Her Bull Makes the Rules Now (Patreon)

The knock on the door is loud and forceful and it pulls you out of the mild stupor you've been in as you do the most boring part of your work from home job.

You push back from your desk and head for the door expecting to find a package. Instead, you see your wife's bull standing there.

"Hey, Alan," you say. "Melody's not here."

"I know," he replies before stepping inside.

You close the door and turn to see that he's already made his way into the living room. You follow and he sits on the couch, spreads his arms out, and smiles like he owns the place.

"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" he asks.

"Oh, uh, sure, yeah, I guess. Can I get you a drink?" you reply as you wonder if your wife invited her bull to your home because she plans on leaving work early. After all, why else would Alan would be sitting in your living room?

"I'll take a beer," he says.

You haven't really spent time alone with your wife's bull, outside of a few minutes here or there while she finished getting ready for a date. It feels odd to have him in your home without Melody there, and he hasn't given you a hint as to his purpose in coming over, which has you feeling a bit nervous.

"What are you waiting for?" he says with just a touch of annoyance in his voice.

"Sorry," you reply before heading to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge, and popping the top.

You return to the living room and hand it to Alan. He tips the bottle back, takes a long sip, and smiles as he surveys the room without saying a word. It feels strange to sit next to him on the couch, so you stand in the middle of the room with your hands at your sides. That feels a bit strange, too, but you're not sure what else to do.

"I don't mean to be rude," you say, "but Melody didn't mention anything about you coming over and it's not really clear to me why you're here."

Alan smiles and takes another sip of the beer you fetched for him. "It's an odd relationship we have, isn't it?" he asks. "You're married to Melody, but I fuck her far more often than you do. I make her cum a great deal harder than you do. I satisfy her in a far more thorough manner than you've ever been able to manage."

You nod, for every word he's said is true.

"In many ways, I occupy the role traditionally reserved for a husband, at least in terms of your wife's sexual satisfaction," he continues. "While you, in turn, occupy the role of a voyeur and occasional participant. You watch your wife suck my cock. You watch me get her wet. Sometimes you crawl between her legs to prepare her pussy before I fuck her. You watch me fuck her. You watch me make her cum. You watch as she does the same for me."

"Yes, I do," you say.

"And it seems that we're all quite happy with the arrangement, aren't we?" Alan asks.

"Yes," you admit.

"I agree, for the most part," he says with a smile. "Except I find myself feeling a bit greedy. I can't help but want more. From you, specifically."

You're not sure what he means, so you remain silent as you stand in the middle of your living room.

"First, I want you to show me more respect," Alan says. "I want you to show me that you understand that I am, in so many ways, a superior man. Melody already understands that - she rarely lets you fuck her anymore, a surefire sign that she's found a superior man - and I think it's time for you to demonstrate that you understand that."

You feel a little uncomfortable with the direction Alan seems eager to take things, and yet you recognize the telltale signs of excitement in your body. Your heart is beating a little faster. Your loins are tingling just a little. You feel a different kind of energy moving through you.

"How...how can I show you more respect?" you ask.

"You can begin by calling me sir," Alan says. "That's a simple, effective way of showing respect to your superior. Do you think that's something you can do, cuck?"

You see the excitement on his face and in his eyes. You've seen it before, though it's usually reserved for when your wife is about to go down on him or when he's about to fuck her.

"Ye...yes," you begin to say before your voice falters. Part of you wants to resist what Alan clearly desires, but there's a part of you that feels a deep desire to surrender.

"Say it," he insists.

You take a deep breath. "Yes, sir, I can do that. I can show you that respect, sir." Your balls tingle with desire. Excitement rushes through your body. It's humiliating, and yet that humiliation brings with it an unexpected wealth of pleasure.

"Very good," Alan replies. "As a further sign of respect, you will call or text me for permission any time you want to fuck your wife. You will do so because you recognize that her pussy belongs to me now because I'm the one that actually satisfies her. You will respect that I get to decide if you're allowed inside her, if you're allowed to enjoy the pleasure of her pussy, which is truly exquisite."

"I don't...I don't know, sir," you say, though in truth you feel a remarkable level of excitement.

"Yes, you do know, cuck," Alan replies. "You know that I deserve that level of respect. You know that you're not capable of satisfying your wife anywhere near as well as I am, that I make her cum far harder than she's ever cum before. You also know that she won't argue with the idea of you having to ask for permission to fuck her. So, you will accept that you're now required to ask me for permission before you have sex with your wife. Do you understand?"

You nod. "Yes, sir, I understand."

"Furthermore, when you fuck your wife you will wear condoms from here on out," Alan continues. "I will continue to fuck her without protection, of course. As a cuckold, you have no right to cum inside her. That's more pleasure than you deserve. If I give you permission to have sex with your wife, you will do with a layer of latex between you and her pussy, for I've decided that I'm the only one that deserves the pure, perfect pleasure of being inside your wife's hot, wet cunt without protection. You're not worthy of that, cuck."

