My girlfriend Amber and I have been dating for almost two years. Several nights a week, I either spent the night at her place or she stays at mine. One night when she was at my place, she noticed some wadded-up Kleenex in the trash can next to my bed and asked if I’d had a cold. I told her no, but she sensed embarrassment and began examining the tissue. The all had the same amount of dried material in the center. “Have you been jacking off, John?” I feigned confusion, “What???” She asked again, “Have you been wanking in the tissue?” With a barely audible voice, I said, “Sometimes.”
Amber started separating out the individual wads of tissue and organizing them on the bed. As if to make a point, she counted them out loud, “One, two, three … twenty-seven. When was the last time you emptied this trash pail?” I lied and said I did not know. Rooting around the pail, Amber found several receipts and noted the earliest one was three weeks earlier. “You’ve masturbated twenty-seven times in three weeks. That is more than once a day. In fact, some of those days you were at my place and some I was at yours. Have you masturbated while I’ve been in your house?” Like a kid wanting to avoid a parent’s scolding, I said, “I don’t know.” Amber was not going to drop the issue. “What do you look at when you are wacking off?” I didn’t know how to get out of the mess I was in.
Like a bloodhound on the trail of an escaped convict, Amber pursued the issue of porn. “Do you watch porn when you are doing this?” Without waiting for me to answer, she asked to look at the browser history on my laptop. Walking through each day for the past three weeks, she saw I logged into PornHub about the same time each evening, just before bedtime. Clicking on the search icon, she read the list of my most recent searches out loud: “humiliation”, “femdom”, “milking”, “bbc”, and “cuckold”. She latched onto the first term, “Do you like to be humiliated, John?” I lied again and told her no. She didn’t believe me. “John, you have a masturbation problem. I find it insulting. It is as if you are. telling me that I am not enough for you. We need to get you some treatment. We didn’t talk about the issue further that evening.
A few days past before Amber raised the subject again, “I have been thinking about your masturbation problem. I think you need an intervention, like people have sometimes when they are addicted to drugs or are alcoholics.” I asked her what she meant, and she explained, “An intervention is a pre-planned meeting between concerned individuals, often family members or close friends, and a loved one or friend struggling with addiction. You are addicted to masturbation. Some friends and I have planned an intervention.” I was dumbfounded, “You have been discussing this with strangers?” She tried to assure me, “No, absolutely not. I have discussed the intervention with friends, people who support you.” I asked who, and all Amber would say is the plans had been made and I would learn the details tonight.
That evening, about 7:00, there was a knock at the door. Amber was busy, so I answered. Five women were standing on the porch. I recognized a couple of them as friends of Amber, but actually I didn’t know any of the women well. As soon as I invited them in, Amber showed up, welcomed them, and then turned to me to make introductions, “John, these are the friends who are going to help with your intervention, Jan, Lisa, Brenda, Lin and Jennifer.” I didn’t know what else to say but welcomed them in our home. I desperately wanted to get Amber alone to find out what the fuck was going on, but there was no chance. She was surrounded now by her posse.
I offered to help entertain and after the women were seated in the living room, I asked them what I could bring them to drink. They all wanted wine. I went to the kitchen, opened two bottles of Chardonnay, and poured six glasses, five for our guests and one for Amber. After I passed out the glasses, I was asked to have a seat on the other side of the room. Brenda was the first to speak, and she wasn’t delicate, “John, Amber tells us you jack off too much.” Amber tried to soften the message, “John, I told the ladies you could use some help focusing on us rather than on self-satisfaction.” I knew exactly what she was talking about and I asked, “What have you told your friends?” She said, “That you masturbate every day, sometimes multiple times a day and that you might have an issue with pornography.” I repeated, “Pornography?” She clarified, “Yes, I showed them your search history. If humiliated, do you think you might stop the destructive behavior?” Playing dumb, I asked, “Destructive behavior?” “Yes, the obsession with porn and with masturbation.” Continuing my dumb act, I just said I didn’t know.
Jan chimed in, “John, let’s do an exercise. First, let’s get ready like we’re going to masturbate. What do you do to get ready?” I shrugged my shoulders. She continued, “Do you take your clothes off? Are you naked?” I shrugged my shoulders again, but Jen insisted on an answer, so I said, “Usually.” Jan suggested, that was a good place to start. I looked at Amber, “Are you asking me to take my clothes off?” Instead of answering, she got up off the couch, took my hand, helped me to my feet, and started to undress me. I stared into her eyes while she took my clothes off. I felt paralyzed as she removed the last article of clothing, my underpants. I was standing naked in front of six women, five of whom were almost complete strangers.
