The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 9

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Caleb stared up at the guest bedroom ceiling and listened to the sounds of his wife enjoying Bryan's cock. The bed - the bed Caleb used to sleep in - groaned from Bryan's powerful thrusts. Grace's moans were deep and long, though every once in a while she would scream in pleasure, likely when Bryan got particularly deep in her pussy. Every now and then Caleb could hear them talking, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. It was dirty, though. Of course it was.

As he listened, Caleb pulled the covers aside and gazed down at his crotch. At Grace's instruction he'd worn a pair of lace boyshort panties to bed. They tightly encased his cock - which was locked in chastity - and he felt the intended humiliation each and every time he looked at them. Of course, that humiliation only served to arouse Caleb, which is why his gaze then turned to the nightstand. A vibrator sat on top of it. Grace had bought it for him as a gift and she'd informed him that it would be the only way Caleb would be allowed to masturbate from that point forward. He was no longer a man, she said, so he no longer deserved to masturbate like a man.

Though he still felt a little embarrassed to masturbate with the vibrator, Caleb reached out and plucked it from the nightstand. He held it tightly for a few moments as he debated whether or not to use it - he was free to do so, but it was just so humiliating - and then he twisted the knob and the vibrations began. Caleb placed the tip of the vibrator against his locked cock - while keeping his panties on, of course - and he moaned immediately. Grace hadn't given him permission to masturbate in more than a week and all that pent up desire led to an exceptional level of pleasure as he vibrated his locked up cock.

Caleb closed his eyes and listened to the sounds coming from the bedroom he used to share with his wife. He pictured Grace on her back with Bryan between her legs. He saw the big cock stretching his wife's pussy with every thrust. He saw her labia clinging tightly to the thick shaft, as if the notion of being deprived of that big cock was something her body just couldn't handle. The moans got louder, which meant Grace was getting closer to cumming. Her boyfriend was going to make her cum on his big cock and then he was going to pump his load into her pussy, into the pussy that used to be Caleb's to enjoy.

"Cum inside me," Grace called out. It was loud enough for Caleb to hear clearly, as if she wanted to make sure that he knew that her boyfriend - that a better man - was about to unleash his seed into her pussy. Purposeful or not, Caleb found it thrilling. Another man was sleeping in his bed with his wife. That man was about to cum inside his wife, to fill her with his load. That man had almost entirely replaced Caleb in his own house, and yet he couldn't help but find it arousing.

Bryan's grunts and groans combined with Grace's exultations of pleasure, making it obvious they were both cumming. Caleb's eyes remained closed and he kept the vibrator against his locked up cock as pleasure coursed through his body. An orgasm didn't quite arrive, but he wasn't going to stop. He was going to keep masturbating until he'd filled his panties with cum.

Caleb almost turned off the vibrator when he heard the master bedroom door open, but he was too close to his orgasm to stop. As footsteps approached his door, Caleb once again thought about stopping, but he didn't care at that point.

The bedroom door opened and Caleb turned to see his wife step inside. She took one look at him and smiled before sauntering towards the bed. "You look so good in those pretty panties," she said softly. "Like you were always meant to wear them. And I love that you're using the vibrator I bought you, Caleb. I love that you've embraced your place, that you seem to understand what you are."

Grace ran her fingers over Caleb's bare chest and grasped one of his nipples. She pulled just hard enough to make it hurt and he groaned, though he felt far more pleasure than pain. Merely being touched by his wife was more than enough to inspire a wealth of pleasure.

"Bryan thought you might appreciate the chance to eat his cum," Grace said. "Is he right, Caleb? Would you enjoy it if I sat on your face and fed you my boyfriend's load?"

"Yes," Caleb answered as he felt his cock throb inside the cage.

Grace smiled and climbed into the bed. She straddled his chest and crawled forward until her pussy rested over her his face. It was dark, but Caleb could see that she was utterly soaked.

"Please, Grace, feed me his cum," Caleb begged as a mixture of lust and humiliation enveloped his body, leaving him in a desperate state.

Grace lowered her pussy onto Caleb's mouth and he moaned before his tongue pushed between her plump, slippery lips. Bryan's cum poured into his mouth, coasting his taste buds and filling Caleb with a deep sense of humiliation. It was impossible to feel anything else. After all, he was eating another man's cum from his wife's pussy while he masturbated in a pair of panties and a chastity device.

"I guess Bryan was right," Grace said as more her boyfriend's cum flowed into Caleb's mouth. "This is probably better than sex for you, isn't it? Being fed the cum of a superior man is everything you've ever wanted, isn't it? This is the kind of relationship you've always been destined for. You're not a real man, after all. You're just a fucking cuckold. A cum eating cuckold. A cocksucker. A panty boy."

Caleb couldn't offer a response - she was smothering his face with her pussy - but he could certainly moan in pleasure, which is exactly what he did. Pure, perfect lust coursed through his body as Grace humiliated him, bringing his orgasm even closer. His loins began to tingle in the most thrilling manner and that sense of pleasure slowly emanated outwards in a quest to envelop the entirety of his body.

