Emma's Cuck Knows His Place - Part 1 (Patreon)

The hotel room was spotless and the bed perfectly made, leaving Theo very little to do in preparation for the arrival of Emma's bull. He pulled the comforter down by a few feet and folded it back. He collected a towel from the bathroom and set it on the nightstand and he filled the ice bucket to make drinks and in case either his wife or her bull wanted cold water after the first round of sex.

"Is everything as it should be?" Emma called out from the bathroom.

Theo scanned the room to ensure he'd done everything expected of him, nodded to himself, and strode towards the bathroom. He took a moment to admire how good Emma looked in a body-hugging black chemise, black lace top stockings, and a pair of three inch heels that made her legs look impossibly sexy. Her long, wavy dark hair cascaded down her back and she was carefully applying smokey eye makeup that only deepened her sexual appeal.

"It is," Theo answered.

Emma looked towards him and smiled. "Then why are you still dressed, cuck?"

Theo quickly stripped, folded his clothes, and set them in the small suitcase they'd brought for their night of pleasure. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited as Emma finished her eye makeup before turning towards him once more.

"How does the smaller cage feel?" she asked.

Theo looked down at the small plastic cage that encased his cock and felt a gentle stirring of desire. He'd been downgraded from the cage he'd worn for the past six months - with regular releases scheduled - and it was oddly arousing to see his cock shrunk even further by the tight confines of the chastity device.

"It's good," he answered. "It's tight, but not uncomfortable."

Emma smiled, set her makeup on the counter, and stepped out of the bathroom with a gentle sway in her hips. She stopped just short of Theo and reached up to trace her fingers down his arm, over his hip, and between his legs. She cupped his caged cock and his freshly-shaved testicles - she liked him to be smooth on nights where she entertained her bull - before leaning in to kiss his neck.

"I like that it's smaller," she whispered between kisses. "It feels appropriate for a cuck's dick to be locked into the smallest cage possible. It makes it perfectly clear to you, me, and my bull that your cock is useless."

Theo's dick surged in the cage and he felt a deeper ache than his previous chastity device had caused. There was literally no room for growth in the new device, which was Emma's stated intention in buying it. He groaned at the pain, and yet his arousal actually deepened, for there was something so thrilling about being locked away in a tight chastity device that offered no chance for even a hint of an erection.

"Are you going to be good tonight, cuck? Are you going to do your part? Are you going to work to serve me and my bull?" Emma asked.

"Yes," Theo answered as she continued to kiss his neck and cheek while caressing his balls and locked up cock. "I'll serve you and Peter. I will. I'll be a good cuck."

Emma released his caged genitals, stepped back, and smiled before returning to the bathroom. She retrieved a tube of lipstick from her makeup bag, opened the top, and pursed her lips before leaning in.

Theo couldn't help but stare at her ass as the tight, smooth fabric of the chemise stretched around it. The arousal coursing through him deepened and he felt a beautiful ache between his legs. A drop of precum escaped his cock and slowly dripped towards the carpet.

"What do you think?" Emma asked.

Theo pulled his gaze from her ass to admire his wife's lips in the dark shade of lipstick she'd chosen for date night with her bull.

"Do you think Peter will like the color?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," Theo answered. "It's very sexy. So is your eye makeup. And your hair. And your lingerie."

Emma laughed softly, set her lipstick down, and exited the bathroom once more. She was an inch taller than Theo in her heels and he had to crane his neck just a little to meet her gaze as she stepped closer enough that her breasts pressed into his chest.

Emma ran her fingers through his hair and leaned in like she was going to kiss him. Her lips stopped achingly close to Theo's though, and she smiled before saying, "Do you think my bull will enjoy seeing my lips wrapped around his cock?"

"Yes," Theo answered with a gentle nod. "He'll love that, Emma."

She moved a little closer and Theo parted his lips expecting a kiss, but instead Emma turned her head and leaned in until her cheek pressed gently against his. "And do you think he'll enjoy seeing your lips wrapped around his cock?" she whispered.

Her skin was warm and soft against his and he could feel her breath against his ear as she reminded him of his place.

"You are going to warm him up for me, aren't you?" she asked. "You're going to warm us both up, aren't you cuck?"

