by Throne
My initial idea had seemed okay. I wanted to have a three-way with my wife, myself, and a gay man who had occasional straight tendencies. What can I say? I thought it would be exciting to see her done by someone who's not fully straight, because I figured he wouldn't be any long-term threat to our relationship. I understand now that I have a submissive side and, without knowing it, liked the scenario of someone gay -- less manly than me -- sort of 'defeating' me in bed, kind of taking my place. Anyway, that was my plan in the beginning, even if I didn't completely understand my motivations at the time. I discussed it with Kate and she surprised me by taking something that would most likely never have gotten past the fantasy stage, approving it, and even telling me that she knew the perfect stud. I didn't like her use of the term 'stud'. What did she mean by that? She explained that Grant was more of a 'top', the kind of gay man who rules a relationship. He was also BI, and found my slim, long-limbed wife attractive. I thought that maybe her blond, pixie-cut hair added to the appeal. Perhaps he saw her as looking 'boyish'. But he still was drawn to her, for whatever reasons. I began having mild misgivings but brushed them aside.
Our initial encounter showed me that my concerns had been well founded. My first surprise was that he was tall and well developed -- and Black. Grant was not even slightly effeminate, as I had hoped he would be. He dominated the evening. He drove us to a restaurant of his choosing, ordered dinner for my wife and himself and then, almost as an afterthought, for me. With his dark sports coat and confidant swagger, Grant came across as more butch than I was. And, I could see from the bulge in his slacks, was much better hung. We went back to his place, a luxury apartment that showed me he was also my financial superior. While we had drinks, he and Kate talked knowledgably about several topics in which I wasn't well versed. Then we headed for the bedroom. My wife made a point to mention that it way MY fantasy that we were enacting. I felt like I couldn't back out. Grant started to undress her.
He glanced at me and said, "Why don't you undo my pants and help me out of them, short stuff? Just kneel behind me. Oh, but get yourself naked first."
Increasingly uneasy, I nevertheless did what he said. Naked and on my knees, I had my face level with his ass. It was demeaning to be undressing another man while he and my wife whispered to each other, along with exchanging lots of kisses and fondles. She even complimented him on how romantic he was, how much better than me in that department.
When I slid down his shorts her hand went directly to his crotch and she told him, "Looks like there's another area where you're superior to my hubby. Quite a bit superior. It's obviously true what they say about Black men." He pivoted toward me and his flaccid cock, a monster, was in my face.
Before I could say or do anything, Kate moved behind me and put her arms back around him. Then she hugged Grant, pressing herself against him and mashing my face against his thick dark member, which was beginning to stiffen. I tried to wriggle free but she grabbed me by the hair and held me there. What was happening to my fantasy? Grant ground his crotch into my face. Then the two of them shared another deep kiss. The nude couple moved away from me, toward the bed.
Kate gestured for me to join them and said, "You're going to have to get my pussy nice and wet, dear. I'm not used to taking anything so big in there. I'm accustomed to..." She held her thumb and forefinger about three inches apart. "After Grant stretches me out I might not want anything as small as yours ever again."
She laughed to make it sound like a joke. He laughed too. I didn't laugh. It wasn't funny to me. My wife got onto the bed. She stretched out on her back and parted her legs invitingly. I was still on my knees. Grant came returned and clamped his hand on the back of my neck. He made me stand, propelled me to the bed and onto its foot. My wife said something else about how wet I needed to get her so she could take such a huge tool. He was erect and I certainly couldn't contradict her. I wanted to say something, anything, that would make me sound like a less pliant participant. But soon I couldn't speak at all because, at the Black man's prompting, I was busy lapping my wife's slit, getting her juicy for her new BI lover while he lay alongside her and they kissed. He effortlessly pushed me to the floor with one foot and mounted her without saying a word. She moaned as the thick head of his shaft parted her nether lips, and groaned with pleasure as he fed her inch after impressive inch.
She told me, "Baby, rub my feet while Grant makes a new woman of me."
I numbly obeyed, kneeling at the foot of the bed and getting a submissive view of the action, his monster organ pumping her tirelessly. Besides being on the small side, I've always shot off too soon for my wife. Now I was humiliated to see not only how much bigger he was, but also how much longer lasting than me. At the same time, for reasons I didn't comprehend, I had gotten stiff.
Kate couldn't stop telling him how fantastic he was. She kept repeating that what she was getting was so much better than she was used to. In my mind I couldn't stop comparing myself to him. Needless to say, I came out looking pathetic. He rode her happily for over a half hour, his powerful Black body glistening with sweat. He gave her one orgasm, and then continued until, fifteen minutes after that, they finished together. I was going to cease massaging her feet after that, but was afraid my wife would disapprove. She finally let me stop and told me to move alongside the bed, next to her, and then she let me stand up. Her slender fingers went to my erection. My balls were aching from lack of fulfillment. I was the only one who hadn't finished and thought she was going to get me off, even if only by stroking. She did play with my member, but kept her rhythm very slow, so that I couldn't shoot. Instead, she turned her face to Grant for another tender kiss. Next she asked him what I should do to earn the pleasurable handling of my dick that she was giving me. Earn it?
She must have seen the question on my face so she explained, "You can't get me off. Any orgasms you thought you ever gave me, I faked. Grant can make me cum twice before he lets himself explode. So to keep him coming back I want him to tell me what he expects from you."
I was nonplussed. Grant smiled cheerily and said, "I think he should clean up that big mess I left in you, Kate. With his mouth."
Instead of being shocked or repelled, she smiled impishly and told me, "You heard the man --- and I do mean MAN. He's the only guy in the room giving me any pleasure with his cock, so he calls the shots. That miniature thing between your legs is out of a job. Now it's only good for giving me a laugh when I look at it. Get your mouth between my legs and give me another orgasm. At least you can do it that way. If you work hard enough, you might even earn some good-boy points." She stopped rubbing my penis and added, "But don't count on it."
