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The Luckiest Cuckold - Part 7
🕑 Added 2025-08-21 04:35:32 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Louis's journey reaches a point of no return as Colin pushes him to fully surrender to his status as a cuckold, to give up his manhood, to acknowledge that he is, in fact, a lesser man that gets off on humiliation, especially the humiliation of watching a superior man satisfy his wife.
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Colin looked like the happiest man in the world, and with good reason. Two beautiful women were on their knees in front of him. One was sucking his cock and the other his balls. At his instruction, they would switch and continue to worship him as he desired. Of course he was happy.
"Do you get jealous, cuck?" he asked Louis, who was also on his knees, albeit a few yards away.
"Sometimes, yeah. It's not pure, though. There's arousal mixed in. Pleasure, of a sort."
"Pleasure because you're a good cuck. A pure cuck," Colin said. "Unlike Natalie's husband, who can't bring himself to fully embrace his fantasy."
Louis felt pride at being a better cuckold than Natalie's husband. He knew that his willingness to fully embrace his fantasy meant that his beautiful wife Naomi got more of her bull's cock than Natalie did.
"Does it frustrate you, Natalie?" Colin asked.
She removed her mouth from his balls and looked up at her bull. "It does. No matter what I say, though, he won't change his mind. He gets off on being cuckolded. He gets off on the fact that you fuck me better than he does, that you fuck me more often than he does. He won't cross certain lines, though. He's not like Louis. He can't even bring himself to watch, to embrace the humiliation of witnessing another man fuck me far better than he ever has."
Colin looked towards Louis. "You enjoy watching, don't you cuck? You enjoy seeing me satisfy your wife in ways you never have. You enjoy marveling at the fact that she cums so much harder with my cock inside her."
"Yes, I do," Louis admitted. "In fact, nothing turns me on more than seeing her cum on your cock."
Colin directed Naomi's mouth to his balls and stroked himself as Natalie looked up at him. Louis experienced a touch of jealousy at the notion that his wife's bull had two beautiful women completely dedicated to his pleasure in that moment while Louis received no attention.
"Do you think of me as superior to you, Louis?"
"You're a superior version of a man," he answered. "You're better looking. In better shape. You have a bigger cock. You have far greater sexual stamina. You have superior sexual skill, too. There's something about you - your general aura, perhaps - that makes my wife wet every time she thinks about you, that makes getting fucked by you even more arousing than it might otherwise be. All of that adds up to you being the superior man, even if I don't necessarily consider myself deeply inferior."
Colin stepped back, depriving both women of the ability to pleasure him. He stroked his cock while looking at the two desperate ladies and Louis felt as though he understood their desperation. He didn't want to pleasure Colin, but he would have given almost anything to pleasure his wife with his tongue and fingers.
"Kiss for me."
Naomi and Natalie turned to each other. They smiled. They leaned in and their lips met for a slow, deep kiss of the kind that Colin enjoyed watching. There was a time when they'd have hesitated to indulge in even a little lesbian pleasure, but that time had passed. They were no longer competitors for Colin's affection. He'd instead turned them into teammates, of a sort, both of them dedicated to making him feel good in whatever way he desired, even if it meant that he wanted to masturbate while they had girl on girl sex.
Colin sat on the couch while the women kissed. Made out, really. Louis watched his wife and her former romantic competitor ramp up their affections with their hands roaming over their bodies, with breasts being caressed and squeezed, with asses being groped, with pussies being gently teased by delicate fingers.
"Crawl to me, cuck," Colin instructed.
Louis's heart rate jumped in an instant. Though his wife had speculated that Colin would make him suck cock, it hadn't yet happened. Louis thought about it constantly, though, and the threat of being made to give a blowjob filled him with a gentle sense of anxiety when he was around his wife's bull.
"Cuck?" Colin asked. "What are you waiting for? Do you wish to see your wife denied the pleasure of my cock? Do you wish for her to be made to watch as I fuck Natalie, as I dump my load in her cunt? Do you wish for your wife to be made to lick my cum out of someone else's pussy?"
