His Retirement

Wyatt's not retiring from work. No, it's a certain part of his anatomy that's being retired because it's no longer useful to his wife. Instead, it will go in a cage and he will demonstrate his usefulness in other ways.

"Wyatt, darling, we could use a little more wine," Ana called out from the living room.

Wyatt pushed away from his desk and made a beeline for the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of Rosé he'd opened for his wife and her two friends, Melanie and Dahlia.

He appeared in the living room a moment later and refilled their glasses, emptying the bottle in the process. He made a mental note to pull out another in the hopes of anticipating their needs, as Ana had come to expect him to do whenever possible.

"He seems quiet," Melanie asked - seemingly thinking that he couldn't hear her - as Wyatt left the room. "Is everything okay?"

"He's a little sad about his retirement."

Wyatt froze just a few steps into the kitchen as Ana stood on the precipice of revealing something that he would rather have remained private.

"Wait, his retirement? He's only 40. How is he retiring?" Dahlia asked.

Ana chuckled softly as Wyatt's grip on the Rosé bottle tightened to the point that his fingers started to ache. "It's not that kind of retirement."

Wyatt held his breath as he hoped Ana would leave it at that.

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask, what kind of retirement are we talking about, then? Was he fired and you're just labeling it something else to protect his feelings?"

"No, it's nothing like that."

Wyatt let out the breath he'd been holding for far too long. He still felt the tension in his shoulders, though.

"I know you're listening, Wyatt. Could you come back in here?"

He set the bottle on the kitchen table and stepped back into the living room, this time with his heart beating far harder than before. Wyatt stood in front of the couch and clasped his hands behind his back as he smiled at his wife.

"My friends are curious about your retirement," Ana said.

Wyatt glanced at Melanie and then at Dahlia. Both were beautiful, elegant, well-dressed women, just like Ana. They lived in the same upper class suburban enclave. Their homes cost well over seven figures, just as Wyatt and Ana's did. Their husbands held down high paying corporate jobs, just like Wyatt did. He didn't quite understand why, but their elegance and beauty made it more difficult to even consider sharing what his wife clearly wanted him to share.

"Is that right?" Wyatt asked, mostly as a stalling tactic.

Ana sipped her Rosé. "It is. Why don't you tell them about it?"

Again Wyatt glanced at both of his wife's friends. They looked curious - deeply so, in fact - about the information that rested on the tip of his tongue. It seemed possible that they understood that it was private in nature, that Wyatt very much wished he would be given permission to keep the information to himself.

"Wyatt, darling, I've given you an instruction and I expect you to follow it," Ana said sharply.

That garnered a raised eyebrow from both women before they glanced at each other. They seemed to understand that they'd just been granted access to a part of Wyatt and Ana's relationship that would typically have remained private.

"Of course," he replied. "I'm not retiring from work. That won't happen for another 20 to 25 years. Instead...instead it's my cock that's being retired."

Two sets of jaws dropped and both women leaned forward a little as if they weren't entirely sure they heard what he'd said.

"And why is that, Wyatt?" Ana asked.

He felt his face redden. "Because it's inadequate. Because...because it cannot satisfy you the way you deserve to be satisfied, Ana. Because...because at my encouragement you found another man to satisfy you and now you have no need for my cock."

"Holy shit," Dahlia said softly.

She leaned back and took a rather large sip of her Rosé. Melanie did the same thing. Wyatt couldn't bear to do more than glance at either of them, but a momentary look was all he needed to see that his reveal was just as shocking as Ana seemingly hoped it would be.

"Go get your retirement gift, Wyatt," Ana instructed.

He turned and walked towards the bedroom. He retrieved a black velvet bag from his wife's nightstand. He returned to the living room to see smiles on the faces of Ana's friends as all three of them whispered to each other.

Wyatt dropped to his knees in front of the coffee table and pulled the pieces of a small metal chastity device out of the bag. He rested them on the black velvet to ensure they were as visible as possible and Dahlia and Melanie leaned forward and stared.

"Is that what I think it is?" Melanie asked.

"If you think it's a cock cage, then yes, it's what you think it is," Ana answered. "I considered simply retiring his cock by banishing him from fucking me, but I knew he'd masturbate constantly. He's a man, after all. That's when the idea of the cock cage came up. It's a tool for a forced retirement, I suppose. Once he's in it, Wyatt doesn't get to experience an erection or an orgasm without my permission."

Dahlia reached for the cage and hesitated. "Can I handle it?" she asked.