In a daze, I got between her legs and began lapping the domineering Black man's cum from her overfilled pussy. It was awful but somehow being submissive like that got me even more stimulated. I began panting between swallows of his plentiful spunk. They both noticed it. Grant put a hand on my lower back and made small up-and-down motions. Kate ordered me to keep working on her pussy. She was getting aroused again. Grant let his fingers drift downward to my bottom, which he patted and squeezed, even probing between my cheeks with his finger. I hated it but felt like I had to do something to redeem myself in the eyes of my wife, if only by cooperating and making her finish one more time. So I let him continue while I tried to coax a climax from my bride.
But he had already made her finish twice, so it was slow going. I licked and sucked for a quarter hour before she began to mount towards fulfillment. Grant pawed me more freely. I was very upset. I just wanted to finish Kate and put this in the past. But she was already talking about seeing him again. What had I gotten myself into? At last she began to breath hard and squirm her hips. My wife rose toward her peak and then hit it. Grant held my balls, rolling them against his broad palm. Kate took a deep breath and started to relax. As I licked her through a warm afterglow, the Black sex expert gave my butt a playful pinch and then left it alone. His attention shifted back to Kate and, while I kept my tongue slowly moving, he pressed his lips to hers for an unhurried kiss. Later on as her new lover drove us home and dropped us there, they continually murmured affectionate words to each other.
The second date came a week later. Before we went out my wife made it abundantly clear that she expected me to behave and do nothing to displease her new bed mate. She also got in a few more digs about my undersized penis, making me feel less able to defend my marital rights. Our meal went well but when we got to his place he openly stroked my hair and then, as soon as we were all undressed, teased my nipples, which gave me a surprisingly firm erection. My wife even joked that it made my dick appear larger, if only a bit. In the bedroom that commanding Black man involved me more in sex, but always as the compliant member of the trio.
Before the third date my wife surprised me with the news that Grant wanted me to get rid of my body hair. He had even recommended a depilatory that would not only remove everything below my eyebrows, but also keep it from growing back for three months. I wasn't happy about that but Kate was unwilling to compromise. After she sent me to the shower, made me cover myself with the lotion, wait five minutes and rinse it all off, I was quite denuded of hair. My genitals looked even more immature than usual. Grant started phoning her and they would have long chats, full of sex talk and comments about me. There were also plans for the future that they made sure I didn't hear enough of to get a clear idea about. She was always happy when talking to him. He was eager, she told me after one hour-long call, to see me in my new non-hirsute state. That made me uncomfortable but I was in too deep to escape. Then came the evening of date number three.
This time we want to an upscale restaurant. Grant knew the owner. He and Kate had dressed for the place but she hadn't told me where we were going, so my clothes were too casual. Plus, she had gotten me a really dorky sweater vest and insisted I have that on. It was too warm and made me look like ... well, a dork. Then, while the two of them ordered, the Black owner stopped over and schmoozed with Grant. The man appeared to be gay but masculine, like Kate's lover. Before I could place my order, the owner said something about one of the busboys calling out sick and, to my shock, Kate volunteered me to fill in. I tried to say something but everyone acted like this was perfectly normal. And Kate had given me warnings about not spoiling the fun she had been having, so I kept quiet, went to the kitchen, and was given an apron.
The wait staff guys were all gay and effeminate, and more than one hand patted my bottom as I went back and forth to gather dirty plates and cutlery. It was ego-crushing to have to see my wife and the man who had been giving her great sex as they sat there, enjoying their meal, while I performed my lowly tasks and went hungry. Plus, I was unhappily anticipating the unveiling of my newly hairless body. They lingered over their delicious food, had a drink, and still sat there looking into each others' eyes and whispering what I could only assume were sweet words. Then Grant summoned me over with a wave of his hand, gave me the check, and told me to pay it. By the time I had done that they were gone, leaving me to hike to a bus stop and then have to take three different buses before I got home around midnight, still smelling like the restaurant kitchen.
Kate had me strip naked while they sat on the sofa, where they had apparently been for a while. Both of them laughed openly at my hairless body. Then Grant snapped at me to stand in front of him. He ran his hands freely all over me, complimenting my wife about the good job she had done of making me so smooth. Next, the smiling Black man ordered me to put only the sweater back on. It itched. I had to serve them that way, running for drinks and snacks, bare from the waist down. After a while they moved to the bed, half undressed each other, and had a cuddle session, with lots of foreplay, but it didn't lead to sex. It was as if they were letting me know there wasn't any rush, that they were free to do it whenever they pleased. After that I was sent to a cot in the basement while they slept together.
In the morning I was awakened by the sound of them having lively sex. It went on for nearly an hour, the sounds tormenting me. Then Grant stamped his foot on the floor and commanded me to join them. When I did, his big Black hand went around my slender upper arm and squeezed hard enough to hurt me.
He said, "You're going to lick all of my cream out of Kate's pussy. Make her nice and clean down there. Then you're going to do the same for my cock. Right?"
I turned to my wife for help but she just clapped her hands and giggled, saying "Oh, Grant. I can't wait to see you turn my little-dicked hubby into a cock licker."
Grant added, "And maybe more than just a licker. We'll see if his tongue gets me hard again."
Kate snickered at the distraught look on my face. She snapped her fingers imperiously and pointed at her very messy crotch. The entire time I was slurping up Grant's gooey, salty mess from her I was anticipating with dread what came next.
My wife had a small orgasm and said, "He got me off, Grant. Wonder if he'll get to do that for you, too."
I felt queasy as I switched from her to him. His long thick organ was draped across his brown thigh. I opened my mouth and stuck out my unwilling tongue, then gave an experimental lick. I could taste my wife's pussy juice as well as his cum. That generous serving of meat began to stir as I continued to lap it. His heavy balls drew up tightly and he started to get hard. I felt sick but kept going. Soon his monster cock was standing. I tongued it dutifully, even lapping his balls when he told me to, hoping desperately that I could placate him by being servile. He sighed with pleasure and told me to take the knob into my mouth. I gagged but did it. Grant made me swirl my tongue around his corona.
