He rolled his head back. “Oh yeah, that’s … pretty good.”
Ms. Blake maintained a straight posture. “Sometimes, men and women are just incompatible.”
Tommy closed one eye as the tingles started in his loins. “What? What do you mean by that?”
A few seconds later, the orgasm hit. Tommy’s body was conditioned to climax at this time of the day, so it typically didn’t take long to lose his load. A thick spurt of cum shot from the end, landing in a tissue that Ms. Blake had provided. She wiped him clean as more seed oozed out, catching every last drop.
After, she tossed the tissue into a wastebasket and retrieved the chastity cage. Tommy’s cock was slow to deflate, but when it did, Ms. Blake guided the limp head and shaft of it into the device. A piece wrapped underneath his scrotum to make sure it all stayed in place.
It was surprisingly lightweight. Tommy wasn’t even aware of it unless he was looking down at the thing. Besides, it wouldn’t be a problem for a few hours, until the urge to climax came again.
“That’s it?”
Ms. Blake nodded. “Yes. An invoice will be mailed to your residence in a few days.”
“But only if it works,” Tommy added. “Which I doubt.”
“Thank you so much,” said Rachel, standing and slinging her purse over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to experience my new husband.”
Tommy snorted. “I doubt he’ll be any different than the old one.”
Later, Tommy had forgotten all about the chastity cage. With the sun setting outside, and long shadows casting onto the tiny urban street, he stuffed himself into his favorite office chair, opened an internet browser, and loaded a bookmarked link. Instantly, a video of a busty blonde flashed up, her fake tits already being pulled out of an undersized bra. Some man was handling her rough, shoving a tongue into her mouth. Her moans came through the speakers, echoing throughout the room.
“Finally,” Tommy muttered, undoing his pants and reaching into his underwear. His fingertips touched metal. “Shit. I forgot about that fucking thing.”
As the blonde began to remove every piece of clothing on her body and bend over to suck her partner’s massive dick, Tommy realized his predicament. Getting off wasn’t exactly possible if he couldn’t touch his manhood. The gaps between the metal bars were simply too small. Even his pinkie wouldn’t fit.
Dammit, he thought, eyes turning back to the screen as the blonde’s cheek bulged outward due to the cock in her mouth. Thick ropes of drool hung from her bottom lip, slinging everywhere. What am I supposed to do, just resist the urge?
Despite the obvious lack of direct stimulation, the effect of watching a stacked porn star perform a nasty blowjob wasn’t lost on Tommy’s crotch. His cock began to inflate as always, enticed by the dirty video. Naturally, he imagined himself in the guy’s place, receiving one hell of a rim-job on his prized possession. There was no way he’d last as long as the male actor, though. That’s why they got paid.
Within seconds, there was a problem. His manhood was enlarging so quickly that the metal cage soon became a restriction. And Tommy couldn’t just will it to go down, either! The head of it smashed into the end, while each of the metal bars pressed into the swelling shaft, confining it to the fixed space.
Worse yet, it burned like hell.
Tommy winced, grabbing the armrests hard. The porn video was out of his mind now. In fact, he closed it just to remove the visual stimulation. Still, his cock did everything it could to burst free, flesh squeezing through the gaps painfully.
“Ah! Goddammit! Just go down!”
The burning sensation intensified. It was so hot now that it felt like his dick was inside an oven, and the temperature was slowly rising.
“Jesus Christ!”
“I have always wanted to start a family since moving to America,” Esperanza said, smiling. “It was my dream since I was a little girl, to move to a big city and become a mother. I used to treat my dolls as children. I’d carry them around and show my friends, even giving them names and dressing them everyday.”
Marcus scooted closer to his wife, slipping a hand into her palm. She clasped it gently. This marriage counselor was unlike any he had ever seen before, but he didn’t want the strange woman to think they were drifting apart. Their marriage was as strong as ever.
