LEFTOVERS ARE FOR LOSERS. By Throne
Rob and Cindy were an odd match. He was short and slender, shy and quiet. She was of average height, with an eye-popping figure, outgoing and talkative. Why did they get married?
Well, Rob was desperate. Women showed almost no interest in him. He had a generous trust fund and a middle-management job, so at least he could spend money on them and got occasional dates. But when he got any female into bed and they discovered that he had the genitals of an immature boy, the relationship ended very suddenly.
Cindy wasn't interested in most guys. After years of having every man she met drooling over her and thinking of nothing except getting his hands on those heavy tits and that bubble ass, she wanted someone who would make no great sexual demands.
After their wedding they settled into a routine of sex once a week. Rob was always horny but knew better than to pressure his stunning young bride. He didn't want to get rejected and possibly have to go on with no sex at all. Cindy was content to let him use her that often, even though he was incapable of giving her pleasure. At least he always finished in under two minutes. She learned to tease him before they got to the bedroom; that way she got his time down to less than 60 seconds. She would have liked him to go down on her, so she could at least have an occasional orgasm, but Rob was repulsed by the idea of using his mouth on her sex and shuddered when she even mentioned it.
It might have gone on like that indefinitely, but then a girl named Jen came to work at the office where Cindy was a secretary. They became friends and started going to lunch together. Then to the mall. And finally, out for drinks one night a week.
"I don't see why you can't stay here," Rob complained the third time his wife was going out to a club with Jen. "I can get you whatever you want to drink." "It's not the same," his wife explained patiently. "We like to go downtown because we get to see people, we run into friends from work, we have a good time."
Rob huffed and stalked around their living room, making his disapproval plain. He was actually a comic sight, that shrimp trying to appear tough. Cindy wasn't about to surrender her new-found fun, so she said they would have drinks at the house one night a week, but still go out as usual. Rob wasn't happy with that solution, but wasn't assertive enough to do more than continue to look displeased.
After Jen picked her up, in the car heading downtown, Cindy described her husband's behavior. Jen listened carefully.
"You know, he's sort of turned you into a prisoner. And you were hinting last time that he's kind of a dud in bed. Maybe you need to have some fun with somebody else."
Instead of being offended or insulted, Cindy showed interest. Jen asked her if she ever watched guys playing basketball on the city's courts. Cindy replied with enthusiasm that she had. Seeing her reaction, Jen asked if the players had been Black. That brought Cindy up short but she admitted that they had been.
Jen wanted to know, "And did they turn you on?" After only a moment's hesitation, Cindy admitted, "Yeah, I guess they did. I used to get kind of, you know, excited, watching them with their shirts off." "Yeah," said Jen. "And how about those big bulges in their shorts?" Cindy blushed but conceded that she had stared at their crotches and had some wild fantasies. She smiled broadly after she said that. "Good," Jen told her. "We're going to a new club tonight."
It was past midnight when Cindy got home. Rob met her at the front door with a scowl on his bland face. She grinned at him. One shoulder strap of her short red dress was twisted around, her lipstick was smeared, and her hair was messed up. She had obviously had several drinks. "Do you know what time it is?" Rob said in a snit. "And just look at you." "Don't look at me," she said, amused. "Take a look at my new friends." She stepped aside. Coming up the front walk were a pair of tall broad shouldered Black men, with Jen between them, her arms locked through theirs. Rob retreated three steps as his wife entered, followed by the others. He stood there speechless, not sure what was happening. "These are my new friends," his wife informed him. "Jake and Carl. Jake is Jen's date. Carl is with me." "W... with you?" Rob was gaping at her. "Yes," she said unashamedly. "I realized that I was sick of our non-sexual sex life and that you were the only one getting anything out of it. So I'm going to get properly laid in our bed for the first time. By Carl, since you're not capable of it, not with that little boy dick between your legs." Jen said, "I can't believe he's as tiny down there as you say. How about if we have a look?"
As Rob was sputtering, trying to answer, the pair of Black men grabbed him and tore apart his expensive shirt. Jen undid his belt while they held him, then she yanked down his pants and shorts. He stood there, appearing ready to start crying, with his genitals on display. "Damn, woman, I can see why you need me inside you," Carl said "That's just pathetic." He brazenly took Cindy's hand and pressed it to his crotch. She grinned and gave him a deep kiss. "I can't wait," she told him. "But what are we going to do with my wimp of a husband?" "He can go get us a bottle and two glasses, then report to the bedroom for a lesson in how a real man pleases a woman." "You mean you're going to make him watch?" Cindy was shocked but excited by the idea.
