Mother Keeps the Keys

Mother Keeps the Keys 2

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Mother Keeps the Keys Chapter 2

I was sitting on my bed reading, well, looking at my prize bit of pornography when I heard the doorbell. I sat up quickly, and that happy buzz that comes with watching people do it disappeared immediately. I knew who was there: Aunt Kay, and my female cousins, Connie and Clara. They were all gonna see me naked in the cage. I was in no way prepared for this.

I sat there quietly, just listening. I heard mom walking across the floor and then opening the door. My heart skipped a beat and for one instant I hoped it could be the mailman with a package and that Aunt Kay couldn’t make it. Of course, I was wrong. I heard the chatter of hello’s and just waited. I knew what was coming.

“Jay! Come on out here! There’s somebody here that wants to see you!” I swallowed hard and grabbed my housecoat. Maybe mom would allow me that dignity. Maybe.

The short walk down the hall felt like it was nine miles long. I was just beginning to get used to the idea of mom controlling...well...everything, but Aunt Kay and my cousins? My younger, female cousins? I still couldn’t process it. I turned the corner to the living room and stopped. I pulled my housecoat together and weakly smiled.

Kay and the girls stood in the center of the room, obviously waiting for my entrance. I could feel my face flushing. Mom looked at me, just the tiniest bit cross. “We’ll have none of that, now! Drop that housecoat and come give your Aunt a hug!” She gestured toward the floor to emphasize her point. I held my breath and dropped it.

Kay was the taller of the two, and her straight blonde hair stood in contrast to mom’s wavy dark locks. She was chestier than mom, noticeably, a fact that was not wasted on me when we would go swimming as a group. Aunt Kay in a bikini? Oh, my. The girls were there as well; the older, Connie, was about my height with long, wavy, brown hair, and the younger, Clara, had the same wavy locks as her sister but much shorter.

Kay came over and hugged me, then stooped down and cupped my cage. “Oh, girls! Isn’t it cute! Jay’s little dicky is all locked away!” She cupped my testicles and bounced my bound little penis for the girls to see. I felt my head swim; the stress of this all threatened to overwhelm me. My cousins ran over at their mother’s prompting.

Connie took hold of my cage with one hand, and cupped my testicles with the other. “Wow, mom! It’s like you said- his dick is all locked up!” She was grinning from ear to ear, and her she held my scrotum firm.

“And, he’s naked!” the younger Clara reached around and squeezed my right butt cheek.

Kay offered, “He’s not naked, honey. He’s wearing that cute little cage!” They all had a good laugh, while the girls both played with my caged cock and balls. The ring was jutted out away from my belly as my penis tried it’s best to inflate. It could not. I was actually starting to get dizzy. I looked to mom for help.

“Oh, don’t be so shy, honey. They don’t have a brother they can play with at home, so let them play. Besides,” (she bent forward and glanced at each of the girls) “they’re actually helping...by filling these up nice and tight!” She patted my scrotum. “Now, girls, go take your cousin back in his room and play. You guys have fun!” Then she chuckled and winked.

Connie wasted no time in following orders. Without letting go of my cage, she turned and walked on toward my room. “No problem, Aunt Di! Come on, Clara. Let’s go have fun!” She led me like a favored toy down the hall, squeezing my testicles just firmly enough to keep me moving. I didn’t resist, as I could already see it would have been useless.

Two minutes later, I was sitting on the rug in my bedroom, legs open, with my two cousins opposite me, staring at my cage. They lay on their stomachs, heads propped up in their hands. My face must have been purple with embarrassment. Other than my clear plastic sheath, I was naked. My heart was beating so loud that I could barely make out what they were saying. What else could I do but sit and wait, while my younger cousins sat and stared at my plasti-coated penis? I was mortified.

“What does it do when your little dicky wants to get hard?” Connie looked up at me both leading and mischievous. She knew it was a pointed question.

“Please don’t say little,” I sighed. Connie’s smile broadened.

