Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 5 of 5): Release Day (Chunk 1 of 3) The Fun Begins

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**Sunday (Day 7)**

**The Lead up**


Finally, Sunday at last! Day mother fucking seven!! Finally I get to cum, it’s been so freaking long and I soo earned it. I turn over to my right and immediately my sore nuts begin to ache ever so slightly from the motion. Those ladies sure did a number on me last night. The sheets on the other side of the bed are messed up but Emily is nowhere to be found, she must have used the sheets at some point. Haha. I turn over to the other side of the bed and check the alarm clock, 9:27am. Wow, I slept in, my body must have really needed the sleep.


I lay there for a couple more minutes before finally getting up to get ready and….get dressed? Do I need to get dressed? Is she going to let me cum right away or do I have to wait all day? I begin my morning routine anyways. Once finished, I stay in my PJs and make my way downstairs to hear some chatter and laughing in the dining room.


As I drew closer to the dining room a cloud of dread began to form above me and grew bigger and darker the closer I got. I peek my head into the dining room to find both ladies sitting at the dining room table, laughing together over bagels and coffee. Fuck, Veronica is STILL here. The one interesting and very inspiring thing is the chastity cage key. The key and chain has moved from Veronica’s neck to Emily’s. Thank god.


“Good morning Mikel,” Veronica says with a confident smile. My palms and forehead instantly grow sweaty.


“Good morning Veronica,” and thanks for encouraging all the women to hurt my nuts last night. And thanks for getting me into this mess in the first place. And thanks for getting Emily to turn up her sadistic side. And thanks for sitting in my chair, eating my bagels, drinking MY coffee. But seriously, thanks for all the misery I am experiencing in my underwear!! Things I wish I could have said to her.


“Good morning hon,” said Emily sweetly. She seems to be in a good mood.


“Good morning.”


I pour myself a cup of coffee and pull up a chair at the table with them. “So how did you ladies sleep?”


“I slept just fine Mike.”


“I slept pretty decent, at least I think I did. I don’t remember much,” Emily recalled.


I took a few sips of my coffee as we all sat there in an awkward silence for a bit. Wanting to break the silence and get Veronica out of the house as soon as possible (and therefore get to my release sooner), I decided to nudge things along. “Have any big plans today Veronica?” Nudge, nudge, get out.



“Funny you should mention that Mike,” Veronica said with a chuckle. “Emily and I both agreed that I should stick around for tonight’s festivities.”


WHAT?! Are you freaking kidding me? God damn it. Not only do I have to wait until tonight but ball buster supreme is going to be here for it? Fucking hell. “Ok,” is all I reply.


“Yeah, she didn’t feel confident with some of the….toys. Don’t worry, I will only be around acting as a mentor. This is Emily’s show.”


I looked over at Emily for confirmation and she nodded and smiled in agreement. For some reason I am not comforted by Veronica’s assurance but what can I do? “I see. Any idea when we’re doing….things?” I asked nervously.


“No use in rushing things. We figured we would do it after dinner. Since you’ve been such a good boy Emily thought you could forgo your to-do list for the day.”


“Oh nice.” One good thing going for me at least.


“That doesn’t mean you are exempt from catering to our needs, should any arise,” Veronica clarified.


“Got it.”


“Yeah, so feel free to go around the house and do whatever you want but stay close. We will yell for you if we need you. We still have a few things to discuss.”


“Alright, sounds good. Thank you Veronica.” I smile at Veronica and get up to leave. Before leaving the women to their chat I walk over and give Emily a kiss on the cheek, hoping to win some favor. She smiled warmly in return.


I scoot out of the dining room, quick as a bunny, skipping breakfast and getting out of harm’s way as fast as humanly possible. I went upstairs and changed into some comfortable lounge clothes then assumed my post in the TV room for a much needed lazy sunday. A couple of hours on the couch go by. Tinkering on my phone, browsing reddit, setting my fantasy football teams, and playing some mindless reality TV in the background.


It’s nearly lunchtime and my stomach has been growling for an hour or so now when I hear, “Mike, be a dear and come into the living room.”


Ok, here we go. The first round of requests. Lucky for me it wasn’t too bad. The women just wanted sandwiches and chips for lunch. So I made them plates with sandwiches and chips as well as one for myself. I brought them their food and lemonade to drink and they relieved me of my duties once more. I grabbed my sandwich plate and took it into the TV room to eat in private.


A couple more hours of TV go by. My football team lost, big surprise. The next game starts and I am not too terribly interested so I go back to tinkering on my phone while the game plays in the background. Around 4pm I hear another call from the living room, “Mike, please come to the living room.” “Bring Wine.”


I go straight to the basement and grab another bottle of Pinot Grigio, they seemed to all like that last night. It’s a good thing I bought a case of it while it was on sale. I head back up to the kitchen to open the bottle and wash two glasses from last night since the dishwasher had not yet been run and we were out of white wine glasses. I dried the cups by hand and brought the open bottle with the two glasses out to the eager women sitting in the living room, likely planning my demise.


