s body. “You said you didn’t want to watch us fuck.”

  “I lied,” Dorothy said without shame, though she carefully wiped her wet fingers on her thigh as she stood up. Masturbating while spying had forced her down to her knees; her body was unable to take the strain of that sort of kinky sex. As she stumbled back into the bedroom, she picked up Basil’s cock cage where she had left it on the dresser next to the bed. “Get off her, Bas,” she said in her firm but not fully demanding voice. He only had to obey and he loved to obey, especially when it came to her controlling his chastity. “Time to go back in your cage.”

  Caroline began laughing as Basil rolled off her and willingly offered the cock he had just used on her to Dorothy. “You’ve got to be kidding. Cut the guy a break. Don’t you want to give him a few minutes to get hard again and fuck you?”

  “No,” Dorothy said firmly, enjoying the control she had over the moment and the control she had over the cock she was putting back in its cage where it belonged. “Bas and I have come to an agreement. One orgasm a week for him. He just spent that with you.”

  “But I didn’t cum at all last week,” Basil pointed out.

  Dorothy’s smile wasn’t cruel, but it was firm. “And you missed out on your chance. I’m sure the two-week buildup was more than worth it.”

  She expertly slipped Basil’s spent and slippery cock into its cage and locked it away. She then turned to Caroline who was watching the scene with some amusement and some horror. “If you aren’t done with him, I’d be happy to have him clean you up with his tongue.

  Caroline didn’t know what to say.

  Chapter Eight

  “It’s a terrible idea,” Basil argued.

  “It’s going to happen and you know you want to do it,” Dorothy replied calmly from the passenger seat of his car. They were sitting in the tiny parking lot as they went through the same argument they’d been having for several weeks now. Dorothy had made a decision and that was that. Basil simply had to get his thinking in line with hers.

  “I don’t want to do it,” Basil replied.

  “But I want you to do it, so you don’t have much choice in the matter.”

  Basil sighed. “I know. But…I don’t want to.”

  “Sometimes you don’t get to do what you want. Sometimes you have to do what someone else wants.”

  She got out of the car. He followed. She knew he would.

  The tattoo and piercing parlor was, incongruously, located in a strip mall along one of the busier local highways. It didn’t have the vibe of a sleazy place frequented by bikers and criminals; it felt like a cross between a doctor’s office and a high end retail store patronized by young women spending their parents’ money and a slightly older clientele trying to establish themselves in the world. The piercer that Dorothy had booked wasn’t the least bit surprised when both of them came back to her work area. There were no private rooms, instead the place was laid out almost like a cubical farm.

  “I’ve been doing this a while,” Strike said, “and I still don’t get many requests for PAs. Nipples and lips and navels and every little flap of skin women have in th
eir cooches, but men are still reluctant to get pierced on their Johnsons.” He grinned. He had gauges in his ears and tattoos everywhere but his face, yet his teeth were perfectly straight and white. Basil quickly sized him up as a middle-class kid who wanted to be the rebel and pushed it as far as he could, but couldn’t escape the braces that his parents put on him when he was thirteen.

  “He’s doing it for me,” Dorothy said.

  “Ring of commitment?” Strike asked. “How long have you two been together?” He started prepping the table of simple instruments he would be using on Basil.

  “Nine months,” Basil blurted out nervously.

  Dorothy laughed at his answer. “We could have had a baby by now,” she commented. “Instead were getting him a Prince Albert so his dick doesn’t go anywhere it shouldn’t.”

  Strike looked up from where he was pulling on sterile gloves. “You doing this for a chastity thing?”

  “Show him, Bas.”

  Knowing what was expected of him, Basil lowered his pants and showed off his chastity cage. Strike nodded once in approval.

  “I’ve done guys’ dicks before, but only one every admitted to me he was doing it for chastity. You’ve got an expensive rig there,” he said, nodding toward the shiny silver cage.

  “I’ve already picked out what he’s going to be wearing once the piercing heals,” said Dorothy.

  “Extra nice,” said Strike, and then he leaned in toward Basil to whisper conspiratorially, “She obviously wears the pants, dude. But if you don’t want to do this, just make a fist with your left hand. I’ll say no.”

  His fingers wiggled, but Basil kept his hand loose and open. He was scared out of his mind, but he was going through with it.

  “Nice,” said Strike. “It’s not going to hurt as much as you think it will.” He turned to Dorothy. “You have anything pierced, besides your ears? Just so he knows not to act like a baby.”

  Without hesitation Dorothy pulled up her blouse and popped her breast out of her bra, showing off the barbell she had through her nipple. Strike smiled. “You’ve got a nice piece of jewelry there. Care to show me the other?”

  “I have just the one piercing,” she said as she tucked herself back into place.

  “I don’t mind if you show me the set,” he said with a leer.

  She laughed him off. “Just put a ring in my boyfriend’s cock while I watch.” She put a hand to her mouth. “Oops. I mean, my cock. I own it. It’s mine.”

  Strike nodded toward Basil’s cock and cage. “You’d better unlock him then.”

  Pulling her keyring from her purse, Dorothy started to unlock his cage, but saw the stricken look on Basil’s face. For a moment she hesitated. It was strange knowing she loved him, but at the same time she loved to have him under her thumb. She loved to make him do the things that he wanted to do but didn’t have the courage to do on his own. Chastity was weird and fucked up but she enjoyed it more than she ever thought she would and this would just make their kink a little easier to manage which meant more fun for the both of them.

  “If you truly don’t want…” she started to say.

  “I just don’t want my cock mangled.”

  “Dude!” Strike interjected. “I’m an artist. I enhance and modify. I do not mangle. Satisfaction guaranteed. Besides, if you let it go long enough, it’ll heal up on its own and you’ll be back to where you started.”

