“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.
“I thought you might say that, so I’ve got a proposal for you. I think you’ll like it.” She smiled. “I’ve already gotten the okay from Bull and let me tell you, it’s a big concession. If you agree, I’ll let you out of your cage to masturbate twice a month at the times I say. And you can use a turkey baster to squirt your seed into me. So that way, the baby could be yours!”
He knew she’d only let him do it when she wasn’t ovulating. Or immediately after Bull had come inside her. He stared at her Black Cocks Only tattoo, realizing that it meant what it said. He would never again be allowed to put his small white dick into his wife.
“What about Jamal? And DeWayne?”
“Oh, I’d still take care of them in other ways. My ass needs attention too, you know! But my pussy will be Bull’s – at least until I get pregnant. Then I can do whatever I want.”
“And Bull is okay with all of this?”
“Bull wasn’t too happy about letting your nasty sperm into me. But he could see the logic of it. He wants to move in here. You can stay in the spare room until the baby is born, then you’ll have to move into the den.”
The den was small and Rick knew a twin bed would barely fit in it. He knew once Bull moved in, he’d be their servant, locked in his cage forever.
“So, what do you say, Rickie?”
Did he really have a choice? “Uh, yeah, great.”
His cock strained against his cage.
The End
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