Then he told me, "Start sucking, my little pink-skinned, smooth lover boy."
Kate chuckled and said, "You got hard again so soon. Looks like we're going to get the full show."
He assured her, "Oh yeah. He's really working me. You married a natural-born cock sucker, Kate. Trust me, I can tell. And I've still got a hot load in my balls." To me he said, "Start bobbing your head up and down. Let's see how much you can take in. And how much you still need to learn about swallowing my prick." Utterly shamed, I got half his impressive length in and partway down my throat. I was surprised that I was able to control my gag reflex. He kept me at it for another ten minutes. Then he said, "Go back to just doing the head. I have a cool idea." Then he told Kate, "You stroke my shaft, lover. Nice and slow, so Mister Mouth has a little time to anticipate the feeding he's going to get. When I shoot, with just the head in there, he'll get to feel every ounce of my goo, instead of having it go straight down his throat. I want him to taste it direct from the source instead of just out of your pussy." They laughed.
She told him, "That's perfect. But maybe we should start calling him MISS Mouth." More laughter at my expense. Then she stroked him long and slow until, at last, I felt his organ pulse and then it spurted all over the roof of my mouth several times, emptying his balls.
Kate said, "Don't swallow, Miss Mouth. I want to see that jumbo serving he fed you."
When I was allowed to release his dark cock, I had to part my lips and show her the load I was holding. Some of it ran down the back of my throat and I made a sickened noise that they both found amusing. My saliva mixed with his cum, creating an ever larger puddle. More slipped down my throat. I wanted to cry but managed not to. Finally he gave me permission to gulp down the rest, which only made me feel worse. I blinked back tears of humiliation.
Kate declared, "My husband is officially a cock eater and cum drinker." She chortled nastily. "I'll make sure to remind him of that anytime he tries to make me feel sorry for him and maybe give him some sex or a hand job. No cumming for my rod-gobbling spouse. His tiny dick is going to be so neglected. Hee, hee, heeeee." Then, to my shocked horror, Kate said, "Grant and I have been talking while you were at work. I've had my eye on the owner of your company ever since the holiday party where I met him. Another stunning Black man. And Grant wants to have you all to himself for a while. Or to himself and a few of his buddies."
Grant smiled and said, "After the way you just handled my cock, friends of mine will be lining up for a sample of you."
"Plus," my wife added with a nasty smirk, "Grant wants to make some -- modifications -- to you. I've put out some feelers and it looks like your boss is going to be okay having you work from home, so it won't matter if your looks get changed."
With the taste of the switchable Black man's thick cum still strong in my mouth, I felt utterly helpless to defend myself. I simply hung my head and said, "Yes, Kate. Whatever you say. Anything you and Grant want."
"One more thing," she told me. "With that less-than-grownup dick, and now no body hair, you look like a sissy. So talk like one. Let's hear you speak all soft and breathy."
Modifying my voice the way she wanted, I told her, "Yes, dear. I'll try not to sound... like a man anymore."
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A week later everything had changed. Kate was seeing my Black boss and bragging to me about what a dynamic cock he had and the fantastic sex they were sharing. She also took more stabs at my penile inadequacy. I began to work at home and was scheduled to use two weeks of accrued vacation. I would spend those fourteen days at Grant's place in the country. In a daze, I watched Kate go off on another date with my boss and then Grant arrived with his pal Doc, who was tall and athletic like him, and a shade or two darker. They made me strip naked and Doc felt me all over, deciding that I would be a great specimen for some body alterations. He was a sneering guy with a cruel attitude and just being around him scared me. When I had to get on my knees and give him a long unhurried BJ, he held my head and issued instructions as I was laboring on his enormous member. He especially enjoyed it when I had his cock out of my mouth and lavished it with kisses, lapping, and nuzzling, along with licking his heavy balls. It seemed they could do anything to me, and make me do anything for them. I was terrified.
After he spurted down my throat, he went to his car and got a medical bag. From it he took two small hypodermics and filled them from a pair of bottles. Then Doc proceeded to inject my lips, a little with each shot, over and over. I couldn't see the results but my face felt really strange. Then they walked me, still bare-assed, to their car in the garage and made me climb into the trunk. Doc put a plug into my butt and did something to make it expand, so it couldn't be removed until he wanted it out. The device had been lubed and as soon as it was in, whatever it had been coated with began to burn my sensitive internal tissues. I started to sniffle, the odor of Doc's spunk still on my breath, as the trunk of the car was slammed shut.
At Grant's remote place I felt completely vulnerable -- naked, not even knowing where I was, unable to remove that very uncomfortable plug from my rump. The two Black men marched me inside, not caring that my body was exposed because we were so far from anyone else. When we were in the house, I was led to a mirror and got my first look at what had been done to me. My lips were HUGE, a permanent pucker. Grant laughed at my shocked reaction. Doc had his kit out again and was filling another hypodermic. This time he went after my earlobes, making them swell up so they would wobble every time I moved. He fingered my lips approvingly and said he should have waited until they were done to get his BJ.
"Don't worry," Grant told him. "I'll road test them and let you know how they feel."
Doc toyed with my earlobes and made a joke about making my tongue larger, too. "He wouldn't be able to talk but, hey, who would care when his mouth would make such a snug fit for our cocks."
Grant told him, "Maybe later. We'll have lots of time to mess with him any way we please."
Then they led me through the house to a walk-in closet that was to be my living space. It was lined with pink fabric, like a schoolgirl's jewelry box, and there was a fuzzy dogbed on the floor. There was also a small white and pink dresser, from which they made me take a pair of apricot-colored panties, see-through ones. I had to put them on, startled by the erotic feel as they went up my smooth legs. Along with those there was an oversized hair bow and matching cuffs, in the same hue. Next I was humiliated by having to pose for them, looking bizarre and unmanly, obviously appealing to their prurient desires.
After that I had to lie on the small, oval shaped bed, curled into a ball, as they shut me into my 'luxury suite', as they called the closet. Once the door was locked Grant said, "I'll be having some friends over later. I'm sure you'll be a big hit with them."
