The Consequences of Cumming

As always, Jane greeted just about everyone as she and Derek ascended the bleachers while warm-ups unfolded on the baseball diamond. She stopped to chat with a few of her closest friends and Derek greeted a handful of the husbands he'd gotten familiar with over the course of the season, though he wasn't anywhere near as friendly with any of them as Jane was with their wives.

Their ultimate destination was the final row of the bleachers, where Antonio always sat. He was the lone single dad in the stands and he also happened to be the man that Jane had been fucking for the past year.

"Jane, Derek, it's good to see you," Antonio said with a smile as they shuffled down the hard metal bleacher and sat next to him.

"You too," Jane replied as she scanned the outfield in search of their son.

Derek did the same, though Jacob was hard to miss given that he was far and away the tallest of the players. He wasn't quite as athletic as some of them - his throwing motion was decidedly awkward - but he was awfully good at the plate and it had been far more thrilling than Derek expected to spend the reason watching youth baseball.

"Derek, how's it going?" Antonio asked with just a hint of irritation in his voice. He'd come to expect - and rightfully so - a certain kind of deference from Derek as he was more than the man Jane was fucking. He was her bull, and he was a dominant one at that. He exerted a significant level of control over their sex life, and Derek was expected to offer his submission.

"It's good," Derek said without taking his eyes off the field.

"What's his problem?" Antonio asked.

Jane took Derek's hand and squeezed it gently. "He's pouting because he's being punished," she said softly enough that it was unlikely anyone else would hear.

Antonio chuckled. "Punished?"

"He had an orgasm without permission," Jane said. "I treated him to a teasing session this morning after Jacob left for the game. He'd been so good all week that he deserved it. I gave him the pleasure of being inside me while I told him what a good cuckold he is. I praised him for being so eager to clean the cum you leave inside me. I praised him for doing chores at your house while you satisfy me. I praised him and pleasured him and he disappointed me by cumming."

Derek worried that someone would hear his wife. They were far enough from the other parents that it seemed unlikely, but every word she uttered made him panic just a little at the notion of the unique nature of their sex life being revealed.

"Did he cum inside you?" Antonio asked.

"No. Thankfully, he had the good sense to warn me before he lost his load. Otherwise, his punishment would have been far more severe. It's quite likely he'd be unable to sit, in fact," she answered.

Derek thought of the few spankings he'd received in the year since Jane had first cuckolded him. Each had been punishment for what she'd deemed a major infraction on his part and each had been intensely painful, to the point that sitting had indeed been quite difficult for a few hours afterwards.

Antonio leaned forward, looked past Jane, and asked, "Did you apologize, cuck?"

Derek felt the same mild sense of defiance that had led to him losing control and cumming during the teasing session with his beautiful wife. A small part of him wanted to tell Antonio to go fuck himself. Derek knew better than that, though, for doing so would absolutely result in a significant punishment.

"I did," he answered.

"I think you should apologize to Antonio," Jane said with a gentle smile. "After all, my pussy is his now and you very nearly made a mess of it, which you know you're not allowed to do."

Derek wanted to assert that Jane was his wife, that her pussy didn't belong to anyone, but if it did it certainly didn't belong to another man. He didn't, though. He pushed down the defiance. He took a deep breath, he looked at Antonio, and he said, "I'm sorry that I almost came in my wife's pussy. I should have warned her sooner that I was getting close. I should have told her that I was weak, that I couldn't hold off, that I surrendered to the greedy, selfish part of me and let the pleasure overwhelm me."

"Thank you, cuck," Antonio said. "I'm glad to see that the lessons I've tried to teach you are still fresh in your mind. A cuckold has no business surrendering to that kind of pleasure. For you, pleasure comes from service to your betters. It comes from the agony of being teased while knowing that you're not allowed to cum unless you've earned it. It comes from being a good cuck, not from your wife's pussy. My pleasure comes from her pussy. Not yours."

Derek felt his sense of defiance slowly fade as arousal replaced it. It was the same arousal that had turned him into a cuckold in the first place. It was the arousal he'd felt when he walked in on Jane and Antonio sharing a kiss at a party a year ago. It was the arousal he'd felt as Antonio asserted himself and entered their marriage as a sexually dominant alpha male that inherently understood how to give Jane everything Derek had been unable to provide her. It was the same arousal that made him submit to Antonio and Jane's desires, that made him agree to the many rules they'd laid out over the past year.

"How is he being punished?" Antonio asked as he turned his attention to Jane.

"Well, I put his cock in chastity - where it will stay for at least a few weeks - and I made him wear a pair of panties. The really frilly, feminine pink lace panties I bought him a few months ago," she explained.

