Cuckold\'s Lament

Cuckold’s Lament

Part One

By DionysusMas

With humble admiration to 4play

I never thought I would ever be found out. It was really just harmless fun in the beginning when I started chatting with other men on the bi/gay websites. I was just curious. I wanted to see how far I could take an online relationship with a dominant gay man. I just wanted to lose myself in the fantasy. Little did I know just how lost I would become after playing with fire for far too long.

It all started when I began an online relationship with a dominant man. I played the submissive little sissy role to the hilt. My online master demanded that I lick his ass and I immediately began typing how enthusiastically I would shove my face into his ass and lick his hole clean. When he wanted me on my knees sucking his cock I was his obedient little slave diligently sucking his rock hard cock to completion. And when my master told me to drink his piss, I opened my mouth like a good little toilet.

It was safe for me because it was not really happening. It was all being typed in a chat log. I was getting off on the hot role play knowing that it would never really interfere with my real life. Until, that is, it did interfere. I was set up from the beginning. My wife found my online history and began reading my chat logs. She took it one step further and began to have a conversation with my master. It turns out the man I had been debasing myself with was not gay but was instead bisexual and loved nothing more than to have his way with married women.

So it was that my wife, Sara, and a man named John began their real life relationship. Sara and I have been married for 20 years. She is what the media calls a cougar. Sara is a beautiful woman with long black hair, bright blue eyes, large yet firm breasts and a fantastic ass. John himself is everything I’m not. He’s physically fit to the point of having a professional athlete’s body. He’s tan, has an immaculate haircut and a face cut from marble like one of those statues of the Greek gods. And he’s got a cock straight out of a porn video. More on that later.

The simple explanation of how it all went south is that they blackmailed me. They gathered up all of my emails and chat logs along with some pictures that John had me take of myself and threatened to show them to my father, my boss, my brothers and even my priest. They had me right where they wanted me and I could do nothing to stop them. At first they only wanted to continue their relationship without my interference. They wanted to make certain that I would not try to end Sara’s and my marriage. It was all about money at first. They didn’t want their cash cow to run dry. You see I’m quite wealthy and Sara had signed a prenup before we married. So, as long as we stayed married she stayed rich and she and John could continue to spend money like drunken sailors.

They soon got bored with just keeping me around for the money and began to torment me. It started with verbal abuse and quickly turned to a lot more. One night they made me watch while they fucked. Then they found it turned them on to have me film them. Another night they had me clean Sara with my mouth after they finished. All the while they took more and more embarrassing photos of me for blackmail.

All this was just a precursor to where I now find myself, staring at John’s impressive cock from only 3 inches away. Told you we’d get back to his cock soon enough. John and Sara had just finished fucking and John’s cock was covered in their combined juices. It was Sara’s idea that I clean it for him. I asked if I should get a warm washcloth and was struck in the back of the head for my stupidity. Sara yelled that I had a mouth and needed to learn how to use it properly. So, here I am staring at my master’s cock getting ready to clean it with my tongue. Sara was sitting on the edge of the bed with the video camera in her hand and a huge smile on her face. John was standing before me like the lord of the manor grinning at my obvious discomfort.

“Start licking, faggot” was the command from my wife of 20 years. I leaned forward and tentatively touched my tongue to the offending appendage and was quickly rewarded with a hard slap to the side of my head. Johns yelled that I needed to be more enthusiastic and struck me again. I quickly threw myself into my task to avoid angering him further. The smell of their sex had been bad enough but the taste was repulsive. His cock was salty and slimy. But, like a good little sissy I took my master’s cock into my mouth and with my tongue cleaned my wife’s and his cum off lovingly. I gagged several times and tears sprang from my eyes but I was determined to finish my job. John stood with his hands on his hips and leered down at me. He demanded that I look at his face the entire time so as to add to my humiliation. Sara was giggling and filming my debasement the entire time.

After what seemed like hours but was only a couple minutes I no longer tasted the salty leavings of their love making and thought my task was finished. I could not have been more wrong. John’s cock began to grow in my mouth and I knew he was becoming aroused by my ministrations. I tried to pull my mouth from his cock but he slapped my head again and said, “Hell no faggot, you started it now you finish it”. I had never sucked a cock before and was terrified at what lie ahead. I knew instinctively not to let my teeth get anywhere the sensitive flesh of my master’s impressive organ so I wrapped my lips around his cock and began a gentle sucking action combined with a forward and back motion with my head. I was mimicking what I had seen in hundreds of pornos.

John’s cock was so big when fully erect that I couldn’t fit the entire length into my mouth. He laughed at this and said he would be nice this time and just let me work on the head. The huge cock was heavy on my tongue and filled my mouth completely. It’s a strange feeling to have such an impressive amount of hot, hard flesh sliding in and out of your mouth like that. I was totally humiliated and wanted to run and hide. What kind of a man willingly drops to his knees and takes another man’s dick into his mouth? Why hadn’t I fought? Why was the thought of their blackmail material enough to drive me to this submissive position?

So many thoughts ran through my mind that I almost missed the change in John’s breathing. I almost missed the subtle signs of his impending orgasm. My mind snapped back to the matter at hand just in time to taste the first shot of hot cum that filled my cheeks and covered my tongue. Shot after shot of his load entered my mouth and I had no choice but to make room by swallowing all he gave me. My wife cheered and clapped as her lover filled my mouth with his salty, slimy cum. Tears ran from my eyes and my entire body began to shake in uncontrolled embarrassment. I had sucked another man’s cock to completion in front of my wife. I was now a cocksucker. I was the lowest form of man. This is what I had been raised to believe and now I found myself on my knees swallowing the remnants of my master’s ejaculate.