I was left to worry about what that would involve, my mind filled with nightmare images of men staring at me, touching me, and making demands. Suddenly I wanted to be back with Kate and felt renewed regret that I had set all this into motion with my misguided fantasy. When they came to get me I was in a state of nervous distraction. Grant added a little red bowtie on an elastic band to my outfit and said I would be serving snacks and drinks. I also had to answer the door as the guests arrived. There were four tall, buff guys. And yes, they were Black as well. All of them eyed me hungrily and complimented Doc on the job he had done.
Right in front of me they discussed other possible alterations, including a penis reduction that would leave me with just the head poking out of my bald crotch. I shuddered at the mental image I got of myself with a nubbin in place of my already small dick. All of them took liberties, squeezing my ass, diddling my receptive nipples, fiddling with my lips, and even sticking their fingers into my mouth. Someone suggested pulling my teeth. Grant said no and made me feel like he was my savior. I was constantly aware of my exposed, smooth, pink body and wished desperately that I could go somewhere and hide, even if it was back to my cramped 'bedroom'.
But they had other plans. Grant announced that he was going to try out my made-over mouth. In front of everyone. I had to kneel before him and free his superior cock. Then I had to give him an unrushed blowjob. He could stay hard on and on, and was able to stand there, chat and sip his mixed drink while I worked to keep him happy without making him finish too soon. But finish he did, pumping a heavy dose down my throat. He declared my lips to be a complete success or, as he put it, SUCK-cess. To my shame I had gotten a stiffy that wouldn't go down. Why did that keep happening? I wasn't gay. They all mocked my immature dick.
A short while later I had to do the same for another stud. This one wanted his balls licked, and even to have them held inside my mouth. The third one taught me how to eat ass, which dragged me down to a new level of disgrace. The fourth insisted that I suck his unwashed toes before I gulped down his spunk. The next demanded that I lick his sweaty armpits for a quarter hour before I gave him his suck job.
At last it was Doc's turn. He told everyone that he didn't want anything special. In fact, he was going to give me a gift. He made me go to the fridge and get an ice pack from the freezer. I had to hold it against my crotch until my unwanted erection subsided. His gift was a chastity tube that enclosed my member and was attached to a ring that fitted snugly around the base of my scrotum and was locked. He licked my nipples and my trapped organ tried to get firm again, but was defeated by the close-fitting device. I moaned with frustration but they all pretended that I was enjoying my torment. Then, at last, Doc got a chance to feel the work he had done on my lips. He fondled my enlarged ear lobes as I knelt before him and sucked him off, while the entire time he kept up a running fantasy about me being a cheap street whore and us being in a dirty alley. By the time he was done, along with all the preceding men, I felt as if I had swallowed a giant milkshake made of sperm.
The rest of the party was less eventful. I had to assume some lewd postures while the joking Black men took pictures with their cell phones, which they promised to post on various sites. Then, as they left, I had to kiss each one's crotch through his pants and thank him for coming -- and for cumming. Utterly demeaned, I at least was left with only Doc and Grant. Doc suggested some more ideas for bod-mods. He told Grant I would look cute with small tits and a round bottom. Grant said that he preferred me like I was, at least for now, a straight man trapped in a sissy-sex-toy body and made to wear girly lingerie. Doc did convince him that I could be a bit softer, which led to a big injection. My body tingled and he assured Grant that over the next few days I would become noticeably but not heavily padded, all over. The medical man also recommended that I be fed extra calories for the best results.
After Doc left, Grant said it was time to head for his bedroom so he could pop my rear-end maidenhead. Did he mean what I thought? Kate hadn't let him take her from behind because he was so huge. But he assured me that he would be gentle, and be certain I had a pillow to bite. He had me remove my panties and then provided cherry scented lube. I had to apply it to my tightness myself, red-faced while he watched approvingly. Then we got onto his king-sized bed and he had me arrange two pillows to drape myself over, a third one in front of me in case I needed to muffle my voice. With my butt accessibly raised, I felt him get into position.
I whimpered my wife's name as he began to enter me. It took several moments for him to slide all of his considerable length into my virgin ass but he did, and then started slowly pumping. I was horrified to find that my penis was trying to erect within the chastity tube. My nuggets throbbed. My rump-hole was stretched and abused painfully. I sobbed like a nubile bride as the Black, bisexual man had his way with me, taking his time and even toying with my hair. As he continued, I felt cared for and appreciated. Where was my fighting spirit? As I tried to order my thoughts he picked up his pace and made me groan out loud. Then he shot his wad and something in my mind surrendered. He had turned me into his bed slave. I was defeated.
For the full two weeks, Grant enjoyed me as much as he pleased, however he liked. He had at least one friend over each day and I had to cater to their individual kinks. Sometimes it was as simple as donning a see-through, baby doll nightie and pretending to be crazed by my need for penetration. At other times it involved bondage, rubber toys, hot peppers, and me begging for their attention, though the latter wasn't pretending. Even though I still didn't want what they were doing, some part of me was aroused by it. I eventually admitted to myself that I had a submissive streak wide enough to drive a tractor-trailer on.
At the end of my 'vacation' I knew I would never regain my old male self-image. Grant, his friends, and my wife could all do with me as they pleased. I would even cooperate, I knew, because of my increasing acceptance of my new status. But he had one more surprise for me. A towering, hirsute man showed up. He wasn't as well exercised as the others had been. Instead he had a big belly and a thick black beard, along with tattoos and piercings. Grant revealed that to be freed from my chastity, and to have any chance of gaining sexual release, which by then I was half mad to experience, I would have to please the newcomer. Repeatedly. What would this stranger want? How low would I have to sink to please him? It was time to find out.
NOT TO BE CONTINUED.
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(Whew. This is a revised version of a story from 2012. It was submitted to and, I think, appeared on a cuckold blog that is now gone. But there's a new webpage from the same source at betaboicuckold.tumblr.com. You should check it out.)
