Tim’s awakening
Tim Pov
I looked behind me to see Jason lubing up the larger dildo, bigger than Gavin’s cock.
I couldn't help but stare at the massive silicone shaft in Jason's hands. The mere sight of it made my caged cock strain painfully against its plastic prison.
"Sir, I don't think—" I began, but Jason cut me off with a firm hand on my lower back.
"You can do this Tim; this is what our training has been leading up to."
Over these past weeks, I'd discovered how liberating it was to surrender control, to exist solely for someone else's pleasure. The cage had become both my torment and my salvation—a constant reminder of my place.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, dropping my head and arching my back to present myself better.
Jason's fingers traced the curve of my spine, sending shivers across my skin. "That's it. Show me you want it."
I felt the blunt head of the massive dildo pressing against my hole, already slick and stretched from our earlier play. The pressure was intense, bordering on painful as Jason applied steady force.
"Breathe, Tim. Remember what I taught you."
I inhaled deeply through my nose, then slowly exhaled, willing my muscles to relax. The dildo's head entered me with a sudden pop that made me gasp.
"Good boy," Jason murmured, his free hand caressing my ass. "Take it for me. Take it for Gavin."
The mention of my husband's name sent a confusing wave of emotions through me—shame, arousal, anger. I hadn't told Gavin about these training sessions with Jason, just as he hadn’t told me he was sleeping with his boss for weeks.
The dildo pushed deeper, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. Every inch was a struggle, my body fighting the intrusion even as my mind craved the submission. Jason's patience was methodical—he'd pause whenever I tensed, waiting for me to adjust before continuing his relentless advance.
"You're doing so well," he praised, and despite everything, his approval sent warmth flooding through my chest. "Gavin's going to be amazed when he sees what you can take now."
The thought of my husband's reaction made my caged cock leak. Would he be proud? Impressed? Or would he see what I was becoming and realize how far I'd fallen?
"Almost there," Jason announced, and I could feel the thick base approaching my stretched rim. "Just a little more."
With a final push, the entire length disappeared inside me. I felt impossibly full, every nerve ending screaming with sensation.
"Oh god," I gasped, my arms trembling as they supported my weight. The fullness was overwhelming, bordering on unbearable, yet somehow exquisite.
Jason's hand stroked my hair, almost tenderly. "Look at you, taking all of it. I knew you could."
He began to move the dildo, just shallow thrusts at first that made me whimper with each drag against my sensitive walls. My body gradually adjusted, the initial burn giving way to waves of pleasure that radiated through me.
"Please," I begged, though I wasn't sure what I was asking for.
"Please what?" Jason's voice was commanding, demanding clarity even as he continued the relentless pace.
"Please... I need..." My thoughts scattered as he angled the dildo to strike my prostate directly.
"You need to be fucked properly," Jason finished for me. "You need a real cock to fuck you.”.
My entire body convulsed at his words and the relentless pressure against my prostate. "Yes, sir," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. "I need a real cock."
Jason pulled the massive dildo almost completely out before driving it back in, making me scream with pleasure. "Whose cock do you need, Tim?"
"Yours, sir. Gavin's. Both of you," I babbled, my mind fracturing under the assault of sensation.
"That's right," Jason growled, establishing a brutal rhythm that had me pushing back desperately to meet each thrust. "You're going to take us both, aren't you? Going to be our perfect little fucktoy."
The words stung. I loved the feeling I was having, the feeling of submitting, of being controlled, but being called someone’s little fucktoy was not what this was about for me. I felt humiliated. I had a sudden realisation that Jason wasn’t training me to be better at just taking Gavin’s cock but wanted to dominate and use me as he saw fit.
The realisation crashed over me like a wave of cold water. Jason had been manipulating me, step by step, leading me to this moment where I was completely under his control. I wasn't becoming a better husband—I was becoming his possession.
"Wait," I gasped, my voice strained. "Jason, stop."
He paused, the dildo still buried deep inside me. "What's wrong, Tim? Too much for you?"
I shook my head, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. "This isn't... this isn't what I thought we were doing."
Jason's hand tightened on my hip. "What did you think we were doing? I've been very clear about training you to serve us both."
