The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Basil glared briefly at his girlfriend, but said nothing and just nodded to Dorothy. Marci chewed on her thumbnail, suddenly unwilling to say anything.

  “What is it that you wanted to ask, Marci?” Dorothy said sweetly, but not overly so to make it too obvious.

  “I was going to ask, and now I’m starting to regret it, if Basil could help me out with something before I get married. To Liz.” She added the name of her fiancée as an afterthought.

  “And what is that favor?” Dorothy prompted.

  “I was going to ask him to fuck me one last time because after I get married I’m not going to get any dick for the rest of my life.” Marci recited this while looking at the wall, unable to face either Dorothy or Basil. “Sorry. I had to ask. I’ll go now.”

  “Well you aren’t going to get my dick any time soon,” Basil snapped at her. “You can thank Dorothy for that!”

  “Yeah. I get it. Your new girlfriend likes to keep you in chastity and I didn’t. I don’t care.”

  “Ha! Wrong. I’d love to fuck you right here and now—”

  “Bas!” Dorothy blurted out but he kept right on talking.

  “—but she got me pierced and I’m not risking it just so you can cheat on your fiancée. That’s what you’re good at, aren’t you, Marci. Cheating?”

  “I don’t fucking believe you,” Marci muttered.

  Dorothy wasn’t sure what exactly Marci didn’t believe, but before she could say anything Basil pulled down his pants and underwear to display his cock.

  The healing was coming along nicely. There was no undue redness and the CBR that Basil wore looked good on the end of his cock, or at least that’s what Dorothy believed. He wasn’t overly small or large in the manhood department, but it had been a while since Dorothy had seen her boyfriend unencumbered by a full cock cage and she stood back a moment admiring him.

  It only took a glance for Marci to start to doubt her decision to marry Liz. It had been far too long since she had fucked a man and she realized that without a doubt she was bisexual. Yes, she loved Liz but she was now fully torn between her desire to marry the woman she loved and stay nominally single so she could fuck men. Her goal had been to fuck Basil one last time—because he was safe and easy—but now she was having deeper doubts.

  “Wow,” she said without irony. “That’s really hot.”

  “It’s going to be another month before it’s safe for me to fuck anyone. And it’ll be Thena before it’s you,” he said, just to spite his ex-wife.

  “I don’t know about that,” said Dorothy. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in action again,” she said with a dreamy smile. “And maybe my goal is to keep you away from my pussy.”

  Basil couldn’t comprehend what he was hearing even though the words made sense to him. “You don’t want me to fuck you?” he said to his girlfriend.

  “Of course I want you to fuck me,” she said, resting her fingers lightly on his forearm. Basil looked down at her hand and compared it to his own. Her hand was open and soft; his was balled up into a fist. He didn’t understand his anger. “But I want you to fuck me when I want to be fucked by you…because that’s what you want. That is what you want, isn’t it, Bas?”

  He nodded. “Yes. It’s just hard…” Realizing what he was saying, he pulled up his pants, hiding his cock away from both women, and disappointing both as well.

  “Not right now it isn’t,” Marci said snarkily.

  Dorothy ignored her comment and pushed the conversation forward. “This might not be as big a problem as it might seem,” she said. “When are you getting married, Marci?”

  “In a couple of months.”

  “See? Perfect. Basil will be ready to go by then.”

  “Does Lez know?” Basil asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

  “Bas,” Dorothy said, warning him.

  Marci let it go because she wasn’t making her request under the best of circumstances. “Not exactly.”

  Basil laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Marci lifted her chin, which was almost a lame gesture of bravado because she was so much shorter than Basil. It was really like she was lifting her eyes just enough to look at him. “It means she knows I’m bi and she’s okay with that, even if she’s a lesbian.”

  “I predict a short marriage,” said Basil.

  “No!” Marci said emphatically. “She and I already talked this out. We’ve made a commitment and we’ve agreed to be one hundred percent faithful for the first whole year of our marriage.”

  “Really?” asked Basil skeptically. “A whole year? With your record? And then what, you start cheating again?”

  “Ha fucking ha funny. No. We’ll revisit our marriage at that point and maybe open it up or maybe not.”

  “And have you told her you want some dick right before you get married?” Basil asked.

  Marci turned away. “No.”

  “Does she know you even want dick?”

  “Bas…” Dorothy said, trying to prevent an argument.

  “She knows I’m bi and she’s willing to deal with that.”

  “Don’t say anything else, Bas,” Dorothy said, cutting the conversation short. “It’s their marriage and they can run it however they want. The question is, do you want to fuck her.” She paused for a half a second. “Actually, the question should be do I want you to fuck her. I own that cock.”

  Basil opened his mouth, but said nothing. “I’ll fuck her, just so she can—”

  Dorothy put a finger over his lips. “That’s good enough.” She turned back to Marci. “You know, there’s literally hundreds if not thousands of men out there. You don’t have to use you ex-husband in this little game.”

  Marci couldn’t help herself. She knew she was a cheater at heart and if Liz ever found out, it would drive her fucking wild, for better or worse. “I know, but Liz…she’s would get really upset…”

  Shaking her head, Dorothy said, “You are playing a dangerous game. A game you shouldn’t be playing.”

