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Cucky was lying on the bed face up, naked, with his arms by his side. His cock was in a chastity cage, which had been in place for a few weeks, a pink, plastic, two-inch chastity cage that was being held in place by a prostate massager inserted into his anus.

The inserted end had a bulbous head that stretched the muscles of his anus. The massager then ran down his pelvic floor between his anus and balls to the other end, which was a cock ring and was attached to his chastity.

In this sad case, the cock ring was too big, so it had been placed around his cock and balls. When his penis did get erect, it was three inches, and the resistance from the prostate massager ensured his tiny cock pushed against his cage, causing pain and discomfort.

Cucky’s wife and mistress lay on top of Cucky in a sixty-nine position. She, too, was naked, and she was sweaty. Cucky could feel the sweat on his stomach as she rested against him, her head resting on his left inner thigh.

Mistress’s thighs were straddling Cucky’s upper arms, holding them down by his side. Cucky was unable to move anything but his legs, and if he moved these, he risked being spanked and slapped, so he remained motionless like he was in a casket.

The reason this scenario is playing out becomes clear when we understand what is hanging out of the back of Mistress. A magnificent eight-inch cock belonging to the bull! His cock is thick and veiny with a large head. He himself is not special, an average guy, blessed with a beautiful cock and the sexual prowess to go with it.

The Bull had been fucking Mistress exactly as she had commanded for about forty-five minutes; she had orgasmed twice, the last one moments ago, and the Bull had timed his own orgasm to coincide.

As Cucky lay there, he began to get excited; this was the part he loved and longed for, indeed, the part he lived for, as the rest of his life was spent in chastity and subservience.

Cucky had just had a ringside view of the Bull emptying his seed into Cucky’s wife and Mistress. He had watched as his wife had orgasmed on the magnificent cock as she vigorously rubbed her clitoris, and Cucky had watched intently as the bull’s balls twitched. The base of his penis throbbed and pulsated as he emptied what Cucky hoped was a huge load of cum into his wife’s pussy.

To Cucky, this was the calm before the storm; to the other two participants, the storm had already passed, and this was the cleanup job to get things back to normal.

The Bull was the first to move; he lifted himself from resting on Mistress’s back, where he had flopped post orgasm. He started to withdraw his now semi-erect cock from Mistress’s hole.

Cucky could see the white frothy mucus that had formed around the base of his penis, generated from the juices Mistress had produced, which had then been vigorously whipped by the ferocity of the Bull’s fucking. Cucky wondered whether he would get the chance to suck and clean the Bull’s cock, he daren’t ask, he just had to hope it was offered.

When the Bull’s cock was withdrawn to the point where his bell end was about to pop out of Mistress, she reacted by tilting her hips back and pushing her bum in the air to minimize any leakage.

Cucky licked the front of her pussy, being careful not to touch her sensitive clitoris. He did this to give Mistress a reference point as to where his mouth was, so she could ensure all leakages hit their target.

The eager anticipation and excitement were palpable. Cucky could see Mistress’s beautiful arse cheeks all red and hot from the pounding she had just taken. The Bull’s cock still glistening with Mistress’s juices, it was still thick and veiny, and his balls were now empty and hung down low, resting against Cucky’s forehead.

As the Bull withdrew his cock from Mistress, Cucky was really hoping to lick Mistress’s juices off it. Instead, the Bull grabbed the base of his cock and slapped it down hard a few times onto Cucky’s face to get any cum and juices off it. He then wiped his cock all over Cucky’s face as if cleaning it. He laughed to himself as he humiliated Cucky, then slapped Mistress on the bum with his hand as he climbed off the bed and exited the scene.

Cucky could smell Mistress’s sex and juices on his face; this was like an aphrodisiac, and he squirmed his hips as his tiny cock sprang to life. Mistress had made Cucky take viagra as this increased the strength of his erections and the pain he would endure in his chastity cage. The viagra had started to work.

Mistress raised her head from Cucky’s thigh and noticed his chastity flinch. She lifted one arm and, with those long fingernails, beautifully manicured and painted for the occasion, she started running them across Cucky’s scrotum.

Cucky was not a custom to Mistress’s attention, and his cock got hard instantly and started to burst through the gaps in his chastity cage, the end of his penis protruding from the slit in the front of the chastity cage.

Mistress put her fingernail into the hole at the end of Cucky’s penis and started shaking his pathetic cock around with her fingernail as the only lever. This caused Cucky pain but also pleasure as his prostate massager started to pull tight in his anus and give him pleasurable sensations.

