NEWLYWED CUCKOLD IN CHASTITY
by Throne
My wife Lucy had just finished sucking off some handsome, well hung, dreadlocked guy she'd brought home. I was on my knees, naked except for my cock lock, and had been made to watch the whole scene. She leaned toward me with cum on her narrow lips and trailing from one corner of her pretty mouth. Lucy is a lovely Asian girl. Long, glossy black hair, cut in bangs across her forehead. Delicate hands. Slender figure.
When we got married six months ago I thought that, after a long engagement during which she wanted to retain her virginity until we were wed, we would finally have sex. In our honeymoon suite she showed me a metal chastity cage that one of her girlfriends had given her as a novelty gift at her bachelorette party. I acted amused but was much more interested in consummating our nuptials. When she wanted to put it on me I got annoyed. That was when she had a hissy fit and it looked like the evening was going to turn into a disaster. It might even ruin our whole honeymoon.
In desperation I said, "I'm sorry, dear. Let me put it on. Whatever you want is fine with me."
So I put the ring section of the curious apparatus around the base of my genitals, then worked my entire penis into the undersized cage. It was disheartening to see my manhood reduced to a useless nubbin. Lucy took the padlock and threaded it through the openings in the two parts.
"Go ahead," she told me in her charmingly accented voice. "Has to be you to lock it. To prove you really want to make me happy. After that I can forgive you for your burst-out."
I knew she meant outburst but I didn't correct her. In the pure white bra and panties she'd had on under her gown, she was irresistible. At long last I was going to partake of her physical charms. All I had to do was go along with this one silly demand. And the key was right there in the box out of which she'd taken the chastity. I pressed the lock shut and heard its faint click. Lucy grinned and clapped her hands. To see how well it worked, she teased my nipples with her fingertips until I was squirming and moaning. It was too much for me and, trying to catch my breath, I begged her to set me free. As agitated as I was, my tone got harsh. She was instantly infuriated.
"You lied," she accused. "You said whatever I did was okay. Now you yell at me."
"I didn't yell."
"And tell me I'm wrong, like all the time."
"I don't do that."
"So I'm wrong again?"
She took the clothes I'd just gotten out of and threw them into my open suitcase, which contained everything else I had to wear. Then she opened her cell phone and chattered something in her native tongue. In minutes one of her female cousins entered the honeymoon suite and saw me standing there, naked and afraid, my maleness caged. The new arrival pointed and laughed. Lucy handed the woman my suitcase and before I could react, she slipped out the door with it. Instinctively, I rushed to catch her. Of course, I didn't dare to go out into the hotel corridor in the nude. When I turned back to my new wife, there was fire in her eyes.
She said, "All right. You ruin our wedding night for me. Now I do the same for you."
Using the phone again, she once more rattled something off in that language I couldn't understand. This time when the door opened it was another of her cousins, of which she had many. I tried to grab a sheet off the bed but Lucy snatched it away from me. I shouted at her, saying something about how things had gone far enough. That was when I discovered that this cousin wasn't alone. Following her into the room was one of the wedding guests. He was tall and well built. And Black. I automatically backed away and clapped my hands over my crotch.
"Damn, boy. I hear you're mistreating your new wife. That's going to stop right now. Isn't that so?" He strode up to where I stood cowering and slapped me hard across the face, left and right. My cheeks stung and I had to blink back tears. He snarled at me, "When I ask you a question I expect an answer."
My head was spinning. This was all happening too fast. What had he asked? Something about me treating Lucy right.
I gathered my wits enough to tell him, "All right. I'll do whatever Lucy wants. And not give her any trouble." But then I had to add, "Even though I didn't do anything wrong before."
He punched me hard in the stomach and I doubled over. That was when my bride went to him and threw her slender arms around his chest. She pressed her cheek against his shirtfront.
"Oh yes, Marcus," she said gratefully. "Thank you. I thought he was going to hurt me. How can I payback you?"
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "it wouldn't be right for you to go without some loving on your wedding night. But his dick is stuck in that little cup thing. So maybe you and me should just take advantage of that big bed right over there."
