He's Better...So You Must Learn to Serve - Part 2

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"It looks messy, doesn't it?" your wife asked.

You stared between her legs and nodded. Her bull had left a rather large load inside her and he'd kept on fucking her after cumming. The more he pounded her, the messier her pussy got. You could see his cum in her pubic hair and her labia were covered in it. There was still plenty inside her, too.

"What do you think you should do right now?" she asked with a smile. "What would a good cuckold do right now? How would he serve his wife and her bull?"

Your wife's bull was right next to her. He was on his back in your bed with his hands behind his head, a satisfied smile on his face, and a messy, semi-hard cock between his legs.

You knew the answer to her question. Of course you did. You knew it without having to be asked. There was only one answer. That answer had become perfectly clear over the last month. Your job - your purpose, really - was to serve them in any way they desired. In that moment, as you rested on your knees by the foot of the bed, the answer was to clean them.

"A good cuckold would clean you. Both of you," you said.

You'd cleaned them before. Your wife more often than her bull, though you still hadn't done either a wealth of times. Not enough to be fully comfortable with the task. They'd had quite a bit of sex at his place over the past month, and you hadn't yet been invited to his place while they fucked.

"And what are you going to do?" your wife asked.

"I'm...I'm going to clean you," you answered, though your voice quivered as you said it. You weren't excited at the idea of taking his cock in your mouth and sucking his cum and her pussy juices off of it. You weren't excited about using your tongue and lips to clean every bit of his cum off her labia and out of her pubic hair and pussy.

Learning to serve your wife and her bull had been a difficult process for you. What you wanted was to fuck her pussy after he'd been with her. What you wanted was a slow handjob where she described all the dirty details of the things he'd done with her. You were no longer worthy of those pleasures, though, as she'd described it. He was better than you at literally everything, and therefore you were unworthy of almost anything other than serving her and her bull.

She still rewarded you with the occasional orgasm, though. She wasn't cruel, after all. You'd simply been denied blowjobs and sex. You'd been relegated to getting jerked off once a week by your wife's skilled hand. It was always pleasurable and the orgasms were always rather incredible - waiting a week between each stroke session made it feel so good - but being denied the pleasure of being inside your wife had become painful.

"I want you to masturbate while you clean his cock," your wife instructed.

"What? Why?" you asked.

She smiled and caressed her perky breasts in a manner you found enthralling. "Because, I want you to associate having his dick in your mouth with your pleasure."

You didn't want that. You didn't want to be the sort of man that found pleasure in giving a blowjob. That's not the kind of man you were. You couldn't do that.

"You don't have to be scared," she said softly. "In fact, you should be excited about this. You're going to be sucking his cock quite often so you should want it to be thrilling. You should jump at the chance to make it pleasurable for you, and if you masturbate while sucking his dick you'll eventually come to associate having him in your mouth with the most intense pleasure, I promise."

You couldn't imagine it working...but you worried it would. You worried that your wife would turn you into the sort of man that found pleasure in sucking cock. You worried that you'd become the sort of man that wanted to suck cock, that felt his balls tingle at the idea of having a dick in his mouth. You didn't want to be that man, but you didn't want to disappoint your wife, either.

"No more waiting," she said. "If you delay any further, I'll have to punish you."

You crawled into the bed. You'd been punished a handful of times over the past month. One such punishment involved going a week without even a hint of affection from your wife. She'd refused to let you see her naked or in her underwear too, acting like you were little more than her roommate while giving her bull access to her body each and every day. She'd even fucked him in your bed a handful of times, banishing you to the hallway to listen and refusing to let you in afterwards to clean. Instead, you served by hand washing her dirty, cum-stained panties afterwards.

She'd also spanked you once. That had been far more humiliating - and painful - than a week being treated as little more than her roommate. You had no interest in either of those punishments being handed out again, though, so you crawled into the bed and between her bull's legs.

"Now take your cock in your hand," she said. "Wrap your fingers around it and stroke yourself slowly as you suck his dick clean."

You took your cock - which was still hard from watching them fuck - and masturbated slowly. It was undeniably pleasurable. You'd gone nearly a week without an orgasm at that point and any touch would have felt spectacularly good. You approached her bull's semi-stiff and considerably messy cock as you masturbated. The smell of sex - and the mildly unpleasant smell of cum - filled your nose along with a musky scent from his balls.

"Serve him," your wife said. "Show us both that you deserve to watch, that you deserve any pleasure."

You took the head of his cock in your mouth. You felt the sense of revulsion that happened every single time you sucked him. You also felt pleasure. The pleasure of masturbation. You stroked yourself while sucking another man's cock and you felt good. Your dick was stiff. You stroked yourself a little faster as you sucked him clean. It felt better. Your dick throbbed. The head felt incredibly sensitive and every little touch made your balls tingle.

