Learn to Serve - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Your wife closed her eyes and purred with pleasure as you massaged her feet. You ran your fingers up her calves, past her knees, and up her thighs, stopping a few inches short of her crotch before you returned all the way to her feet. You knew better than to try and pleasure her without permission, though your dick had already come to life at the thought of being able to touch the pussy you were no longer allowed to fuck.

"Would you like to see my pussy?" she asked, seemingly reading your mind.

"Yes, please," you replied.

Your wife opened her eyes and smiled at you. She studied your face as you continued to rub her feet and then she asked, "It's thrilling to serve me, isn't it?"

You nodded. "I'm grateful that you allow me to serve you. I really am."

Two months had passed since your wife informed you that the structure of your marriage would change, that the presence of a bull in her life had shifted how she thought of you. You'd no longer be permitted to fuck her, for you weren't anywhere near as capable as her bull, and letting you put your cock in her perfect pussy would only be a disappointment for your wife, and she doesn't deserve to feel any disappointment when it comes to sex.

"I know you are," she replied. "And you've done such a good job of showing it." Your wife flashed a soft, seductive smile that thrilled you and then added, "There was a time when I had to ask for a foot rub. Now you do it without being told. There was also a time when you'd try to touch and lick my pussy without asking. Now you understand that you need permission to pleasure me, because now you understand that offering me pleasure of any kind is a privilege, and a man like you must earn the right to that privilege."

You slowly ran your fingers up her calves, past her knees, and up her smooth, supple thighs once more. As you did, your wife smiled and slipped a hand into the pink satin tap shorts she wore almost entirely to tease you, for she knew how much you loved the look of them.

She closed her eyes and masturbated as you rubbed her thighs, denying you the pleasure of both seeing her pussy and being the one to offer her the sexual stimulation she clearly craved. You thought about begging for the chance to remove her shorts and play with her pussy, but your wife was well aware of your desire to help her cum and if she wanted to grant you that pleasure she would do so when she was ready.

She pulled her fingers from her satin shorts and held them up. You stared at her slick flesh as your wife asked, "How do you feel when you think of sucking my bull's cock?"

"Aroused," you answered.

She smiled. Gleefully, in fact. She pulled her feet from your lap, sat up, and then crawled towards you. She rubbed her slick fingers over your lips and then pushed them into your mouth.

"Yeah? It turns you on to think of sucking dick for me?" she asked.

You nodded. You weren't proud of that fact, but it was undeniably true. The moment she asked the question you'd thought of having her bull's cock in your mouth. You thought of all the times you'd blown him on her behalf. You thought of all the orgasms you'd had while doing so. You knew that she was training you to experience pleasure when sucking his cock and you knew it had worked like a charm. Even if you told yourself you shouldn't find it arousing to suck dick, you couldn't help it.

"It turns me on, too," she said softly while pushing her fingers deeper into your mouth. Her lips found their way to your neck and she offered a series of soft, impossibly seductive kisses before adding, "I like that I've turned my cuckold husband into an eager cocksucker. I like that you're so eager to serve me and my bull that your dick gets hard just thinking about it. I like that your cock leaks precum when you take him in your mouth. I like that you're such a good little cocksucker for me, baby. I like that you're quickly becoming a cock whore. A naughty, dirty, filthy little cock whore that gets off on having a real man's dick in your mouth."

Your wife reached between your legs and stroked your cock as she whispered those words into your ears. She filled your body with lust while filling your head with thoughts of service to her and her bull. She penetrated your mouth - with her fingers instead of his cock - and penetrated your brain, luring you into a state of intense desire while reinforcing everything she'd already done to change you into a cuckold cocksucker.

She pulled her fingers from your mouth and wrapped them around your cock, using your saliva to lube your shaft. The sounds of wet stroking filled the air as her lips found yours. Her tongue invaded aggressively and you moaned as she teased the head of your cock, dragging you even deeper into a state of desire.

"Does your cock deserve the pleasure I'm giving it right now?" she asked.

"No," you answered. "Any pleasure you give me while I'm not serving you or your bull is above and beyond what I deserve. It's a gift. It's a gift I treasure."

