A Cure for Cramps
By Homeroticus.
Now he was ready for the luxury retreat he booked in the Philippines, two weeks of paradise to reset a semester in hell.
”Elena! I did it!” he called out, his voice echoing through the foyer.
He rounded the corner into the kitchen, expecting Elena to be alone. Instead, she was on her tiptoes, reaching up to kiss Jerome’s cheek. Her Senegalese French teacher towered over her, his broad shoulders dwarfing her slight frame.
”Julian, good to see you!” He greeted him in his thick French accent.
Julian opened his mouth, but no sound came out as he felt like a hot knife was stabbing and burning the muscles behind his testicles at the same time. His knees buckled, and his vision blurred when he hit the floor, his breath stolen by a cramp so violent it felt as if his internal muscles had turned to solid concrete.
”Julian!” Elena cried, though she didn’t move nearly as fast as Jerome.
*****
One Hour Later…
”Severe pelvic floor spasms probably caused by prolonged stress.”
Julian avoided looking at the doctor as she delivered his diagnosis and stared at the ceiling instead: all his efforts to advance his career and provide for Elena had literally broken his body. He just hoped he could still make his romantic trip with her.
“What’s the cure?” she asked, still recovering from the shock of his fall.
“Two weeks of rest, physical therapy, and he must wear this…” The device was laid out on the sterile table. It was a complex arrangement of heavy-duty elastics, a jockstrap in essence, but with a key modification.
”See this silicone roll in the middle?” the doctor resumed. “This pushes against the muscles between his testicles and his anus to keep them from seizing. The front is open so that we can check for swelling. He must wear it for two weeks, day and night, all the time.”
As the nurse cinched the straps, Julian gasped, first from the sharp bite of the elastic, then from a sickening wave of relief quickly followed by shame.
The open design offered zero privacy; his cock was shoved forward and presented on top of his balls as if on a tray.
At a little under five inches, Julian considered himself average, and Elena had never complained. But now, shriveled by cold and trauma, he looked like a child. Huge balls beneath his shrunken, helpless dicklet.
Elena leaned in, giggling, trying to lighten the mood. ”Look at that. Nowhere to hide for little Julian,” she continued, her voice patronizingly sweet.
“And little he’ll remain,” the nurse added, as she clasped the last buckle. “He can’t get out to play. If he tries to get hard, the harness bites harder. No fun for him for the next two weeks, and not for you either, I guess.” The nurse winked.
“We’ll see,” she whispered, and Julian could not read Elena’s private smile.
Thinking he was done, Julian stood up to cover himself and end the shameful episode as soon as possible. “I’ve got it,” he spat, his face turning red.
He managed only one trembling step before cramping again. Harder this time.
Julian hit the floor with a thud and lay there panting and exposed on the cold floor.
The nurse shook her head. “That’s enough, Mr. Julian. You’ve lost the privilege of walking for the duration of this recovery.” She turned to Elena. “He is at risk of falls and stays in the wheelchair at all times. No exceptions.”
Out of nowhere, Jerome came in, effortlessly lifted him from the floor, and dropped him into the foldable wheelchair.
*****
Later that night…
Julian awoke suddenly in the darkness of his bedroom. He had no memory of falling asleep, only the lingering sensation of Jerome’s massive hands hoisting him into bed. For a moment, he forgot about his condition, but when he tried to roll onto his side, he was brought back to reality by the pressure in his groin… and to the noise coming from downstairs.
Maybe Elena was in pain, he thought, looking for his wheelchair to help her. Then another moan, louder this time, removed any doubt. Elena wasn’t hurting; she was being fucked. Julian hadn’t heard her make those sounds in years, and the rhythmic, heavy thud of furniture against the wall told him exactly what was happening.
“Yes! Right there!” Elena screamed, her voice raw and demanding. The sounds grew frantic, the slap of skin on skin followed by Elena finally breaking, begging her lover to fuck her harder and harder.
