The Chosen Cuckold

My ex-wife Amber meanwhile had hooked up with one of Paul's friends from college who had just moved back into the area. Larry was six foot four, black and a former college football star. He owned a string of nightclubs - strip joints - and bookstores - adult bookstores - and was for all intents and purposes a 'player.' Where Paul was well respected doctor, Larry was into the seedier side of life. Drugs, sex and rock n roll was his lifestyle and he loved having my ex-wife Amber rubenesque body by his side at all times. They reminded me of Ice-T and his wife Coco. When Amber first introduced me to Larry over at Paul and Devon's one night he literally busted out laughing and said,

"You're fucking wit me right? You wasn't married to this thing for real was you?"

I bowed my head and sobbed. Of course they all laughed and told the story of how things had come to be.

"Damn! That's a trip!" Larry said, looking down at me as I knelt there massaging his feet while the other three looked on.

It didn't take me long to discover that while Devon and Paul like to humiliate me, Larry had a particularly cruel streak. He would often slap me for the most minor infraction of some 'rule' he had set up when I visited Amber's house. A house that used to be mine but was now their palace and I was required to clean it and keep it up along with Paul and Devon's. One day as it was pouring rain and Amber and Larry were out to lunch I was busy doing laundry and scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees dressed as Snow White - yes Larry loved making me wear increasingly humiliating outfits - as they sauntered in, I watched huge muddy footprints go across my clean floor.

"The floor is wet! I just washed it!" I said only meaning to alert them but Larry took it as an insult. He pulled me off my feet and slapped my face hard, pulling my wig off and tossing it in the soapy bucket.

"You fucking think I'm blind bitch? You fucking think I can't see that the floor is wet? Do I look like fucking Stevie Wonder to you?"

He kept berating me, slapping me the whole time while Amber followed us into the living room. He ripped at my clothes as he pushed and slapped at me.

"You're worse then some of those fucking cunts that dance for me at the strip club, with their attitude. I'll show you how I put them bitches in their place!"

By this time I was naked and curled up on the floor trembling. Amber sat on the couch and squealed with pleasure. He stripped his heavy leather belt off and began beating me with it. With each stroke I tried to curl up into myself as he whipped away. The belt stung my body and I could feel welts rising on my body. I crawled over and hugged his boot, tears in my eyes, begging him to stop. Amber meanwhile cheered him on as he beat me more. Finally when his rage was almost exhausted, he dragged me back into the kitchen, pulled the soaking wet wig from the bucket and slammed it down on my head. Soapy water ran down my face mixed with tears and makeup as they laughed.

"There bitch! Now finish cleaning the floor and if you ever fucking tell me the floors dirty again, I'll make you sleep outside in the mud!"

With that he took Amber's hand and they made their way to the bedroom.

CHAPTER FOUR

After the beating at Amber's I went home and found a note on the table from Devon and Paul. The note said that Devon was 'redoing' my room and that for tonight I was to sleep in the basement where she had set up a place for me. Now mind you Paul and Devon's house has a basement that would rival most people's living rooms, but as I descended the stairs I saw that Devon had put a blanket and pillow on the cold concrete floor in the very back of the unfinished basement next to a big old tub sink near the washer and dryer. Despondent, I lay on the hard concrete floor and drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke early and served Devon and Paul breakfast in bed. Devon pointed to package on the dresser and told me to go into the bathroom and put it on and come back out and model it for them. It was a sheer pink chemise with a pink tights and a pink thong with 'drippy' spelled out in rhinestones across the front, and a pair of pink fluffy slippers with heels. I teetered my way back out and stood in front of them while they both roared with laughter. Devon then told me she wanted me to see how she had redone my room and her and Paul got out of bed and led me to the other wing of the house where my room was. As she opened the door I wanted to cry. The room was dominated by a little girl's pink canopied bed, with matching pink dresser and desk, the rugs and curtains were pink also. There were unicorns and Strawberry Shortcake and Tinkerbelle stencils on the walls.

"Don't you just love it?" Devon asked, standing there sweeping her arms around the room.

"And look, here's the best part, whenever you're in here you get to look at Devon and I and Amber and Larry in this nice 8x10 framed picture I put on your little nightstand for you!"