I covered my private parts with my hands while Lisa spoke for the first time, “John, show us how you masturbate.” I wanted to say, Jesus, just like all men do, but I felt being flippant might make my situation worse. I didn’t demonstrate, but simply said I use my hand. She asked me what I thought about when I was going it, and I said “Porn.” She asked what kind, and I shrugged my shoulders. She followed up with a series of questions: “Do you think about humiliation?” “Yes” “Are you humiliated now?” “Yes” “Do you think about female domination?” “Yes” “Are we females dominating you now?””Yes” “Do you think about being milked?” “Yes” If you are being dominated and humiliated by females, do you think perhaps this is a good time to be milked?” After a pregnant pause, John responded, “I suppose.” She concluded, “We are making progress, John.”
Amber stepped up to me again and asked in a hushed voice, but certainly loud enough that the others could here, “Do you need help getting started, John? She reached down, pushed my guarding hands away, and began touching my penis. At first it was unresponsive, but eventually it started to grow. Soon it was hard, and I began to become weak-kneed. Amber helped me over. To the coffee table and suggested I lay down. Amber continued to stroke my cock as I laid down. Then, she let the other women participate. They all took turns jacking me off. I felt like I was going to explode. Amber sensed I was about to climax, signaled to two of her friends who lifted my legs in the air as Amber continued to stroke me. As I started ejaculating, Amber directed the stream of semen towards my mouth. I had no control when cum started squirting from my pulsing cock, and Amber made sure it all landed in my mouth. Spent and humiliated, I laid prone on the coffee table. I felt the women doing something with my genitals, but I didn’t realize what until I heard the click of the chastity device being secured. I no longer had control of my penis.
Amber said the cock cage was for my own good, and the ceremony was meant to be humiliating. Forcing me to eat cum was also symbolic. Making me eat it was supposed to represent the fact that it shouldn’t have come out of me in the first place. She reminded me of the first three search terms in my PornHub account: “humiliation”, “femdom”, and “milking”. She asked me if I remembered the other terms. I pretended I didn’t, then she reminded me: “bbc” and “cuckold”. “Do you want to be cuckolded, John?” I said emphatically “No!”, but she said she didn’t believe me. Pulling up examples of videos of black men fucking white women while their husbands cowered in a corner, Amber scolded, “This is what you jerk off to every night, isn’t it, John?” I had no answer that she’d be satisfied with.
Thinking the session was over, I asked if I could get cleaned up, and Amber said I could go “for now.” While in the bathroom, I washed my face and brushing my teeth, because I had never tasted cum before and found it disgusting, I also studied the cock cage. I had never worn one. I thought to myself, when is Amber going to let me out if this stupid thing. I also thought about the women jerking me off. Except for the unhappy finish, making me eat my own cum and the cage, it was kind of sexy. While fantasizing about going back and fucking the six women – it was a fantasy indeed as I had no cock to fuck – I heard the doorbell. Surely, we weren’t expecting more guests. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to the living room.
When I entered the living room, the women were gone, and a very large black man was in their stead. Amber introduced the man as Marcus, a friend of hers, and then she explained what was going on. “Your intervention isn’t finished. I was very hurt when I learned you were jacking off, even when I was at your place to spend the night. It made me feel inadequate. Now that you are wearing a cock cage, I feel you cannot meet my needs, and that is why Marcus is here.” Shocked, I asked what she meant, “Are you going to have sex with Marcus?” Instead of answering me directly, she asked Marcus to lower his pants. In doing so, he removed his flaccid penis and started stroking it. With just a few strokes it became hard. Marcus had what looked to be a ten-inch cock, twice the size of mine. Amber finally answered my question, “John, the word sex is inadequate. Marcus is going to fuck me silly, and you’re going to watch.” Then, Amber walked over to me and grabbed the towel around my waist, exposing my caged cock to Marcus, as if to demonstrate visually how inadequate I was.
As if on cue, Marcus picked Amber up and carried her to the bedroom. I followed, naked, with the intent of protesting, but Marcus had Amber in bed and was readying her pussy for his enormous dick before I could open my mouth. Within minutes, he was fucking her with abandon and she was squealing with delight. This went on for perhaps twenty minutes, although it seemed longer, when Amber summoned me to her side. While still being fucked by Marcus, she asked me if I knew how to train a puppy not to pee on the carpet. I said no and she explained, “You rub its nose in it.” With that Marcus switched places and sat on my chest with my arms pinned beneath me. A few strokes of his cock and he started ejaculating while directing his semen towards my mouth. It was the second time in my life I had tasted cum, and the second time that evening. It seemed like only some of the semen landed in my mouth, enough to make me choke, and the rest covered my face. Marcus got off me when he was finished, and Amber scooted over so she could reach my face. Marcus was already getting dressed as Amber spread the semen all over my face. “John, has this been a deterrent?” I immediately said “I have learned my lesson” and then asked if I could be released from the cage. Amber smiled and said I would wear the cage for “a while.”