Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story

by J. W. McKenna

  “Sure. Now, I’ve got a present for you.”

  “Yeah?”

  “But first, why don’t you clean that nasty-ass spunk out of her. I don’t want any of your seed to mix with mine.”

  Rick bent down and tongued Liz, sucking out his own semen, mixed with the harsher taste of Darrell. Liz began to respond, making small sounds in her throat that increased in volume the longer he continued. He kept at it, knowing Darrell wouldn’t let him stop until she was satisfied. Finally, she crested into a small orgasm and he pulled away.

  “Good. Now go get my bag from the floor there.”

  He scrambled off the bed and fetched it. Darrell rummaged around inside and pulled out a box. He handed it to Liz and said, “I’ll let you do the honors.”

  Rick was puzzled. What was that – some kind of new jewelry for her? Or him? Her anklet was a constant reminder of his cuckoldry and he expected something similar. When she opened the box, there was a metal device of some sort and her eyes went wide. She looked from it to Rick and over to Darrell.

  “Really?”

  Darrell smiled. “Really.” They both looked at Rick.

  “What?”

  “Climb up here and kneel down.”

  He obeyed, not sure what was going on, but pleased to be allowed on the bed. When he got closer, he could see she was holding a … oh no, he thought.

  “What the hell is that?” he said, but he knew – it was a male chastity belt, this one in the form of a small cage.

  “It’s for you, Rick,” Darrell said. “Just try it on, okay?”

  He shook his head and his wife said, “Just for a minute, honey, so we can see what it looks like.”

  He allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed and he knelt in front of Liz. He didn’t put up much of a fight. It seemed right to do this, at least to try it out. He was already wearing girl’s panties, this was just the next logical step. Liz bent over him and he could feel her shoving his soft cock into the device. He had seen them many times when he had been masturbating to the cuckold sites. He had wondered about what it might be like, to be caged, unable to touch himself or fuck his wife. It had always given him a secret thrill. He allowed her to fasten it closed, pinching the top with her fingers where a padlock would go. It had a strange effect on him. His cock wanted to grow erect, but the device would not let him. Whenever it did, he could feel a row of metal spikes dig into him. It turned him from a man into an “it.” He could feel it working on his mind already.

  It scared him that he liked it so much. “Take it off.”

  “Just a second,” Darrell said and produced a small padlock that he had been holding in his free hand. Before Rick could react, he had moved Liz’s hand aside and locked the device!

  “Hey!”

  “No, not yet. Pull up your red panties and let’s see how you look.”

  “No! I’m not ready for this!” He pulled at the device, which only hurt himself. It would not budge.

  Darrell looked over at Liz. “Told ya.”

  She smiled. “You were right.” She got up.

  Rick watched her reach into the bag and pull out the paddle. “Hey! Don’t–” At that moment, Darrell grabbed his right leg above the knee and pulled him over, exposing his bottom and with his other hand, grabbed the back of Rick’s neck. He struggled but the man’s grip was too strong. Liz stood naked at the side of the bed with the paddle and began to spank him. The first blow was terribly painful. It was quickly followed by several others.

  “Ow! Damnit! Ow! Stop it! Ow!”

  Liz swatted him hard, past the point he could stand it, and soon reduced him to tears. He was sobbing and begging her to stop when Darrell leaned over and whispered, “Will you let Liz keep you in your cock cage for a little while?”

  Darrell seemed to know just how to control him. He had to admit to himself he liked being forced. He nodded his acquiescence.

  “Good boy,” Darrell said and let him go.

  He got up and stared down at himself, trapped in the cage. His soft cock was pointed downward he wondered how this was supposed to work.

  “How am I supposed to pee?”

  They both laughed and Liz said, “Sitting down like a girl, of course.”

  “Pull up your panties and let’s see you,” Darrell said. “I want to see how noticeable it will be.”

  Rick did as he was told, but he couldn’t imagine being locked up in this thing for very long. It didn’t hurt, but … “It feels weird,” he said.

