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My introduction into chastity, and cuckolding was really by accident. And as with most bad things that happen to me it was entirely MY fault. I had been seeing this wonderful, sexy, goddess of a woman. Vicky. She was everything I had ever hoped for in a girlfriend. Shy but after a few glasses of wine for courage she was game to try anything. And with her *******er body, long brown hair, perfect boobs, and sexy toned legs she was a walking fantasy come to life.

If anything it was how great things were that started me worrying. While I put up a brave front on the outside, every time I saw her politely smile at a waiter, or cancel with me to hang with her girlfriends the same thoughts fueled my paranoia. After weeks of stewing about it I decided I approach my neighbor upstairs, Jack for advice. He was a few years older, and had been through many girlfriends, and two messy divorces. At first he downplayed my fears. He had met Vicky a number of times and didn’t get the ‘cheating’ vibe from her at all. But I just couldn’t get my mind to stop thinking so finally Jack suggested I test her.

Jack and I started to brainstorm ways to put her in situations where she might cheat and then, in theory, I’d discover her true nature. Sure it was stupid of me…but the fear of losing her made me desperate. One idea called for me to meet Vicky at a bar but show up late. One of my friends she hadn’t met would hit on her and then I’d see her reaction. I nixed that one on several counts; I didn’t want others to hear about this, I wanted to see for myself what happened…and what if the unthinkable happened; they really did it off. Forget it…I needed to be there.

That night we started to watch an old movie from Jack’s collection…not even sure of the name. One of the scenes had a farmer tied up while his farm was being set fire. He struggled to get free and somehow Jack and I got on the topic of bondage and how you don’t really know how hard you’d fight to free yourself until put to the test. That’s when it hit me…literally the DUMBEST idea I’ve ever had in my whole life. Jack was into bondage, maybe not with guys but we had talked generally in the past and I knew he was a bondage guy.

So the idea was…Vicky and I come over for a visit and we’d watch the same movie with the farmer and wonder the same thing about how hard you’d fight out loud. A contest would ensue whereby Jack tied me up with knots that could be gotten out of…if I couldn’t then after a pre-determined grace period he would be allowed to start undressing her. The longer I took the farther things would go. That way I’d test her reaction and stop before it went too far!!

Jack was sure that Vicky wouldn’t go for it, but that in of itself would be telling. I thought that after some wine, and if there was only a slight chance of anything naughty happening given the ease of the knots she just might. So we quickly hatched this goofy plan. He would use a succession of three different ties. The first would be super easy. The second a little bit harder. The third would LOOK very elaborate but also be secretly easy. He brought out some rope and we practiced for a while and I had to admit that I could easily control how long it took to free myself. I even trusted that Jack wouldn’t tie me up in a way that would take advantage.

We put the final touches on the plan… We talked about a safe-word but in true idiot fashion I said if my mouth was free to use the safe-word under normal circumstances I might beg to stop. So we decided he would place some duct tape over my mouth. Problem solved.

Then he asked how far I wanted to take it? I should have said ‘not very far at all dude’ but actually said don’t worry...he’ll know. When I free myself he should stop. Until then the test was on… Jack shrugged and said he was game if I was.

So we planned this for the coming Saturday night…

I figured after the test (which she would pass no sweat) I wanted to give some truly hot lovemaking and resolved to not cum until the weekend. You know, save myself all for her. It was Tuesday and I was sure I could go four crummy days without squirting. That turned out to be harder than I thought…no pun intended. Many more times then I care to admit I had to stop myself from stroking off. Late at night or early morning were my worst times.

Almost immediately the plan started to get complicated. At first Jack had to move the date. He didn’t realize I was trying to keep from cumming or anything. He just had to help a friend move and didn’t think he’d be back in time or in any shape for the test. We re-grouped for mid week and in true knucklehead form I kept my orgasm denial going. When the following week finally rolled around Vicky was too tired from work and we agreed to see each other by the weekend. I should have cum right then. As horny as I was it probably wouldn’t have mattered for me to rub one out. Somehow though I kept going and made it to Saturday. My nuts were getting bluer by the day and as cum laden as ANY point in my life. I could get an instant throbbing bone just by thinking about sex. And I had to keep checking to make sure I wasn’t leaving tell tale gobs of pre-cum on my jeans. The days crawled by as my horniness grew, and attention repeatedly returned to my tingling nuts.

