Cuckolding as a kink is something I have trouble wrapping my head around. I’ve read scores of stories where everyone ends up getting what they want; the wife gets to fuck big bull dick and humiliate her husband, and the husband gets his kicks in living with the humiliation and reveling in what’s being done to him. And I just don’t get it. I’m trying to understand, I really am, but I’m no closer to getting it than I was at the start of my quest. I keep waiting for a ‘Eureka’ moment,
I’ve noted a lot of BTB LW writers who feel somewhat about it like I do, or are even more draconian in their disgust, have created a scenario where there is no good way out for our hero, then they come up with something wizard or violent. I usually try and put myself in the character’s shoes, and I can usually see only a few real viable avenues, and this is one I keep coming back to in some form or fashion. I know this says something unflattering about me as a human being, but it is what it is.
This is a very short story and is more of a “tell you” than a “show you” tale, which I don’t think I’m very good at. It is both a cucking story and a BTB story, my first for both. It is also fairly dark. And finally, it is of course a work of fiction. Suspend as much disbelief as necessary.
“Most problems can be solved by the proper application of kinetic energy.”
– Seen on a shirt at an RPG convention ca. 1984
The decision to do what was necessary to break free hadn’t been made lightly. Months ago, they had crossed the line – no, they had hyperjumped ten thousand lightyears beyond the line, and I wouldn’t take it more than a second longer than I had to. With everything in place…or close enough, it was time.
It was Friday night before Memorial Day, so the boss was over for the long weekend. He had parked his truck in what used to be my place in the garage and left the Slingshot on its trailer in the driveway. It would be my job tomorrow to dismount it and move the trailer out of the way around the side of the house.
Because of the holiday, they had a long and very painful (for me) weekend planned. They had gone into excruciating detail about it for weeks, building the anticipation for themselves, and the fear for me.
Ben Martin wasn’t only mine and my wife Ellen’s boss, he was also our bull. And in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m the cuck of the household.
They had already eaten the dinner I prepared, and I had cleaned up the kitchen while they were making out in the living room. Once I was done, I had joined them, where she had blown him while I ate her pussy and he drank my… no, his scotch, some JW Blue. When he blew his wad into her mouth, she oh-so lovingly snowballed me, and then they had headed up to the bedroom for more.
They had apparently decided that they needed some ‘alone time’. I guess that’s their term for whatever passes for making love when they don’t want me present. So, they clipped my chain to the U-bolt mounted to the wall outside the bedroom, and I settled in on the dog bed.
I think part of the reason they didn’t want me there is that Ellen still had a shred of decency and pride left, and maybe a small amount of love, or at least empathy for me to not want me to see or hear the sweet nothings they say to each other. Or maybe not. I didn’t have a fucking clue what these aliens thought anymore.
They certainly didn’t have trouble fucking in front of me or proclaiming loudly how much they enjoy that particular act with each other, and to describe in glowing terms the various parts of their anatomies they loved so much in the acts of sex that they shared. Quite the contrary, in fact. They loved degrading and humiliating me. Ellen says it’s part of the excitement and joy she got from the whole situation. She loved it when I was forced to take Ben’s cock for instance, or to suck down his cum, whether from the source of from her various orifices. She says it made her feel closer to me, like we were sharing in his love for us.
I was the first to go to work at McCormick and Martin, a mid-sized law firm in Dallas, Texas, for their IT department. I’m Mike Evers, a network security specialist and was hired as part of Don McCormick’s modernization initiative.
Ellen and I had been married for four years when I started with the firm. Two years later, when an opening came up for a paralegal, Ellen had applied and got hired with no problem. She checks all the boxes and then some. How a five-six four-eyed nerd from Chicago landed a dream queen like her is beyond me, but somehow it happened.
She was excited to be working at the same place that I was, back when we were both in love with each other. And for the first six months or so, she and I drove in together, ate lunch together, and basically treated work as an extension of our life together at home. It was great.
The change began to happen after she was tapped to be Ben Martin’s paralegal. I won’t bore you with the details, as I’m sure you’ve read them often enough in other stories and accounts. Suffice it to say that it all came to a head about four months ago, when my wife came home and we had “the talk”, where she explained the new world order.
