The Destruction of a Cuckold - Part 8

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It was the first truly hot day of the year, which usually meant Caleb and Grace would open up the pool and spend the day swimming. They'd typically throw some burgers on the grill and spend as much of the day outside as possible, too. This year was different, though. This year, Caleb was a cuckold, Grace was a hotwife, and Bryan was her boyfriend, which meant that Caleb wasn't the one having fun in the pool with his wife.

Instead, Caleb was inside preparing the burgers and cocktails Grace had requested. He was working on a potato salad, too, because they'd asked that Caleb do what he could to impress them, to show that he was worthy of being kept around as their cuckold.

The changes to his life since they'd last opened up the pool for the summer were dizzying. He'd gone from having a fantasy to seeing that fantasy become reality. He'd gone so deep into that fantasy - and into the humiliation that drove it - that it felt like there was no escape. His marriage was forever changed, and in many ways it seemed that his marriage - as he knew it, at least - was over. It had been replaced by something else entirely, as Caleb now slept in a separate bedroom from his wife while she and her boyfriend spent most nights together in the bed Caleb used to sleep in.

There were times when Caleb struggled with those changes, and yet he knew he'd become something of an addict when it came to the humiliation. Every time he found the strength to try and reclaim some version of his old life, the allure of humiliation pulled him back in. Grace would tell him to get on his knees and suck Bryan's cock like a good cuckold and an intense kind of pleasure would fill his entire body and he'd fall to his knees without issue. Both she and Bryan had taken to regular verbal humiliation, too, almost as if they understood that there was value in keeping Caleb in his place, in feeding him little doses of the thing that he craved more than anything else. Caleb knew it was toxic, and yet he couldn't pull away, he couldn't save himself.

Once the burger patties were shaped, Caleb let them rest on the counter as he turned to making a fresh, summer-y cocktail for his wife and her boyfriend. A bit of muddling of particularly fresh fruit and a mixture of a few types of strong alcohol and Caleb had a delicious drink to pour over ice and bring outside.

As he stepped into the backyard, Caleb saw Bryan and Grace kissing in the pool. She was in a skimpy white thong bikini that she'd sent Caleb out to buy just a few days ago and Bryan's hand was inside it, playing with Grace's perfect, perky breast as she sucked on his tongue. Caleb was also quite certain his wife was stroking her boyfriend's cock under the water. He couldn't help but note that Grace wasn't anywhere near as interested in that kind of fun when they'd opened the pool the year before. They'd shared a few kisses, but the sort of passion that she clearly felt for Bryan was nowhere to be found. That made sense, of course. Bryan was a far superior man than Caleb, after all.

Caleb set the drinks on the shaded table where he'd be serving lunch and turned to head back inside when Grace's voice halted him. "Cuckold, how's the food coming?"

He turned to see his beautiful wife looking towards him with obvious pleasure in her voice. The movement of Bryan's arm made it seem like he was playing with her pussy under the water. "The burgers are resting and the potato salad is cooling. You'll be eating in twenty minutes."

Grace smiled and then closed her eyes and moaned. Caleb stood there and watched another man pleasure his wife in the pool they used to enjoy together. "Why don't you get in the pool?" she suggested.

"Oh, I don't have my swimsuit on," Caleb replied.

Grace reached back to untie her bikini top and pulled it off, exposing her breasts. Bryan then pulled off her bikini bottoms and Grace took off his swimsuit, leaving them both naked in the pool. "Take your clothes off and get in the pool, cuckold," Grace instructed.

Caleb did as his wife desired and soon enough he was in the pool with them. Grace turned to Bryan and pulled him close for a kiss. Her hand moved under the water and she played with his big cock while his fingers once more found their way to her pussy to provide her with the kind of pleasure that made her moan into his mouth.

"Lift me up," Grace said. "Set me on the edge of the pool. I want the cuckold to eat my pussy."

Bryan effortlessly lifted her out of the pool and Grace turned towards Caleb, who now sported an erection of his own after he'd watched just a little underwater foreplay between his wife and her boyfriend.

"Come eat my pussy, cuckold," Grace said. "Think of it as an appetizer."

Caleb floated towards his wife and took his place between her long, lovely legs. She scooted her ass forward just a little so her pussy was right at the edge of the pool and Caleb put his tongue inside her, tasted a little bit of chlorine, and then found her delicious, sweet juices.

"Bryan, would you get our drinks and sit by me?" Grace asked.

Bryan lifted his muscular body out of the water and retrieved their cocktails as Caleb worshiped his wife's pussy. He returned and sat next to her just as she'd requested. They toasted, sipped their drinks, and kissed, all while Caleb ate pussy like he was little more than a toy to be commanded by the beautiful woman he still desperately loved.

"Would you like the cuckold to suck your cock?" Grace asked. "Would you like him to be a good little cocksucker for you?"

Bryan laughed. "You know I would. It's important that Caleb never forget his place, that he understand that he's little more than a fucking cocksucker for us."

Grace grabbed a handful of Caleb's wet hair and pulled back until he was looking up at her. "Did you hear that, cuckold? Do you understand that's what you are? Do you understand that you're nothing more than a cocksucker, that your mouth is to be used for our pleasure?"