"Damned right. It's the quickest way to put him in his place and keep him there. After he sees what I do to you, he won't pester you to get under the sheets with him. That boy'll be too ashamed." He snapped at Rob, "Get busy, kid. Go get us something to drink."
When Rob tried to pull up his pants, Carl told him not to bother. Instead, he had to shuffle to the kitchen for whiskey, soda, and two glasses with ice in them. He made a ridiculous sight as he moved, his narrow pale ass on show, his poor excuse for a cock bouncing. The four of them laughed at him.
By the time he got to the bedroom his wife and her new lover were half through undressing each other. Carl's strong dark hands roamed freely over her pink skin. He got as much as he wanted of that desirable ass and those irresistible tits. And Cindy didn't complain at all.
Rob had to stand beside his own bed and watch his wife expertly ravaged by the Black stud. Carl gave her a thorough screwing, easily triggering three orgasms. The big man finished twice himself. By the time they were finally done Rob was a trembling wreck. All he could do was gape at the picture they made lying alongside each other, sipping their drinks. "Get a load of that," Carl told Cindy. "Mister Useless got himself a hard-on."
Rob gasped. It was true. His minuscule penis was sticking out from his nearly hairless crotch. His lower lip trembled as he realized that witnessing his wife's wild sex with a superior man had aroused him. That was when Jake and Jen appeared. They had enjoyed sex in the guest room and were still naked. Cindy pointed out her spouse's excitement and the newcomers thought it was hilariously funny. Rob stood there, his pants still around his ankles, and blushed.
Cindy locked eyes with him. She said she had been thinking and there were going to be new rules in their marriage from then on.
"For starters," she announced, "Carl is going to be my regular lover. He can have me anytime he wants, any way he wants. I can't wait to get my mouth all over that huge cock of his. You, on the other hand, are not going to be allowed to touch me at all. No sex of any kind for you, husband dearest. It's the perfect payback for all the monthes I've had to go to bed with you and get nothing out of it. But don't worry, Robby. Even though you can't touch me, I'll be touching you a LOT. I'll be teasing you ALL the time, keeping you so horny you'll want to break down and cry. In fact, I hope you DO cry. That would make me happy. And Jen told me she wants to tease you too. She's my friend and is pissed at you for not satisfying me. She'll be over here a couple nights a week to help me with your re-education." "That's right," Jen said with a nasty smile. "And you know what else," said Carl. "Your hot wife was telling me how you never go down on her pussy. That's going to change right now. When I'm not here she still needs to have her fun. So you're going to be her pussy boy. Get over here and put your wimpy mouth on her tight little snatch."
Rob was too stunned to move. Jake clamped a powerful hand on the back of his neck and steered him to the foot of the bed, then pushed him forward. Rob landed between his wife's shapely legs. When Jake threatened to 'persuade' him, Rob fearfully inched forward. Feeling queasy, he pressed his mouth to his wife's sex, which was leaking Carl's thick salty cum. Utterly sickened, Rob began to lick and suck. He had to swallow the mingled fluids of his cheating wife and her new bedmate. She kept him at it until she was completely clean.
Next he had to kneel in front of Jen and do the same for her. As he began lapping, Rob started to weep. That provoked fresh laughter from the watchers. Jen pretended to be thrilled. She made jokes about having such a 'high powered lover' pleasuring her.
For the next six months Rob's life was Hell. His wife and Jen always dressed sexily around him. Cindy adapted a slutty look because Carl like it. When she was in bed with her lover, she kept complimenting his prowess and insulting her husband's shortcomings, especially his tiny dick. Rob had to watch and listen and then clean her up, pussy boy style.
He was allowed in bed with her when she wanted to tease him but had to sleep in the guest room. If Jake and Jen slept over, he got moved to the walk-in closet of his former bedroom, where he could curl up in front of the many pairs of whorish shoes and boots his wife had been buying with his trust fund money. As he tried to sleep in that cramped space he could hear Carl and Cindy talking to each other. Whenever he was in the closet she would go on and on about what an inadequate lover he had been during their early marriage. "But now that he knows how to use his tongue," she liked to say, "he's almost worth having around. I don't let him clean his mouth when he's done because I want him to always taste us, so he never forgets what he is."