"To serve," I repeated, the word suddenly sounding different in my ears. "Not to be used."
I felt Jason shift behind me, his demeanour changing. "There's no difference, Tim.
"No," I said, finding a strength in my voice that had been absent for weeks. "There is a difference."
I pulled away from Jason, wincing as the dildo slipped out of me. My body ached, but something had snapped inside my mind—a moment of clarity cutting through the fog of submission.
"I wanted to be better for Gavin," I said, turning to face Jason despite my nakedness and the humiliating cage still locked around my cock. "Not to be your... your fucktoy."
Jason's expression darkened. "Don't be dramatic, Tim. You've loved every minute of this."
"I've loved feeling valued," I corrected him, wrapping my arms around myself. "I thought this was about making our marriage stronger, about understanding what Gavin needed."
Jason laughed, the sound cold and dismissive. "And now you do understand. He needs someone who will submit to him and be his servant. No, I said, I wanted to be better for Gavin, but I have no intention of losing myself in the process, and I know Gavin would not want this either.
"What you think doesn't matter anymore," Jason said, his voice hardening as he stood up from the bed. "You're in too deep now, Tim. What do you think Gavin would say if he knew about our little training sessions? How you've been eagerly spreading your legs for me behind his back?"
My stomach dropped. "That's not fair. You manipulated this whole situation."
"Did I force you to get on your knees? To bend over? To beg for my cock?" Jason stepped closer, towering over me. "I have videos, Tim. Beautiful, high-definition videos of you moaning like a whore while I train you."
Blood drained from my face. "You recorded us? Without my consent?"
"Insurance," Jason shrugged, reaching for his phone. "Want to see how eager you look with my cock down your throat? I'm sure Gavin would find them very interesting.
Fuck you, Jason. I have never consented to be used like this. I submitted as I thought you valued me and my relationship with Gavin. I did this for Gavin as a way to be closer to him. I’ve been such an idiot.
Jason's eyes narrowed as he stood up, his imposing figure looming over me. "You think you understand what Gavin wants better than I do? I've had him in ways you can't even imagine."
I flinched at his words but held my ground. "Maybe that's true. But I know what I want, and it's not this—not being reduced to nothing but a body to be used."
"Look at yourself," Jason sneered, gesturing to my naked form, the cage still locked around my cock. "You're already mine. The moment you let me put that cage on you; you gave up control."
For a moment, tension crackled between us. Then Jason's mouth curved into that familiar predatory smile.
I couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth. The man I had trusted to train me to take his and Gavin’s cock had been using me all along to be trained as a plaything, as a fucktoy for his use. I decided to call his bluff and told Jason to give me the key to my cage and then to fuck off and leave me alone.
He laughed and told me he would give the key to Gavin and let him decide if I should be unlocked.
Gavin Pov
Ever since Tim had walked in on Jason and me having sex a few weeks back, I could sense a change in him. He had stopped asking when I was coming home, and when we had time alone and I wanted to fuck, he was always tired and didn’t want to have sex.
It had been a busy few weeks for me work-wise; Jason had been giving me a few more high-profile clients to look after, which was taking up a lot of my time. I was happy that he trusted me enough to give me these clients.
I was finishing up some work late one night when I had a call from Tim. I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was upset. He told me he needed to talk to me about Jason when I got home. I asked what was wrong, and he just told me he needed to talk to me face-to-face.
Jason had pretty much left me alone for the past few weeks. We still had sex now and then, but not as often as usual. I assumed it was so I could concentrate on work.
I finished what I was working on and was just turning off the laptop when I got a text from Jason. I opened the text and was surprised by the message, “Sorry, but I thought you should know.” There was an attachment included in the text message.
I clicked on the attachment and couldn’t believe what I was looking at: it was a video of Tim, naked on his knees, with his cock locked up in a cage, he was sucking a cock, taking it all the way down to the guy’s pubes. He looked like he was having the time of his life, the way he was going after this guy’s cock, deepthroating it, licking it, sucking on the guy’s balls, fuck, Tim had never taken me all the way down. The video panned up to the guy’s face, and it was Jason fucking Tim’s mouth, making him moan like he couldn’t do without his cock.