“Well,” she said, “it doesn’t look too big from here. Does it, Clara?” She scrunched her face up and looked to her sister.

Clara smiled just as evil a grin as her sister. She laughed. “No, it doesn’t!”

“Now, tell us. What do you do when your little dickey wants to get hard?” Her gaze drifted between me and my penis.

I was resigned to having a little dicky as long as the girls were here. “Um, the ring just kind of grabs my balls and it sticks out this way.” I tugged forward on my cage to demonstrate. The girls watched with genuine curiosity. Carla picked up the questioning.

“What makes it get hard? I mean, what makes you wanna...”

I swallowed hard. “What makes me...” Connie finished my sentence.

“Horny.” Her grin was as wide as it could get. “What gets you horny?” She laughed. “Naked girls or naked boys?”

The girls looked at each other laughing. “Naked boys with big, hard, dicks!” Clara laughed until I thought she was gonna fall over. It was such a strange situation. I was naked, and my cousins were staring and playing with my penis. Plus, the language they were using was rougher than anything I would have ever said; at least when mom or Aunt Kay was within earshot. Now, my sexuality was in question.

“Geez, Connie!” I looked away. “Girls, of course!” It took me a moment to look back at her.

“Girls, huh?” She reached out, took my testicles in her hand, and squeezed ever so slightly. “Let’s see.” She massaged my balls in her hand in as though she know exactly what would feel good. Maybe it was because anything at that point would feel good, I don’t know. Either way, I felt that ring starting to pull tight.

“Oh, oh, my,” I croaked. She smiled but continued to stare at my crotch.

“Clara, why don’t you take a turn?” Clara took over with all enthusiasm and reached to replace her sister’s hand on my balls. Somehow, the realization that both of these girls actually had me by the balls made my cage pull tighter.

Clara just stared at my caged penis and continued to massage my testicles. “I think he might like girls, sis! He’s trying to get hard...I think.”

“Well,” Connie offered, “it does seem to look like it’s trying. It might be too small to tell!” Again they laughed.

All this attention my penis was taking its toll. The blood rushing toward a dick that couldn’t get hard had pushed the cage so far away from my belly that it was starting to hurt. The ring was holding my testicles tight against the end of my scrotum and it had gone from being uncomfortable, to downright painful.

“Guys,” I squeaked, “this is really starting to hurt. I need to go cool this down. Please?” I looked at Connie pleadingly. She looked at me with a slight bit of surprise.

“You said please!” She seemed surprised but quite happy with that, and stood to help me up. “Since you said please!” She leaned over and kissed my cheek. I was still aware of the pain in my testicles, but the kiss seemed to alleviate it just a bit. Somehow, knowing I made my younger cousin happy made me proud. I was more confused than ever.

The girls each took me by a hand and led me to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet seat and Connie ran some cold water then got a wash cloth from the shelf. I was going to love and hate this. She wrung out the cloth and handed it to Clara. Clara reached down between my legs and grabbed me gently just behind the ring. I lurched at the cold, even though I knew it was going to do some good.

She stared down at her work and said, “Momma told us how to do this.” She ran the cloth all around my cage and squeezed my testicles. I moaned in pain and pleasure. “She said if we cool you off like this, your penis can relax.” She smiled and looked up at me after massaging me for a few moments. “I like rubbing you.” Sweating at the brow from the exertion, I smiled back at her.

Why did I do that? Why did I just thank my youngest cousin for helping torture my penis, then cooling it off to make it better? Why was I so happy to please my tormenters? I figured I was not very likely to understand any of that; my penis and my mind were at terrible odds, and still I could not complain of my treatment in all of this. My confusion and my arousal seemed conjoined.

“Now, “Connie asked, “Do you feel better?” I had to agree that I did, and nodded my head. “Good.” She paused in a way that made me uncomfortable, and the two of them looked at each other.

“What?” I asked at length.

