Rick got back into position by the bed and Bull pulled back the covers, exposing their naked bodies to her husband. She really didn’t want to fuck in front of him any more, but if this is what Bull wanted, it was okay by her. She had had so much sex and so many orgasms in the last week, her mind had turned to jelly. She found it easy to do whatever Bull told her to do.
“Get up on your hands and knees,” he told her and she got into position, her bottom even with Rick’s eager face. It was pathetic, seeing him in his panties, with his little cock that could never get hard again.
She wasn’t sure what Bull had in mind this morning, but they had talked about “training Rickie” when they had woken up. Bull said they needed to reinforce Rick’s position now and that he had an idea in mind. That’s when he had called Rick to come over. Liz knew it would be good.
Bull wasted no time in entering her and she was so wet all the time for his big cock that foreplay wasn’t necessary. She was always ready for her Bull. She groaned and sank down to her elbows, enjoying the pressure that began to build up inside her. He began to stroke and she looked sideways to see Rick’s face, mouth half open, watching how Bull’s long cock disappeared into her. She smiled.
That’s as close as you’re ever gonna get to my pussy from now on!
Bull sped up and Liz wondered why he wasn’t taking his time, like he usually did. Not that she was complaining. She could feel her orgasm building as his speed increased and knew she would come soon. She closed her eyes, waiting for the explosion inside her and was suddenly startled to feel him pull out!
She looked to the side to see Bull grab Rick by the back of his head and shove his cock into his face! Rick was so startled, his mouth made an ‘O’, which made for a perfect target. As soon as the tip of Bull’s cock entered Rick’s mouth, he exploded, shooting jets of come into it. Rick couldn’t jerk away because of Bull’s firm grip on the back of his neck and the fact that his hands were tied. He was forced to gag on the seed and much of it ran down his chin.
Finally, Bull released him and the poor man coughed and sputtered. His eyes were wild.
“That was practice,” Bull told him.
Rick wasn’t able to speak. He just shook his head.
“I know you ain’t gay. This has nothing to do with that. This is about power, which you do know about. I have the power now. You will do what I say, you pussy. I’m not taking any more pictures, okay? I don’t need to. But if I ask you to suck my dick before I fuck your wife, you will do it. If I ask you to swallow my seed directly instead of licking it from your wife’s pussy, you will do that too. You gettin’ your position now?”
Rick recovered and stared at him, Bull’s seed dripping down his chin and onto his bare chest. Slowly, he nodded.
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other. Now clean me up.” He thrust his cock into Rick’s face and her husband began to meekly lick him.
To Liz, this was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. “Oh my god,” she whispered, suddenly so horny she couldn’t stand it. “Don’t waste it on him!”
Bull laughed and moved his cock around to her pussy and slipped it in. She was amazed he was still erect after that massive ejaculation. He pounded her a few times, then pulled his cock out and inserted it into Rick’s mouth again. He repeated the process several times until Rick was waiting and eager to suck his cock.
* * *
Rick felt humiliated – and secretly excited. His cock strained in its cage as he sucked the big man’s dick and he knew it was just one more step down the road to total cuckoldry. At least Bull hadn’t taken pictures! If he had, there was nothing Rick could have done about it. He was only embarrassed to be seen sucking Bull’s cock in front of Liz. He knew she thought him a total wimp now. She had lost all respect for him.
After that, Bull laid down the law. It was weird, but he thought of Darrell as Bull now. Something about sucking on the man’s cock had changed his thinking.
“Liz is now your boss, little man. If you’re very, very good, she might let you out of your cage in a month. But I doubt it. I’m thinking more like three months. Unless there are special circumstances.”
Rick’s heart fell. Three months! He couldn’t last three months!
“You will worship your wife, but you are only allowed to touch her under certain conditions. That means no hugs, no kisses. And you’d better not grab her – that will be punished severely. The only time you can touch her is when she needs a good pussy-licking, which you will administer whenever she wants. We’re already talking about one each morning before you go to work, but if she wants more, that’s up to her. And, of course, if she wants you to lick out my seed, you will do that eagerly. You got it so far, wimp?”