"Yes," she told him, hissing the word. "Teach husband a lesson. Bad husband."
Lucy let her head fall back, closed her almond-shaped eyes, and parted her lips. Marcus didn't hesitate before he brought his mouth down on hers for a long kiss. I made a strangled sound and tried to straighten back up, though my midsection was terribly sore. Without letting go of my young wife, the big man made a fist at me. I stayed where I was, fearful of being hit again. Lucy's cousin came over and took me by the arm, obviously not seeing me as a threat. Why would she? I was naked and cock locked, and had backed down when a stronger man took my spouse away from me. Lucy said something to the girl, whose name I remembered was Dee. Digging her nails into my slim bicep, Dee walked me to one side of the bed, reached between my legs from behind to grab my balls, and dragged me down until I was on my knees.
I turned my head to see Lucy undressing Marcus, baring his enviable physique. When she had him down to just his boxer shorts, they shared another long kiss. He ran his hands freely over her modest but shapely curves. I sniffled and tried not to start crying. Dee glared down contemptuously at me and make sounds of false sympathy. Lucy got out of her bra and panties. She was perfect. But it should have been me who was about to enjoy her warm inviting body. Instead, it was that commanding Black man. She squatted in front of him to pull his shorts down to his ankles. As she did it I got my first look at his cock. It was a monster, over seven inches long and very thick, with a heavy head, even though he was still soft. Then she got both hands on the shaft and soon had it standing up. His heavily veined love muscle had grown to eleven inches and even added more girth. She rubbed it against her cheek and cooed to it.
Marcus laughed, bent down, and scooped her up in his powerful arms, making his biceps bulge. Dee ran her nails down my spine. I shuddered as the forceful man laid my wife on her back and she willingly spread her legs. He got on the bed between her thighs and positioned the knob of his cock against her moist pink labia. She grinned up at him and stroked his broad chest.
"Come on now, Marcus," she whispered, but loudly enough for me to hear. "I want you inside me. My husband is a loser. I was going to give him a chance but he ruined all that. Now he can just live with his dick in a box and have no sex with me."
"Well," Marcus suggested, "he'll still be handy for eating your pussy."
"Ohhh," she enthused. "I did not think of this. Of that. Yes. He will do the eating... a lot."
No sex for me? And I would be expected to perform cunnilingus on demand? It wasn't fair. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. He entered her slowly, making Lucy writhe with pleasure. She told him he was fantastic and promised that I would never experience what he was feeling at the moment. They spent the next half hour having terrific sex while Dee whispered in my ear that I had forfeited my right to go to bed with the woman I had just wed.
Dee also said, "But you'll eat her pussy so often that you'll start to think it's the only part of her you married."
Finally the pair on the bed exploded into simultaneous orgasms. After they finally cooled down, Marcus propped himself up on one elbow.
He said to me, "Now get yourself up here, with your face between this hot woman's legs. I want your mouth up against her pussy, so you can lick up the big mess I just left. Get it while it's hot, sucker."
Even as I was moving to where he wanted me, I gagged and said, "I can't do this. It's... disgusting."
"It's what a chump like you has to do after a real man steals away your wife."
"Yeah," seconded Lucy. "Marcus got my puss. You get his puddle."
She laughed hard at her own joke and the other two joined in. By then my nose was almost touching her lightly furred mound. The smell of that Black man's cum was sickening. Yet I was so afraid of him and so defeated by everything that had happened, that I stuck out my tongue and tasted his salty cream. Seconds later I was lapping it out of her body. The two of them kissed passionately while I performed my nauseating task. Dee draped herself over my back and blew in my ear, tousled my hair. In it's tight prison my penis tried again to get hard but it was impossible. All I felt was discomfort. My balls were beginning to ache.
It was often like that in the months that followed. Sometimes Lucy was with Marcus but there were lots of other men. The more I thought about how everything had happened on the night of our wedding, the more I had to wonder if it had all been planned in advance. But what did it matter by then? I was trapped in a one-sided marriage, locked in chastity, a bedroom slave to my wife, an object of jeering ridicule for her and her lovers.