I walk over to Veronica first and hand her a glass. “What took you so long Mike?” Veronica pulls her empty hand back and motions a fake strike to my balls. I double over instinctively to protect my balls and brace for pain but none ever comes. “HAHAHA I’m just kidding Mike. You did fine.” Veronica cackled. “Too soon?” She laughs again. Emily joins in laughing with Veronica’s second bout of laughter.


“Ha,” I say nervously. “I guess you can say that.”


When her laughter subsides she holds out her glass and I fill it generously. “Thank you.”


“You’re welcome Veronica.”


I hand Emily a glass as well and fill her glass with a similar amount. She makes a similar fake motion at my testicles and laughs again. This time I don’t flinch nearly as much. I think that joke has run its course. “Thank you,” she responds.


“You’re welcome Goddess.”


“Ooooh, good boy,” Emily sang back to me with a smile.


Veronica, already irritated for some reason, “Ok Mike, that will be all for now. You can leave the bottle.”


I set down the bottle on the coffee table. “Sounds good,” and I excuse myself back to the safety of the TV room.


I got back to the TV room and noticed that the scores on the second football game had hardly changed. How boring! Back to my phone I go, for more tinkering. Another hour or so goes by and once again I hear, “Mike come back to the living room.” Jeez, these women are killing me, but hey, at least I’ve had some time to myself.


“What can I do for you?”


“We are hungry Mike,” Veronica states sharply.


“Yeah,” Emily chimed in.


“Ok, what are you hungry for?”


“We were thinking burgers,” Emily said. “With those homemade french fries you are so good at making.”


“Ohh, that does sound good. Sure, I can make that. It will take an hour or so though. The potatoes have to soak, and I have to wait for the oil to heat…”


“Fine. Fine,” Veronica interrupted. “An hour or so is just fine Mike. Plus, that will give us some time to set up in here.”


“Ok.” Setup? How much setup is required to let me cum I wondered.


“Just give us a shout when you are ready with it and we will come join you at the dinner table.”


“I can do that.”


“Thanks.”


So I went to work in the kitchen, luckily we had all the supplies. It took a great amount of effort but after about an hour I had made up all the food, set the table, and served it all up on serving trays at the dining room table. All the while my swollen balls still aching every time I took a step. The tables had everything: burger patties, buns, sliced lettuce, tomato and onion, homemade french fries, served with pickles, ketchup, mustard and mayo. A great amount of care and detail went into something they are probably just gonna scarf down anyways without a second thought. Yeah, I am a little miffed, but anything to stay in their good graces. I really needed to cum, bad.


“Ok ladies, we are all set,” I called out to the women.


“Ok, be right therrreeee,” Emily replied.


Within a few moments the women came into the kitchen with their empty wine glasses. They quickly found their places and immediately started building their burgers. “Nice….spread, Mike,” Veronica said genuinely with a little bit of teasing mixed in.


“Yeah, nice work hoooney.” Uh oh, Emily is getting buzzed off of wine again.


“Thanks.”


“Can you go get us some more wine Mike?” Veronica asked, but did not command.


“Sure, no problem.”


I ran downstairs and grabbed another bottle of Pinot. I think I am winning them over, even Veronica seemed to soften up a little bit. I get back upstairs to the kitchen, open the bottle at the counter then make my way to the table and fill their glasses. Important to mention that they did not lift their glasses for me to fill, they were already busy eating. Not sure they even noticed me filling the wine if I were to be completely honest. I sit down and begin building my burger.


“Mike, can you grab the salt?”


“Sure…no problem.” Damnit, I just want to eat. I run over and grab the salt and pepper shakers from the counter. “Anything else while I am up?”


“Nope, I am good.” “Nooo.”


“Ok, great.”


I finish building my burger and dish out what little remains of the french fries onto my plate. Thanks for saving me some ladies. We go on eating our meals in peace, there is a nervous tension in the air. Mostly from me, but some from Emily too. Even a little from Veronica perhaps. We finish up our food. I clear the table and put away the extra food. The women sit back and finish their wine, watching me work. No, no. Don’t get up. I finish my work from dinner and finally it is time. Unsure of what to do next I sit back down at the dinner table, my nervous energy is palpable. I sit for a moment and glance at Veronica and back at Emily. They seem to be content just sitting there and drinking what remains of their wine.


Finally, Veronica says something, “Ok well, should we get this show on the road?”


“Suuure. I suppose soo,” Emily agrees.


“Mike, go grab us another bottle of wine quick. Something tells me we are going to need more and this bottle is getting low,” Veronica says motioning at the half bottle of wine on the table between us.


