Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 5 of 5): Release Day (Chunk 3 of 3) Terms of Your Release

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**Release**


Disappointed, Veronica switched off the vibrator, disconnected it from the sleeve and set it on the ground. Emily pulled the cock sleeve off and flung it onto the folding table. “Well that’s no fun, most guys dance longer than that. Oh well. Emily, how did we do on the cum situation?”


“Um, I think I caught most oooof it but I missed a couple spurts. His cock was dancing like crazy, it was hard to controoool.” Emily put the glass on the table and got down at eye level to see if the fluid reached the line to get. “Damn, I think we are a littttttttle short. Looks like it is just beloooow the line.”


“Damnit Mike,” Veronica said angrily. “That.” SLAP “Is.” SLAP “Just.” SLAP “Not.” SLAP “Good.” SLAP “Enough.” SLAP. Veronica said, emphasizing every word with a slap to my completely defeated nuts. The pain was intense but I was able to cope with deep breathing, still relatively thankful the humbler was preventing the stomach feel. “Well Emily, I guess we better hook up the electrodes again for Round #4, I am running out of ideas.”


“Ok, woooorks for me!” Emily said eagerly. I think she really loves the electro torture.


I can’t even speak.


“Wait a minute. The electro. We never checked the precum catch plate! There’s bound to be some in there. There always is,” Veronica said with a giant grin. She reached down between my legs and felt around for the plate but not too far since she didn’t want her face in my nuts. “Emily, can you reach that?”


“Yup……here it is. Whhhooooaaaa. There is quite a bit ooooon there.” Emily handed the plate to Veronica with a look of bewilderment.


“Oh my, there really is. Maybe I had it turned up a little too high. Hahaha. We probably didn’t even need that third orgasm. Oh well, Mike seemed to enjoy himself. Hahaha.” Veronica laughed once more and Emily joined in. “Emily, can you go grab one of those kitchen scraper thingies that you use for cake batter and stuff?”


“Sure!” and just like that Emily bounded into the kitchen and returned quickly with a white handled, silicone red headed, kitchen scraper. “Here you go.”


“Thanks.” Veronica carefully scraped the plate’s contents across the plate and into the glass, careful not to miss a drop. By the time she had cleaned the plate, the shot glass was nearly overflowing. “Bahahaha. Almost overflowing! I’ve still got it! Good to know my cum extraction skills haven’t dulled,” she joked.


“Wow, that really is a loooot.”


“Yeah it is really,” Veronica said, impressed with herself.


A huge sigh of relief washes over my body. No more chastity cage. No more servitude. No more testicle pain. THANK GOD. My manhood is completely broken as is my spirit. “So. ahh. You two want to let me out of this? We are all done right?” I tried to ask cooly but my excitement got the better of me.


“Sure, are you ready to fulfill your one requirement for being released?” Veronica asked me.


Ummmm, what the fuck. “Um yeah, I already did, right? I filled that whole glass with sperm.”


“Oh honey. Haha That wasn’t the one requirement. In fact, we never actually told you the requirement.”


“Whaaaat?” Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?!


“No no. We told you that there was only one requirement for taking off your chastity cage. Then in a separate statement, we told you that you needed to fill the glass.”


“Yup, Yuuuup. That’s how it went dooown,” Emily chimed in.


“You’re kidding?”


“Not at all. Your one requirement for being released from the cage is that you DRINK your cum,” Veronica stated.


“Every. Last. Drop. As I have been doooing foor years,” Emily once again added.


“No way. No freaking way……you’re crazy. I won’t do it.”


“C’mon you big baby, it really isn’t sooooo bad,” Emily assured.


“Nope. na’ah. Not going to do it.”


“It’s not like you have a choice here Mike, you are in no position to argue. Have you noticed the predicament you are in?” Veronica teased.


“Mmmmmhmmm” I conceded. I still wasn’t going to drink the cum.


“Ok fine. Emily grab the crusher plate for the humbler.”


“Sure!” Emily grabs a wooden square with four bolts and matching wingnuts, and hands them to Veronica.


