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Ours started out like many cuckold relationships do. It had been close to a year since my longtime girlfriend Alexandra and I first talked about her fucking someone else, but only three weeks ago that it got real. All those months we teased each other with the idea, fueling our passion with the fantasy of another man. It was my fantasy at first, and she had to drag it out of me. I was so afraid she’d be disgusted by my shameful desire.
Once I confessed it to her and she saw how powerful it was for me, she played along. In time, she started to get off on it too. It soon became a regular part of our sex life, and it might have stayed a fantasy forever, if not for Alex. I’ll always remember that moment, when everything changed. She had us both wound up so tight, teasing me while she stroked my leaking dick.
“You know you’d love it Kevin… watching me getting railed by a real man. His big, fat cock stretching me wider than I’ve ever been before. Resizing me to be his woman.”
I groaned and nodded as I started to slide toward the edge.
“Say it! Tell me what you want, Kevin! Admit it!”
She stroked me faster and I could feel the pressure building.
“Yes! I want to see you get fucked by a bigger cock than mine! I want to beat my meat while you come on the cock of a real man! Yes! Yeessss! Aaaaaahhh!”
I spurted all over my stomach and her hand. It wasn’t that unusual. Sometimes it was me who fingered her while we talked. Other times we masturbated together to the thought of it. This time it just happened to be me. Maybe it should have been her — maybe then she wouldn’t have been left so frustrated. I know she said it out of exasperation,
“My God, you’re such a little pussy!”
I was taken aback, and immediately feeling hurt and confused.
“Whaaat?” I whined plaintively. “Why, because I get off on the idea of you fucking another man?”
“No, because you don’t have the balls to come out and ask me to do it for real!”
Her words hung in the air too long. I didn’t know what to say. I thought it was just a fantasy. We were just playing a game. I guess I didn’t think about how it would affect her.
“Is that what you want? You want me to ask you to fuck another man?”
I was hoping maybe it was just another small step in the game. I’d ask her, just so she would feel empowered by me giving her permission. I realized I was wrong when she answered,
“No. Not another man. A man. And yes, I want you to ask me. Because I want to do it.”
She left to go to the bathroom, where I heard her muttering as she washed my spooge off her hand. I felt a hard pit in my stomach, and was grateful that she couldn’t see my tears. It took me nearly a week of struggling before I spoke the fateful words. When I did, her impatience with me melted like ice cream on pavement in midday July.
* * * * * * * *
She brought Nick home a week later. He was her ex, from back before I ever met her. I have a vivid recollection of that first visit; just before he took her into our bedroom. Right from the start, he made it clear that he knew what I was about. He got up close, and face-to-face told me,
“I want you to watch me take your woman… right in front of you. And if you’re honest, you’ll admit you want it too.”
So, he knew me from jump street. Alex hadn’t told me much about him, usually dismissing him with terse comments whenever I asked. Things like “he wasn’t capable of a long-term relationship”, or “he was just a good time, a fling. He meant nothing to me.” I’m sure it was all true, but it left out a couple important things. Big things… like his big thing.
Yes, Nick was hung; longer than me, and more importantly, substantially thicker. He had the kind of cock most guys dream of having. I’ve come to the conclusion there are four types of guys in this world: those who’ve got it swinging between their legs, those who want it swinging between their legs, those who want it in their mouths, and those who’ve never thought about it. That last category breaks down further if you start examining why they’ve never thought about it, but denial usually plays a big part.
So, like I said, there was his big thing; but there was also the way he used it. Sure, Nick is bigger than me… okay, way bigger than me; but he also fucks better than me. It took me a while to realize how different he and I were in that respect.
When I have penetrative sex with Alexandra, it always felt incredible. And try as I might to focus on her and try to bring her along on the ride, I always succumbed to her beauty and the caress of her silky pussy on my desperately hard little dick. I simply can’t control my passion; I tell myself it’s because I love her so much.
She says that’s why she loves sex with me; because it’s always so tender. She still lets me inside her, but the physical experience is mainly for me. She holds me tight, both arms and legs wrapped around me, like she’s trying to pull me farther inside her. It’s always amazing for me, and she genuinely seems to enjoy it.