This of course was followed up by Ben arriving with a couple of goons to explain it to me in more detail, and to begin my “training” in humiliation, degradation, and servitude. They trotted out all of the standard tropes about divorce not being an option, how powerful they were in who they knew and the influence they wielded, and how they could frame me for child pornography, drug trafficking, and any number of other sins.
Still, I was angry and tried to resist. I was drugged, and then restrained for the shows they began to put on at least in part for my benefit. Then I was beaten and used. It seems that Carl and Nate, the two goons, enjoyed men as much as if not more than women, and I supposedly qualified as a “twink” to them, whatever the fuck that was.
The four of them had every intention of “breaking” me, like a horse, and in the grand scheme of things, it happened fairly quickly. My wife cringed at the blood and tears I shed and the pain I endured, but most of her sympathy was channeled into making me see that if I would just relax and accept it, I’d learn to love it. She began to laugh at their jokes at my expense and took pleasure in actively torturing me both physically and in the systematic destruction of the things I held sacred and precious about our relationship.
My emotions ran the gamut, but as I said, it didn’t take long to knock the resistance out of me. I was defeated and if I didn’t enjoy it at least I accepted it as the new status quo.
It was important to them that I get to that headspace quickly, because they needed me to be able to present a ‘normal’ face to the world and continue to work. This was both because Ellen needed the paycheck, and the firm needed my expertise.
They curtailed a lot of my other activities and tried to cut me off from resources like money and unmonitored communication, but they were only serious about it for about a month. Ellen ‘took charge’ for a while after that, but she was bored by the minutia of daily life management, so all of the things I had done before I started doing again. The difference was I needed to present her with daily ledgers and reports, but she really only read them for less than another month.
They needed the world to think that I was still me, and that life was good. It took about six weeks before I think they were secure in my acquiescence. And by then, I was exactly the cuck they had turned me into.
The thing is though, I never actually accepted any of it. I’m an RPG tabletop gamer, computer gamer, and a voracious reader of fiction and non-fiction both. Most important things I’ve learned in my life have come from those things. They had hit me with their strengths, with overwhelming odds, and hit me in areas that I am weakest. I held on and fought back with my strengths, the greatest of which are intelligence and patience.
I am naturally shy and somewhat quiet, although my gaming buds would argue otherwise. I swim and run, but I’ve never lifted a weight in my life, other than to move furniture and computer gear. I don’t like real confrontation, but it’s mostly because I believe in live-and-let-live, not because I’m afraid. And I worshiped Ellen and deferred to her for most things in our lives. This was because I loved her more than life itself, and because I didn’t really care which choices were made. The few times that I did have an opinion, I usually pushed back hard, but they were few and far between.
Overall, then, I’m sure they thought me a wimp. I’m guessing that in comparison to Ben, Ellen must have decided I wasn’t worthy of her respect any longer.
But I’m not a wimp and never have been. I know my weaknesses, and so I knew pitting them against their strengths was futile. But I also know my strengths, and so when they got comfortable with the status quo, I got to work.
They had dehumanized me, and in so doing dehumanized themselves in my eyes. They represented all that is wrong with humanity. They were lower than roaches. I would say they were slime molds, but I’ve actually come to respect and admire slime molds of late (you should see the cool things they have discovered about the intelligence of slime molds, no shit), so no, they were lower than slime molds.
My anger had congealed into a ball of cold rage, and for them, including my loving wife, I felt nothing but revulsion and contempt. Fueled by this, in month two I began to engineer my escape and a shit-ton of payback. I was going to remove them from the equation.
I made sure that I discovered all of their means and devices for tracking my activity and movements and created workarounds. Then I installed my own. This included cameras and mics in my home, and at the office. I also put spy apps on computers and phones. Using the firm’s resources, I staged all data through their infrastructure and into several cloud storage accounts.
I pulled up some old books in my e-reader library, some I hadn’t read in years. They were mostly the works of Tom Clancy, David Morrell, and William Diehl, and I confirmed some things that my memory told me I learned in their books.
