Honey Rendezvous

Kyle began to tremble slightly, unsteady on his heels, as Evan sat comfortably on the bed.

"I think you know already that I'm in charge now, don't you? So, we need to start making some changes. When I am here you don't touch anything or say anything without my approval, okay? You're such a pretty little thing, but you need to learn now that you're my pretty little thing. Understand?"

Kyle's throat tightened. The butterflies that had been hovering in the background of his being suddenly rushed forward again. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

Evan landed a quick but firm smack on Kyle's ass. "Ah!" Kyle exclaimed, lurching forward a little, surprised by the sudden strike.

"Yes what?" Evan said, his voice still calm.

"Yes... Daddy." Kyle whimpered, body regaining its composure.

Evan gave another quick smack, slightly harder than before. "Louder."

"Yes, Daddy!" Kyle repeated, louder this time, as he stumbled a step forward. His balance remained tentative as he perched on 6" heels. He bit his lip, trying to fight through the sting on his skin. His fingers fumbled nervously at the hem of his skirt.

Evan circled him slowly, his eyes raking over every inch of Kyle's trembling form. "That's a good girl. Steady yourself. You can take it." He reached down and cupped Kyle's cage in one large hand, squeezing slightly. It was hard enough to make Kyle gasp and buck forward. "I think you need one more thing to complete this little look of yours."

Evan reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slim black collar made of simple leather with a small silver O-ring at the front. "On your knees, Kylie."

Kyle sank down, the soft carpet of the bedroom rubbing against the slick fabric of his stockings. Evan stepped behind him, fastened the collar snug around his throat and buckled it tight. Then he clipped a short black leach to the ring and gave it a sharp tug, yanking Kyle's head back slightly.

"You'll keep this on tonight. A little reminder of who is in charge now." Evan wrapped the leash around his fist, pulling Kyle forward until his face hovered inches from the bulge in Evan's jeans. "You can start by thanking me for taking over. For giving your wife the cock she craves. Your gonna use your mouth to show it."

Kyle's pulse roared in his ears. He could hear Jill downstairs in the kitchen, the clink of pots and pans, the smell of dinner wafting up the stairs as she cooked. It was one thing to submit to her or to them together, but she was not here now. This was just pure submission to Evan. The depravity of it all hit him like a wave, burning his cheeks, but making the cage feel tighter than ever, a fresh bead of pre-cum forming at its tip. He nodded, hands shaking as he reached for Evan's zipper.

Evan slapped his hand away. "No hands. Just that pretty mouth."

Kyle leaned in, lips parting to grip the zipper of Evan's jeans with his teeth. He struggled, tugging them down awkwardly, the metallic taste mixing with the growing heat in his belly. A second, but quicker, attempt helped to get Evan's boxers down. As Kyle raised his head again Evan's cock sprang free, thick and already hard. Kyle whimpered softly, the arousal within him churning like a tornado. His tongue instinctively flicked out to lap at the underside of Evan's cock like a desperate puppy.

Evan groaned, his hips rocking slightly. He positioned his shaft directly in front of Kyle's lips and pressed forward entering his mouth. "That's it. Show me you haven't forgotten how to suck me yet."

Kyle's mind reeled even as his mouth stayed open, his lips stretched thin around the thick head. "This is me... This is really me," he thought. It flowed through him like cold water. How could he be sucking off this asshole while his wife chopped vegetables downstairs, humming softly to herself the way she used to when they cooked together on lazy Sundays. Now he was here, kneeling, his face framed by pink waves, his ass hanging out of a tiny, pleated skirt, sucking the man who'd already claimed his wife and now seemed determined to claim every scrap of dignity Kyle had left too.

"Fuck... your sucking like you want it."

