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Ever since late June my wife, her girlfriend, Melissa and I have been dominated by a man I call Luca. Luca holds my key and enjoys the two women in a free use arrangement within set time blocks during each week. It’s unusual for either of the women to allow themselves to be dominated by a man—Luca was the first for both of them—but it was his requirement to join us. Ultimately the women were okay with the arrangement mostly because there was always an end date. Luca returns home to Europe this month. In late November the women proactively set a date to terminate our current arrangement which was the second weekend of January. Luca was fine with it since he said he has some people to say “goodbye” to.
Life is complicated though and as it turns out that weekend wasn’t great for the four of us to get together. However, with Melissa being gone the weekend before Luca thought it would be a perfect time for just the three of us (my wife, me, and him) to get together for one final (non standard) threesome. We happily agreed to host him.
Luca has the sex drive of a 20 year-old but even with that the two women drain most of his libido. He’s bisexual as am I and I was really hoping for more interaction with him, but as the cuckold and the submissive and being third on the list I knew going in that I would have to be okay with the scraps. Luca finally topped me in October when he threw me a bone (pun intended) after declaring that I was his only point of sexual contact for the month. (I wasn’t even allowed to see the women naked.) Once the ice was broken between us though Luca made it a point to take me each week which has been very enjoyable.
When my key was passed from Melissa to Luca in late June it came with the well established rules surrounding my chastity—namely single digit orgasms per year with a strong lean towards “the fewer the better”. Luca’s domination of me was mostly an afterthought, a few moments here and there outside of my minor role in the larger scenes involving the women. I would fluff and clean him up, eat his cream pies, and lick his cum off of the women’s bodies. The only thing he had for me before he started sliding his magnificent dick into my ass was denial and a few random acts.
When Luca appeared on our doorstep that day I picked up a different vibe. My instincts ended up not being wrong. He presented me with a present which turned out to be a ball gag (thankfully it was one of those that has a hole in it to make breathing a bit easier). His present for my wife was a new captive bead ring for her navel piercing (a piercing that she got at the request of another young man who enjoyed her before Luca was in the picture).
Within minutes we found ourselves naked and in the bedroom, Luca’s gorgeous uncut cock swaying whenever he moved, mine pierced, locked, mostly hidden inside its unrelenting prison, and rendered useless, my wife’s pussy and beautiful landing strip that terminates just above her clit on display for me and Luca to drink in with our greedy eyes. Right then I was struck with the cold hard fact that with the ball gag in play Luca was going to the be only one getting her pussy.
I was standing and awaiting instruction when Luca told me to hit the shower and “prep to get fucked”. Reluctantly I entered the bathroom thinking he was just telling me now so he could enjoy my wife solo. Sure enough when I walked out of the bathroom 20 minutes later my wife was on her hands and knees sucking Luca’s cock. Luca tapped her cheek and pulled himself out of her greedy mouth. He then told me to take a seat in the kitchen chair that had been placed near the end of the bed.
In short order I found myself plugged, gagged, seated, and each wrist cuffed to the back supports of the chair. Luca was half mast when he started unlocking my cock and full mast when he started wiping me down with a damp wash cloth. And then something remarkable happened. He told me to slide my ass forward on the chair and he dropped to his knees and pulled me into his mouth. Holy fuck.
I’ve now had the pleasure of having sex with ten different men, but because that dimension of my sex life has happened all after we decided on 24/7 chastity my cock has been locked every time. Zero exceptions. My head was swimming and at one point I felt like I might go soft but Luca’s skill overwhelmed me. He was good. No, he was great, easily the best I’ve ever had. He assaulted my frenum and my pee hole with deft tongue work, took in my entire length easily, and didn’t relax his lips a bit. I could feel the ridge of my glans compress as it passed in and out of his mouth. He sucked each ball and kissed the entire length of my cock. He paused to lift up his own dick and frot me, and to show me how overmatched I was. He was huge compared to me—much thicker, several inches longer, his balls overwhelmed mine in size. At one point he even docked me by pressing his head into mine and sliding his foreskin over my dick—swallowing mine with his own.
Then he dropped back down and finished me off in his mouth with no hands—same as I’ve done for him many times. It took only a few seconds before I realized what he was up to.