"And what other gifts do I give you?" she asked.

"You allow me to serve you and your bull," you replied.

She smiled and kissed you again. Her tongue invaded your mouth again. She gripped your shaft tightly and stroked you slowly, paying special attention to the throbbing head of your cock and eliciting a series of beautiful moans as lust engulfed your body.

Then your wife released your cock, got up off the couch, and pointed to the floor at her feet before taking off her lovely little shorts and exposing her pussy. You dropped to your knees in front of her without a moment's hesitation and she smiled before gently running her fingers through your hair and caressing your face.

"You may kiss my pussy," she said.

You leaned in, pursed your lips, and showered your wife's pussy with kisses.

"I enjoyed the show you put on for me last weekend," your wife said with a smile. "I came so much harder than I thought I would."

The 'show' she was referring to was the oral sex you'd offered her bull last weekend. You'd sucked his cock countless times by that point, of course, but what made that particular night different was that he hadn't fucked your wife. He hadn't done much of anything with her outside of a bit of kissing. Instead, she'd made you pleasure him while she masturbated. She'd made you strip him naked and work his cock with your mouth and hands until he rewarded you by cumming in your mouth. She'd played with her pussy the entire time and she'd experienced a massive orgasm while you took his load. She'd let you masturbate, too, though she'd denied you the pleasure of actually cumming.

"I continue to be surprised at how arousing I find your willingness to serve," she continued. "It turns us both on to think of you on your knees for him. To think of you being a willing cock whore because you understand your place, because you've embraced that the only way you can offer me even a hint of sexual pleasure is to serve me and my bull."

"I love to serve you," you said between kisses against her perfect pussy. "I do."

You weren't just telling your wife what she wanted to hear. She'd so thoroughly associated your pleasure with service that you meant every word you'd said.

"And you love to serve him, too, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," you admitted. "I love to serve your bull. I love to serve his cock. I love to serve his balls. I love to serve both of you. I do."

She stepped back and offered her hand. You took it and your wife helped you to your feet. She wrapped her fingers around your stiff cock and led you out of the living room and into your bedroom. She kissed you softly. Her tongue danced with yours as she stroked you a little faster, eliciting a moan and luring you ever closer to an orgasm state.

"Get on your hands and knees in the bed," she said.

You hesitated for a moment as you tried to puzzle out why she'd want you on your hands and knees.

"Now," she demanded.

You crawled into the bed and took the position she'd instructed. Your wife stepped behind you and ran her fingers over your ass cheeks before spreading them. You looked back to see her spit and a moment later you felt the warmth of her saliva against your asshole.

She reached for the nightstand and pulled the drawer open. She removed a shiny silver butt plug. She caught your gaze, smiled, and pressed the tip of the plug against your asshole.

You resisted. Your body tightened at the invasion. Your anus refused to let it inside. Your wife rubbed your lower back and moved the tip of the plug around your asshole.

You closed your eyes. She hadn't said a word, but she didn't need to. You knew what she wanted. You took a deep breath. Relaxation spread through you. The plug slipped inside you. Your asshole had been penetrated. Your wife had filled you.

She moved the plug in and out, stretching your anus over and over. Discomfort mixed with just a hint of pleasure. That pleasure grew the longer she stretched your asshole. Her soft moans and the feel of her delicate fingers moving over your lower back aided your wife in drawing you back to a state of arousal.

"I like that you're not fighting me," she said. "You would have fought me a few months ago. You would have crawled away. You would have begged me not to fuck your ass. You would have felt all sorts of concern about what it meant about your sexuality. You would have felt the inherent humiliation of letting your wife stretch out your tight little asshole."

She was right. Of course she was. What man willingly surrenders his asshole to his wife?

"That was before you became a cocksucker for me though, wasn't it?" she asked with a smile. "That was before you started swallowing so much of my bull's cum. That was before you understood that service is what brings you pleasure."

She slid the plug in your ass and left it there. You looked back to see your wife remove her top, leaving her naked in your bedroom. Then she smiled, turned, and walked away.

"Stay there," she said. "On your hands and knees."