Veronica twists the humbler so my balls get stretched out further and point toward the ground. The humbler vibrates as she slides the four bolts through holes in the humbler. She released the humbler and it bounces back into position from the tension on my nuts. I feel the tops of the cold bolts on the backs of my thighs. Veronica slides the wood plate onto the four posts and I feel the cold wood resting on top of my balls. In a matter of moments Veronica is tightening the wingnuts, two at a time.


I was scared. A part of me was thinking, I have taken everything they have dished out so far and I’ve been able to handle it just fine. Another part of me was telling me just to drink the cum and be done with it. But I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t give them the satisfaction of watching me drink my own cum. That is…until the wooden plate began to tighten. There was no low and slow here. Veronica was running out of patience. It seemed she didn’t care if she popped my balls.


The plate began to squeeze. “Hhaaaaa haaaaaaa haaaa.”



“Are you ready to eat it?”


“Haaaaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaa. No.”


The plate tightened down further. “How about now?”


“Haaaaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaaaa. No.”


“Very well.” The plate tightened much further. It felt as if my balls were about to pop. “Aaaaand now?”


I whimpered and shook but still I wasn’t giving in. “hhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaa haaaaaa. I can’t.”


“You can and you will.” Surprisingly the plate could go down further. Testicle destruction was imminent. Veronica really wasn’t messing around. “How about now?”


I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my testicles starting to give way. She really wasn’t going to stop until I ate the cum or my balls were crushed flat. Looking over at Emily her eyes were fixed on my nuts with a very concerned look on her face, a look that frightened me. She was genuinely concerned for my balls. Well shit, if she was scared I should be too. I squeaked at first when trying to speak, finally out of sheer survival I let out, “OK.”


“Ok, you will do it or ok, I should stop. Tell me yes or no for eating the cum.”


“Yes,” I said weakly.


“Good!” Veronica responded, very chipper. Like nothing even happened. She immediately began to remove the wingnuts with great speed, first loosening them two at a time to reduce the crushing force before removing them completely. Once the wingnuts were off, she took off the plate, rotated the humbler towards the ground once more and slid out the bolts. “I think we can take this off too.” Veronica continued to remove the wingnuts on the humbler itself, the wingnuts keeping the two long pieces of wood pressed together. Finally, the two wood slats came apart and my nuts were free to dangle.


Such a great relief. Then again, BOOOM. The stomach hit from all the humbler-aided attacks slowly crept in. The slaps, the grinding of the foot, the paddles, the bats, the whole electro routine, and finally the crushing, it all sunk in all at once. “Oooooooooooooooh.” The pain wasn’t particularly sharp but it was a low, dull, nausea that consumed my entire stomach and abdomen.


Emily looked confused as to why I was groaning.


“Oh, he is probably experiencing the aftershocks, like he did when I kicked his balls in the chastity cage and quickly removed it. A delayed reaction of sorts. He probably had a lot of catching up to do. Let’s not waste any time though, I want to see him each his own filthy cum.”


“Ooook!”


“We are going to need him upright for this so help me remove his straps. DO NOT remove his knee straps,” Veronica instructed.


“Oooh yeah. Ook.”


The two women undid the three large leather straps that went over my back pinning me to the table. Once my upper body was free they both grabbed a shoulder and helped me upright. Initially I was a little woozy from the head rush and my stomach was still aching like mad but eventually I was able to get my bearings. My vision continued to remain a little blurry from the pain. So there I knelt at the end of the coffee table. My knees were still forcibly spread, strapped to the legs of the coffee table, and my arms were locked tightly behind my back in this sweaty leather straight jacket but my cock and balls were unrestricted and I was upright at least. I had drool dried to the side of my face and I noticed the fairly large pool of drool on the table from where my head had been.


“Go ahead Emily,” Veronica encouraged.


Emily grabbed the brimming shot glass of cum and brought it up to my lips. “Ok, oooopen wide. Dooown the hatch.”


Without the pain I was starting to come to my senses again. I really did not want to drink this stuff. Especially with how musty it smelled and how much there was in the glass. I clenched my mouth tightly.


“C’mooon Mike, drink it uuup,” said Emily in a motherly tone.


“Mmmmmmnmmm” I continued to clench my jaw.


