Forced to Watch

Part 1 Recap:My new boss, Nick Willard, loves to fuck the wives of the men who work for him behind their backs. He sets his sights on my wife, Jenny, and intends to seduce her just like he has seduced dozens of others. He invites us over for dinner to get to know her and flirts with her relentlessly in front of me. Although Jenny is obviously incredibly attracted to Nick, he realizes she would never cheat on me, no matter what. This makes Nick even more determined. He manipulates me into unknowingly committing a felony and tells me he will only save me from going to prison is if he is able to fuck my wife while I watch.

Nick continued to pace back and forth across Derek's office as he openly discussed what his motivation was and what I was expected to do. He takes insider trading extremely seriously, he explained, and I put their company at risk, so it's onlyfairthat I should suffer some kind of punishment in order to make sure I learn my lesson and never do it again. If the authorities aren't going to be able to punish me, then it's up to Nick to do it for them.

But there was more.

"Ireallyenjoy having sex with married women," he freely admitted, "and I've always wanted to force a husband to watch it happen, and now's my chance. So there's no way I'm going to pass up this opportunity."

And so I was to follow his instructions to the letter, he said - I was to do everything he told me exactly the way he told me to do it, unquestioningly, without hesitation. For now, I was to go home and reveal to Jenny what happened - the crime I had committed and the seriousness of it - and how I hadbeggedNick not to turn me in. I was then to tell her that Nick offered me a deal - if he is able to have sex with her once, just once, he will not alert the authorities, and I will be able to keep my job.

But that wasn't all.

"I don't want her to feel too bad about it," Nick went on to say, "so you arealsogoing to convince her that you'reokaywith it. You are going to tell her, in fact, that you've alwaysfantasizedabout her having sex with another man, and that you've alwaysdreamedof asking her to do it for real, but you've always been too scared to admit it to her."

I could do nothing but stare at the floor, awash in hopelessness and despair. This whole time, it felt like all the air was leaving me - like I was literally deflating before their eyes - and the words continued to echo in my mind: Oh, God.

"You are to do so convincingly and leave her with no doubtwhatsoeverthat it's something you want her to do. Underno circumstancesare you to tell her that Itoldyou to say this. If you do, I will find out in the end, and the deal will be off. Do you understand?"

It took me several seconds to summon the will to offer him a compliant nod.

"There will be additional instructions soon, which you will cheerfully follow to the letter," he said. "For now, I want you to get me two pieces of information." He paused menacingly. "I want to know how long your wife's cycle usually is, and when she last had her period." He paused again, a mischievous smile on his face, then offered an explanation for these unusual inquiries. "I wouldn't want any chance of her being on her period the night I decide to fuck her, after all."

I gulped, then reluctantly admitted I already had the answers to those two questions since I track her cycle so closely in order to know when to be extra careful about pulling out to avoid getting her pregnant. I told him what he wanted to know and he seemed to ruminate over this information for a moment, then came one final command: "You are to tell meright awaywhen her period begins next. And you had better be precise. I'll know it in the end if you're not, and things willnotturn out well for you." He paused. "You will, of course, saynothingto her of my interest in this topic. Is that understood?"

After a moment, I nodded, knowing I had no choice.

"You willonlytell her what Itoldyou to tell her,exactlythe way I told you to say it," he said sternly. "If you deviate from my instructions even in the slightest way, I will know, and you will go to prison." He paused, looking down upon me. "Now get out of my sight."

I did exactly as Nick directed when Jenny returned home from work that evening. I was too scarednotto. I told her I needed to talk to her about something, and I was sure she could tell from my demeanor that it was serious. We ended up sitting at opposite ends of the kitchen table as I explained what happened. Describing the crime I had unknowingly committed and the severity of it made me so overwhelmed with shame and remorse that it was difficult holding back tears. How could I have been so stupid? But Jenny was looking upon me with a sympathetic expression during this, as if she didn't blame me at all. I had the impression that she wasn't angry or disappointed in me but felt sorry for me for having been misled into doing something I didn't even know was illegal.

But her consoling expression transformed into one of unfettered shock as I told her what Nick offered in order to keep this information to himself and spare me from going to prison - that he would be willing to save me, but only if she has sex with him.