Antonio laughed. "I'll bet he was upset about that."

Derek had fought it. It was always more difficult to offer his submission in the aftermath of an orgasm, but it proved especially challenging when that submission involved emasculation, and there was nothing more emasculating than being made to wear chastity and a pair of panties while in public. Plus, wearing the panties brought with it an even greater fear of discovery.

Jane leaned over, kissed Derek on the cheek, and said, "He was upset and he resisted, but he understands his place. We've trained him well. He's not perfect, but he's getting better with each passing week."

The crowd cheered as the players took the field for the top of the first inning. With everyone's attention on the field, Jane took the opportunity to run her fingers up Derek's leg and grasp his caged cock through his jeans.

She smiled, leaned in, and whispered, "I thought your little cuckold dick looked cute in its cage and those frilly pink panties, and I think you're going to look utterly adorable when you strip down, get on your knees, and beg for the chance to worship Antonio's cock after the game."

Derek was not an eager cocksucker. In fact, he hated it. He often used his tongue to lick both Antonio's cock and Jane's clit when they fucked - particularly in reverse cowgirl - but there was something about the act of actually wrapping his lips around Antonio's dick that he found repulsive. Of course, that's precisely what made it an ideal punishment for when he misbehaved.

The crowd of parents cheered at a swinging third strike and Jane leaned over again and whispered, "Are you going to be a good cocksucker for my bull?"

Derek felt the revulsion, but he felt the arousal, too. The arousal that always accompanied submission. The arousal that had resulted in the massive shift in his marriage over the past year.

"Yes," he answered.

Another batter stepped to the plate and one of the fathers a few rows in front of them stood up and cheered far too loudly. His son looked into the stands and a sense of embarrassment washed over his face. The mother tugged at her husband's shirt and he flashed her a look of annoyance before glancing around to see that just about everyone was looking at him and wondering why he was acting like they were watching a World Series game.

The young man delivered a double, though, and everyone cheered loudly, including Jane. She continued clapping as she leaned over and whispered, "You shouldn't have misbehaved. You should have simply enjoyed the teasing, cuckold. You should have enjoyed my pussy without losing control like some pathetic teenage boy. Now you'll have to show Antonio that you're an obedient, worshipful cuckold. You'll have to suck his big dick. You'll have to choke on it, Derek."

The obvious and growing sense of desire in her voice contributed to the arousal roiling between Derek's legs. He felt his cock surge in the cage and experienced a dull ache as his attempt at an erection was defeated.

"I know," he replied as another batter struck out and walked back to the dugout with his head hung low. "I know I screwed up. I know I forgot my place. I know I need to make up for it."

"Yes, you do," Jane asserted.

The next few innings played out roughly the same as the first had, with Jane and Antonio taking every opportunity to remind Derek of his status as a cuckold and the fact that he'd submit to doing something he despised before the day was over. He understood and embraced that it was all part of his punishment, though that didn't make it any easier to withstand what felt like a torrent of humiliation, albeit with doses of arousal along the way.

"I'd like a snack," Jane announced as the third inning came to a close.

"Anything in particular?" Derek asked without hesitation.

"Something salty. Whatever they have."

He moved to stand and Jane slipped a finger into one of his belt loops and gently tugged down. Derek panicked at the thought of his panties being exposed and sat. His wife laughed and it seemed that she had no compunction whatsoever about the notion of exposing to everyone at the game that her husband was dressed in panties.

"You can go," she said.

Derek stood and headed for the small snack stand behind the bleachers. With every step he worried that somehow his jeans would come down and the frilly pink lace panties would be exposed. The sense of anxiety served as a reminder that he was being punished for violating the rules his wife and her bull had come up with.

Derek had agreed to the rules, though. He wasn't being forced into being a cuckold. He'd entered the agreement willingly and he'd done so because the pleasure he felt while being cuckolded was unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his life. Even when Derek wasn't allowed to cum he felt a sense of euphoria at watching Jane cum with another man's cock inside her. Derek felt that same euphoria at watching Antonio cum inside her and at seeing that cum leak out of her.

"I'll take a bag of chips," Derek said as he pulled out his wallet and handed cash to the older woman at the snack stand. She handed him the chips and he smiled and headed back to the stands while once again contemplating the punishment he would suffer later that day.

Derek had given just a handful of blowjobs over the course of the year and each had been a punishment as a result of his misbehavior. Each blowjob had been a uniquely unpleasant experience, though in recent months it had been worse as Antonio and Jane had begun demanding that Derek deepen his punishment by choking on the cock invading his mouth. That unique form of suffering would once again be visited upon him after the game was over and Derek felt no shortage of regret over his inability to control himself during the teasing session.