"Yes," Caleb answered.

"Then suck his fucking dick," Grace instructed. "Get between his legs and worship his superior cock while we enjoy this lovely drink you made."

Caleb moved between Bryan's legs and took the long, thick cock into his mouth. He blew his wife's boyfriend as he'd now done countless times. He sucked with vigor and passion. He sucked because it was his place, because he knew it was his place, and because it turned him on to do so. The humiliation coursed through his body in an overwhelming fashion. It made him feel alive and he had to resist reaching under the water to masturbate to try and satisfy that desire.

"You know, I was thinking that a chastity cage might be appropriate for the cuckold," Bryan said. "I think it would help him focus even more. If he can't even think about jerking off his energy will be put towards far more useful pursuits."

"Like serving us," Grace replied.

Bryan put a hand on the back of Caleb's head and pushed down until he gagged. "Exactly. Isn't that what a cuckold like Caleb should be doing? Shouldn't his entire life be about that? His dick is utterly worthless anyway, so why bother letting it ever get hard? Why not just lock it up, and then you can control when he gets hard and when he gets to cum."

"You can decide, too," Grace said.

"Yeah?" Bryan asked.

Caleb looked up to see them lean closer and share what stuck him as a genuinely romantic kiss, as if they were bonding over the idea of turning Caleb into even more of a cuckold.

"You're the most important man in my life, Bryan," Grace said. "And it's not even close."

They kissed again, and this time Grace reached up to caress her boyfriend's face in a manner that filled Caleb with jealousy. He felt the humiliation, too, for Grace had just declared that Bryan had ascended to a place of such importance in her life that he deserved some measure of control over her husband and his orgasms. It was yet another sign that Caleb's life stood no chance of returning to what it once was, though he didn't even pretend to offer an internal resistance to that. He was so far gone that he was excited at the idea of Grace and Bryan controlling his cock.

"I suppose you could argue that Caleb's no longer a man," Grace said. "In fact, I think that might be inarguable. At best he's a pathetic excuse for a man. At worst he's nothing more than the little bitch he's always been, the little bitch that finally showed himself once I cuckolded him."

Bryan applied more pressure to the back of Caleb's head, pushing his cock so deep that Caleb could no longer breathe. "No, he's not a man. He's a cuckold. He's a pathetic cuckold. He loves being a cuckold, though, so if you think about it, you're doing the best thing for him by locking up his cock and refusing to let him masturbate like a man would. Hell, you could leave his cock locked up forever and make him masturbate with a vibrator like he's got a clit."

Caleb gasped for air when Bryan finally released his head. He thought for a moment he might pass out, and when he looked up he saw Grace smiling like she found his discomfort amusing.

"We should make it a small chastity cage," Grace said. "The smallest they have. That's exactly what he deserves. To be locked up in a tiny little cage like the worthless cuck that he is."

Caleb's cock was so hard it hurt. He was bathed in humiliation. It coursed through his body. It filled him with lust. He hated that he loved feeling that way, that he wanted more of it, and yet he did. He couldn't help it.

"I'll order one tonight," Bryan said. "Now, I'm getting hungry."

"You heard the man, cuckold, get busy cooking. And don't put your clothes back on. I like it better when you're naked," Grace instructed.

"Of course," Caleb said as he swam towards the stairs, pulled himself out of the pool, and headed back into the house with his stiff cock bouncing in front of him. He knew it might be one of the last erections he experienced for a long while, a fact that put a smile on his face. The allure of humiliation was just too strong to resist.

"How does it feel?" Grace asked.

"Tight. It hurts a little. It's humiliating, too," Caleb answered.

Grace stared at his newly chastised cock - the device had arrived that day - and said, "It should be humiliating. You're such a pathetic excuse for a man that your right to an erection or an orgasm has been taken from you."

Caleb felt a stirring of arousal between his legs and it was quickly followed by the very first hint of the pain he'd experienced in chastity as his cock tried to grow in the exceptionally tight steel cage it was now encased in.

"That turned you on, didn't it?" Grace asked.

"Yes," Caleb answered.

She stepped closer and took his caged cock in her hand. She ran her fingers over the bars and he felt warmth and softness against the little bits of his flesh that poked out. Grace leaned closer and kissed his neck before letting out a soft moan. It was nothing, really, and yet it was enough to arouse Caleb to the point that he felt true pain as his cock was completely defeated in its quest to get even a little bit hard.

"Do you like it?" Grace asked. "Do you like that your little dick is locked up now? Do you like that Bryan and I have total control over your cock?"

"Yes," Caleb admitted. "I...I love it."

Grace smiled. "I thought you would. Bryan was right. A man like you - so not really a man at all - doesn't deserve control over his cock. You don't deserve to decide when you want to masturbate or cum. You don't even deserve to decide when you want to get hard. Now you'll have to earn your orgasms by being a good cuckold."

"I will," Caleb answered.

"I'm sure you will," she said. "You can start by cleaning my bedroom. While you're in there, find a pair of panties from my dirty clothes. Wear them while you clean. Nothing else."