Which was what I was dwelling on during that moment with which I started this story. That happened just last night. She knelt there and grinned, with that anonymous guy's cream glistening on her teeth. Lucy ran a finger over her gums to gather some of his spunk. She aimed the digit at my face and smeared his ejaculate under my nose, so I couldn't avoid inhaling its odor. He stood in front of her, his long thick cock flaccid but still enviably large. She stoked his dark leg and looked up at him.
"Want my dick-lock husband to clean up your cock, love-man?"
My throat constricted. Lucy had never made me do that before. She couldn't be serious.
"Sure, doll," he told her, flashing a smile at me. "I bet he wants to do it."
"No," she said, "but he has to do whatever I tell him, if he wants cage off his dick once in a month, so he can do his jerkoff."
"Damn. He has to wait four weeks to bust his nut? That's nasty." He sent a derisive sneer in my direction. "But sure. Make the wuss suck me clean."
"You heard my man," she told me as she got up and took my ear, twisted it, and pulled until I shuffled forward on my knees. "He wants his big tool all clean. And I know he's good for more action. So work on him about fifteen minutes until he's hard again. I won't be happy until that dragon-cock is stretching my pussy."
Sickened but beyond being able to stick up for myself, I got busy mouthing another man's slimy cock while my wife watched and smirked. After about a quarter hour he began to swell. She allowed me to take him out of my mouth and use my hand on him, but at the same time I had to lap his big balls. Then he shoved me off the bed so he could mount my bride. They had frantic noisy sex and he shot another load, this time into her eager pussy. I knelt alongside them, unable to look away, my face hot and my neglected penis straining to escape its undersized cage.
When they were done she said, "Do it, sad-face husband. Time to suck all that white sauce out of my treat box. Get to going."
And of course, that's exactly what I did.
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(This quick little story was partly inspired by captioned photos on icewolfchastity.blogspot.com.)
by Throne
My wife Lucy had just finished sucking off some handsome, well hung, dreadlocked guy she'd brought home. I was on my knees, naked except for my cock lock, and had been made to watch the whole scene. She leaned toward me with cum on her narrow lips and trailing from one corner of her pretty mouth. Lucy is a lovely Asian girl. Long, glossy black hair, cut in bangs across her forehead. Delicate hands. Slender figure.
When we got married six months ago I thought that, after a long engagement during which she wanted to retain her virginity until we were wed, we would finally have sex. In our honeymoon suite she showed me a metal chastity cage that one of her girlfriends had given her as a novelty gift at her bachelorette party. I acted amused but was much more interested in consummating our nuptials. When she wanted to put it on me I got annoyed. That was when she had a hissy fit and it looked like the evening was going to turn into a disaster. It might even ruin our whole honeymoon.
In desperation I said, "I'm sorry, dear. Let me put it on. Whatever you want is fine with me."
So I put the ring section of the curious apparatus around the base of my genitals, then worked my entire penis into the undersized cage. It was disheartening to see my manhood reduced to a useless nubbin. Lucy took the padlock and threaded it through the openings in the two parts.
"Go ahead," she told me in her charmingly accented voice. "Has to be you to lock it. To prove you really want to make me happy. After that I can forgive you for your burst-out."
I knew she meant outburst but I didn't correct her. In the pure white bra and panties she'd had on under her gown, she was irresistible. At long last I was going to partake of her physical charms. All I had to do was go along with this one silly demand. And the key was right there in the box out of which she'd taken the chastity. I pressed the lock shut and heard its faint click. Lucy grinned and clapped her hands. To see how well it worked, she teased my nipples with her fingertips until I was squirming and moaning. It was too much for me and, trying to catch my breath, I begged her to set me free. As agitated as I was, my tone got harsh. She was instantly infuriated.
"You lied," she accused. "You said whatever I did was okay. Now you yell at me."
"I didn't yell."