Veronica, still very impatient, bent over, got a firm grip on my dangling balls and clenched them tight. “Listen here. I don’t need a humbler, or a crusher plate, or any toy for that matter, to crush your balls flat. Fucking drink it Mike.”


Squeak…”O. K.” I opened my mouth and started to drink the cum. Trying hard not to taste it as best I could. I wanted to just drink it fast like a shot but Emily only slowly tilted the glass into my mouth. She was grinning widely and enjoying every second. While I drank I couldn’t help but taste the warm saltiness that coated my tongue. The mustiness of the semen danced in my nose. Veronica did not loosen her grip as I slowly drank. Probably a good thing she didn’t or I would have never finished it. Finally the glass was empty and most of it was down my throat clinging on its way down.


“Every last drop Mike. Get your tongue in there,” Veronica asserted, squeezing ever tighter.


I tongued the glass clean and swallowed the last of it down. Blaaawwww. Gross. I have so much more respect for Emily now.


“Goooood boy,” said Emily smiling.



**The Terms of Your Release**


“Yes, good boy.” Veronica agreed. Then Veronica did something I did not expect. She pushed me. She pushed me back onto the coffee table and I landed with a thud.


Luckily I was able to use my aching abdominal muscles to slow the fall since my knees were still tied to the legs of the table. It still caught me off guard and I landed harder than I wanted to. “Oooft,” I let out as I landed.


Veronica grabbed the large straps once more and began to loop them around the table, pinning me in place. Emily helped her. When they finished they both stood back and smiled at me.


“What’s going on here? I am free now right?”


Emily began, “Yes you are hoooney! You are free of the chastity cage. I am so proud of yooou.”


“Sooo, why did you put those straps back on? Can you untie me please?”


Veronica spoke this time, “No no no Mike. That wasn’t part of the deal. We never mentioned anything about releasing you from bondage, only the chastity cage. We kinda like you like that, all helpless on the table. Plus we have great access to your balls! And you’ve seen what fun we can have with your balls.”


“You’re kidding me.”


“Afraid not. I’ve been having sooooo much fun,” Emily teased.


“Ok, fine. What do I have to do to get out of this bondage?”


Veronica chimed in once again, “Well Mike, let me answer your question with another question. Do you know what today is?”


“Ummmm, Sunday.”


“No no, the date. What is the date?”


“It’s…October 2nd.”


Emily spoke up this time, “Correct! It’s Octooober second, moreoooover, it’s Locktooober second!”


“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Bull. Fucking. Shit. All these stupid fucking games. These women, just fucking with me, all week and all night.


“Watch yooooour tone mister. You are in no position to get mooooouthy,” Emily scolded playfully.


“I can’t believe you want me to put the chastity cage back on. That was pure hell.”


“Well believe it buster. To get oooout of your constraints you need to be wearing the chastity cage. At least for the rest of Locktooober….Plus twoooo days since you broke the rules by cumming toooday. What do you say? Can I put the cage back on you?”


“No way, I will just lay right here I think.” I really didn’t have a plan but I wasn’t going back into that cage any time soon.


“Listen, I can put the cage back on yooou whenever I want really. You can’t avoid it anyways, but I would rather you ask me, beg me, to put it back on yooou. In fact I kinda like that. Maybe down the road we can make that a house ruuule. You are either wearing the cage or you are bound up tightly so I can abuse yooour balls. Sound like fun?” Emily asked rhetorically.


I just layed there. I was too exhausted for any of this. I was still in great pain. I just had to lay there and think of a way out of it. Surely I could talk them out of this, but what to say.


Veronica’s patience finally gave way, “Fine, Mike. We can do it your way. Remain in bondage for all I care. Emily, grab the electro, I will band his balls.” With that Veronica grabbed a small leather strap and resumed her place behind me. She roughly reached under and grabbed my balls, pulling them back behind me once more. With her other hand she pulled the strap around the base of my scrotum and fastened it tightly, forming the balls into a tight little pouch once again. “Emily, I think this time I will show you the long program and set it at a base level of 50.”


“Oooh that sounds like fun!” Emily agreed.