Caleb nodded, walked past his wife, and headed for her bedroom. He rummaged through her dirty clothes and found a pair of black lace panties. It wasn't the first time she'd had him wear her underwear, but it was still humiliating. Of course, that meant pleasure. That meant his cock throbbed painfully in its cage as he pulled the panties up his legs. That meant a constant ache as moving around the bedroom in a pair of his wife's underwear offered a constant sense of humiliation.

"I like your choice of panties, cuckold," Grace said as she stepped into the bedroom with Bryan close behind her. Caleb was nearly finished cleaning by that point and he stood and let his hands rest at his side as they both stared between his legs with smiles on their faces.

"How does it feel to be caged and dressed in panties, cuck?" Bryan asked.

"Good," Caleb answered.

Bryan chuckled. "I'm sure it does, for a man like you, that is. You probably feel comfortable, like you've finally found your place. How about you come over here, get on your knees, and suck dick while your wife and I watch."

Caleb quickly crossed the distance between them, dropped to his knees, and took off Bryan's pants. He had a cock in his mouth a moment later and he sucked voraciously. He welcomed the sense of humiliation that washed over him, for it was that humiliation that he craved more than anything.

"I'll bet his dick hurts in that little cage," Grace said as she unbuttoned Bryan's shirt. "I'll bet sucking a real man's cock turns him on. I'll bet his utterly worthless little dick is trying to get hard in that tiny little prison it now lives in."

Bryan put a hand on the back of Caleb's head and shoved his cock as deep as it could go. Caleb's eyes went wide and watered as he gagged, but Bryan was in control. He was nothing more than a vessel for another man's pleasure in that moment, and he accepted his place.

"Does your little dick hurt, cuck?" Bryan asked as he pulled out and slapped his spit-soaked cock against Caleb's face.

"Yes," he admitted.

"You fucking love it, though, don't you?" Bryan asked.

"Yes," Caleb answered.

Bryan laughed, shoved his cock back into Caleb's mouth, and kissed Grace. Her body seemed to melt into his as their tongues mingled and Caleb felt an ever-increasing ache between his legs as he sucked cock while dressed in his wife's panties.

"Get naked," Bryan said.

"Yeah? Why?" Grace asked playfully.

"Because I'm gonna fuck you while your husband watches," Bryan answered.

"I can't think of a better reason to get naked," she said before stripping off her pretty dress, dropping her panties, and crawling into the bed. Bryan shoved his dick down Caleb's throat one more time and then pulled out and joined Grace.

"Do you want to watch, cuckold?" Grace asked. "Do you want to watch a real man fuck me while your worthless little dick is locked in that cage?"

"Yes," Caleb admitted.

"Find a position you like," Grace said.

Caleb moved to the foot of the bed and watched Bryan's long, thick, bare cock penetrate Grace. He watched his wife's pussy open up for another man - for a superior man - and he heard them both moan. He reached down instinctively to play with his cock and he grabbed it through the panties and stroked a little before realizing he was caged and there would be no direct pleasure.

Instead, Caleb enjoyed a wealth of humiliation as he witnessed Grace's pleasure. It felt different than before. The chastity cage and the panties felt like a deeper confirmation of his place, a place that he knew he couldn't come back from. He was no longer the man Grace had married. He was, in some ways, no longer a man at all, at least in her eyes. Caleb had done nothing to counter that, either. He'd only shown her that he was, in fact, not a man.

Caleb couldn't help but get off on that notion, though. The pleasure of it - of the humiliation - was so intense that he felt his cock dripping precum into the panties while he watched a far superior man have great sex with his wife.

"Cum inside me!" Grace cried out after a long fuck that had filled the bedroom with wild moans.

Bryan came inside her just as she desired, doing so right as Grace climaxed. They kissed afterwards as his dick remained deep inside her. When Bryan pulled out, Caleb crawled into the bed and sucked his big cock clean without being told. He no longer needed to be instructed. He knew his place. He knew it was his job to clean the cock of the man that satisfied his wife. He knew it was his job to clean her pussy, too, and he happily moved between her legs to do so after he'd cleaned Bryan.

"Sit up on your knees, cuckold," Grace said after Caleb had finished cleaning her pussy.

Caleb moved to his knees and she sat up and reached out to cup his locked cock and balls. She smiled and he moaned at her touch, which felt exquisite.

"You're wet," she said upon feeling the precum that had leaked from the tip of his cock. "Just like a girl when she gets turned on. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man."

What she'd said was harsh, but Caleb was certain he saw something like affection in her eyes, like she knew she was saying something that would turn him on.

"You don't deserve to cum," she continued. "But if you keep acting like a good cuckold I'll let you masturbate with a vibrator. I'll let you pleasure this little locked up cock of yours and I'll let you cum in my panties. Does that sound good?"

"Yes," Caleb said.

"Good. Now I'm hungry, and I'm sure Bryan is too. Get to the kitchen and make us dinner," Grace instructed. "Right now. And don't get dressed. Cook in your panties."

"Of course," Caleb replied as he backed out of the bed and headed for the kitchen. His cock still ached in the cage, but he suspected that would be the case for quite some time, and that made him happy