Becca Bellamy
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Punished for Being a Bad Cuckold
🕑 Added 2023-10-12 04:20:44 +0000 UTCEverett knew he was in trouble the moment his wife walked through the door. Normally she looked joyful after coming home from a business trip, especially one that took her away for an entire week. That wasn’t the case this time.
Despite knowing his wife was upset about something, Everett put on a smile and said, “Welcome home, honey,” as she stepped into the house.
Leah said nothing as she left her suitcases by the door and took off her coat to hang it in the closet.
“Here, let me get your suitcases,” Everett said as he grabbed both handles and prepared to wheel them into the bedroom.
Leah’s silence continued as she began to unbutton her blouse while walking down the hallway. Everett followed while pulling the suitcases behind him. A sense of dread built with every step he took.
“How was your trip?” he asked cheerfully, knowing full well that she likely wouldn’t offer much of an answer.
“Fine,” Leah replied.
They entered the bedroom and Leah took off her blouse, revealing the lace-trimmed straps of her bra. She unzipped her skirt and fell to the floor, revealing a pair of panties that matched her lovely bra. Everett felt his cock try and stir to life, only to be foiled by the chastity cage he’d been locked in since his wife left.
When Leah turned around she had a smile on her face, but Everett recognized the smile. It was the kind she wore when she was angry and trying not to be overwhelmed by it.
“How was your week?” she asked.
“It was good,” Everett said as he searched her face for some sign of what was about to come.
“Yeah? Did you do anything interesting while I was gone?” Leah asked as she let her blouse fall to the floor and stepped closer.
“Not really, no. Mostly I worked, made sure the house was clean, and watched a little TV,” Everett said.
“Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?” Leah asked as she took another step closer.
Everett saw the flash of fury in her eyes as the words left her lips and it clicked. He knew why his wife was angry.
“Interesting? I wouldn’t say that, no,” he answered.
Leah reached out and unbuttoned Everett’s pants. She tugged on his zipper and his pants fell to the floor soon after. She yanked his underwear down and grasped his caged cock as her eyes found his once more.
“Everett, honey, I don’t like being lied to and I don’t like it when you’re purposefully obtuse with me. Maybe it’s my fault, though, so let me rephrase the question. You had very clear instructions while I was gone. Did you fail to follow those instructions at any point over the last five days?” Leah asked in a flat, controlled tone.
As much as he wanted to try and deny it, Everett knew the cost of lying to his wife and he was almost certain she knew which rule he’d broken.
“I did,” he answered.
“Which of my instructions did you fail to follow, Everett?” Leah asked as she grabbed his balls and pulled down just enough to make him feel a touch of pain.
“I didn’t give Preston a blowjob when he wanted one,” Everett admitted.
Leah released Everett’s balls and moved behind him. “Why is that?” she asked.
Everett wished he had a good answer to her question. “Because I didn’t want to,” he said.
The sound of Leah’s hand striking his exposed ass cheek filled the room a split second before Everett felt the exceptional pain of his wife’s swift and skillful smack. She spanked his other ass cheek a moment later and he had to work not to double over in agony.
“I’m disappointed, Everett,” Leah said. “I’m disappointed that even after all this time you can still be so fucking selfish. I’m disappointed that your training hasn’t worked well enough to make it so you know how to behave when I’m not here.”
She smacked him twice more and Everett had to hold back tears as the pain rushed down his legs and up his back.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“I know you’re sorry,” Leah replied, “but that’s not good enough. You can’t disobey my rules, apologize, and hope it all goes away. That’s not how this works, Everett. Remember, you agreed to this. You happily became my submissive cuckold. You happily accepted becoming the submissive half of a female led marriage. You accepted that my rules are the only rules that matter in our household, and yet you couldn’t be the cocksucker I told you to be while I was gone. You couldn’t take care of Preston’s needs when I wasn’t here to see to them. You had to be selfish. You had to tell him no.”
Two more painful smacks landed on his ass cheeks and Everett finally lost the will to stand. He fell to his knees and cried out. His ass felt like it was on fire.
“Let me ask you something, Everett. Do you believe that I’m under the impression that you enjoy sucking cock?” Leah asked as she reached down and grabbed a handful of Everett’s hair.
“No, I don’t,” he said. “I know you know I don’t like it.”
“That’s right, Everett. That’s because no straight man likes sucking cock. If he liked sucking cock he probably wouldn’t be straight. He’d be bisexual or gay. You’re not either of those, though. You’re a straight man. You love pussy. You don’t love cock. I understand that. I’ve always understood that.”
Leah pulled back on his hair and Everett stood once more.
“That’s why I make you suck cock, Everett. It’s because you don’t want to. Doing so is an act of submission. It’s what a submissive cuckold is supposed to do if his wife demands it. It’s what you’re supposed to do when I demand it. You were supposed to get on your knees and suck Preston’s cock whenever he wanted this week because it’s what I wanted. You were supposed to offer him your mouth like a common whore and let him do as he pleased with it. You should have been thankful I didn’t tell him he could fuck you or he might have spent the week destroying your asshole and making it impossible for you to walk.”
Leah smacked his ass twice more and Everett cried out in pain as the sound of her palm meeting his soft, vulnerable flesh filled the bedroom.
“Please, Leah, stop,” Everett said. “I’m sorry. I really am. I won’t do it again.”
“I don’t believe you, Everett, but I will train this defiance out of you,” Leah replied. “Now get on your knees and wait.”
Everett fell to his knees and reached back to caress his reddened ass cheeks as Leah walked out of the room.