The moment it happened - right when his head began to swim with delight - Caleb came in his panties. He kept the vibrator pressed against his caged cock and he practically screamed with pleasure into his wife's pussy as his entire body trembled from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Enjoy your orgasm, Caleb," Grace said softly. "You deserve to cum as you desire, even if it's pathetic." She sat on his face for right up until he was finished cumming and then climbed out of the bed, blew him a kiss, and walked towards the door. "Oh, and no changing your panties. I want you to sleep with that cummy mess in your underwear. That's fitting for a cuckold like you."

She was right, which is why Caleb would do exactly as his wife desired.

"You know, I've been thinking," Bryan said as he sat at the kitchen table and set his freshly-brewed cup of coffee - brewed by Caleb, who was standing in the kitchen in a pair of panties and a chastity - on the table.

"Thinking about what?" Caleb asked.

Bryan smiled, sipped his coffee in a long, slow manner, and said, "I think it's time for you to move out."

Caleb was so stunned, and unnerved, by the notion that he felt his legs wobble. "What do you mean?"

"There's no need to look so worried, cuckold," Bryan said. "I'm talking about the pool house. I think it's time for you to move to the pool house, to give Grace and me a little more privacy and space in the main house. It needs a little work to be truly livable, but I'm sure you can do that work."

"But...but I don't want to move out," Caleb said.

Bryan smiled, took another long sip of his coffee, and stood. He approached Caleb slowly and with a purposeful look on his face and didn't stop until they were uncomfortably close. "Get on your knees, cuckold," he ordered.

Caleb fell to his knees without thinking, as if Bryan had asserted his will so successfully that Caleb inherently knew he wasn't anywhere near man enough to refuse.

"Now take my shorts off," he instructed.

Caleb knew what was coming next, and yet he felt powerless to resist. He reached up and unbuttoned Bryan's shorts. He pulled them down to his ankles and looked up once more as he waited for his next command.

"Kiss the bulge," he said.

Caleb looked at the bulge in Bryan's tight-fitting boxer briefs. It was undeniably impressive. It was long and thick and he could see the outline of the head through the thin material of Bryan's underwear. It was hugely humiliating to even consider leaning forward to kiss the bulge, and yet Caleb did it. He closed his eyes and he kissed the bulge over and over.

"I don't care if you don't want to move out of the house, Caleb," Bryan said. "And I'm not stupid enough to suggest it without having talked to Grace first. She thinks it's time, too. We deserve more privacy. You'll still be able to come to the house for meals. You'll still get to watch us fuck. You'll still get to suck my cock and clean her pussy. You'll still get to be a cuckold. You just won't sleep under the same roof anymore. You'll be in that little pool house, which is exactly where you belong."

Caleb kept kissing the bulge in Bryan's underwear as he listened to his wife's boyfriend detail the massive change that his life was about to undergo. He knew there was nothing he could do about it, but even if there was, Caleb wasn't sure he'd have tried. After all, being kicked out of the house was massively humiliating, and that humiliation caused an incredible throbbing in his cock cage. Caleb could even feel the precum dripping out of him as his arousal reached a fevered state.

"Take my underwear off," Bryan instructed.

Caleb reached up and removed Bryan's underwear, freeing his cock, which was now in a half hard state.

"Are you a cocksucker, cuckold?" Bryan asked.

"Yes," Caleb admitted.

Bryan smiled. "Of course you are. You're a pathetic cocksucking cuckold. You've surrendered every part of what your life used to be because you're so fucking pathetic. You're hooked on it. You're a fucking addict. That's good for me, though, because I get to fuck your beautiful wife. I get to make her mine. I get to sleep in her bed. I get to move into your house. I get to do all of that because you're so fucking pathetic. Now take my dick in your mouth."

Caleb did as instructed and humiliation ripped through his body. An involuntary moan escaped his body as he gave head to his wife's boyfriend, doing so on his knees on the kitchen floor while his little dick throbbed in a tight chastity device and a pair of panties encased his crotch in a soft, delicate lace.

"Deeper, cuckold," Bryan said. "Don't be a weak fucking cocksucker. Swallow my dick. Take it into the back of your throat. Fucking gag on it if you have to. Get me hard so I can fuck that beautiful wife of yours, so I can bury my dick in her tight cunt and make her scream my name before I cum in her pussy."

Caleb deepthroated Bryan's cock. He did it over and over. He sucked with wild abandon as he thought of Grace getting the kind of fucking she craved. He wanted to give his wife that, and it seemed clear that Bryan was getting off on humiliating and dominating Caleb, which seemed like it would ensure that he would fuck Grace with passion and skill.

"What do we have here?" Grace's voice said. Caleb looked up to see his wife step behind Bryan and wrap her arms around his muscular torso. "Are you giving my little cuckold cocksucker the pleasure of fluffing you?"