Vicky, my Goddess, showed up Friday night wearing a short summer dress that showed both her legs and ample cleavage and I almost called the whole frigging test off right there. Who am I kidding…I almost sorry splattered my pants. She smiled slightly as if enjoying the excitement she had generated. We kissed for a few minutes right in the doorway before heading up to Jack’s. First though I had to head off to the bathroom to let my throbbing erection subside. Sheesh.

At Jack’s we opened the wine and got situated on the couch with Vicky between us. The part of the movie with the farmer was about an hour in and my mind raced as I watched her take wine, her sexy lips sipping. Jack was cool and relaxed.

Finally my heart pounded as the part of the critical part of the movie approached. The farmer was tied and as his farm burned and right on cue I said, “You know…you probably don’t know just how hard you would really struggle until it mattered.”

Vicky nodded in agreement. She had managed to get a good buzz going and her eyes were bright with holy water.

Jack picked up the ball. “You know Dave, if you really want to find out we could try and experiment tonight.”

“What, set the building on fire?”

“No,” he said laughing. “But I could tie you up a few times in a way you should be able to get out of…but only if you worked at it.”

Vicky laughed looking at me questionably.

“What do you mean like money?”

“Umm…no no. But um what else do you have to risk?”

We were silent for a minute as the movie played on…but the bait had been set. Finally I offered, “if the tie is possible to get out of then I would certainly get out of it. Um, Vicky, would you help us prove that?”

“Me?” she squeaked. But she was smiling and takes enough to be intrigued. I had to stop looking down at her legs as the summer dress had slowly crept up until I’m sure it was a mere matter of an inch before her panties winked into view.

“Yeah. How about if Jack here ties me up and after a grace period to escape, a few minutes or whatever, if I can’t get out then, um, he can start, I don’t know…slowly undoing the buttons on your dress.”

We all looked down on the buttons down the front of her dress. Vicky was still smiling.

“And if it takes longer than that??” she said.

“Then…um, Jack here gets to keep going…” My voice cracked a bit making everyone laugh.

“You are really going to let him tie you up?” She asked.

I pretended to think about it and then nodded yes.

“I need more wine first.” Which of course was not a no…

Soon thereafter the movie forgotten Jack moved his coffee table out of the way and disappeared only to re-appear with a bag full of bondage gear. Vicky watched wide-eyed as he removed some coiled rope and then motioned me to the floor. Our plan called for the first tie to be an easy one.

He started to loop the ropes and then Vicky called out, “Wait.” I thought she had changed her mind but she was thinking something different. “If I am risking getting stripped then you had to start out stripped. I’m not going to be the only one blushing.”

“She’s got a point Dave,” Jack said.

“Um...how far should I strip?”

They looked at each other and then Vicky said “Down to your tidy whities.”

I groaned, and Jack said, “ I know what will shut him up,” and produced the duct tape. Soon my mouth was tapped shut. But that was part of the plan so I didn’t worry.

Not wanting to wreck the test, although I sensed it had gotten a little out of control, I slipped out of my shirt, shoes, pants, and socks. Once again Jack put in the first tie. He left me on the ground…Vicky playfully nudged me with her foot while Jack left to go get something to time me with. He came back with a 3 minute egg timer saying that was all he had with a second hand. In reality I would have no problem but actually made the plan work well.

“Ready? Go…” Jack said.

Dutifully I worked the bounds as I had practiced. After three minutes I was almost out but not quite. The bell dinged signaling the end of the three minute grace period.

Jack slid next to Vicky on the couch. She had a nervous smile and her arms crossed over her chest. He eased her arms down and with a teasing finger started to draw light circles around her top button. Like a vulture eyeing up his prey. Finally his fingers popped the button open. Despite the fact this was my girl my cock had stiffened up. Maybe just from the sheer perversity. His fingers worked several more buttons and I watched as if transfixed. It wasn’t until Vicky yelled “Dave” and nudged me with her foot that I came out of my stupor and started to untie myself.