I began to cry softly which only made the two lovers above me laugh and jeer. John pushed me over and told me to crawl from the room and to sleep on the couch like I always did these days. I left the room to the sound of their laughter and made my way slowly down the hall wondering at what this new life held for me.

Part 2

I didn’t have to wait long to see what life now held for me as I heard the front door slam announcing two things at once; one that it was morning and I needed to wake up and two that John had returned from his morning run. He walked over to where I lay on the couch and told me he felt generous this morning and didn’t want to wake me when he left. He said this would be the only morning I would be afforded such a luxury as it would now be my job to make breakfast every morning.

He stood with his crotch directly in front of my face while he spoke and I could smell the rank sweat of his hairy balls and enormous prick. He chuckled as he explained another of my new chores. He told me to get on my knees in front of him and to undress him for his morning shower. I hurried to comply as I did not want to anger him. Once on my knees I began to unlace his shoes as he sat down on the couch. I took off his shoes and was at once assaulted with the heavy, sour aroma of his feet. It must have been a long run to build up such a horrible stink. He was smiling as he told me to take off his socks. I did so with great trepidation as I felt I knew what else would be required of me. My guess was accurate as John then told me to clean his feet for him with my tongue. I tried to hide the displeasure in my face as I bent to my task. I began to swipe my tongue across his right foot and gagged slightly at the acrid taste. The smell and taste of this man’s sweaty, nasty feet was making me light headed and I tried to hurry and complete my new morning chore. John was relaxing and reading the paper as I licked and sucked his sweaty feet clean.

After finishing the right foot my face smelled as bad as John’s feet and I felt the heat of embarrassment rising up through my entire body. I went to work on master’s left foot just as my wife walked into the living room. She immediately broke into laughter at the sight of me on my knees paying homage to her new lover. John patted the cushion next to him and Sara settled in to watch my torment. They chatted about me as if I weren’t there at all which was in some way more humiliating than the task at hand. They both agreed that I was a good little bitch and was coming along as a proper sissy slave. When I finished John’s feet he asked Sara which part of his body I should clean next.

My loving wife giggled like a school girl and said, “Your pits of course”. John laughed and raised his left arm just enough for me to wedge my face in and start licking. The two lovers began making out like teenagers while I licked away at master’s hairy armpit. The taste was even worse than his feet but I kept on without complaint. After a while John lifted his arm and released my face. I moved on to the other pit as Sara traded me places on the couch so they could continue their make out session. When I finished my hateful task I sank back to the floor to await my next assignment.

Sara whispered something into master’s ear and they both began laughing hysterically. My master stood up and told me to take his shorts down. I reached up and began to lower his gym shorts slowly. As I did so his cock, now hard from making out with my wife, emerged to fall heavily onto my face. Thinking that cleaning my wife’s lover’s cock was what they had in mind I began to lick the impressive shaft. I was rewarded with a slap in the head and a verbal warning never to anticipate my master’s wishes. Sara commented that I must be a faggot if I was so eager to taste John’s cock again.

As I leaned back to sit on my heels, John slowly turned around so that his hairy ass was just inches from my face. “Get in there and clean my crack out real good”, he said. I just sat there in stunned silence. Of course when this was an online “game” I was more than eager to play along but now, faced with the arduous task ahead I felt I could not go on. I began to protest when master very firmly told me to think about the consequences of disobedience. He didn’t even have to hit me and I slowly moved my face toward his dank ass crack. Sara had moved to the edge of the couch for a better view and stared in fascination at my plight.

I used both hands to spread master’s ass cheeks and began to lick up and down his sweaty, musky crack. The taste was rank and earthy. I tasted sweat and more than a little shit. I tried to block my mind from the horror but I couldn’t ignore what I had become. I was licking clean the ass of the man who was fucking my wife. Licking his dirty ass crack in front of the woman I had married.

I wanted to die. I wanted to crawl away and cry for hours. I began to sob softly into my master’s ass as I worked to get it clean. My wife mocked my tears and laughed at my torment. She called me a fag and a sissy. Called me an asslicker and a cocksucker. Told me I wasn’t even a man any longer and that I would soon be put in my place. I shuddered to think what place could be worse than the one I now found myself in. John commented on how good my face fit into his ass, almost like they were made for each other. He told Sara she had to try this as it was a great feeling to have your ass licked.

I continued with my new job until John could no longer stand the raging hard on he now sported. He pulled my wife to him and had her wrap on leg around his body as he slid his cock into her beautiful pussy. They began to grind against each other slowly while I continued to lick his ass. They stood there fucking and moaning all the while their movements caused master’s ass crack to slide across my face as if he were a dog wiping it on the carpet. I kept my tongue out and it swiped across master’s hole each time he thrust into my wife. Her juices were running down onto my chest and I could smell their lovemaking even above the sweaty odor of John’s humid ass. Their fucking grew more frantic and the lovers fell to the couch and continued with John on top of Sara who now had both legs wrapped around her new man. John yelled for me to get my face back where it belonged and I hurried to comply. It was a struggle to keep up with his manic thrusts but I somehow managed to keep my face tightly wedged into his crack and my tongue shoved up his hole.

He lasted more than twenty minutes and my neck was killing me by the time he finally came. I knew he was about to blow when his ass hole tightened on my tongue. I could feel his load shooting out through the spasms of his ass hole. The two lovers lay like that for a few minutes before John rose up off of my wife and sat his bare ass on the couch. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his crotch and I knew right away what he wanted. I was beyond protest at this point and I began to clean my master’s cock and balls with my tongue. When he was satisfied, John got up and headed for the shower. His last commands were for me to clean my wife and then meet him in the bathroom. Sara smiled down at me as I began the disgusting task of licking her lover’s sperm from her well used pussy. I shuddered to think what horror awaited me in the bathroom with my master.