Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story (19 page)

Liz knew it was only a matter of time until he accepted her lovers’ cocks up his ass. She already had started to train him, forcing him to wear the medium-sized butt plug whenever he licked her. She no longer needed any of the plugs, so she had passed them off to Rick. He was so eager to please her – and to move one orgasm closer to his goal – that he no longer complained about wearing
the plug
, even when she made him wear it to work
. She figured she’d move him up to the larger plug
by the end of
next
week
, in time for her next period. She had big plans for Rick
ie
when she was unable to fuck her boys.
She had also forced
Rick
ie
to give himself enemas regularly, but didn’t tell him why it was necessary. Let him stew on it, she figured.

He had seemingly accepted his role now. He didn’t complain when she decided to leave for Bull’s house, although he liked to receive texts and phone calls during their intense sessions.

It was during those weekends she was at Bull’s that she was tested the most. Without Rick
ie
to monitor them, they went a bit crazy with her and it was overpowering and exhausting to keep up with them. She now had three horny, strong, big cocks to satisfy and by Sunday night, she was always a mess. They enjoyed spanking her and pinching her nipples, talking dirty to her and threatening to bring over the neighbors for a party. This last weekend, they tied her up, leaving her helpless, every hole exposed for their cocks. She always tried very hard to please them and it made her feel slutty and nasty.

When she came home after a weekend like that, Rick
ie
was always there to soothe her abused body and gently lick her pussy
, sucking out the copious amounts of seed her men ha
d
deposited
. She was so grateful, she would mark an orgasm off his list even if she was too sore to come.

She had her bulls over for Thanksgiving and Rick
ie
cooked. It was surprisingly tame because everyone was full of turkey and the men wanted to watch the
football
game. Well, not Rick
ie
, of course. He was kept in the kitchen in his apron
, stockings
and panties to clean up. They all fucked her, of course, but it was nothing like the wild weekend they had had just a week ago!

She had
another
surprise for him
the following Wednesday
and used the fifty she had earned from DeWayne during her prostitution weekend
–
she no longer charged him, of course – to buy a nice strap-on. She had read online that a caged man needs to empty his seed regularly to keep him healthy and the best way was to fuck him up the ass. It sounded perfect to her! Plus, it had the added bonus of getting Rick
ie
’s mind ready for the real thing.

“Oh, honey,” she cooed
as soon as he came home from work
. He perked up right away because she never called him honey unless she wanted something. He came running over, his face eager. “You wearing your plug?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She smiled.
She so enjoyed it when he called her “Mistress.”
It gave her such a thrill.
It had taken him a while to get used to it, but he came around during his most recent
punishment session. She had given him twenty spanks with the paddle for whining about his cage and when he had broken down sobbing, she had said, “
I haven’t heard you call me
Mistress
very often
.
I think I’m going to have to add more just for that.
”

He had
begged
, of course,
and promised to do better. She had given him ten more hard spanks and he
quickly capitulated. She suspected he liked to be forced to be subservient.

“Good. Let me see,
”
she said, waving her fingers at him.

He turned around and pulled his
pants and
panties down to show her his plug.

“Ohh, that’s getting kinda small, isn’t it?”

“Do you think I’m ready for the biggest one yet?” He sounded doubtful.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you take it out and clean it off and come back
, wearing only your panties
. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

He didn’t hesitate. He ran off and she waited on the couch, her strap-on in her purse beside her. He came back and she asked, “Are you all cleaned out?”

“Yes, Mistress
, I gave myself an enema this morning
.”

“Good. Come here and move the coffee table out of the way. Good. Now get down on all fours. No, facing away from me.” She watched as he obeyed, his body displaying his nervousness. “I’ve got a surprise, dear.” She pulled out the
dildo
and he turned back to stare at it. His mouth came open as he watched her strap it on.

“You’re gonna use that on me?”

“I sure am. Look, it’s not very big – just a little bigger than your butt plug. It might feel really good.”

“
Um, i
f you say so, Mistress.”

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you out of your cage long enough to shower and shave. But don’t
think
I’m going to let you come!”

“Okay, Mistress.” He put his head down and waited for the assault on his ass.

Liz took a bottle of lube out of her purse and coated the dildo generously. She leaned forward and pulled down his panties to see his asshole gaping at her. She smiled. “Looks like you’re nicely stretched out. This should fit perfectly.” She used some of the lube to coat his ass and straddled him. When the tip touched him, he moaned.

She slapped his bottom.
“Don’t be a baby
– I do this all the time!” Liz pressed more of the dildo into him and was amazed at the power it gave her. She was fucking her husband!
She only wished she could feel it going in. Rick
ie
groaned again but this time, it sounded like a groan of pleasure.

“You like that, do you?”

“It … it feels weird, Mistress.”

* * *

Rick couldn’t believe he was allowing Liz to fuck him up the ass. It caused a mixture of emotions in him: fear, embarrassment and arousal. His cock strained against his cage to the point that it hurt.

“My … cock,” he moaned. “It wants out.”

“I’m sure it does, honey,” she cooed. “But I don’t want that nasty little thing out yet.”