For a second, he hoped she was watching a porn video, then he felt a hot spike of anger, followed by the feeling of his cock beginning to rise. At that moment, the harness bit into him and forced him back to a soft state. Paralyzed and needy yet physically limp, he felt like he was going crazy until he snapped and called for his wife.
“Elena! What is going on?” he yelled, his hands grabbing the sheets.
She walked in a minute later, almost naked, her skin glowing and her hair a tangled mess. She wore only a silk robe, left open to reveal her voluptuous body in all its glory.
“Jerome and I were fucking, that’s what’s going on. Now please don’t make a scene,” she said, her voice completely matter-of-fact. “It was beautiful, and I needed it. Jerome satisfied me like you haven’t done in forever.”
“How could you?”
Instead of answering, she leaned down and lifted his flaccid cock with the tip of her finger.
“You’ve worked yourself into an invalid. So Jerome gave me what you can’t. You should be grateful.”
“In our house? While I’m lying here like this?”
“Don’t be dramatic, it’s just sex. You always said that a happy wife is a loving wife. Who do you think made me happy while you were working all the time?” She whispered, “Look at me. Do I look beautiful?”
Julian nodded. “Now tell me the truth, do these look better here?” She lowered herself, resting her soft, large breasts over his shriveled little dick. “Or do these look better near Jerome, who can actually take advantage of them?”
Julian looked past her. Jerome was standing right there, naked. Even at rest, his cock was massive and thick, disproportionate even for his bulging frame. The comparison would have been unfair at the best of times, but with Julian made impotent by the harness, it was both comical and cruel.
Elena grabbed the heavy shaft, her eyes glazed with excitement as her lips parted to welcome him. But Jerome held her back, his hand on her shoulder, gentle yet firm.
“Elena, not now. Not like this. Too much all at once. Tell him what you said to me before, instead.”
She turned towards Julian. “I told Jerome the truth. That I’ve never loved you more than I do right now. Because for the first time, I feel free. For once, I’m in the driver’s seat, and you have no say.”
She leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin. “I told him that you’ll learn to love it. You’ll provide for me and take care of me, even if it means becoming my little cuckold instead of my husband. You aren’t going anywhere, Julian. Your love for me is as solid as a rock.”
Overwhelmed by her declaration, Julian kissed her aggressively, dragging her across the bed. He didn’t stop even as the mattress lurched under Jerome’s massive weight. He felt Elena’s body jolting as Jerome entered her from behind, but he refused to pull away; he wanted to claim her the only way he still could.
Elena pleased both men. She arched her back to allow Jerome to go as deep as he wanted and tangled her fingers in Julian’s hair to pin him to the pillow, forcing him to stay locked in the kiss as she was driven into him.
“I love you, Julian,” she cried out, her voice straining as Jerome’s tempo increased. “I love the life you’ve given me, I love how hard you work…”
“You love him,” Jerome grunted, his rhythm never breaking, “but your pussy is mine.”
Elena’s body went taut, her back arching as she peaked. “I love you, Julian, but I need this cock! It makes me come harder than you ever could!” she screamed, and with one final cry, she collapsed forward.
“There,” Elena whispered, exhausted but lovingly staring into Julian’s eyes. “This is perfect.”
*****
The day after…
Elena and Jerome burst in with his breakfast tray, their cheerfulness so loud and bright it made Julian’s stomach turn.
”Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said sweetly, combing his hair with her fingers. “Jerome and I thought you might be hungry.”
”You look very happy,” Julian sulked, his eyes darting to Jerome. “Was he that good last night?”
Jerome offered a polite smile, almost excusing himself as he set the tray down. “Your wife is a generous woman.”
Elena saw the look on his face, and her expression softened. ‘Julian, we talked about this. I love you, never forget that. I’ll always be generous to you, too… I want you to feel included.’
