His Cuckold Ritual Takes a Twisted Turn - Part 3

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Wade took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway. His head whipped left and then right as his heart pounded. He gripped the ice bucket and hurried towards the elevators.

Dressed in a pair of delicate panties and a satin robe with lace trim, Wade felt the intended humiliation without the need to run into anyone. He was a man dressed in delicate, feminine clothes and he still had the taste of Titus's seed in his mouth as he rushed down the hallway, the carpet rough against the bottoms of his feet.

Wade imagined Titus and Cora enjoying champagne in the room. He imagined having to go back, to suck Titus's cock, to watch again as Cora got fucked. He imagined his wife getting fucked in another room in the hotel. He imagined what would happen if his wife discovered that Cora had filmed their escapades, that she'd blackmailed Wade into serving as her cuck for the night, that he'd allowed himself to get wrapped up in a potentially destructive evening.

He pushed all that out of his mind as he pressed the call button for the elevator. It opened and a man stood inside. His eyes went wide as he eyed Wade, though he said nothing. For his part, Wade remained in the hallway as the elevator doors shut. Then the man - who looked to be about Wade's age, though he was already balding a little and had something of a belly - reached out and stopped the doors from closing.

"There's no reason to wait," he said. "You're going down, right?"

Wade nodded and, feeling as though he had no other choice, stepped into the elevator. He reasoned that it was no more than a handful of seconds to ride down to the next floor. He didn't even have to look at the guy.

The doors closed and the guy immediately moved toward Wade, who tensed with fear. A hand reached out and cupped Wade's cock through the lace panties.

"You look good," he said. "Are you a faggot?"

Wade shook his head.

"You sure? Because you're dressed like one."

Wade's heart pounded and he wondered why the elevator wasn't moving. "I'm...I'm here with my wife and her...and her boyfriend." It was the truth, or a version of it. "They...they wanted to humiliate me so they made me dress like this to get ice."

The guy took Wade's hand and placed it on his crotch. He was hard.

"If you weren't a faggot, would I be hard for you?" he asked.

"I'm not."

"You've sucked dick though, right?"

Wade nodded, though as his head moved up and down he wondered why he was telling the truth. Why not just lie about it?

"Of course you have, faggot," the man said. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock. "Don't worry, I'll be quick."

He put a hand on Wade's shoulder and pressed down. For some reason, Wade sank to his knees. He opened his mouth, too. He sucked the cock that pushed past his lips. He sucked like he'd been taught to by his wife. He sucked for reasons he couldn't begin to explain. He swallowed, too, taking every drop of the man's cum.

When it was over, the man put himself back in his pants, zipped up, and pressed a button on the elevator. It lurched to life and Wade stood until the doors opened.

"Have a good night, faggot," the man said as Wade stepped onto the floor with the ice machine. He filled the bucket quickly and took the stairs to Cora's floor. He rushed past a couple walking down the hallway. He heard them muttering about him, but Wade didn't give them a moment of his attention.

Cora was curled up with Titus on the couch when Wade returned to the room. He delivered the ice bucket to them and fell to his knees.

"That took longer than expected," Titus said.

"Someone...there was someone on the elevator," Wade replied. He noticed his heart pounding. He noticed his cock tingling in the panties that held it. He noticed the signs of arousal, signs that he'd ignored in the elevator. "He...he pushed me to my knees. He used my mouth."

Both Titus and Cora looked genuinely surprised, though they both smiled, too.

"You sucked off a stranger?" Cora asked.

Wade nodded as his cock throbbed in the panties.

Cora laughed. "You really do like to please people, don't you cuck?"

"Yes, I do," Wade admitted.

Cora's hand moved between Titus's thighs. She ran her fingers over his hairy skin and cupped his balls. His cock was flaccid, though still quite large and Wade watched her fingers encircle the impressive shaft.

"I don't know why, but it turns me on to know that he had to suck a cock because you sent him out in my panties and that sexy robe," she said softly. "I like that you found a way to humiliate the pathetic little bitch."

Titus kissed her deeply. Their tongues battled as Wade's cock throbbed even more. He still couldn't believe he'd sucked the stranger's cock. He hadn't needed to. He hadn't been pushed to his knees. It had just been a hand on his shoulder. The man had guessed that Wade would give head, that he'd offer his mouth, that he'd do so without putting up a fight. He'd been right about that and Wade had gotten a mouthful of cum as a result, cum that he'd greedily swallowed. Cleary he was more of a submissive than he ever thought, that it had taken a woman like Cora and a man like Titus to explore the depths of that part of his sexuality.

"Get over here, cuck," Titus instructed. "Suck my dick."

Wade crawled closer and took the fat cock in his mouth. He sucked until it was hard as a rock. He felt good about it, too. He shouldn't have felt good about anything - he was being blackmailed, after all - but he couldn't help himself. The fight had gone out of him and been replaced by a different kind of desire than he'd ever tapped into.

