Four Buddies Updated

Steve was working out on the bicep curl machine when another man passed by. Steve caught a glimpse of him and spotted what looked like a “necklace.” But it wasn’t jewelry; it was an actual chain, the sort you’d find in the hardware aisle, complete with a small padlock. It definitely grabbed Steve’s attention.

He called out, “Hi there! I’ll be finished with this machine in just a minute if you want to use it. By the way, I’m Steve.”

The other man introduced himself as Alan. After Steve completed his set, he remarked that he didn’t recognize Alan at the gym. Alan explained that while he was a regular member, he and his wife usually visited at different times than him. Today, however, they had swapped up their schedule to work out before heading in.

Steve casually brought up the chain, noting it looked like an odd choice for neckwear. Alan seemed slightly uneasy as he admitted it was indeed unusual. Steve knew asking about a man’s undergarments could be rude, but he felt compelled to know who held control and asked if someone else had the key. Before Alan could answer, a woman approached from beside him and wrapped her arm possessively around his waist. It turned out to be Susan, Steve’s supervisor!

Susan was an attractive, trim woman with lovely curves, appearing to be in her late thirties. At the office she was polite and efficient. Steve enjoyed their professional relationship but had never shared a personal chat with her. Seeing her now in athletic wear, she looked even more appealing than usual. He felt his erection beginning to stir, though he knew it wouldn’t be obvious because, as always, he was secured inside his cage. Then he noticed Susan wearing a delicate gold chain with a key dangling from it. He stared intently—unintentionally—at the key resting between her breasts.

Susan caught him looking and felt a bit flustered.

“Uh, Steve, you’re staring,” she said.

Alan chimed in, “You two know each other?”

“We work together,” Susan replied.

“I apologize, Susan,” Steve stammered. “It’s just that … uh, I couldn’t help but notice the key around your neck. It looks very much like one my wife owns.”

Her eyes lit up with interest. “Really?”

Steve looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed; things were moving quickly.

“No, actually, I’m probably mistaken,” he added hastily.

Susan reached out and grasped his arm firmly. She was surprisingly strong!

“Steve, tell me about your wife’s key,” she said, locking eyes with him.

Surrendering to the moment, Steve explained that his wife held the key to the lock on his chastity cage and that he was currently wearing one. Susan smiled broadly, her hand casually brushing against his crotch to verify what he had just stated.

“I’d love to meet your wife,” Susan said. “What is her name?”

Steve had introduced the concept of chastity into their marriage three years prior. His wife, Marie, hadn’t been particularly fond of it at first but over several months came to appreciate how this simple device enhanced their relationship. Now she was enthusiastic about his being caged and enjoyed discussing the features of various devices with him. They owned six different ones, and Marie liked rotating them for Steve to wear. It remained a private matter, naturally, though Steve sometimes wondered what it would be like to share that secret with someone else.

That evening, when Steve told Marie about his gym encounter, she was horrified.

“No way,” she declared. “I am not going to meet her. She and I have nothing in common.”

Steve reasoned, “Honey, remember how resistant you were to chastity at the beginning? … And look how your perspective has shifted since then. I think this is a similar situation.”

Marie paused thoughtfully. “Alright, fine. You can invite them over for drinks.”

The following Saturday afternoon, Alan and Susan arrived. They chatted pleasantly over wine and cheese until Marie asked to speak with Susan in the kitchen. Once they were behind closed doors, Marie explained that Steve had told her about their meeting at the gym and emphasized that her private life with him was … well, private. Susan smiled and agreed this wasn’t an issue for her, but she would like to discuss her own life with Alan, if that suited everyone. Furthermore, she preferred that conversation to happen in front of the men, if possible. Marie took a deep breath and nodded.

Back in the living room, Alan and Steve were discussing football when Susan and Marie returned. Susan announced to Alan that they would now discuss their own matters while Steve and Marie listened. Alan’s demeanor shifted noticeably as he agreed; he seemed almost submissive.

“We’ve been married for ten years and are very compatible,” Susan stated.

She explained it was always important for her to be in charge, and Alan didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he seemed to enjoy having her make decisions and give him directions. She was always kind about it, never harsh—well, usually not harsh. Sometimes Alan got stubborn ideas in his head that required correction.

“What sort of ideas?” Marie asked.

“Well,” Susan said, “for instance, if he doesn’t feel like doing the yardwork, I might give him a little spanking.”

Marie was stunned. “Spank him?”

“Yes, certainly. Don’t you occasionally use domestic discipline on Steve?”

“No, I don’t,” Marie replied.

Susan continued, “When I say spank him, please understand there are different types of spanking. Mine can sting—I’m sure they do—but Alan appreciates how much care lies behind them. He wants to make me happy; the spankings serve as motivation. When I spank him, he understands that I want better behavior and that I care enough about him to put in the effort.”

“Couldn’t you just tell him what’s wrong?” Marie asked.

“I’m sure I could,” Susan admitted, “but spanking is more immediate and harder to forget. Also,” she added with a smile, “I enjoy it. I like having him over my knee and being in control.”

As Susan spoke, Alan watched Steve and Marie closely, gauging their reactions—whether they were shocked or interested. He saw interest on Steve’s face but couldn’t quite read Marie.

Marie had absorbed enough information for one sitting. She offered her guests more wine and cheese. Understanding that Marie felt overwhelmed by the new dynamic, Susan thanked her warmly for her hospitality and noted it was time to leave.

After their visitors departed, Steve and Marie turned to each other.

“That was quite intense,” said Steve. “Can you imagine spanking me?”