For a moment, when she took him in her mouth, Julian could almost pretend. Her eyes stayed locked on his with an intensity that felt like the old Elena, the woman who’d never betray him.
He felt a surge of hope, but as he began to stir, the silicone roll of the harness pressed hard against his core, forcing him soft even between his wife’s lips.
”It’s no use, darling,” she whispered, bouncing his cock with little wet slaps. “But we can still have sex.”
She stepped closer, bringing her pussy right to his face. Long ago, he asked her not to shave, and for a second, before her pubes buried his nose, he regretted that. Her matted hair forced him to confront the undeniable evidence of the night.
”I’m still a little messy from Jerome,” she murmured. “But I know how much you love pleasing me. So, prove it. Make love to me. Show me that you can still make me feel good.”
Even messy with another man’s cum, Julian knew he’d never be able to resist her. His resolve simply gave out, and he leaned forward, his tongue meeting the sharp, salty evidence of Jerome’s night with his wife.
He ate her like a starving man, a vain attempt to reclaim her. His desperation made it obvious that, despite the shame, he still enjoyed it.
Elena didn’t hold back. She ground herself against his face with heavy thrusts, making it clear she was the one in control. It didn’t take long before she came on his tongue.
“You liked it almost as much as I did, right?” she panted, kissing his forehead with patronizing sweetness. “I’ll make sure you get breakfast in bed every day,” she said with a smile.
“Good job, Julian. She’s ready for me now. We’ll go to the guest room so I can give her what she needs.”
Elena didn’t hesitate. She stood up, her gaze already drifting toward Jerome with eyes full of lust. “Jerome is right, he’s been so helpful… It’s only fair that I thank him properly. Finish your coffee, darling. We’ll be back to clean you up once we’re done.”
Julian looked at the tray, but Jerome had already drained the coffee and eaten the eggs. He left Julian with nothing but the empty plate.
Down the hall, the rhythmic thudding began.
*****
Following days…
During the day, he could almost numb himself to the reality of his wife openly cheating on him. They pampered him and made him comfortable as best as they could.
But the nights were a different story.
They made love constantly, often in front of him and multiple times a night, with a passion and stamina Julian hadn’t thought possible. He woke to the same ritual: breakfast between Elena’s legs and no coffee to wash away the lingering taste of Jerome on his tongue.
Pleasing Elena helped, but the breaking point finally came on the fifth evening of his captivity.
They had set Julian up on the lounge chair to watch a movie as a family, but Elena didn’t even look at the screen. She just hiked up her skirt, straddled Jerome, and sank onto him right in Julian’s line of sight.
Elena’s wide hips and heavy ass cheeks clenched around Jerome’s shaft, her hands digging into his shoulders for leverage. Julian watched, broken, as her skin dimpled with each contraction and bunched with every thrust. She matched Jerome perfectly; every time she scooted back, his cock stayed buried deep in her, never even coming close to slipping out. Both her holes were pushed out and swollen from his weight—a beautiful display completely out of Julian’s reach.
“I can’t…” He cried.
Jerome and Elena froze, still anchored to each other, but looked at him with a confusing kindness. “Julian, darling, what is it?” Elena asked, leaning back against Jerome’s chest.
”I miss it,” Julian choked out, staring at the harness that kept him soft and shamed. “I miss being a man for you. I miss the feeling of being hard… of making love to you.”
To his surprise, they didn’t laugh. Elena slid off Jerome and took his hand. “You should have told me, dear. Why didn’t you just say so?”
Then she guided Julian’s hand toward Jerome and closed his fingers around Jerome’s head, pulling the soft skin back and forth.
“Now, you feel a hard cock, isn’t it amazing? Guide him back into me. Use his strength to give me what you want me to have.”
With Julian’s hand sandwiched between their bodies, he guided Jerome home. As the thickness slid back into her, Elena’s eyes rolled back. “Yes… just like that. Use him to stretch me, Julian. Let him do what you can’t, so I can stay happy for you.”
