Chapter 14: A poisoned gift

The next morning, Sam woke up early, the memory of the previous night still fresh in his mind. He put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, hoping to maintain some normality. He prepared coffee in the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the room and bringing with it a pleasant warmth. He had already drunk several cups when Frank and Julie finally came out of the bedroom. Both were completely naked, their bodies shimmering in the morning light that fell through the windows. Julie still looked stunning, even though the marks of the night were still clearly visible on her skin - red marks, bruises and the underlying redness of passion, with bite marks again visible on her breasts.

Frank was hard to miss, his physical presence filled the room. His oversized penis still hung impressively large between his muscular legs despite the relaxation. Sam couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy and respect, combined with his own suppressed lust.

“Good morning,” Sam said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

“Morning, Sam,” Frank replied with a self-satisfied grin as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Julie nodded to Sam as well and poured herself some coffee. They sat down at the table together while Sam became aware of the strange contrast - he was the only one dressed, while the other two sat completely naked and unabashed in front of him.

“How are you feeling this morning, Sam?” Julie asked with a genuine interest in her voice.

Sam felt his throat constrict, but he forced himself to smile. “I’m fine, thank you. Last night was ... intense, to say the least.” He looked at Julie and Frank, whose relaxed posture almost made him nervous. He thought for a moment before turning the conversation to a topic that had been on his mind all night. “Julie, Frank ... I wanted to talk to you about that,” he began carefully and paused briefly, “the cage. He ... How much do you want me to ... well, how long...”

Julie took a sip of her coffee, her eyes shiny from the tiredness of the morning, and put her hand on Sam’s arm. “Baby it’s all good,” she said, seeking his gaze.

Frank added: “Sam, I understand that the cage bothers you a bit, don’t worry, we haven’t forgotten about you. I’ll decide when it comes off, but you’re behaving so well that I’m sure we’ll be able to take it off later.”

Sam’s heart leapt for joy. He hadn’t seen his best piece for over a week and Frank’s words gave him hope. The prospect of freedom, even if only temporary, was like a ray of hope on the horizon. “Frank says he has another present for you,” Julie continued. “Why don’t you sit in the living room with him? I’ll get it.” Sam nodded and followed Frank into the living room. The room was comfortably furnished, with warm tones and soft furniture that created an inviting atmosphere, where yesterday Sam was still licking his wife clean of Frank’s treats. Frank flopped down on the couch and gestured for Sam to take a seat in the armchair opposite. Sam sat down and felt the tension slowly drain from his body as Julie, after a quick kiss on Frank’s forehead, left the room naked to get the present. Both men stared after Julie’s ass as she walked towards the bedroom.

Her movements were elegant and supple, and although she was naked, she radiated a confidence and natural beauty that always captivated Sam. Her fair skin and delicate curves shimmered like her golden hair in the sunlight streaming through the windows, leaving an almost ethereal aura.

Sam was now sitting on the armchair and couldn’t help but be excited and nervous at the same time. Frank, who was sitting relaxed on the couch, relaxed and grinned reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Sam. You’ll love it.” A short time later, Julie returned. In her hands she carried a small package, carefully decorated with elegant wrapping paper and a bow. She sat down next to Frank on the couch and ceremoniously handed the package to Sam. They both looked at it eagerly. Julie’s naked body was pressed against Frank’s, her skin color contrasting beautifully with Frank’s dark, tanned skin. Her breasts, soft and round, pressed against his muscular chest, and her legs were wrapped lightly over his. Frank’s huge penis remained in a semi-erect state, a calm contrast to the intensity of the night before.

Sam accepted the gift with trembling hands and looked at the two of them. Their faces radiated curiosity and expectation. For a moment, he wondered what might be inside. Hopefully something that would give him the same pleasure that Frank and Julie had enjoyed the previous evening, he thought to himself. With careful movements, he untied the bow and pulled off the wrapping paper. When he opened the lid of the parcel, he didn’t see anything that looked familiar at first. It was a pile of fabric - decorative fabric trimmed with lace. He lifted a piece and took a closer look: suspenders and women’s underwear.