My initial idea had seemed okay. I wanted to have a three-way with my wife, myself, and a gay man who had occasional straight tendencies. What can I say? I thought it would be exciting to see her done by someone who's not fully straight, because I figured he wouldn't be any long-term threat to our relationship. I understand now that I have a submissive side and, without knowing it, liked the scenario of someone gay -- less manly than me -- sort of 'defeating' me in bed, kind of taking my place. Anyway, that was my plan in the beginning, even if I didn't completely understand my motivations at the time. I discussed it with Kate and she surprised me by taking something that would most likely never have gotten past the fantasy stage, approving it, and even telling me that she knew the perfect stud. I didn't like her use of the term 'stud'. What did she mean by that? She explained that Grant was more of a 'top', the kind of gay man who rules a relationship. He was also BI, and found my slim, long-limbed wife attractive. I thought that maybe her blond, pixie-cut hair added to the appeal. Perhaps he saw her as looking 'boyish'. But he still was drawn to her, for whatever reasons. I began having mild misgivings but brushed them aside.
Our initial encounter showed me that my concerns had been well founded. My first surprise was that he was tall and well developed -- and Black. Grant was not even slightly effeminate, as I had hoped he would be. He dominated the evening. He drove us to a restaurant of his choosing, ordered dinner for my wife and himself and then, almost as an afterthought, for me. With his dark sports coat and confidant swagger, Grant came across as more butch than I was. And, I could see from the bulge in his slacks, was much better hung. We went back to his place, a luxury apartment that showed me he was also my financial superior. While we had drinks, he and Kate talked knowledgably about several topics in which I wasn't well versed. Then we headed for the bedroom. My wife made a point to mention that it way MY fantasy that we were enacting. I felt like I couldn't back out. Grant started to undress her.
He glanced at me and said, "Why don't you undo my pants and help me out of them, short stuff? Just kneel behind me. Oh, but get yourself naked first."
Increasingly uneasy, I nevertheless did what he said. Naked and on my knees, I had my face level with his ass. It was demeaning to be undressing another man while he and my wife whispered to each other, along with exchanging lots of kisses and fondles. She even complimented him on how romantic he was, how much better than me in that department.
When I slid down his shorts her hand went directly to his crotch and she told him, "Looks like there's another area where you're superior to my hubby. Quite a bit superior. It's obviously true what they say about Black men." He pivoted toward me and his flaccid cock, a monster, was in my face.
Before I could say or do anything, Kate moved behind me and put her arms back around him. Then she hugged Grant, pressing herself against him and mashing my face against his thick dark member, which was beginning to stiffen. I tried to wriggle free but she grabbed me by the hair and held me there. What was happening to my fantasy? Grant ground his crotch into my face. Then the two of them shared another deep kiss. The nude couple moved away from me, toward the bed.
Kate gestured for me to join them and said, "You're going to have to get my pussy nice and wet, dear. I'm not used to taking anything so big in there. I'm accustomed to..." She held her thumb and forefinger about three inches apart. "After Grant stretches me out I might not want anything as small as yours ever again."
She laughed to make it sound like a joke. He laughed too. I didn't laugh. It wasn't funny to me. My wife got onto the bed. She stretched out on her back and parted her legs invitingly. I was still on my knees. Grant came returned and clamped his hand on the back of my neck. He made me stand, propelled me to the bed and onto its foot. My wife said something else about how wet I needed to get her so she could take such a huge tool. He was erect and I certainly couldn't contradict her. I wanted to say something, anything, that would make me sound like a less pliant participant. But soon I couldn't speak at all because, at the Black man's prompting, I was busy lapping my wife's slit, getting her juicy for her new BI lover while he lay alongside her and they kissed. He effortlessly pushed me to the floor with one foot and mounted her without saying a word. She moaned as the thick head of his shaft parted her nether lips, and groaned with pleasure as he fed her inch after impressive inch.
She told me, "Baby, rub my feet while Grant makes a new woman of me."
I numbly obeyed, kneeling at the foot of the bed and getting a submissive view of the action, his monster organ pumping her tirelessly. Besides being on the small side, I've always shot off too soon for my wife. Now I was humiliated to see not only how much bigger he was, but also how much longer lasting than me. At the same time, for reasons I didn't comprehend, I had gotten stiff.
Kate couldn't stop telling him how fantastic he was. She kept repeating that what she was getting was so much better than she was used to. In my mind I couldn't stop comparing myself to him. Needless to say, I came out looking pathetic. He rode her happily for over a half hour, his powerful Black body glistening with sweat. He gave her one orgasm, and then continued until, fifteen minutes after that, they finished together. I was going to cease massaging her feet after that, but was afraid my wife would disapprove. She finally let me stop and told me to move alongside the bed, next to her, and then she let me stand up. Her slender fingers went to my erection. My balls were aching from lack of fulfillment. I was the only one who hadn't finished and thought she was going to get me off, even if only by stroking. She did play with my member, but kept her rhythm very slow, so that I couldn't shoot. Instead, she turned her face to Grant for another tender kiss. Next she asked him what I should do to earn the pleasurable handling of my dick that she was giving me. Earn it?
She must have seen the question on my face so she explained, "You can't get me off. Any orgasms you thought you ever gave me, I faked. Grant can make me cum twice before he lets himself explode. So to keep him coming back I want him to tell me what he expects from you."
I was nonplussed. Grant smiled cheerily and said, "I think he should clean up that big mess I left in you, Kate. With his mouth."
Instead of being shocked or repelled, she smiled impishly and told me, "You heard the man --- and I do mean MAN. He's the only guy in the room giving me any pleasure with his cock, so he calls the shots. That miniature thing between your legs is out of a job. Now it's only good for giving me a laugh when I look at it. Get your mouth between my legs and give me another orgasm. At least you can do it that way. If you work hard enough, you might even earn some good-boy points." She stopped rubbing my penis and added, "But don't count on it."