There were several seconds of silence before I finally heard her voice.

"We have to go to the police," Jenny said calmly.

"Wecan'tgo to the police," I immediately replied. If only it were that simple, I thought.

"He can't do this," she continued. "We have to go to the police."

"Wecan'tgo to the police," I said again.

"This isextortion," Jenny said coldly. And then: "We are going to go to the police."

"Wecan'tgo to the police!" I again repeated, more urgently this time. "They'll find out what I did and they'll have nochoicebut to pursue charges against me, and I'll go to prison. I'll be ruined. My life will be over." I sighed, and then added one last time: "We can't go to the police."

Jenny paused for several seconds before shaking her head. "I'mnotdoing this," she said firmly.

"You have to," I said desperately.

She turned away from me, as if she couldn't bear to look at me anymore.

I wasn't exactly surprised for Jenny to be hostile to Nick's offer, for my sake if for nothing else. It would be me, after all, who she would be betraying by sleeping with another man. I knew what I had to do next, though it took me almost half a minute to summon the will to say the words Nick had ordered me to say. "There's... something I never told you," I said, staring down at the floor. "It's... very hard for me to talk about."

And then I did it - I recited exactly what Nick had ordered me to. I told her everything he told me to say - that I had always fantasized about her sleeping with another man, ever since we first began dating; that I had always wanted to tell her, to open up about it, though I was afraid of how she would respond and what she would think of me; and that I had alwaysdreamedof asking her to do it for real. And now, finally, she can. And it wouldn't be wrong because she would be doing it to save me.

"I... really...wantyou to," I said in the end.

At first, Jenny seemed speechless. "Why?" she finally asked, sounding both appalled and perplexed. I expected this. Jenny had a very conservative and traditional upbringing, after all, and I knew such a thing would be so contrary to her values and views about the sanctity of marriage. I also knew she never would have suspected me of harboring such taboo fantasies.

I had anticipated her question and already had a response waiting, knowing I had to do whatever I could to convince her. "There's just something...hotabout it, I guess."

Jenny shook her head, then she once again turned away from me. "I never would have guessed," she said. "I never would have thought... you were the type..."

I took a deep breath, wanting to put this matter to rest once and for all. "You have to do this," I said at last. "And Iwantyou to do this.... For me."

She didn't respond right away and just stared off into space. I couldn't imagine what was running through her mind. I knew it must have been such an incredible shock for her. I have to admit that I was somewhat relieved during this exchange. There had been a part of me that was afraid this news might actually bewelcometo Jenny, in a way, because of her obvious attraction to Nick. Under normal circumstances, I wouldneverhave worried about Jenny cheating on me or having an affair because of her religious beliefs. I knew she wouldnevercommit such an act, believing it to be a mortal sin. But itwouldn'tbe a sin if she had to do it in order to literally save my life. That would justify her doing something that would otherwise have been unthinkably forbidden. I worried it would be adream come truefor her - a free pass to have sex with another man she obviously found so desirable, and to do it guilt-free.

But, judging by the expression on her face and the tone of her voice, that obviously wasn't the case.

"Please," I said.

Jenny finally looked up at me, tears in her eyes, a pained look on her face. It was at that point that I felt the full force of guilt from the fact that it was my actions that led us here. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

And that was the last we spoke about it.

There's not much to say about what happened in the immediate aftermath. In the days that followed, it was something we never discussed or even alluded to. It was like it was just hanging there in the background, the proverbial elephant in the room, something that neither of us had the will to address.

Jenny's period came a week later on a Tuesday and, as ordered, I supplied this information right away to Nick in an email. And then came his response, fixing the date it would all go down. He'd be out of town this weekend, he said, so it will happen a week from Saturday, eleven days from now. I told Jenny later that day and she just looked upon me with a vacant expression on her face, and all she could manage was a stiff nod.

