Training my whore's cuckcold
Although I had boys around town, my arrangement with Kyle and Tony was something different—something I’d never had before. A married couple at my beck and call. One of them, hungry and needy, always ready for me anytime, anywhere. The other, his husband, living to be humiliated, stripped of his pride, watching from the sidelines. I won’t lie—this setup made me feel powerful as hell. There was a clear hierarchy: me at the top, Kyle spread and eager beneath me, and Tony even lower than that. The arrangement was simple—when I wanted to fuck, I called Kyle. His ass was always ready. If Tony wasn’t home, I’d leave behind a little reminder so he knew I’d been there. But when he was, that was even better. Watching his husband’s face as I worked Kyle over was its own kind of reward. I always made sure to rub it in—pointing out how much more Kyle enjoyed me than him, how his husband’s body and mind belonged to me now, and how Tony was nothing more than the man paying the bills.
Most nights went the same. I’d text Kyle that I was coming, give him thirty minutes to get himself ready. By the time I pulled up to their driveway, I made sure to gun my bike so loud he heard it. A warning. A reminder. He better be ready for me.
The door was always unlocked. A cold beer waiting on the counter. My helmet hit the table. I pounded the beer, pausing before I went to the bedroom. This is where I’d find Kyle—naked, ass in the air, a plug buried in his hole just waiting for me to pull it free.
I’d grab him by the hips, yank that plug out, and rub my dirty hands across his stretched rim. Still greasy and sweaty from the garage, my shirt stuck to me, jeans stained with oil, I didn’t even bother cleaning up. He didn’t need me clean—he just needed me. My cock came out of my pants, and I shoved it into him with one brutal thrust. His moan told me all I needed to know. Even with the plug, he wasn’t ready for the size of me.
His cries and eagerness just made me drive it deeper.
Sometimes I’d pull out and rim him, licking the taste of sweat and pre-cum off his hole, making sure he was dripping by the time Tony walked through the door. I wanted him messy, used, owned, and begging for more before his husband even stepped inside.
I always knew when Tony was close. Thirty minutes after I arrived, like clockwork. The sight of my bike in the driveway told him exactly what he’d find inside, and still he walked in. Helmet on the table. Empty beer bottle. And his husband already bent over the bed, spread wide on my cock.
He’d stop in the doorway like he was surprised, like he hadn’t known what he was walking into. But we both knew better. I loved that moment—me buried balls-deep inside Kyle, his husband standing there, useless, watching another man take what should’ve been his.
That’s where the real fun began. The fuck itself was good, but watching Tony watch me fuck his husband? That was better. Power at its purest. Kyle needed me so badly, moaning like an animal, while Tony could do nothing but stand there and take it. I’d make sure he knew it. Make sure the words cut deep.
“See that, Tony?” I’d growl, pulling Kyle’s head back so he could look at his husband while I pounded him. “He doesn’t make those sounds for you. Only for me. He’s mine now. His ass, his mind, all of it belongs to me. You’re just the wallet keeping the lights on.”
Tony’s jaw would clench, his hands twitching at his sides, and that’s when I’d notice it—the bulge straining in his slacks. No matter how humiliated he felt, no matter how deep the sting of my words, watching me take his man turned him on. Every damn time.
And that was when I’d put the knife in deeper.
“Move your hand away,” I’d snap when I caught him reaching for his crotch. “You don’t touch yourself unless I say so.”
He always obeyed.
I grabbed Kyle by the hips and spun him so he was on his back, legs spread wide, ass hanging off the edge of the bed. My cock never left him. I shoved back inside in one hard stroke, making him cry out, his head tilting toward the doorway where Tony stood frozen.
“Look at him, Tony,” I growled, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down onto Kyle’s body as I hammered him. “Look how much he needs me. Look how he opens up for my cock like he was made for it.”
Kyle’s hands clawed at the sheets, his face twisted in pure ecstasy. “F-fuck…” he moaned, his voice wrecked.
I leaned over him, pressing my forehead to his, fucking him harder. “You see that, Tony? He doesn’t beg for you. He begs for me.” I tilted Kyle’s chin toward his husband. “Tell him.”