Theo felt a shiver of pleasure rush down his spine and his legs trembled as Emma caressed his caged cock and teased his balls. "Yes, I'll warm him up. I'll suck his cock. I'll warm you up. I'll eat your pussy. I'll do anything you want, Emma. You know I will."

"Mmm, that's because you're a good cuck," she said. "Because you know your place. Because you know that he fucks me better than you do. Because you know that he likes seeing my husband on his knees with his little dick in a cage."

"Yes, I'm a good cuck," Theo replied. "I am."

Emma's lips were achingly close to his once more. He wanted to kiss her, to welcome her tongue into his mouth, to connect with her. Emma was in control, though, as she was whenever she and her bull were together, so Theo waited.

"Get on your knees," she said.

Theo fell to his knees without hesitation and Emma slipped two fingers into his mouth.

"When Peter gets here, you'll offer to make him a drink. You'll make sure it's exactly as he likes it. After serving him the drink, you'll get on your knees and you'll wait quietly until you're given further instruction. Do you understand?"

Theo nodded as Emma's fingers moved in and out of his mouth. She smiled at his submission and then pulled her fingers free, turned around, and slowly pulled up the back of her chemise, exposing her perfect, smooth ass cheeks.

"Give my asshole a nice kiss," she said.

Theo crawled closer, spread her cheeks, and leaned in. He pressed his lips against his wife's asshole and gave it a kiss.

"Use your tongue," Emma instructed.

Theo's tongue slipped from between his lips and he ran it back and forth over her perfect, tight, puckered asshole. He moaned while doing so because it felt like such a beautiful, simple act of submission.

Emma laughed. "You're such a fucking cuck. Licking my asshole while my bull is on his way up to our hotel room so he can spend the night fucking your wife while you sit there with your dick locked in a little cage."

Theo moaned again. He was a cuck. He loved being a cuck and Emma knew he loved being talked to like that. Though her words would have sounded cruel to anyone else, they were, in fact, an act of love on her part.

Emma stepped away, fixed her chemise, and turned to look down at him. "Did you enjoy licking my asshole, cuck?"

"More than anything," Theo replied as he looked up at his smiling wife. "I love you, Emma."

"I love you too, cuck. Now make sure you answer the door promptly when Peter arrived."

She turned and stepped back into the bathroom. She touched up her lipstick, ran her fingers through her long, shiny hair to make sure it looked perfect, and then turned from side to side as she looked at herself in the mirror, no doubt because she wanted to ensure she looked perfect from every angle.

Emma's timing was impeccable, as someone knocked on the door right as she stepped out of the bathroom. Theo hopped to his feet, looked through the peephole, and saw her bull standing on the other side of the door.

"Hello, cuck," Peter said as Theo opened the door.

"Hey, Peter. Please, come in."

Peter stepped into the room and smiled as he glanced at Theo's locked cock for a split second. Then he turned his attention to Emma, who stepped into view in her lingerie and heels. Peter smiled and his eyes lit up as he took her into his arms for a long, deeply passionate kiss.

Emma's body melted into Peter's as his hands moved up and down her back, grasping her ass in one moment and running his fingers through her hair in the next. Theo watched from the doorway and focused on the intensely arousing sight of another man's tongue moving into his wife's mouth. It was so intimate, so beautiful, so intensely passionate and feelings of jealousy and lust coursed through his body.

"Can I make you a drink?" Theo asked as the kiss ended.

Emma was still in Peter's arms as he looked over his shoulder and said, "Sure. You know what I like, right?"

"Make it two," Emma added.

The room lacked a bar, but Theo had brought the ingredients to make a quick Whiskey drink of the sort that Peter liked, so he set about doing so as Emma took her bull's hand and led him towards the surprisingly comfortable couch in the spacious, elegant hotel room they'd rented for the night.

"I missed you," Emma said. "More than usual, honestly. I always miss you when you leave town."

"I missed you too," Peter replied. "But how could I not? You're so beautiful, Emma. So stunningly beautiful, and so passionate. I'd be an absolute madman if I didn't start missing you the second you left my sight."

Theo looked over his shoulder to see his wife and her bull on the couch. Her legs were crossed and his fingers were moving up and down her outer thigh, caressing her skin through the thin, soft material of her stocking and gently playing with the lace top each time he touched it. Emma looked enthralled with the Peter, with his touch, with his presence.

