Disaster

It's a fucking disaster.

Katie and Charlotte had been fucking each other again on Tuesday night, late. I couldn't help but watch, and of course got it on video. Charlotte had bought a new double dong, and the two of them were fucking each other at the same time with it, legs spread, double cock head inside each of them.

Heck, I get turned on just by watching them kiss goodbye. Seeing them naked with their legs spread wide, taking in a rubber cock head that was also stuck in the other girl, oh my god.

The chastity device was still on. I'd tried to get it off earlier, and failed. I tried again while watching those two lesbians going at it, and like before, I figured I could get it off but it would really, really hurt. And then it wasn't assured. I tugged at my cock, trying to get it out of the sheath without removing the part around my scrotum, and that seemed like it might work, but frankly my cock is too big! It's several inches long and getting it out of that thing was scary because I was afraid it would get bent and stuck in some weird position and I'd have to go to a doctor which would be humiliating...

I decided that was the last time. I was not going to use that chastity thing again. It was fun for a while, but I'd rather just jack off or fuck Maddie whenever I wanted. Or dump Maddie as soon as I found a better looking girl, and fuck her. No more.

So Wednesday evening I went over to Katie's like we'd arranged, at about 8:00. I knocked on the door, and Katie answered. Charlotte was there and I could tell something was off. They both looked really serious and I wondered if something was wrong between them.

"You've come for your key, I assume," Katie said.

"Yeah, and I really want to thank you for holding it. And... I think I've been able to grow a lot and have reached a point where I won't be asking you to keep it for ... wait... you..."

She had said, "key". She'd opened the box.

"Yes, I opened the box. What's the key for, Len?" Katie seemed really serious.

"Um... it's to a lock box containing some... like... mementos from my last relationship."

"Show us. I want to see this key unlock whatever it is."

Something was waaayyyy off. Katie seemed angry and Charlotte was sitting silently staring at me like I was Satan or something.

"No, Katie, it's very private. Just... please return the key and I won't bother you again." I was beginning to panic.

"Show me what the fuck this key opens or you will never, ever see it again." Katie was angry, really angry. It was weird, there was no way she should be acting like this over a key and it was scaring me.

I pleaded a few more times, Katie refused. Charlotte stood up and came over. The two of them were angry and intimidating.

I didn't know what to do. So I did something really, really stupid. I needed to get the chastity device off, and if the only way to get that key was to show them... I said OK.

They stood and watched as I unbuckled my belt, unzipped and let my pants drop around my ankles. I slid my underwear down, showing the two women my genitals-- locked up and secure.

I was so humiliated I couldn't look at them. I just looked at the ground.

After a moment of silence I said in a small voice, "can I have the key now?"

"Fuck you," Charlotte said. "This is so fucking unacceptable. You've been playing some sort of kinky game and sucked Katie into it against her will! We should call the cops!"

There was something about standing there with my genitals out in the open air, visible and on display in their locked state in front of these two women, that made me feel embarrassed, vulnerable and scared.

"Please! No! Don't call the cops, I never did anything! I just asked her to hold the key for a bit. There's nothing wrong with that!"

Charlotte moved closer, right up into my face. I hadn't realized she was as tall as me until that moment, maybe a bit taller.

"Wrong, boy. You involved her in your perverted little sex escapade without her knowledge and I am sure the cops would like to know. And your employer. And maybe even your mom."

The blood had drained from my face and I stood humiliated, staring at the floor, unable to speak.

"You aren't getting that key any time soon," Katie said. "You want to make me your keyholder? Well guess what. I am going to let you know just what having a true keyholder is like."

"Wait, no. You can't do that! Not... not against my will!" I begged.

"Wanna bet?" Charlotte said. She picked up the remote control to the TV and turned it on. A moment later a video of Katie and Charlotte fucking with the double dong came on.

I stood in disbelief, pants down, vulnerable, scared. They had found my voyeur equipment somehow. They had discovered the recordings. They had the videos. How?

We all stood watching Katie and Charlotte fucking on the TV for a little while, then Charlotte turned it off. "There's a lot more apparently. Including video of you fucking some babe from work. I bet she didn't know you were taping her, huh? She'd like to know, maybe?"

It was true. I had turned on a hidden cam inside my bedroom once when Maddie was over. She had no idea.

"The key is mine now," Katie said. "We taped over the cameras in my bedroom so you can't use them any more, but the equipment is still in place. If we go to the cops for this, you will spend at least a couple years in prison, and then come out a registered sex offender. Your life is fucked, Len."

Silently I reached down to pull up my pants. The key was gone, in Katie's control someplace. She wasn't giving it back.

"Leave the fucking pants down," Katie said. "I want to see your pathetic genitals. You are going to be punished, Len, this is just the beginning."

My pants dropped again, as did my jaw. "wha... what...?"

"You stay in chastity until I say so. IF I say so."

Katie took hold of my bulging scrotum, squeezed tight and extended because of the ring behind them testicles. She squeezed, and I cringed, bending over to try and protect my most vulnerable parts.

"Stand up straight!" Katie barked. She continued examining my genitals roughly, hurting them as she went. Charlotte was off to the side, smirking.

I was literally whimpering as she manhandled my manhood.

"OK. Pull your pants up. The key stays with me. Report to me at 6:00pm tomorrow evening and we will see how you can serve Charlotte and I to make amends for your heinous and illegal behavior."

I pulled my pants up and went back into my condo.

Opening the closet, I saw the equipment was still there, intact. I turned it on. Sure enough, the cameras showed nothing but black. The videos had been erased, though I know Katie had a copy. How had she gotten in? How had she discovered what was going on?

I got undressed and looked at my pathetic, locked up cock and began to cry.

I am so fucked.