Last Night at an LA Club: Kacy's Wild Night with Multiple Bulls While I Stayed Locked and Assisted

Hey everyone, John here. If you've been following along, you know 2026 has been a whirlwind. Kacy is fully committed to her Queen of Spades lifestyle—black only, my permanent denial (caged since January 2nd, no unlock until April at the earliest), weekly stretching with Mike, occasional returns from Tray. Last night, Sunday January 18th, we took it to a new level: our first visit to Club Joi in Los Angeles, invited by friends who also let us know Mike would be there. Kacy was buzzing. I was a mix of nerves, excitement, and the constant ache of my cage.

We worked most of the day, then around 6 PM Kacy showered and shaved her legs and pussy perfectly smooth. “Everything has to be ready for Mike—and maybe others,” she teased, showing me her bare mound. We’d bought her a black dress with lattice cutouts down both sides—revealing she wore nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. She added strappy black heels. I helped her dress, hands shaking as I felt her skin through the openings.

“Perfect,” she said, turning in the mirror. “Easy access for real men.”

We left around 7:30 PM. Stopped at Sprouts for a quick bite so we could drink at the club. Kacy walked through the parking lot and store in that dress—side cutouts flashing bare hips and breast outlines. Men stared openly. She didn’t care, just laughed with me in the car: “That guy in produce forgot how to blink.”

Arrived just after 9 PM. Our friends greeted us warmly—hugs, smiles—and introduced us immediately to Craig, a tall, lean black gentleman who immediately fixed on Kacy. Play rooms open at 10 PM, so we had time at the bar. Drinks in hand, conversation flowed openly: our cuckold dynamic, my cage, Kacy’s black-only rule, Mike’s weekly sessions, Tray now on monthly maintenance. Craig listened closely, visibly turned on. I made sure he got a good glimpse when Kacy crossed her legs—smooth, bare pussy flashing briefly under the dress.

Mike arrived later with his friend. Kacy lit up when she saw them.

At 10 PM we went to the locker. Kacy changed into a sheer black negligee—easy on, easy off. Packed her “ho bag”: large condoms, lube, mouthwash, Tic Tacs, wipes. I stripped to just my cage, towel around my waist. Downstairs, I found an empty room, closed the door to keep out looky-loos. Craig followed.

Kacy kissed him deeply. He went down on her, brought her to a strong orgasm. Condom on (he was ~8 inches, decent girth, rock-hard). Kacy looked at me: “Sit like a good cuck, John. Watch a real man fuck your wife.”

Craig entered her missionary, built speed, pounded balls-deep. Flipped her sideways, then doggy—Kacy screaming in pleasure. He came after ~15–20 minutes.

Our friends slipped in with their friend during the scene—watching, smiling. They asked if their friend could have a turn. We vetted him, Kacy said yes. Their friend ate her expertly, then fucked her in multiple positions. She later said it was good but lacked the girth she craves. He came quickly—her tightness overwhelmed him.

Then Mike and his friend walked in. Kacy grinned: “No need to dress again.”

Mike asked if his friend could join—his friend lives nearby, wants something regular. Kacy agreed eagerly. His friend stepped out for supplies. Kacy immediately sucked Mike’s massive cock—taking over 3/5, gagging but pushing deeper. Mike fucked her mouth gently but firmly. She signaled for more; he thrust, she gagged, recovered, dove back in.

His friend returned. Mike stepped aside. Kacy devoured his friend’s cock—sucking deep, letting him fuck her throat. Then oral switched: his friend went down on her expertly, making her squirt twice. Condom on; he fucked her relentlessly for over an hour—missionary, sideways, legs up, doggy, pillow under her stomach with legs crossed. He was a machine. Kacy orgasmed repeatedly, eyes rolling back, squirting hard.

The intense session with Mike's friend – raw humiliation

At one point his friend paused, looked at me: “Hey, cuck—hand me the lube from her bag. I want to fuck your wife properly.”

I got up, retrieved the bottle, handed it to him. He squeezed a generous amount onto his cock, stroked it slowly while looking at me.

“Thanks. Gotta make sure she feels every inch. Your little thing never stood a chance, did it?”

Kacy laughed, legs still spread wide. “No, it didn’t. John’s tiny clit is useless. That’s why it stays locked.”

His friend slicked up, re-entered her, and resumed pounding. Between thrusts he kept talking to me:

“Look at her face, John. This is what a real cock does to her. You’ll never make her look like that.”

Kacy moaned, then turned her head to me: “He’s right, baby. Mike and his friends are ruining me for anything smaller. Your place is watching, locked, and cleaning up. Say it.”

I swallowed. “My place is watching, locked, and cleaning up.”

She smiled wickedly. “Good cuck. Now stay quiet and enjoy the show.”

His friend kept going, switching positions, making her scream. When he finally came (condom catching it), Kacy was trembling, pussy red and swollen.

We took a break upstairs. I went to the bathroom; one of our friends chatted me up on the way back. When I returned, Kacy was talking with Patty and a young new couple—second time at a club. The wife spotted my cage immediately.

“Oh my god… we’ve only seen those in porn!”

She was fascinated—her fiancé isn’t large, and she watches a lot of cuck porn. Asked to touch it. Kacy said: “Go ahead—he has no use for it.”

She played with the cage, then cupped my balls. “Wow… his balls are surprisingly big!”

Kacy laughed. “Yes, big balls… but a tiny clit. That’s why we keep him locked. Big balls, zero threat.”

The whole group laughed—including the young couple, our friends, and a few onlookers. The wife kept playing, then asked: “Can I suck on the cage and his balls?”

Kacy nodded. “Sure. They’re useless to me.”

As her fiancé went down on Kacy (tits and pussy), the wife sucked my caged clit and balls—biting gently, drawing pre-cum through the bars. A crowd gathered; people watched two couples in action. She clearly enjoyed clit play too.

After that, Kacy went back to Mike's friend twice more—once for a full hour (returned with red, swollen, dripping pussy), then another 20 minutes until close at 2 AM. We exchanged contacts; she’s already chatting with him, planning the next date.

We drove home exhausted but buzzing. Kacy in the passenger seat, dress hiked, fingering herself lazily: “What a night, John. Multiple real cocks… and you, my perfect locked cleanup boy.”

I drove, cage aching, knowing this is our new normal.

More updates soon. Thanks for reading.