Teaching the Cuckold His Place

"Did you pick this outfit, cuckold?" your wife's bull asks as he runs his fingers over the tops of her lace stockings.

"Yes, sir," you reply.

Your wife smiles. She likes that her bull insists that you call him sir. She likes that it helps remind you of your place when her bull is in your home.

"And did you dress your wife in this outfit?" he asks.

"Yes, sir, I did," you answer. You took your time, too, for you find great pleasure in dressing your wife for her bull. You pulled the stockings up her legs. You helped her step into the panties. You attached the garters. You helped her into the tight camisole that shows off her cleavage.

"And why did you dress your wife in this outfit, cuckold?" her bull asks.

"Because I wanted her to look good for you, sir," you answer. "Because there are few things my wife loves more than when you fuck her, and I wanted her to look as hot as possible for you so that you'd fuck her like she desires."

"Isn't he sweet?" your wife asks as she reaches over and caresses her bull's cock through his pants. "Isn't he just the sweetest little cuck?"

"He's an obedient little bitch, that's for sure," her bull says. "And he understands his place better than any cuckold I've worked with."

Your wife kisses her bull's neck and moans. "He likes that you've taken charge in our house. He likes submitting to your authority. He likes that he doesn't get to make any decisions when you're here, that his only job is to do exactly as he's told."

Her bull looks at you. "Is that true, cuckold?"

You nod. "Every word of it, sir."

"You know what happens when you don't do as you're told, don't you?" her bull asks.

You think back to the first time he slapped you. He'd told you to suck his cock and get him hard for your wife. You'd refused and he'd slapped you hard enough that you'd fallen to your knees. He threatened to slap you again and you'd hastily unzipped his pants, taken his cock in your mouth, and sucked until he was hard, just like he wanted.

"I get punished," you answer.

"Yes, you do," he replies. "In some ways, it's a shame you're so obedient these days, because I do so enjoy punishing a cuckold."

"You could always punish him for fun," your wife says.

Her bull smiles and looks at your wife. "Do you like it when I slap your husband around? When I spank his ass? When I make him suffer for his disobedience?"

Your wife nods and leans over to kiss him. Their tongues dance and she strokes his cock vigorously through his jeans. You know it's fucked up that she gets turned on at the sight of another man slapping you, and yet you like that your wife has found something that thrills her.

"Suck my cock, cuckold," her bull demands.

You don't want to get slapped, so you crawl between his legs. You remove his pants and underwear. You take his cock in your hand and stroke it a few times. Then you lean forward and take him in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the thick, throbbing head. You give a blowjob just as he demanded. You suck cock because it's what you've been trained to do, and because you fear the punishment you'll receive if you don't.

"You've turned him into such a slut," your wife says. "A cocksucking slut."

"I've turned him into a good cuckold," her bull replies. "Which sometimes means being a cocksucking slut for my pleasure. He's getting better, too. He's not as good as you, of course, but he's not supposed to be. He's just supposed to show me he knows his place by getting me hard. Then he's supposed to watch as a better man fucks his wife."

"Are you going to fuck me?" your wife asks.

"You know I am," he replies. His hand finds the back of your head and he pushes down. He pushes with such strength and force that his cock slips into your throat. You gag immediately, but he doesn't relent. He pushes harder, in fact. You can't breathe. Your eyes are watering. You're gagging. Finally, he relents. You pull off his cock and gasp for air. You wipe the spit from your chin and the tears from your eyes. You return to his cock immediately. You keep sucking, for you don't want to be punished. You don't want to feel the sting of his slap. You just want to be a good cuckold.

"Do you want to watch me fuck your wife, cuckold?" her bull asks.

"More than anything," you reply.

"Take her panties off," he says. You slide in front of your wife and pull her panties off, leaving the rest of the lingerie set on. He pulls her into his lap and says. "Put my cock in your wife's cunt."

You wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and guide the tip between your wife's pussy lips. She sits down and he fills her. She moans. Pleasure fills your body as you watch another man fuck your wife.

"Suck my balls, cuckold," her bull orders.

You do so without hesitation. You taste sweat. The smell of manliness fills your nose. You run your tongue over his hairy sack. You bathe it in your saliva. You suck because that's what a good cuckold is supposed to do.

He slides forward until his ass is hanging off the couch. Your wife is still riding him. She's bouncing harder and faster and her moans are filling the air. "Lick my taint, cuckold," he instructs.

You release his balls from your mouth. You lift them. You drop down as low as you can manage. You stare at his taint. It's fairly smooth and you see no harm in licking it. You press your face closer and run your tongue back and forth over it.

"Now eat my ass, cuckold," he demands.

You lean back. You can't imagine licking his ass. You just can't.

"What are you waiting for, cuckold?" he asks.

Your wife stops riding him and looks over her shoulder. "What are you waiting for?" she asks.

"I...I just can't," you say.

He lifts your wife off his cock. He leans forward. He stares at you. His gaze is intense and you feel your resolve melting, but you can't imagine licking his ass. You can't imagine doing something so disgusting.

Then he slaps you. He does so with enough force that you nearly topple over. It hurts. A wave of emotion washes over you. Suddenly you feel utterly powerless.

"Do it again," your wife says.

You look at her and see an unmistakable sense of lust in her eyes. She wants him to slap you. She wants him to assert his dominance in your house. So he does. He slaps you across the face again. Your wife moans and plays with her pussy. She's turned on.

"You told me you knew your place," she says. "You told me you understood that it was your duty to do as you were told. Being uncomfortable with what he wants isn't a good enough reason not to do it. Now eat his fucking asshole."

Her bull leans back. He spread his legs. She reaches over and spreads his ass cheeks, exposing his anus. Your face burns. You're humiliated. You've been completely and utterly emasculated. You fear more painful slapping if you don't do as you're told.

You lean forward. You lick his taint. Your tongue approaches his asshole. Humiliation courses through your body. You extend your tongue. You lick his asshole. You lick it just like your wife and her bull want you to.

"Climb aboard," he says.

Your wife climbs on his cock. She takes him inside her. She rides him while you humiliate yourself by eating his asshole. She rides him with great vigor and you eat his ass because now you truly know your place.

As they fuck, he directs you to eat his ass, lick his taint, suck his balls, and clean his cock when she hops off of it. He has you lick her pussy and eat her ass. He seems to take as much pleasure in controlling you as he does in fucking your wife, and you let him do precisely as he desires.

When they're finished, you clean his cock and lick his cum from her pussy. Now you know your place. Now you know what you are to them. Now you're happy.