Chapter 17: The horror of the cage

Frank watched with a guarded smile as Sam continued to try unsuccessfully to fuck Julie. His every move was proof of his own inadequacy. Frank’s thoughts drifted to the penis cage that had been instrumental in Sam’s current state. The cage Sam had been wearing wasn’t just any ordinary penis cage. It was a specially made device, a sophisticated means of ensuring that the husbands’ white penises shriveled and eventually atrophied.

This cage was a masterpiece of modern humiliation and power maintenance. Its construction was ingenious and well thought out, with the sole purpose of keeping the glans of the penis in a permanent state of oppression.

The mechanics of the cage begin with the foundation of a metal ring that fits securely around the base of the penis, holding it firmly and immovably in place. This ring is the foundation of the entire apparatus and ensures that the cage stays in place. The cage was made of high-alloy steel and specially designed to hold the glans permanently in place while keeping the foreskin constantly retracted.

A complex structure of steel wires and chain houses is pulled up into this metal base ring, hidden inside the cage. This structure is specially designed to keep the foreskin of the penis constantly retracted. Finely crafted hooks and rails grip the skin of the foreskin and pull it firmly backwards so that the sensitive glans remains constantly uncovered. The rails are shaped to lock the foreskin in a fixed position without allowing it to move forward or backward, mercilessly exposing the glans to the inner material of the cage. This particular design ensured that the sensitive flesh of the glans was constantly exposed and under pressure, leading to a slow but sure degradation.

Inside the steel dome that held the glans firmly in place was a coating of a particularly sophisticated material that had been perfected through years of research and numerous experiments. This material was the result of lengthy scientific studies and medical tests aimed at influencing the glans in a targeted and gradual manner. It consisted of microscopic channels that continuously released tiny particles. The glans itself sits in a steel dome that is precisely dimensioned to firmly and immovably enclose the tip of the penis. This dome is coated on the inside with a special microporous material that continuously releases small micro-injections to the glans through friction. The design of the dome ensures that the glans has no room to move and is constantly pressed and rubbed against the coated inner surface.

Mechanically, the coating of the dome is a mixture of erosion and injection areas. The erosion areas consist of microscopic spikes and bumps that slightly roughen the surface of the glans and cause micro-injuries. These injuries are minimal, but sufficient to cause constant and consistent stress to the underlying sensitive nerve pathways and blood vessels.

The injection areas, on the other hand, consist of tiny pore units that continuously release tiny amounts of a special chemical mixture. This mixture contains vasoconstrictive substances that constrict the blood vessels of the glans and thus significantly reduce the blood supply. They also contain neurodisruptive substances that block the nerve receptors and drastically reduce the sensitivity of the glans.

In addition to this, the particles of neurodisruptive components, which are the nerve signals responsible for the sensitivity of the glans, have an impairing function. These neurodisruptive substances blocked the transmission of stimuli in the nerve pathways of the glans, which led to a sharp decrease in sexual sensation and arousal. The glans became less and less sensitive and barely responded to sexual stimuli, which led to a complete suppression of erectile function.

This constant contact with the abrasive and chemically active material causes the glans to atrophy over time. The uninterrupted restraint of the foreskin prevents any natural regeneration or protective movement, while the chemical mixture incessantly drives the process of atrophy and shrinkage. The combination of these mechanics - the tight fixation of the foreskin, the constant pressure on the exposed glans and the continuous chemical exposure - makes the penis cage an unstoppable instrument of degradation. Over weeks and months, the glans loses volume and sensitivity. The entire penis shrinks due to the prolonged oppression and lack of natural blood flow and sensory input.

Frank couldn’t help but smile derisively as he thought about how perfect this design was. Every component of the cage worked together synergistically to ensure that erection and sexual satisfaction were no longer possible. And all the while, the process remained invisible and imperceptible to the wearer at first. As this continuous process progressed, the constancy of exposure caused the glans tissue to slowly but inexorably regress. The tissue dehydrated and lost elasticity, leading to a reduction in the size of the glans and a general shrinking of the penis. The cage ensured that the glans was constantly in direct contact with the coated interior of the steel dome, which ensured that the active ingredients were always released and the effect continued unabated.

This gradual and irreversible change brought about by the cage went unnoticed for a long time by those affected and their partners. The process was so subtle that most men and women only realized that something was wrong when it was already too late. By this time, the sensitivity of the glans had declined so far and the penis had shrunk so much that a return to its original state, at least mentally, was almost impossible.