"You look stunning tonight," Peter said. "This outfit, these stockings, your hair...and your lipstick, too. All of it is perfect, Emma."

"I like to look good for you," she replied with a smile. "You know that."

It was Peter's turn to look enthralled and just a little bit giddy, but what man wouldn't look that way after a beautiful married woman confessed that she liked to look good for him.

Theo finished making their drinks as Peter leaned in for a kiss. Emma moaned and her lips parted as her bull's hand moved under the bottom of her chemise and grasped a handful of her ass. Theo approached with their drinks in his hand and waited as they indulged in their obvious passion for each other, moaning softly and letting their hands roam right up until Peter leaned back with a smile on his face and just a bit of Emma's saliva on his lips.

"Ah, thank you, cuck," Peter said as he reached for the drinks, taking them both and offering one to Emma.

Theo sank to his knees and rested his hands at his sides as they clinked their glasses, toasted to what they knew would be an amazing night, and sipped their drinks.

Theo remained on his knees as his beautiful wife and her bull sipped their drinks and talked. They conversed about Peter's week away on business, about Emma's mild annoyances with the principal at the school where she taught, about the movies Peter had watched on the plane and much more.

Neither of them looked Theo's way as they caught up, instead behaving as if they were a couple on a date. He found it oddly thrilling to be ignored as jealousy and arousal coursed through his body, leaving him awash in that feeling of angst that so often accompanied his cuckolding.

It wasn't until their glasses were nearly empty that Emma looked Theo's way. "Why don't you remove my bull's shoes and socks so he can be a little more comfortable."

Theo dutifully crawled forward, untied each of Peter's shoes, and pulled them off along with his socks. He placed the shoes to the side, scooted back a little, and looked up to see his wife leaning in for a kiss that went on for a remarkably long time and included quite a bit of soft moaning from Emma.

"You're such a good kisser," Emma said with a smile. Then she looked at Theo and asked, "Do you like watching me kiss my bull?"

"I do," he replied. "It's beautiful. It's so...so passionate."

Emma took Peter's empty glass from him and looked at Theo, who dutifully stood and took the glasses from his wife to return them to the counter like a good cuck would. He rushed to return to his spot on his knees in front of them and saw Emma stroking her bull's cock through his pants as she kissed his neck and moaned like a woman desperate to experience the satisfaction only Peter could offer.

"I thought about you so much this week," she said. "I played with my tight little pussy as I thought about you. I dreamed of you being inside me, of you fucking me, of you making me cum all over your big cock."

Peter turned his head and their lips met. His hand moved between Emma's legs and he pressed his fingers against her panties, rubbing them in slow circles as she moaned into his mouth.

"Did you let your cuck watch as you played with your pussy?" Peter asked.

Emma looked at Theo and smiled. "I did. You know how much he loves to watch. Even when you're not there he gets off on the fact that his wife is thinking about another man as she's masturbating. He even gets off on being denied the chance to eat my pussy while I think about you, though I did let him do that a few times this week. I can't really help myself, I guess. You're always on my mind when I'm horny, and I'm always horny when it's been too long since I've had you inside me."

"Fuck, Emma, you wouldn't believe how desperately I want you," Peter said. "And you might be surprised at how many times I'm going to fuck you tonight."

Excitement washed over her face. "I can't wait to be surprised, because I'm yours, Peter. You can fuck me as many times as you want, right up until we have to check out tomorrow morning."

Peter kissed her again and then looked at Theo and said, "I want you to warm her up, cuck. Get your wife's pussy nice and wet for me."

Theo crawled between Emma's legs and reached up to pull her panties off. She pushed her hips forward until her pussy rested right at the edge of the couch and then leaned over to kiss her bull. Peter's hand slipped into the top of her chemise and he took one of her breasts in his strong hand and squeezed her flesh in a confident manner, eliciting a moan.

Theo could have watched them fool around all night, but he had a job to do so he leaned in and went to work. He plunged his tongue into Emma's pussy and licked from the base to the top, giving her clit a brief, gentle massage each and every time he did it. He tasted his sweet juices and added as much of his saliva as he could, though he knew it was hardly necessary for him to get her wet, as Emma was already immensely aroused.

"Is the cuck getting your pussy nice and wet for me, Emma?" Peter asked.