Louis shook his head and crawled towards Colin. The crawling was humiliating. Doing so in a pair of his wife's panties - which he now wore whenever he was in Colin's presence - was humiliating, too. There was pleasure in that humiliation, though. Louis couldn't help it. He was a cuck, after all.
Eventually, Louis settled between Colin's legs. He heard the lesbian kissing behind him. He heard them both moaning a little. He didn't see it, though, because he was focused on the cock and the big set of balls in front of him.
"I'd like you to kiss my balls, cuck," Colin said.
Louis stared at the hairy set of balls as Colin inched his hips forward to make it easier to kiss his testicles. The sounds of kissing continued behind him and Louis thought he heard the telltale wetness of a pussy being fingered.
"Now, cuck. Kiss them right now."
Louis leaned forward. The smell of Colin's loins hit his nose before his mouth neared the balls he was destined to kiss, just as his wife and Natalie had already done that night.
Though he wanted to avoid indulging in any bisexual play, Louis embraced the inevitable, just as he'd done every other step of the way. What he wanted more than anything, after all, was for Naomi to have the kind of sex she desired, the kind that only Colin could give her.
Louis surrendered and kissed the bull's balls. He did it several times, too, and though the psychological impact was considerable, there was very little to the physical act that felt difficult at all. The pubic hair tickled his upper lip a little, but beyond that it was a lot like any other kiss.
"Now suck them, cuck. Suck my balls."
It was a short journey to go from kissing balls to sucking on them. Louis had already crossed the psychological barrier and the physical one proved easier. He parted his lips. He took the hairy, wrinkled flesh in his mouth. He sucked gently. He felt his lips around one of Colin's testicles. He felt his head swirl at the idea that he had a man's balls in his mouth, that he was voluntarily sucking on them, that he was doing what he could to pleasure a man, a superior man, the man that had fucked Louis's wife to a great many orgasms.
"Do you think you could ever convince your cuck to suck my balls, Natalie?" Colin asked.
"No," she answered. "Never."
"His lack of enthusiasm disappoints me, though perhaps his ego is just too strong for this sort of thing. After all, it has to be deeply humiliating to be sucking the balls of the man that fucks your wife better than you do."
Louis heard his wife moan. He heard a pussy being fingered.
"Is it humiliating, Louis?" Colin asked. "To suck my balls while knowing full well that I'll be fucking your wife tonight?"
"Yes, it is."
"It's probably extra humiliating to be sucking my balls while wearing panties."
"It is."
Louis sucked the other testicle into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. Colin rested his stiff cock against Louis's face, adding a small touch of extra humiliation.
"I think it's time for you to suck cock, Louis," Colin said. "I think it's long past time, in fact. I've been generous in not yet pushing for this, but I think we both know this was always going to happen. I think you need this, in fact. I think you need to fully shed the last of your manhood and embrace your place as a cuck, as a lesser man, as the sort of man that sucks dick when his wife's bull instructs him to."
Louis grappled with the most intense humiliation of his life and he did so with a man's balls in his mouth, which made it impossible to argue with Colin. He was a cuck. He was, at least in sexual terms, a lesser man than his wife's bull. He was the sort of man that had sucked balls when instructed to do so and it stood to reason that he was also the sort of man that would suck cock when instructed to do so.
"Suck my dick, cuck," Colin instructed. "Take the head in your mouth and suck on it. Right now."
Louis released the testicle from his mouth. He looked at the plump, shiny head of Colin's superior cock. In that moment Louis felt his own dick throbbing in the panties he'd put on a few hours earlier. He was excited. He was hard. He was worked up because he was about to do as Colin suggested and shed the last of his manhood and fully transition into a cuckold, into the kind of man that would do anything to please his wife and her bull.
The cock passed Louis's lips. The spongy head felt oddly pleasing on his tongue and when he closed his lips around it to offer pleasure. Just like sucking balls, it was a simple physical act. The psychological impact was significant, though. Louis felt his manhood drift away. He felt the humiliation fully encircle him. He was dressed in his wife's panties and sucking dick while she watched. He was a cocksucker. A cuckold cocksucker. He was the kind of man that would give a blowjob to signal that he'd surrendered his manhood and masculinity. He was, without question, a lesser man and now everyone in the room knew it.