Frank smiled to himself as he watched Sam desperately trying to satisfy Julie. He couldn’t help but think about the outer layer of deception that made this perfidious plan so successful. “And the most beautiful thing about it,” he thought, “is that their own wives put these cages on their partners because they think it’s part of an erotic game they think their husbands are into. They have no idea what profound and irreversible changes they are triggering in their husbands.”

He remembered how he and his Club colleagues had carefully crafted this aspect of the plan. It wasn’t just about humiliating the men and destroying their masculinity, it was also about making the women unwitting and unwitting accomplices to this transformation. They thought they were helping their husbands live out a hidden and deep-rooted fantasy, and in their ignorance they were actually doing the exact opposite. “We make them feel like they’re doing something special, that they’re enriching their partners’ sex lives,” Frank continued. “And in doing so, they drive their husbands into physical and psychological dependence on us.”

A slight shudder of pleasure ran through him as he thought of all the wives who had no idea of the real consequences. They put the cage on, locked it up, not realizing that they were taking the first step towards a progressive and inevitable degeneration. “They think it’s an erotic accessory,” Frank thought. “A means of increasing control and confidence in their relationship. They have no idea that they are actually holding the tool to completely humiliate and emasculate their husband.”

The irony was perfect and bittersweet. The women who thought they were fulfilling their husbands’ fantasies unwittingly became the architects of their weakening and humiliation. And the best part was that once the men were subjected to the cage, there was no way to stop the process. “We’ve elevated it to an art,” Frank thought. “An art of deception and final, unstoppable submission.”

He watched as Sam continued to struggle to keep his tiny, soft member inside Julie’s widely stretched vaginal entrance. Each futile attempt was a triumph for Frank, further confirmation of the effectiveness of their plan. “You’re so naive,” he thought in conclusion. “And that’s what makes it so easy and incredibly satisfying. They think they’re doing their men a favor, but they’re only leading them to their inevitable demise. And they’ll never really know.” His grin grew immeasurably.

Frank knew that this plan, as cruel as it might seem, had been tried successfully in several cases with the white men in the exclusive club. The cage was an instrument of ultimate physical and mental castration. It had placed Sam in exactly this emasculating state - a testamentary monument to the perpetual power and control exercised by Frank and his colleagues.

Sam was just another victim of this perfidious plan. Every unsuccessful thrust, every powerless movement of his small, atrophied member was living proof of the absolute efficiency and mercilessness of the cage. Frank looked down at Sam with satisfied pride as he desperately tried to fill Julie’s overstretched sheath. “The mental and physical castration is complete,” Frank thought with satisfaction. “And further proof that our plan always works.”

Sam continued to struggle as he tried to fuck his wife Julie. Each of his thrusts was powerless and hardly had the desired effect, yet Sam felt some satisfaction. The sensory stimulation was still there, despite his atrophied erection. But the reality that Julie was stretched far too wide by Frank’s huge penis made every effort come to nothing. His movements were weak and lost in the overstretched space Frank had left behind. Frank, watching this pathetic scene, decided to continue his own fun. He stepped next to the sun lounger Julie was lying on and held his imposing, dark, erect penis up to her face. Julie, still slightly aroused by Sam’s weak thrusts, willingly opened her mouth to receive Frank’s massive member.

Julie took the head of Frank’s huge penis into her mouth and began to suck hungrily. Her lips tightened around the dark shaft while her tongue skillfully caressed the glans. The thick, black cock glistened in the sun as Julie pulled it deep into her mouth. Her rhythmic sucking and the movements of her tongue soon had Frank moaning. Each time Julie moved her head back and forth, her jaw tightened with the effort of taking in the entire girth of Frank’s penis. Her saliva dripped lightly from her lips as she continued to take the shaft deep into her mouth. Frank grabbed the back of her head with one hand and gently controlled her movements to make sure she found just the right rhythm. With his other hand, he propped himself up on the couch, his eyes sparkling with lust and dominance.

As Julie blew Frank, Sam continued to struggle to fill her vagina, but his efforts were puny compared to the powerful spectacle unfolding right above his face. Juliе’s moans, blown around Frank’s large penis, seemed almost as if they mocked his efforts. Her hands wrapped around Frank’s shaft, further supporting the rhythmic movements of her mouth. “Look at that, Sam,” Frank mocked between grunts of pleasure. “She’s using more enthusiasm to suck me off than she did in your pathetic attempt to fuck her.”