By month three, I was ready to put things into motion. That included using my best spy craft to disappear for a few hours occasionally. Within those windows I would do things like going to the bank, renting machine shop time and working in it, going to a couple of gun shows in Mesquite and Ft. Worth, going to several gun ranges, and going to various stores scattered across the metroplex.
And now I’m back to Friday, a little over four months after “the talk”. It was about 9:30 at night. I was nude, wearing my collar and cock cage, and laying on the dog bed at the side of the double doors into the master bedroom, my chain snapped to the wall. The doors were closed and locked, but I knew Ben would be coming out in a few to make sure the house was secure before turning in for the night, and like clockwork, he did.
He reached over and unsnapped my chain. It was never locked, so I could run and fetch things if they needed me to, but I was forbidden from undoing it myself unless they gave me permission. They always undid it at night, though, because they didn’t want the mess of me having to go to the bathroom in the hall.
Also, according to habit, a few moments later Ellen came out to check on me. She gave me a light kiss and pull out some of Ben’s cum from her freshly fucked cunt, holding her messy fingers up for me to lick and suck clean. She then petted me and told me she loved me, and then the two of them went back into the room and locked the doors. Within a few minutes they began to again fuck loudly, so I could hear her exclaim how much she loved him and how great he was in the sack. Finally, I heard Ben turn on his white noise machine, and they fell asleep.
I waited ninety minutes, then headed down to my office. I removed a large number of 3.5 and Pathfinder books from the bottom shelf of one of my bookcases, pulled open the floor wall vent the missing books exposed, and removed the contents.
The chastity cage I wore was good quality stainless steel, and the lock was incredibly high quality. But it was still a luggage lock, and a small set of bolt cutters went through it like a hot knife through butter.
I dressed myself, and then put on a clean-room suit, booties, and gloves. Finally, I pulled out the most important tool of the night, the instrument of my final retribution against the two main initiators of my ordeal.
I grabbed a T-key, headed out to the living room where I grabbed Ben’s work laptop. I booted it up and signed in using his credentials, and then attached the Bluetooth HDMI connector, and headed back up the stairs.
I used the T-key to open the door to what used to be my bedroom. I walked in and put the computer on the nightstand next to Ben’s sleeping form. Then I stepped back and turned on the overhead light and the bedside lamp on his side, raising the gun in my hand.
“Wakey, wakey campers!”
They both came awake slowly. Ben was blinking against the light while Ellen looked at me in puzzlement. “Mike? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“What’s wrong? A cruel, heartless bitch replaced the woman that I love. Top that all off with a side of asshole sleeping in my bed and fucking said heartless bitch.”
By this time, they were both somewhat awake. They both looked concerned, but neither looked frightened yet. Weird that. I mean, if you had been roused from a sound sleep by someone in a Casper suit holding a gun on you, wouldn’t you be at least a little afraid? I guess they really didn’t respect me and couldn’t believe I posed any sort of danger to them.
Ben was – well not really angry yet, but certainly blustery and put out. He said sternly as he started to get out of bed, “Listen here, cuck -”
I shot out the bedside light that was six inches from him as he moved to stand. The Ruger Mk. IV, fitted with a Banish 22 suppressor, a green laser sight, and a home-made brass-catcher made a sound like a BB gun. It was altogether unimpressive, but the lamp jerked and rocked, and the bulb flashed, popped, and sparked rather energetically as it shattered. Ben jumped back into bed, and suddenly they both looked at me with dawning fear.
“Good,” I said. “Now, Bennie, I’ve got three of your banking apps open on your laptop there oh the bedside table. Taped to your laptop screen is a list of accounts. You will log in and transfer every dime from all three banks into those three accounts, one account per bank. I have my tablet here connected so I can watch what you do on your computer, so be a good boy and only do what I have asked you to do. No more, no less, or I will start shooting pieces of you off.”
He started to do as I instructed, then he looked at me and said, “No fucking way, you wimp cocksucker! You don’t have the balls -”
His left foot was pulled up in front of him on the bed, that left leg acting as a table for the laptop. I had meant to take only the last joint of the little toe, but I’m not that good, even with the laser sight. Instead, the bullet hit just to the inside of the base of the little toe. The toe was raggedly severed from the rest of the foot and flopped over to hang by a small bit of flesh and sinew. There was a little bit of red mist, but not nearly as much as I was expecting.