"Natalie, get on your back on the floor. Naomi, sit on her face, but feed her your asshole. No pussy. I want her tongue in your rectum. I want her to taste you while you masturbate. I want her tongue fucking your ass while you watch your husband's head bob up and down in my lap. If she doesn't, I want you to climb off her face and slap her tits until they're bright red."
Colin's control felt absolute and Louis was surprised at the sense of gratitude that washed over him. As much as he envied his wife's bull, Louis understood that he was not the sort of man that would enjoy having that level of control, that would get off on instructing three people at the same time. Louis would find it uncomfortable. He'd be unsure of himself. He'd worry that he'd end up disappointing everyone. In that moment, Louis felt as though he'd come to fully understand that he was always meant to be a pantied, cocksucking cuckold, that it was always his place to give himself over to his wife's pleasure, to do whatever it took to ensure that her bull wanted her more than any other hotwife available to him.
"Is her tongue in your ass, Naomi?"
"It is."
Colin put a hand on the back of Louis's head. "It's time to go deeper, cuck."
Colin pushed down and Louis felt his jaw stretch. He gagged, too, as his body rejected the idea of having a cock anywhere near his throat.
"Don't worry, cuck, you'll get better. Every cocksucker does. You just have to commit yourself to practicing. You'll need to get a toy so you can work on throating."
Louis knew he would do so the moment he could. There would be no hesitation, no delay. He would order a toy. He would practice sucking on it. He would become the cocksucker his wife's bull wanted him to be. His manhood had disintegrated and with it his ego had disappeared. Nothing stood in the way of him becoming a perfect cuckold that worked tirelessly to ensure his wife's pleasure no matter the humiliations he had to suffer to get there.
"Come and ride me, Naomi. Satisfy yourself on my cock while your husband sucks my balls."
Louis leaned back to make room for his wife. He watched her effortlessly straddle Colin and take his bare cock into her pussy. He watched her settle down on it and lean forward to kiss her bull. Louis stared at her slippery asshole, which Natalie's tongue had just invaded tirelessly to prove her willingness to do as Colin desired.
Louis smiled at the notion that he and Natalie shared quite a bit in common. She was, after all, required to follow her bull's humiliating commands far more often than Naomi was, largely as delightful punishments for her husband's refusal to engage with his cuckolding in person.
"I'd like you to kiss Natalie, cuck," Colin said. "Taste your wife's asshole on her tongue."
Natalie appeared next to Louis. Her lips found his. Her tongue probed his mouth. He couldn't taste ass, of course, but the knowledge that the tongue that was in his mouth had just been inside Naomi's asshole certainly made the kiss more humiliating.
Natalie rubbed Louis's cock through his panties as they kissed. She teased the head and moaned into his mouth. She was committed to doing as Colin desired and Louis wondered if she too found pleasure in humiliation.
"Suck my balls, cuck."
Louis immediately leaned forward and took both of the bull's testicles in his mouth. He sucked slowly and sensually as his wife rode the fat cock that now stretched out her tight pussy. Naomi was taking her time, though, riding slowly and grinding her clit against Colin's crotch. There was no need to rush, though. Their bull would be at the house all night long.
"I love your cock," Naomi said softly. "Colin, baby, I love your cock so much. It feels so good inside me. It feels like my pussy was made for your cock, like it's the only cock I should ever have inside me, like it's the only cock I should ever give pleasure to."
Colin moaned and grabbed her ass. "I like the way you think, Naomi. Perhaps that is how it should be. Perhaps your husband's dick should never be permitted inside you as long as I'm your bull."
"He has no business being in me. None at all. My pussy is yours, Colin. My pussy was made for your cock. It was built to please you. It was built to be pleased by you. Not by him. Not by my fucking cuck of a husband."
