The next week (Alex's POV)

Three weeks and 3 days until the wedding.

I woke up slowly, the familiar heavy weight of the metal chastity cage already pressing between my legs. Another morning with my tiny shrimp dick crushed flat and leaking. I’d been locked for over two weeks now, and it was becoming disturbingly

As I sat up, my chest brushed against the inside of my shirt and I winced slightly. My nipples were puffy and overly sensitive lately. They had been getting more tender every day. I glanced down and noticed how soft my chest looked almost swollen. I told myself it was just from the intense workouts… but deep down I knew it had more to do with the special protein shakes Damien had me drinking twice a day for the past week.

They tasted sweet and creamy. He said they were “advanced hormone-balanced recovery formula” to help with muscle growth and energy. I’d been obediently drinking them every morning and night.

I shaved my body again (another new habit Damien encouraged), put on one of the tight, soft compression shirts he bought me, and headed downstairs.

Sylvie was already in the kitchen wearing a tiny silk robe that barely covered her ass. She gave me a warm but slightly distracted smile and kissed my cheek.

“Morning, babe.”

Damien was there too, shirtless and looking as dominant as ever while making coffee. He grinned when he saw me.

“Morning, locked boy. Ready for your shake?”

I nodded without thinking. He mixed up the thick, sweet protein shake and handed it to me. I drank it while trying to ignore how sensitive my chest felt against the tight shirt.

Mia came downstairs a few minutes later. My fiancée’s younger sister looked completely different from when she first arrived. She was wearing an extremely skimpy black crop top and tiny shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination. I could clearly see several new Queen of Spades tattoos on her body one on her lower belly, another on her thigh, and what looked like one peeking out above her left breast.

She gave me a shy smile but immediately moved to stand close to Damien, pressing her petite body against his side.

I tried not to stare.

Throughout the morning, I couldn’t shake the strange new feelings. Every time Damien moved or spoke with authority, I felt a confusing rush of arousal in my cage. My sensitive nipples tingled against my shirt. I kept remembering the times this week I had accidentally walked in on him and Mia passionately kissing once on the couch, another time in the hallway. And almost every night I heard Mia moaning loudly from the guest room, sometimes for hours.

She had changed so

At one point in the afternoon, while I was working from home in the living room, I walked into the kitchen for water and caught them again Mia up on her tiptoes, passionately making out with Damien, his hand inside her tiny shorts.

They didn’t even stop when they saw me. Damien just smirked and kept kissing her while I stood there

By evening, I was mentally exhausted. The hormones, the constant denial, the cage, and the sounds of Mia getting fucked every night were all messing with my

As I lay in bed that night next to Sylvie, the moaning from the guest room started again. Mia was loud shamelessly screaming Damien’s name and begging him to cum inside her.

Sylvie cuddled closer to me and whispered softly, “She really loves his cock…”

I stayed silent, my sensitive chest tingling and my caged dick straining painfully. As I lay beside Sylvie, I fell into a restless

In the dream, it wasn’t Mia bent over in the guest room getting fucked by Damien. It was

My beautiful fiancée was in Mia’s place moaning loudly, her body covered in tattoos bouncing as Damien pounded her from behind. She looked back over her shoulder at me with a mix of guilt and ecstasy, her voice breaking as she cried out:

“He’s so much better than you, Alex… I’m sorry… but I need this…”

Damien looked straight at me and smirked while continuing to destroy my future wife.

I woke up gasping, my cage painfully tight and my sensitive chest tingling. My heart was racing.

Sylvie slept peacefully beside me, completely unaware of the dream… or how much it had affected me.