In short order I was out of the first tie. But her dress front was completely open and bra clearly visible...she made no effort to re-button it. Her large breasts framed in the lacy bra brought my nuts to a full boil.

Jack refilled her wine glass and asked us if I wanted to try a second tie…again stressing that I should be able to get out. Even going so far as to say that the egg timer would be used twice giving me 6 minutes in total.

Smiling, Vicky pulled her dress closed but bit her lip and looked at me. Not really wanting to continue the test I vowed to cut the time needed for my remaining escapes. Nobody mentioned my boner.

Tied the second time I watched Jack start the timer and then I was on again. I quickly worked the knots the way he had showed me…but then stopped for a sec. Maybe I should really test her? I mean that’s why we set this up. And by some miracle our plan had worked thus far. Why not see just how she reacts, at least for a minute. So I struggled falsely with the knots through the first timer and into the second. I got the knot where I could get out fast and then waited for the ding. I didn’t have to wait long.

Jack looked down and me and I could tell he thought I was letting the test go this far. H knew I could get out at any time. And my shorts had a huge tent. Not sure How I’d explain that later. He sided up to Vicky on the couch. His arm wrapped around her and his hand traced up her leg to the hem and then higher slightly lifting it. “Better hurry Dave,” he teased evilly. Jack rubbed his finger on her lips suggestively like a dick. She smiled and I thought she might try and playfully bite him. Instead her eyes closed, her lips parted and she began to suck it. With his free hand he s*******fully eased her dress top down baring her bra and placed a palm on her chest teasing her upper body.

I meant to stop it right there but Vicky’s legs spread almost sorry and I got a good look at the v of her pink lacy panties. I watched that for longer than I should and when I looked up she was sliding her legs further apart to make room for his lecherous fingers. Startled, I untied myself and cleared my throat.

Vicky looked down at me through dreamy eyes and then laughingly nudging my boner. “Somebody is liking this.” With that she reached down and tugged my underpants over my boner and down and off. My purple cock stuck out obscenely. Not sure if there was a dollup of precum…I was afraid to look.

I blushed as I sat at their feet, and only hoped the duct tape concealed my shame.

Jack stood up and said…okay one last tie…but this one he should be able to get out VERY quickly.

I couldn’t tell if Vicky was excited or disappointed. I thought about just saying no as her strip tease had gone farther then I expected. And I couldn’t tell if that was due to the amount of wine she had consumed or her cheating nature. I didn’t even really know the term cuckold but through my own plan I was turning into one right before their eyes. This time I resolved to get out VERY fast and end this. I mean they hadn’t really done anything yet but sex was in the air. Along with my dick…

The third tie was definitely more elaborate but as Jack had showed me the secret I was convinced I could get out. So was Jack because he said due to the easy nature I’d only get one three-minute grace period. I shook my head no but with my mouth taped shut I was easily voted down. My arms were tied behind my back, and I was hog tied to my ankles. It left my boner exposed and swinging in the air.

Jack suggested we watch some porn. With his back to us Jack admitted his collection didn’t include much male bondage.

Vicky sat down next to me admiring his rope handiwork. “It’s so neat, look how all the loops line up…except for this part,” and I watched as she held the one string that was the key to un-tying it. I shook my head no…but without realizing what she was doing she tied it off against another rope and tucked it under. “There, nice and neat.” And impossible to get of without help…Holy Shit…!!

Jack was rummaging through his porn collection and didn’t notice the damage. I watched still wide-eyed. With my mouth taped I couldn’t alert him to my predicament.

She tracing a finger down my stomach and over to my boner. Her hand gripped it and she started to stroke. For just a second I actually thought this was going to somehow all work out. She built up a rhythm as her arm and hand became a blurr. I needed to cum right then more than ever…and silently prayed she’d finish me off. He firm grip propelled me closed and closer. My hips cooperated completely as I humped her hand, eyes squeezed cuckolds brownie, grinding away. MMMMMMMMM…

I felt the orgasm well up inside my balls and was just about the surrender my load when Jack said with a laugh, “Perfect. This is the flick. Sissy Cuckold in Bondage.”