"And tell me I'm wrong, like all the time."
"I don't do that."
"So I'm wrong again?"
She took the clothes I'd just gotten out of and threw them into my open suitcase, which contained everything else I had to wear. Then she opened her cell phone and chattered something in her native tongue. In minutes one of her female cousins entered the honeymoon suite and saw me standing there, naked and afraid, my maleness caged. The new arrival pointed and laughed. Lucy handed the woman my suitcase and before I could react, she slipped out the door with it. Instinctively, I rushed to catch her. Of course, I didn't dare to go out into the hotel corridor in the nude. When I turned back to my new wife, there was fire in her eyes.
She said, "All right. You ruin our wedding night for me. Now I do the same for you."
Using the phone again, she once more rattled something off in that language I couldn't understand. This time when the door opened it was another of her cousins, of which she had many. I tried to grab a sheet off the bed but Lucy snatched it away from me. I shouted at her, saying something about how things had gone far enough. That was when I discovered that this cousin wasn't alone. Following her into the room was one of the wedding guests. He was tall and well built. And Black. I automatically backed away and clapped my hands over my crotch.
"Damn, boy. I hear you're mistreating your new wife. That's going to stop right now. Isn't that so?" He strode up to where I stood cowering and slapped me hard across the face, left and right. My cheeks stung and I had to blink back tears. He snarled at me, "When I ask you a question I expect an answer."
My head was spinning. This was all happening too fast. What had he asked? Something about me treating Lucy right.
I gathered my wits enough to tell him, "All right. I'll do whatever Lucy wants. And not give her any trouble." But then I had to add, "Even though I didn't do anything wrong before."
He punched me hard in the stomach and I doubled over. That was when my bride went to him and threw her slender arms around his chest. She pressed her cheek against his shirtfront.
"Oh yes, Marcus," she said gratefully. "Thank you. I thought he was going to hurt me. How can I payback you?"
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "it wouldn't be right for you to go without some loving on your wedding night. But his dick is stuck in that little cup thing. So maybe you and me should just take advantage of that big bed right over there."
"Yes," she told him, hissing the word. "Teach husband a lesson. Bad husband."
Lucy let her head fall back, closed her almond-shaped eyes, and parted her lips. Marcus didn't hesitate before he brought his mouth down on hers for a long kiss. I made a strangled sound and tried to straighten back up, though my midsection was terribly sore. Without letting go of my young wife, the big man made a fist at me. I stayed where I was, fearful of being hit again. Lucy's cousin came over and took me by the arm, obviously not seeing me as a threat. Why would she? I was naked and cock locked, and had backed down when a stronger man took my spouse away from me. Lucy said something to the girl, whose name I remembered was Dee. Digging her nails into my slim bicep, Dee walked me to one side of the bed, reached between my legs from behind to grab my balls, and dragged me down until I was on my knees.
I turned my head to see Lucy undressing Marcus, baring his enviable physique. When she had him down to just his boxer shorts, they shared another long kiss. He ran his hands freely over her modest but shapely curves. I sniffled and tried not to start crying. Dee glared down contemptuously at me and make sounds of false sympathy. Lucy got out of her bra and panties. She was perfect. But it should have been me who was about to enjoy her warm inviting body. Instead, it was that commanding Black man. She squatted in front of him to pull his shorts down to his ankles. As she did it I got my first look at his cock. It was a monster, over seven inches long and very thick, with a heavy head, even though he was still soft. Then she got both hands on the shaft and soon had it standing up. His heavily veined love muscle had grown to eleven inches and even added more girth. She rubbed it against her cheek and cooed to it.
Marcus laughed, bent down, and scooped her up in his powerful arms, making his biceps bulge. Dee ran her nails down my spine. I shuddered as the forceful man laid my wife on her back and she willingly spread her legs. He got on the bed between her thighs and positioned the knob of his cock against her moist pink labia. She grinned up at him and stroked his broad chest.