Confusion showed on Sam’s face as he held up individual pieces. “Isn’t this ... something for Julie?” he asked uncertainly, glancing back and forth between Frank and Julie. Julie smiled mischievously and stroked Frank’s arm. “No, Sam. This is for you. You’re going to wear it for us today.” Sam swallowed and his heartbeat quickened. “For me?” he whispered, still stunned by the turn the conversation had suddenly taken.

Frank looked at Sam seriously and said: “Yes, Sam. I went to a lot of trouble picking it out. I want you to put it on.” Sam looked at the lingerie again and his confusion slowly turned to resistance. “But ... I can’t wear this. It’s women’s underwear. It’s...,” he protested, feeling his face grow hot.

Frank instantly became more authoritative. “Sam, you’ve done so well. Do you really want to lose your hard-earned freedom from the cage again because of a few pieces of cloth?” His voice was firm and brooked no argument. Sam swallowed hard. “I ... I want out of the cage so badly,” he said softly as the desperation in his voice came through.

“Then make up your mind now,” Frank said cuttingly. “Put it on or we won’t be doing anything else today.” The inevitability of his decision hit Sam like a blow. He could find no more words of resistance and nodded hesitantly. “Okay, I’ll do it.” With a deep breath, he stood up from the armchair and began to undress in front of the two of them. Piece by piece, he removed his clothes until his truly last piece of clothing, the penis cage, still remained shining between his legs. It looked tiny and squashed in the tight steel casing.

“I don’t know how to dress like this,” he confessed, his uncertainty overwhelming him.

Julie stood up and went to him, a gentle smile on her lips. “I’ll help you,” she said softly. She took the suspenders and knelt down in front of him. Gently but firmly, she guided the straps around his legs and fastened the thin, elastic bands. Her movements were precise and purposeful, while her hands occasionally made warming contact with his skin. Julie knelt down in front of Sam, her movements calm and purposeful. She took one of the suspenders out of the packaging and carefully unfolded it. The lace and the thin material shimmered subtly. She began to slip the suspender stocking over Sam’s foot, her fingers lightly caressing his skin. Slowly and methodically, she slid the stocking over his leg, the silky surface of the fabric gliding gently over his calf and then further up, over his knee and thigh. Her face was very close to his penis cage. Sam could hear the soft clink of the metal cage as she moved in front of him and felt her warm breath on his skin. His penis rebelled desperately in its prison, pulsing and straining to free itself.

Julie pulled the first stocking further up until it sat securely on his upper thigh and fastened it to the holder. Then she took the second stocking and repeated the process with the same care and attention, her fingertips literally dancing over the sensitive points of his skin. Again her face was close to his cage, which was now within reach. Each of her breaths made the cage clink a little, the metal shimmering against her familiar chest from her own warmth.

When both suspenders were securely fastened, she stood up for a moment and handed Sam the black panties, decorated with fine lace. “Now, Sam, put them on,” she said gently as she helped him guide his legs into the openings.

The panties were soft and supple. Julie carefully guided the fabric upwards, her fingers sliding over his thighs as she fully grasped the intimacy of the moment. The front of the panty was specially shaped and as she pulled it over his cage, Sam noticed the hole made for the exact placement of his cage. Slowly and carefully Julie pulled the fabric higher and arranged it correctly so that the cage was clearly visible sticking out of the hole. Looking down, Sam spoke the hole in the front of the panties. “Why is there a hole?” he asked, confused. Julie’s face was very close to Sam’s cage again. Her breath brushed the small metal plate, and Sam could hardly bear the mixture of humiliation and incomprehensible arousal. His trapped member pressed desperately against the rigid confines.

Frank leaned forward on the couch and explained, “The hole is there so that your little penis cage remains visible. That way it’s clearly visible and we know you’re still wearing it.” Sam felt the reality of the situation crash down on him. The panties were tight and the hole clearly framed the tiny cage, which was now virtually on display. The feeling of being encased in these intimate fabrics while his cage peeked out of the hole was overwhelming. Julie returned to Frank on the couch and sat next to him again, their naked bodies radiating an unexpected familiarity and warmth. “You look good, Sam,” Julie said with a hint of pride. Frank, pleased with Sam’s new appearance, smiled more broadly and suggested, “Now we should have breakfast. Sam, be a good boy and get everything ready.”