I gorukle escort do my best to give her orgasms as well, with my mouth and my fingers. They may not be earth-shattering orgasms, but she says they get the job done. What I have come to realize is, it’s more like they take the edge off. They give her enough to be satisfied… for a while. Until that need builds up again. That need for something bigger.
That’s where Nick comes in. Nick the dick. Although I never call him that out loud. I did say it once to Alexandra. She shut me down right away, told me that was disrespectful, and I was never to say it again. In time, I came to realize she was right. The moniker still comes to mind on rare occasions when I feel slighted somehow, but I never let it escape my lips.
But I digress. Back to the way he uses it. It took me awhile, watching them together, before I realized what he did. Their first few couplings were so incredibly hot that I was overwhelmed. But eventually I orgasmed early, and in my post-nut clarity, I saw what he does, what I can’t. He is somehow able to remove himself from the action, just enough to keep from being pulled along with my girlfriend as she rides a sexual rollercoaster.
I guess you can develop that ability from an early age, when you’re that well-endowed. When the first time you stick it in, the girl has to struggle to accommodate you, before you even start moving. When she trembles and quivers from just the feeling of being stuffed so full, before you even start to move in her. It gives you time to think; to figure things out.
And Nick watches my girlfriend carefully, like a delicate instrument that he’s playing; always learning how to play her better, each time he picks her up. He always lets her start, to get use to him slowly. It’s probably easier to maintain control in those circumstances, I’ll never know. But he can also keep it together while he’s giving her a solid fucking. I don’t understand how he does that, even though I see it all the time. Only when she’s reaching her limit does he give himself over completely, allowing himself to fully enjoy my girlfriend. And that’s something I never grow tired of watching. What can I say? I admire the man.
Even when he surrenders and appears to be swept up in the passion, he can still manage to control things. I’ll never forget the first time he took her, after he had put her through multiple orgasms. He still had the awareness to cement his place in the new hierarchy. When he spoke to her, he almost sounded angry, his intensity bordered on frightening.
“Tell your husband what I’m about to do. Tell him I’m going to shoot my seed into you. Tell him there’s not a goddamn thing he can do to stop me. Tell him!”
His words did something to me, something I’ll never be able to undo. And it kindled something in Alexandra, something that’s grown steadily ever since.
“Oh baby… he right! He’s close, and he’s not going to pull out! I don’t want him to, and you can’t make him! He’s taking all of me, and you’re just sitting there watching him do it! You pathetic little cuck!”
I’ve read it many times, the woman makes love with her boyfriend or husband; her bull fucks her. In that respect, we do have a traditional cuckold relationship. But she didn’t just surrender us to him. She’s a strong woman, and she stands up for herself. Good thing, since I never do. She told Nick what her and I agreed to, right from the start. How I would be allowed to do something most cucks were denied. I was allowed to touch myself.
So now here I am, thinking how odd it is, watching my girlfriend getting fucked from behind by another man in our bed. Sorry, I keep forgetting; not another man; the only man here, Nick. And she was thoroughly enjoying it. Enjoying both him, and me. His cock, and my angst.
But what struck me as odd is, as desperate as I was to jerk off, I was denying myself the pleasure, because I didn’t want to distract them. They were just so perfect together; so damn provocative, raw and passionate. I knew what would happen as soon as my willpower crumbled, and I touched myself.
But Nick lasted so long, and my sexy girlfriend always took everything he gave her. It didn’t matter if, when, or how many times she orgasmed. The ride lasted until Nick’s cock erupted. And sometimes, well beyond that. I knew I couldn’t keep my hands off my miserable little dick for that long.
Like I said, it wasn’t forbidden. I wasn’t in a chastity cage. The only rule was, I had to repeat my phrase over and over, as long as I was masturbating. And so, dick in hand, I began to chant my shameful refrain,
“I have a tiny penis…”
I stroked myself and looked at them hungrily, as a starving man would look at a table piled high with delicious food.
“I have a tiny penis…”
They were beautiful, lost in the throes of their passion. I picked up the pace, and before long I was furiously polishing my pecker.
“I have a tiny penis…”
Alex looked at me and smiled, then Nick paused bursa görükle escort his plowing to join her.