"Come on now, Marcus," she whispered, but loudly enough for me to hear. "I want you inside me. My husband is a loser. I was going to give him a chance but he ruined all that. Now he can just live with his dick in a box and have no sex with me."
"Well," Marcus suggested, "he'll still be handy for eating your pussy."
"Ohhh," she enthused. "I did not think of this. Of that. Yes. He will do the eating... a lot."
No sex for me? And I would be expected to perform cunnilingus on demand? It wasn't fair. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. He entered her slowly, making Lucy writhe with pleasure. She told him he was fantastic and promised that I would never experience what he was feeling at the moment. They spent the next half hour having terrific sex while Dee whispered in my ear that I had forfeited my right to go to bed with the woman I had just wed.
Dee also said, "But you'll eat her pussy so often that you'll start to think it's the only part of her you married."
Finally the pair on the bed exploded into simultaneous orgasms. After they finally cooled down, Marcus propped himself up on one elbow.
He said to me, "Now get yourself up here, with your face between this hot woman's legs. I want your mouth up against her pussy, so you can lick up the big mess I just left. Get it while it's hot, sucker."
Even as I was moving to where he wanted me, I gagged and said, "I can't do this. It's... disgusting."
"It's what a chump like you has to do after a real man steals away your wife."
"Yeah," seconded Lucy. "Marcus got my puss. You get his puddle."
She laughed hard at her own joke and the other two joined in. By then my nose was almost touching her lightly furred mound. The smell of that Black man's cum was sickening. Yet I was so afraid of him and so defeated by everything that had happened, that I stuck out my tongue and tasted his salty cream. Seconds later I was lapping it out of her body. The two of them kissed passionately while I performed my nauseating task. Dee draped herself over my back and blew in my ear, tousled my hair. In it's tight prison my penis tried again to get hard but it was impossible. All I felt was discomfort. My balls were beginning to ache.
It was often like that in the months that followed. Sometimes Lucy was with Marcus but there were lots of other men. The more I thought about how everything had happened on the night of our wedding, the more I had to wonder if it had all been planned in advance. But what did it matter by then? I was trapped in a one-sided marriage, locked in chastity, a bedroom slave to my wife, an object of jeering ridicule for her and her lovers.
Which was what I was dwelling on during that moment with which I started this story. That happened just last night. She knelt there and grinned, with that anonymous guy's cream glistening on her teeth. Lucy ran a finger over her gums to gather some of his spunk. She aimed the digit at my face and smeared his ejaculate under my nose, so I couldn't avoid inhaling its odor. He stood in front of her, his long thick cock flaccid but still enviably large. She stoked his dark leg and looked up at him.
"Want my dick-lock husband to clean up your cock, love-man?"
My throat constricted. Lucy had never made me do that before. She couldn't be serious.
"Sure, doll," he told her, flashing a smile at me. "I bet he wants to do it."
"No," she said, "but he has to do whatever I tell him, if he wants cage off his dick once in a month, so he can do his jerkoff."
"Damn. He has to wait four weeks to bust his nut? That's nasty." He sent a derisive sneer in my direction. "But sure. Make the wuss suck me clean."
"You heard my man," she told me as she got up and took my ear, twisted it, and pulled until I shuffled forward on my knees. "He wants his big tool all clean. And I know he's good for more action. So work on him about fifteen minutes until he's hard again. I won't be happy until that dragon-cock is stretching my pussy."
Sickened but beyond being able to stick up for myself, I got busy mouthing another man's slimy cock while my wife watched and smirked. After about a quarter hour he began to swell. She allowed me to take him out of my mouth and use my hand on him, but at the same time I had to lap his big balls. Then he shoved me off the bed so he could mount my bride. They had frantic noisy sex and he shot another load, this time into her eager pussy. I knelt alongside them, unable to look away, my face hot and my neglected penis straining to escape its undersized cage.
When they were done she said, "Do it, sad-face husband. Time to suck all that white sauce out of my treat box. Get to going."
And of course, that's exactly what I did.
*********
(This quick little story was partly inspired by captioned photos on icewolfchastity.blogspot.com.)