"Of course," Ana replied.

She picked up the largest piece of the device. The one that would hold Wyatt's cock. She held it in the palm of her hand and lifted it to eye level.

"It's so small," Dahlia noted.

"Smaller is better, at least according to what I read online. You don't want him to have any space to grow inside it. The fit should be snug. It should feel like a prison. He should be able to feel it constantly so he's reminded of the fact that his cock has been retired from use because it proved so ineffective at satisfying me."

Wyatt's face burned with embarrassment, though he was intrigued to note the low level hum of arousal coursing through his loins.

"So, you're having sex with someone else?" Melanie asked.

Ana looked at her friend and a genuinely giddy smile crossed her face. It looked to Wyatt like she had no control over it, like the mere thought of Jonah provided an overwhelming level of happiness.

"I am. I have been for nearly a year, actually."

"I can't believe you never said anything!" Dahlia said.

"I can't believe I'm saying anything right now," Ana replied, "but I just can't help myself. The sex is so good with Jonah that I want my friends to know, and it's not like Wyatt isn't on board with this. He might look embarrassed - and I'm sure he is - but it was his idea that I start fucking someone else and he's loved every second of it."

All three women looked at him as Dahlia set the cock cage on the coffee table once more.

"It's true," he said. "It was my idea and I do love it. I didn't expect this part, though. The retirement. It makes sense, but I just didn't expect it."

"It makes sense?" Melanie asked.

Wyatt looked at his wife's beautiful, dark-haired friend. He noted that her nipples were now poking through her satin blouse and he wondered if it was too cold in the house or if she was aroused.

"I don't satisfy Ana," he answered plainly. "My cock doesn't, at least. My tongue does, and sometimes my fingers do, and sometimes I get to use a toy on her, but I don't satisfy her when we have sex."

"Which isn't very often," Ana chimed in.

"No, it's not. Jonah fucks her better than I do. He has from the start. That was the point, though. I thought maybe that things would slow down or that the pleasure of it would decrease after the novelty had worn off, but it seems that Jonah really is just better than I am."

"Significantly better," Ana added.

Wyatt felt his face burn once more. He was used to a certain level of humiliation as part of his cuckolding, but it felt different with Melanie and Dahlia sitting on either side of his wife. He was being exposed in a manner that was completely out of his control. The arousal swirling between his legs had gotten a bit stronger, though.

"So his cock is going in that cage and then he won't be having sex with you anymore?" Dahlia asked.

Ana nodded. "That's right. Wyatt is going pussy free from here on out. He is a lesser man than Jonah. He fucks me with far less skill and stamina. He fucks me to tepid orgasms at best, and the truth is, since I've had Jonah I don't really cum when Wyatt fucks me so I see no reason to let him inside me anymore. Thus the retirement."

Wyatt glanced at his wife's friends and was pleased to find that neither seemed disgusted. If anything he saw intrigue on their faces.

"Has he worn it yet?" Melanie asked.

"No. The retirement ceremony we're doing this weekend will be his first time in the cage. I'm sure we'll have to make adjustments to get it right, but I don't intend on letting him out of it for quite some time, other than for cleanings, of course."

"This is...remarkable," Dahlia said. "Unusual, but remarkable."

Ana smiled at Wyatt and he felt a sense of warmth towards his wife. He wasn't being forced into anything. The retirement had been her idea, but he got on board quickly as it was an absolute truth that he could no longer provide her with any sort of satisfaction with his cock, thus there was very little point to his cock being able to enter her pussy.

"Won't he go mad?" Melanie asked. "I mean, Doug would lose his mind if he went two weeks without an orgasm or without being able to fuck me, let alone...forever, I guess."

"I expect he'll be frustrated," Ana said. "Wyatt is obviously a different kind of man, though, and I expect that his frustration will actually translate into the kind of behavior I want to see from him."

"I'm intrigued. What do you mean?" Dahlia asked.

"Well, you saw today that he was more than happy to refill our glasses. Most men wouldn't do that. Most men would resent being asked to do so. Wyatt was not resentful. He's happy to serve because it ties into his status as a cuckold. He likes to serve me and Jonah. He likes to tend to our needs. He likes to show that he can still be useful around the house even though he can't fuck me worth a damn. I expect that those instincts will blossom once his cock has been retired, that he will find even greater pleasure in serving in that way, that he will begin to explore a different side of himself and find a new kind of satisfaction that has very little to do with the penetration of a warm, wet pussy, for that is no longer something Wyatt can expect to do."