Sam nodded obediently and wanted to put some clothes back on to have a little more coverage over the suspenders and cage, but Frank held him back. “Sam, we’re not leaving the house today. There’s no need for you to keep getting dressed.” With a resigned sigh, Sam walked into the kitchen, still clad only in his suspenders and the penis cage. Julie followed him, also naked, her movements light and graceful. The two of them worked together to prepare breakfast. Julie took some fresh fruit and began to cut it into small pieces, while Sam put on new coffee and made toast. The image of the scene was both bizarre and mesmerizing: Julie, completely naked, moved deftly around the kitchen. Her body looked almost ethereal in the natural light, her breasts swayed slightly with every step and her skin glowed with health. Sam, on the other hand, was also naked, apart from the suspenders and the penis cage that hung from his manhood like a stern monument. Every step, every movement emphasized the unusual structure.

When Frank finally joined them, he leaned casually against the doorframe and watched them contentedly as they worked. Breakfast was quickly ready - a simple meal consisting of toast, eggs, bacon and a few slices of fruit. “Sit down, breakfast is served,” Sam finally said when everything was ready.

All three sat down at the table, Sam was the only one who still felt somehow covered - as if the fine fabrics and the cage wrapped him protectively, but in reality only exposed him all the more. Julie and Frank, on the other hand, were completely relaxed, their interaction a picture of intimacy and uninhibited passion. They had breakfast together, the atmosphere was calm and almost familiar. Sam, however, was always aware of how unusual this situation was. He could feel Frank and Julie’s eyes on him - scrutinizing and somehow proud.

After breakfast, Frank leaned back in his chair and looked at Julie and Sam with a thoughtful expression. “I got a message from Larry,” he began. “He’s approached me about a meeting. If it’s convenient for everyone, he’d like to do it in a couple of weeks.”

Sam, who got up without being asked and started clearing the table. He collected the plates, took them to the sink and began to wash them. Julie leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him and unable to hide an amused smile. Frank remained seated at the table, a picture of relaxed dominance. “Sam, you’re doing very well. You’ll get used to this role,” Frank finally said, his voice soothing but also assertive.

Julie nodded in agreement as she savored her coffee in small sips. “That sounds good with Larry. What do you think, Sam?” Sam, who was still busy washing up, turned to the two of them and tried to hide his uncertainty. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he replied, his voice a little hesitant. He had no idea what to expect from this meeting.

“Good, then I’ll tell him,” Frank said with satisfaction and sipped his coffee. He watched Julie go to the sink and begin to help Sam dry the plates. Her naked body moved with a reassuring grace and she didn’t seem to mind working in this intimate setting. Sam could hardly take his eyes off Julie, who was standing next to him and helping him, for a while. Their eyes met occasionally, and each time she gave him an encouraging smile. The contrast between her natural beauty and his own exposed vulnerability created an oddity that was both unsettling and exciting for him.

When the last of the dishes had been dried and put away, Julie leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at Sam. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. I’m sure the meeting will be fun. You’ll see,” she said reassuringly as she stroked his hair tenderly. Sam nodded and tried to imagine what Larry was planning for him. Uncertainty gnawed at him, but the trust Julie and Frank were placing in him gave him an air of confidence.

With the kitchen in pristine condition, Sam returned to Frank and Julie, who were just settling back down on the couch. “Well, that’s settled then,” Frank said, putting an arm around Julie. “We’ve still got a bit of time before then, so let’s just keep enjoying what we’ve got here.” Sam sat back down in the armchair and tried to clear his thoughts.

The day passed leisurely, filled with conversations and games that kept the trio occupied. The casual atmosphere helped Sam gradually get used to his unusual get-up. The games switched from cards and board games to lighter activities such as charades and even a little dancing, during which they laughed a lot. Towards the afternoon, Frank sat back with a smile and watched Sam as he played a round of charades. “You know, Sam,” he began, “these clothes really suit you. I never thought someone like you would look so good in it.”