He hated how right Evan was. The cage felt impossibly tight, the pressure building with every thrust of the cock in his mouth, every humiliating slide of that heavy shaft over his tongue. Pre-cum leaked steadily from him now in thin, shameful threads connecting the pink plastic of the cage to the carpet below. He wanted to stop, to pull away, to rip the collar off and scream that this wasn't him, that he was still Kyle, still Jill's husband, still a man, but the growing storm inside him wouldn't let that happen. The storm inside that consumed him twisted harder than ever, mocking him and turning shame into heat, revulsion into desperation and aching into need.

Evan's pulled the leash tight and weaved the fingers of his free hand through Kyle's pink wig, guiding him with slow and deliberate force. He moved his head driving in another inch, stretching the corners of Kyle's mouth until they burned and his jaw ached. Kyle gagged slightly, his throat fluttering uselessly around the intrusion.

"Easy, princess," Evan murmured, almost gentle for a second. Then the mockery returned. "Breathe through your nose. You're gonna learn to take it all eventually. Jill does. She had years of practice on this cock, and it came right back to her like riding a bike. You'll get there too."

The words landed like a slap. Kyle's eyes watered, not just from the gag reflex but from the truth buried in the cruelty of his speech. He pictured Jill on her knees in Evan's apartment, the way she must have looked up at him with those hazel eyes, eager and unguarded in a way she hadn't been with Kyle in years. The image should have made him furious. Instead, it made suck harder, trying to match the image in his head. Pre-cum was pooling now on the floor in a slick puddle under Kyle's little cage.

Evan noticed. Of course he did.

"Fuck, you're leaking a lot," he said, his voice thick with amusement. He pulled back just enough to let Kyle gasp in a ragged breath, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to Evan's glistening shaft. "Tell me. Tell Daddy you love sucking his cock."

Kyle's voice came out wrecked and barely audible through thrusts of Evan's shaft. "I love... sucking your cock... Daddy..." The admission broke something loose inside him. Shame and arousal fused into one so that he couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. He leaned forward without being told, taking Evan back into his mouth, sucking harder now, his tongue pressing flat along the underside the way Jill had done to him so many times before. The thought that he was now the cock sucker and not her twisted like a knife in his gut, making him somehow work even more eagerly.

Evan groaned, his hips rocking in shallow bursts. "That's it. You're a fucking pro! Show me you know your place, slut."

Kyle did. He bobbed, hollowing his cheeks, letting tears fall freely from his face. Every degrading inch he took into his mouth felt like a surrender, and every mocking word from Evan made the butterflies within him rage harder as if they would burst from inside.

After what felt like an eternity, Evan finally pulled out with a wet plop. He slapped his slick shaft against Kyle's cheek, once, then again, leaving sticky steaks behind. "Turn around. Face down, ass up on the bed. Lift that skirt up like the slut you are."

Kyle obeyed, crawling onto the bed and bracing his body with his forearms. He presented his ass high, the short skirt flipping up to expose him completely. The cage dangled between his thighs, his testicles swollen and overflowing with need. Evan knelt behind him, one hand spreading his cheeks roughly. Kyle heard the faint click of a bottle opening, then a cold wet sensation at his opening. "Was this really going to happen," he thought, his body moving despite any reservations growing in his mind.

He didn't have time to think anymore about it. Evan aligned himself and pushed in with one slow, persistent thrust. The shock of it hit Kyle like lightning. It was an unbearably intense pressure, a burning stretch that tore him apart as his body yielded for the first time to a real cock. He tried to pull back away, but Evan grabbed his hips firmly and held him in place, pushing further, inch by inch. He became impossible deep, filling Kyle with an invasive ache that was at once overwhelming and merciless. Kyle's muscles clenched instinctively, trying to adjust, but the sensation radiated through him, making his toes curl and his breath come in sharp, ragged gasps. He let out a cry that escaped his lips as Evan's cock finally bottomed out.

"What a tight little hole. Bet you never fucked Jill like this... oh wait, she hasn't fucked you at all lately, has she?"