Kyle’s eyes, glassy with lust, locked on Tony’s. “Y-you don’t fuck me like this,” he gasped. “I need him, Tony.”
That broke Tony. His face flushed dark, torn between anger, humiliation, and raw, uncontrollable arousal. His cock was straining hard against his slacks now, but he didn’t dare touch himself.
I made sure he saw every thrust, every way Kyle’s body lit up for me. “You’re never gonna make him feel this,” I said, my voice low and sharp. “Never. This is mine now. Your husband. Your home. Your place in this world. All mine. And you? You’re nothing but the man who gets to watch.”
Kyle moaned louder, gripping my arms as I drove into him. He came undone right there in front of his husband, shooting across his own stomach while my cock kept pounding him mercilessly.
And Tony watched every second of it.
There was something about Tony standing there, watching me, that lit a fuse in me every damn time. The sight of him squirming, fists clenched, eyes wide as I drove myself deeper into his husband — it just pushed me harder. Kyle felt it too. He knew exactly what his husband’s presence did to me, and he loved it. His moans came louder, his back arched higher, because he knew I was putting on a show.
I picked up the pace, each thrust harder than the last, my balls slapping against Kyle’s ass as I bottomed out again and again. The whole room shook with it. I kept my eyes locked on Tony, letting him see what real power looked like, letting him burn with that mix of rage and arousal that made him even weaker.
My balls tightened, the pressure boiling over, and with a snarl I slammed into Kyle and stayed buried. Hot, heavy ropes of cum unloaded into his guts as I held him down, every spurt matched with a violent thrust. I didn’t blink. I kept my gaze on Tony — made sure he saw his husband filled by me, claimed by me, marked from the inside out.
When the last pulse left me, I pulled out slowly, savoring the mess I’d left behind. Without hesitation I shoved the plug back into Kyle’s stretched hole, sealing my load inside him like a lock. My property. Ready for me whenever I wanted him again.
I didn’t bother fixing myself up. Cock still slick, jeans still half open, I crossed the room and stood toe-to-toe with Tony. I grabbed the bulge in his slacks, hard and obvious, and squeezed. My face hovered inches from his, lips nearly brushing, so close he could feel my breath. His eyes begged — he wanted me to kiss him, to give him even a scrap of what I gave his husband.
I just smiled. “Pathetic,” I whispered, voice like gravel. “You get off watching me own him. Watching me make him mine. That’s all you’ll ever be good for.”
I held him there, savoring the way he trembled, before letting go and stepping back.
Normally, I would leave the bedroom without another word, boots heavy on their floorboards. Grab my helmet, and head out the front door. I never closed the door — didn’t need to. Once out the front door, I'd get onto my bike, engine roaring like thunder. I would twist the throttle hard, make sure the sound rattled their walls as I tore out of their driveway.
I liked to picture it — Kyle face down on the bed, plug sealing him full of me, and Tony standing useless by the door, hard and humiliated, knowing I’d be back whenever I wanted. The thought of their aftermath, of them sitting in that silence, made me grin under my helmet. That house didn’t belong to them anymore. It belonged to me.
But tonight I felt like taking it further. No more of the same routine. This time, I wanted them both down where they belonged.
I walked out of their bedroom as I always did, but instead of heading out the front door,I dropped onto their couch, spread my legs wide, and barked, “Tony — get your ass in here.”
He came quickly, confusion written all over his face. This wasn’t like the other nights. He froze until I snapped: “Beer. Now.” He scrambled to the kitchen, came back with a cold one, and handed it over. I cracked it, took a long pull, and let him stand there wondering.
“Cigar,” I said next, not even looking at him. I knew neither of them smoked, but when he opened the drawer at the bar and pulled out the exact brand I liked, I smirked. They’d stocked up. They’d prepared for me. That told me everything I needed to know — they were waiting, hoping, for this.
I bit the end off, spat it on their floor, and held it to Tony. He lit it with shaky hands, eyes locked on mine while I pulled in slowly and exhaled a thick plume right into his face. He hated it. He also couldn’t stop.