"He's so eager to humiliate himself for your pleasure," Cora noted. "So eager to show that he understands how far beneath you he is."

Wade felt a hand on the back of his head. It pushed hard and Titus's cock slipped into his throat. Wade's eyes bulged and he gagged. His throat burned and tears ran down his cheeks. He heard laughter. Insults were lobbed at him. His dick throbbed in the panties as he embraced his degradation.

The hand moved from the back of his head and Wade fell back and gasped for air. He coughed and spit dribbled from his mouth and onto the carpet. Titus lifted a foot and rubbed it over Wade's face for a few seconds as Cora kissed his neck.

"Will you fuck him, Titus?" she asked softly. "Will you put him in his place? Will you fuck him like the bitch he is? Will you fuck him while I play with my tight little cunt and get all wet and worked up for you? Will you fuck him, humiliate him, and then fuck me as I sit on his chest?"

"Yes," Titus answered without hesitation. "Fuck yes I will."

Cora stood, looked at Wade, and then offered her hand. She helped him to his feet and they walked towards the hotel bed. She stopped, caressed his cock through the panties, and kissed his neck.

"Make sure you take it like a good faggot," she whispered. "We both know this is what you deserve. We both know this is what you are, Wade. Just a fucking faggot to be used by a real man, to be humiliated, to be degraded, to be treated like a piece of meat. We both know this is what a cuck deserves."

Wade's dick felt impossibly hard, so much so that it hurt as it strained in the panties. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was what he deserved.

Cora crawled into the bed, sat against the pillows, and spread her legs. Wade got on his knees at the edge of the bed and fell forward. He kept the robe and panties on.

Titus grabbed a condom and rolled it down his cock. He moved behind Wade and lowered his panties, an act that proved astoundingly humiliating despite its simplicity. It felt like proof that Wade really was nothing more than an object to be used for the pleasure of others.

Spit landed on his asshole and was rubbed around by the head of Titus's cock. Then there was pressure against his asshole. Then there was pain. Searing pain. Pain so incredible that Wade closed his eyes and worked hard not to fill the room with screams. He gripped the comforter tightly and winced over and over as the cock invaded him slowly.

"Fuck him, Titus," Cora said. "Destroy his ass. Put him in his place."

Titus did just that. Every thrust brought pain, though it lessened as Wade loosened up. It would never feel good, though. He understood that from the moment he was penetrated. For him, anal sex was pure pain and humiliation. Wade knew that was the pleasure of it, though, for Cora and Titus, so he took it.

"Play with that cunt, Cora," Titus instructed. "Finger it deep while I destroy your boyfriend."

Cora slipped four fingers into her pussy and they went deep. She was soaking wet and Wade found some measure of excitement in watching her finger herself like that. 

"Fuck...can you get your fist in there?" Titus asked.

Cora looked at him and smiled. Soon all five fingers moved into her pussy. Then her hand. Then, as Titus desired, she began to fist herself. Her whole hand moved in and out, in and out. She was soaked. Truly soaked. She was doing more than simply servicing a client. She was turned on. She was getting off on watching Wade get fucked, on fisting herself for Titus's pleasure.

Titus pulled out and said, "Get me another condom, cuck."

Wade hustled towards the box of rubbers and pulled one out. He tore it open and quickly rolled it down Titus's cock to dress him for Cora's pussy.

"Get on your back. Head near the foot of the bed," Titus instructed.

Wade did as he was told and though she'd mentioned it, he was still surprised when Cora got up and sat on his chest. She held some of her weight on his hands so she wouldn't crush him and it was thrilling to feel her soft, warm ass cheeks against his skin.

Titus then moved into the bed. His balls brushed against Wade's forehead and he seemed to rub them over his face purposefully before guiding his cock into Cora's pussy and kissing her.

Wade couldn't see them kissing - he could really only see Cora's pussy and Titus's ass and balls - but he could hear it. He could hear the desire in their kisses, the lust they felt for each other.

"Fuck me," Cora said. "Fuck me hard, Titus. Show my cuck who the real man in the room is."

Wade was the bed. He was furniture for Cora and Titus. He laid there as they fucked. Titus's cock moved in and out of her in long, deep thrusts and his balls often hit Wade's chin. The smell was astonishingly strong and all-encompassing, and Wade found himself thoroughly enjoying the experience of witnessing sex in that very particular position.

Cora came rather hard after a few minutes of fucking and Titus buried himself inside her and held still as she climaxed. He pulled out after some lovely-sounding kisses between the two of them and Cora promptly lifted her hips, slid them forward, and dropped her ass onto Wade's face.

"Get your tongue in my shithole, cuck," she said.

Wade did as instructed. It was, once again, hugely humiliating, but he did it.