When Luca stood up his cock was raging, ready to fuck, and dripping. His generous foreskin which usually completely covers the head was stressed and allowing a peak of the tip. He was as hard as he could be. Now he was going to fuck my wife with me watching, twisted up in the throes of post nut clarity—something I’ve never had to deal with since chastity is a constant when others are in our bedroom. I was smug though since my denial is so ardent, and has been for the last ten years that a single orgasm only just starts to scratch the surface. Whatever chemically happens in my brain busting nut just once these days doesn’t give me much clarity or a drop in horniness—and that allowed me to thoroughly enjoy the next 40 minutes.
They made love, Luca and my wife. Slow sensual, rhythmic. And then they would fuck intensely and then slow down again. Rinse and repeat. Finally after a handful of positions Luca came inside my wife while pinning her down in missionary and burying himself in her. Instead of pulling out he rolled over and then held her tightly until he grew soft and fell out—which allowed everything to spill out onto him. He then had my wife lick and suck every part of his manhood clean.
After a short break I found Luca back between my legs, stroking me hard and pulling my head between his lips. This was definitely off script. The rules surrounding my chastity are clear—a minimum of at least three weeks between orgasms. Once that’s satisfied then you can do with me what you want—make me wait another three minutes or three years—if you’re holding my key it’s up to you. But the three week rule is one of those that can be and sometimes is broken. My wife and Melissa did it last September when I fucked both of them in a single afternoon. And my wife did it at least once before when she gave me three orgasms in a single New Year’s Day a few years ago.
And then it hit me that Luca probably knew me well enough from interviewing us that he was going to give me multiple orgasms so he could push me over into post nut clarity. Only then could I finally watch my wife get taken by another man without the benefit of a masking hormonal haze. I could finally realize the full depth of what it means to be a cuckold. Fuck.
Other thoughts swirled in my head. I was mentally unprepared for this—had no game plan whatsoever. My wife is usually so stingy with my orgasms that dealing with the post nut issue is not even on my radar. Maybe Luca saw the panic register on my face because he started taking breaks from worshiping my cock to talk to me. He cupped my balls and held them tightly, “I’m going to drain them so you will remember this.”
Then he gave me quite a bit of hand work. Just when I thought he was going to finish me off he stood up and removed the ball gag and pushed his cock into my mouth. Finally, something that made sense. But it was short lived. After a minute he reversed and I found myself once again gagged with my cock being forcefully sucked. I tried to last too long, tried to talk him out of it, but again, his skill overwhelmed me.
My first orgasm after a long period of denial (and they are all long periods of denial for me) has a rather large component of annoying minor pain because I cum with such force. The second orgasm which I’m almost never allowed is usually amazing. This time was no different, I practically had a full body orgasm as a huge wave of warmth flowed through my body, my nipples tingled as did the top of my head. I could feel my orgasm in the palms of my hands and in the soles of my feet. Luca stood up and proudly wiped his mouth and then walked over to my wife and kissed her deeply.
Love/hate is the phrase, isn’t it? Because that’s what I felt as I watched Luca make love to my wife a second time. What particularly registered for me though was my wife’s passion and hunger. I’ve watched plenty of porn in my day and it was always easy to see when the woman wasn’t into it. The hottest clips though, the ones that still play in my mind years since I’ve seen them are the ones where the woman is truly enjoying herself—she makes no apologies about it. And my wife enjoyed herself. She even put a fine point on it when riding Luca in the cowgirl position she suddenly pulled a leg back and lifted one of his to place hers underneath. It was a modified amazon/scissor position and enough to trap Luca in place. He barely moved as she used his leg in the air to balance and hold as she continued to relentlessly ride and grind his beautiful cock. I’ve probably heard Luca cum nearly 100 times and never have I heard him emit sounds like the ones he did then. Instead of waiting for him to go soft my wife, still enjoying herself, pulled off and sucked his cock clean.
I was nearly in tears overwhelmed with the beauty of it but, also absolutely racked with envy with a tinge of regret. I realized it has been years, more than a half decade at least, since I’ve had my wife in such a robust way. Chastity and denial has fucked my stamina—and we fucked it even more when we intentionally trained me to have a hair trigger from full penetration. I found myself wondering if I had been truly cuckolded until just then, my shield of horniness forcefully lifted away with back to back orgasms.