“Alright, be right back.” I run down, grab a bottle, and nearly trip on the first step coming back up the stairs. My mind is racing like crazy and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I am so scared, nervous and excited all at once. I get back upstairs, open the bottle for them and place it next to the other, eagerly awaiting my next command.


Veronica smiles at my obedience and stands up. “Emily, grab your glass. Mike, grab the bottles. Let’s move into the living room.”


**The Fun Begins**


Both of us do as we are told and follow in behind her to the living room. We get into the livingroom and I notice not a whole lot has changed from them ‘setting up.’ The curtains are drawn, the coffee table and both end tables on either side of the couch have been cleared and there is an extension cord running to the coffee table. A small folding table has been set up with a lumpy black sheet over the top of it and a black leather jacket with lots of straps and buckles is sitting on top of the sheet.


“Emily, why don’t you run the show? This is for you after all,” Veronica said softly.


“Ooookk.” She turned to face me. “Mike, take off your clothesss. Fold them neatly and put them on the flooooor at the head of the cooooffee table.”


Gulp. This is really happening. I fluster for a moment. “Really? In front of Veronica?”


“YES. Oofff course! It’s nothing she hasn’t seen before and she is here to hellllpp.”


Veronica just sat back and said nothing. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she was beginning to look a little annoyed.


“Uh ok, fine.” I slowly stripped down to my birthday suit (except for the cage of course) and folded my clothes into a neat little pile. I brought the pile around and set it on the floor at the short end of the coffee table.


“Gooood,” Emily encouraged. “Now goooo to the folding table with the leather jacket on it….Put it ooooon.”


I timidly walked over to the folding table with the black sheet on it and picked up the jacket. Upon inspection it looked like any other jacket aside from the buckles and straps going up and down the front of it. It also didn’t have any holes in the sleeves for my hands to come out of but instead had more straps hanging from the ends. This is a fucking straight jacket. I look back at Emily with some concern.


“DOOO IT. The cage will NOT be removed until your arms are firrrrst restricted,” Emily asserted.


Ugh. Ok fine. So I put on the jacket without another word. The fit of the sleeves is snug but not too bad, they do seem to go up into my armpit a bit though. I bring the two sides of the jacket together in the front as best I can without having my fingers free and look up to Emily for assistance. She smiles and walks over to where I stand. She begins by pulling the top strap on one side of the jacket and through the buckle on the other side. She aligns the pin of the buckle with a hole in the strap that allows the strap to fasten snugly. She continues this process with the other four straps going down the jacket and then looks to Veronica when she is done. “How does it look Veronica?”


Veronica then set down her wine on the nightstand and walked over Emily and me. “It looks pretty good,” Veronica tugged at a couple of the straps. “These two could be a little tighter.” She unfastens two of the straps across my midsection and rebuckles them one notch tighter. Woof, this is snug. “There, now let’s take care of his arms Emily. Mike, put your arms behind your back.”


Obediently, but increasingly worried, I do as I am told. Veronica first grabs my left arm and bends it at the elbow and pulls it upward behind me toward the middle of my back. “You see that buckle over there?” Veronica says motioning with her head while continuing to pin my arm behind me against my back.


“Yes. Yes, I doooo.”


“The strap from his sleeve goes through that buckle.”


“Ooook, like this?” Emily pulls the strap through the buckle and buckles it when she finds a hole she likes. Veronica pulls my arm this way and that but it moves very little, content with this she lets go.


“That looks great, now his other arm.”


Veronica grabs my right arm and bends it at the elbow, pinning it against the middle of my back in a similar fashion. Emily reaches at the strap and buckles it. Veronica once again checks my movement. It’s tight, it’s not going anywhere. “Great, I think he is ready for the next step.”


Up until this point I was always feeling a little helpless, cock locked up, and balls separated from my body. Sure, she had the key to the lock on my cock but I was still just playing along. If I were ever truly scared or over it, I could always run to the shed and get a bolt cutter to cut the lock. Not now, not in this moment. With my arms securely fastened behind my back like this the magnitude of the situation was fully starting the kick in. I no longer had any control. Sure I could walk but where was I gonna go? I can’t even open a doorknob. I started to tremble nervously. My palms and feet began to sweat. My breath quickened to an erratic pace.


“Ok Mike, march to the other end of the cooooffee table,” Emily commanded. She grabbed a loop on my jacket and walked me to the end of the table as you would a dog on a short leash. “Noooow, carefullyyyy. I want you to kneeeeel in front of the table facing it.”


I thought about how I was going to do this for a second, then carefully got onto my knees. Whenever I thought I was going to tip over and lose my balance Emily would brace me. “Ok…”


“Emily, help me bring our supply table over to the coffee table,” Veronica requested. Emily left my side to join Veronica and together they carried the folding table with the black sheet over to where I knelt, next to the coffee table. Veronica pulled off the black sheet. I couldn't see much of what was on the table because I was at eye level but I saw some leather straps and wires sticking out of a cardboard box. Veronica grabbed two leather straps with buckles on their ends and handed them to Emily. Emily went around to the backside of me while Veronica went to the otherside of the coffee table and slid the table up against the front of me.