I was utterly ashamed and emasculated looking around the room knowing that I would be sleeping here every night. I mumbled,

"It's very um nice."

They both laughed and headed down the hall arms wrapped around each other, her curvy bountiful ass swaying back and forth beneath her white sheer gown. I felt myself growing hard, well as hard as I get knowing that I had had that ass once. I even thought of leaving Amber to be with Devon and now the cruel joke was on me as I would never have either one of them again and it was clear they had me eight ways from Sunday.

I opened my closet to find Devon had replaced every stitch of male clothes save for one pair of jeans and shirt that were in there with female clothes or ridiculously humiliating outfits. There was a life size Tinkerbelle outfit, cheerleading outfits, French maid outfits, a beer garden waitress outfit, leotards, leather and latex wear and all in my size. When I opened the drawers I found more embarrassing items, panties and thongs with 'drippy' on them, stockings, and all in pink. I teetered on my heels as I stood there taking in my new surroundings I looked at the picture on the nightstand, it was of the four of them all lounging on the deck in swimwear, Amber and Devon barely had anything on and again I felt myself getting hard.

"Oh drippy!! Come on down to our room we've got a surprise for you!"

It was Devon in a sing song voice beckoning me. I made my way to their room half falling off my heels as I went and when I walked in they both lay naked on the bed, Paul's massive black cock was covered in cum and Devon's juices. She lay there spread eagled with her blonde hair cascading over her big beautiful tits. "Well don't just stand there; you've got some cleaning up to do! Start with Paul so I can watch and finger myself." It wasn't a request it was an order and I humbly acquiesced and made my way towards the bed. I knelt and began kissing and licking Paul's cock lightly as I knew he liked to be teased and touched gently.

After a fifteen minutes of kissing, licking and lightly sucking he was once again rock hard and had his hand on the back of my head guiding me or I should say forcing my head on and off of his cock. Devon meanwhile finger herself with wild abandon as she watched her former lover laying there all dressed in pink devouring her husband's massive tool.

"I want you to cum in his mouth! You've never done that before, and I want to see him take your load and swallow every drop!" Devon said as if I wasn't even there.

She tapped me on the head. "Do you hear me drippy? I want you to swallow every drop of Paul's glorious cum when he shoots in your mouth. You drip so much as one drop out of your mouth and they'll be hell to pay, his cum is precious."

I merely bobbed my head up and down with the help of Paul's big hand on my head. I felt his balls tighten in my hand as I massaged them while I was sucking his cock. He tightened up and his cock grew rigid in my mouth and then I felt the hot load shooting into the back of my throat. I struggled to keep sucking him and swallowing it all heeding Devon's warning not to spill a drop. As his grip on me relaxed and I swallowed the last of his load, I heard Devon scream out a moan and she too came. I took my mouth off of Paul's cock and Devon said,

"Whew! That was hot I could watch that ever day!"

They turned towards each other in a lover's embrace totally ignoring me as I slipped from the bed and went to do my chores.

CHAPTER FIVE

Amber and Devon conspired to lock me in chastity and only let me out when they had deemed I'd been a 'good boy' as they put it. It was torture as anyone who has every worn a chastity device for any length of time knows. I have the CB3000 and although it's designed to allow the wearer to live a normal life with it on, there's always a constant reminder that it's there. Like the constant clicking of the padlock against the hard plastic, and the ring around your balls and the fact that you must sit to pee (which Amber had trained me to do long before I was ever in chastity. She would say any man whose belly prevents him from seeing his cock when it's hard needs to sit to pee!) and the curious stares from people in public when they know something's not right as they stare at your clicking crotch. Needless to say the four of them loved knowing I was in chastity especially when I was out mowing the lawn or cleaning the pool or doing some menial chore, hoping to attain the status of 'good boy' so I could earn a release. The two keys were held by Amber and Devon and only they could grant my release from my plastic prison. They reveled in the fact that they had this utter control over my orgasms.