  “You’ll get used to it,” Liz said and returned to the bed to hug Darrell. “God, this has gotten me so horny all of a sudden.”

  “Just be glad we didn’t get the one that required a piercing,” Darrell said.

  Rick shuddered just thinking about that. He stared at the two of them, who suddenly seemed interested only in each other.

  “Hey! Where’s the key?”

  “I’ll hold onto it,” Darrell said.

  Rick knew he’d never get it away from him. “Why not give it to Liz, you know, in case of emergency.” Which he figured would happen as soon as Darrell left.

  “Oh, no, I don’t want you to wheedle her. It’s so unmanly.” Darrell pulled Liz’s head down to his crotch and she instantly opened her mouth to take in his cock.

  Rick felt stupid just standing there with his red panties and his cock trussed up while his wife fucked her boyfriend. “What am I supposed to do now?”

  Pulling away from Darrell’s expanding cock, she said, “Go sweep and mop the kitchen floor. We’ll be out later.”

  “Hey, that’s your job!”

  “Not any more,” Darrell said. “Now git!”

  Rick got. He stood in the kitchen, hearing them making love and wondered about the wisdom of getting involved with Darrell. What had he turned Rick into? What had he turned Liz into? She had been content to make love only to Rick until he had pushed the issue.

  Be careful what you wish for, he thought.

  He got the broom and swept up the dust and debris, his mind in turmoil. Liz was rising to her first orgasm and he knew it would be followed by several more. He found the bucket under the sink and filled it with warm water. Reading the instructions on the side of the cleaning solution, he poured in a capful and mixed it up. He put it on the floor and dipped the sponge mop into it and wrung it out.

  Liz was on her second orgasm now. Rick began to mop.

  By the time he was finished, Liz had gone quiet. But he had counted four orgasms, each one loud enough to cause his poor cock to strain against its cage. When it did, the spikes would dig into his cock, causing pain. It would bulge and suddenly give up, only to wait for the next one when it would try again. He was frustrated and exhausted – and very, very horny. But somehow, despite everything, he felt a strange sense of contentment.

  Liz stumbled out in her robe, her hair disheveled, that well-fucked look on her face. When she spotted Rick, she smiled. “Oh, the floor looks great, Rickie.”

  Rickie? That was new. “It’s still wet, so you shouldn’t walk on it.”

  “I think you deserve a reward.” She leaned against the wall and opened her robe. She was naked underneath and her pussy was red and dripping juices. Rick didn’t hesitate – he was so horny, sucking on his wife’s pussy seemed a lot better than nothing. He was soon attached, licking and sucking her, tasting Darrell while hoping to bring her to another orgasm.

  He was still working at her when Darrell walked in. He tried to stop, but Liz grabbed his head and said, “Not yet.” He was made to continue licking her until she shuddered with a small orgasm and pushed him away.

  “That wasn’t bad. I’m just too fucked out to enjoy it,” she told him.

  “Why don’t you make us some breakfast,” Darrell said to him.

  Rick knew better than to refuse. His bottom still hurt. “What do you guys want?”

  Darrell turned to Liz. “Eggs? Bacon? Toast?”

  She nodded.

  “Go for it, faggot,” Darrell told him.
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  “I think I’ll jump in the shower while he’s cooking, Bull.”

  Rick hated to hear her use that name. But it was accurate.

  “I think he needs a frilly apron. You got one of those?”

  Liz’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! I hardly ever use it. His mother gave it to me as a wedding present. I thought it was a joke at first.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Rick watched as she went into the kitchen, checking first to make sure the floor was dry. She found the apron in a bottom drawer and brought it out. Rick made a face but didn’t object when she handed it to him. It was a white apron with frilly edges and pockets in the front. He put it on while Darrell watched.

  “Perfect,” his tormentor said.

  He went in to cook while Liz took a shower. Darrell watched him for a couple of minutes before telling him, “I think I’m going to join Liz in the shower. You keep working, ya hear?” He disappeared down the hall.