Mistress raised her body so she was kneeling upright, tipping her pelvis forward. This presented Cucky with the most beautiful view of her wet, glistening pussy. He closed his mouth and inhaled to smell the wonder of Mistress.

Cucky continued to smell for as long as he could, enjoying the effect this was having on his penis and the sensations this, in turn, gave him from the prostate massager pulling tighter.

Mistress had stopped entertaining Cucky’s penis and was just watching it twitch. She knew exactly what was playing out and waited for gravity to take its course around her pussy. She couldn’t see what was happening down below, but had done this enough times to know the script.

Cucky had opened his eyes, still taking deep inhalations of the smell that surrounded him, and he saw the first wad of cum forming at Mistress’s hole. Cucky watched as the volume of cum increased until the inevitable descent like a dam breaking its banks.

Cucky positioned his tongue to catch the cum in his mouth. Much like a flood, once the path had been created, the cum started to flow constantly from Mistress into Cucky’s mouth. He was breathing through his nose, and this allowed him to smell the fluids and the Mistress’s pussy.

Cucky’s tongue was also resting just below Mistress’s hole, and as he expertly guided the cum into his mouth, he could also taste Mistress’s well fucked pussy with all her orgasmic juices still glistening on her pussy lips.

When the flow of cum slowed to a dribble, Cucky grunted as he was unable to talk with his mouth quite literally full of cum. Mistress brought her knees together and lifted her pussy from Cucky’s face. She then put her head down to look between her thighs at Cucky, who raised his head and opened his mouth wide to show Mistress how much cum he had collected.

“That Bull never disappoints,” she said with a hint of admiration, referring to the sheer volume of the load he had just emptied into her.

With that, Cucky looked deep into Mistress’s eyes and swallowed the entire mouthful of cum. “Good Boy!” She said in her dominant voice.

Mistress then raised her head and relaxed her knees, descending her pussy back onto Cucky’s face. Once on his face, she started to rhythmically move her hips as Cucky’s tongue got to work, and he started licking her pussy clean, eagerly moving his tongue to get every last drop of Mistress’s nectar.

Having had two amazing orgasms, Mistress was never going to have another; this was about letting her poor, pathetic husband have a taste of what he needed.

Cucky had some dignity and pride; he chased Mistress’s clitoris, trying to lick it and give her some pleasure, and he almost wanted to reclaim her in his own distorted way. Mistress recognized this ritual and said, “You don’t get to do anything I don’t let you, you are not getting my clitoris, I don’t want you to have it.”

 

 

Mistress was now kneeling upright so she could use both hands; she used one to push Cucky’s massager into his anus before releasing and repeating, and the other hand to scratch and tease his balls with her fingernails. This was blended with grabbing the chastity cage and masturbating him.

Cucky had not been permitted to orgasm since their last encounter with a Bull three weeks previous. Mistress knew masturbating through the cage would get Cucky to orgasm; it always does.

Cucky was naturally as virile as anyone else. Before he had become the Mistress’s slave, he would orgasm a few times a week and had maintained this level of desire. On the occasions where Mistress had allowed Cucky to remove his chastity cage, she usually caught Cucky ogling her and getting his cock hard,

Mistress ritually punished Cucky by getting his dog bowl, which he drank from in her presence, and topping the water up from the ice dispenser, then making Cucky lie face down with his hard cock in the iced water until it shriveled. Cucky would then have to drink from this bowl for the rest of the day!

Mistress’s cruel handling of Cucky’s cock following the Bull’s departure had gotten it so it was literally bursting through the slits in his chastity, and the bulbous end of the prostate massager was straining and pulling tight in his anus.

On previous occasions, Cucky had broken free from his restraints. Previous incarnations of the prostate massager were not bulbous enough, and the pressure of Cucky’s viagra induced erections against a two-inch cage had made the massager pop out.

Mistress was feeling particularly cruel today and was trying to force Cucky into breaking his contraption, which he had meticulously researched and constructed.

Mistress knew that by breaking the contraption, Cucky would be mortified that he had failed, allowing Mistress to end the scenario and forcing Cucky to treat her extra specially until their next encounter.

Mistress’s chance to sabotage events would come if she got Cucky to the point of orgasm, where his cock started to throb and pulsate, and the muscles around his anus spasmed and released the massager.

The trick here was to get to Cucky to this stage without letting him cum and reach full orgasm. How cruel.

Mistress was having fun with this scenario, scratching and teasing Cucky’s cock and focusing on his anal stimulation so he would push out the massager. Mistress sat back down on Cucky’s face, and he instinctively started to tongue around her clitoris, still wanting to reclaim her by giving her pleasure.