Jerome resumed his fucking with violent intensity. Julian felt every pulse of the other man’s cock and couldn’t help but enjoy Elena’s screams as she was filled beyond her limits. The lovers came together in minutes, their passion fueled by Julian’s submission. After their climax, Jerome’s weight pinned Julian’s hand against Elena’s mons, and for a moment, they were one.
”See?” Elena panted, kissing Julian’s tear-stained cheek. “You’re still taking care of me, my love. We’re a team.”
*****
The day after…
Julian thought that by watching and participating, he could accept his situation, but he was wrong. The next morning, he pulled back from between Elena’s legs with tears rolling down his cheeks, his spirit collapsing as he was forced to eat the breakfast Jerome had prepared and she served.
”Please. I need release,” he sobbed, clutching at the harness. “I can’t do this anymore. Please.”
”Oh, darling,” Elena sighed, stroking his hair. “We tried to help, but you’re still so tense.”
An hour later, the doctor reviewed the charts without looking up. “We can’t remove the harness yet,” he said, “but we can address your ‘congestion.'”
He presented two devices. The first was a curved, ergonomic prostate massager. The second was a thick, heavy dildo, larger than Julian had ever been, though still smaller compared to Jerome’s behemoth.
”These will provide the ‘release’ you need, Julian, but it will be entirely passive,” the doctor explained. “Use the vibrating setting if you need to. Test which setting works best.”
Elena’s eyes sparked with interest. “So, we have to try them both? To see which one… ‘calms’ him the most?”
”Precisely,” the doctor nodded.
The realization hit him hard: he was to come like a woman from anal stimulation. It would give him release but strip away another piece of his masculinity.
“Don’t worry, Julian. We will find the one that best fits you. I’ll make sure the testing is thorough,” Jerome chuckled.
Elena leaned down, whispering in his ear. “Over and over again, until we find the perfect fit.”
Back at the house, they began testing in earnest. Jerome hoisted Julian onto the bed with his usual casual strength, while Elena unboxed the new hardware.
”Jerome, hold his legs,” Elena commanded, and as he pinned him, she pushed the smaller device against his lubricated anus.
Julian’s body seized, his muscles fighting the penetration so hard that Elena couldn’t make progress. She sighed, running out of patience. “Julian, relax! If you’re this tense, it’s just going to hurt.”
Jerome stepped in, his large hands brushing Elena’s aside. He wasn’t harsh, but he didn’t ease up, either. As he leaned his weight into the device, Julian saw the undeniable bulge in Jerome’s trousers. The man was getting hard just from breaking him.
With a sharp jerk, Julian’s anus gave in, and the device slid home. It hurt, but he bit his lip.
”There,” Elena coaxed, caressing Julian as he lay panting against the pillow. “See? It wasn’t so bad. It’s normal for the first time to hurt a little bit. Now, let’s see how you handle the vibration.”
She clicked a remote, and the massager began to vibrate.
”His face is getting red,” Jerome noted, leaning over to watch his reaction. He reached down and wiggled the device inside him. “It’s working. He is…getting excited, but not hard. He’s going to come if we keep this up.”
But the release never came. Instead of mercy, Julian found himself trapped in a cycle of tease and denial. For an agonizing hour, he felt his balls tightening and fluid coming up as if he had to pee, but nothing came out.
Hoping to get out of this hell, Julian begged for the dildo.
”Please,” he pleaded. “I need more. Give me the other one…”
Jerome didn’t move. “What do you want, Julian? I don’t understand.”
”Elena, please… give me the bigger dildo, the fake cock,” he blurted out.
Only then did Jerome reach for the realistic shaft. It was a different beast entirely, less of a medical tool and more like a hard cock.
Elena’s kisses heightened the sensation as Jerome guided the broader, firmer shape inside him while looking him in the eye. The vibration was stronger, but even this was not enough.