Titus's cock entered her once more and he pounded Cora's pussy while Wade tongued her asshole. It was fitting. He was a cuck. He got to penetrate her asshole with his tongue. He got to taste her insides. He got to feel Titus's balls on his chin with every thrust. He got to do so while dressed in a satin robe and panties. He did not, however, get to fuck Cora, or his wife for that matter. He was a cuck and a cuck didn't do such things.

Titus came fairly quickly, burying his cock deep and groaning while Wade tongue fucked Cora's asshole. Titus then pulled out, removed the condom, and as soon as Cora had lifted her ass from Wade's face, Titus buried his dick in the cuck's waiting mouth.

Wade choked on the cock, of course. Titus was astride his face, though, making it impossible to move away. All he could do was take the face fucking, to suffer the indignity of choking on a man's cock.

Eventually Titus pulled out, slapped his dick across Wade's face a few times, and then headed for the bathroom. The shower started up soon after and Wade's chest heaved as he sucked in air over and over again.

Cora's head appeared above his own. She smiled sweetly. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're all done," she said softly. "As soon as Titus leaves you can go back to your wife."

Wade smiled and sat up. His body ached. His throat, in particular, ached. He was still awash in humiliation, too, and he suspected that wouldn't go away for quite some time.

Titus showered, dressed, and left after a long kiss at the door with Cora.

"Are you ready?" she asked upon returning to Wade.

"I should change," he said.

Cora smiled. "There's no need for that."

"Yes there is." Wade gestured at the robe and panties he wore. "I can't go to my room dressed like this. I wouldn't be able to explain it."

Cora took his hand and kissed him softly. Her mouth opened. His did the same. Her tongue brushed against his lips and retracted. It probed in and brushed against his teeth. Then, as she moaned, her tongue entered his mouth. Her hand cupped his cock and balls in the panties and she began to caress him. Arousal flooded his body and his emotions shifted, though not enough to make him think it was a good idea to go to his room dressed in lingerie.

"Wade...your wife knows you're here."

It took him a few moments to comprehend what she'd said, though even then he didn't believe her. "What? No, that can't be true. That can't be true. It can't."

"It is, Wade. Your wife was the first one I went to with the footage I had."

"You tried to blackmail her?"

"I did. I had a similar request, in fact. I had a client who asked if I knew any genuinely married women. He wanted to fuck one behind her husband's back. I thought I could convince your wife to give up her pussy in exchange for keeping your little secret. She refused. I threatened her. She suggested that I do something with you. She said, in fact, that she was certain you'd submit when threatened."

Wade sat on the bed and his shoulders slumped. He couldn't find the will to be upset, though, as his wife had been right. He'd offered his submission without hesitation.

"So...Mira...she, what, pimped me out?"

Cora laughed as she sat next to Wade. "In a manner of speaking, yes. We've been texting tonight. I've been giving her updates. I got a few videos while you weren't looking, including one of Titus fucking you. Your wife enjoyed that one, by the way."

Wade felt a gentle sense of betrayal, and yet there was no question that he'd enjoyed parts of his evening with Cora. He'd felt bad because he thought he'd been effectively cheating on Mira, but he hadn't been. He'd been offered up by his wife. Given to Cora to deal with the issue of the hidden camera footage.

"I'm going to take you back to your wife, Wade," Cora said. "You're going to clean her bull's cock. You're going to clean his cum out of her. She's going to let you watch as he fucks her again because she's grateful that you served me tonight."

Wade nodded.

"There's one more thing," Cora said.

"What's that?"

She kissed him on the cheek. "This is going to be a regular thing. I wasn't sure if you'd actually be good at this - at serving and playing the part of a cuck - but you were exceptional at it, Wade, so you'll be doing it regularly. Don't worry, though, your wife is getting a cut of what I'm earning."

Mira really had pimped him out and she was going to continue to do so. Wade was stunned once more, though he felt a tingling between his legs that indicated he wasn't anywhere near as upset as he should have been.

Wade opened his mouth to say something, but Cora kissed him. It was a genuinely passionate kiss, too, and she teased his cock quite a bit while their tongues entwined.

"Would you like to go down on me before I take you to your wife?" she asked softly.

"Yes, please."

Wade slid onto the floor and moved between Cora's legs. She guided his mouth to her pussy and moaned as his tongue moved over her clit.

"That's good, Wade," she said. "Fuck, that's really good. You'll get to do this more often. Don't you worry. It won't be all humiliation when you work with me. You'll get to experience pleasure. I'll even make you cum on nights when your wife and her bull aren't here. If you're very, very lucky I'll let you fuck me some day, though you'll have to earn that pleasure, Wade."

He still couldn't fully wrap his head around what his wife had done and what his near future as a pseudo whore was going to look like, but Wade couldn't deny the excitement that gripped him. His cuckold ritual had changed significantly, but maybe the change was for the better.

The End.