Bull gives Cuck the horns
People don’t understand how a cuckold’s brain works. People message me all the time telling me that I need to “get out of this” or that they feel so bad for me. This lifestyle isn’t for everyone but for guys like me I am extremely lucky to have the life I have. I wouldn’t change anything. I want to take a minute to break from the story of our origins to show more of our modern dynamic.
After we had been married for a couple of years we really decided to find one bull that satisfied our needs. We knew we wanted someone that could be strict on both of us and dominant toward me. We had several experiences with prospective bulls before this and we never felt comfortable with them. The search took awhile.
Then one day we were on the Whisper app and I posted something (like I’d done several times) about wanting to find a bull for us. We got several messages but Lindsey was drawn to one in particular. Just the way he talked. Confident, not over the top, and not thuggish in any way. We talked to him for a couple of days on there before exchanging names and face pics. When I saw his body I knew she would want him.
She looked at me and said, “Baby, he seems like he could be pretty good for us.” He was tall, athletic, really good looking, and of course had a long, thick cock. Race had never been a big deal to her either way (she claims) but he was a black man.
We finally decided to meet him for dinner and drinks. The point of this post is not to highlight this one night so I’ll summarize. We hit it off. Big time. They flirted in front of me and I got the angst of the waitress looking at me very strangely. Our conversation was very direct and he asked what we wanted in a bull. He said it sounded fantastic and he would be happy to oblige. He was well spoken and well dressed. Had a great job. He was even nice to me. He asked me directly how I wanted to be dominated and I shriveled up. How do you answer that? I didn’t know what to say and Lindsey laughed and said, “I think that’s just something that will come naturally...” she playfully hit my arm.
By this point I was accustomed to chastity play and he said if he was “our” bull for real that he would require me be in it. Lindsey was very quick to nod and said, “Of course!” After a few drinks they were flirting heavily and we ended up going back to our place. She gave him an incredible blow job for twenty minutes and he finished in her mouth. He then shook my hand and told us to let him know.
We talked that night and she was 100% sold. So was I. We texted him the next day and said we wanted him to be our bull. It felt like a business transaction. He came over that night again and we talked about it. I remember him saying, “There’s a safe word, yes, but you said you want a strict and dominant bull. I expect you to honor that.” I nodded to him. He said, “From now on, its yes sir. Now give me the keys to your chastity cage.” I looked at Lindsey and she smiled at me. She walked to the bedroom and walked back carrying her necklace with the key and the spare. She handed them to him and he put them on the table.
He leaned back and said, “How long since you last came?” “Three days, sir.” He gave a chuckle and said, “Three days?! What’s the point of chastity for three days?” My wife and I didn’t say anything. She then reached out and was rubbing my shoulder. I looked at her and she winked. For some reason the wink sent shivers down my spine. He then said, “What would you give to have your cage off right now and be able to cum?” I didn’t know what to say and said, “I’d love to cum, sir. If you’d let me.” Lindsey chuckled a little out of approval of me accepting his role.
“We’re going to revisit that question in a month, now stand up and show me your cage.” I did as I was told as he scooped the keys off of the table and finagled the spare onto his car key ring. I unzipped my pants and pulled out the steel birdcage chastity cage I had surrounding my sad looking little genitals. He motioned for me to come closer and I stood right in front of him. He then tested both keys but never took the lock off. He made sure it was closed and then looked at me in the eyes while he still held the lock and said, “These are the only two keys?” I said yes sir and he shook the lock a little violently and said, “If I find out you’re lying there will be consequences.” I basically shined out, “I promise those are the only keys, sir.” I probably sounded like such a little bitch.
He told me to take off my pants completely, leaving me in just my button down shirt, and then said, “go to my bag.” As I walked over to his briefcase/shoulder bag thing he said, “Center pocket, manilla folder.” I pulled out the folder and opened it to find medical paperwork. “As your wife and I discussed... clean bill of health.” I looked back and she was biting her lip and staring at him. She then moved straight on over to the couch and sat next to him with her legs across his. Her short skirt was coming up and his hands had already ventured up to her ass.