"I certainly am," Bryan said. "And I informed him of our intention to move him to the pool house."

Grace kissed her boyfriend's neck. "How did he take it?"

"He resisted a little," Bryan replied. "That's how he ended up on his knees, though. He needed to be shown who's actually in charge, and that it most definitely isn't him."

Grace looked down at Caleb and smiled. "Bryan's the man of the house now, Caleb. You've never really been the man of the house, but you're certainly not anymore. You don't get to make choices. You do as you're told. You made certain that was going to happen when you begged me to cuckold you, and when you happily accepted every little humiliation that came your way. You showed me exactly what you are, and I think we both know that you're not a man. You're a little bitch, as I've told you countless times. You're clearly a cocksucker. You're obviously a cum slut. You're so many things, but you're not a man, and you don't get any say in how your life plays out from now on."

Bryan shoved his cock to the back of Caleb's throat and added, "Which is why you're going to move to the pool house, you're going to thank us for giving you a space of your own, and you're going to serve us like a good little cuckold and do absolutely everything we desire without question or hesitation."

Neither of them bothered asking if Caleb understood or if he was on board. They clearly didn't care. They'd made the decision and it was expected he would abide by it. They were right not to ask his opinion. Caleb wouldn't argue. He would do as he was told. He knew his place. He understood. He was a cuckold. He was pathetic. He was a humiliation addict. He couldn't help but want more. He wanted to go deeper. He wanted to spend his life bathed in humiliation, and following their every command was a good way to make that happen.

"Do you wanna watch me fuck your wife, cuckold?" Bryan asked as his dick slipped from Caleb's throat.

"Yes, please," Caleb answered.

Grace smiled, stepped out from behind Bryan, and said, "Then you should take my panties off and eat my pussy."

Caleb crawled to his wife, pulled her panties down, and pressed his tongue into her pussy. He looked up at her as she smiled and then leaned over to kiss her boyfriend. Their tongues danced and she stroked Bryan's spit-soaked cock while Caleb spread his saliva over her pussy, ensuring she was nice and wet for the entry of another man's cock.

"I want your dick inside me," Grace said. "I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me while this pathetic little bitch watches."

Bryan took Grace's hand and led her to the kitchen table. He lifted her up, set her down on the table, and slid his cock into her pussy while they kissed. Caleb remained on his knees and watched as his wife once again welcomed another man into her pussy. She kept her legs spread wide enough that Caleb had a good view, too, so he could see the thickness of Bryan's dick stretching Grace's tight cunt and filling her with ease.

"Come here, cuckold," Grace said as she beckoned Caleb closer.

He crawled to his wife and she smiled and ran her fingers over his lips. He opened his mouth and she slipped her fingers inside, penetrating him gleefully as Bryan fucked her with increasing power and speed.

"Fuck his mouth," Grace said. "Make him gag on your cock. Show him that you're the man of the house."

Bryan pulled out of Grace's pussy, turned to Caleb, and replaced her fingers with his big cock. Caleb gagged immediately, but neither Bryan nor Grace cared. They laughed at him as the dick pummeled his face. They humiliated him, and in doing so they gave him pleasure, for Caleb's cock throbbed in its little cage and panties. It throbbed because he was being used as an object, as a toy to be humiliated and abused, and he loved it.

Bryan pulled out, slapped his dick on Caleb's face, and then turned back to Grace. He was inside her a moment later and she wrapped her legs around him as they indulged in a truly wild, wondrous fuck. The pounding was hard and fast and the kitchen filled with their beautiful moans and the sounds of their bodies meeting over and over.

Grace came first, and she came hard. Caleb watched her toes curl as she kicked her legs open, seemingly in a moment of surrender to the overwhelming joy coursing through her. She gripped the edge of the table hard and right as she did, Bryan buried his cock inside her and came, filling her pussy with yet another thick load of sticky, salty cum.

"Clean me," Bryan said the moment he pulled out and turned towards Caleb. "Clean my fucking cock, cuckold."

Caleb took the big dick in his mouth. He sucked the cum and pussy juice from it. He embraced the humiliation of being a cuckold.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Grace asked when Caleb had finished his duty.

"No, I haven't," Caleb answered.

"Good," Grace said as she spread her legs nice and wide. "You can clean my pussy for breakfast. You can eat all of Bryan's hot, delicious cum, and that's all you can eat. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," Caleb said. "Thank you for letting me clean you, for letting me eat his cum out of you."

He was truly grateful and he took the task seriously as he took his place between Grace's legs and went to work. He licked her perfect pussy clean, devouring every drop as she put a hand on the back of his head and moaned.

"That's a good little cum slut," she said. "When you're done, you can make us breakfast and then you can get your ass out to the pool house to start cleaning it up. We want you out of the house as soon as possible."

As strange as it seemed, Caleb couldn't wait to be kicked out of the house. He couldn't wait for his cuckolding to get even more humiliating. He knew he was every bit as pathetic as his wife and her boyfriend thought he was, and he loved it.