Rick nodded, feeling the heat in his face.
“Also, you will be doing her chores. Yes, that means after work or on weekends. You will clean the house in your frilly panties. If you do a good job, you might get to bring her to an orgasm with your tongue. If you don’t, expect to be punished.” Darrell pulled out the paddle from his bag. “I’m leaving this for her. You are not to touch it. I will hear about it if you do and you won’t like what happens next.” He turned to Liz. “I want you to spank his ass twenty times for every infraction.”
She took the paddle and smiled wickedly at her husband. “Okay, Bull.”
“Now, you don’t get off so easy, Liz. You do what I say or else, you’ll get the belt.”
Rick wanted to protest, tell him he couldn’t do that to his wife, but he said nothing. It would have been ridiculous anyway, seeing how he was trussed up and covered with Bull’s sperm.
“With all this free time, Liz will have more time for me.”
“But what about your job?” Rick asked. “You’re supposed to start Monday.”
“I’ll start. But I expect you’ll cover for me now and then when I want to visit my girl.”
Rick’s mouth dropped open. “Cover for you!? But, I work in the office!”
“I was there before, remember? I know you occasionally went out in the field when needed.”
“Yeah, but that was for when guys were sick or had doctor’s appointments … not…”
Bull grinned. “Not to go fuck your wife? Well, things are different now – as you can probably tell.”
“But … but…”
“Shut up. Go make us coffee.”
“How can I if my hands are tied?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
Rick stumbled from the room in shame and yet, oddly aroused. Of course, his cage didn’t let that continue for very long. Despite his handicap, he found he could make coffee by stretching his hands around his side. Bringing them the hot coffee proved to be much more difficult. He wound up spilling some down his leg as he carried two mugs into the bedroom. It scalded him and he wound up spilling more black coffee on the beige carpet.
Liz tsked and took the mugs from him. “Bend over against the bed,” she said sternly.
Rick was stunned. “It wasn’t my fault! I couldn’t carry them with my hands tied!”
“Then you should’ve carried them one at a time. But you tried to do it all at once and look at the mess you made. I’m not even sure if that will come out of the carpet! Now get into position!”
With Bull looking on, Rick dared not defy her. He bent over, his hands useless and watched her pick up the paddle. She was still naked and it made his cock hard until the spikes cooled him down.
Whack!
“OW! That hurts!” She hit him much harder than he expected.
“Hush. That’s just a taste of how things are going to be around here now.” She gave him another blow and he yelped. He looked up to see a proud Bull watching and nodding.
Rick had to endure twenty spanks to his bottom and he was broken and crying around number fifteen. He blubbered and promised to be “good,” whatever that meant. He was willing to just about anything to escape the pain.
Watching him had made Bull erect again. He pulled Ric
k’s head up. The man’s face was tear-streaked and snotty. “There, there, Rickie,” Bull cooed, using the sheet to wipe away the mess. “I know you’ll do better from now on, won’t you?”
Rick nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Good. That’s real good to hear. Now, I’m gonna slide my cock into your purdy mouth and you’re gonna give me a good blow-job, ya hear?”
Rick’s breath caught in his throat and he nodded. He opened his mouth and allowed Bull to put his cock on his tongue. He began to make love to it. Shamefully, his cock began to stir in its cage, humiliating him even more. He glanced over at Liz and noted she was watching his defilement with great interest.
Rick didn’t really have to do much. With his hands behind his back, there wasn’t much he could do anyway. Bull grabbed his head between his massive hands and began to face fuck him, driving his big cock down Rick’s throat, making him panic and gasp for breath.
“Hey, now, I can see you need some training,” Bull said, slowing down. “You gotta breathe only when I pull out. Don’t fight it. Hell, man, your wife does a much better job and she has a smaller mouth!”