Once Paul and Devon went on vacation for two weeks and I was to stay with Amber and Larry. Amber put me through some humiliating things always promising me release. I endured Larry's slaps and taunts, was forced to lick his feet and clean between his toes with my tongue. They required I eat only their leftovers and when I was allowed to eat the few scraps from their table, they would sometimes mix it with Larry's cum or can of cat or dog food and I would be required to kneel at their feet and use only my mouth to eat out of the bowl. I kept my eye on the goal and assured myself that soon Amber would take pity on me and let me cum. She would often call me into the living room when Larry was out and make me stand spread eagled next to the couch while she lounged around in cut off t-shirt with no bra and a tiny pair of panties with her big magnificent thighs on display and she would play with my balls until I was twitching and begging to cum. Of course she would refuse. A couple of times she actually took off the device, played with me watching me get my four inch cock rock hard as she touched and fondled it bringing me right to the edge of orgasm and then she would put a bag of frozen pees on my cock to shrink it back down and put it back in its cage always laughing at me.

I slaved around their house. I washed and waxed the cars, was made to wash Amber and Larry's underwear by hand, scrubbed floors, did yard work, painted rooms, all the while under the watchful eye of Larry or Amber. Once after I had finished detailing Larry's Mercedes he found one tiny spot I had missed with Armor All, he proceeded to stuff the Armor All sponge up my ass and then whipped me with a bamboo switch he always kept handy. I jumped around on the rough concrete floor of the garage in my bare feet my chastity device clicking away as Amber walked in and began cheering Larry on which only made him beat me harder. After the beating I was forced to sit on a chair covered in rough sandpaper for an hour. Unless I was needed in the bedroom or working around the house, I was made to stay in a large dog crate with the lock of my chastity device fastened to the crate making it almost impossible to move. That night I cried myself to sleep in my crate, my ass red, scarred and burning as I listened to Larry and Amber fuck for hours in the bedroom that used to be mine.

Day thirteen found me dying for an orgasm. I had been subjected to humiliations and degradations I never thought I would have to endure. But I knew Amber was a woman of her word and she kept promising me that she would let me have an orgasm before Paul and Devon got home. It was Saturday afternoon and Paul and Devon would be home Sunday night and I would be back in my pink girlie room, but right now I knelt on the floor next to the bed licking Larry's sweaty ass as he had just gotten home from the gym and hadn't showered yet. Amber came into the bedroom and laughed as she saw the sight in front of her.

"Oh my God now there's a sight for sore eyes!! Larry! You're all sweaty! You didn't take a shower after your workout! Ewww! You need to go take a shower! I don't want the bed all sweaty!"

It was obvious she was more concerned with her precious sheets getting sweaty than me licking his sweaty ass.

"I was just having drippy here give me a little pleasure to see if he could earn good boy points for you. So you see I'm always thinking of you! But if you insist I'll go take a shower. Come on drippy you need to give me a shower and maybe I'll let you finish me off in there!"

I followed him into the shower and soaped up his masculine buttocks before delving my tongue back where it had previously been. Larry soaped up the rest of his body as I knelt betting a bath in his sweaty water licking his ass. He washed his cock and balls and started stroking his cock, he turned looked down at me. What a sight I must have been kneeling there, hairless, with breasts that Paul had created, my tiny cock locked in its chastity cage straining to get out my erections at the mercy of whatever dosage of drugs Paul had me on that particular week. The past two weeks he must've had me on a very weak dose because my erections were coming on strong and painful with no release. Amber pulled the shower curtain back.

"Don't waste that hot load on drippy, I want that big beautiful black cock deep inside me."

With that Larry pulled out of my mouth and turned the water off. He stepped from the shower and I immediately toweled him off watching the water glisten off his deep black skin.

"I'll be right with you Sugar, I just have to piss and then I'm all yours!"

He stepped in front of the toilet and Amber said, "Larry make drippy hold your cock while you pee!"

Larry looked down at me.

"You heard your ex-wife, hold my cock while I piss drippy and don't let a drop spill on the toilet seat or there'll be hell to pay."

I took his massive tool in my hand and aimed it at the toilet bowl feeling the pulse quicken in his cock. A golden stream exited his cock and I aimed to make sure that I wouldn't spill a drop. He pissed for what seemed like forever. Amber reached over and gave him a kiss, making him lose his balance and a tiny drip hit the rim and I hoped neither one of them noticed.

"So you gonna let drippy here cum before Devon and Paul get home?" Amber smiled down at me.

"I think so I think he's been a good boy."