"He certainly is," she answered. "He knows his place. He knows it's his job to get me wet so a real man can fuck me."

Theo moaned into his wife's pussy and pushed his tongue as deep inside her as he could.

"I guess he likes his job," Peter replied with a laugh.

"He does," Emma said. "But it's not the only job the cuck likes." She unzipped her bull's pants and reached inside to free his cock. Her fingers wrapped around the thick, turgid flesh and she stroked slowly before kissing his neck and saying, "He's enthusiastic about warming you up, too. About being a cocksucker to get your dick hard and wet and ready to fuck his wife."

They kissed deeply before Peter said, "He's a very good cuck then, isn't he?"

Emma looked down at Theo and smiled. "You are a very good cuck, and like any good cuck you're always ready to show your eagerness to be a cocksucker, so take my bull's pants off and get him in your mouth."

Theo pulled his tongue from his wife's pussy, crawled between her bull's legs, and reached up to take Peter's pants and underwear off. He set them aside, crawled closer, and wrapped his fingers around the thick cock that would soon invade his mouth. He stared at the plump head and the impressive vein running down the underside of the shaft and then took a deep breath, leaned in, and got to work.

"Mmm, I love seeing my cuck make you feel good," Emma said. "I love seeing him be the cocksucker he was clearly destined to be. I fucking love seeing him embrace his place."

She leaned over and kissed Peter's neck while unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and lured his tongue into her mouth, eliciting a moan that might have been from her kiss or might have been from Theo's blowjob.

It wasn't the first time Theo had sucked cock. He'd done it a few dozen times at that point. He'd come to enjoy it in a strange way, for it really did feel like fully and completely embracing his place as a cuck, as beneath the superior man his wife had chosen to satisfy her seemingly ever-increasing sexual desires.

"How does it feel to have my husband gladly serving your superior cock?" Emma asked.

Peter laughed. "It feels fucking great. There's something so...intoxicating about it. About seeing him on his knees. About seeing my dick disappearing into his mouth. About knowing that he'll soon be watching my dick disappear into your pussy."

Emma smiled and put a hand on the back of Theo's head. "About knowing that my husband is sucking the cock of the superior man that I'm going to give myself to, the superior man that's taken me dozens of times in front of him, the superior man that makes me cum like no other."

Theo's cock ached with the intense pain of arousal as it tried in vain to grow in the remarkably small cage that encased it. Were he free, he would have had a raging erection and an overwhelming desire to stroke it, as few things aroused him more than embracing the reality that Peter was, in fact, a superior man and that his wife had chosen him over Theo when it came to meeting her sexual needs.

"I need you inside me," she said. "I need to be taken by a superior man. I need to be taken while my husband watches."

Peter smiled, put a hand on the back of Theo's head alongside Emma's, and pushed down until every inch of his cock had disappeared into Theo's throat. It took just a split second before he gagged, but that was enough to make both Emma and Peter laugh with glee.

"It would be my pleasure to satisfy you in front of your husband," Peter replied as he released his grip on Theo's head.

Theo pulled back and gasped for air as spit ran down his chin. He wiped it away as Peter stood, took off his shirt - leaving him naked - and took Emma's hand. They walked towards the bed and shared a kiss before she crawled onto the mattress and rolled onto her back. Peter crawled on top of her and Emma took hold of his cock as they kissed. She stroked him, rubbed his head over her pussy lips, and then guided him inside her.

Emma moaned in a long, low, deep manner as Peter's cock filled her. Theo had already crawled to the foot of the bed and was ready and eager to watch from his customary position. He was not to get up from his knees and he was not to try and get into the bed unless explicitly instructed to do so. It was not his place to participate while Emma was enjoying her bull's cock, after all.

Instead, Theo would watch from his knees. He would witness his wife being taken by a superior man. He would witness her and Peter's pleasure. He would watch and listen to their orgasms. He would experience the bliss of being a cuckold in that way.

His night would almost certainly involve more than watching from his knees, though. Emma and Peter always found a way to mix things up, whether that was involving Theo in some way, talking dirty to him as they fucked in a different position, or making him do something a little bit humiliating for their pleasure.

Theo wasn't sure how the rest of the night would unfold, but he was certain he'd enjoy it, for Emma always made sure that she took care of her bull and her cuck before the night was over.