In a daze, I got between her legs and began lapping the domineering Black man's cum from her overfilled pussy. It was awful but somehow being submissive like that got me even more stimulated. I began panting between swallows of his plentiful spunk. They both noticed it. Grant put a hand on my lower back and made small up-and-down motions. Kate ordered me to keep working on her pussy. She was getting aroused again. Grant let his fingers drift downward to my bottom, which he patted and squeezed, even probing between my cheeks with his finger. I hated it but felt like I had to do something to redeem myself in the eyes of my wife, if only by cooperating and making her finish one more time. So I let him continue while I tried to coax a climax from my bride.
But he had already made her finish twice, so it was slow going. I licked and sucked for a quarter hour before she began to mount towards fulfillment. Grant pawed me more freely. I was very upset. I just wanted to finish Kate and put this in the past. But she was already talking about seeing him again. What had I gotten myself into? At last she began to breath hard and squirm her hips. My wife rose toward her peak and then hit it. Grant held my balls, rolling them against his broad palm. Kate took a deep breath and started to relax. As I licked her through a warm afterglow, the Black sex expert gave my butt a playful pinch and then left it alone. His attention shifted back to Kate and, while I kept my tongue slowly moving, he pressed his lips to hers for an unhurried kiss. Later on as her new lover drove us home and dropped us there, they continually murmured affectionate words to each other.
The second date came a week later. Before we went out my wife made it abundantly clear that she expected me to behave and do nothing to displease her new bed mate. She also got in a few more digs about my undersized penis, making me feel less able to defend my marital rights. Our meal went well but when we got to his place he openly stroked my hair and then, as soon as we were all undressed, teased my nipples, which gave me a surprisingly firm erection. My wife even joked that it made my dick appear larger, if only a bit. In the bedroom that commanding Black man involved me more in sex, but always as the compliant member of the trio.
Before the third date my wife surprised me with the news that Grant wanted me to get rid of my body hair. He had even recommended a depilatory that would not only remove everything below my eyebrows, but also keep it from growing back for three months. I wasn't happy about that but Kate was unwilling to compromise. After she sent me to the shower, made me cover myself with the lotion, wait five minutes and rinse it all off, I was quite denuded of hair. My genitals looked even more immature than usual. Grant started phoning her and they would have long chats, full of sex talk and comments about me. There were also plans for the future that they made sure I didn't hear enough of to get a clear idea about. She was always happy when talking to him. He was eager, she told me after one hour-long call, to see me in my new non-hirsute state. That made me uncomfortable but I was in too deep to escape. Then came the evening of date number three.
This time we want to an upscale restaurant. Grant knew the owner. He and Kate had dressed for the place but she hadn't told me where we were going, so my clothes were too casual. Plus, she had gotten me a really dorky sweater vest and insisted I have that on. It was too warm and made me look like ... well, a dork. Then, while the two of them ordered, the Black owner stopped over and schmoozed with Grant. The man appeared to be gay but masculine, like Kate's lover. Before I could place my order, the owner said something about one of the busboys calling out sick and, to my shock, Kate volunteered me to fill in. I tried to say something but everyone acted like this was perfectly normal. And Kate had given me warnings about not spoiling the fun she had been having, so I kept quiet, went to the kitchen, and was given an apron.
The wait staff guys were all gay and effeminate, and more than one hand patted my bottom as I went back and forth to gather dirty plates and cutlery. It was ego-crushing to have to see my wife and the man who had been giving her great sex as they sat there, enjoying their meal, while I performed my lowly tasks and went hungry. Plus, I was unhappily anticipating the unveiling of my newly hairless body. They lingered over their delicious food, had a drink, and still sat there looking into each others' eyes and whispering what I could only assume were sweet words. Then Grant summoned me over with a wave of his hand, gave me the check, and told me to pay it. By the time I had done that they were gone, leaving me to hike to a bus stop and then have to take three different buses before I got home around midnight, still smelling like the restaurant kitchen.
Kate had me strip naked while they sat on the sofa, where they had apparently been for a while. Both of them laughed openly at my hairless body. Then Grant snapped at me to stand in front of him. He ran his hands freely all over me, complimenting my wife about the good job she had done of making me so smooth. Next, the smiling Black man ordered me to put only the sweater back on. It itched. I had to serve them that way, running for drinks and snacks, bare from the waist down. After a while they moved to the bed, half undressed each other, and had a cuddle session, with lots of foreplay, but it didn't lead to sex. It was as if they were letting me know there wasn't any rush, that they were free to do it whenever they pleased. After that I was sent to a cot in the basement while they slept together.
In the morning I was awakened by the sound of them having lively sex. It went on for nearly an hour, the sounds tormenting me. Then Grant stamped his foot on the floor and commanded me to join them. When I did, his big Black hand went around my slender upper arm and squeezed hard enough to hurt me.
He said, "You're going to lick all of my cream out of Kate's pussy. Make her nice and clean down there. Then you're going to do the same for my cock. Right?"
I turned to my wife for help but she just clapped her hands and giggled, saying "Oh, Grant. I can't wait to see you turn my little-dicked hubby into a cock licker."
Grant added, "And maybe more than just a licker. We'll see if his tongue gets me hard again."
Kate snickered at the distraught look on my face. She snapped her fingers imperiously and pointed at her very messy crotch. The entire time I was slurping up Grant's gooey, salty mess from her I was anticipating with dread what came next.
My wife had a small orgasm and said, "He got me off, Grant. Wonder if he'll get to do that for you, too."
I felt queasy as I switched from her to him. His long thick organ was draped across his brown thigh. I opened my mouth and stuck out my unwilling tongue, then gave an experimental lick. I could taste my wife's pussy juice as well as his cum. That generous serving of meat began to stir as I continued to lap it. His heavy balls drew up tightly and he started to get hard. I felt sick but kept going. Soon his monster cock was standing. I tongued it dutifully, even lapping his balls when he told me to, hoping desperately that I could placate him by being servile. He sighed with pleasure and told me to take the knob into my mouth. I gagged but did it. Grant made me swirl my tongue around his corona.