At least Rob was allowed to jerk off once a week. Cindy would watch him, rush him, make it as humiliating as she could, sometimes with Jen joining her. He had to finish in his free hand and then tongue up the scant mess he had produced.
But then Jen brought Cindy a gift. It was a chastity tube to be put on Rob. It enclosed his dick and locked behind his scrotum. With it on he couldn't get hard and absolutely couldn't achieve sexual relief. Cindy wore the key around her neck so that every time he looked at her tempting chest he would see it.
The women made extra efforts to tease him and Rob regularly broke down and bawled from frustration. They nicknamed him Crybaby and Blueballs. Carl and Jake kept him running and fetching when they were there and insisted that he address them as 'Sir'. When he forget to respect them the women would slap his face, as if the men were too far above him to be bothered.
Rob was utterly miserable, yet obsessed with his gorgeous wife. When he was at work he was so horny that all the women sensed it an came to look down on him as a wretched pervert. At home he was often kept naked except for his snug little chastity. The women spanked him and made him pamper their feet. They controlled what he ate and when he could use the bathroom. He had to wash their backs in the shower, which got him so worked up that his balls ached.
But most of all they loved to have him watch their sexual bouts with their Black lovers and make him clean their pussies with his mouth. He signed his trust fund over completely to his wife, gave her his pay, and had no money for himself. None of that won her sympathy and, if anything, inspired her to even greater cruelties.
"Just think," Cindy loved to remind him. "Our new lifestyle will go on and on and on. Imagine all you'll have to look forward to, my sweet husband. I love hurting you so much that I'll never stop thinking up new ways to make you suffer. I adore cheating on you with Carl and making you eat his cum and mine. After all, darling, leftovers and for losers."
Rob wanted to escape. Yet he was now penniless, so reviled by the women at work that they made him look bad and would never let him advance, and completely controlled at home. His life was ruined and he had been sentenced to a never-ending term as a cuckold slave.
What could he do about it? Nothing.
Rob and Cindy were an odd match. He was short and slender, shy and quiet. She was of average height, with an eye-popping figure, outgoing and talkative. Why did they get married?
Well, Rob was desperate. Women showed almost no interest in him. He had a generous trust fund and a middle-management job, so at least he could spend money on them and got occasional dates. But when he got any female into bed and they discovered that he had the genitals of an immature boy, the relationship ended very suddenly.
Cindy wasn't interested in most guys. After years of having every man she met drooling over her and thinking of nothing except getting his hands on those heavy tits and that bubble ass, she wanted someone who would make no great sexual demands.
After their wedding they settled into a routine of sex once a week. Rob was always horny but knew better than to pressure his stunning young bride. He didn't want to get rejected and possibly have to go on with no sex at all. Cindy was content to let him use her that often, even though he was incapable of giving her pleasure. At least he always finished in under two minutes. She learned to tease him before they got to the bedroom; that way she got his time down to less than 60 seconds. She would have liked him to go down on her, so she could at least have an occasional orgasm, but Rob was repulsed by the idea of using his mouth on her sex and shuddered when she even mentioned it.
It might have gone on like that indefinitely, but then a girl named Jen came to work at the office where Cindy was a secretary. They became friends and started going to lunch together. Then to the mall. And finally, out for drinks one night a week.
"I don't see why you can't stay here," Rob complained the third time his wife was going out to a club with Jen. "I can get you whatever you want to drink." "It's not the same," his wife explained patiently. "We like to go downtown because we get to see people, we run into friends from work, we have a good time."
Rob huffed and stalked around their living room, making his disapproval plain. He was actually a comic sight, that shrimp trying to appear tough. Cindy wasn't about to surrender her new-found fun, so she said they would have drinks at the house one night a week, but still go out as usual. Rob wasn't happy with that solution, but wasn't assertive enough to do more than continue to look displeased.
After Jen picked her up, in the car heading downtown, Cindy described her husband's behavior. Jen listened carefully.
"You know, he's sort of turned you into a prisoner. And you were hinting last time that he's kind of a dud in bed. Maybe you need to have some fun with somebody else."