“Come in,” Leah said from down the hallway. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Everett felt a sense of dread building again. He knew Leah wasn’t finished with her punishment. He knew she almost certainly had something else in store for him.
When she walked into the room holding Preston’s hand, Everett wondered for a moment if his punishment had in fact ended. Was Leah going to fuck her bull while he watched from his knees? Was she going to satisfy the need that had no doubt built after a week without Preston’s cock inside her?
“Fuck his face,” Leah said, dashing Everett’s hopes in an instant.
Preston stripped, stroked his cock to get it half hard, and then stepped in front of Everett and grabbed his head.
“Open up, cuck,” he said.
Everett looked at his wife for a moment, saw the angry look on her face, and then opened up. Preston pushed his cock into Everett’s mouth and the face fucking began almost immediately.
“You could have avoided this,” Leah said. “All you had to do was suck Preston’s cock. It’s not hard. You’ve done it countless times before. You’ve sucked more cock in the past year than most women suck in a decade, and yet you decided that because I was gone you didn’t have to be my cuckold for a week.”
Preston’s cock quickly reached a fully erect state, making it more difficult for Everett to take it without gagging and spitting up. He knew that was the point, though. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy what was happening. He was merely supposed to submit to it. He was supposed to receive it as punishment.
“All I wanted was a blowjob,” Preston said. “I just wanted you to do what your wife said you’d do. I wanted a mouth to empty my cum into and you couldn’t provide it. You couldn’t just be the little cocksucking cuckold bitch we both know you are.”
Everett’s throat and jaw hurt after just a few minutes of pounding. His chin was coated in spit and his eyes were watering. His nose had started running, too.
When Preston pulled out Everett hoped the punishment was over. Instead, his wife’s bull rubbed his long, thick, slippery cock all over Everett’s face. He slapped his cheeks with it too.
“Stick out your tongue,” Preston demanded.
Everett stuck out his tongue and Preston slapped his tongue against it as his wife laughed.
“Fuck his face again,” Leah said. “Harder this time. I want to hear him choking on it. I want him to suffer like a good submissive slut should be willing to suffer.”
Everett opened his mouth and Preston pushed his cock inside. It slid down his throat and the bull held it there, cutting off Everett’s air supply and making him panic for a brief moment.
He gasped for air when Preston pulled out, but he was only given a moment’s respite before the cock entered his mouth once more and began fucking his face like Leah wanted.
“Isn’t this worse?” she said. “Wouldn’t you prefer to be on your knees between Preston’s legs, sucking his cock at your own pace? Wouldn’t you prefer to be pleasuring him with your mouth like you usually do? Wouldn’t you prefer to suck his dick without gagging and choking and spitting up like some kind of first time porn whore that’s learning her place in the world?”
It was worse. Every second of the face fucking was unpleasant and that was rarely the case when he gave Preston a blowjob under better circumstances. Everett never really liked it, but it was tolerable. His throat didn’t hurt. He didn’t gag over and over. He usually gave head for a few minutes and then watched Preston fuck his wife.
Preston lodged his cock in Everett’s throat and held it there. Each second that passed felt like a minute. He couldn’t take a breath. All he could do was gag on the cock that couldn’t be dislodged.
Preston pulled out just as Everett was certain he was going to pass out. He fell forward onto his hands and gasped for air as saliva trailed from his mouth to the bedroom floor.
“Worship his balls,” Leah said. “Suck on Preston’s big balls.”
Everett got on his knees once more and moved closer as Preston lifted his cock and began to stroke. He took one big testicle into his mouth and moved his tongue over the wrinkled flesh, offering pleasure as he made the other man moan. He moved to the other testicle, bathing it with his tongue and eliciting more lovely moans.
“Cum down his throat,” Leah said. “Use him like a fucking cum dumpster.”
Preston grabbed Everett’s hair with one hand and pushed his cock down Everett’s throat with the other. More face fucking ensued and the same unpleasant sensations rushed through Everett. He gagged. He choked. He spit up. He drooled all over himself.
Preston was close now, so he used Everett’s mouth harder and faster. He was using it like a pussy, without a care in the world for the effect his deep, hard thrusts were having.
Then he buried his dick balls deep in Everett’s mouth and it began to pulse. The head was in Everett’s throat so he didn’t taste a thing as Preston climaxed. Spurt after spurt of hot cum launched down his throat and into his stomach. He was a cum dumpster, just like his wife wanted him to be.
Preston pulled out and rubbed the little bit of cum that was still dribbling from his cock over Everett’s face before stepping back and smiling down at the man he’d just unloaded his cum into.
“Preston’s staying the night,” Leah said. “I don’t want to see your face until morning. Grab anything you need for the night and get out of here. We’ll discuss what the rest of your punishment is going to be after Preston leaves tomorrow.”
Everett stood up and grabbed a change of underwear from the dresser along with a fresh t-shirt before turning to leave.
“Sleep in the bedroom on the other side of the house. You don’t even deserve to hear us fucking,” Leah said.
Everett left the bedroom feeling suitably humiliated. His throat was sore. His jaw ached. Cock was the only thing he could taste and there was a little bit of drying cum on his face.
Worst of all, he wasn’t going to enjoy any of the benefits of seeing his wife after a five days apart. He wasn’t going to get to worship her pussy. He wasn’t going to get to watch as she and Preston fucked. He wasn’t going to get to clean her up afterwards. He was going to be denied all of it, and depending on how mad she was he was probably going to be denied an orgasm for quite a bit longer than five days.
He had learned his lesson, though. Next time, he’d suck Preston’s cock as much as the bull wanted.
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