Ms. Blake put her hands around the glowing crystal ball. There was motion inside, Marcus saw. The way the cloud moved was rather entrancing, like a silent dance. He suddenly felt more confident.
“And what about you?” Ms. Blake looked to him. “Esperanza is very insistent about being a mother.”
“That she is,” Marcus agreed.
“Do you not share the same desire, to be a father? A child needs two parents.”
“Oh, Marcus is rarely around,” Esperanza said. “If I had a child, it would only be me there to raise him. This is his first time in town in the past two weeks. I was so lucky you were able to see us.”
Ms. Blake’s eyes didn’t waver. “Marcus?”
Marcus shook his head. The woman’s green eyes were easy to lose himself in.
“I just … I don’t know. Parenthood is a very special moment, and I want to be a father.”
Esperanza squeezed his hand harder, smiling.
“But not right away.”
Esperanza’s smile faded. “We’ve been married for three years. When is it time? All I want is to be a loving mother. It was my only dream. I wanted you to be the one, Marcus. We could have several babies together.”
Marcus gulped. “Several?”
Ms. Blake peered into the crystal ball, holding her hands steady. “And how is your home?”
“Oh, it’s a safe neighborhood,” Esperanza said. “Plenty of rooms. I’m so lucky to have a husband with a good-paying job. Everything’s covered.”
Ms. Blake nodded. “I see.”
Marcus tugged at his collar. Children were a huge responsibility, especially several of them! And, having a baby meant slowing down. He wasn’t ready for that yet. Besides, why was their disagreement such a big deal? Marcus had almost choked when he heard that his wife had made an appointment with some weird marriage counselor. He expected to see some well-dressed woman on the fifteenth floor downtown, not a lady wearing strange, colorful garments and doing her best to impersonate a fortune teller. Marcus had his doubts about her profession, but he refrained from speaking his mind, for his wife’s sake.
He removed his hand from his wife’s grasp.
“Esperanza, dear, I’m just not ready for kids. I’d rather be home for them, when they come. Not thousands of miles away. I would never see them.”
“Then get a different job,” she said. “Get one in town.”
“I … that’s not such an easy thing to ask. I can’t just stop what I’ve been doing my whole career.”
Ms. Blake closed her eyes. “I see the problem that ails you, Esperanza.” The room echoed with her voice. “The maternal instinct within you is strong, as strong as I’ve ever felt. Every morning without a child is one less day you’ll be there for her.”
Esperanza’s eyes lit up. “Her? You mean, a baby girl?”
Ms. Blake’s mouth displayed a hint of a smile. “Yes. Very soon. I know you’ll be a loving mother. Your daughter will love you back, with all of her heart.”
Esperanza brought a tissue to her face, wiping the tears from her eyes. Marcus always loved seeing her smile, though the woman’s words were a little puzzling. For one thing, he hadn’t had unprotected sex with Esperanza since late last year. If she were to ever get pregnant, Marcus would be the first to know—before she told everyone else she knew, anyway.
“Put your hand in mine,” Ms. Blake requested.
Esperanza did as she was told.
“There is conflict within you. I can feel it. You hold it back, but you know what I’m talking about. Your dream of being a mother had a prerequisite. You had to find a suitable partner for marriage, a father who would give you the gift you so despe
rately crave.”
Esperanza nodded, causing a lone tear to stream down her face. “Yes. A husband who can love as much as me.”
“But he doesn’t, Esperanza. Don’t you see? Your desire for parenthood is one-sided. Your husband does not want what you want. He may never, in fact.”
Esperanza yanked her hand away. “No! That’s not true! Marcus does want a child. He’s just not ready yet. You heard him say it. But, your vision says the opposite. You told me yourself! I would have a child, and very soon.”
Ms. Blake nodded. “Yes. A baby girl. Your very own to raise.”
“Then, I do not understand. I love my husband with all my heart. I respect his wishes. I do not agree, but I respect him. He will want a child.”
Marcus gulped.