It took him and Ellen a second to realize what had just happened, then he screamed, and she joined him. I let them go on for about half a minute while he tried to wrap it in the sheet. As they began to wind down, they both looked at me. They both had fear in their eyes, but Ben, in addition to being in pain was also angry…really angry.
And I laughed. “I warned you. Oh, come on, Bennie! Did that make you mad, there buddy?”
Through gritted teeth, he growled, “You limp-dicked piece of shit. I am going to fucking end you, you sorry motherfucker.”
“Jesus, Bennie! Language! There are sluts present, and we don’t want to offend her dainty ears. I mean, they are the only holes on her body that haven’t had cum in them, at least that I am aware of.”
Ellen sobbed loudly. Tears were running down her face. “God, Mike, do you hate me that much? I thought you liked what we were doing to you.”
“You’re kidding, right? Did we discuss it even one time when there wasn’t a threat of bodily harm and pain? Did we ever discuss it before it all started? Did you have ANY idea FROM ME… how I would react to this? No. No to all of those. And it became clear it was because you either didn’t care what I felt or were too selfish or stupid to see it for what it was.”
I turned back to Bennie. “Now, do what I tell you, or I’m going to start blowing more things off, and I may not be satisfied with starting at your feet next time, but might move higher.”
Bennie transferred the funds. I took note of what he was doing carefully and confirmed something I already knew about him. He was a very smart man, but when it came to daily, mundane things, he was like most people; lazy.
I then took his laptop back and sent a number of precomposed e-mails out. Then, I unlocked their phones with their biometrics, and then turned off all security locks for both.
While I did that, I said, “Bennie, my man, I just told a number of people that you and Ellen are leaving the country for a long vacation together…three weeks. So, no one will miss either of you for a while.”
I felt…cold. Not cold as in shivering, but cold as in detached. They were less than insects to me. They were not human beings. I thought through the steps to make sure I hadn’t missed one. Once I was sure, I knew it was time for the end of this particular game.
I said to them, “I used to hate you both so very much. For the longest time, I created all of these fantasies about torturing you both slowly and being merciless. The hate kept me warm at night when you would turn the heat down in the house and not let me even have a blanket.
“Now though, the hate has become more a distant disgust. Neither of you belong in the human race anymore. So, I am going to send you away. You’ll likely end up in Mexico somewhere. You might eventually make it back to the U.S., but I wouldn’t bet on it. Let’s start with you Bennie. Face away from me and get on your knees on the floor so I can zip-tie your hands behind you.”
He slowly did, Ellen watching me carefully. I said to her, “You move, he dies first. Then you second. Got it?” She nodded, wide-eyed.
He got down onto the floor, and I did zip tie his wrists behind his back. I then said, “Stay there, Bennie.”
I walked to the other side of the bed. “You’re next Ellen. On your knees, back to me.”
She looked up at me. “If you let me face you, I can suck your dick. I’ve gotten so very good at it.”
“Ellen, I appreciate the offer. I really do. But the truth is, I wouldn’t touch your skanky ass, or any other part of you with my grandaddy’s rotting dick. Now, get on your knees facing away from me.”
After I secured her, I walked back to the other side, though I stood at the foot of the bed. I said, “Thank you both for the previous five or so months. I’d like to say it’s been fun, but that would be a lie. Instead, I’ll just say goodbye.”
The Ruger coughed twice in a classic double-tap. The two lead hollow-point bullets entered the back of Ben’s head at a slightly downward angle, and he collapsed like a marionette with the strings cut.
Ellen screamed, and began sobbing loudly, saying “No…no…no…” I ignored her.
There hadn’t been much spray or splatter, and there wasn’t nearly as much blood from the wounds as I had expected. I lifted him by the hair and looked at his face and front carefully. There were no exit wounds. Huh… It looked like there wouldn’t be much if any blood pooled on the carpet.
