Still holding my cock, now rock hard and throbbing, he breathed words which were both chilling and perceptive.
“You’re still hard, my little pink princess. I knew you’d be cuckold material.” he mocked as a deliberate taunt, working ever harder at my cock. “That means I can rob you of all your seed, Pinky. You won’t be needing it. Your precious wife has told me wants a baby, but it won’t be from your little weaner, not if there’s no fuel in the tank. You’ll have to let a real man step in to do the breeding for you, yes? And you haven’t got it in you to stop that happening, have you, my little pink puffcake, not now I’m back on the scene?”
I was stunned into silence, too dumbstruck to speak, as his fingers hooked the waistband of my panties. Pulling them down, my ankles were again lifted, leaving me waist-down buck naked.
“Are you ready for what’s coming, my sweet little princess?” Kevin continued his taunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you home shortly when we’ve both had our fun, and after you’ve spilt all your seed.”
With those ominous words, he positioned his hands, and they callously started their work. With one hand now pumping and the other gently kneading, it was only a matter of time. Relentless and ruthless, they stuck at their task, and I knew there’d be only one outcome. Caught in his trap and with no means of escape, I succumbed to a dark wave of acceptance. I shuddered and shook as he stroked me to climax, ejecting my precious white seed. But his hands kept on working despite my sad state, pumping ‘till I was limp, sore and dry. With one hand squeezing my now forlorn cock and his other still cupping my now empty scrotum, Kevin hissed his intent in my ear.
“Your wife’s off the pill and wants to get pregnant. Well, let me tell you, she soon will be, but the seed won’t be from your empty ball-sack. I’m gunna milk you every evening from now on, and you’d better not dare disobey me. It’s either that or a cock cage, which might take some explaining, so make sure you’re ready for my call. When you return to your wife after each evening with me, you’ll have been thoroughly milked ‘till you’re dry. Are we in agreement? Is that what you want? I expect you’ll say it’s OK.”
Still ensnared inside swathes of the upturned bell dress, and with his hand slowly increasing its painful squeeze on my now dangling balls, I resigned myself to my fate. The lacy blue fabric twitched my frantic nods of agreement, as my dry mouth whispered “OK”. I’d nodded to bring an end to the excruciating pain of his grip, but also in defeated acceptance. My virile, white seed was now his to control, and every evening would be wasted away. And with no potent seed I’d have no masculine value, and so nothing to offer my wife. Kevin was claiming all that was mine, and his status had made me back down. He’d muscled back in to steal my self-worth, and I just couldn’t bring myself to say “No!” When we were in college, everyone knew of his fearsome reputation, and when I’d been faced with his sick, twisted menace, I surrendered myself to him without hesitation. In everyday life I’d been a regular Joe, but with him I was a meek, servile wimp. I was still under his spell and he’d seized the advantage, knowing I was still his to command. And to firmly cement his Alpha status, he crushed me with a cruel recollection…
“I remember your face at college when you first saw my beast in all its rage and unrestrained glory. I could tell straight away you were spellbound with awe and wanted to be one of its victims. That’s why you brought your pink panties to the shower that day. You hoped you would tempt me to get close-up and personal. And tempt me you did, you dirty slut whore, and then came to my door like I ordered. You were supposed to be just a one-time thing, did you know that? Just another weak, sissy victim to add another notch to my bedpost. But, hey, who knew our ‘thing’ would go on for so long, and how deep our bond would become? Night after night you’d show up at my door, despite what you’d get once inside. I knew what you wanted the first time you let me push my tongue through your juicy, red lips and explore the depths of your mouth. I’ll freely admit, I was surprised when you started sucking on my tongue and moaning girly moans into my mouth. But I knew right there and right then, that same moaning mouth would open just as easy for my cock. And it did, didn’t it, my sweet, little puffcake, that same night, while you were kneeling at my feet in my dorm-room. But you came back for more, and then again more, until it seemed like you couldn’t keep away. That’s when I realised you were addicted. But it wasn’t just the power and majesty of my cock, was it, my poor little pansy, you came back for more of my seed? You’d enjoyed it that first time and wanted some more, and ended up being hopelessly addicted. And even after I realised it might be ****** or something in my system and I’d put a stop to your blow jobs, you kept on coming right back. Night after night you’d be tapping on my door, waiting ‘till I let you come in. Then I realized something else. I’d become something more to you, hadn’t I? You didn’t come to my room hoping to savour my juices. You came because you wanted to be with me …. spend time with me …. feel the weight of my body laid on yours. That’s why you allowed yourself to become my ass-fuck whore, isn’t it, you poor, little thing? I didn’t need your asshole as a cum-bucket, ‘cos I’d plenty other puppets on a string. But there you were, night after night, all pre-slicked and bending over like a bitch. And that’s why you’ve kept your precious pink panties, huh, ‘cos you’re still a little, sissy-bitch at heart? Well then, my sweet puff-cake, now married and all, your master has returned to take charge. From now on, you’ll answer only to me and do every single thing I goddam tell you. It’s for your own good, Pinky, ‘cos from what I’ve seen, apart from that sweet, sexy wife of yours, you’re wallowing in a lame, pathetic life. Well, just like in college, I’m gonna help you, Pinky. I’m gonna supercharge your dead-end existence by leaps and bounds. You didn’t think you’d aced your exams by yourself, did you, stupid boy? I’d pulled some puppet-stings for you, Pinky, ‘persuaded’ some teachers to doctor your grades to give you a flying start to your life. But you should be doing better than this, and it seems you need more of my help. It’s gonna come with some highs and lows, and there’s never any gain without pain. But you’ll end up in a better place, Pinky, with a much better life for you and that sweet wife of yours. And that is what you want, yes? Tell me I’m right and we’re on the same page. I’m sure you’re going to agree.”