Under his gentle tutelage, Rick learned the proper technique. Soon, he was taking most of Bull’s cock. A flash caught his eyes and he looked over to see Liz taking pictures. He tried to struggle, but Bull wouldn’t let him move so he gave up and let her take more pictures.
“These are just for my own benefit,” she told him. “It gets me wet to see you sucking on Bull’s cock.”
Rick wanted to protest, but he couldn’t speak, not with Bull’s cock driving into his mouth. He was made to endure a long session with that cock because Bull had come so many times already. Finally, Bull sped up and Rick knew it was close and he was grateful. When the man’s seed erupted into his throat, he swallowed eagerly, happy to have the ordeal end.
Bull released him and Rick slumped down on the rug, completely broken, the bitter taste of the man’s semen in his mouth.
“Now, you get a reward for that,” he said.
Rick’s ears perked up.
“Every time you suck my cock, you get a day removed from your time in chastity. So right now, I’m thinking you get three days off. Sound good, Liz?”
“Oh yeah.”
That sounded like a terrible deal but he didn’t let his face show it.
“Now, go clean up that mess you made on the rug.”
Rick had no choice but to obey and had to use his feet to scrub the carpet because Bull wouldn’t untie his hands until he was done.
Thankfully, Bull left around six, after giving Liz one more load of his seed and another three orgasms while Rick cleaned the bathrooms. He was in the master bathroom when they started, so he could hear everything. They didn’t want him to watch, however, so he had to wait until they finished. He hurried out, still dressed in a fresh pair of panties and stockings, and went to the other bath to continue his cleaning.
Monday morning, Rick was beside himself. His world seemed upside down and he wasn’t sure if it was his dream come true or a nightmare. And now, his balls itched when the hair started growing back! In his fantasies, he had some control, except when the boyfriend was actually fucking his wife. Afterward, he always seemed to disappear, leaving Rick alone with Liz to finish making love to her. But Bull not only stuck around, he took over!
And now Liz was doing it too. This morning she had asked Rick to give her oral sex before he left for work. He had tried to beg off, thinking that because Bull wasn’t there, they would resort to their regular roles. Liz had threatened him with the paddle! He had stood there, frowning, and Liz staring him down.
“I really have to get to work, Liz,” he had said.
“Fine. But you can bet Bull will hear of this.”
It was a cheap shot, but it was effective. He looked at his watch. “Well, maybe for just a minute…”
“No, until I come. That’s the deal. And you’ve earned ten swats so far. I’ll wait until you get home because you might be earning more. Now get to it!”
He found himself on his knees in the living room while Liz laid back on the couch, legs wide under her skirt. She didn’t have on any panties. He grimaced when he began because it was obvious she hadn’t taken a shower yet this morning and he could still taste Bull on her. And in her. He didn’t want to be any later to work, so he dove in and managed to bring her to an orgasm within ten minutes. When he was released, he hurried out to the car, the mingled taste and smell of Liz and Bull thick on his tongue and lips.
He noted his cock was straining at his cage too, despite the spikes. It had clearly turned him on, but he wasn’t sure which part. The oral sex or the subservience or the taste of Bull in his wife’s pussy. His mind was confused.
Bull came into the office to fill out paper work and Rick had trouble looking at him. He started thinking of him as Darrell again and that helped. The man was pleasant and did nothing to embarrass Rick, for which he was grateful. He sent the man out on a job site with a crew and was glad to be rid of him.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. He had been worried about peeing while all trussed up, but it proved to be a non-issue. He could’ve stood at a urinal –the cock cage didn’t interfere with his flow – but he was afraid someone might come in and see him trying to aim the stubby little thing. He found it easier to go into a stall and use the toilet, sitting down like a girl. It also reinforced his feelings of being a useless cuckold. He returned home tired and somewhat horny. Being locked up made him think about all the sex he wasn’t getting. Liz was there to greet him and he expected she’d make him a drink and fix him dinner, but she had other ideas. She told him to give her another orgasm!
