My Bull Says - Part 12 (Patreon)

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“Thank you for making the bed, sweetheart,” Jessica said as she stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

“It’s my pleasure,” Joel said.

Jessica smiled and moved closer as she asked, “Did you think about what’s going to happen in our bed tonight while you were making it?”

Joel nodded as she reached out and unzipped his pants. Her fingers slipped inside to play with his locked cock.

“Did you think about my bull sliding his big, beautiful cock into my pussy in our bed? Did you think about your wife cumming on another man’s cock in our bed? Did you think about another man cumming inside me in our bed?” she asked.

Joel groaned as his cock tried in vain to come alive in the cage. “Yes,” he answered. “You know I can’t help it.”

“Especially when you’ve been in chastity for a week,” Jessica added. “That makes it especially hard for you to think about anything other than Grant’s cock satisfying me, doesn’t it?”

Joel nodded.

“You know what I thought about in the shower?” Jessica asked as she unbuttoned Joel’s pants and gently pushed them down.

“What?” he asked.

Jessica slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down too, leaving his lower half dressed only in his cock cage. She reached up and slowly ran her finger over his lower lip and smiled. “I thought about you on your knees in front of Grant. I thought about these pretty lips of yours wrapped around his cock. I thought about my cuckold husband giving my bull a blowjob. I thought about you being a good fluffer for me.”

There was a time when the idea would have horrified Joel, but that time had long since passed. Now, much to his embarrassment, he found it immensely arousing. His cock surged in the chastity cage. His balls tightened. He felt that indescribably beautiful kind of arousal in his loins that made him drip precum.

“Are you going to be a cocksucker tonight?” Jessica asked.

“If Grant wants me to,” Joel answered.

Jessica applied just a touch of pressure to his lower lip and Joel opened his mouth. She slipped two fingers inside and smiled as Joel closed his lips around them and sucked.

“That’s because you’ve learned your place, isn’t it?” she asked. “You’ve finally embraced what it means to be a cuckold, haven’t you?”

Joel nodded.

Jessica pushed her fingers to the back of his throat and he suppressed his gag reflex, eliciting a smile from his wife. “You understand that a cuckold doesn’t argue. He doesn’t disagree. He does what he’s told. He accepts that he’s inferior to his wife’s bull. You accept that, don’t you Joel? You accept that Grant is the superior man, don’t you?”

Joel nodded once again.

Jessica smiled and slipped a third finger into his mouth. She picked up the pace and soon it felt like she was fucking his face.

“That’s why you’re going to suck Grant’s cock tonight. That’s why you’re going to watch him fuck me in our bed. That’s why you’re going to suck his cock clean when he’s done. That’s why you’re going to eat his cum out of me, isn’t it?” she asked.

Joel nodded as Jessica fucked his mouth with her fingers. He gagged a few times but he didn’t once think of turning away. He couldn’t help but stare into his wife’s beautiful eyes and enjoy the way she used his mouth.

“I have a little treat for you,” Jessica said. “Do you want a treat?”

Joel nodded as he imagined his wife ordering him to his knees to taste her pussy. The chance to go down on her would have been a wondrous treat.

Jessica didn’t offer a chance to taste her pussy, though. Instead, she turned and walked towards the dresser. She pulled open the top drawer and Joel felt a rush of excitement. The top drawer is where she kept her underwear. Perhaps she was going to model something new for him.

Jessica pulled a pink lace thong from the drawer and turned towards Joel. She walked to him with a smile on her face and held the panties out. “Take them,” she said.

Joel took the panties and ran his fingers over the soft, sexy material.

“Now put them on,” she said.

Joel moved to fall to his knees to help his wife into the panties she’d picked out, but she stopped him.

“No, honey, the panties are for you. When I said put them on I meant put them on yourself. Pull them up your legs. Pull them nice and snug against your cute little locked up cock,” Jessica instructed.

Joel stood and looked at the panties. “Jessica…what…why would I do that?”