He suffered her assault, not sure if he was ready for this. He wasn’t a fool, he knew what she was doing. She had dropped enough hints about her next period for him to get the picture. She wanted him completely humiliated by her bulls. He could only hope they weren’t gay enough to want to fuck him. It was one thing to tell a man who is sucking your cock that “it’s about power, not about being gay” and quite another to fuck a man up the ass and try to say that. To Rick, once Bull’s or Jamal’s cock forced its way into his tender ass, they
would be
gay.

And so
would
he.

Yet Liz was right to want it. He could see her point of view. It would represent total capitulation of his masculinity. He would be a complete cuckold, something he had professed to want, back a few months ago. All those nights when Liz was asleep and he had snuck off to masturbate to pictures and videos he had seen online had led him to this.

She thrust in hard and he groaned. He could feel his seed leaking out of his penis, dribbling on the rug. He knew he’d have to clean that up.

“Mistress,” he gasped.

“Yes?”

“I’m … I’m leaking on the rug. I need a tissue.”

“No you don’t. You can lick up your nasty seed later. Right now, I want you to enjoy the milking process. Oh, yes, that’s what I’m doing for you. I’m milking you so you won’t get all backed up. Isn’t that nice of me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He was forced to endure another ten minutes of fucking before she pulled out. He yelped in relief. He watched as she removed the strap-on and put it aside. “You may take that and clean it later. Right now, I’m so horny, I want to feel your tongue on me.”

He hurried to obey. He brought her to two orgasms and she promised to mark them down on her calendar. “You’re doing so well. You might be allowed an orgasm by Christmas.”

He nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

In the few weeks he had been locked up, a surprising realization had occurred to him. Being denied orgasms helped him focus in all other areas of his life.
He was not only a better, more attentive husband, but he was also a more efficient worker at his job. He found ways to cut costs that had never occurred to him before. Mr. Thomas had been pleased. Little did the man know that it was because Rick’s cock was caged and useless.

It also made Bull loom larger in his mind. Bull and his brother – even DeWayne, for that matter – all seemed to be nearly god-like in the way they made love to Liz. He could only watch in amazement – when he was allowed – when their huge cocks speared her, making her crazy with lust. She had orgasms so easily now it made him feel even more inadequate. It made perfect sense to him now why she had been so uninterested in sex with him.

Liz really liked
forcing Rick to be the “fluffer” for her bulls when they came to visit. It was torture to suck on their cocks for the sole purpose of getting them hard so they could fuck Liz. Not that they needed any encouragement from him! No, it was simply to keep him in his place, which was on his knees and in his panties, his poor cock straining at his cage.

It was worse when she went to their house for the weekend. Rick wandered about, doing the chores he’d been assigned and waiting by his cell phone for one picture or text from Liz.
He wasn’t surprised when she came home after a weekend in early December and asked for his tongue and found himself staring into her freshly tattooed pussy underneath her skirt.

Black Cocks Only

Underneath was a small Queen of Spades tattoo.

He could tell at once these were not temporary tattoos. They were real. She smiled down at him. “I told you they wanted to make it permanent.”

“But … but why did you let them?”

“Because it’s true, silly. My pussy is now reserved for big black cocks only. Did you expect any different?”

“But … I thought…”

“What? You thought maybe someday you’d get to fuck me again? With that little dick?” She snorted.

“It’s not so little!”

“Really? Let’s see. Clean me up and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He dove into her pussy and licked out the seed he could taste. He
nearly
brought her to an orgasm before she pulled away and said, “Oh! I’m just too sore. But thanks.”

“So now…” he tried not to sound like he was begging.

“Oh yes, I promised you, didn’t I? Okay.” She went to the couch and bent over, flipping her skirt up out of the way.

He ran forward and asked, “Do you have the key?”

She looked back over her shoulder. “Key? No, Bull has it.”

“But how can I…”

She laughed. “You can’t! But you can rub your cage up against me for a few minutes. Maybe you’ll come.”

Rick was so desperate, he did just that, only to groan in pain when his cock felt the wetness of her pussy against it and bulged against the spikes. He was so close!

“That’s it, dear. Maybe you’ll dribble some and that will take care of your milking for the week, hmm?”

He pulled away, frustrated. “It hurts.”

“Oh, that’s right – those nasty spikes. I forgot.” She giggled.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

“It’s what you really wanted, dear, remember? You begged me to fuck another man, one with a big cock. You even found him for me! That was so sweet, by the way. I never would have done this without you.” She straightened up and patted his cheek. “There, there, I know you like this, despite
your protests.” She cocked her head to the side and added, “I was going to wait until later to tell you this, but I think you’re ready to hear it now.”

Rick perked up, fully attentive. He wasn’t sure he was going to like this.

“Bull has asked me to go off the pill.”

Rick’s mouth dropped open and he thought he might faint. He had to put a hand down on the rug and drop to his haunches.

“You know we’ve talked about starting a family, and I don’t think it would be fair to have a son with a small dick like yours. And Bull would love to help me have a baby! He’s even offered to help raise it!”

“But… but… what about my family? Your family?”

“Oh, they’d have to get used to it. Our secret would be out, wouldn’t it? Hard to hide it after a milk chocolate baby comes out!”

“I … I don’t want that.” He couldn’t stand the humiliation.