"He's moaning," your wife noted.

"I know," her bull replied.

She was right. You were moaning. You hadn't even noticed, but you were moaning. You were sucking his dick and moaning because you felt good. Sucking cock didn't feel good, but masturbating while you did it felt good.

"You were right," her bull said. "It won't be long before you've turned him into the kind of cuckold that loves to suck cock. A few weeks, maybe a month, and he'll probably beg to get on his knees and give me head. He'll beg to crawl between my legs and suck me clean. He'll beg for the chance to feel that pleasure."

Your wife looked down at you and unleashed a smile unlike any you'd ever seen from her. It was as if it was imbued with a sense of power, of deviant energy, as if she found genuine delight in watching her husband transform in real time into the kind of man she wanted you to be.

"I know it seems impossible," she said as she watched you suck her bull's cock, "but he's right. It won't be long before you're an eager cocksucker. It won't be long before your dick starts to get hard at the idea of having him in your mouth. It won't be long before you don't need to masturbate to feel pleasure as you suck dick. A month or two from now, you'll take him in that eager mouth of yours and your cock will get hard without any stroking on your part."

You felt a certain kind of stress at the suggestion, so you countered it with more masturbation. You used the precum leaking from the tip of your cock and you stroked faster. You licked your way up and down his shaft, cleaning it and moaning because you were luring yourself ever-closer to an orgasm through masturbation. You were playing right into your wife's hand, and yet your desire to avoid the pain of humiliation meant you couldn't stop jerking off, that you had to keep adding more and more pleasure.

"I think he's clean," she said with a smile. "And I think your dick is hard as a rock. I think you're going to round into a fantastic cocksucker for me."

You moaned. You felt ashamed the moment it happened, but you moaned for some reason. Your dick throbbed. You were on the verge of an orgasm as you backed away from his cock and stared between your wife's legs.

"No cumming without permission," she warned you. "I want you turned on, but you better not cum. The punishment will be severe, I promise."

You released your cock and moved between her legs. She parted her thighs a little wider and smiled.

"Clean my pussy," she said. "Clean his cum out of me like it turns you on to do so. Stroke your way to bliss, cuckold. Bathe your tongue in the taste of my bull's load and convince yourself that you love it, that nothing turns you on more than licking a better man's hot cum out of the pussy that used to belong to you."

You plunged your tongue inside her. You did your duty and cleaned her messy pussy. You cleaned his thick, salty, creamy load out of her. You licked it off her labia. You licked and sucked it out of her pubic hair. You masturbated as you did so, filling your body with a sense of pleasure while another man's cum danced on your taste buds.

"Am I clean?" your wife asked after you'd dutifully licked up every drop of his mess.

"Yes," you answered.

She smiled. "Good. No more masturbation until I give you permission."

You resisted your urge to continue masturbating and released your cock.

Your wife offered another sweet smile and added, "You did such a good job playing with your dick as you cleaned me. You made me so happy."

Despite the humiliation coursing through you, your wife's praise and the smile that accompanied it brought you joy.

"Now, you've spent the last month learning to serve us, so what do you think you could do right now that would be serve me and my bull?" she asked.

You sat back, glanced down at your impressively stiff cock, and then looked at both your wife and her bull. Her nipples were hard, her chest was flushed red with desire, and her pussy looked completely soaked with your saliva, his cum, and the juices of her pleasure that still slowly leaked out of her.

Her bull's cock was still half hard as he turned towards your wife, smiled, and reached out to take one of her breasts in his hand. He played with her perky flesh and gently rolled her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a moan from the woman you loved more than any other in the world. She rolled onto her side and leaned closer so they could share a slow, beautiful, lingering kiss with just a hint of tongue.

Then, as he continued to play with her breasts, your wife turned, looked down at you, and asked, "Do you have an answer?"

You nodded. The answer seemed clear, though you weren't sure if it was because it was the right answer or because you wanted to masturbate again.

"I...I could fluff him...I could suck his cock for you, until he's hard again, until he's ready to fuck you again," you said.

"What a good answer," your wife replied. "Go ahead, then. Suck his cock for me. Fluff my bull. And go ahead and masturbate while you do it, cuckold. Play with your dick while you fluff a far superior man for your wife. No cumming, though."

You crawled between his legs, took him in your mouth, and masturbated as you fluffed him. Pleasure filled your body as you sucked another man's cock. There was revulsion, too, but it had already started to fade. You couldn't help but feel troubled by that, but you ignored it. You pushed it aside in favor of feeling more of the intense pleasure you were already experiencing. That pleasure was all you wanted in that moment. It was all you needed. It was everything.

"Is my husband being a good cocksucker?" your wife asked, sending a wave of humiliation through your body, humiliation that was quickly counted by the pleasure of masturbation.