You watched her leave. You wondered where she was going and what she had planned. Why were you on your hands and knees in your bed? Why did you have a plug in your ass?

One possible answer came to mind right away. You pushed the thought out of your head, though. Yes, your wife had made you a cocksucker. She'd had her bull feed you countless loads of cum. She'd had you suck his cock and balls each and every time he came over to fuck her, but surely she wouldn't take that next step.

The doorbell rang. Your wife answered it. She did so without her clothes on, which meant she was welcoming her bull to the house. Your pulse quickened as you remained on your hands and knees in the bed. The unthinkable suddenly seemed inevitable. Your asshole tightened around the plug.

Your wife and her bull stepped into the bedroom. He was already naked. His cock was already hard. It seemed to be slick, too, like she'd already gone down on him.

"Doesn't he look good?" she asked. "On his hands and knees with his ass plugged like a good little whore?"

"He does," her bull replied with a smile.

Your arms trembled. Your heart raced. Your asshole tightened once more. It still seemed impossible that your wife was about to have her bull fuck you.

"Are you ready to serve?" she asked you. "Are you ready to show me that you understand your place?"

You shook your head.

Your wife smiled, gave her bull a soft kiss, and crawled into the bed. She ran her fingers over your ass and up your back. She ran them into your hair and then back down your back. They made their way between your legs and she gripped your half-hard cock and stroked you slowly.

Her lips found the back of your neck and she kissed you softly as your cock quickly reached a fully erect state. "I know you're nervous," she whispered. "I know you're probably scared. I know you think it's going to hurt. I know you're probably wondering how you're going to feel after he fucks you and cums inside you. I know you're probably wondering how I'm going to feel about you after I watch another man cum in your ass."

You nodded.

"You don't need to worry about any of that," she said softly and with a gentle smile. "This isn't all that different from sucking his cock and making him cum in your mouth. This is simply offering a different hole for his pleasure. This is just your way of fully embracing your place, of showing us both that you're willing to serve in every possible way. This is how you show me and my bull that you're willing to do whatever it takes to make us happy."

As she talked, your wife stroked you with such skill that arousal quickly enveloped the entirety of your body. Your legs trembled slightly and when she kissed you, you parted your lips and welcomed her tongue between them. You moaned as she invaded your mouth and when you felt his hand on your ass and his fingers pulling the plug from your asshole, you moaned again. The fear you'd felt had mostly washed away. In its place was desire, desire stoked by your wife's whispered words and skilled hand.

He penetrated you. His fingers slid into your ass. Your wife moaned and stroked you a little faster. "How does it feel to have my husband on his hands and knees for you?" she asked her bull.

"Hotter than I expected," he replied. "It turns out that I really like the idea of fucking your husband in front of you. I like the idea of really putting him in his place while you watch, of taking away whatever remained of his manhood."

Your wife moaned and you felt the head of her bull's cock against your asshole. He applied gentle pressure and you opened up for him. He pushed into you and pulled out immediately. He rubbed the head around your asshole and then spit on it. He pushed inside you again and you closed your eyes as a man slowly took your anal virginity.

"It's okay," your wife said. "The truth is, there wasn't much of your manhood left, was there? After all, you've been a cocksucker for the past two months. You've been taking loads from the man that now fucks your wife instead of you. You've been licking his dick and balls and taint while he fucks me. You've been devouring his thick cum after he gives me a screaming orgasm with the cock that's now in your asshole. Yes, he's taking what remains of your manhood and solidifying your place as my cuckold, but I think we both know that's what you were always destined to be."

You felt his pubic hair against your ass. His cock was buried inside you. Despite the discomfort and humiliation of being fucked, your wife's hand felt wondrous around your dick as she stroked you slowly while her bull began to pull out.

"You won't serve like this often," your wife said, "but I will have him fuck you whenever you forget your place or act as though you deserve anything resembling the sort of pleasure a typical husband enjoys with his wife. You don't deserve that. You never deserved that. Giving it to you was a mistake. You don't fuck me anywhere near as good as he does, so now you're on your hands and knees getting fucked in the ass by a real man."