Julie nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yeah, it really emphasizes your shape. There’s something about it that’s ... attractive.” Sam blushed slightly at the compliments, but he managed a small smile in return. “Thanks, I guess,” he mumbled nervously as he sat back down.

The trivial conversations continued, from trivial everyday topics to heartfelt anecdotes that they shared as the hours passed. Frank would occasionally talk about work, and Julie would tell Sam about some books she had been reading lately. The dynamic between them was casual and intimate, a pattern that ran throughout the afternoon.

Later that evening, when the sun was already beginning to bathe the sky in warm orange tones, Frank leaned forward and said with a mysterious smile: “You know, Sam, that wasn’t all of your present.” Sam stared back and forth between Frank and Julie, confused. “What do you mean?” he asked, not hiding the uncertainty in his voice. Frank stood up and stretched, stretching his muscular arms in the air, his huge cock hanging powerfully between his legs. “Julie and I would like to go for a walk now. But before we go, I’d like to give you the second part of your present.”

Sam nodded slowly, wondering what would come next. Frank and Julie began to get ready, slipping into casual clothes - simple T-shirts and comfortable pants. The contrast to Sam’s own provocative attire couldn’t have been greater. Once they had changed and were ready to leave the house, Frank handed Sam another carefully wrapped package. “I want you to open this when we’re gone,” he said with a smile. Sam took the package, his confusion and curiosity growing. He watched as Frank and Julie walked closely to the front door. Julie’s hand rested on Frank’s shoulder while his hand rested possessively around her waist. They walked out, their steps harmonious and in time with each other as they headed into the glowing sunset.

Sam stood there for a moment and watched them. The way they moved radiated an unwavering affection and security that made him feel envious and admiring at the same time. Finally, he turned away and sat down with the parcel in the armchair they had just left. He hesitated briefly, took a deep breath and then began to carefully open the parcel. The rustling sound of the paper broke the silence of the room. What would be waiting for him now, the key at last? His thoughts raced as he slowly unveiled the gift.

As he sat in the armchair, his heart pounded violently as he removed the paper from the package layer by layer. It revealed a USB stick that seemed strangely familiar to him. It was a stick like the one he had once received from Tom, full of special video recordings. There was a handwritten note on it that read: “Look at me”. Next to it was a strange stick that looked like a T with a small ball at the end and a tube of lubricant. With trembling hands, Sam stood up and went to the TV, where Tom’s other USB stick was still plugged in. He replaced it and sat back down on the couch, took a deep breath and activated the TV. The video began to play and Janet promptly appeared on the screen.

“Hi Sam,” she grinned mischievously at the camera, “if you’re watching this video, it means you and Julie have already made a lot of progress. I’m so proud of you. Julie in particular must be very happy by now.” Sam was surprised and listened intently. Janet continued: “This video should be a reward for you. You’ve held out for a long time and I suspect your penis is about to explode since the last time I held it. It’s important that you watch the video all the way through and don’t cut it short - there’s a surprise waiting for you.”

Sam was flabbergasted. He didn’t know what to make of it. He decided to keep looking.

The video started with the familiar conditioning clips from the first USB stick, sharp close-ups and hypnotic music. Sam’s heartbeat quickened as his body reacted to the images flickering across the screen. Black men penetrating white women with fierce passion - images that were now firmly anchored in his conditioning. Sam’s body reacted violently, he was ultra-horny, just as he had been during the first videos, but this time there was a chastity cage attached to his manhood, preventing any relief.

The videos lasted for several seemingly endless minutes. The scenes alternated between wild penetrations and sensual moments in which the women absorbed every thrust with lascivious abandon. Janet kept taking the floor and directing Sam’s fantasies, talking about the intimate experiences Julie and Frank had with each other. She assured Sam: “It’s good to live out these feelings, Sam. Sink into it and enjoy it. Imagine Julie moaning and writhing in pleasure as you think of her pleasure. That’s your place.”

The tension in Sam’s body was almost unbearable. The cage prevented him from finding the relief he craved - a bittersweet ordeal that was almost painful.

