**The Unexpected Prize**

The “Elite Performance” program had only been running for two weeks, but Adriana had already decided to crank things up a notch. On Monday at 9:15 she dropped the first photo in the chat.

**Adriana C. (Admin):** Good morning, family! Meet Riley Reid, my new official incentive assistant. From now on she’ll be the one personally delivering the coaching prizes. I’ll supervise, today Riley will handle the sessions solo.

For efficiency we’re cutting weekly winners down to just **4**. Official delivery this Friday at 5:00 p.m. Get those KPIs ready!

Chris felt a sharp stab of shame looking at the photo. His wife and Riley basically naked in the company chat… but he immediately talked himself down: “It’s just visual motivation. Nothing more. The coaching must be professional.”

The ranking popped up right after:

1st – Mark L.

**2nd – Chris C. (Mr. Cuck)**

3rd – Robert G.

4th – Liam E.

Friday at 5:00 p.m. the four winners filed in one by one. The two women were always together: Adriana lounging comfortably in her director’s chair, legs crossed, permanent smirk on her face, while Riley handled all the “field work.”

**Photo**: Mark L. with Riley on her knees in front of him. Riley’s face completely glazed with thick, shiny cum (that part was never censored). Mark’s cock pixelated.

Chris was second. When he closed the door, both women turned to look at him.

Riley approached with her sweet, innocent smile.

“Hi, Mr. Cuck… today we’ve got a special treat just for you,” she whispered while Adriana shifted in her chair, chuckling softly.

Chris still thought everything was professional… right up until Riley dropped to her knees, tugged his pants down, and took his limp dick between her soft fingers. Nothing. Not even a twitch. Total flop.

Riley let out a cute, almost sympathetic giggle.

“Aww… poor little thing. Adri already warned me this would happen because you’re such... a beta. Don’t worry, we’ve got a fix for that.”

Adriana burst into a deep, sensual laugh from her chair as she pulled out her phone.

Riley opened a small black box she had ready, pulled out a shiny metal cock cage, and with expert hands locked it onto Chris in under ten seconds. Click. Sealed. She handed the key straight to Adriana, who tucked it into her cleavage with a wicked grin.

Chris felt the cold metal clamp around his cock and balls. The click echoed in his skull like a final verdict. This wasn’t just humiliation anymore… it was ownership. His dick no longer belonged to him. It was locked. Useless. Controlled. The light but constant weight reminded him every second that he was now his wife’s property. A deep wave of shame surged through his chest: “How the fuck did I let this happen? How did I let my wife and her friend cage me like a goddamn dog?” And yet, inside the cage, his traitorous cock tried to harden uselessly, pressing painfully against the bars and fueling the sick, twisted arousal even more.

Adriana snapped the photos herself, laughing nonstop.

**Photo** (posted to the chat 30 seconds later): Chris with pants around his ankles, his tiny soft dick fully visible before the cage. Riley beside him, laughing with mock surprise, pointing at his crotch. Caption: “This time it just wouldn’t happen… poor baby ”

**Photos** (posted immediately after): Same scene, but now with the cage locked on tight. Riley grinning at the camera and Adriana takin the pictures like accomplices. Caption: “Special little gift for Mr. Cuck ❤”

Everything censored… **except his flaccid cock and the cage**. The photos stayed up for exactly 30 seconds before Adriana deleted them and banned the post.

The chat went nuclear:

**Mark L.:** HAHAHAHAHAHAHA is that seriously all he’s got? And now locked up!

**Robert G.:** Looks like a shriveled peanut… and caged on top

**Liam E.:** Riley, how did you not just laugh in his face?

**Harry S.:** Cucky, bro… is that a dick or a birth defect?

Chris left the office with his face on fire and the cage pinching with every step. He felt the stares. The humiliation was total: two women (his own wife and her friend) laughing at his useless little cock and locking it away like a broken toy. He felt small, ridiculous, less of a man… and yet the cage kept reminding him he had zero control. He couldn’t even get hard without permission.

Right then Adriana walked past his cubicle in front of everyone. She leaned over his desk like she was checking a report and, in a sweet, professional voice loud enough for the whole section to hear, said:

“Poor little Mr. Cuck… don’t worry, darling, the cage will help you focus better next time. Want a glass of water? Your face is beet red.”

Then, dropping her voice just for him, she whispered in his ear with a malicious smile:

“Let’s see if tomorrow you can jerk off like you did last week in secret… with the cage on, of course. Because yes, love… I knew you were spying through the crack. I saw you cumming like a stray dog while Malik fucked me senseless. But I ignored you… because that’s what you are now. A little mutt who watches but never touches.”

She straightened up, giggling softly, and walked away swaying her hips, leaving Chris nailed to his chair, the cage squeezing harder than ever and his heart pounding out of his chest.

**Photo**: Robert G. with Riley on her knees. Face completely glazed with shiny cum, cock censored.

**Photo**: Liam E. with Riley on her knees. Face completely glazed with shiny cum, cock censored.

At the end of the day, Adriana posted in the chat:

**Adriana C. (Admin):** Mr. Cuck, I want YOU to publicly choose this week’s **grand prize** winner: the private Saturday dinner at home with me.

Pick based on how perfectly Riley’s face is painted and how gorgeous she looks after each session.

Your turn.

It was the second time Adriana had **** him to do this. Last week he’d picked Malik. And Chris, as always, obeyed without daring to refuse.

**Chris C.:** I choose… Mark L.

The way Riley’s face is painted in his pics is… perfect. And she looks especially pretty and happy in them.

**Adriana C. (Admin):** Perfect, Mr. Cuck! Mark, tomorrow Saturday at 8:00 p.m. at home. Mr. Cuck will serve dinner like the perfect host.

Riley, sweetie, we continue next Friday. Thanks for your help ❤

Chris closed Teams with his stomach churning and the cage reminding him every second that he wasn’t even the owner of his own dick anymore.