“Well,” Marie replied with a smile, “sometimes you frustrate me, and I can’t seem to make you see how right I am. Perhaps a spanking would help convince you.”

Steve felt certain she was joking.

The following Monday at work, Steve greeted Susan as usual, but there was an undeniable shift in their dynamic.

In a low voice, Susan asked, “Are you wearing it?”

“Of course,” said Steve. “I always do.”

Susan smiled and walked away. Steve wondered how this would affect their professional relationship moving forward.

The following Saturday, Susan invited Steve and Marie to her house. After some awkward small talk, Susan—the natural leader—turned to Marie and asked what kind of device Steve was currently wearing. Marie blushed slightly but answered that he had on a nylon Custom Chastity device. When Susan asked if she could see it, Steve was surprised as Marie hesitated before turning to him.

“Please show Susan your device,” she said.

“Honey …” Steve began.

“No, pull down your pants and let her see.”

Reluctantly, he unbuckled his belt, lowered his trousers, then his briefs, standing there for inspection. Susan looked at Marie for permission before smiling as she cupped his scrotum in her hand and poked her finger through the apertures.

“It’s so lightweight,” she remarked.

Steve tried to suppress his arousal but failed; his penis pressed against the sides of the cage.

Susan giggled and turned back to Alan.

“Alan,” she said, “please show Marie what you’re wearing today.”

Obediently, Alan lowered his pants and briefs, standing before Marie in his steel chastity device.

“Marie dear, go ahead and examine it,” Susan instructed.

Hesitantly, Marie reached out and lifted the enclosed penis within. It felt heavy in its metal casing but showed early signs of life. Susan thanked both men and asked Marie to join her into another room for further discussion.

“Before?” Steve inquired. Alan shook his head. “I’ve often wondered about other men who are in chastity but I never met anyone until we met. I participate in some on-line forums but of course everyone is anonymous. This is extraordinary. I feel like my secret is out and I like that”. “What do you like about wearing a device?” asked Steve. “I like a lot about it,” Alan responded. “I like the reminder that Susan is in control. I like that I couldn’t masturbate even if I wanted to. I like the feeling of it as I walk around. I’m always aware of my cock and balls in a way that I wasn’t before I was locked”. Steve agreed that he liked the same things and added that he loved how it kept his focus on Marie and how he loved to keep her happy. “How about the spanking? What’s up with that?” “Well, I hope you won’t judge me but I am very comfortable having Susan in charge. Her spanking me reinforces that and that’s fine with me. Actually I appreciate it. To me it means that she cares enough about me to go to the effort”. Steve said “I understand. Thanks for being so open. It might be hard for you to talk about this with another man. And no, I don’t judge you. I understand. I wish Marie had some of what Susan has. I mean, the thought of being tied up and used sexually is a real turn on for me. I’ve mentioned that to Marie but she doesn’t want to go there. She says that ‘BDSM stuff isn’t for me’. I haven’t pushed it; what we have is great and I don’t want to upset her”. Steve asked Alan if Susan ever put him into bondage. Alan said “Sure, you remember the chain I was wearing when we first met? That was just a reminder for me. Susan and I love to play that game. I’m pretty handy and I enjoy fabricating things for her to use on me. Would you like to see some?” “You bet,” said Steve. Alan led him to a room at the end of the hall and opened a large chest. It had an assortment of finely made bondage equipment as well as paddles of wood and leather. Steve’s eyes popped out! He had never seen such a collection. Just then Susan and Marie came in. Marie’s jaw dropped when she saw what was in the chest. Susan said to Alan “Let’s show them how some of this works”. She took out a leather collar and fastened it around his neck. The collar had five D rings attached to it. Then she buckled wrist cuff onto each of his wrists and snapped them onto the collars’ D rings. Simple. In just a moment he was bound and helpless. Steve felt a swelling in his cage as he imagined himself in that situation. Susan must have seen his face because she next said “How about you Steve, want to try?” He tried to sound casual when he said “Sure, why not”, but he felt flushed with excitement. Susan said to Marie “How about giving me a hand?” Marie hesitated but agreed. Marie’s hands were trembling a bit as she buckled a collar around Steve’s neck. Next she attached the wrist cuff which she snapped together in front of him. “Marie, let me show you something different”. Susan took a long strap, passed it through Steve’s arms and around his back. When she tightened it his arms were pulled back snuggly, his hands helpless. Susan and Marie smiled broadly as they looked at their two men. “Wow,” said Marie, “this is fun”. “It can get even better,” said Susan. “I’ll show you something else.” She went back to the Toy Box and pulled out a leash with a small narrow collar on the end. She undid Alan’s pants and briefs which fell to the floor. His penis was bulging in its cage as she fastened the leash collar around his cock and balls, just above the cock ring of his cage. She proceeded pull on the leash and …no surprise, he followed. Apparently he didn’t follow well enough because Susan took a riding crop from the box and playfully hit his butt, urging him to follow her a little better. Alan was grinning as Susan led him around. Marie looked at Steve hungrily. She cradled his caged cock and balls with one hand as she kissed him passionately. Steve returned her kiss, thinking this must be heaven. When Steve and Marie returned home she turned to him and said “I think we’re moving too fast. I don’t know where this is going and I don’t know if I want to go there.” Steve looked at her and replied “I love you and I know you love me. As long as what we do comes from love we’ll be fine. To me what we did today feels good. Better than good. Great. Everyone has many parts, we’ve been exploring parts that usually aren’t let out to play.” He reached out his arm and Marie snuggled into it. He was still the strong, protective man she knew and loved.

*Much* better! Keep up the good work.

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