Fuck I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Things started to fall into place. Tim not wanting sex when I got home for the last few weeks, Jason not wanting as much sex as usual, these guys were fucking behind my back. I was pissed off; I was being lied to by both of them. Tim was my husband, I didn’t expect this from him, and Jason, what the fuck, I thought we were into each other, but he was fucking my husband behind my back.
I left the office in a fury, driving too fast on the way home. My mind kept replaying the video—Tim's eager face, the way he took Jason's cock like he'd been practicing for weeks. Which he clearly had been.
When I slammed through the front door, I found Tim sitting in the living room, still fully dressed and looking anxious. His eyes widened at the sight of me.
"Gavin, I need to tell you something about Jason—"
"Save it," I snapped, pulling out my phone and shoving it in his face with the video paused on a frame of him deep-throating Jason. "Explain this."
Tim's face drained of colour. "He... he recorded it. I didn't know."
"That's what you're worried about? The recording?" I paced the room, unable to stand still with the rage coursing through me. "You've been fucking Jason behind my back for weeks, and you’re worried that he has been recording it. Don’t you think that’s the least of the problem here?
"Gavin, wait—" Tim stood up, his hands shaking. "It's not what it looks like."
"It's not what it looks like?" I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh in our living room. "You're on your knees with a fucking cage on your cock, deepthroating my boss like some kind of trained whore. What exactly am I supposed to think it looks like?"
Tim flinched at my words, tears starting to form in his eyes. "He said he was training me. For us. For you."
"Training you?" I stopped pacing and stared at him. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"He said you needed someone who could take you properly. That I wasn't good enough for you in bed. He was teaching me to—" Tim's voice broke. "To be better for you."
Something in his tone made me pause. Fuck, could it be possible that Jason had been playing Tim?
The anger in my chest shifted, confusion mixing with the fury. "He told you that you weren't good enough for me?"
Tim nodded miserably, sinking back onto the couch. "He said you were holding back with me, that you needed someone who could take everything you had to give. He showed me how you fucked him, how easily he could take your whole cock..."
My heart clenched. "Tim, that's not—you are enough for me. You've always been enough."
"But I saw how you were with him," Tim said, his voice small. "So much more passionate, so much rougher. I thought if I could learn to be like that..."
The pieces were falling into place, and I felt sick. Jason had manipulated both of us—keeping me busy with work while he got his claws into my husband. Making Tim feel inadequate, making him think their training sessions were meant to strengthen our marriage.
I grabbed Tim and hugged him tightly, feeling his body shake against mine. "Fuck, Tim. I'm so sorry. He manipulated both of us."
Tim pulled back to look at me, his eyes red and watery. "I thought I was doing something good for us. I wanted to be better for you."
"You don't need to be better," I said firmly, cupping his face in my hands. "You're perfect the way you are. Yes, Jason and I have rough sex, but that doesn't mean I need that from you. I love making love to you the way we do."
"But you seemed so much happier with him—"
"It's different," I interrupted. "What I have with Jason is just physical. What we have is love, Tim. Real love."
Tim kissed me, fuck Gavin, I’ve missed you, he said.
I kissed him back fiercely, pouring all my love and regret into it. "I've missed you, too," I whispered against his lips. "God, I'm so sorry I let this happen."
Tim's arms tightened around me, and for a moment, it felt like we might be okay. Then reality crashed back in.
"Gavin," Tim said quietly, "there's something else. He has the key to this thing." He gestured down to his crotch, and I realized what he meant.
My jaw clenched. "He locked you up?"
"For weeks," Tim admitted, his cheeks burning with shame. "He said it would help me focus on serving you and him instead of my own pleasure."
The manipulation was even deeper than I'd thought. Jason hadn't just been fucking my husband—he'd been psychologically conditioning him, breaking him down piece by piece.
I’ll deal with Jason later, but now I need you, Tim. For some reason, my cock was rock hard, and there was only going to be one solution.
"I need you too," Tim whispered, his hands already working at my belt. "But I can't... not with this thing on me."