Before I could dive further into my thoughts I was faced with practical matters as I watched Luca and my wife crawl under the covers to take a well earned post-coital nap. Between my two orgasms Luca gave me a bathroom break (not only did he watch but he made me sit so I wouldn’t have to touch my freed cock), but now there was a spot on my back that was starting to itch. Not only that but I had been sitting on that chair for more than two hours and my ass was starting to get sore.
Another 20 minutes passed before my wife slid out from under the covers and walked into the bathroom. When she came out she kissed me on the cheek and ran her fingers through my hair. I smelled like their mingled orgasm. She slid in next to Luca and woke him up by stroking his cock. he rolled over and started kissing her neck. Something was said too low for me to hear it. They both laughed. And then Luca lifts his head up and looks at me and then pulls back the covers to display yet another magnificent erection. It was then I realized that he was planning on fucking me. Surely not still?
We’re big fans of the three orgasm visit from the regular. By the time we do all of the prep—change the sheets, clear the schedule, shower, shave, inspect, and do a few other things we like the visit to be a lengthy one. We want the Third to leave happy, nearly drained, looking forward to coming back. So if Luca was ready for the third round then why not take her again? Clearly she still wanted more of him. Of course, all of this was just me trying to comfort myself that it didn’t make sense for him to still want to fuck me.
There it was again—post nut clarity. I love getting fucked by Luca (or any other guy I’ve had the pleasure to bottom for so far) but I didn’t want to be fucked then.
It’s a common theme for a person in my position to be a bit tortured—many times what the body wants the mind doesn’t and what the mind wants the body doesn’t. My mind told me that as a submissive I wanted him to take me, wanted him to make me his fuck toy, wanted to be his cock sleeve—but my bodily desires were no longer there. My cock wasn’t raging, my ass wasn’t craving penetration, my balls no longer ached. I didn’t need sexual release because it had already been given.
But that didn’t matter, and in our dynamic it shouldn’t. (For the consent hounds: if I wanted to pull the plug I could have used my safe word.) My needs come second to everyone else’s. I kept reminding myself of that as Luca uncuffed and then had me stand. He had me grab the footboard and then he pulled the plug from my ass. I could hear him behind me lubing up his cock. With both hands grabbing my hips he slid himself into me with a single motion.
Two orgasms into the day I knew he was going to be taking his time with me and I was doing some mental work trying to get myself relaxed. I was being used and that was great mentally but I was trying to get to a place where I could at least enjoy some of the physical aspect. Instead of moving inside me Luca seemed frozen behind me until his hand reached around and found my limp dick. I go soft when penetrated—a lot of bottoms do—and Luca knows that. I didn’t understand why he was checking and totally missed the obvious until he started stroking me—he was going to jack me off, give me yet another orgasm just to make sure I had complete post nut clarity before he fucked my ass.
He got me hard quickly and then continued unabated. My wife wearing a wry smile and sitting up at the head of the bed slid her hand underneath the sheets and started stroking herself. I tried to get some friction in my backdoor and pull away from Luca but he just pushed himself back deeper. His other hand wrapped over my mouth and pulled my head back. I couldn’t even see him working me below. I felt my orgasm well up once again and I pushed over the edge, my cock spasming, my asshole clenching him tightly.
Luca then slid his hand up from my shaft and started aggressively stroking my head until I was overstimulated and squirming. Once I was completely on the other side of pleasure Luca started moving in my ass. And then he took forever. Twice he pulled out to reapply lube and to intentionally break his progress towards orgasm. Finally he picked up his pace and pushed deep inside me and came loudly. He held me tightly and stayed inside me as long as he could. Right before he fell out he told my wife to lock me up.
My day was nearly over, but not before Luca had me join him in the shower so I could wash his entire body for him. After I toweled him off he had me drop to my knees and rim him. Somehow his mouth being on my cock last instead of mine on his just didn’t seem right so I was quite happy when he turned around and plunged into my mouth. He didn’t cum for me though. He saved that for my wife—or so I’m told because I never saw them together the rest of the night since I was sent to the guest room.
The next morning before he left I asked Luca if I could do one last thing for him. He smiled and said he’d be happy to help me out. So for the last time I dropped to my knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt, and then I took his beautiful cock out of his pants, rolled back his foreskin and sucked and kissed the head. Then I took his balls out and kissed and sucked each one. I looked up when I was finished and I thanked him for the last six months.
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