“Honey, I’m tired! Can’t we wait until later? What’s for dinner?”
She gave him a look that she must’ve taken from Bull. “No, I want to come now and you’ll do it. Just for that, you get another ten swats, plus another week in your chastity cage.”
He stared at her. “What?”
“And what’s for dinner is whatever you’re cooking.”
His mouth dropped open. He stood there, trying to decide whether to slap her or obey her and it was a close call. He knew how Bull would react. Bull had told him what would happen if he defied his wife. Meekly, he got down in front of the couch and waited for her to get into position. At least she had showered, he noted, as he tasted her. He found it wasn’t as bad as he expected it would be. His cock tried to swell in his cage and he ignored it and devoted his attention to her pussy, bringing her to an orgasm in about ten minutes.
He started to pull away when she said, “One more, Rickie.”
“Liz!”
“Twenty swats. Plus the ten from this morning. And another week in your cage.”
He dove in, fearful he might be in the damn thing forever. He wasn’t looking forward to the swats either.
This orgasm took longer and he was between her legs, worshiping her pussy, for a good twenty minutes before she crested into her climax. “Thanks, hon. Now go make dinner. Take off your clothes first and put on your stockings and your apron. We’ll do your punishments after we eat.”
Rick had no choice but to obey. He felt silly, dressed in the white stockings and that damn apron, his ecru French-cut panties on display, his dick limp in its cage. He made spaghetti, something he could handle, and they ate, Liz dressed and him in his sissy outfit.
“How did it go with Bull today?”
“Uh, fine.” He didn’t want to talk about it.
“Was he nice to you?”
“Yeah. It was fine.”
She dropped the subject. After dinner, she told him to go into the bedroom and bend over the bed. He gave her a beseeching look but did as she said. He laid there, his ass up, his hands gripping the sheet, waiting for her for ten minutes before she showed up. When she finally came in, he was surprised to see her completely naked.
“Wow!” he said, suddenly interested. His cock tried to expand and it was painful. He grimaced and looked aw
ay so his erection would recede.
“That’s right, Rickie,” she said. “Punishments will be given while I’m nude. So you can think about what you can no longer have.”
She came forward and tugged his panties down and left them around his thighs. “You have thirty spanks coming,” she told him. “That’s a lot. It’s going to hurt. It’s okay to cry. But if you try to stop me or run away, I will double your punishment, plus I’ll do it when Bull is around. I think you know how much more painful that will be.”
Rick nodded.
* * *
Liz looked down at her wimpy husband and felt a surge of power go through her, just as Bull said it would. She had been afraid to Dom her husband, as that wasn’t her traditional role. Especially when Rick made all the money. But Bull had convinced her to act Dom and she would be Dom, because Rickie desperately wanted to be a submissive cuckold, only he didn’t fully know it yet.
“It’s a process and the sooner you get started, the better off he’ll be. You’ll see.”
So far, he had been right. Liz reared back and gave Rickie a hard swat on his bottom and watched him jerk and yelp. That was another lesson she had learned from Bull. Make the first few swats hard, then not quite as hard in the middle part. When he broke down, she could go easier – unless he got cocky. Then she should beat it out of him all over again.
She counted out the strokes while Rickie tried to endure it. He made it to eighteen before cracking, his red ass wiggling all over the bed while he sobbed. He reached back and tried to grab the paddle, but she was ready for it. She reached in between his legs and grabbed his ball sack and yanked on it. Rickie howled and settled right down! She took pity on him and softened the next few strikes, giving him a chance to collect himself. But when she felt he was getting complacent, she increased the tempo and the power until he was crying again.
“Thirty!” she said, finishing his punishment. She immediately put down the paddle and hugged him, telling him he was good to endure it and that she loved him. That too was a lesson she had learned from Bull. He cried into her arms, his shoulders shaking.
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