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A month into our engagement, Jason and I had fallen into a rhythm. My fiancé would cum every day, sometimes more than once, while I remained caged and denied. I was horny as ever, and he was more than content to keep me that way.
I tried to ignore my dick straining in its cage as I continued tidying the apartment. Our friends were coming over soon; it was no time to be my usual horny self. I barely finished wiping down the table when I heard knocking at the door.
“I’ll get it!” Jason called out.
Jason and I endearingly referred to Bobby and Eric as “the other gay couple.” They were our closest friends, and we absolutely adored them. We usually saw them more often, but we hadn’t had time since our engagement. After a few hugs and some excited chatter, the four of us settled down around the table. I poured us each a glass of red, courtesy of Eric, then sat next to Jason.
“Thanks, Grant,” Bobby said. He twirled his glass, watching the wine spin for a moment before turning back to me. “So are you gonna show us your rings, or what?” he demanded.
I went into a small panic as I tried to come up with an excuse. “Um, we don’t, uh…” I stuttered. How was I going to explain that we didn’t have rings because my fiancé proposed with a chastity cage instead?
Before I could say more, Jason came to the rescue. “We haven’t picked them out yet,” he said calmly. He placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.
I felt a sense of relief wash over me. That disappeared just as quickly when Jason’s hand remained on my thigh, then slipped up toward my crotch. He gave me another squeeze and left his hand there, casually sipping his wine with the other.
I decided it was best to change the topic. “So… what are we playing tonight?” I asked.
Bobby and Eric glanced at each other, looking both excited and nervous. It was Eric who spoke first. “We wanted to try something different tonight…” he said.
“Strip poker!” Bobby blurted out. He could hardly contain himself.
“Strip poker?” I repeated. “I-”
“We love that idea!” Jason said, cutting me off.
My heart sank. I was terrible at poker. What if I lost all my clothes? What if I ended up naked and they saw my caged dick? It would be so embarrassing.
I looked over to Jason. By the way he was grinning, he must have been thinking the same thing. The difference was, he wanted me to be embarrassed.
And so the four of us sat around the table, drinking, laughing, and playing cards. A few rounds later, it was evident that my poker skills hadn’t gotten any better over the years.
“Again, Grant?” Eric exclaimed. “I’m starting to think you’re losing on purpose!”
“I promise you, I’m not,” I replied. I took off my other sock and threw it into the growing pile of clothes, most of which were mine. Bobby had lost his shirt, Jason and Eric were still fully clothed, and I was already down to my pants and underwear. Things weren’t looking good for me.
Somehow I managed to survive a few more hands before losing again. Jason and Eric were pretty evenly matched; both had managed to keep their losses to a minimum, destroying Bobby and me in the process. They were both shirtless now. Bobby had caught up to me, losing both of his socks. I was hoping he’d go out first, but then I went and lost again.
“Alright, Grant,” Jason said. “Pants off.”
“Do I have to?” I pleaded. I looked around the table for any sign of mercy, but no one budged. “Fine,” I said, pushing out my chair and standing up. I undid the front of my pants, then quickly slid them off.
“Yeah, Grant!” Eric called out. “That’s more like it!”
Jason reached over and playfully slapped my ass. “That’s my man,” he said.
My face turned bright red as my dick began to swell up. The cage actually came to my rescue for once, saving me the further humiliation of getting hard in front of my friends. I quickly sat back down and pulled in my chair. “Someone deal the next hand,” I muttered.
I looked at my cards and immediately felt crushed. My hand was absolute crap. I looked around the table, trying to read everyone’s faces. My only chance was to pull off the bluff of a lifetime. That, or get naked and in front of my closest friends.
“All in,” I said.
“Are you serious?” Bobby asked. He shook his head, then pushed his chips into the center of the table. “If you insist.”
All three of them took me up on my bet. So much for bluffing. We each revealed our cards, starting with Bobby. “Two pair,” he said. Eric had a flush, and Jason had a three of a kind. Not good.
I laid my cards down on the table with a heavy sigh. “High card,” I muttered.
“You know what that means, don’t you?” Bobby asked. He sounded excited.
“You gotta strip now,” Eric said. He poured himself another glass of wine, then leaned back in his chair to watch.
I turned to my fiancé, hoping he’d get me out of this. He simply shook his head. “Go on,” Jason said.
My heart was racing. I stood up once more, ready to remove the last piece of clothing I had. I backed away from the table to give everyone a good view, then placed my thumbs inside the waistband. I glanced back at Jason, who nodded for me to continue. Then I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled.
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