PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

55. Task 3

AVNEET'S POV

"This is awesome," I parroted to our villa, and Siddharth replied in grunts.

"Don't be such a grumpy asshole," I pouted.

"Easy for you to say. I should have known that the girl would be biased while writing the tasks," he complained.

"Hey!" I protested. Well, maybe he was right, but still.

"Tell me again why I haven't thrown the task jar out of the window yet."

"Because the task jar will bring us both closer to cumming," I said sweetly.

"But it seems adamant on making me lose," he grumbled again.

I chuckled and read the chit again.

People say that I'm quite good at reading and predicting situations. If my predicament is correct this time, then Avneet did not enjoy the shower sex at all.

Now, wouldn't it be unfair for my lady to roam with a throbbing pussy while the man satisfied himself, even if only superficially? No.

So this task is for my lady. Open your heart and punish him for not giving you that split second of pleasure. He had his fun; now is your time. You are free to do anything except touch your pussy by yourself and cumming (until you want to lose the bet, but I highly advise against it).

And for Siddharth's sake, I hope that you read this chit before you have already punished him, though my calculations say that such a situation is highly unlikely.

Thus, Siddharth has my sympathy for getting punished twice.

I had not, in fact, read the chit and had proceeded to punish Siddharth. Since he read the chit, he has been extremely moody and grumpy, and rightfully so. And I could not stop smirking at how much pain I was going to cause him.

"This is unfair," he said for the hundredth time as he parked the car in our driveway.

The sun was setting, and I did not see anyone walking while coming down the street. Basically. The coast was clear.

"You have your keys?" I asked.

He nodded stiffly and reached in his pocket to pull out a carefully tucked key.

"Undress," I ordered, and he looked around on instinct.

"No one's there," I assured him.

Siddharth's expressions were a mix of anguish and dread, as if he were trying to free his mind and not think too hard about what came next. Once he was fully naked except for his chastity, I held his cage.

"Hands behind the seat."

He wrapped his arms around the seat and clasped his hands from behind. His hips were bucked and his thighs clamped tightly shut. His fight or flight mode was on, and I rejoiced at how frightened he was.

The shaft was growing harder within the confines of the cage. I clutched the instrument and squeezed, trying to gauge its strength. It was pretty strong. I tried jerking him, but it only scrapped the sensitive inner skin, making Siddharth hiss.

There was no way a man could pleasure himself while in a cage. There had been incidents in the past when I had locked Siddharth, but this felt different. His desperation was palpable, perhaps because I was feeling the same need this time.

A puff of air left his lips as I unlocked the cage. It took seconds for his cock to grow fully hard and the purple veins to make an appearance. This only happened when he could not physically control himself anymore.