No fucking way do I even want to do the short program at 45 again let alone the long program. Especially not at an even higher level than before. Maybe it was an empty threat but I doubted it. I was done. Time to give in. I was holding zero cards. “Ok, I give up. You can put me back in the chastity cage.”


Veronica pretending not to hear me continued on, “We can actually set my audio program to repeat. We can have it run constantly for the whole night while you and I go out for a couple drinks. What do you think?”


“YES PLEEEEASE!” Emily said excitedly.


They were pretending not to hear me. I frantically searched my thoughts for what to say to get them off of their current course of action. “Please put the chastity cage back on me.”


“Oooh I think I heard sooomething?” Emily teased. “Yeah, maybe we will collect a whoooole booowl of semen after running him for a couple hours.”


“That would be a fun experiment,” Veronica agreed.


Desperate now, “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. PLEASE PUT THE CAGE BACK ON ME.”


Emily and Veronica both busted out laughing. They knew they had won. They knew they had me right where they wanted me. They knew they had all the cards. Once the laughing calmed down a bit Emily finally asked, “Are you suuuure that’s what you want?”


“More than anything. Please lock up my cock, goddess.” I was a broken man.


“Ok, you got it!”


Emily went to grab the chastity cage and the lock back off the folding table of goodies and knelt down behind me taking Veronica’s previous position. Emily went to work removing the strap that Veronica had installed around my nuts and then squeezing me into the chastity cage. She pulled the metal ring closed and the all too familiar feeling of confinement was back. She twisted it to the left and to the right to verify fit and pressed the lock through the aligned holes in the ring, clicking the lock closed.


“There we go. That should do it,” she said pridefully as she stood up next to Veronica. “Well Veronica, should we let him out?”


“Yeah, I suppose we should,” Veronica agreed. “One last thing though. Mike has given me quite a bit of attitude over the weekend. I think he thinks he is better than me. I take a lot of comfort in the pain I was able to dish out but I still need one little token of respect…”


“What’s thaaat?” Emily asked.


“He needs to kiss my boot….to remind him that his place is under my feet.”


“Oooh, I like that. Go ahead, make him kiss your boooooot,” Emily encouraged.


“Ok.” Veronica walked to the side of the table and put her foot on top, inches in front of my face. “Go on and kiss it Mike. Know your place.”


I start to flush with anger but I am broken. I slide my face forward and give a small kiss at the side of her foot in her knee high leather boot. “No no, kiss it like you mean it.” She was eating this up. So, I kiss along the side of the boot.


“Good boy, this one too.” She lifts her right leg onto the table and I kiss it many times along the side. “Good, one last kiss. I want you to kiss the bottom of this one, right near the toes. See that greasy little patch right there? That’s where I grinded your nuts into oblivion in the humbler, nearly made you cry,” Veronica teased. She was trying to get a rise out of me and she nearly almost got it. She probably wanted me to act out so she could have a reason to keep on punishing me. There was in fact a spot on the bottom of her shoe that was a little darker than the rest, so I kissed that too.


“Good, well I am satisfied,” Veronica said as she stepped back with the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen.


“Me too,” Emily agreed. “I’m going tooo untie him.”


“Ok, sounds good. I think I am going to head out while you do. It’s gotten late and I am tired. Plus I don’t really want to be around when he is free in case he gets any funny ideas. Haha.”


“Sounds gooood. Say, will you hold onto this fooor me? Yooou know, for safekeeping,” Emily asked with a wink. She held out the key on the small steel chain. GOD DAMN IT.


“Sure, it would be my honor. I will add it to the others this month. I have quite the collection. Hahaha. I meant what I said, you can hold onto those toys for now if you need them, I will email you two audio programs as well. The toys, I can grab back from you on Friday.”


“Sounds gooood. Have a goooood night.”


“You too Emily.”


“Mike, wish Veronica a gooood night and thank her for teaching yooou your place,” Emily said in a hushed and aggressive tone.


Sure, why not, literally add more insult to injury. “Good night Veronica. Thank you for teaching me my place.”


“Gooood boy,” Emily whispered.


Veronica smiled back from the doorway. “Mike, you are…..very welcome.” And she closed the door behind her.