  When they returned thirty minutes later, he had breakfast all laid out for them. They ate while he stood nearby, refilling their coffee cups. Darrell wouldn’t let him take off the apron and once reached around to pat his pantied bottom, making Rick feel like a fool, and yet, his cock kept swelling against its cage.

  He didn’t want to let them know he was secretly enjoying this abuse. It seemed unmanly. He still thought of himself as a man. “Look, how long is this going to go on?” he asked.

  Both Liz and Darrell stopped and seemed puzzled. “Why, until we’re done being with each other,” he said.

  “No, I mean, how long are you gonna keep me locked up like this?”

  “Oh, that. Hmm. I read something about that on the Internet,” Darrell said. “For best results, your cuckold should be kept locked up for three months. That sound about right, hon?”

  Rick was surprised. Three months? We’re they serious? “Fuck that,” he said. “I’ll just cut the padlock!”

  “If you do, you’d be whipped so hard you won’t sit down for a week. And then I’d just lock you back up for six months. No, you have to learn that your little dick is worthless and it’s best to keep it hidden away. Besides, I know your wife would rather you sucked her than fucked her.”

  Liz nodded and smiled. “I like the idea of Rickie giving me an orgasm every morning before he goes to work – I mean, on those days you aren’t here, Bull.”

  “Of course. Train his tongue to replace his cock. They’re both about the same length, aren’t they?”

  Rick felt humiliated all over again. Outwardly, he acted like it was the worst punishment in the world, but inside, he was a mixture of emotions. Part of him liked being treated this way. He couldn’t explain it, any more than he could explain why reading about cuckoldry had interested him all those years. He supposed that having a small cock forced him to live vicariously through other men, at first online and now, with Darrell. He could pretend it was his cock fucking his wife. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but he didn’t expect anyone to understand it.

  There was more to it, he realized. He suspected he had always been a submissive man. He had covered it well growing up, yet it remained part of him. He suspected he married Liz not only because she was beautiful, but also because she could be bossy at times. Like now.

  “I’m going to go get dressed,” he said.

  Darrell turned to Liz. “Why don’t you help him pick out an outfit?”

  She grinned. “You mean…”

  “Yeah. Something frilly.”

  “I want to wear my own clothes!” he said with sudden heat.

  Darrell’s face darkened. “Look, boy, you’re lucky you get to live with Liz now. If I wanted, I could take her over to my house. My brother and I could use a live-in slut.”

  Liz’s mouth dropped open and she stared at Darrell. Was he kidding? Rick decided not to find out.

  “Why would you make me wear something like that? Isn’t this bad enough?” He waved his hand at his red panties.

  “No. We won’t take you outside, so relax,” Darrell said. “I just think it will help reinforce your new position.”

  Rick nodded, thinking about his poor cock. “If I do what you ask, can I get the key back in time for work Monday?”

  Darrell thought about that for a moment. “No,” he said.

  Rick’s heart fell.

  “Go with hubby and find him something that makes him look like a sissy boy.”

  Liz got up and took his hand and led him down the hall. She made him sit on the bed in his red panties while she rummaged through her closet. She found white stockings, a white skirt, about knee length on her, but considerably shorter on him and a pink blouse. He shook his head until she threatened to bring Darrell in, so he put on the outfit. The stockings made his dick hard in the cage, which embarrassed him. The skirt fit fine, but the blouse was a bit tight and the buttons strained in front.

  She made him parade into the living room so Darrell could humiliate him. He delighted in pointing out what a sissy he was and how he didn’t deserve a woman like Liz.

  “But those hairy legs have got to go,” he pointed out to Liz.

  “You’re right! They don’t look sexy at all.”

  “Rickie, I want you to shave your legs. Liz and I are going out for a while.”

  Liz gave him a list of household chores to do while they were gone.

  He tried to object, but Darrell laid down the law. “If everything on this list isn’t done, we will take turns spanking your bottom.”