Then he told me, "Start sucking, my little pink-skinned, smooth lover boy."
Kate chuckled and said, "You got hard again so soon. Looks like we're going to get the full show."
He assured her, "Oh yeah. He's really working me. You married a natural-born cock sucker, Kate. Trust me, I can tell. And I've still got a hot load in my balls." To me he said, "Start bobbing your head up and down. Let's see how much you can take in. And how much you still need to learn about swallowing my prick." Utterly shamed, I got half his impressive length in and partway down my throat. I was surprised that I was able to control my gag reflex. He kept me at it for another ten minutes. Then he said, "Go back to just doing the head. I have a cool idea." Then he told Kate, "You stroke my shaft, lover. Nice and slow, so Mister Mouth has a little time to anticipate the feeding he's going to get. When I shoot, with just the head in there, he'll get to feel every ounce of my goo, instead of having it go straight down his throat. I want him to taste it direct from the source instead of just out of your pussy." They laughed.
She told him, "That's perfect. But maybe we should start calling him MISS Mouth." More laughter at my expense. Then she stroked him long and slow until, at last, I felt his organ pulse and then it spurted all over the roof of my mouth several times, emptying his balls.
Kate said, "Don't swallow, Miss Mouth. I want to see that jumbo serving he fed you."
When I was allowed to release his dark cock, I had to part my lips and show her the load I was holding. Some of it ran down the back of my throat and I made a sickened noise that they both found amusing. My saliva mixed with his cum, creating an ever larger puddle. More slipped down my throat. I wanted to cry but managed not to. Finally he gave me permission to gulp down the rest, which only made me feel worse. I blinked back tears of humiliation.
Kate declared, "My husband is officially a cock eater and cum drinker." She chortled nastily. "I'll make sure to remind him of that anytime he tries to make me feel sorry for him and maybe give him some sex or a hand job. No cumming for my rod-gobbling spouse. His tiny dick is going to be so neglected. Hee, hee, heeeee." Then, to my shocked horror, Kate said, "Grant and I have been talking while you were at work. I've had my eye on the owner of your company ever since the holiday party where I met him. Another stunning Black man. And Grant wants to have you all to himself for a while. Or to himself and a few of his buddies."
Grant smiled and said, "After the way you just handled my cock, friends of mine will be lining up for a sample of you."
"Plus," my wife added with a nasty smirk, "Grant wants to make some -- modifications -- to you. I've put out some feelers and it looks like your boss is going to be okay having you work from home, so it won't matter if your looks get changed."
With the taste of the switchable Black man's thick cum still strong in my mouth, I felt utterly helpless to defend myself. I simply hung my head and said, "Yes, Kate. Whatever you say. Anything you and Grant want."
"One more thing," she told me. "With that less-than-grownup dick, and now no body hair, you look like a sissy. So talk like one. Let's hear you speak all soft and breathy."
Modifying my voice the way she wanted, I told her, "Yes, dear. I'll try not to sound... like a man anymore."
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A week later everything had changed. Kate was seeing my Black boss and bragging to me about what a dynamic cock he had and the fantastic sex they were sharing. She also took more stabs at my penile inadequacy. I began to work at home and was scheduled to use two weeks of accrued vacation. I would spend those fourteen days at Grant's place in the country. In a daze, I watched Kate go off on another date with my boss and then Grant arrived with his pal Doc, who was tall and athletic like him, and a shade or two darker. They made me strip naked and Doc felt me all over, deciding that I would be a great specimen for some body alterations. He was a sneering guy with a cruel attitude and just being around him scared me. When I had to get on my knees and give him a long unhurried BJ, he held my head and issued instructions as I was laboring on his enormous member. He especially enjoyed it when I had his cock out of my mouth and lavished it with kisses, lapping, and nuzzling, along with licking his heavy balls. It seemed they could do anything to me, and make me do anything for them. I was terrified.
After he spurted down my throat, he went to his car and got a medical bag. From it he took two small hypodermics and filled them from a pair of bottles. Then Doc proceeded to inject my lips, a little with each shot, over and over. I couldn't see the results but my face felt really strange. Then they walked me, still bare-assed, to their car in the garage and made me climb into the trunk. Doc put a plug into my butt and did something to make it expand, so it couldn't be removed until he wanted it out. The device had been lubed and as soon as it was in, whatever it had been coated with began to burn my sensitive internal tissues. I started to sniffle, the odor of Doc's spunk still on my breath, as the trunk of the car was slammed shut.
At Grant's remote place I felt completely vulnerable -- naked, not even knowing where I was, unable to remove that very uncomfortable plug from my rump. The two Black men marched me inside, not caring that my body was exposed because we were so far from anyone else. When we were in the house, I was led to a mirror and got my first look at what had been done to me. My lips were HUGE, a permanent pucker. Grant laughed at my shocked reaction. Doc had his kit out again and was filling another hypodermic. This time he went after my earlobes, making them swell up so they would wobble every time I moved. He fingered my lips approvingly and said he should have waited until they were done to get his BJ.
"Don't worry," Grant told him. "I'll road test them and let you know how they feel."
Doc toyed with my earlobes and made a joke about making my tongue larger, too. "He wouldn't be able to talk but, hey, who would care when his mouth would make such a snug fit for our cocks."
Grant told him, "Maybe later. We'll have lots of time to mess with him any way we please."
Then they led me through the house to a walk-in closet that was to be my living space. It was lined with pink fabric, like a schoolgirl's jewelry box, and there was a fuzzy dogbed on the floor. There was also a small white and pink dresser, from which they made me take a pair of apricot-colored panties, see-through ones. I had to put them on, startled by the erotic feel as they went up my smooth legs. Along with those there was an oversized hair bow and matching cuffs, in the same hue. Next I was humiliated by having to pose for them, looking bizarre and unmanly, obviously appealing to their prurient desires.
After that I had to lie on the small, oval shaped bed, curled into a ball, as they shut me into my 'luxury suite', as they called the closet. Once the door was locked Grant said, "I'll be having some friends over later. I'm sure you'll be a big hit with them."