Esperanza stood abruptly. “Come on. We’re leaving. Coming to Ms. Blake was a mistake. She says different things, wants us to believe her act.”
Ms. Blake’s expression remained unchanged.
“I’m not paying for anything you charge me for.”
“The bill will come in a few days,” Ms. Blake assured.
“Then I will toss it in the trash,” Esperanza spat. “Come, Marcus. Take me back to the car.”
“But, before you go.”
Marcus turned to see the strange woman reaching under the table. She pulled out a pair of white capsules, the sort that he would expect to find in a bottle of prescription medicine.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Don’t bother with her,” said Esperanza.
“You need them,” the woman explained. “Right away when you get home. Take them on an empty stomach with water.”
“Come on.” Esperanza tugged on his shirt.
“Wait a second. You had a friend that said Ms. Blake was reliable, right?”
“That was before I met her for myself. And now she’s trying to make you sick so you have to come back for the antidote. It’s a scam.”
“We have no reason to distrust her.”
Marcus returned to the table, glancing at the crystal ball one last time before peering down at the two tiny capsules. He picked up one between his fingers, and then the other.
“What is this stuff?”
“A special treat,” Ms. Blake said, smiling. “It appears I cannot mend what is broken between the two of you, but I won’t let you go without offering a service.”
Marcus was frozen there, lost in her green eyes again. They were even more hypnotizing since the woman never seemed to blink. Several seconds went by before he realized he was staring rudely. He shook his head and wiped the drool from his bottom lip, cupping the pills securely in his palm.
“The travel takes a toll on you,” she went on. “That there is a unique supplement. Rejuvenation, Marcus. Unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Take them both with water, like I said. You’ll feel younger than ever before.”
He nodded. “Uh, yeah, sure. Okay.”
By the time he turned for the exit, Esperanza was already gone—no doubt in a rush to get back to the heated seats. It was cold in Ms. Blake’s “office.” It wasn’t much better at street-level either. He thanked the strange woman for the service and went on his way, back up to the noisy urban jungle waiting at the top of the steps.
Back at home, Marcus eyed one of the pills before sticking it into his mouth and swallowing it down with water. When nothing happened immediately, he popped the second one in. Minutes passed without any adverse effects. Truthfully, he was expecting as much. Marcus wanted to believe that Ms. Blake was entirely truthful and legitimate, despite her odd business dwelling. Yet, he had a feeling that the pills were nothing more than placebos.
“This is definitely the right one,” he heard Esperanza say from across the apartment.
He found her in the hallway, staring into a room that overlooked Central Park. Outside, the sun was still out, though the light in the sky had begun to wane. There wasn’t a single cloud to be seen.
Marcus stepped behind her, slipping an arm around her waist. When she didn’t protest, he nuzzled into her cheek, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“The right one?”
“For the baby,” she said. “For our little girl.”
Marcus cleared his throat. “Esperanza, I don’t know if that woman was being entirely truthful. She only said what you wanted to hear. You said it yourself.”
She turned to him, a breath escaping her lips. Marcus thought she was about to come in for a kiss, but she held her distance, their mouths just inches apart.
“Marcus, please have a baby with me. It’s all I ever wanted. I dreamed of having one of my own someday. I can’t even remember when I didn’t want one. It can be a boy or girl. I don’t care which. I just want a child of my own to love.”
“You don’t prefer a girl?”
“Oh, I would!” Her eyes lit up. “But, that’s a choice neither one of us makes.”
Marcus remained silent. He wanted this moment to last, her in his arms, her perfect lips just begging to be kissed. The scent of her filled his nostrils, while his fingers memorized the small circumference of her waist underneath the dress.
But he had to say something. Silence was impolite, even if Marcus feared for what would happen after his answer. He said the words in his mind before opening his lips to speak, getting them just right.
“I’m just not ready for a child yet.”
He looked up again, willing his eyes to meet his wife’s. Esperanza didn’t respond right away. In fact, her attention appeared to be elsewhere, somewhere below his chin.
“What is it?”