  “You be good now, Rickie,” Liz said. He understood now why she called him that – it further eroded his manhood. He felt like a little boy with a useless dick.

  They soon left and Rick groused around for a while before he started to do the chores. It irked him that not only was he expected to go to work and bring home all the money, but now he was being forced to do Liz’s chores too! What was she bringing to the show? Other than fucking her bull in front of him.

  Was that enough of a reason?

  He finished around three and went in to shower. He stared at his hairy legs and thought about what he was about to do. He could refuse. Let them spank him. He could take it. He found himself reaching for the shaving cream a moment later and he meekly shaved each leg, only nicking himself twice. When he was done and he had rinsed off, his legs look positively girly.

  Rick dried off and went in to lie down. He slept, only to be woken by their arrival home. He hurried to pull on some panties and went out to greet them.

  “Ohh, much better,” Liz said, running her hands over his smooth legs. It made his cock strain in the cage. “What do you think, honey?” She looked to Darrell for approval.

  “I think we need to see them in stockings.”

  “Yes! Go put them on.”

  Rick went into the bedroom and found the white stockings and rolled them up over his legs. When he looked down, he was amazed at how good his legs looked now that they had been shaved. This was even better than wearing Liz’s panties! He tried to hide his excitement when he returned to the living room.

  “Ohh, baby, you look sexy!” Liz exclaimed.

  Rick just nodded and allowed the humiliation to wash over him.

  “How about the rest of the chores?”

  “All done.”

  “Good, now go start dinner.”

  Rick trudged to the kitchen and put on his frilly apron without being asked. He could hear them out there, having drinks and talking. They didn’t tell him where they had been and he didn’t ask. He was afraid of what he might find out.

  After dinner, they watched TV like a normal family, except that the husband was dressed like a girl and the wife was sitting on the couch being fondled by her lover. When it was time for bed, they sent Rick to the guest room and went to bed. He took off all his clothes except for his panties and tried to sleep, listening to them fucking in the room that used to be his.

  Chapter Seven

  Darrell and Liz seemed to enjoy tormenting him. Rick had woken to silence in their maste
r bedroom – already he had begun to think of it as theirs – and it has surprised him. He would have expected Darrell to be having a morning fuck. Maybe they were just worn out.

  Then he heard over the baby monitor, “Rickie! Get in here!”

  Darrell’s voice was a command and Rick jumped up, found his robe and went into the other bedroom. He still had on his red panties from yesterday and his cock throbbed at the thought of being in the same room with them. They were still in bed, naked, covers pulled up. Liz seemed small compared to the big man.

  “Take that robe off,” Darrell ordered and Rick dropped it.

  “Keep those panties on for a bit longer. You can change after you shower.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, Bull – I want you to call me by my nickname.”

  “Okay, Bull.” Rick suppressed a shudder.

  “I know you got into this whole cuckold lifestyle because you have a small dick,” he continued, making Rick feel like shit, “and because you like to live vicariously through me when it comes to putting the meat to your wife and making her come.”

  Rick said nothing and Darrell added, “Right?”

  He was forced to nod. “Uh, yeah.”

  “So, I’ve decided I’m going to let you watch this morning.”

  His face lit up. “Really?”

  Darrell laughed. “Yeah. But I want your face in here close, okay? I want you to see how a real man’s dick works.”

  The words elated Rick and he came right by the bed and knelt down. Darrell said, “First, fetch me my bag,” and Rick obeyed, eager to see what toys he was going to use on Liz next. He was disappointed to see the man pull out a cable tie and order him to turn around.

  “Is this really necessary?” he asked even as he turned and presented his wrists to him.

  “Yes. I want you to feel helpless. But also because I don’t want you touching your wife. I’m staking my claim to her entire body now. You’re too puny and weak to touch her.”

  * * *

  When Liz heard those words, it sent a new thrill through her. Rick stared at her with puppy-dog eyes and she just shook her head and rested one of her white hands against Bull’s wide black chest as if to say, Tough shit, sissy boy.