The images on the screen changed, big black cocks penetrating wet pink holes, accompanied by moans and cries of pleasure. His hand twitched, almost against his will, but it only found a steel knob where he would otherwise have found his penis. Sam let himself be taken in by the power of his fantasies, his arousal lifted to unimagined heights. Janet led him on, talking about the dominance that Frank’s presence exuded and how Julie was obviously thriving in this role. She pictured Julie and Frank coming together in ecstatic passion, while he himself remained trapped in his role as spectator and participant.

The video continued, a flickering maelstrom of lust and conditioning, until Sam sank onto the couch completely exhausted, unable to quell the incessant bubbling excitement. Suddenly the videos ended abruptly. Janet appeared on the screen again, her face radiating a strange mixture of warmth and authority. Sam gasped and trembled, completely overwhelmed by his arousal. He could hardly organize his thoughts, his desire was so strong. “What is this all about? I just want my old life back,” Sam said, totally out of breath.

“Now, Sam,” Janet said in a soft but authoritative voice, interrupting his thoughts, “would you like to find redemption?”

“Oh God ... Yes, please,” Sam whispered, his voice brittle with desire.

Janet smiled knowingly at the video, as if she knew exactly what he was saying. “If you’re really ready, Sam, you’ll follow my instructions now.” Sam simply couldn’t take any more, the desire burning inside him like a blazing fire. Janet didn’t let him come to relief immediately, however. “Now lie down and relax, Sam, and pull your legs up to your chest. Take the T-rod out of the package and lubricate it thoroughly with the lube.”

Wondering what would follow, but driven by his almost painful horniness, Sam nodded and followed her instructions. He stretched out on the couch, lifted his legs and reached for the lube. His hands trembling with tension, he applied the cream liberally to the T-bar until it was completely covered. Janet continued in the video: “Well done, Sam. Now pull your knees up to your chest and insert the ball into the front of the T-rod in your anus.” Sam blinked in surprise. He had never done anything like this before, but the burning desire for relief made him overcome any inhibitions. “But ... I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.

Her eyes in the video seemed to look straight into his soul as she replied: “Sam, you finally want redemption, don’t you? You’ve earned it. Don’t hesitate, do it.” The rising excitement finally overcame Sam. His whole body shook as he pushed his briefs slightly to the side to make access easier. Slowly and carefully, he guided the rod with the bullet to the entrance of his anus and began to gently push it in. His muscles tensed and relaxed again as the cool, smooth rod entered him. Every centimeter brought a wave of new sensations, somewhere between pain and intense pleasure. He felt the bullet deep inside him, a strange but not unpleasant feeling of fullness. His breathing became faster and shallower, a gasp that came from the deep arousal. He couldn’t believe how strange and yet incredibly arousing it was.

“That’s right, Sam,” Janet encouraged him further, “just let it happen. Enjoy every second of it.”

Janet’s soothing voice and the strange allure of the inserted T-rod combined to create a dizzying whirlpool of sensations. Sam gently moved the wand lower as the video continued to play. At a certain point, it was almost as if the wand slid into him on its own until the end of the T was reached and held him firmly in place.

After a few seconds, Janet appeared on the screen again. “Sam, when you’ve done all that, press a button in the middle of the tee. You’ll feel a short vibration, then it will go on automatically.” Sam felt the button with his trembling fingers and pressed it. A short, powerful vibration ran through his abdomen before it subsided again.

Suddenly the video switched and the familiar conditioning clips flickered across the screen again. But unlike before, they now showed white men humbly wearing penis cages and pleasuring women. The women moaned and strode out their utmost lust, while the men appeared to act in silent reverence. Desire and submission ran like a red thread through the scenes. To accompany the intense images, Sam began to feel a strange movement in his bowels. The ball inside him slowly began to move to the music and the images in the video. It was as if it was moving in time with the images, a gentle pulsation that almost drove him mad. Careful, never exaggerated movements massaged his inner walls, sending shiver after shiver through his body. The video switched to scenes of husbands assisting their wives and their black lovers. The ball inside Sam’s head spun, finding a spot that he had never consciously perceived before. A point that reacted intensely - his prostate. The slight pressure turned into a sharp, sweet pain full of pleasure.