Instead of being offended or insulted, Cindy showed interest. Jen asked her if she ever watched guys playing basketball on the city's courts. Cindy replied with enthusiasm that she had. Seeing her reaction, Jen asked if the players had been Black. That brought Cindy up short but she admitted that they had been.
Jen wanted to know, "And did they turn you on?" After only a moment's hesitation, Cindy admitted, "Yeah, I guess they did. I used to get kind of, you know, excited, watching them with their shirts off." "Yeah," said Jen. "And how about those big bulges in their shorts?" Cindy blushed but conceded that she had stared at their crotches and had some wild fantasies. She smiled broadly after she said that. "Good," Jen told her. "We're going to a new club tonight."
It was past midnight when Cindy got home. Rob met her at the front door with a scowl on his bland face. She grinned at him. One shoulder strap of her short red dress was twisted around, her lipstick was smeared, and her hair was messed up. She had obviously had several drinks. "Do you know what time it is?" Rob said in a snit. "And just look at you." "Don't look at me," she said, amused. "Take a look at my new friends." She stepped aside. Coming up the front walk were a pair of tall broad shouldered Black men, with Jen between them, her arms locked through theirs. Rob retreated three steps as his wife entered, followed by the others. He stood there speechless, not sure what was happening. "These are my new friends," his wife informed him. "Jake and Carl. Jake is Jen's date. Carl is with me." "W... with you?" Rob was gaping at her. "Yes," she said unashamedly. "I realized that I was sick of our non-sexual sex life and that you were the only one getting anything out of it. So I'm going to get properly laid in our bed for the first time. By Carl, since you're not capable of it, not with that little boy dick between your legs." Jen said, "I can't believe he's as tiny down there as you say. How about if we have a look?"
As Rob was sputtering, trying to answer, the pair of Black men grabbed him and tore apart his expensive shirt. Jen undid his belt while they held him, then she yanked down his pants and shorts. He stood there, appearing ready to start crying, with his genitals on display. "Damn, woman, I can see why you need me inside you," Carl said "That's just pathetic." He brazenly took Cindy's hand and pressed it to his crotch. She grinned and gave him a deep kiss. "I can't wait," she told him. "But what are we going to do with my wimp of a husband?" "He can go get us a bottle and two glasses, then report to the bedroom for a lesson in how a real man pleases a woman." "You mean you're going to make him watch?" Cindy was shocked but excited by the idea.
"Damned right. It's the quickest way to put him in his place and keep him there. After he sees what I do to you, he won't pester you to get under the sheets with him. That boy'll be too ashamed." He snapped at Rob, "Get busy, kid. Go get us something to drink."
When Rob tried to pull up his pants, Carl told him not to bother. Instead, he had to shuffle to the kitchen for whiskey, soda, and two glasses with ice in them. He made a ridiculous sight as he moved, his narrow pale ass on show, his poor excuse for a cock bouncing. The four of them laughed at him.
By the time he got to the bedroom his wife and her new lover were half through undressing each other. Carl's strong dark hands roamed freely over her pink skin. He got as much as he wanted of that desirable ass and those irresistible tits. And Cindy didn't complain at all.
Rob had to stand beside his own bed and watch his wife expertly ravaged by the Black stud. Carl gave her a thorough screwing, easily triggering three orgasms. The big man finished twice himself. By the time they were finally done Rob was a trembling wreck. All he could do was gape at the picture they made lying alongside each other, sipping their drinks. "Get a load of that," Carl told Cindy. "Mister Useless got himself a hard-on."
Rob gasped. It was true. His minuscule penis was sticking out from his nearly hairless crotch. His lower lip trembled as he realized that witnessing his wife's wild sex with a superior man had aroused him. That was when Jake and Jen appeared. They had enjoyed sex in the guest room and were still naked. Cindy pointed out her spouse's excitement and the newcomers thought it was hilariously funny. Rob stood there, his pants still around his ankles, and blushed.
Cindy locked eyes with him. She said she had been thinking and there were going to be new rules in their marriage from then on.