It was three days later, on Friday, that things took an unexpected and unbelievably horrifying turn. I was just about to leave for the day when Amberly, Nick's executive assistant, suddenly appeared in the doorway of my office, startling me. She was a stunningly attractive woman with long black hair, a very pretty face, and glasses. Her outfit - a black miniskirt and purple blouse with the topmost buttons undone to reveal an abundant amount of cleavage - clung to her voluptuous body, articulating every enticing curve. I normally couldn't keep my eyes off of her those rare times I saw her, though her status as Nick's assistant lent her a terrifying aura.

"Mr. Willard asked me to see you before you left for the day," Amberly said, a menacing smile on her face. It was only then that I noticed the small white box she held in her hand. "There is something he needs you to do for him."

She closed the door behind her and crossed the office to where I was sitting behind my desk.

"Mr. Willard would like you to wear this for him," she said, placing the box in front of me.

I was immediately overcome by apprehension. I couldn't imagine what it could be, but I knew whatever it was, it wasnotgoing to be good. It took me several seconds to summon the will to pick up the box and lift off the lid, and then I recognized what it was the moment she said the words.

"It's a chastity cage."

I gasped, staring down at it, my mouth gaping open in horror. I didn't have any experience with devices such as these, though I had heard about them and knew enough to know its purpose: to stop a man from being able to get an erection, thus preventing him from having sex or even masturbating.

"You should find it quite comfortable, for the most part," Amberly said. "It's specially designed - the best one money can buy. It's also tamper-proof and constructed of a titanium-aluminum alloy that makes it virtually unbreakable and impossible to remove without the key." She said all this gleefully, as if providing this information gave her enormous pleasure. "If you showed up at a hospital with this on, there would be nothing they could do for you. They'd have to bring in experts and specialized equipment which would take weeks to arrange and cost tens of thousands of dollars in unreimbursable medical expenses, not tomentionthe risk of... damage." She paused menacingly. This whole time, I could only stare at the box, appalled and horrified. "Mr. Willard would like you to put it on for him."

At first, I was completely and entirely speechless. "Why?" I said at last, looking up and meeting Amberly's eyes. I stared at her pleadingly, as if that could change her mind, but she looked unmoved.

"He would like to make sure your wife is... how do I put this...fresh... when he meets with her. And this is the only way he can be sure." She paused, her lips curling into a nefarious smile. "Mr. Willard would like you to put it on for him," she repeated. Then: "Right now," she added.

I shifted my attention back to the chastity cage. It was only at that moment that I realized the last time I had sex with Jenny had been Sunday, five days ago, two days before she got her period. And I hadn't jerked off once this whole time. It was something Jenny had always frowned upon, to say the least, because of her religious beliefs. She felt very strongly about it and was openly disgusted by it. Sometimes, she could somehow tell if I did it - or else she would know I was lying if she asked me and I said I didn't when I did - so I tried my best to stay true to her in that respect so I didn't disappoint her. I would do this despite how difficult it was for me to go even two or three days without getting off.

It was then that I fully appreciated what this meant - that it had been five days since I last ejaculated.Five days.During this time, I had developed that familiar, increasingly persistent ache in my groin from pent-up desire which would continue to worsen until I was finally able to have sex with Jenny again. I was desperately hoping it would happen tomorrow, and expecting it to, for that matter, since her period would be over by then and she was usually pretty accommodating when I reminded her how long it had been for me. If not, I would have no choice but to unapologetically take matters into my own hands (so to speak), pretend I didn't, and hope she didn't find out.

Five days.Five days.And now, I was expected to put on a chastity cage, and there wasno tellinghow long it would be before I was permitted to take it off.

Oh, God, I thought, a feeling of panic surging inside of me as I began to realize that Amberly's continued presence indicated that she fully intended on staying in the room while I put it on, as if to supervise me. I felt an overwhelming need to get away from her as fast as I could in order to jerk off quickly before that happened.

Oh, God, I thought again.

"May I..." I began, my heart racing, taking anxious breaths, looking upon her even more pleadingly than before, "... put it on... in... private?"

"I'm afraid not," Amberly said firmly. "Mr. Willard asked that I be here when you put it on." And then: "Don't worry - it's nothing I haven't seen before."

My gaze once again shifted to the device in the box and my brain scrambled to think up a way to get away from this woman. If I hurried, I would only need two or three minutes max to do what I needed to do.