Klye whimpered, his hips twitching as Evan let his ass adapt to the sudden presence of Evan's thick cock. The pain gave way to discomfort and then to new sensations of pressure and pleasure that Kyle had never felt before. The realization of it all felt humiliating and yet fueled the fire that was growing inside him.

Evan began to move. Slow at first, stretching Kyle open as he thrust out and then back in again. Kyle's cage throbbed painfully, his body rocking back against Evan despite the humiliation, desperate for more. Evan wrapped the leash tighter around his hand and pulled back, arching Kyle's back, controlling him like a puppet.

"Who do you think will be the better fuck tonight, Kylie? You or your wife?" Evan chuckled, as he spanked Kyle's ass, making the soft skin of his butt jiggle.

Kyle's moans grew high and desperate, the heat inside him an inferno now, turning shame into unbearable need. Evan pulled out suddenly, leaving him feeling empty, as if the fullness he had been feeling was his natural state.

"I'm not done yet. Switch to your back. Legs up like a good whore."

Kyle rolled over, his skirt ruffled around his waist, desperate to be filled again. He lifted his legs in the air and spread them wide. Evan grabbed his ankles, pushing them back until Kyle was folded nearly in half, ass exposed and completely vulnerable. He waisted no time, re-entering Kyle with one deep thrust that forced itself in. Kyle's cage bounced within his panties with every slam, dribbles soaking into the lace fabric. The initial shock of penetration had faded being replaced by an intense fullness, sending waves of conflicting sensations through him.

Evan reached one hand down and pulled the fabric of Kyle's panties aside, freeing his little caged nub. He gave it a quick swat with his hand. "Oh fuck... what a bitch," Evan sneered. "Fuckin useless dude. That's why I'm in charge now." He leaned forward giving Kyle's thigh a sharp slap. "You're going to be my little bitch from now on, aren't you? Tell me."

"I'm... going to... unghh... be your little... bitch...mmpph" Kyle managed around groans of pain and pleasure. The humiliation of the confession made him clench tighter around Evan's cock, desperate for more.

The bedroom door creaked open.

Jill stood in the wooden frame, outlined by the brighter light from the hallway. She had a wooden spoon in her hand and was starting to announce that dinner was ready when she froze from the sight in front of her. Her eyes flickered around the room taking in the scene. Kyle laid on his back, legs pinned high, his skirt flipped up, a collar tight around his neck, the leash trailing up into Evan's hand. Evan kneeling on the bed, the light and shadows of the room playing against his muscles as he thrusted in and out of Kyle's flushed ass. She hadn't expected this, at least she hadn't expected this yet. Not like this. The sight of Kyle being fucked, his face twisted in overwhelming surrender, caught her completely off guard.

"Evan... what the...?" Her voice trailed off, a flush creeping up her neck. She stepped inside the room but didn't close the door yet. She was uncertain what to do. "I didn't... this is his first time... I just didn't expect him to..."

Evan didn't stop. He just slowed his pace enough to glance at her, smirking through a grunt. "Come on, Jilly. Close the door and sit down. Watch how good Kylie takes my dick."

Jill hesitated, her hand still clutching the doorframe. Her eyes darted between them, searching Kyle's desperate, pleading face, then Evan's commanding gaze. She could feel heat spreading through her body, in her belly, through her breasts and up her neck. "I just... I need to..."

"Sit," Evan commanded, his voice firm but coaxing. He thrust harder once for emphasis, making Kyle cry out in a high, broken moan that filled the room. "I want you to sit in the chair and touch yourself. I want to finish in him while you watch, baby."

Jill's breath was deep but steady. She closed the door softly, her movements slow, almost reluctant. She crossed to the upholstered chair in the corner and sat, her knees pressed together at first. Her eyes stayed locked on them, widening as Evan slapped Kyle's thigh again, then gripped the flesh of his leg tight while fucking Kyle deeper. With the other hand, Evan pushed Kyle's head sideways into the blankets, forcing him to look at Jill.

"See, Kylie? Preform for your wife, slut." Evan's voice dripped with mockery, tugging the leash to make Kyle choke and squirm beneath him.