Apparently, the professional hitters of the last century, particularly the ’70’s and ’80’s if the fiction I used to read then could be believed, knew their shit when it came to the best caliber with which to kill.
I walked to the other side of the bed. “Ellen, I really was thinking I would send you both into slavery in Mexico. But I decided there were too many unknowns to let Bennie off that way. This way, I know he will never come for me. But what about you? What should I do with you?”
“Please, Mike…PLEASE! Don’t kill me…please…”
“How about a Mexican whore house? Does that sound exciting? All the cock you could ever want? A steady diet of cum and tortillas, two of your favorite things?”
Still sobbing, she started nodding. “Anything, Mike. I’ll do anything…”
“Okay, sweetheart. Shhhh…”
“Mike…I’m…I…”
For some reason, I suddenly had a pang of compassion for her. I sat on the bed beside her and gently touched her hair. She flinched, and I said, “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I began stroking her hair gently, and she began to cry more, though now it seemed to be from relief. She was quietly saying “Thank you…thank you…” through the tears.
I said, “I’m not like you, Ellen. I have no desire to see you suffer. I did for so long, but now that I’m here…” I shook my head. “I loved you so much, Ellen. You were the sun and the moon to me. The end-all be-all of the perfect love. I loved and trusted you with all that I was, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust or love like that again. Especially now, after what I’ve endured at your hand.
“But I’m not angry over that anymore. Not really. So, no torture, or slavery, or weeks of non-stop sex till your mind is broken. I will spare you all of that for the love I once had for you.”
She leaned over and kissed my hand. “So, what are you going to do with me?”
“I think we are going to take a trip together. Someplace where you can see the night sky forever, clear, and beautiful, so you can look at the stars, like we used to.”
She was nodding now, still crying, but I think relieved. I stood up and said, “Let me get a pair of cutters for those bindings.”
“It sounds so nice, Mike. Maybe we can talk about how we can put this all behind us. I love you so much -”
In that moment, in that thought, I turned her off with another double-tap to the back of the head. I hope she was thinking about really loving me, rather than subterfuge. Either way, I think she had no longer been afraid, and at the end there, that was what I wanted for her. I needed to rid the world of her, if only for my own sanity. But I didn’t want her to suffer anymore.
I turned her so I could see her face. I sat and looked at her for a while…I don’t know how long, and tried to process what I was feeling. There was some regret, but not for what I had just done, only that it had been necessary.
The first thing I did after I got up to start the next phase of the plan was sending out the text messages to the party guests invited for the weekend. I sent the texts from Ben’s phone and made sure to send personal cancelations to Carl and Nate. I tentatively scheduled a get-together with them in three weeks.
Then the hard work began. Lots of trash bags and duct tape, plastic tarps, cardboard boxes with ID stamps and shipping labels on them from IKEA, and lots of rice and coffee.
Once I had both bodies wrapped, packed, boxed, and tucked in the back of his truck under the locked bed cover, I started in on cleaning the bedroom. I would eventually get rid of the furniture and replace it, but for now, I started the process of spraying down and scrubbing the walls, ceiling, and furniture and Rug-Doctoring the floor with enzymes, bleach, and carpet detergent. I changed the covers on all pillows and scrubbed down the cushions on the chairs. The sun had been up for about three hours before I was finished.
I packed a small amount of luggage for each and loaded that plus all of the waste from the clean-up that didn’t go down the drain into the back of the truck as well. I flushed the drains with chemical cleansers and a blockage clearing high-pressure hose. Then I made a pot of coffee and had some breakfast.
I went to the bank shortly after they opened and got to my safety deposit box, where I put some of the valuable things I needed to store securely, such as Ben’s laptop and the contents of his briefcase.
Their phones I had on and charged and would continue to monitor them for a few days.
I spent the rest of the day doing things I would normally do around the house, including taking a nap. Then I also sent vacation notifications to a few friends and set my own out-of-office notifications at work. Finally, I put a mail stop on the mail.
At about midnight, I blew up my Ellen and Ben stand-ins and put them in the truck, seatbelts on. It was a crew-cab F250 XLT, and I put her in the back seat. I then made sure that everything was squared away in the house, and finally opened up the garage and hooked the Slingshot on its trailer to the truck.