He pushed into your ass with greater force than the first thrust. He pulled out slowly and filled you in rhythm. He was fucking you. He was no longer merely holding his cock in your ass. You were getting fucked by a man. You were on your hands and knees in the bed you shared with your wife and you were getting fucked by the man that had taken your place in that bed.

"Does it feel good?" she asked.

You shook your head.

"My hand feels good though, doesn't it?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes," you admitted.

"And you're going to cum with a man's cock in your ass," she added. "You're going to feel the ultimate pleasure as he pounds you from behind."

It was true. You knew it was true because she could make it happen. She was in control.

"In fact, you're going to cum as he's cumming in your ass," she said. "You're going to cum like a good little bitch."

He fucked you harder and faster. You gritted your teeth from the pain and humiliation, and yet your cock was alive with pleasure from the way she stroked you.

Your wife leaned against your back and kissed your neck. You felt the soft flesh of her breasts against your skin and her fingers tightened around your cock to deliver greater pleasure.

"I think this is the only way I'll allow you to cum for a few months," she said. "Maybe longer. I think I'll deny you for a while, too. After tonight's orgasm, I'll deny you for weeks. I'll deny you until you're insane with desire, until you're ready to beg me to have my bull fuck your ass so you can have an orgasm. I'll have you begging for cock like some dirty little faggot."

You could hear the lust in her voice. Every word she uttered seemed to turn her on even more. Her desire was infectious. It filled you and made her cock stroking even more arousing.

The thrusts into your ass started to hurt less, too. You got used to his size. Your asshole relaxed. Instead of pain you felt a dull ache and just a hint of pleasure as his cock stimulated the nerves that lined your anus.

You moaned as he fucked you and your wife jerked you off. You felt agony, too, as you considered the idea that you'd be getting fucked any time you wanted an orgasm. It was all so dirty, so humiliating...and yet you were so turned on. You could already feel your brain building the association between pleasure and anal sex. You could feel it and you hated it, and yet you couldn't resist it.

"Beg him to cum in your ass," your wife said. "Beg him to cum in your tight little asshole and I'll give you an orgasm."

He fucked you harder. Your loins were alive with intense pleasure. You were on the verge of an orgasm. You weren't thinking straight.

"Cum in my ass," you said. "Please, cum in my ass. Fucking cum in my ass!"

Your wife kissed your neck, shoulders, and upper back. She moaned like she was the one getting fucked and it turned you on even more.

She timed your orgasm perfectly. You came right as he buried his cock inside you and filled the bedroom with grunts and groans of pleasure. He came in your ass as you came on the sheets beneath you. Your cock pulsed with pleasure as his did the same in your previously virginal asshole.

"That's it," your wife said softly. "Cum like a good boy for me. Cum with his cock in your ass. Cum while you service a real man's pleasure."

Her words wormed their way into your brain as the aftershocks of sexual delight worked their way through you. As your head cleared, though, it was undeniable that you had a cock in your ass, that you'd suffered a fairly intense humiliation and that you were still in the midst of suffering it.

Your wife released your cock and moved until her face was right in front of yours. She smiled and then kissed you softly as he pulled out. Your asshole gaped open for a few moments and then closed up as her tongue slipped into your mouth and she moaned.

"You can get cleaned up in the bathroom," she whispered. "Then he and I are going to shower together. When we're done, you're going to suck his cock until he's ready to fuck me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," you replied.

She smiled, caressed your face, and kissed you once more. Then she walked away and not long after she was kissing her bull.

"Thank you for fucking him," she said.

"Oh, believe me, it was my pleasure," he replied as you crawled out of the bed and headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.

"And you'll do it again when he's ready a few weeks from now?" she asked. "When he begs for it?"

He laughed. "Of course I will. You know I love putting him in his place. You know it's hot for me."

"Me too," she replied.

You looked over your shoulder to see them kissing again. You could see your wife's desire for the man that had just fucked you and cum in your ass. You could see her intense lust.

You felt a surprising sense of happiness as you felt responsible for that lust. Your willingness to serve was responsible for it, at least, and that felt good. That felt really good. Just like it would feel good to suck his cock for her after they'd showered together. It would feel good to serve, because that was your purpose.