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And  story inspired by the art:

POTTY MOUTH by Enroth

Pete had just finished washing up the breakfast dishes.  He made sure  to take the sink trap out of the drain and empty it into the trash.   The previous time, when he had forgotten to do that, his wife's  boyfriend had made him clean it with his mouth and  eat all the bits of food and whatever else was in it.  Leon, the big  Black man who had replaced Pete in the bedroom, took special note of how  the cuckold gagged and choked when he was made to consume the mesh  basket's contents.  Now Pete checked the dishes  in the drainer, made sure the sponge was properly replaced in its  holder, and smoothed down the front of his small apron.  That last item  was all he was wearing, except for a garter belt and stockings.  It  wasn't much but at least it hid his nipple rings and  that awful chastity tube that held his penis and made it impossible for  him to gain an erection... or any sexual relief.

"Yo, pansy," Leon called from outside the kitchen.  "Come here."

Slipping out of his apron and draping it neatly over the back of a  chair, he hurried to answer the summons.  The last thing Pete wanted to  do was incite Leon's anger and earn himself a spanking or face  slapping.  He found the muscular Black stud in the living  room, naked and unashamed.  Leon had the build of a professional  athlete, maybe a quarterback.  More importantly, he was hung like a  stallion.  Pete couldn't keep his attention from going to the long dark  member hanging between his rival's thighs.  

Leon smirked at him, reached out, and caught Pete's nipple ring  between his thumb and forefinger.  Turning away, he towed the frightened  husband along behind him.  Pete struggled to keep up with Leon's longer  stride, but was just slow enough that there was  constant pressure on his nipple.  Leon led him to the bathroom.

"Here's the thing," Leon said.  "You been complaining about the extra  expense of me being here so much of the time.  I mean, I got to be here  to keep your wife happy.  Ain't that right?"

"I... guess so."

"You know so, sissy."  Leon sat on the toilet, obviously not caring that  he wasn't alone.  "So what we decided is that we're going to save some  money on toilet paper.  Why should we spend money on that when we can  just use you when it's time to clean up?"   He grunted and there was a splash.  Then two more.  "So now it's time  for you to show you want to help out."  He stood up and gestured for  Pete to come closer.  

Feeling like his legs were paralyzed, the stunned husband  nevertheless managed to do it.  Leon put his large hands on Pete's  shoulders and applied downward force.  The already defeated guy sank to  his knees, a look of nausea on his face.  

Leon turned his back and said, "Let's go, ass licker.  Show me what you got."

Sick to his stomach, Pete put his fingers on his tormentor's firm buttocks and parted them.  He brought his face nearer.

"Please," Pete begged piteously.  "Don't make me do this."

"What?  And have to go back to spending all that money on bathroom tissue?  Not going to happen."

"Well... (gag) at least don't (ugh) tell Angie."

"First off, don't be telling me what to do.  And second, she's going to be using you for tongue toilet paper, too."

Pete made a whining sound that ended with a sob.  He brought his face  toward Leon's backside, inhaling the unpleasant smell.  His throat  constricted.  Tears formed in his eyes.  But with no alternative, he got  his face between those taut cheeks and used  his tongue to begin the repulsive job.  The taste was terrible and  Leon's taunting laugh made it worse.

"See that, boy.  We saving money right now.  I can feel them pennies adding up."

Making a sickened sound, Pete withdrew long enough to say, "I can't do this."

"Hey, get that tongue back where it belongs.  Inside now.  Keep working while you talk."

"Ah canned d' thith."

"What you say?  Telling me you a pervert fag and want to be my ass boy all the time?"

 

"Nnnno."

"Sound like yes to me.  Now do the outside some more.  That's it.  Lick up and down, then rim all around.  Heh, heh."

From outside the room, Angie said, "You introducing my wimp husband to his new duty?  His doodie duty?"

Leon laughed.  "Sure am.  He's taking to it like the kinky queer he  is.  Any guy with a pecker that small gone turn out to be a freak."

Angie came into the room.  "Good.  That'll make it easier to start him in his other new job, as my bidet."

"He gone love that, too."

"Did you want to tell him about our plans for the evening?"

"Sure, babe.  What going to happen, Mister Potty Mouth, is we going  out to dinner.  Worked up a mean appetite with all the screwing we done  last night and today.  You can stay in here."

"Yeah, and we got a padlock for the bathroom door, to make sure you do."

"But we ain't gone let you starve."

"Right," Angie seconded.  She set something on the edge of the tub.  It  was a hand towel and, laid out on it were a quartet of used king-size  condoms, full of Leon's generous helpings of spunk.  "We made sure  you'll have something to eat for dinner.  We'll  be having steak and you'll be gulping down cum."

"And we gone leave you your cell phone, so you can record it each  time you empty one of them into your sissy mouth.  Like so we got  proof."

When Leon stepped away unexpectedly, Pete overbalanced and fell  forward, catching himself on the rim of the toilet bowl.  He saw what  was inside.  Leon told him not to flush because he wanted to leave him  something to remember this event by.  

"So that's going to be your night," Angie reiterated.  "Locked in  here, sucking down the gunk in those rubbers, and worrying that we'll  need to use your mouth for more clean-up when we get home."

Pete looked back over his shoulder.  His wife was magnificent.   Shapely, with a big bust and wide hips.  She turned around and shook her  full bottom at him, saying that he would get a taste of it soon  enough.  Despite her words, the sight of that tempting  roundness made his prick stir.  He felt it trying to get hard and the  cage keeping it compressed.  His balls began to hurt.  They would  probably bother him all evening.

"And we'll phone you," Leon promised.  "To see how you're doing.  You  can tell us how good that salty semen tastes, and we'll let you know  how the wine is."  

"Oh yeah," Angie added.  "I tossed a week's worth of panties into the  hamper.  They all have skid marks in them.  Almost like I got them that  way on purpose.  In your spare time, when you're not slurping up my  man's cream, you can suck out the seats of all  those panties.  I want them perfectly clean when I get back, before you  hand launder them."  She snickered.  "So at least you won't be bored.   We're always thinking of you, sissy."  She paused and then finished  with, "Anything you want to say?"

For a moment he didn't know what she expected.  Then it struck him.   He told her, "Thank you, dear.  That was... all... very thoughtful of  you."

"Don't mention it.  You can thank me better when we get back.  After  that big meal I just know I'm going to need the special services  provided by my brown-nose, busy-tongue, sissy cuckold."