I went through my mental checklist one more time, and finally hit the road. I stayed on I-20 to Colorado City, then I headed south on 163. I hit I-10 at Ozona, and followed it to 67, where I again headed south. Just before I hit the border I switched plates on the truck, and then crossed the border into Mexico at Presidio, which became Ojinaga on the Mexican side.
Along the entire route, I dropped off little bits of evidence, mostly trash, in waste bins at rest stops and truck stops along the way, and some I ended up burying in the desert dirt beside the highway when I needed to stop and there wasn’t a piece of civilization within twenty miles or so. This included my Ellen and Ben stand-ins. I had pulled them down once I left Dallas, as they had served their purpose.
Finally, once in Mexico, I answered a few text messages on both Ben and Ellen’s phones, sent a few more e-mails, and then shut them off.
I headed north along the single paved undivided road that ran a mile or two off of the Rio Grande’s track until I hit the dirt road that I followed into the rough desert. Here I started to stop periodically, scattering the remainder of the two boxes of ammunition, the empty casings, and the bits and pieces of the gun.
This road eventually led me into the north end of the Cañón y Sierra del Pegüis Protected Natural Area. I found a spot in a saddle and buried Ben and some of his crap, like his phone, watch and wallet. I put him a little over four feet deep.
I drove a couple of miles further on until I found a nice spot on the slope of a hill. I spent the rest of the day there, and once evening came, I dug another hole, again about four feet deep, and put Ellen in it. I made sure it was facing up. I turned out all of the lights, and the dark descended. It took me a few moments for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, the Milky Way in all its glory was arrayed above us in the night sky. The dry desert air made the stars crisp and clear, and even though I knew it wasn’t true, for a moment I thought I could see every star in the galaxy above us.
“Look, babe, how beautiful. Like that night we spent in Canyon de Chelly.” I looked around, and realized I was crying. I guess I still had some love for the bitch.
“This is a really pretty spot, and there is shade here for you from the rock wall and the tree there, and at night, you’ll have that view.” I turned on my small lantern and grabbed my shovel. “I’m going to cover you up babe, so you stay cool in the summer and warm at night and in the winter.”
After she was covered, I said, “I hope you find some peace and rest, and perhaps I will see the you that I loved so much when this journey is over for me. I will look for you.”
I sat with her for another hour before I headed back. I left the truck, keys in it, in El Paradero, and took the Slingshot to Arroyo Melado, where I was able to get it across the river and then across the quarter mile of desert to 170. From there it was back to Presidio, then a leisurely drive to San Antonio, where I spent the rest of the week.
I made it home on Saturday, a week after I left. I left everything as it was, as if I was expecting them back, and went back to work the following Monday. I reported them missing two weeks later. A lot of departments and agencies from the U.S., Texas, and Mexican governments got involved, but nothing was ever found.
I was questioned, of course, and my role in their relationship came to light. But that pretty much dismissed me as a suspect to any foul play. The consensus was that I was too much of a wimp.
I stayed in the house and at the firm for another ten years before I left for Europe. I had several long-term relationships over the years, but never could pull the trigger on marriage. I finally settled down with Sanna Halonen, a lovely Finnish woman that didn’t need the ring to latch onto me and could put up with my fucked-up-ness, and we ended up in Australia and the South Pacific. She was also very tolerant of the other woman in my life.
You see, Ellen never left me. The Ellen I loved, and who loved me, would come to me, usually at night, but not always. She didn’t ignore what had happened, took ownership of it, and a few times she tried to explain to me, but none of that person remained in her. She also accepted my actions, and only wished that I hadn’t had to take those steps, because of what it did to me. Ultimately, she helped me move past most of the horror of the whole thing and helped me find some normalcy in my life.
I don’t know if she was a fanciful version of my subconscious, my one schizophrenic hallucination, or a ghost. She would never say, but ultimately it didn’t matter. She would often comfort me in my darkest moments. She came with less frequency once I settled in with Sanna, but she was still there. She has promised that we will be together again in the end, and I believe her.