“My bull says a cuckold should always wear panties when a superior man is with his wife. He says it helps the cuckold remember his place. He says wearing panties makes it impossible for a cuckold to claim he’s a man deserving of the pleasure of being inside his wife’s pussy. He says a cuckold should wear panties when his wife is fucking her bull so the cuckold never forgets exactly why his wife has to fuck another man to experience the satisfaction she craves. So, sweetie, will you be a cuckold panty boy for me?” Jessica said.

Joel stared at the panties but he didn’t move to put them on. Jessica stepped closer and reached out to gently caress his balls.

“Joel, honey, you know all of that is true. You know you don’t deserve the pleasure of being inside me. You know that I need a man like Grant to give me the sexual satisfaction I crave. You know I deserve someone so much better than you. I think it’s best for all of us if you accept that wearing panties while I’m with Grant is the right thing to do. Accept your place. Show both of us that you know you’re not a real man, that you’re a chastised, pantied cuckold that sucks cock and eats cum. Show us that you truly know who you are,” she said.

“But…it just…I mean, panties are for women,” Joel said.

Jessica stepped closer, leaned over, and kissed Joel’s neck. “Panties are also for cuckolds like you,” she whispered. “When a real man is in the house you need to be in panties to show that you’re not a real man. Now put them on and I’ll let you get me wet for Grant.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Joel was turned on by his wife’s insistence that he wasn’t a real man. He was aroused by the humiliation, a fact that in turn served to deepen that very humiliation. He knew there was little point in putting up a fight. It wasn’t as if he could take back all the things he’d done that had led his wife to her current view of him. He couldn’t unsuck Grant’s cock. He couldn’t take back all the creampies he’d cleaned.

Joel stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs as Jessica stepped back to watch. A smile spread across her face and it seemed to bring her genuine pleasure to see his cock encased in pink lace.

“The color is absolutely perfect on your adorable little locked up dick,” Jessica said.

She looked at Joel, loosened the towel, and let it fall to the floor, revealing her beautiful naked body.

“On your knees, sweetie,” Jessica said.

Joel fell to his knees and looked up at his wife.

“You look even cuter on your knees. Grant’s right. A cuckold’s place is on his knees,” Jessica added.

She stepped closer, grabbed a handful of Joel’s hair, and pulled him to her pussy. He put his tongue to work as Jessica moaned. He tried his best to get her soaking wet for the sex she would soon be having with her bull.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “That’s a good cuckold panty boy. Get my pussy ready for another man. Get me nice and wet so Grant’s cock can slide into me with ease after you’ve blown him like the cocksucker we both know you are.”

Jessica pushed Joel’s head away after a few minutes of pussy worship. He would have stayed there all night if she’d let him, but of course that wasn’t what she was interested in. Her bull was coming over, after all.

“Leave me,” she said. “I need to get ready for Grant. Greet him at the door in your panties when he arrives.”

“Of course,” Joel said.

It was humiliating, but he’d surrendered to the humiliation and now it was his job to do as he was told. Joel left the bedroom as his wife sat at her makeup table and he busied himself straightening up the living room to make sure it looked inviting for Grant’s arrival. An hour passed before the doorbell rang.

Joel opened the front door and Grant’s eyes immediately moved between his legs. He smiled for a moment and then stepped into the house.

“Where do you belong, cuckold?” Grant asked.

Joel shut the door and sank to his knees. His wife’s bull smiled down at him, making Joel feel impossibly small.

“How does it feel to be in panties?” Grant asked.

“It feels right,” Joel answered.

“I’m sure it does,” Grant replied. “Follow me to the bedroom, but make sure you crawl.”

Grant strode towards the bedroom and Joel followed on his hands and knees as humiliation coursed through his body. It was joined by arousal, though. It was always joined by arousal. That’s why he was locked up. That’s why he was in panties. That’s why he was actually looking forward to sucking Grant’s cock. The humiliation thrilled him in entirely unexpected ways each time he experienced it.

Jessica was waiting in bed in a bra, panties, and stockings when Joel crawled into the bedroom. Grant stood beside the bed as his fingers gently moved over her body, eliciting quiet, satisfied moans.

“He looks good in the panties,” Grant said.

