You’re at the Bottom of the Hierarchy

"But why?" you asked when your wife denied you after you'd begged her for the chance to slip your stiff cock into her tight, wet, hot cunt.

"Because you don't get to fuck me anymore," she replied.

You clenched your fists in frustration. It had been months since you'd been inside her. "Why not?" you asked.

She spread her legs and smiled. She reached down and ran her fingers over her slippery pussy lips. She was naked and aroused, which made it even more frustrating that she wouldn't let you fuck her. "Because there's a hierarchy in life, and most definitely in our marriage," she explained.

"A hierarchy?" you asked.

She nodded and slipped a finger into her cunt. "Yes, baby, a hierarchy. Among men, in particular. Alpha males - men like my boyfriend - sit at the top. They're the ones that women want to fuck and other men - men like you - want to emulate. They're the ones that get everything they want in life without having to do much work for it. Then there are beta cucks like you, baby. You're at the bottom of the hierarchy. You're below everyone else. You don't get to demand anything. Nothing comes easy for you. You don't deserve a damn thing in life because everyone can see that you're weak, that you're pathetic, that you're just a little beta bitch."

She smiled and slipped a second finger into her pussy. You knew she could see your stiff dick, that she could tell that her dirty talk was having an effect on you. She was humiliating you, but it was obvious it was turning you on, which only made it more humiliating.

"Beta cucks don't get to fuck their wives," she said. "Beta cucks can beg and plead all they want, but their worthless little dicks don't get to experience the pleasure of a tight, hot, wet cunt. A beta cuck gets to eat his wife's pussy after her alpha boyfriend has fucked it, but that's really the best he can hope for."

You took your cock in your hand and stroked it slowly. Your wife smiled and plunged her fingers in and out of her slick pussy.

"Did I say you could masturbate?" she asked.

You shook your head.

"Then take your hand off your cock," she demanded. You released your cock and she sat up and beckoned for you to crawl into the bed and between her legs. "A beta cuck doesn't even deserve control over his worthless little dick. A beta cuck does as he's told. He doesn't think for himself when it comes to sex and his pleasure."

She took your cock in her hand and stroked you at an agonizingly slow pace. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure moving through your loins.

"You do as you're told when he's here, don't you?" she asked.

You nodded.

"When he tells you to get on your knees and fluff his cock like a good cuck, you do it, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," you admitted.

"That's because you're a beta cuck," she said. "You're at the bottom of the hierarchy. My boyfriend is superior to you. Most men are superior to you, in fact. You can't help it. You can't change yourself. It's just the way you are, cuck. It's the way I want you. I want a good, submissive little beta cuck for a husband. I want a man that does exactly as he's told, that understands that it's not his place to argue with me or to defy me or my boyfriend."

Her fingers danced gently over the underside of your cock head, offering blissful stimulation that left your body tingling with desire.

"You understand that, don't you?" she asked. "You understand that a beta cuck husband is what I want, don't you?"

"Yes," you said.

"Sometimes it's hard though, isn't it? It's hard knowing that you don't get to fuck me, that I only want alpha cock inside me," she replied. "It's hard to know that this dick of yours doesn't deserve my pussy, that it will almost never be allowed inside my pussy, that any time I take you inside me it's a rare, beautiful gift that you should show great appreciation for."

"I do appreciate it," you replied. "I do. I know I don't deserve to fuck you. I know I don't deserve your pussy, and I really do appreciate it when you let me enjoy it. I do."

"Do you appreciate it when he tells you to suck his cock clean after he's fucked me?" she asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"Do you like sucking my pussy juices off his thick, gorgeous, slick shaft?" she asked while stroking you a little faster.

"Yes, I do," you answered.

"What do you like even more than cleaning my alpha boyfriend’s cock?" she asked.

You looked between her legs and answered, "Cleaning your pussy."

She released your cock and gently laid back. She spread her supple thighs and reached between them to slide a finger into her pussy. "Should I call him?" she asked. "Should I invite my boyfriend over to fuck my pussy and fill me with his cum?"

"Yes, please," you answered. You'd gone from desperately wanting to fuck her to desperately wanting to watch him fuck her. All she had to do was remind you of your place.

"You know you'll have to be a good beta cuck if he comes over. You'll have to suck his cock. You'll have to suck on his big balls. Maybe he'll make you eat his ass. Who knows? Whatever he wants you to do, you'll have to do, because that's your place in the hierarchy," she said.

"I know," you replied.

"It's good that you know your place," she said. "I'll call him. He'll be here soon. Then you can be the good little beta cuck we both know you want to be."

"Thank you," you replied.

You like having a place in the hierarchy, even if it's all the way at the bottom. You like knowing your place, just like a good beta cuck should.