Sam was caught up in a mixture of despair and ambivalent excitement. His hips continued to thrust mechanically while his eyes remained obsessively fixed on Julie and Frank. He watched as Frank’s thick glans slipped out of Julie’s mouth again and again, glistening with her saliva, before being pushed deep inside again. Julie kept sucking, her head moving as she tried to take Frank as deeply as possible into her mouth. Her gasping sighs, mixed with the smacking sound of her saliva, filled the air. Her mouth was willing, while Sam’s movements were just a sad imitation of sexual activity. Each thrust from him felt like a humiliation under Frank’s watchful eye.

“That’s real satisfaction, Julie,” Frank murmured despite his moans, “and Sam? Well, he can watch and learn what real pleasure is all about.” Frank’s thick, black hands dug into Julie’s blonde hair, supporting and guiding her as her lips remained tight around his shaft. Her face glowed, both from exertion and arousal, as she blew deeply, and Sam felt the unbridgeable gap between his own weak discharge and the overwhelming, powerful pleasure Frank knew how to deliver. It was an agonizing realization that he could never offer his wife the same level of satisfaction.

Frank had had enough. “Sam, stop,” he ordered in a deep voice that brooked no argument. Sam obeyed immediately and pulled his weakly erect penis out of Julie. Feeling both humiliated and relieved, he took a step back and watched as Julie continued unimpressed.

Julie continued to blow, her lips tight around Frank’s gigantic shaft, her tongue nimble and skillful. The smacking sound she made filled the air and seemed to make Sam’s inferiority even more obvious. Frank’s body suddenly tensed and he hastily withdrew from Julie’s mouth.

Without wasting any time, Frank changed position. He knelt between Julie’s thighs, which immediately stretched out towards him. Julie deftly turned around and positioned herself on all fours, her buttocks tensing in anticipation. With a short sigh of pleasure at his position of power, Frank thrust into her abruptly and hard. Julie cried out under the intensity of his penetration as her fingers dug into the pillows. Sam, watching the scene from nearby, felt a terrible mixture of arousal and humiliation. Yet he was driven by a strange need to make himself useful. He went to the head of the couch and carefully held his penis in front of Julie’s face.

Julie looked up and took the flaccid penis into her mouth. Even at first contact, she noticed the unusual thing about its size. She paused for a moment, amazed. She had never seen Sam so small in her life. But the surprise gave way to another feeling of dominance and she began to suck him, just as she did with Frank, but with noticeably less intensity. Frank’s rhythmic, hard thrusts in her rear sent waves of pleasure through her body that carried over into her lips and tongue, but Sam’s modest size ensured that he hardly experienced the same kind of satisfaction. His small penis disappeared almost completely into her mouth, and the movement of her lips was more mechanical than passionate.

“Look at that, Julie,” Frank moaned between his deep, demanding thrusts.

Julie could only nod and blow with a stifled yes as Frank’s deep thrusts made her quiver. Her lips only loosely encircled Sam’s penis and he could barely register the feel of her tongue. The humiliation was complete when he realized that Julie found more pleasure in Frank’s raw power and size than in his tender touch. “Julie, enjoy this,” Frank gasped, his breathing heavy with lust. Frank gripped her hips tightly and pulled her against him, his movements intense and precise.

He intensified his hard thrusts, each movement targeted to push Julie to her limits. The sounds of flesh colliding mingled with Julie’s uncontrollable cries of pleasure. Her knees began to tremble slightly and her hands dug so deep into the couch that her knuckles turned white. “Are you enjoying it, Julie? Enjoy my big black cock inside you” Frank’s voice was rough with lust and dominance. Julie could only respond with a loud moan, as if each penetrating thrust through her body prompted a response. Her breathing was quickened, her breasts rising and falling with each of her desperate breaths.

Suddenly Frank stopped and pulled his huge, pulsating penis out of Julie. He straightened up and turned to Sam, who was still pressing against Julie’s lips with gentle movements. “Sam, come here. I want you to see what a real man is.” Sam, hesitant and at the same time involuntarily aroused, obeyed and stepped to the side of the couch while Julie rolled over and remained lying on her back. Her legs remained spread and her insides glistened with moisture from Frank’s vigorous intercourse.

“Julie,” said Frank, “sit on your knees and watch us.” Julie obeyed, pushing herself up higher on the sun lounger and supporting herself with her hands to get a good view of the two men. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. Frank grabbed his huge, black cock with one hand and began to masturbate it vigorously. The contrast with Sam’s tiny penis was shocking - while Frank seemed bigger and bigger and more powerful, Sam looked almost ridiculously small next to him.