Cucky was in heaven, having his penis stimulated by the women he loved, being allowed to lick her clitoris, and smelling her sex were all too much. He started to leak cum from his penis. It wasn’t a full orgasm, more like precum, but he had broken the cardinal rule; he had not asked Mistress whether he could cum.

To be fair to Cucky, it was a bit of precum, but he doesn’t ejaculate much anyway, indeed it is usually a pathetic dribble that barely fills his foreskin, so in this case, Mistress may have been a little hasty.

Nevertheless, as soon as Mistress noticed moisture dripping from the end of Cucky’s chastity she felt disrespected and that Cucky had disobeyed her.

Mistress proceeded to slap Cucky’s cock hard, shouting and reprimanding him for his disobedience. “How dare you cum without permission?” she screeched, “I have never witnessed such appalling behavior.”

Cucky loved this humiliating talk but was reeling from the pain of Mistress’s first blow and instinctively tried to wriggle free, but Mistress sat down hard on his face, and she clamped her thighs tightly around Cucky’s shoulders.

Cucky moved his lower body to avoid the possibility of more excruciating pain of being hit on the penis with a viagra induced erection.

As Cucky turned his hips to shield his penis from the firing line, Mistress struck his now exposed bum cheek as hard as she could. This made Cucky straighten instinctively, which wasn’t a good move as it allowed Mistress to strike another blow to his penis, this time getting a direct hit and causing Cucky to call out in pain.

Cucky squirmed and wriggled, but Mistress’s thighs were far too strong for him. After a few more direct hits on his cock, the pain of the plastic chastity hitting his penis and the base of the chastity cage digging into his balls, the punishment was too much. Cucky’s body went limp, and he began to cry with the pain and frustration of defeat. His cock also shriveled to nothing.

Over the years, Mistress had turned her husband’s mild manner and submissive nature to her advantage, as this story testifies, but deep down, she did not like this side of him; he had not defended her when he should, and she had not felt cherished. Maybe it’s the frustration of this that pushed her into humiliating him and made her turn him into a cuckold.

This was the moment all those underlying feelings had risen to the surface. Mistress wanted to punish Cucky and wanted him to stop her from doing so.

Mistress wanted to sabotage Cucky’s penis contraption, so he did something and stopped her mischief, but in her view, he had just orgasmed and enjoyed it, so he was never going to step up. Instead, he would continue to take what life deals him and enjoy it where he can.

This summed up Mistress’s life; she wanted someone to defend her, but instead, this man lying beneath her had just watched another man fuck her and then just cleaned up afterward. It’s pathetic!

Mistress reached around between her husband’s legs and pulled at Cucky’s prostate massager by grabbing the base. The inserted end popped out with a fart, and Cucky winced and clenched his arse with the pain and shock of the extraction.

As Mistress continued to pull, the chastity cage came off, almost pulling Cucky’s ball sack off with it! Mistress threw the device to the floor, with great vigor and purpose, as if to prove a point.

She looked at Cucky’s cock. “Did you actually cum.” She asked with a derogatory tone. As with hindsight, it didn’t look wet.

“I did a bit.” Mumbled Cucky from underneath Mistress, his mouth struggling to get clear air. Cucky hadn’t reached orgasm, but he did not want to upset Mistress and risk further reprimand; he failed!

‘Thwack. Cucky felt Mistress hit his cock, which was a surprise as she usually stops punishing him once he starts to cry. Cucky, in his subservient way, just lay there, scared to talk or defy her.

‘Thwack,’ another blow struck Cucky’s cock, he didn’t react, just took the pain. ‘Thwack,’ the third blow was delivered slightly harder than the previous blows.

“What the actual fuck?” Mistress proclaimed as she looked down at Cucky’s cock. The release from chastity, the viagra, the fact that he lay with his mouth still nestled in his wife’s pussy, and the attention had all resulted in Cucky’s cock getting hard.

Mistress knew there was no hope of any change in their lives; her husband was never going to stand up to her or for her, so she wasn’t going to indulge him any longer. She released her thigh grip, climbed off him, and exited the room with that look of disdain etched on her face.

Cucky said “sorry” as his wife left the room. He didn’t know what he was sorry for; it was just a habit.

Cucky had no clue he had done anything wrong or how his wife was feeling; all he knew was that his cock was hard enough, and this was his first chance in three weeks to touch it, so he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity and proceeded to masturbate until it was sore!

 

The End.

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