“You were right,” Jessica agreed. “He belongs in panties. It feels so right for him to be in a pair of pretty pink underwear while a real man fucks his wife.” She turned to Joel and smiled. “Don’t you agree, Joel?”

Joel nodded, though he couldn’t quite stare into his wife’s eyes as he did so. It was just a little too humiliating.

“I’d like to see the panty boy suck your cock,” Jessica said as she reached out and unzipped Grant’s slacks. “Would that be okay?”

Grant turned to Joel with a smile on his face. “You hear that, cuckold? Your wife wants to see your lips wrapped around my dick. I guess she doesn’t see you as much of a man anymore, does she?”

“No,” Joel said as he watched Jessica pulled her bull’s cock from his pants.

“Crawl over here,” Grant demanded.

Joel crawled in front of his wife’s bull.

“Beg for it,” Grant said.

For just a moment Joel considered resisting or walking away. He was so fully immersed in humiliation he wasn’t sure he could take any more.

“Do it, honey,” Jessica said. “Beg for the chance to suck a real man’s cock.”

It was the sensual delivery that did it for Joel. His wife had clearly learned what turned him on. She knew how to get him to do whatever she wanted. In this case it was using a lusty tone to tell him to beg for the chance to suck cock, something he never would have contemplated before Grant had entered their life.

“Please, let me suck your cock,” Joel said as he looked up at Grant. “Please let me get you hard so you can fuck my wife. Please let me be a cuckold cocksucker. Please let me show you both that I recognize that I’m no longer a real man, that I’m just a chastised cuckold panty boy. Please, let me suck your cock.”

“You may suck my cock,” Grant said.

Joel wrapped his lips around the big, half-hard cock and sucked for all he was worth. He sucked like a man possessed because he’d embraced being what he was. He sucked cock because that was his place now. He sucked cock while locked in a chastity cage and wearing panties because his wife and her bull had determined that’s what was best for him. He sucked cock because it was his place in the trio his marriage had evolved into.

“Swallow him,” Jessica said as she applied gentle pressure to the back of Joel’s head. “Swallow my bull’s cock. Swallow a real man’s cock and show him that you understand your place. Show him that you want to be a good cocksucker for him. Show him that you want to be a good cuckold.”

Joel did his best to swallow Grant’s cock. He choked and gagged a little, but eventually his nose was pressed into Grant’s pubic hair. He couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t seem to bother anyone. In fact, that seemed to be the point. He was supposed to suffer.

When Jessica released her grip on his head Joel pulled back and spit up. Grant’s cock was rock hard and slick with his saliva and it seemed that the bull was ready to fuck.

“That’s good, cocksucker,” Grant said. “Now stay there and watch me fuck your wife in your bed.”

The joyful look that came over Jessica’s face said so much. Grant really was the man she needed inside her. He really did fuck her better than Joel ever had. He really did provide her with a kind of pleasure she’d never experienced before.

Jessica spread her legs and let out a long, deeply-satisfied moan as Grant slid into her pussy. They kissed as he filled her and let her get used to his cock for a few moments.

“Fuck me,” Jessica said. “Show him how a real man is supposed to fuck his wife. Show him how good you fuck me. Show him why he’s a little panty boy bitch and you’re inside his wife’s pussy.”

Grant did just as Jessica desired and Joel watched it all from his knees. He watched his wife scream in pleasure with someone else’s cock inside her. He watched the two of them connect on a shockingly deep level. He witnessed their passion for each other. All the while his locked cock dripped precum into his panties. He was every bit the cuckold his wife and her bull insisted he was.

Joel’s mind didn’t linger on that, though. Instead, he thought of the creampie he’d get to eat soon enough. He thought of how he’s get to taste his wife’s pussy, to put his tongue inside her, to give her some small measure of pleasure. That was all he could think about as each thrust brought Grant closer to his climax.

It was embarrassing, but Joel had fully surrendered to being his wife’s cuckold. Whatever she and Grant had in store for him, Joel was almost certainly going to embrace it. After all, he was never the man he thought he was. It seemed clear now that he was always just a cuckold in waiting.