"Yes," her bull replied. "I think this little twist you came up with is going to ensure that he learns to serve a great deal faster. I think he's going to become a lot more useful to you."

"To us," she said with a smile. "After all, you've become the most important part of my sex life and I want as much of you as I can get."

Her bull moaned, perhaps because he was thrilled at the idea of fucking your wife even more often and perhaps because you were doing such a good job sucking his dick.

"Oh yeah?" he asked. "Well, it just so happens that I want more of you. After all, nothing has ever felt quite as good to me as your pussy does."

She reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her wet cunt. She moaned and they shared a deeply passionate kiss. You sucked cock the entire time, doing so while you masturbated and filled your body with pleasure, pleasure that you knew was being associated with having his dick in your mouth. You knew it was bad for you, and yet you couldn't resist. You pursued it with such vigor, such verve, such lust.

"Would you like to suck his balls while I ride him?" your wife asked.

The first answer that came to mind was 'No.' After all, why would you want to suck a man's balls while that man fucked your wife. A split-second later, though, a question came to mind. "Could I masturbate while I did it?" you asked.

"Of course," she replied. "You're not allowed to cum, but you're welcome to bathe yourself in the pleasure of stroking that disappointing dick of yours while you suck on his balls."

You didn't want to do it. You wanted to have the strength to say no, for your wife hadn't told you to do it. She'd simply offered you the chance to suck the balls of the man she was going to fuck. You could have said no. You could have turned her down and simply enjoyed watching them have sex, for you'd always found pleasure in that.

You craved more pleasure, though. You craved the pleasure of masturbation. You craved the intense sense of desire that coursed through you as you stroked your cock.

"Yes, I want to suck his balls while you ride him," you said as the humiliation of uttering those words filled you.

She smiled, straddled her bull, and looked over her shoulder to say, "Put his cock in my pussy and then you can get to work sucking on his big, beautiful balls. Help him build up a nice big load that he can unleash inside me, a nice big load that you can clean out of me while you keep on masturbating like a good cuckold."

You wrapped your fingers around his cock and guided him into her pussy. Her moans filled the bedroom as she sat down on him. You stared for a few moments and then crawled a little closer, dropped your head down, and took his balls into your mouth.

You took your dick in your hand. You felt the slippery precum coating the shaft. You moaned at the instant sense of pleasure that ripped through your body as you slowly masturbated. You were so turned on that you didn't feel the revulsion you thought you would. You were sucking on another man's balls and you felt only desire, lust, and pleasure.

The sounds of sex filled your ears as your wife lifted her pussy off his cock and dropped it down over and over again. The wetness of her cunt taking the thickness of his cock and their mutual moans penetrated your brain and deepened your arousal as you sank into the joy of being able to stroke your dick. Pleasure was all you felt and that pleasure was so good.

You lost track of the time. You weren't sure how long your wife rode him, but you kept your mouth on his big balls the entire time. You licked. You sucked. You worshiped them. You did so right until your wife and her bull came and came hard. Their screams of pleasure filled your bedroom while your dick remained stiff in your hand. You sucked right up until she pulled off his dick and rolled onto her back.

You didn't ask for permission to clean him. You just did it. You sucked his big dick clean of her pussy juices and his cum and you kept on masturbating. You couldn't stop. You couldn't resist the pleasure of it. You had to keep stroking, to keep pursuing your desire.

"You can cum," she said. "As long as you do it with his dick in your mouth. As long as you cum like an eager cocksucker should."

You knew you should have turned her down. You knew it. You couldn't help yourself, though. You just couldn't. The allure of an orgasm was too strong. You stroked faster as your mouth moved up and down his shaft. You sucked cock and you masturbated your way to a climax.

You came. You came so fucking hard. You came so hard with his dick in your mouth. You had an orgasm with another man's cock between your lips and as you did so your wife smiled with delight.

"That's it," she said. "Cum with his cock in your mouth. Cum as you serve him. Associate your pleasure with service, cuckold. Associate your pleasure with being a cocksucker, with serving the superior man I've invited into our bed."

You had no choice. His dick was in your mouth and you were cumming. The association was already burned into your brain. There was no stopping it.

You'd feel bad about if afterwards. Of course you would. Your post-orgasmic clarity would come with a healthy dose of humiliation. The association was there, though. Your wife had begun training you to be a genuinely eager cocksucker, to find it arousing to have his dick in your mouth. She'd begun it and she wasn't going to stop until you were a full-fledged cocksucking cuckold that wanted nothing more than to serve her and her bull.

You wanted to have the strength to resist her, but you'd fail. Of course you'd fail. The allure of pleasure - of the pleasure of your cuckolding - was too much to resist. You'd fail. She'd train you to be whatever she wanted you to be and there was nothing you could do about it.