I was left to worry about what that would involve, my mind filled with nightmare images of men staring at me, touching me, and making demands. Suddenly I wanted to be back with Kate and felt renewed regret that I had set all this into motion with my misguided fantasy. When they came to get me I was in a state of nervous distraction. Grant added a little red bowtie on an elastic band to my outfit and said I would be serving snacks and drinks. I also had to answer the door as the guests arrived. There were four tall, buff guys. And yes, they were Black as well. All of them eyed me hungrily and complimented Doc on the job he had done.
Right in front of me they discussed other possible alterations, including a penis reduction that would leave me with just the head poking out of my bald crotch. I shuddered at the mental image I got of myself with a nubbin in place of my already small dick. All of them took liberties, squeezing my ass, diddling my receptive nipples, fiddling with my lips, and even sticking their fingers into my mouth. Someone suggested pulling my teeth. Grant said no and made me feel like he was my savior. I was constantly aware of my exposed, smooth, pink body and wished desperately that I could go somewhere and hide, even if it was back to my cramped 'bedroom'.
But they had other plans. Grant announced that he was going to try out my made-over mouth. In front of everyone. I had to kneel before him and free his superior cock. Then I had to give him an unrushed blowjob. He could stay hard on and on, and was able to stand there, chat and sip his mixed drink while I worked to keep him happy without making him finish too soon. But finish he did, pumping a heavy dose down my throat. He declared my lips to be a complete success or, as he put it, SUCK-cess. To my shame I had gotten a stiffy that wouldn't go down. Why did that keep happening? I wasn't gay. They all mocked my immature dick.
A short while later I had to do the same for another stud. This one wanted his balls licked, and even to have them held inside my mouth. The third one taught me how to eat ass, which dragged me down to a new level of disgrace. The fourth insisted that I suck his unwashed toes before I gulped down his spunk. The next demanded that I lick his sweaty armpits for a quarter hour before I gave him his suck job.
At last it was Doc's turn. He told everyone that he didn't want anything special. In fact, he was going to give me a gift. He made me go to the fridge and get an ice pack from the freezer. I had to hold it against my crotch until my unwanted erection subsided. His gift was a chastity tube that enclosed my member and was attached to a ring that fitted snugly around the base of my scrotum and was locked. He licked my nipples and my trapped organ tried to get firm again, but was defeated by the close-fitting device. I moaned with frustration but they all pretended that I was enjoying my torment. Then, at last, Doc got a chance to feel the work he had done on my lips. He fondled my enlarged ear lobes as I knelt before him and sucked him off, while the entire time he kept up a running fantasy about me being a cheap street whore and us being in a dirty alley. By the time he was done, along with all the preceding men, I felt as if I had swallowed a giant milkshake made of sperm.
The rest of the party was less eventful. I had to assume some lewd postures while the joking Black men took pictures with their cell phones, which they promised to post on various sites. Then, as they left, I had to kiss each one's crotch through his pants and thank him for coming -- and for cumming. Utterly demeaned, I at least was left with only Doc and Grant. Doc suggested some more ideas for bod-mods. He told Grant I would look cute with small tits and a round bottom. Grant said that he preferred me like I was, at least for now, a straight man trapped in a sissy-sex-toy body and made to wear girly lingerie. Doc did convince him that I could be a bit softer, which led to a big injection. My body tingled and he assured Grant that over the next few days I would become noticeably but not heavily padded, all over. The medical man also recommended that I be fed extra calories for the best results.
After Doc left, Grant said it was time to head for his bedroom so he could pop my rear-end maidenhead. Did he mean what I thought? Kate hadn't let him take her from behind because he was so huge. But he assured me that he would be gentle, and be certain I had a pillow to bite. He had me remove my panties and then provided cherry scented lube. I had to apply it to my tightness myself, red-faced while he watched approvingly. Then we got onto his king-sized bed and he had me arrange two pillows to drape myself over, a third one in front of me in case I needed to muffle my voice. With my butt accessibly raised, I felt him get into position.
I whimpered my wife's name as he began to enter me. It took several moments for him to slide all of his considerable length into my virgin ass but he did, and then started slowly pumping. I was horrified to find that my penis was trying to erect within the chastity tube. My nuggets throbbed. My rump-hole was stretched and abused painfully. I sobbed like a nubile bride as the Black, bisexual man had his way with me, taking his time and even toying with my hair. As he continued, I felt cared for and appreciated. Where was my fighting spirit? As I tried to order my thoughts he picked up his pace and made me groan out loud. Then he shot his wad and something in my mind surrendered. He had turned me into his bed slave. I was defeated.
For the full two weeks, Grant enjoyed me as much as he pleased, however he liked. He had at least one friend over each day and I had to cater to their individual kinks. Sometimes it was as simple as donning a see-through, baby doll nightie and pretending to be crazed by my need for penetration. At other times it involved bondage, rubber toys, hot peppers, and me begging for their attention, though the latter wasn't pretending. Even though I still didn't want what they were doing, some part of me was aroused by it. I eventually admitted to myself that I had a submissive streak wide enough to drive a tractor-trailer on.
At the end of my 'vacation' I knew I would never regain my old male self-image. Grant, his friends, and my wife could all do with me as they pleased. I would even cooperate, I knew, because of my increasing acceptance of my new status. But he had one more surprise for me. A towering, hirsute man showed up. He wasn't as well exercised as the others had been. Instead he had a big belly and a thick black beard, along with tattoos and piercings. Grant revealed that to be freed from my chastity, and to have any chance of gaining sexual release, which by then I was half mad to experience, I would have to please the newcomer. Repeatedly. What would this stranger want? How low would I have to sink to please him? It was time to find out.
NOT TO BE CONTINUED.
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(Whew. This is a revised version of a story from 2012. It was submitted to and, I think, appeared on a cuckold blog that is now gone. But there's a new webpage from the same source at betaboicuckold.tumblr.com. You should check it out.)