I examined the paperwork and it was dated two days ago and showed that he was STD free. I hadn’t talked to him or her about that but knew she hated condoms. She wanted him raw, she was on the pill, so it was going to happen. I walked back over to them with my lock clinking on the cage loudly. She laughed and said, “It’s like your very own little bell collar.” He chuckled and said, “Take your shirt off too. Until further notice, when I’m here, you’re in just the cage.” I did as I was told and lost my shirt.
I sat down completely naked and both of them staring at me. I felt more exposed and humiliated than I had in quite awhile. “Baby,” my wife said forcefully, “where are your manners? Get us a drink.” I hopped up and Cage clinking went to the kitchen. I asked what they wanted, prepared his drink and brought her the beer she asked for. They started making out and I could tell that she was drenched. Just because I knew her so well at this point.
“Go get the bedroom ready for us, cuck. This is a big night. The first night your bull is fucking your wife.” I guessed I’d better make it romantic so I put on some low light and lit some candles. When I came back in they were making out harder and I saw him fingering her. “The bedroom ready?” he looked over her shoulder at me. “Yes, sir,” I said. He stood up and picked her up while he did that and carried her into our bedroom. I had the comforter and sheet pulled back and he laid her down gently while still making out.
He then stood up and shed his clothes. He looked like a Greek god. A massive erection at least 8.5” long and thick. My wife frantically took off her shirt and bra but didn’t have time to even get the skirt off before he was on her making out again. He ran his finger through her pussy and said, “Fuck, you’re dripping.” She laughed pretty hard and didn’t say anything. I saw her hand grab his cock and pull it to lineup with her pussy. She stared at me over his shoulder (I could barely tell in this light) as he plunged his cock into her. She let out a huge moan and he started fucking her slowly. I heard them whispering to each other as I stood there and then I heard her voice, “Hey baby? Why don’t you go turn on the game and relax? We’ll be awhile.” I just stood there and then he said, “She wasn’t asking, Cuck.”
I turned to walk out with my erection trying to burst through my steel cage. “Close the door,” I heard him say. I walked out and closed the door as I made my way just down the hall to the living room. I sat down and turned the game on. I didn’t have the volume super loud but I could hear her moaning over everything. It went on for what seemed like hours. I don’t know how long it was but I know I wasn’t giving a shit about the football game. I heard her patented screams that come with her exploding in orgasms three times. Finally I heard him grunting and then a lot of screaming... followed by some “holy shit that was amazing” laughter and then silence.
A few minutes went by and the door opened. My phenomenal, gorgeous, and naked wife walked down the hallway with a quick pace, swaying those hips beautifully. She was a complete mess and as she walked by to get to the kitchen she said, “Hey babe!” like she’d almost been surprised to see me there. I heard her drinking water in the kitchen and then walk back to the bedroom carrying two glasses. She stopped right next to my chair and I could see her entire body glistening with sweat and smelling like pure sex. “Who is winning?” I was staring at her and said, “I don’t know.”
She laughed a sweet laugh and said, “Something a little distracting?!” She stretched her arms out and held the glasses of water to her side and moved her body in a funny, “here it is” kind of way. I realized that some of her hair was matted to her face because she was so sweaty. I had never seen her like this. She bent down and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I was hit with the overwhelming scent of his cum and was so intrigued. I wanted to know what all had happened. She stayed only a few inches from my face and said, “I love you. Be good out here.” I said, “I love you too,” as she disappeared down the hallway.
I didn’t even need to check but I looked down and saw the flesh of my dick sticking through the holes everywhere it could. I sat there and listened to rounds 2 and 3 over the next couple of hours and strained almost the entire time. I knew I was in my heaven. I knew I’d go through hell. And I was so excited.
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