You wish you weren't so turned on. You are, though. Alan's sudden desire to seize control - and the confidence he's exuding as he does so - has proven thrilling in an unexpected manner. You hate that you're aroused, but there's no denying it. Plus, you're absolutely certain that Melody won't object, which only makes it hotter.

"Yes, sir," you say. "I'll use protection whenever you allow me to fuck my wife."

You're not the only one who's turned on. You can see it in Alan's eyes and body language. You can see it in the slight bulge that's formed in his pants, too.

Alan takes a long swig of his beer and rests it on his knee. He smiles and holds your gaze for a few seconds before saying, "You're going to start cleaning up after I fuck your wife."

"What...how would that work, sir?" you ask.

"You know how it's going to work, cuck," Alan replies. "You know that a man like you uses his tongue to clean his wife's pussy after a superior man has been inside her. You know exactly what I mean. After I'm dong fucking Melody, you're going to crawl between her legs, push your tongue inside her, and lick my cum out of her."

You've seen him cum inside her countless times. You've seen it so often you can close your eyes and picture it, in fact. You've never tasted his cum, though. You've never come close. She's granted you the pleasure of sloppy seconds sex a few times - a pleasure you apparently won't be enjoying anymore - but you've never put your tongue in her. The idea is both disgusting and exciting, and you know exactly what you're supposed to say.

"Yes, sir, I'll clean my wife's pussy after you've cum inside her," you say.

"That's not all you'll clean," Alan replies.

He glances between his legs and your eyes follow. You see the bulge, which has grown. You know what he's talking about. There's no mistaking it.

"I can't, sir," you say. There's no way you can suck his cock clean. "Unless you mean for me to use a towel. I think I could do that."

Alan unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He's not even half hard but it's still impressively long and thick. That's partly why your wife is with him, though. Melody agreed to cuckold you if she could fuck someone with a bigger cock and Alan certainly fits the bill.

"Yes, you can," he says. "And you will. You'll do it without complaint, too. You'll crawl between my legs and you'll take my cock in your mouth. You'll suck the cum and pussy juices off of it. You'll lick it clean. You'll suck any sweat, cum, and pussy juice off my balls, too."

You shake your head. "I can't, sir."

Alan takes his pants off, leaving him wearing only a t-shirt as he sits on your couch. His soft cock and balls rest against the cushion as he sips his beer. You're not sure of his intention in stripping, but you're firm in your refusal to clean him with your mouth.

"Do you think Melody would miss me, cuck?" he asks. "If I stopped seeing her, I mean. Would she miss me? Would she be disappointed?"

"Yes," you say. "She'd...you've made her life better. She'd be...I think she'd be crushed."

He smiles. "I agree. How do you think she'd feel towards you if I told her that I was breaking up with her because her cuck husband wasn't willing to do what it took to ensure I stuck around?"

You can't believe he'd actually break up with your wife just because you were unwilling to suck his cock clean, and yet you can't be certain he wouldn't. After all, Alan's not the sort of man that would struggle to find another sexual partner. He'd probably have someone lined up in a day or two.

"I think she'd be furious with me, sir," you say. "I think...I think she's gotten used to having you in her life. I think she's come to rely on you for her sexual satisfaction. I think she'd be really angry."

"I agree," Alan replies. "Especially since I'd make it perfectly clear that you're the reason I'm leaving."

"But...but I don't think Melody wants me to suck cock," you say. "I don't think she'd like that."

Alan laughs. "You're wrong about that, cuck. I think your wife would be ecstatic to know that you were willing to do whatever it took to please me. I think she's going to find these changes thoroughly pleasurable. I think she's going to love seeing you eat my cum out of her pussy. I think she's going to love that I'm now in charge of whether or not you get to fuck her. I think she's going to love seeing her cuck husband clean a real man's cock after it's been inside her."

He seems so confident, and yet you struggle to believe that your wife would actually love any of that. It's possible, though. She loves that Alan fucks her. She loves that he fucks her far more often than you do. She loves reminding you that you're a cuckold. She might very well love if you further embraced that.

"I think she's going to love that I'll be using you as my personal cocksucker from time to time," Alan says.

You feel a shiver run down your spine and a tightness in your chest as you watch him smile.

"That's right," he says. "Sometimes you'll simply fluff me before I fuck your wife. Sometimes, though, you're going to suck me off, cuck. When Melody goes away on a business trip or one of those little weekend vacations she takes with her friends, I'm going to use your mouth for my pleasure. I'm going to make you get on your knees and show me that you understand your place, that you're willing to do as ordered."

You shake your head. "Please...sir, don't make me do this."

"You're still calling me sir," he says. "You understand your place, cuck. You understand it innately. You don't even have to think about it. I instructed you and now you've embraced it. You know you're inferior to me. You know you should be doing this. You know I should have put these rules in place months ago. You know all of this is going to happen, that there's no point in resisting. You know what's going to come next, too."

You do. There's a reason he took his cock out. A reason he's half naked on your couch. Of course you know.

"Come over, cuck, and get on your knees," he says.