Silence hung over the room for what felt like ages before Melanie asked, "How does he serve you, if I might ask?"

"He cleans the house. He prepares the bedroom. He used to buy condoms before Jonah and I moved to having unprotected sex. He helps me get ready for my dates with Jonah. He uses his tongue with expertise to excite me. He serves us drinks. He cooks for us. He will sometimes take Jonah's truck to the car wash while we're having sex. If we go to Jonah's house, he will sometimes do chores over there while I'm getting fucked. I expect that he'll lean further into those instincts once his cock has been retired."

Wyatt felt awash in humiliation, so much so that he couldn't bear to look at any of the women in the room, instead choosing to focus on the coffee table and the cage that would soon encase his cock.

"You have seemed happier in the past year," Dahlia noted.

"I am," Ana replied. "Much happier, in fact. I never imagined I'd be the kind of woman that wanted this sort of thing, but I am. As it turns out, I'm quite enthralled to be married to a man that's more than happy to have his cock retired because he acknowledges that it no longer has use to me."

"While it's not for me, I'm utterly fascinated with all of this," Melanie said. "Completely and utterly fascinated."

"I'll invite you back after the retirement ceremony if you'd like. You can see what Wyatt's cock looks like in its new home from which it will almost never be released."

Wyatt knew Ana would do it, too. He knew that it wouldn't be long before the two elegant women sitting next to his wife would gaze upon his caged cock and witness the full scope of his humiliation.

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"How long has it been since he fucked you?" Jonah asked.

Wyatt stood naked in their bedroom. Jonah and Ana were still fully dressed, him in jeans and a button up and her in a sundress.

"I let him have me two nights ago," she said while dumping the contents of the velvet bag on the bed. "He deserved one last time inside me. I made him clean his cum out of me afterwards, of course, but he deserved to experience me one last time before his retirement."

Jonah stepped behind Ana and put his arms around her. She leaned into him and turned her head so their lips could meet for a deep kiss. Wyatt watched as his cock stirred to life, his nervousness about the retirement washing away in favor of arousal at the sight of his wife and her bull kissing.

"Do you have any misgivings about this?" Jonah asked as he stepped away from Ana.

She picked up the stainless steel ring that would encircle Wyatt's genitals, turned towards him, and smiled. "None at all, actually. I thought I might. It's a big decision, after all, but I'm firm on this. If the last year has taught me anything it's that my husband was meant to be the sort of man that serves and supports his wife as she pursues the life she deserves. It's not just what's best for me, though I could see others thinking that's what I'm doing. This is also what's best for Wyatt. It will be frustrating for him, of course, but a cuckold's life is often frustrating. That's part of it. Dealing with the frustration is part of how he shows his devotion to his wife. Plus, it's not like he won't cum. He just won't do it inside me anymore. He probably won't do it while hard anymore, either, but we'll see about that."

Ana stepped closer and slipped Wyatt's cock and balls through the stainless steel ring. It felt cool against his flesh, but that was quickly remedied. She cupped his balls for a moment and kissed him on the cheek.

"Are you ready for your retirement, Wyatt?" she asked.

He took a deep breath. "I am. Everything you said was correct, Ana. This is what's best for me. This is also what's going to make me happiest despite the frustrations that will come with it. Oddly enough, I like feeling frustrated from time to time. I like that it can be a struggle to be a good cuckold. I like serving you and Jonah. I like dedicating myself to making your time together as satisfying as it can be."

Ana turned back to the bed and picked up the stainless steel cage that would become his cock's new home. She held it up and smiled.

"In my hand I hold the symbol of your new status in our marriage. I hold the symbol of my power over you. I hold the symbol of your retirement from a certain version of manhood. I hold your future. Are you ready to accept your new place, Wyatt?"

He nodded. "I am. Please, lock my cock in that cage."

Ana stepped closer and worked his cock - which had grown a little - into the small confines of the cage. It took a little time, but eventually she got the device in place and locked it.

Wyatt looked down as his wife cupped his newly imprisoned cock and balls. She kissed his neck and he felt himself swell up in the manner any man would do when he was aroused. His desire was defeated, though, and a gentle ache emanated from between his legs.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Tight."

"Good. It's supposed to be tight. In fact, as time goes by, I'll get you a smaller cage to make sure the fit is even tighter, to make sure that you never forget that your cock has been retired, that it will never again enjoy the pleasure of my pussy, even if I find myself without a bull at some point in the future."