Colin laughed and smacked her ass. Naomi began to ride him hard and fast. She dropped her pussy down onto his cock over and over, bouncing with wild delight as the sounds of sex reverberated around the living room.
"Can I cum?" she asked.
"Yes."
Not long after, Naomi had a thunderously loud orgasm on her bull's cock. She sank down and her ass and thighs trembled. She leaned forward and he took her in his strong arms, holding her tight as her climax seemed to go on forever. Louis looked up to see her juices pouring down Colin's fat cock and reaching his balls, where Louis would promptly lick up the mess.
Colin lifted Naomi's pussy off his cock and held her close. "Clean it, cuck."
There was no hesitation. Louis sucked cock because he'd been instructed to. He licked it, too, cleaning the juices off of the fat shaft that had just given his wife a wondrous orgasm.
"Your husband's a cocksucker now, Naomi. A cuckold cocksucker. It's only his first time and already he's eager to do as he's told, to clean my dick, to keep me hard while you recover from the pleasure of being fucked by a real man."
They kissed as Louis sucked dick. He moaned a little, too, mostly because Natalie couldn't keep her hands off of him, rubbing his ass and back and playing with his cock in the cute panties he wore.
"Spin around and take me inside you," Colin said.
Naomi did so hastily, standing, turning around, and lowering her pussy onto her bull's cock. She didn't ride him, though, as she hadn't been instructed to do so.
"Natalie, does it satisfy you when I let the cuck fuck you?"
"No, it doesn't," she answered.
Colin laughed. "Of course not. How could his cock satisfy anyone?"
"It can't."
"Does it humiliate you when I make you take his dick and his cum?"
"Yes, it does. I shouldn't...I have an inferior man at home that I could fuck whenever I wanted. It's humiliating to have to let another inferior man inside me and to do so because my husband is a disappointment in an entirely different manner than I ever expected."
Louis liked fucking Natalie, but of course he did. She was beautiful and her pussy felt wondrous. He didn't love that his dick was seen as a punishment for her because it was so underwhelming, but once he was inside her that bit of humiliation always proved oddly arousing.
"You're going to fuck Natalie, cuck. You're going to do so while she sucks my balls and licks your wife's clit. You're going to spank her ass and cum inside her, too, and then you're going to lick your load out of her and share a nice, messy cum kiss with her. Do you understand?"
"I do."
Louis moved back and Natalie crawled between Colin's legs without hesitation. She was already naked and her pussy was soaked. Louis lowered his panties, crawled a little closer, and slid his dick inside her.
"Ride me, Naomi."
Naomi began to bounce on her bull's cock as Louis fucked Natalie from behind. Her pussy was warm and wet around his cock and he knew he wouldn't last long. He tried his best, though, shifting his thoughts away from the situation unfolding in his living room as best as he could.
"Does her cunt feel good, cuck?"
Louis nodded. "Yes. It's...it's incredible."
"Enjoy it, because you won't be having much sex from here on out, cuck. Your dick is largely going to be retired for being fucking useless, and you definitely won't be inside your wife until she and I are done, which could be years."
Louis felt his orgasm building.
"It turns him on," Colin noted. "The idea of being banished from his wife's pussy turns him on."
"He's a fucking cuck," Naomi said. "Of course it turns him on. He's a cocksucker. He's a cum eater. He's a panty wearer. He doesn't deserve pussy and it turns him on when the real man in the room takes charge and points out his inadequacies."
Louis buried his dick inside of Natalie and came. He smacked and squeezed her ass while dumping his seed inside her.
"Was that good, Natalie?"
"No," she answered. "I barely felt him inside me."
Louis shuddered from one last little burst of pleasure.
"Keep doing as you're told and I might fuck you before the night is over, Natalie," Colin said. "I have plenty of stamina, after all. I'm not a fucking cuck."
Louis pulled out and moved back. He pushed his tongue into Natalie's pussy and began searching for his cum. He would find it. He would gather it in his mouth. He would share cum kisses with her as instructed. He would prepare for a night of many more humiliations, too, and he would enjoy every second of it.