  “My life, my game.”

  “We’ll do it,” Dorothy abruptly decided. “We’ll tell you when we’re ready. And I get to watch you two.”

  Basil opened his mouth but said nothing. His key holder had spoken and that was that.

  The next few weeks went smoothly with Dorothy suddenly very interested in how well Basil was healing. She also showed him what she had in store for his cock.

  “Okay, we could modify your current rig, but that’s not going to happen, too much of a pain in the ass. Instead, I’ve ordered you two new cages.”

  They were lying in bed together. Basil was naked, or at least as naked as he could get. He wore no clothes or his cage—which made him feel truly naked—but the ring through his cock felt like almost enough ornamentation and cover. Dorothy was in an oversized t-shirt of his, a faded Star Trek logo printed across the front. She had no underwear on, but that wasn’t a problem for his cock because he still didn’t feel up to actual sex, not with his ring in. Besides, there was always his mouth.

  “What are they like?” Despite wanting to have complete control over his autonomous functions, Basil’s cock still stirred at her words. Her head was on his chest and she saw the movement, reaching out to caress it by running a finger down his length.

  “The fancy one I’m not going to tell you about. Not yet. But the other one is pretty much what you have now. Maybe a little smaller. But with a slot for your PA. That way you can’t pull out.”

  “I never pull out.”

  She laughed at him. “Maybe that lie worked on your high school girlfriend, but I’m smarter than that.”

  He was upset. “You think I try to cheat my way out of the cage?”

  “I think that all men cheat,” she said boldly. “And most women too. Look at your ex.”

  It was supposed to be teasing, sexy banter, but it was hitting a little close to home. “Why the hell would I pull out? I can just use a vibrator on my cage if I really want to cum.�
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  “And in your ass,” she reminded him.

  He tried not to blush. “Yeah. That too. But so what?”

  “You know it’s why I got you pierced. And if you don’t know this already, you should: I like having control of your cock. I want to fuck someone else right in front of you while you’re wearing your cage and not give you any release. How do you like that?”

  No verbal answer was necessary from Basil. Just those few words from Dorothy was enough to make him hard. His cock proudly stood up, rampant and rigid and ready to be used.

  Dorothy wasn’t going to let him use it. But she didn’t tell him that.

  “How long has it been since we fucked?” she asked as she ran her finger on the underside of his cock, following the thick bulge of the urethra up to the new hole in his flesh courtesy of the CBR. He was silent as her finger circled the ring and then traveled around the ridge of his head. The touch was perfect, not too hard and not too soft, but just right.

  “Since before I got pierced,” he said, his breath low and soft.

  “Since before I had you pierced,” she corrected him.

  “Since before you had my cock pierced,” he said.

  “Want to give it a try?” she asked.

  “Yes, but…”

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got condoms. We’ll put your new ring safe inside some latex. The last thing we need is to have your tear my cock.” The mind fuck of her refereeing to his cock as hers still drove him wild; he groaned in the back of his throat.

  “But first I think my pussy needs some attention,” Dorothy said, moving her head off his chest and back onto the pillows. She pulled the Star Trek shirt off and tossed it aside while opening up her legs, exposing her pussy.

  It wasn’t like Basil had neglected her pussy while his cock had been out of commission. He had shown her sex every bit of attention with fingers and mouth and lips and tongue and toys. If anything, him getting pierced had improved her sex life tremendously. But it was all part of the ritual. If he had any chance of getting laid like a normal man again, he had to do the penance between her legs.

  Recognizing his sacrifice, Dorothy had been scrupulous about her shaving habits. Her little landing strip was perfectly maintained because it was only polite for her to be as well-shaven as Basil. Before they had started dating he had been in the habit of shaving everything. Since he had spent the last few weeks entirely out of his cage, Dorothy had demanded he shave daily. His pubic shaving was more regular than his facial shaving.

  It was a pleasure for him to slide his tongue along her already swollen labia, smooth and hairless. Only when he reached all the way up at the apex of her slit did he encounter any hair, which was already damp with her scent. It didn’t take much to get Dorothy going. Maybe she had found her true kink. Previously she had confessed to him that she liked to be spanked, but they had never explored that, and instead they focused on his cock and cage, and her pussy and dominance.

  Because he was denied use of his cock, Basil took his already considerable pussy-eating skills and combined them with his growing knowledge of Dorothy’s pussy and preferences. It didn’t take him long at all to get her worked up and rapidly climbing toward climax. When he attempted to pull back just a bit to see her reaction, she grabbed his head between her hands and held it in place so that she could hump his face with her pussy.

  Basil was used to this. Getting her scent and juices all over his face was part of the pleasure of being her submissive. He still managed to get her clit into his mouth, suck firmly and not let go. She didn’t have any choice but to cum, which she did with elation. Her needs always came first.

  After wiping his face with her hand, she brought it up to her lips for a kiss. “You know how to do me better than anyone.”

  “Practice.”

  “Chastity,” she corrected him. “It’s what’s makes you a better lover, you know that. And a better man as well.”