“Marcus, have you looked at yourself lately?”
“Ten minutes ago in the bathroom,” he said. “Any reason?”
“Yeah, you’re swimming in your clothes!”
Not just that, he instantly realized. Esperanza was several inches shorter than him. Even in heels, there was still a noticeable gap between them. That wasn’t the case anymore. Now, they were perfectly eye-to-eye, both around the same height. Hell, he might’ve had to look up a little to meet her gaze!
She stepped back. “Marcus, something’s wrong. That woman did this. I know it! She cursed you.”
Looking down, he saw it all for himself. His wife hadn’t been wrong; the bottoms of his pant legs were touching the floor, all bunched up over his shoes. Likewise, the ends of the sleeves were down over his thumbs, covering most of his hands. The entire suit felt a few sizes too large, but that hadn’t been the case a minute ago. It was professionally tailored. Marcus always insisted. Now he felt like a teenager trying on his father’s clothing.
Esperanza covered her mouth. “Marcus, you’re shrinking!”
Tommy angled his body under the showerhead, bringing his manhood underneath the ice-cold spray of the water. A trail of clothes led from the bathroom door—pants, shirt, and ending with his underwear.
“That bitch,” he muttered, picturing Ms. Blake sitting behind her table with that fake crystal ball.
The burning wouldn’t cease. Tommy had rushed to the bathroom when the pain struck, when his dick had swollen beyond the dimensions that the chastity cage would allow. It quickly deflated when the cold water touched it, yet the irritation hadn’t dissipated completely. Now softer than before, his dick was red all over, more akin to a misshapen pepper than a recognizable part of his crotch.
With most of his body soaked, Tommy twisted the knob, ending the spray of water. The chastity cage was dripping-wet, as well as everything it covered. Inside, his shrunken male member was no more than half the size of its painful prison. Tommy hoped that maybe the cage would come off on its own now, but that wasn’t the case. It remained firmly attached. A gentle pull didn’t change that.
Tommy dried himself off, cursing under his breath. Rachel came in a few seconds later. He hadn’t heard her enter the apartment.
“What is it?”
“What is it?” he repeated. “Look! This damn cage is gonna cause permanent damage! It already hurts like hell.
”
“Don’t be silly,” said Rachel. “That’s what chastity cages are designed to do. You can’t get an erection with it on. I thought you knew that when agreeing to it.”
Tommy clenched his fingers into a fist. “Tomorrow morning, it’s coming off.”
When his wife left, Tommy inspected the damage again. His cock looked so puny in that little cage, limper than he’d ever seen it before. The head was concealed by a bundle of wrinkly foreskin, still reddened from the irritation. In fact, Tommy could see individual lines in the skin from where the chastity cage had pinched it painfully. It’d be many days before he could stroke it again. That was going to be a hell worse than wearing that stupid device.
If there’s any permanent damage, I’m gonna sue her ass, he thought to himself. Even if he only managed a settlement, there was no way the court would rule in Ms. Blake’s favor. And forget paying for her services! Tommy would rip that invoice in half once it came in the mail.
Once he was dressed again, Tommy found Rachel in the bedroom, a tissue in her hand. She blotted her eyes.
Not this again.
She noticed him enter. “Is it really true?”
Tommy sighed. “What is?”
“Ms. Blake … she said something about a coworker, said you were—”
“I’m not cheating on you, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s the same answer as before. Nothing’s changed, Rachel.” He showed her the ring finger with the wedding band.
“But, she said you would,” she sniffled.
“Oh, so Ms. Blake can somehow predict the future with her little crystal ball? Come on, Rachel. Don’t tell me you believe that nonsense. She already tried to swindle us.”
They never used to argue. Tommy could snap his fingers, and Rachel would open her legs. She always seemed to enjoy the sex. They were in each other’s arms every night, well after the sun went down. It didn’t matter if they had to be up early the next morning; Tommy would always find another orgasm in him, whether it was by her hand or his.
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