Smiles slowly crept across each face and finally, Connie looked at me. She nodded to Clara who reached over and took my cage back in her hand and tugged it gently back and forth. With her other hand, she reached down and started massaging my testicles again. Connie looked at her and said, “Yeah, just like that.” She turned to me and asked, “Do you want her to stop?”

I stared back at her agape. “What?”

She repeated the question. “Do you want her to stop?” She gave me a serious face. “Stop everything. No more touching; nothing.” She looked at Clara who promptly let go of my scrotum but still held my cage. I looked at them back and forth, trying to read their faces. Was she serious? What if she is? The silence rang in my ears. It felt like minutes, but could only have been a few seconds.

What did I want? Stop everything? No more tortuous games. Nothing special, just three kids playing (while one of them is naked with his penis in a plastic sheath). Did I want her to stop? I looked at Clara and had to admit defeat.

“No,” I meekly uttered.

The girls showed each other broad smiles. Connie leaned in and kissed my cheek again. “Good.” Then she did something that absolutely stunned me: she took my hand and placed it on her tiny breast. “Now, sit and don’t move unless we tell you to. Let the torture games continue!”

They took turns massaging me and tugging at my cage. Connie continued to let me feel her up through her shirt, and that alone kept my cage taught. I groaned at the feel of her nipples getting hard, and she chuckled at my inability to do anything about it. I knew that was as close as I was going to get to seeing her exposed like me, and I was at terms with that. It was such a strange combination of feelings: I was frustrated that I couldn’t see her or feel her body directly, but, at the same time, I somehow felt honored to be able to feel her up at all. Arousal, frustration, and confusion all got very blurry.

They took turns playing with my plastic predicament for probably the next twenty minutes. It felt like an endurance race. My testicles burned, and my penis felt as though it was going to be ripped off. I was leaking pre-cum all over the toilet lid. I was so thankful when Aunt Kay hollered for the girls. They got up, and I knew I’d be expected to follow. I went out behind them, my cramped penis leading me along.

“There he is!” Kay and mom were waiting in the living room. “Come give your aunt a big kiss good bye!”

I walked over and hugged her around the neck, but I still couldn’t look her in the eye. Even though my two cousins had spent the last thirty minutes fondling me, being naked in front of my aunt was still embarrassing. I felt incredibly exposed, and just a little lost in it all. He smiling stare made it worse. She reached down and took my entire sex in one hand, and reached around behind me with the other. I felt her fingers probing between my cheeks, and resting on my tiny hole. She moved in close and whispered in my ear.

“You’ll learn to love this life, little man.” Her words gave me the strangest chill. She spoke then kissed my lips lightly, and gave me a wink. “Trust me; I know.” She smiled, and hugs went all around as though this were the most normal family gathering in the world. I felt a little queasy, and my aunt’s words were beginning to set in. I felt a knot forming in my stomach, and my penis strained against its cage. The contradiction of feelings inside me was almost overwhelming. I watched as mom closed the door behind them.

After they left, I looked at my mother. “Mom,” I asked.

“What is it, sweetie?” Her face wasn’t cross or stern or sneaky. It was a normal mom face for a normal mom day. She looked at me the same way she might if I had a question about dinner. Of course, she had to know it was something more than that.

“I don’t understand.”

She looked back, and her eyes offered sympathy for my mental turmoil. “I know, honey. I know. You’re just going to have to trust me, okay? Can you do that?”

“Of course, I can, mom.” I gave her my best smile.

“That’s good.” She came over and put her hand against my cheek. “Now, this is your first time caged like this, so I’m going to give you just one more day before I let you out for a little breather. But, for now, come with me. Your aunt brought you over some videos I want you to watch.”

“Videos?” That familiar uncertain fear began to rise.

“Yes. Videos of men and some boys in similar situations.” She gestured to my cage. “You have to see them. You might find them...enlightening.” She turned and went into the other room, and after a moment, I followed. I was both scared and intrigued. Aunt Kay leaving videos about guys with caged penises? Mom was right: I had to see them, though I suspected enlightening was not the term I would have used.

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