You hesitate, but you know you'll fold. You know you'll do as you're told. You know it because there's a part of you that's excited. You know it because some part of you actually wants to get on your knees in front of him.

"Yes, sir," you say.

You step towards your wife's bull. You fall to your knees in front of him. You see him smile down at you. You see his cock grow a little.

"You're going to suck my dick, cuck," he says.

"Yes, sir," you reply as dread and excitement course through you in equal parts.

"But first, you're going to ask permission to do so," he instructs. "You're going to convince me that you want to suck my cock."

You look at his dick. You study the plump head and the thick vein running down the top of the shaft. You look at his big balls and his closely-trimmed pubic hair. You can't believe you're about to do as he instructed.

"May I suck your cock, sir?" you ask. You feel lightheaded. Your balls tingle. Your loins tighten with a very particular kind of pleasure driven by humiliation, for there's nothing more humiliating than asking if you can suck the cock of the man that's been fucking your wife for more than six months.

"Do you really want to, cuck?" he asks.

You nod. "Yes, sir. I want to suck your cock. I mean, part of me doesn't. Part of me hates that I'm on my knees right now. But part of me is excited. Really excited. I don't...I don't understand it. But yes, I want to suck your cock, sir."

Alan strokes his cock and you watch his fingers move up and down the shaft. "You don't need to understand it, cuck. I understand it. I know what you are, what kind of man you are, what you crave. All you need to do is follow my rules."

"I will, sir," you say.

"Now suck my cock," he instructs.

You crawl a little closer, lean forward, and take his cock in your mouth. You close your eyes and wrap your lips around the head. You move your tongue over the underside. You suck your cheeks in and Alan moans.

"Your wife has sucked my cock countless times since I first cuckolded you," he says. "She likes it - sometimes she loves it - but I suspect she won't have any trouble ceding some of her cocksucking duties to her cuck husband. I suspect she's going to enjoy watching you blow me, especially if she knows that ultimately you're doing it for her."

His cock is getting harder in your mouth and it feels good. You like knowing that you're actually pleasuring him, that you're capable of making him feel good.

Then you hear the garage door opener whir to life. Melody is home. She must be. You panic at the idea of her seeing you on your knees. You back away. Alan's cock falls from your mouth.

He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls hard, making it impossible for you to escape. "You're not going anywhere, cuck. The rules apply whether your wife is here or not. There's no avoiding what comes next. She's going to see you sucking my dick. She's going to see you being the kind of man we both know you are. There's no need to panic, though. She already knows what kind of man you are. Now get your mouth back on my fucking cock."

"Please...sir," you say.

He pulls your head between his legs. "Do it," he demands.

The garage door opener whirs to life once more. Your wife has pulled into the garage. She's moments away from stepping into the house, from seeing you on your knees between her bull's legs. You know he's right, though. There's no avoiding what's about to happen. Even if you were to delay it, Melody would see his dick in your mouth after they fucked.

So you take him in your mouth once more. You blow your wife's bull and he groans in pleasure. You hear the door open. Your wife is in the house. You hear the sound of her heels on the hardwood floor as she approaches. Her bull moans loudly, no doubt to lure Melody to the living room so she can see what you're doing.

"Well, well," she says. "I guess you were right."

"I was," Alan replies. "He's a good cuckold, which means he's a cocksucker."

You hear a zipper being lowered. Melody must be stripping out of her skirt. You hear her heels slide across the floor. She must have kicked them off. Perhaps Alan was right. Perhaps your wife likes that you're sucking cock.

"Is he going to finish you, or will you fuck me?" she asks.

"You know I can't resist your pussy," Alan replies. "He's going to stay right there on his knees, though, and he's going to suck me clean after I cum inside you."

"And then he'll clean my pussy?" Melody asks with genuine excitement in her voice.

"Yes, he will," Alan says.

Melody must have known. He must have told her about the rules he was implementing. She knew and she agreed. You suspect she didn't even put up a fight. She wanted this. She wanted you on your knees with a mouthful of her bull's dick. She wanted you to clean her pussy. She wanted you to be his personal cocksucker when she was out of town or otherwise unavailable. She wanted all of it or else she would have told Alan not to do it.

"Isn't that right, cuck?" he asks.

"Yes, sir," you say as his stiff, spit-soaked dick falls from your mouth.

You turn and see your wife unbuttoning her blouse as she walks towards you. She tosses it aside, lowers her panties, and smiles at you before straddling her bull and taking his stiff cock into her pussy.

"I've been waiting all day for this," your wife says as she sinks down on his cock and kisses her bull. "You feel so fucking good inside me."

"Suck my balls while she rides me, cuck," he instructs.

"Yes, sir," you reply.

Your wife moans. Her bull does the same thing a moment later. You lean in and suck his balls while they fuck.

Your life has changed. There's no going back now. You're a cocksucker. Soon you'll be a cum eater. You've surrendered to your wife's bull. You've let him take control. Your wife wanted you to do it, too. Everything is different now.

There's a good chance everything will be better, though, and that turns you on.