With each gentle thrust of the bullet on his prostate, a wave of complete ecstasy swept through him. The caution and slowness increased, the feeling of crushing need and deep satisfaction made him shudder. Each firm pressure point on his prostate seemed to turn his entire existence into a single, electric tension. Janet’s voice continued to accompany his ordeal and his pleasure: “That’s it, Sam. Feel the intensity. Let yourself go completely. These sensations are yours, release is coming.” Each gentle movement of the orb intensified the irresistible sensation, gathering all his concentration and desire into that small spot inside him. The video and the sphere worked together, synchronized in a dance of images and sensations that led him to the brink of madness and simultaneous ecstatic surrender.

The images on the screen changed again. Now they showed scenes of men dressed in elegant women’s clothes - delicate lingerie, glittering dresses and flattering wigs. They all wore penis cages that contained their arousal, just like Sam’s. The men didn’t look unhappy, on the contrary, they seemed to radiate a certain calm and contentment.

Suddenly the voice changed and a new narrator began to speak. Her voice was warm and reassuring, but with a certain intensity. “It’s important for men to shed their old role models,” she began. “Only when they break free from society’s expectations can they truly discover who they are and what they want. Many white men have deep, hidden desires that they can hardly admit to themselves.” Sam, still lying on the couch with his knees drawn up, didn’t realize how the images and words were beginning to shape his thoughts. His mind was caught between the arousal and the intense pressure the bullet was exerting on his prostate. Each gentle, insidious movement triggered a cascade of pleasure in him, his whole body responding.

“To be free is to embrace the true essence of your desires,” the narrator continued. “Many men find deep happiness in exploring and surrendering to their feminine part. It’s not a weakness, it’s a strength. It’s time to accept and celebrate this role.”

With every word the narrator spoke, the bullet continued to move evenly and thoroughly over his prostate. Sam’s breathing became heavier, his arousal grew immeasurably. The way the bullet pressed gently and rhythmically against the sensitive gland inside him brought him to the brink of sweet madness. The combination of the images and the sensations inside him blurred his thoughts and encouraged his willingness to accept new ideas and desires.

“Imagine what it would be like to give yourself completely,” the narrator said, each syllable penetrating deep into Sam’s mind. “The freedom to be yourself, without restrictions, without fear. Men who are brave enough to embark on this journey discover a new dimension to their pleasure and happiness. Go for it, Sam. Allow it and feel the fulfillment.”

Sam’s whole body quivered with desire and anticipation. His thoughts dissolved into the narrator’s statements, which resonated deeply within him. The gentle, steady movement of the rod in his anus, the continuous pressure on his prostate, created one wave after another inside him. The intense pressure blurred the boundaries of his previous identity and brought him into harmony with the new images and words. In this state of complete openness and arousal, Sam could only let himself drift. The conditioning reached deep into his mind as the bullet continued to tease his prostate, bringing him to the brink of explosion. The bullet inside Sam moved slowly and steadily, exerting a steady pressure on his unfamiliar gland. Each careful thrust went straight through his center, followed by a gentle withdrawal before pushing deeper again. The movements were precisely timed, as if the bullet really knew how to draw maximum pleasure from his sensitivity. With each thrust against his prostate, a wave of unbridled pleasure ran through him. The bullet burrowed inside him, searching for and finding the sweet spot deep inside him again and again. A tingling sensation spread from his prostate to his entire abdomen, his muscles tensed and relaxed alternately. The constant pressure pulsed through him, a feeling of intense fullness coupled with the pressure of expectation that found no escape.

Suddenly the videos changed again, now the screen showed black men penetrating white women with a brutal passion. Each thrust was deep and powerful, the women moaned and screamed with pleasure, their bodies contorted in ecstasy. Next to them stood the husbands, dressed as women, their penises obviously caged, helping to maximize their wives’ pleasure.

A new clip began, accompanied by mild erotic music. A black man, muscular and dominant, took a woman from behind, his hands firmly on her hips. Beside them, the husband knelt in a silky negligee, wearing nylon stockings and makeup, his tender hands caressing his wife’s thighs, ready to fulfill any command his master and lady gave him.