Vicky, distracted turned and let go of my bone so agonizingly close to my orgasm that I don’t know how I failed to shoot. They both laughed at his movie choice and with the movie rolling settled in on the couch next to each other.

GROAN My mind raced as I still couldn’t believe I had been denied.

“Dave, you had better be quick this time,” Jack warned. “I don’t have any condoms here in the apartment.” He looked at me and winked as if to say the plan was going well. Yeah for him, he got to play with my sexy girl. I shook my head violently and tried to say through the tape that Vicky messed up the tie. “Well, he seems ready anyway. Okay go!”

This time I struggled for real to get untied. After the last fiasco I wasn’t sure how far things would go and didn’t want to find out. I almost had the rope end where I could start to repair the damage Vicky did when the timer went off. I looked up and Vicky and Jack were already locked in embrace kissing madly. He had his hand between her spread legs and was deftly massaging her visibly wet panties. She groaned as her hips undulated on his knowing hand and then reached for his crotch. I heard his belt buckle jungle and zipper lower, and Vicky gasp. I had never seen Jack naked but based on Vicky’s reaction and wide mouthed smile it must have been a real trophy!

I struggled some more but it was obvious that the only way I was going to get freed was to get them to untie me. I tried to yell into tape and that got them looking down at me. They both blinked as if they had totally forgotten I was in the room. Jack leaned down and tried to gauge what was going on…why I hadn’t untied myself. Without the ability to plead to eb untied they only had my erection as evidence that despite all else I was REALLY enjoying the show. He started to lean towards to confirm but suddenly stopped and looked back in surprise. I leaned up as much as I could and saw that Vicky was sucking and slurping his big dick.

I flopped down on the carpet. I was truly forgotten at that point.

Their clothes seemed to melt off them as they tumred around on the couch. She sucked him with enthusiasm and then he pushed her off and returned the favor. He licked her pussy slow at first and faster as he rolled his big thumbs over her engorged clit. Her breathing became fast and I had to look away. I could still her panting as she neared orgasm. On the screen a man was tied to tabletop while two large-breasted women teased and licked his hard cock but kept stopping before he could squirt. My own dick begged for relief as my balls ached painfully. I heard Vicky scream and saw her arch her back and cum louder and with more energy then she ever had with me. She practically screamed as he coaxed her over the edge.

Afterwards, Vicky held him close as she slowly regained her senses.

But Jack wasn’t done. He mounted her and that’s when I saw the length and size of his gigantic cock. It was right on her wet slit…and I tried to scream NOOOOO and did manage to get him to look over but Vicky grabbed his ass and pulled him onto her.

With a flourish they started to fuck. Long deep fast strokes at a pace I never managed. Vicky got her legs in the air and even though I looked away again I could hear their flesh slapping. The whole room reeked of sex. I couldn’t bare to watch but did hear them change positions several times. Their breathing came in hot hungry gulps. I think they actually came together as they both screamed and moaned in ecstasy so powerful I felt awed and somehow inadequate.

My cock was an angry spear throbbing in desperation.

On the screen the chastity movie was nearing conclusion as the man was slowly teased over the edge. He squirted high into the air thick streams of white jism. Great…even the victim on the screen got off. So low had I sunk that my next move was easily the most embarrassing and humiliating ever. I tried and succeeded in flopping onto my belly and then started to grind into his carpet. Closer and closer I crept towards release. I would have done ANYTHING to relieve the horrible ache in my nuts.

I must have gotten breathing too loudly through my nose because Vicky leaned forward and said, “Oh my God...look at him. He’s trying cum.’

Jack and Vicky got next to me, both laughing.

Finally Vicky said, “He didn’t manage to get untied, so he doesn’t get to cum yet.” Jack agreed and they rolled me onto my back facing the TV. The movie’s last scene was playing out and it had the two women fitting a chastity belt onto the victim. If you asked me right then I would have told you chastity belts were from like the Middle Ages. I had no clue they had made a comeback.

“What is that thing?” Vicky asked. She was still naked and her nipples were fully erect.

“That’s, um, a plastic device that can keep a man from cumming. Even from getting hard for extended periods.,” Jack Said. “Wanna see a real one?”