  “It’ll be beautiful,” Dorothy reassured him.

  Basil nodded and laid down on the table.

  After the initial set up of sterilization, Basil found that the process wasn’t so bad. The worst part was getting a tube slid a couple of inches up his urethra. Then there was a pinch. Some burning. Some discomfort. And then he looked down at his cock, so familiar to him for his entire life, and what he saw was almost like he was looking at an alien object. It was his manhood, but it now had a large silver colored ring projecting through the end and underside. It hurt and he felt disconnected.

  “It’s gorgeous,” Dorothy gushed. “I can’t wait for it to heal.”

  “Shouldn’t take very long. You’re not going to gauge up very much. Not with the new cage you’ve picked out for him,” Striker said. “He’ll be back to normal in no time and not fucking you, only now with a ring through his cock.”

  Basil looked at Strike with a mixture of anger and humiliation. Despite the pain and situation, he started to get stiff. Strike noticed that.

  “Yeah, and try not to get hard right away. It’ll hurt worse. And piss as much as you can. It’s good for the healing process.”

  Back in the car, Dorothy took the driver’s seat and leaned over to give him a kiss before they set off to his place. “I’d fuck you in appreciation for your sacrifice, but…”

  “Very funny,” Basil said sourly.

  At his place he got settled in. Dorothy was kind enough to give him all the comfort he needed. Ibuprofen helped, as did the cold pack he kept in his freezer. The only problem with the cold pack was that he alternated between having a painful and slightly inflamed cock and having a slightly not-painful but very fucking cold cock.

  There was no reason for Dorothy to spend the night. They weren’t going to have sex and Basil wasn’t in the mood to eat her pussy the way she deserved. He wasn’t going to be able to masturbate so there was little reason to put him into his cage. She gave him a kiss goodnight and went home to her own bed. Basil briefly wondered if she was planning on fucking someone else, but that was probably more than wishful thinking.

  An hour after she had left, he got a text. He figured it was Dorothy saying goodnight. It was Marci. She didn’t text him that often. Even though he was still on good terms with his ex-wife, they didn’t have a lot to talk about.

  I’ve got news!!!

  He hated her overuse of exclamation points. It was a minor complaint, but another item that led to the demise of their couplehood.

  He shrugged and texted her back. OK. I could use some good news.

  I didn’t say good news. I said news. I’m getting married.

  Basil sighed and shook his head. He hoped she wasn’t going to invite him to her lesbian wedding. To Liz?

  Of course to Liz!!! You don’t have to be an asshole.

  Sorry. But please don’t ask me to walk you down the aisle.

  Ha fucking ha. No. I have a different request for you.

  Part 3

  Chapter Nine

  The healing process had gone well. It was a week after getting his cock pierced that Basil was feeling up to facing his ex-wife and hearing her request for whatever it was about her newly announced wedding to her girlfriend-now fiancée Liz. When Marci asked if he could have Dorothy there when she stopped by to make her request in person, he was wary of what was to come.

  “Why does Dorothy have to be here?”

  “Doesn’t she still have you under lock and key?” Marci asked.

  He tried not to let her knowledge—and participation in—his chastity kink bother him. It was going to be that way the rest of his life and he’d have to deal with it. “Yes. So she doesn’t have to worry about me fucking other women. What does that have to do with anything?”

  The silent sound of her smile came through the phone. “Just checking. I’m starting to think all men should wear a cock cage.”

  Basil hung up before the conversation could go sideways into how previously straight married women could easily become man-hating lesbians. It would be another few weeks before he was fully healed and Dorothy was eager to get him into his new cage. He had been free of any steel restraints since he had been pierced. It was the longest amount of freedom he had had since the beginning of his relationship with Dorothy. It was both a happy escape and an annoying one.

  He liked having his cock safety encased.

  When the time came for Marci to drop by, he was glad that Dorothy was already there. He was wary of his ex. They had divorced mostly amicably, but he had never gotten along well with Liz. He chalked it up to personality clash.


  “What is she going to ask you?” Dorothy inquired, ever curious.

  “If I knew that…” he began and stiffly walked around the living room. In some ways having his cock pierced was worse than wearing a cage because occasionally it would burn and pinch in unexpected ways. However he had gotten used to seeing a piece of metal through his flesh and had come around to the idea that it was definitely a masculine look and understood why Dorothy would occasionally ask him to get it out so she could admire it. “I’m worried she’s going to ask me to give her away or participate in her wedding. Lesbian wedding.”

  “Don’t say it that way.”

  “What way?”

  “Like it’s an insult.”

  “Sorry. But I don’t want to participate in her wedding. I don’t even want to go to it. I’m hoping she’s going to tell me in person I’m not invited.”

  “Maybe she just wants to return her wedding ring to you.”

  “She already did that.”

  “Oh.”

  The doorbell rang and Basil rigidly went to the door and let in Marci. She introduced herself to Dorothy and it was at that moment that Basil realized that while the two women knew about each other, they had never met in person before. Marci seemed happy and Dorothy was gracious. He didn’t like the fact that the two women who were most active in his kink were getting along so well.

  “Okay, the suspense is killing me,” Basil said, acting like he’d rather be anywhere else other than in their presence. “What do you need to ask me.”

  “Direct and to the point,” said Marci.

  “I just want to get this over,” he said. “What do you want?”

  “Such a wonderful attitude. I can’t remember why I didn’t stay married to you.” Her snark was coming out.

  “Because you’re a lesbian now,” he reminded her.

  “Oh right. Except you’re wrong. I’m bisexual.”

  At this point Dorothy interrupted. “I can see why you two divorced, but why don’t you let Marci ask what she came here to ask?”