Kyle's eyes began to water, but he pushed his hips back into Evan greedily, the words igniting fresh heat throughout his body.

Jill's knees parted slightly. Her hand slipped under her dress, tentatively at first, her fingers brushing up against the soft cotton of her panties. She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping as Evan laughed amusedly, slamming into Kyle harder.

"Such a good girl, isn't he?" Evan's continued, his free hand slapping Kyle's thigh once again. "Tell Jill you love it."

"I... I love it... Jill." Kyle forced out between grunts and moans as his body trembled with need.

Jill's fingers moved faster now, circling her clit through the fabric. Her other hand gripped the armrest with white knuckles. "God... Evan..." she breathed, her initial shock melting away into an intense heat. The more Evan dominated Kyle, slapping, mocking and fucking him into the bed, the hotter her gaze grew. She pushed her panties aside and dipped a finger into her already wet pussy, matching Evan's rhythm.

Evan growled, his eyes flicking between Kyle and Jill in the chair. "Fuck that's hot, baby. You're gonna make me cum."

Kyle closed his eyes. The realization that Evan was about to fill his tight hole with cum, marking him, owning him, was almost too much to take. His humiliation peaked, pushing him to the edge of an orgasm that would not come. His tiny cock twitched and dripped endlessly in its pink prison.

Evan gritted his teeth and then thrust in deep one last time, burying himself in Kyle with a guttural groan. His body pulsed, radiating an intense heat, as he found release over and over again. He let every drop of his seed spill into Kyle, the pressure of his body pinning him in place. Then he was spent, panting softly, until he came to a complete rest inside Kyle. He held there, staying buried for a moment, catching his breath, then pulled out roughly, a thin trickle of cum following his exit, dripping down Kyle's ass and pooling on the bed sheets.

He stood, tucked himself away and zipped up. His face was filled with a contented satisfaction. It contrasted sharply with the desperate unfulfilled expression on Kyle's face. He glanced at Jill, still fingering herself slowly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide, and smirked. "Dinner smells amazing, baby. Finish up if you need to and I'll be downstairs." He crossed the room to her and leaned in kissing her passionately. Then he whispered some parting instructions into her ear, low enough that Kyle couldn't make it out, and left the room.

Kyle was still on his back on the bed, legs splayed awkwardly, the pleated skirt bunched up around his waist like a discarded flag of surrender. Cum leaked slowly from his stretched hole, dribbling warm and viscous. The black leather collar remained snug around his throat, its short black leash coiled loosely beside his shoulders where Evan had dropped it. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths as he tried to regain his composure in the aftermath of being fucked. He found it hard to focus on anything but the emptiness of his ass and the tightness of the cage containing his arousal.

He had almost forgotten Jill was still in the room when she slowly got up from the chair and moved to the bed beside him. She cupped his face gently, her thumb brushing the moisture from his cheek.

"You okay, baby?" she whispered, her voice thick with arousal. "That was... intense..."

Kyle watched her, still catching his breath. The lingering fullness and ache radiated through him. He managed a small, shaky nod. His voice came out hoarse. "It... it hurt at first. Really hurt. But then... Then he just... filled everything. I couldn't think... I just... felt him."

She searched his eyes, then nodded, a small smile curved her lips. One hand trailed down his body, while the other began to touch herself again. "Good," she said, "because... I'm not done yet."

She knelt on the bed next to him and hiked up her dress exposing the full curve of her ass and the soft fabric of her panties. With one hand she pulled them aside, revealing swollen pink lips, slick with anticipation. Using her other hand, she steadied herself and lifted a leg repositioning her body over Kyle's face. Straddling his head carefully, she lowered her wetness, pressing it against his mouth. "Make me cum, baby."