I looked down at the plastic cage barely visible through his pants, rage building again at the thought of Jason controlling Tim this way.
"We'll figure it out," I promised, guiding him toward our bedroom.
In our room, Tim undressed nervously, revealing the clear plastic device encasing his cock. It looked painful, the skin red and irritated around the edges.
"How long has it been on?" I asked, examining it carefully.
"Almost three weeks straight," Tim admitted. "He would only let me out occasionally as a reward."
I swallowed hard, fighting back another wave of anger. "Lie back”. I lifted his legs and started kissing his ass cheeks. I dove into his ass; luckily, I didn’t need what was locked up.
I spread Tim's cheeks and ran my tongue along his crack, tasting the familiar saltiness of his skin. He gasped and arched his back, his hands fisting in the sheets.
"Gavin," he moaned, his voice breaking with need.
I circled his hole with my tongue, feeling him relax and open for me. Three weeks locked up, three weeks of Jason's manipulation, but this was still mine. Tim was still mine.
"You taste so good," I murmured against his skin, pushing my tongue inside him. He was looser than usual—evidence of Jason's "training"—but the way he responded to my touch was pure Tim. Desperate, loving, genuine.
I worked my tongue deeper, feeling his hole pulse around me. His caged cock was dripping steadily now, trapped and aching in its plastic prison.
"Please, Gavin," he whimpered, I need your cock.
I rose to my knees, my own cock throbbing with need. I looked down at Tim—my husband, my love—spread out beneath me, vulnerable and beautiful despite everything Jason had done.
"Are you sure?" I asked, reaching for the lube on our nightstand.
Tim nodded, his eyes clear and certain for the first time in weeks. "I need to feel you. Not because he trained me, but because I love you."
Those words cut through the anger and confusion, reminding me of what mattered. I slicked my cock generously, then positioned myself at his entrance. As I pushed forward, I watched his face carefully for any sign of discomfort.
To my surprise, he took me easily, his body accepting my length in one smooth glide. His eyes widened, and a small smile played at his lips.
"That feels... different," he whispered.
"Good different I hope”, I replied.
Tim's eyes fluttered closed as I began to move inside him, his body responding with a fluidity I'd never experienced before. Despite everything that had happened, despite Jason's manipulation, there was an undeniable change in how Tim's body accepted me.
"So good," he breathed, his legs wrapping around my waist. "I can take all of you now."
I thrust deeper, feeling him accommodate my full length without the usual resistance. The irony wasn't lost on me—Jason's training had achieved exactly what he'd claimed it would, even if his motives were twisted.
"I love you," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him as I established a steady rhythm. "Only you, Tim. Not him."
Tim's response was cut short by a sharp knock at our front door. We both froze, my cock still buried deep inside him.
"Expecting anyone?" I asked quietly.
Tim looked at me and told me not to stop.
I kept moving inside Tim, my rhythm unbroken despite the insistent knocking that continued downstairs. Each thrust felt like reclaiming what was mine, what had always been mine.
"Ignore it," I whispered, gripping Tim's hips tighter as I drove deeper. "It's just us now."
The banging grew louder, followed by Jason's voice calling through the door. "I know you're both in there! We need to talk about this!"
Tim's eyes flashed with fear, then hardened with resolve. "He must have forgotten his key, fuck him," he said, pulling me closer. "Keep going."
I picked up the pace, spurred on by Tim's newfound boldness. His body responded to mine in ways it never had before—taking me deeper, squeezing around me, drawing me in. Whatever Jason had done to him physically, I couldn't deny the results were incredible.
Tim's body tightened around me as I felt my release building, his caged cock dripping steadily between us. The pounding at the door became more aggressive, but all I could focus on was my husband beneath me, finally taking all of me without hesitation.
"Come for me," I whispered urgently. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."
Tim's back arched as his body convulsed, his hole clenching rhythmically around my cock despite being unable to properly climax in his cage. The sight of him straining against the plastic device, desperate and beautiful, pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself deep and filled him with my cum, groaning his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. For those perfect moments, Jason's voice faded to nothing.
When I finally pulled out, Tim looked up at me with tears in his eyes—not of pain, but of love.
To be continued……
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