“Kneeeees apart,” Emily instructed.


I walked my knees wider, now they lined up with the legs of the coffee table, the edge of the table pressed against my waist. Emily got down on her knees and tightly wrapped each strap around the leg of the table and the back of my knee, buckling them in place. Once both knees were bound snuggly she stood up and asked, “Hoooww does this look Verooonica?”


Veronica smiled and walked around behind me next to Emily. She tugged at the straps a little bit. “Mmmmmm, this will do quite…” BAM! I feel the toe of a boot connect squarely with my tender balls. It was by no means a super forceful kick but it was intense enough to send me momentarily reeling. “...NICELY.”


I doubled over from the pain, hovering a short distance from the top of the coffee table. Breathing great labored breaths as I am brought back to a fresh hell reminiscent of last night. Veronica places her hand on my back and presses down, forcing me to lay my upper body on the coffee table. “You can rest for this portion of the fun, Mike. Emily, let’s secure his top half now. Please grab the three large straps.”


I turned my head to face Emily and the folding table to see her grab three long leather straps with buckles, nearly identical to the first two on my knees but longer. She takes one of the straps and runs it under the bottom of the coffee table, up and around over the top of me, near the middle of my back and fastens it tightly. The second strap goes the same way to secure my lower back and the third goes around my upper back. Great, now I am pinned to this stupid table, as helpless as I can possibly be. I hope to god I don’t get any more nut shots. I don’t think my balls can take it.


“That looks great Emily. My left foot is feeling left out and I need a little practice. One little kick for good measure, to test his restraints…” Veronica teased confidently.


“Veronica, please don….” But my sentence got lost in my throat as I was greeted with another boot to the testicles, a little off center with my left testicle taking the brunt of the force. “Ooooooooh awwwwwww.” I groaned in agony and contorted in my bindings. I could feel Emily and Veronica’s eyes intently focused on me as I fruitlessly wriggled ever so slightly around on the coffee table. The bindings held tight, I couldn’t move a muscle. NOW, I was completely fucked.


“That looks good, he can barely move,” Veronica stated with pride. “Now quickly, Emily, you may take off his cage. I want the circulation to return to normal while the pain from my boot is still fresh.”


“Oook!” Emily said eagerly. Emily quickly removed the chain with the key from around her neck and got down between my knees. She rather forcefully grabbed the cage underneath me and pulled it back towards her and twisted it so that the lock could be seen. She fumbled with the key for a minute but finally she was able to get the key in the hole.


It was the sweetest sound that I had ever heard when the soft metallic click of the lock sprung open. She slid the lock out of the hole and fumbled some more but eventually I was free at last!! Immediately I could feel my sweaty cock get cool from the air. The skin and flesh of both my cock and balls, now able to stretch and take up space freely once more. That bliss was short-lived however. Pain immediately coursed throughout my body. Veronica’s cheeky boot was delivering one of the most powerful aftershocks I had ever experienced. My stomach was twisted up in a hundred knots and I was paralyzed with pain. Even had I not been so tightly bound to that table right there and then, I would not be able to move. “ooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooooh,” I groaned.


“Bahahaa, there it is! Now that the blood flows freely, Mike is now experiencing the full unencumbered consequence of my little boot. That’s what I was waiting for. haha,” Veronica cheerfully pointed out.


“OOOOOOooooooh,” I continued to groan as the pain continued its onslaught.


“Ok, let’s get started. Emily go grab the glass and explain the rules.”


Emily returned with a small shot glass and set it down on the table, just inches from my face. Emily then began to explain, “To earn your freedooooom. You only need to do one thinggg.”


“Ooooooh, ok.”


“We need you to fill the glaasssss.”


“Umm, fill it with what?” I asked nervously, still trembling in pain.


“Well sperm of coursssse. The thing that got yoooou into this mess in the first place, your cummm.”


“I am supposed to fill an entire shot glass with cum?” I asked bewildered.


“Well not allll the way. There is a little line on the side at the oooone ounce mark.” Sure enough I saw the line on the side, about three quarters of the way up the glass. “After a whole week of saving up your cum I think you can fill that up with one goooooo of it.”


“Ha I suppose. What if I can’t?”


“Well you won’t move from that spot until you dooooo and Veronica has assured me that she has ways of ‘cultivating’ more sperrrrrm,” Emily said with a chipper tone.


Yikes, I wonder, how does one cultivate more sperm? I guess I don’t really want to know, but on the upside I do get to get off. So let’s try it. “Umm ok. How do we….?”


“Well you just lay there and leave the rest toooo usss.”