"For starters," she announced, "Carl is going to be my regular lover. He can have me anytime he wants, any way he wants. I can't wait to get my mouth all over that huge cock of his. You, on the other hand, are not going to be allowed to touch me at all. No sex of any kind for you, husband dearest. It's the perfect payback for all the monthes I've had to go to bed with you and get nothing out of it. But don't worry, Robby. Even though you can't touch me, I'll be touching you a LOT. I'll be teasing you ALL the time, keeping you so horny you'll want to break down and cry. In fact, I hope you DO cry. That would make me happy. And Jen told me she wants to tease you too. She's my friend and is pissed at you for not satisfying me. She'll be over here a couple nights a week to help me with your re-education." "That's right," Jen said with a nasty smile. "And you know what else," said Carl. "Your hot wife was telling me how you never go down on her pussy. That's going to change right now. When I'm not here she still needs to have her fun. So you're going to be her pussy boy. Get over here and put your wimpy mouth on her tight little snatch."
Rob was too stunned to move. Jake clamped a powerful hand on the back of his neck and steered him to the foot of the bed, then pushed him forward. Rob landed between his wife's shapely legs. When Jake threatened to 'persuade' him, Rob fearfully inched forward. Feeling queasy, he pressed his mouth to his wife's sex, which was leaking Carl's thick salty cum. Utterly sickened, Rob began to lick and suck. He had to swallow the mingled fluids of his cheating wife and her new bedmate. She kept him at it until she was completely clean.
Next he had to kneel in front of Jen and do the same for her. As he began lapping, Rob started to weep. That provoked fresh laughter from the watchers. Jen pretended to be thrilled. She made jokes about having such a 'high powered lover' pleasuring her.
For the next six months Rob's life was Hell. His wife and Jen always dressed sexily around him. Cindy adapted a slutty look because Carl like it. When she was in bed with her lover, she kept complimenting his prowess and insulting her husband's shortcomings, especially his tiny dick. Rob had to watch and listen and then clean her up, pussy boy style.
He was allowed in bed with her when she wanted to tease him but had to sleep in the guest room. If Jake and Jen slept over, he got moved to the walk-in closet of his former bedroom, where he could curl up in front of the many pairs of whorish shoes and boots his wife had been buying with his trust fund money. As he tried to sleep in that cramped space he could hear Carl and Cindy talking to each other. Whenever he was in the closet she would go on and on about what an inadequate lover he had been during their early marriage. "But now that he knows how to use his tongue," she liked to say, "he's almost worth having around. I don't let him clean his mouth when he's done because I want him to always taste us, so he never forgets what he is."
At least Rob was allowed to jerk off once a week. Cindy would watch him, rush him, make it as humiliating as she could, sometimes with Jen joining her. He had to finish in his free hand and then tongue up the scant mess he had produced.
But then Jen brought Cindy a gift. It was a chastity tube to be put on Rob. It enclosed his dick and locked behind his scrotum. With it on he couldn't get hard and absolutely couldn't achieve sexual relief. Cindy wore the key around her neck so that every time he looked at her tempting chest he would see it.
The women made extra efforts to tease him and Rob regularly broke down and bawled from frustration. They nicknamed him Crybaby and Blueballs. Carl and Jake kept him running and fetching when they were there and insisted that he address them as 'Sir'. When he forget to respect them the women would slap his face, as if the men were too far above him to be bothered.
Rob was utterly miserable, yet obsessed with his gorgeous wife. When he was at work he was so horny that all the women sensed it an came to look down on him as a wretched pervert. At home he was often kept naked except for his snug little chastity. The women spanked him and made him pamper their feet. They controlled what he ate and when he could use the bathroom. He had to wash their backs in the shower, which got him so worked up that his balls ached.
But most of all they loved to have him watch their sexual bouts with their Black lovers and make him clean their pussies with his mouth. He signed his trust fund over completely to his wife, gave her his pay, and had no money for himself. None of that won her sympathy and, if anything, inspired her to even greater cruelties.
"Just think," Cindy loved to remind him. "Our new lifestyle will go on and on and on. Imagine all you'll have to look forward to, my sweet husband. I love hurting you so much that I'll never stop thinking up new ways to make you suffer. I adore cheating on you with Carl and making you eat his cum and mine. After all, darling, leftovers and for losers."
Rob wanted to escape. Yet he was now penniless, so reviled by the women at work that they made him look bad and would never let him advance, and completely controlled at home. His life was ruined and he had been sentenced to a never-ending term as a cuckold slave.
What could he do about it? Nothing.