  He had nothing to say to that and just kissed her again. His stiff cock pressed into her stomach and she could feel the hardness of the ring contrasting with the hardness of his flesh. “I suppose we should get you suited up,” she said, pushing him off and rolling to the side grab a condom she had set aside. Basil rolled onto his back and he calmly let her grab his cock and start to open the plastic packet.

  “You’re making a lot of precum,” she commented, pausing in her task and dipping her finger into the clear fluid that was steadily seeping from the end of his cock and through the hole made by the CBR he now wore.

  “I’m really horny,” he commented.

  “Understandable,” she agreed. Instead of rolling the condom on him, she continued to play with the slippery fluid, circling her finger around his head and then down the length of his cock. There was more than enough of the fluid. “Would you like me to make you cum like this?” she asked wiggling her finger across his sensitive head. He was more than ready to cum and too much attention would make him pop off before he was ready.

  “No. Please no.”

  “I’ll make it quick, I promise!”

  “Don’t make it quick!”

  Dorothy laughed at him. “This is so much fun. We should make you go a few months without getting off at all.”

  “No thank you.”

  “How long is the longest you went in chastity for Marci?” Dorothy’s finger had slowed and she was making slow, lazy circles around the corona now, not trying to make him cum, but keeping him right on edge.”

  “Thirty eight days,” he admitted.

  “You know I’m going to make you do longer than that, right?”

  He nodded. “I know.”

  “Are you ready to cum for me?”

  “You know I am.”

  “I should make you wait a bit longer.”

  “It’s fucking torture.”

  Dorothy laughed at him again. “Of course it is, that’s what makes it fun.” Before he could say anything else she rolled the condom down over his cock. When it was on, she paused to look at the CBR trapped under the latex, though clearly visible through the thin material. She wondered what it would feel like when she got it inside her, but knew at the same time she wasn’t going to find out.

  “All ready?” she asked him as she applied some lube to the outside of the latex sheath, making sure he was slippery and once again assuring herself that he plenty hard and on edge.

  Basil nodded. He wasn’t willing to risk saying anything out loud. His body was already quivering with anticipation.

  In deference to his need, Dorothy took the bottom position, legs open and pussy welcoming. He climbed on top and she grabbed his cock as if to guide it into her, but she kept a firm grip on his manhood and didn’t let him get more than the tip against her wet lips.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  “Please…” he begged.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this hard and hot,” she told him, still blocking access to her pussy.

  “I really need it…”

  “I know you do,” she practically purred at him. “But have you earned it?”

  “Yes…”

  “Okay then,” she acquiesced, but instead of guiding him in, she stroked him several times.

  It was too much for Basil. He knew once he started fucking her he would cum. The buildup had been too great. He thrusted forward, pinning her hand between his body and her thigh.

  The head of his cock got inside her pink pussy before he started cumming. He sank all the way in as the orgasm continued on, but he didn’t even have enough time to pull back for a single stroke before he was completely spent. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t how he wanted to cum.

  It was literally enough to make him cry and he started sobbing in her ear. Dorothy was equally amused and saddened. Already his cock was shrinking; she could feel it happening inside her pussy. She could also feel the heat of his cum; there had to be a huge amount of it, all contained by the condom. Gently she stroked his back, comforting him.


  “Did you have a nice cum?” she asked him.

  “No,” he sobbed.

  “I know,” she said without sympathy. “I wanted to give you a ruined orgasm, but this is almost as good. You know what this means, don’t you?”

  “No.”

  “I think you’re healed enough for the cage.”

  “No.”

  “Yes, I’m sure of it. Besides, we’ll need to put it on so you have enough time to build up a fresh batch of spunk for Marci. Don’t you want to please her with a nice big load?”

  “No.”

  “I know you do,” Dorothy continued on, ignoring his petulance and pretending this was exactly what he wanted and how he wanted to be treated, because it was exactly what he wanted and how he wanted to be treated.

  “I wanted to last longer,” he sobbed.

  “Oh, I’m sure you will. Right now, your cock is so out of practice and so useless, this was the best you could do. Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll find some other man who’ll be happy to fuck me the way you can’t.”

  Basil nodded against her neck and shoulder, quietly crying now. It was what he wanted and it hurt him to admit it.

  Chapter Ten

  It took some doing, but when they finally got the new cage on his cock, Basil was pleased. His old cage was an off the shelf model that was nothing more that steel bars and a retaining ring for behind his balls that were held together with a rather ordinary key padlock. He could feel the weight of it when it was on and the annoyance of having to wrap a rubber band around the lock—along with the rubber band breaking more than once inside his underwear—were inconveniences that he was eager to leave behind.

  The new cage was everything that his old one wasn’t. The lock was still in the same place, right above the base of his shaft where his pubic hair would have been if he wasn’t shaving it off, but it was integrated into the retaining ring that went around his balls. There was a special ring for his PA piercing at the end of the short tube that was the majority of the material for the cage. The idea was that he slid his flaccid cock down the tube and then the PA ring would go through his PA hole. The ring would fit snuggly into the base of the tube; the ring was held in place by the lock and the bit that went behind his balls. It was a struggle to get on the first few times, but once they figured out the mechanics of it, everything worked perfectly.