“I have a tiny penis…”
I was close, but then they burst out laughing. Just what I didn’t want, just what I was afraid would happen. I wanted to spurt to the sight of their hot coupling. Instead, my head is spun around from getting off on their raunchy fucking, to drowning in my shame and humiliation. Don’t get me wrong, both feelings are incredibly stimulating. But a car can be driven in both forward and reverse; doesn’t mean you want to be barreling down the highway when you throw it in ‘R’.
“Aaawww, cucky… you don’t have to stop. Go ahead; you tug that little thing and make your mess. You know we don’t mind.”
It was sweet of her – unless it was evil; but either way, the moment was over. I could’ve continued and would have spurted in no time, but my orgasms were a precious thing to me. I was usually only good for one during their sessions. If I blew now, it would miss out on the intensity, and I’d be left to watch them without being able to enjoy it the way I wanted. So, releasing my grip, I apologized for interrupting them.
“Okay, sweetie; suit yourself.”
She clearly wasn’t going to let it ruin anything for her. Looking back to Nick, she said,
“Now give me more of that big dick, you fucking stud!”
I returned my hands behind my back and watched Nick give my girlfriend what she wanted. What I couldn’t give her. I waited for the signs of her impending orgasm, for her to be distracted by it. I tried to mentally edge myself, preparing to race her to the top before she recovered enough to witness my humiliation.
I could see it building inside her. She started breathing deep, sucking in air like a skindiver breaking the surface after too long underwater. I tried to follow, but she had a head start. He must be hitting somewhere special. Certainly, somewhere I’d ever reached. All I could do was grab hold of myself and try to catch up.
“I have a tiny penis… I have a tiny penis… I have a tiny penis…”
My girlfriend’s eyes shut tight, and her wails of ecstasy masked my shameful chanting; but Nick saw my lips moving as my hand flew over my dicklette. He smiled approvingly, and I felt strangely comforted in the knowledge that he was keeping me honest. In fact, with my girlfriend completely lost in her own world, it almost felt like I was coming for him.
“I have a tiny penis…”
My pelvis lifted off the chair, my throat constricted, and my breath quivered in my spasming lungs. My final chant was little more than a pathetic whimper.
“I have a tiny penis!”
I came hard onto the floor and collapsed back in the chair. Nick looked at the scattered drops and smiled. It was a first, him and me sharing something like that. It was weird, and oddly satisfying. I had pleased him, even as my girlfriend’s sweet pussy convulsed on his cock.
When Alex finally came around and looked my way, her exhausted expression softened and she too, smiled at me.
“Was it good for you too, cucky? Did you make it this time?”
“It was good.” I panted. “It was real good.”
“That makes two of us. Now sit there and watch Nick take what he needs from me. Watch him treat your woman like the hole I want to be for him.”
Her words inflamed Nick, giving him all the license he needed. He grabbed her ass tight, and began to pummel her pussy without regard for her pleasure. It became purely animalistic. He rutted into her, and she was thrown back and forth on his fuck stick as he pounded her from behind. He came with a roar that I feared the neighbors would hear, not that I could do anything about it.
A minute after collapsing beside her, he went to take a shower; leaving my exhausted girlfriend on the bed, rode hard and put up wet. This would be where the traditional cuckold fulfills his main purpose. But like I said, this relationship isn’t traditional, not only am I not in chastity, I’m also not a clean-up cuck. I crawled into bed next to her to snuggle. I lovingly stroked her spent body as she tried to comfort me.
“I’m sorry Kev… that “pathetic” just kind of slipped out, you know? I got carried away in the heat of the moment. I was just trying to please Nick. I wasn’t trying to be mean…”
“It’s okay honey, I understand. It’s important to make it as good as possible for him. He deserves it. I don’t blame you at all. He gives you so much, it’s the least we can do.”
Even though it was her who said the words, in my mind I was helping, by not objecting to being belittled. By going along, like the weak little beta bitch I knew I was. It still amazed me, how far we had come in such a short time.
I never wanted to be one of those cuckolds who was never allowed to get an erection because he had his dick locked up. No sir, no chastity cage for me. My greatest desire was to jerk off while watching my girlfriend get fucked. And not just jerk off, I wanted to come hard; no ruined orgasms for this cuck. I was an empowered cuckold. It was central to the lifestyle I wanted to live.