When his hand gave my sore and tender balls an even harder squeeze, I nodded my head in acceptance.
………………….
“Oh, good, your back. Did you have a good time at rehearsals?” chirped Debs as I awkwardly shuffled back into my own home.
“No, not really,” I mumbled as I looked down at the floor.
“I’ve got something to cheer you up. Look at this.” as she flaunted a naughty, black negligee.
“When did you get that?” I asked with hidden dismay, realising where this would be going and trying to show some enthusiasm.
“I bought it today. Nice, huh? I bought it to coincide with ovulation.”
“Oh, great,” I enthused, camouflaging my unspoken “Oh, no!”
“Go grab a shower, hun. The film was, how shall I say, invigorating? Plus, you know how I get when I start ovulating. Tonight’s your night, babe. I need a man.”
With that, I slinked off to take a shower.
…..
“What’s the matter, hun. I hoped tonight would be special?” Debbie cooed in my ear, as my spent manhood lay limp under the bed-sheet.
I made lame excuses, as any man would, but Debs was in the mood for my love.
“Go down on me then. Please give me something. I need it, hun, please”.
She lifted the sheets like a silken, soft tent, and I slid myself down out of view. I worked her with fingers and rubbed with my thumb, but she stopped me just a few minutes in.
“I’m sorry, but that just ain’t doing it. Aren’t you going to use your delicious, hot tongue?” Debbie purred.
“I’m sorry too, hun,“ I answered. “I can’t seem to get into the mood.”
“Well, if you can’t summon the mood, I guess I’ll have to rain-check ‘till tomorrow. But I don’t wanna keep it on hold too long, babe. Ovulation only goes until Sunday.”
I shuffled myself out from under the tent and repeated my apology, which was rewarded with a lukewarm peck on the cheek. Debbie grumped an angry ‘huff’, and with a swirling of bed-sheets she snuggled down …. said ‘goodnight’ ….. and turned her back.
Before I’d left Kevin and whilst still in blonde wig, I’d been on my knees at his feet. With a click of his fingers and a point at the floor, I’d sunk down in total submission. As I knelt down before him I’d meekly complied as he’d made full use of my mouth. He then sent me home, unwashed and still tainted, instructing I go use my tongue.
“Go back to your wife and give her a good licking. You might just do my job for me.”
If his seed had survived, and with Debbie’s ripe eggs ….. It was a risk which didn’t bare thinking.
…………………….
THURSDAY
I came home from work knowing ‘he’ would have been. He wouldn’t miss out on his afternoon chat. Plus, he’d promised a ‘fitting’, with a costume he’d acquired a couple of years ago and which he assured me would look great on my wife.
“What did he bring for you to try on?” I asked, as Debbie marched in from the kitchen, still in a prickly humour. It seemed I was still out of favour, not having sated her pregnancy frustration.
“He brought a big box, if you really must know, containing a Little Bo Peep costume. It was light blue and frilly and looked really gorgeous and I fell in love with it straight away. He said if he helped me to put it on, just to make sure it was fitted correctly, then he guaranteed it would highlight my best features. It looked real cute and was gonna let him help me try it on, but he reminded me it was a reverse fancy dress and he’d brought the wrong box. Maybe some other time, he said, perhaps if I ever went round to his place. He took it away and came back with another box. I’m not supposed to tell you, but it was a full police-officer’s uniform.”
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