Kyle obeyed, his tongue delving in, tasting her sweet and heady sex. Jill moaned softly, grinding down to meet his enthusiasm. She continued to circle her clit as she rode his face, her free hand reaching down to cup Kyle's cage. He could feel her small hand firm against the plastic, her fingertips brushing gently against his testicles. The act was intimate but also possessive. Her thighs trembled around his head as her hips moved with increased passion. She came quickly, her body shuddering with a sharp cry, flooding his mouth with her release.
She sat on top of him for a long moment, her cheeks flushed red with arousal and recently fulfilled lust. Finally, she moved from his face and laid prostrate beside him. She studied his expression, the lust, the heat and the pleading for release. She smoothed away some pink hair from his face, caressing his cheek. "You did so good, baby," she murmured, her voice soft but thick with control. "Your first time... and you took him so beautifully. I'm so proud of you." Jill's eyes flashed with the fresh heat of the memory. She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth where her taste still lingered on his lips. "It was so sexy... Those shocked little gasps you made... God, it was hot."

She stood slowly, smoothing her hair, then glanced toward the bedroom door. Downstairs, the faint clink of plates being set on the table drifted up, followed by the sound of Evan's voice humming a little song. Jill looked back at Kyle. Her expression shifted. It was still tender, but now she had an air of quiet authority behind her eyes.

"Stay right here," she told him. "Don't move. Don't clean up yet. I want you to lie there exactly like this until we come back up after dinner."

Kyle's breath caught. "But... dinner..."

"You'll eat later." She crouched again, her fingers tracing the collar's edge. "From now on, when Evan is here, and I think he's going to be here a lot, you don't get to decide when you eat, or when you clean up, or when you speak, okay? That's his call now." She ran a hand along his belly. "Tonight, he already decided that you should stay marked and messy until we're ready for round two."

She reached between his legs and gave the cage a gentle but firm pat. It was enough to make him whimper and clench, pushing a little more of Evan's cum from him.

"Feel that?" she whispered. "That's him still inside you. Keep it there. Don't push it out. I want to see it dripping when I come back."

Kyle's face burned, but his body responded instantly. An intense increase in his arousal was met with the useless straining of his cock against the confines of its cage.

Jill stood up fully now, smoothing her dress down one last time. She looked at him, collared, cum-smeared, with a wrinkled skirt and trembling legs and smiled. It was the same soft, loving smile she'd given him for years, but now it carried a new weight.

"I love you," she said simply. "And I love that you're finally learning your place."

She turned and walked to the door. Before she opened it, she glanced back over her shoulder.

"Hands behind your head. Legs spread. Remember, stay like that. If you move even an inch before I say so, Evan will know. I don't want him to have to punish you, baby."

Then she left, the door closing slightly behind her, leaving just a shaft of light entering from the hallway beyond.

Kyle obeyed. He laced his fingers behind his head and spread his knees wider. He felt the slow, obscene trickle of cum continue down the curve of his ass. The position left him entirely exposed. He could feel his pulse push against the leather of the collar and the growing strain in his spread legs.

Downstairs the sounds were clearer now. He could make out the scrape of chairs being pulled out, Jill's bright laugh, Evan's deeper rumble in response, the popping of a cork and the clinking of glasses. Silverware touched plates.

Then Jill's voice, light and teasing, floated up the stairs. "Kylie made such a pretty mess upstairs. Are you sure you don't want to let him come down for dessert?"

Evan's answering laugh was low and satisfied, "Make him wait. He performs better when he's desperate."

More laughter floated from below as he could hear them move on with their dinner. Kyle closed his eyes, his body still humming with the humiliation of his new position. The butterflies within him had become a permanent storm now, churning endlessly in his belly.

He lay there, exactly as ordered, his legs spread, hands behind his head, Evan's cum slowly seeping out of him, listening to his wife and her lover share a dinner in the home that used to be only theirs. Both satisfied from the release he had provided them. A release he was not allowed to have.

And somewhere beneath the ache and the shame, a small, traitorous part of him had a realization. A realization that he didn't want to be anywhere else.