My cock was growing in its cage and I so dreamt of the release that had been so long in coming. He stood back and smiled.

"Well I disagree." With that he took the key to my chastity device and tossed it in the toilet and flushed it.

"OH NO!" I screamed. They both laughed and Amber took Larry's hand and led him into the bedroom leaving me kneeling there in tears.

CHAPTER SIX

Needless to say I never got to cum the entire two weeks Paul and Devon were away. As a final twist tot their cruel joke, right before I left Amber's house she played with my balls watching me squirm and telling me right before I left,

"Larry didn't really throw your key in the toilet, that was some other old key he had! I still have your key in a good safe place!"

I bowed my head dejected and walked towards the bus to go back to Paul and Devon's house. I was no longer allowed to drive so I was always forced to take public transportation. And usually it involved some humiliating outfit. Today I wore a pair of woman's pink yoga pants, with a pink leotard over it with 'sexy' written across the front and a pink headband. I kept my eyes down and when the bus driver made a rude comment I mumbled something about being in a play and not having time to change. He snickered knowing it wasn't the truth and I made my way to the back of the bus and sat there dejected.

Back at home Paul and Devon looked radiant, relaxed and tanned as two weeks in Aruba will do to you. I on the other hand, looked haggard and ridiculous. Devon met me at the door.

"There are bags in the car that need to be unloaded and unpacked and laundry needs to be done."

"Yes ma'am." I said making my way to the car to unload three huge suitcases filled with dirty laundry.

I lugged them downstairs to the laundry room, sorted them making sure I kept their underwear in a separate pile for hand washing and then began the task of doing all their laundry and unpacking their suitcases. I lugged the empty suitcases up to the attic and was on my way back down to the cellar when I was summoned into the living room by Paul. I entered and knelt as I was instructed to do and he and Devon looked down at me and I wasn't sure what was coming next.

"Amber tells us you had quite a week."

I wasn't quite sure what that meant. Was I being baited into saying something that would result in punishment or was she being truthful.

"She tells us you were put through a lot which is good for you every now and then don't you agree drippy?"

I gulped and nodded my head.

"Yes ma'am I'm glad I was able to serve Miss Amber and Master Larry to their and your satisfaction and I understand a bad mark on my record is a bad reflection on you."

They both snickered as Paul approached me with a needle. The collagen was injected and my lips immediately began to sting and grow big. I knew I was home and for some weird reason, happy to be there.

Later that night, as Devon lay on the bed naked, her big full hips in full view flipping channels with the remote, I was buried under the covers wearing a pink lace teddy licking and sucking on Paul's cock and balls while he moaned and played with her tits. It was hot and I was sweating as my head bobbed up and down. My lips were swollen to twice their normal size thanks to the injections Paul had given me. Devon's new cruel joke was to feed me Viagra, then lock me in chastity and laugh and watch me squirm. Tonight was no exception. She had fed me two and I hadn't cum in so long I felt as if my balls would burst! Paul's cock grew huge in my mouth and it was hot and warm as I tasted his salty pre-cum and even that aroused me. Finally he roughly pushed me aside and mounted Devon and began fucking her.

"Oh Baby that feels good! You rock my world!" She suddenly giggled.

"I have an idea! Drippy go and get into your cheerleaders outfit and bring you pompoms back with you."

Without saying a word I rushed from the room, changed into my embarrassing pink cheerleader's outfit that was at least one size too small and grabbed my pink pompoms and ran back to their room. I entered and they both laughed out loud.

Devon said,

"Now I want you to cheer Paul on as he fucks me. I want you to make him want to fuck me and you better make it good or there will be hell to pay."

Paul thrust his massive cock back inside her and rode her with all the gusto of a real man. I began dancing and cheering.

"Paul Paul he's our man! If he can't do it no one can! Gimme a p, gimme an a, gimme a u, gimme an l what's it spell? Paul, what's it spell? Paul Yea!"

I went on and on with other cheers making sure to jump up and down and swing my pompoms. They fucked for an hour and I cheered for an hour each time I jumped my chastity device slammed against me. Finally they were through and I scampered to clean Devon's pussy of Paul's cum and Paul's cock. I took to it like a dog to a bone. I was actually beginning to enjoy my cleanup duties.