Wyatt knew that's what his retirement meant, but it felt different now that he was in the cage. The likely permanence of it was undeniable and a wave of anxiety washed over him as he fully grappled with his newfound reality.

"Do you promise to honor my control over your cock and your pleasure, Wyatt?" Ana asked as she cupped his genitals.

"I do."

"Do you promise to embrace the retirement of your inadequate cock and serve my needs and the needs of my bull to the fullest of your ability?"

"I do, Ana. I do."

She smiled and kissed him. His cock surged in the cage. He felt his flesh poking through the bars. He felt a gentle ache he suspected he'd become familiar with in the ensuing weeks and months.

"You may undress me."

Ana spun around and Wyatt helped her out of the sundress and the bra and panties she wore beneath it. He watched as she stepped into Jonah's arms so he could run his strong hands over her body and grasp her tight ass while they kissed.

"Undress him," Ana instructed as she stepped out of her bull's grasp.

Wyatt did so without hesitation. He'd done so before, though it remained a humiliating and slightly uncomfortable task. Jonah was naked before long, though, and Ana took her bull's cock in her hand and pulled him close to Wyatt, initiating a comparison between them.

"You've always been much smaller than him, but this really demonstrates it, doesn't it?" she asked. "You look tiny compared to my bull's beautiful cock. You look small and inconsequential. You look as you are, which is utterly inadequate for satisfying your wife."

"You'll never fuck her again, cuckold," Jonah said, clearly relishing his position as the man that would spend a great deal of time fucking Ana. "How does it feel for it to be real?"

"Challenging," Wyatt admitted. "Really fucking challenging."

He watched his wife and her bull kiss for a handful of seconds and then Ana pointed to the floor. Wyatt fell to his knees and his wife - while still kissing her bull - put a hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth to Jonah's cock.

Wyatt sucked like he was expected to do. He'd been doing so for the past three months, though not all the time. He knew that now he'd be sucking with greater frequency, that his role was going to change a little thanks to his retirement. Now, more than ever, he needed to prove his usefulness to his wife and her bull. He needed to show that he was worthy of being included in their sex life, that he would help in any way he could to ensure their happiness.

"This is what a cuckold does," she said to him. "You suck the superior cock that's going to fuck your wife. You fluff it. You get it wet and hard. You guide it into my pussy. You watch as it satisfies me in ways you can't even comprehend."

With that, Ana crawled into the bed and onto her back. Jonah followed until his cock hovered at the entrance to her pussy.

"Do you part," Ana instructed.

Wyatt crawled into the bed and reached between their legs. He guided the bull's cock into his wife. His own dick throbbed as he did so. He watched Jonah fill her. He listened to her moan as she took his length.

Wyatt backed out of the bed and watched from his knees. He witnessed his wife's pleasure as she took long, deep thrusts from her bull. He witnessed Jonah's pleasure, too, as Wyatt had always found an intense sense of arousal in the notion that his wife's pussy provided a great deal more sexual satisfaction to another man.

The first time was always fairly quick between them as both Ana and her bull were eager to climax, to indulge in their intense desire for each other by pursuing their orgasms with haste, knowing full well that another would be right around the corner.

"Clean him," Ana instructed as Jonah pulled out and rolled onto his back.

Wyatt crawled into the bed and between her bull's legs. He cleaned the cock that had just fucked and satisfied his wife. He cleaned Jonah's balls, too, sucking every drop of sweat and cum and pussy juices off of them before returning to the softening cock and swallowing as much of it as he could to fully clean it.

"Clean me, cuckold."

Wyatt moved between his wife's legs and gently cleaned her pussy of her bull's cum. He made sure to avoid her sensitive clit while consuming every drop of Jonah's seed. He did so with enthusiasm, too, moaning and gently grinding his caged cock into the bed.

"Imagine what he's going to be like in a few weeks," Ana said with obvious delight in her voice. "He'll be writhing in pleasure as he cleans you out of me, as he sucks your cock, as he does his part to be the perfect cuckold for us."

She kissed her bull as Wyatt wondered whether his wife's prediction would come true. He strongly suspected it would, as he could easily imagine being overwhelmed with desire after a week or two of imprisonment.

"Retiring his cock is going to be the best decision I've ever made," Ana said.

Though it wouldn't be easy, Wyatt suspected that his wife was correct, that he would thoroughly enjoy being a cuckold with a retired cock.