”Still nothing?” Elena asked, her voice full of disappointment.
”Maybe he needs even more,” Jerome suggested in a mocking tone. He didn’t wait for Elena to agree, but placed her right next to Julian, pinning her legs to her chest, mirroring his pose. “Look at her, Julian. Look at how she stretches for me. You both love being fucked.”
“I’m getting closer,” Julian spat through his teeth.”more” he pleaded.
”Come on, cuckold! Watch how a real man pleases me! Now you understand how a big cock feels, let’s come together. Now!”
“…I can’t,” cried Julian while Elena came as hard as ever.
“Let’s just stop and take it out. The patient won’t cooperate,” Jerome concluded, frustration clear as he grabbed the base of the dildo. Julian’s anus gripped the shaft tightly, but as Jerome pulled, Julian relaxed, thinking the invasion was over. That’s when Jerome reversed course and slammed it back in all at once, filling his rectum and forcing the softened rim of his anus to snap around the ribbed shaft.
“Yes! Please,” Julian almost yelled, his voice bordering on delirious as the dildo finally hit the mark. “More… I’m so close, please keep going!”
But then Jerome snapped. Unlike Elena, he hadn’t just come; Julian’s submission was making him horny, and the constant whining was making him angry. He wanted Elena for himself, and he knew Julian was a sissy at heart. He was done waiting for the slut to bloom.
He roughly yanked the dildo out, spat on Julian’s hole, and slapped it once, twice. Hard. Without giving Julian a second to find his breath, he positioned his cock over the inflamed entrance and drove in all at once, burying himself deep and ignoring Julian’s plea to go slow.
“Accept your place. Accept that you’re not a man anymore. This is the only way you get to ‘fuck’ from now on.”
As Jerome’s tempo increased, Julian’s body finally surrendered; with a high-pitched scream, he released his cum, dribbling onto the covers. Jerome didn’t stop until he spurted his seed as deep as possible inside Julian, pinning him to the bed with his full weight.
When he finally stood up, Jerome looked tall, confident, and relaxed. Julian lay defeated, broken, and open, symmetrically dripping seed from both front and back.
Elena reached out and patted Julian’s ass. “I’m so glad you’re being more… compliant. Jerome’s sex drive is just too much for me to handle alone. Now that you’re finally pulling your weight, I might actually get some sleep tonight.”
*****
An hour later…
Julian lay in bed exhausted, sore from the harness and the fucking. He was almost asleep when the door creaked open, and Elena stepped in, wearing a minidress that he’d never seen before.
”I’m heading out to do some shopping, darling,” she said cheerfully, “you and Jerome take care of each other.” And with a mischievous wink, she disappeared down the hall.
Almost immediately, Jerome entered the room. Julian thought it was an excuse to talk about what had just happened, maybe even to offer some sort of apology. He averted his gaze to give Jerome space, waiting for the younger man to speak.
But Jerome just stood there and, looking down at Julian, said: “I’m still a bit horny.”
Julian found himself unable to resist when Jerome sat on the bed and hoisted him onto his lap. In one fluid motion, Jerome positioned himself and let gravity drop Julian’s ass onto his cock. Julian offered no struggle, his body simply opening up as the man impaled him.
There was no pain this time, only fear of how normal this felt.
”We don’t want that pressure building up again,” Jerome whispered, his hands steadying Julian’s waist as he buried himself inside him again and again. “The doctor said you need to stay relaxed.”
Then he held Julian, forcing him to wrap his arms around Jerome’s neck for support, his face buried in the shoulder of the man who was claiming him. Every thrust was a reminder that he was no longer in control.
Julian’s eyes went wide as he felt the harness, once a torture device, suddenly feel… right.
Then, without a twitch, a warm dribble leaked from his soft cock, staining his own skin and Jerome’s stomach.
The agonizing tension in his pelvic floor and his lower back suddenly disappeared.
He was healed.
The End.
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