Nick had more traditional ideas about how to make a cuckold relationship work. It led to quite a negotiating session. He was adamant that they needed to control my orgasms, even if my penis was allowed to remain free. I had read all I could about the cuckold dynamic, and I grudgingly allowed that orgasm denial was a huge motivational element. It was Alex who came up with the compromise.
I would be allowed to get hard anytime, even touch myself whenever I wanted, but I could only enjoy orgasms when they allowed it. I had to get permission to orgasm. They wouldn’t always grant it, but she promised they’d be fair. I trusted her, not only because she loved me and was a fair-minded person, but because I knew how much she enjoyed seeing me get off.
Nick was still hesitant, pointing out that cucks were caged for a reason, that being that they couldn’t be trusted. I insisted I was trustworthy; he maintained that I was weak, and the threat of a grave penalty was needed. I promised that if either of them ever caught me coming without permission, I would be caged immediately. No excuses, no bargaining and no second chances. I didn’t see it as a problem, I wanted this and knew I could be trusted.
I even got them to agree that exceptions would be granted if I ever managed to have a hands-free orgasm. I saw it as a safety clause in case they withheld permission too often, but that kinda backfired on me when Nick said,
“What’s to stop him from surreptitiously touching himself, then claiming immaculate ejection anytime we noticed the evidence? I don’t want to have to constantly keep an eye on him when I’m in the middle of a good fuck.”
He had a point. That’s when Alex proposed my jackoff phrase. The initial idea was simply to have myself announce that I was wanking whenever I touched it, so I couldn’t falsely claim later that it had been hands-free.
It only took a few of their fuck sessions before they got bored with hearing me say “I’m touching myself”, or the other few anodyne phrases I tried out. Alex already knew I got off on humiliation, so suggested my phrase be something embarrassing for me to say. She tried out several on me during one memorable night when we were alone. “I have a tiny penis” was the head-and-shoulders winner, and I have to admit, I loved it.
* * * * * * * *
So that’s how we got to where we are now. We’re not so different, Nick and me. Both of us get our dicks milked. It’s just that I’m using my hand, while he’s using my girlfriend’s pussy. I get to sleep with her on the weeknights, he gets her on the weekends. He says he can’t go more than 2 or 3 days in a row without sex, so he stops by our house for a fuck somewhere around the middle of each week, but he doesn’t spend the night, only staying long enough to get what he needs.
Today is what Alex refers to as a recuperation day. I see what Nick puts her through, so I understand. Tonight, she’s going out dancing with “the girls”. None of them are under 28, so “the girls” are really all women. My girlfriend is very pretty, and for whatever damn reason, a woman’s adult friends tend to cluster within a few points on the scale of 1-10; much like it was in high school. Which is to say, all Alex’s friends are each quite attractive in their own right. It could also be that I’m a bit of a horn-dog; but only because as a beta, I’m painfully aware of my limitations.
Usually, her friends drop by just long enough to say hi to me, then they all pile into one car and go out dancing; one rotating designated driver and 4 ladies looking to cut loose. I don’t even worry about Alex when they’re out. I know she’s got her hands full with Nick, and I’m there to fill in whenever she gets the odd urge. Well, not literally fill in, but at least substitute and kneel.
Far from worrying, I look forward to her nights out. She always comes back happy, sometimes with great stories to tell about the girls who happen to be on the prowl on any given night. And I get to see them beforehand when their provocative outfits and perfect makeup are fresh. I see them at their best, and I take my little mental images for replay later.
Tonight, they showed up dressed to kill, as usual; they just didn’t leave right away. They parked themselves in the living room and began hushed conversations. The snippets I overheard sounded like gossip, but it really wasn’t my concern, and I tried not to eavesdrop. Alex said they would be going out later, and that in the meantime I should serve drinks, which I was more than happy to do. Getting to approach and serve each of them individually, while they were showing off their most tantalizing assets, was quite a thrill for this beta boy.
In fact, that was the only problem. They were all so incredibly attractive, and they were each being so nice to me. Two of them were already geared up for a night of flirting. Having no other targets yet, they playfully taunted me, knowing from experience I wouldn’t step out of line. They flashed legs, cleavage and smiles. It was all so tantalizing, and my dicklette was oozing into my shorts so much I feared it would soak through. It finally became more than I could stand, and I cornered Alex to plead my case.
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