As he ascended the bleachers once more, Derek noticed a handful of the husbands glancing his way. He'd seen those looks before, though. He knew that some of the parents took note of the fact that Jane and Antonio were close, and were likely a little too close for everyone else's comfort. The suburbs tended to be like that, though, and Derek didn't really care since his wife and her bull were never openly affectionate towards each other in public.

"Thank you," Jane said with a smile as Derek returned with her chips. She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek - an act of affection he always enjoyed - and whispered, "How does it feel to walk around in those pretty panties?"

"Embarrassing, even if people can't see them," he answered.

Jane laughed softly and offered yet another gentle kiss. "That's what I was hoping for. You know, Antonio and I were talking while you were gone, and we both decided that punishing you is turning us both on, so we need to fuck as soon as the game is over. We considered having you follow him to his car right now to choke on his cock. He's got the tinted back windows, after all, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time he's gotten a blowjob in that car."

Jane has sucked Antonio's cock and fucked him several times in his car as it wasn't always easy to find privacy given that they both had teenaged sons.

"But, as fun as it would be to add a little risk to your punishment, it's not a risk either of us is willing to take," Jane continued, sparing Derek a truly awful experience. "So as soon as we get back to our place you'll strip to those pretty little panties of yours and you'll suck dick like a good little whore. Once you've gotten him nice and hard and covered in your slobber, your punishment will be over."

"Thank you," Derek replied.

She laughed and turned to Antonio. "He thanked me."

"He's a good cuckold," Antonio replied.

Again Derek was terrified that someone would overhear them. As much as he found his cuckolding arousing, he wasn't the slightest bit interested in other people knowing. No one was looking, though, which kept Derek's anxiety at bay.

"You are a good cuckold," Jane said. "Even if you screw up sometimes. In fact, you're taking your punishment so well that I might reward you tonight. Would you enjoy a reward after you've suffered all day?"

Derek nodded.

She leaned in, kissed his neck softly, and whispered, "Would you like to clean my bull's cum out of my messy pussy, cucky?"

Derek's cock ached in its cage. "Yes, I would. I'd like that very much.

He hated giving blowjobs, but for some reason Derek had always loved cleaning creampies. He knew it was silly for one thing to cause revulsion and the other to cause arousal, but he had no control over that. He was simply a passenger as the arousal center of his brain drove the bus.

Derek spent the rest of the game indulging in thoughts of both watching his wife get fucked and cleaning a creampie while trying his best not to think about the fact that he'd have to suck cock - and choke on it - to claim that reward. He failed at the latter part, though, as the repulsive thought of giving a blowjob kept popping into his head no matter what he did.

By the time the game was over and they were walking to the parking lot, Derek was awash in angst and arousal. He genuinely dreaded the idea of having to suck dick, and yet he could scarcely contain his excitement at getting to clean his wife's pussy, which was a treat afforded to him with some rarity. After all, Jane knew how much he loved it and thus she doled out that pleasure only when he'd truly earned it.

"Are you excited?" Jane asked as Derek pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yes and no," he replied.

She laughed and reached over to grab his cock through his pants. "I love how much you hate sucking dick. In a way, I lucked out. Lots of cuckolds relish the chance to blow a superior man. Not you, though. That's why it's a perfect punishment for you. Plus, I really like sucking cock - well, Antonio's cock, I suppose - so the fact that you're not into it just means more for me."

As Derek drove, Jane lowered his zipper and reached into his pants. She caressed his caged cock through the delicate lace of his panties and moaned like she was already getting fucked. He groaned as his dick tried in vain to come to life in the cage and Jane laughed softly.

"Do you regret cumming?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"You should. It's unacceptable. There are rules, and even though it turned out to be fun to punish you today, it's not something I want to do with any sort of regularity. If you do it again anytime in the near future, you'll be spanked and I will make sure it hurts."

"I know," Derek said as the memory of his most recent spanking flooded his mind. "I won't be so selfish again."

Jane kept her hand in his pants as they rode in silence for a few minutes. She kept on teasing him, rubbing his balls and his locked cock and spreading some of the precum that had leaked out of him over the front of his cage.

"I've been wet since we got the game," she shared as they neared the house. "Wet for Antonio. You know how my pussy gets when I know I'm going to have him. I can feel the heat. I can feel the wetness soaking my panties. I'm so fucking desperate for him. My little pussy is so needy, cucky, needy for the thing that you can't give me. Needy for a good, hard fucking from a nice big cock, a big cock that you're going to suck on like a good little whore."

She was getting herself worked up and doing so purposefully, at least as far as Derek could tell. It turned him on. Massively so, in fact, to the point that he wasn't nearly as anxious about sucking cock as he usually was. That wouldn't make it pleasant, though. There was nothing that could do that.

