Angry hearts and tough rewards

The Daily Grind – Chapter 7: Angry Hearts and Rough Rewards

Tom was angry beyond belief.

The new heavier cage felt like a fucking anchor between his legs. Every step reminded him of the violation, the police in his own home, the smug way they locked him up like an animal. And worst of all — he still couldn’t fuck his own wife properly.

His sexy, beautiful, cock-draining wife.

The argument started the moment Mary walked through the door that evening, still smelling faintly of the clinic.

“You let them put this fucking thing on me!” Tom exploded, yanking at the red WANKER shirt he was **** to wear. “I jerked off once and they treat me like a criminal while you’re out there sucking and fucking strangers every single day!”

Mary stood in the doorway, golden wristwatch gleaming on her right wrist, her uniform top still half-unbuttoned from her shift. She didn’t shout back. Instead, her eyes darkened with a mix of guilt and heat.

“Tom…” she started.

“No! Don’t ‘Tom’ me!” he snarled, stepping closer. “I can’t even fuck my own wife without breaking the law, but every pathetic loser in the country gets to cum down your throat!”

The tension snapped.

Mary grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall, kissing him hard — angry, hungry, teeth clashing. Tom growled into her mouth and shoved her back toward the couch. They crashed onto it in a tangle of limbs.

“You want to fuck me so badly?” Mary hissed, yanking her uniform skirt up. “Then take it out on me, you angry little cuck.”

She shoved him down onto his back, straddled his face, and ground her soaked pussy against his mouth.

“Lick,” she ordered, voice rough. “Lick Mommy while you’re still mad.”

Tom ate her furiously, tongue thrusting deep as she rode his face. Mary moaned loudly, grinding harder, smearing her juices all over him. Then she slid down, unlocked his cage with trembling fingers, and sank straight onto his throbbing cock in one rough motion.

“Fuck!” Tom groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

Mary rode him like she was punishing him — fast, deep, almost brutal. Her massive tits bounced wildly as she slammed down onto him again and again.

“Is this what you wanted?” she gasped angrily, leaning down to bite his neck. “To fuck your wife like a savage because you’re jealous of all the men who get me every day?”

“Yes— fuck yes!” Tom snarled, thrusting up into her with raw frustration.

They fucked like animals — no tenderness, just pure angry need. Mary pinned his wrists above his head, riding him mercilessly while calling him her pathetic, locked-up cuck. Tom thrust back just as hard, cursing and moaning. When he finally came, it was explosive — he filled her pussy with thick, pent-up ropes while Mary came right after him, shuddering and biting his shoulder.

They collapsed together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and still connected.

“…I’m sorry,” Tom whispered after a long silence.

Mary kissed him softly, the anger melting away. “I know, baby. Mommy knows it’s hard. But we’re going to get through this.”

Visiting His Parents

The next day, still raw from the fight and makeup sex, Tom drove to his parents’ house to clear his head. Rob and Linda were in their early 70s, living in a quiet bungalow on the edge of town.

Rob opened the door and immediately saw the storm on his son’s face.

“What is it, son?”

“Nothing, Dad,” Tom sighed.

Rob snorted. “Bullshit. Come in.”

Over tea, Tom told them everything — the laws, the clinic, the cage, the fights with Mary, the humiliation.

Rob listened quietly, then sighed and stood up. He pulled down his trousers without shame, revealing an old but sturdy chastity cage of his own.

“Like me,” Rob said simply. “Got fitted two months ago.”

Tom stared. “You too?”

Linda walked in from the kitchen, smiling gently. “We haven’t had proper sex in years anyway. But your father still gets his rewards. I visit the clinic twice a week… and when I come home, I let him worship me. Sometimes I even let him inside if he’s been especially good.”

Rob nodded. “It’s not perfect. But it’s our life now. She still loves me. And I still get to taste her after she’s been with other men. Some days that’s enough.”

Tom stayed the weekend. The quiet acceptance in his parents’ home helped more than he expected. Linda even hugged him before he left.

“Be good to Mary,” she said. “She’s doing hard work for all of us.”

Tom’s Frustrated Breakdown – The Rough Reward Night

Tom returned home that Sunday evening feeling emotionally drained but clearer. Mary was waiting for him — along with Sally, Ivana, Katherine, and Aunty Marjorie.

All five senior nurses were in full uniform, golden wristwatches gleaming, expressions ranging from gentle to wicked.

Mary stepped forward first. “You’ve had a hard few days, baby. The other Mommies and I talked. Tonight we’re going to take care of you properly.”

Tom’s frustration, anger, and weeks of denial finally broke.

“I can’t take this anymore,” he admitted, voice cracking. “I love you. I love all of you for what you do. But I feel so fucking useless sometimes.”

The women surrounded him.

Mary kissed him softly. “Then let Mommy and her friends make you feel useful.”

What followed was one of the roughest, most dominant reward nights Tom had ever experienced.

They took him to the bedroom and stripped him completely. Mary rode his face first while Sally and Ivana took turns stroking and edging his cock with their skilled hands. Katherine pinched and twisted his nipples mercilessly while Aunty hummed softly and kissed his thighs.

Then they rotated.

Ivana rode him hard and arrogant, calling him a pathetic little husband while her massive tits smothered his face. Sally was playful and bouncy, giggling as she bounced on his cock. Katherine was clinical and rough, riding him while listing exactly how many loads she’d taken that day. Aunty was powerful and loving, cradling him as she rode him deep and slow.

Mary controlled the finale.

She unlocked him completely and let all five women take turns riding him until he was shaking. When he finally begged to cum, they surrounded him — five beautiful, dominant wives stroking him together with their hands, tits, and mouths.

“Cum for us, baby,” Mary whispered lovingly. “Give all the Mommies everything.”

Tom exploded with a broken cry — the most intense orgasm of his life, painting their breasts, faces, and uniforms with rope after thick rope while the women praised him.

Afterwards they cleaned him gently, cuddled him between their warm bodies, and whispered how proud they were of their good boy.

Tom lay there, spent, sore, and strangely at peace, surrounded by the women who now ruled every part of his life.

Mary kissed his forehead last.

“Feeling better, my love?”

Tom smiled tiredly. “Yeah… Mommy. Much better.”

The daily grind would never be easy.

But nights like this made it worth

[enduring.

To](http://enduring.To) Be Continued…