"May I..." I began again, desperation in my voice, "... use... the restroom first?"

She cocked her head and squinted at me suspiciously. "Are you trying to sneak off and masturbate before putting it on?"

"N-no," I said unconvincingly.

"Well, regardless, you can use the restroom afterwards."

At that point, I knew it was hopeless. There was nothing left to do but accept the inevitable. Nick said in no uncertain terms that I was to do everything he ordered me to without hesitation, without question, or else he would send me to prison. My gaze once again shifted to the chastity cage. I knew I had no choice.

Unwillingly, I pushed my chair back and rose to my feet. I couldn't bear to look at Amberly. I couldn't believe this was happening, that I was expected to do this - to lower my pants and underwear, to expose myself, in such a way in front of her, and then to entrap my dick within this horrendous device. Never in my life had I ever felt so hopeless and humiliated.

I couldn't bring myself to do it at first. It took me several seconds before I finally took a deep breath and decided to just get it over with as quickly as possible. I unbuckled my belt then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and all the while, Amberly spoke.

"If your wife asks why you seem uninterested in sex all of a sudden, you are to tell her that you'vechosento begin wearing a chastity cage."

I took another deep breath then grabbed hold of my pants and briefs and hurriedly pushed them down my legs.

"You are to tell her it's something you've always wanted to try."

My manhood was now fully exposed to her, and I could clearly see her gaze shift in that direction. I felt an overwhelming need to cover myself again as she smirked.

"You will give your wife no indication that you have beenforcedto wear this. Mr. Willard wants herconvincedit's something you've always fantasized about and decided to do on your own. If you do not convince her, he will know, and he will consider your agreement nullified."

I quickly snatched the cage from the box, spent a moment fixing it into position, and then reluctantly closed it shut. I felt boundless despair as the distinctclickingsound indicated that it was now permanently in place, only able to be removed with the key - a key I didn't have.

"Very good," Amberly said as I frantically worked my pants and underwear back up my legs, covering myself at last. "Mr. Willard, of course, will hold on to the key for... safekeeping." Then, it was like she couldn't help but humiliate and emasculate me one final time. "Good thing we ordered a small."

And with that, Amberly turned her back to me, opened the door, and departed, all as I frantically finished the work of tucking my shirt back in and putting my pants back on.

To say I couldn't believe this was happening would have been the understatement of a lifetime. It already felt like I was living through a nightmare. Nick was going to have sex with my beloved wife and there was nothing I could do about it, and I had a mounting feeling of dread with every day that brought us closer to that day. And, although Nick had made it clear she wouldn't be aware of it, he was somehow going to make me watch it all unfold. That was bad enough. But now, forcing me to wear a chastity cage - this was a new level of depraved cruelty. On the drive home, I kept asking myself - why? Why is hedoingthis to me? But, of course, the answer was obvious - because Nick seems to be getting some perverseenjoymentout of my suffering and humiliation. Or else it was all just to get me back for creating such a big potential problem for the company. And, because of the power he had over me, there was nothing I could do about it.

Living with the chastity cage was even harder than I could have imagined. I experienced it that first day after Jenny came home looking absolutely gorgeous in the white blouse and powder blue skirt she wore to work, when I hugged her the first chance I got like I normally did. It quickly became unbearable, especially since it had been so long since we last had sex: the pleasant silkiness of her blouse above the feminine softness of her body; the familiar curves of her wonderfully womanly shape; the sensation of her generous breasts pressed up against my chest; the divine scent of her shampoo and perfume; the delicious warmth of her breath so close to my face; the memory of that beautiful body concealed underneath her clothes - it all immediately made my manhood uncomfortably swell against the merciless confines of the cage, and I immediately had to pull away from her. Normally, I would have wanted more than anything in theworldto have sex with her at this moment, but now, that was impossible. It became so uncomfortable, in fact, that I quickly realized I would have to try to avoid getting turned on at all cost while I was forced to wear the cage. That meant I couldn't sneak a glance while she was undressing, or smack her butt like I used to, or graze the curve of her waist while passing her, or pin her to the wall for a passionate kiss, or cop a feel while embracing her. I could only give her the gentlest peck on the cheek, the quickest hug.