He pulled into the garage and thirty seconds later Antonio pulled into the driveway. They all went inside and headed right for the bedroom. Antonio and Jane kissed as they stripped each other naked and Derek took his clothes off as his wife had instructed him to before they left the game. He kept the panties on, of course, as sucking dick while dressed in the most feminine underwear imaginable was part of his punishment.

As he watched, Jane and Antonio crawled into the bed and fooled around. They kissed. She stroked his cock. He fingered her pussy. He sucked on her perfect, perky tits. She moaned in pleasure.

"It's time, cuckold," she said. "Time for the rest of your punishment. Get in the bed - in our bed - and suck this beautiful cock. Suck it like you mean it, too. Suck it with passion. Suck it like a good little whore. Make eye contact. Show Antonio that you understand your place, that you get that you're inferior to him, that you're grateful to him for satisfying your wife in ways you can't."

Every word was painful, and yet so many of them carried arousal, too. Derek stared at Antonio's cock as he crawled into the bed. It was long and thick and it had given Jane so much pleasure over the past year. Despite that, Derek sometimes hated that cock. He hated that he had to wrap his lips around it. He hated that he was sometimes made to suck dick like a faggot, that he was made to suffer that humiliation because he'd been weak and surrendered to the same desires every man had, only they were desires he was no longer allowed to have without permission.

"Suck my dick, cuck," Antonio instructed with a smile. "Right fucking now."

Derek wrapped his fingers around the base of Antonio's cock, lowered his head, and wrapped his lips around the shaft. He moved down, sucked hard, and pulled back. He flicked his tongue over the underside of the plump head like he'd been instructed to do so many times. He moved his hand in concert with his mouth, sucking and stroking and using his saliva to lube the shaft and provide a little extra pleasure.

Derek felt no pleasure as he sucked dick. He felt revulsion. Angst coursed through him. Surely his wife thought less of him each time he sucked cock. How could she not? He felt disgust with himself for ever surrendering to their demands to give head. Then he felt disgust for being so weak that he knowingly broke the rules and had an orgasm, thereby bringing the punishment on himself and doing so with full knowledge of what would happen.

"He's getting better," Jane said. "My little cuck is getting better at sucking dick. Look at him. He's doing everything you taught him. He's sucking those cheeks in. He's stroking you. He's playing with your balls. He's becoming quite the little cocksucker."

"Damn right he is," Antonio replied.

Derek wanted to scream at them. He wanted to insist he wasn't getting better, that he hated sucking dick, that he would never put in any effort at getting better. He probably was, in fact, getting better. He was doing as Antonio instructed to make the blowjob feel better. He was doing it because he was a natural submissive. He was a cuckold. He was doing it because it was more humiliating, more punishing. He was doing it because he'd been so fucking weak that he deserved to suffer.

"Now choke on it," Jane said.

Derek pushed down on the cock. He pushed down until he gagged. He pushed down again and felt the big dick hit the back of his throat. He gagged once more and his eyes water. He did it over and over. He took his punishment. He chased after it, in fact. He did so while his wife and her bull laughed at him and then started kissing each other in a wildly passionate manner.

"That's good," Jane said.

Derek pulled back and looked at his wife. His eyes were watering. His throat ached. Drool dripped from his chin.

"You can take your panties off and watch us fuck from the floor," she said with a smile. "Your punishment is over, though your cock will remain in chastity for the time being."

"Thank you," Derek replied.

He backed out of the bed, took the panties off, and dropped to his knees. He watched his wife straddled her bull, take him inside her, and moan as every inch of his fat dick filled her cunt. She leaned down and kissed Antonio while riding him at a slow, sensual pace. Her pussy was soaked - just as wet as she'd described it in the car - and the sex looked incomparably beautiful from Derek's position on the floor.

Humiliation still coursed through him as he felt the after effects of giving a difficult blowjob. Those feelings were fading, though, thanks to the thrill of watching something so beautiful unfold in front of him.

Soon, pleasure would take over as he watched Antonio cum inside his wife. That sensation would give way to true bliss as he was invited to crawl between Jane's legs to lick the thick cum out of her.

Derek's only regret was that he wouldn't get to cum in the aftermath of cleaning a creampie from his wife. Those were always the best orgasms and his weakness earlier denied him that pleasure.

He pledged to learn from that weakness and the punishment that had followed. He pledged to be a better cuckold and to avoid ever having to suck dick, though he knew that was unlikely. More mistakes were inevitable, which meant sucking dick again was inevitable. Derek would try his best, though. He'd try to be the cuckold his wife and her bull wanted and needed. He'd try, he'd fail, and then he'd try again.