“On your knees. My boots,” I ordered.
Tony dropped, tongue out, dragging it over the scuffed leather until they shined. Kyle had been hovering in the doorway, naked, cock swinging. I jerked my chin at the couch. “Here. Now.”
His face lit up like he’d been waiting hours for me.
He climbed up beside me, naked skin pressed against me, head resting on my chest while his husband licked dirt off my soles. I wrapped an arm around Kyle’s shoulders, took another drag, and stared Tony down.
“What the hell should I do with you, huh? Keep you as the pathetic husband, just watching while I fuck him? Or… maybe it’s time you got a taste of what it means to serve me.”
When my boots were clean enough to see his reflection in them, I tapped ash on the floor and gave the next order. “Pull the plug out of your husband. Lick it clean.”
Tony hesitated — but only for a second. He eased the plug out of Kyle’s hole, wet and dripping, then shoved it into his mouth. He gagged once but didn’t stop. He licked, sucked, polished it like it was silver.
“Good boy,” I muttered, smoke curling past my lips. “So maybe you can be useful.”
“Now shove it back in, I need your husband always ready for me.” He stared at me, and did as he was asked. Slowly easing it back into his husband arse, pausing as each ridge entered.
Kyle just whimpered against me, desperate for more attention. “Please, Sir…”
I shoved him down between my legs. He was quick, unzipping me, pulling my cock free, and swallowing it like a starving man. I leaned back, beer in one hand, cigar in the other, watching him take me deep.
“Tony. Balls. Now.”
He obeyed instantly, dropping down between my legs, pressing his face against my thighs. His mouth wrapped around my balls, tongue sliding over them while Kyle worked my shaft. The sight of the two of them — husband and husband — kneeling for me, mouths full, was everything.
“Look at each other while you do it,” I growled.
They did. Lips brushing over the same spit-slick skin, their eyes locked even as they devoured me. The heat of their tongues, the wet sound of their mouths, the desperation in both their faces — it was pure power, mine to command.
I sat there like a king, cigar smoke rising around me, beer cold in my hand, while a married couple worshiped at my cock and balls. Every lick, every kiss, every whimper proved the same thing: they belonged to me now.
As much as I enjoyed this moment, I then decided to break the flow. I stood up, and told Tony to get up with me. “I want to see how you fuck”
Tony froze when I told him what I wanted. His eyes flicked to Kyle, already down on all fours, ass in the air, waiting for me. He knew exactly what I was ordering—but he hesitated.
“Go on,” I growled, cigar clamped in my teeth. “Show me how you fuck your husband… after I leave.”
Tony swallowed hard. His cock was hard already, but when he moved toward Kyle it was with that nervous, reluctant energy I loved seeing in him. He slowly pulled out the freshly cleaned butt plug and slid inside slowly, almost apologetically, and Kyle moaned but gave me that look—that needy look that told me he wanted more.
“Pathetic,” I spat smoke in Tony’s face. “Six inches and you can’t even use it. I can see why your husband begs for me. I've smoked gars bigger than your dick”
Tony stammered, “I’m trying, sir.”
I barked a laugh. “Trying? That’s what you call this?” I grabbed his hips, slammed him forward, making his cock bury deeper into Kyle. Kyle gasped, back arching, but I wasn’t done. I pressed in behind Tony, grinding my cock against his ass until he realized what was about to happen.
His whole body tensed. “Please—”
“Shut up,” I snapped, forcing my way in. He was tight, trembling, but I shoved in deeper, making him cry out as I split him open with no lube, no mercy. The sight of my cock stretching him while his own cock was still lodged in Kyle made my balls ache.
Now Tony was now my toy, trapped between me and Kyle. I shoved him forward with every thrust of my hips. Each time I rammed into him, I forced him to fuck his own husband harder. Kyle’s moans grew louder, body rocking between us, while Tony whimpered under the weight of it all—my cock driving him, his cock driving Kyle.
“Now that’s better,” I snarled into Tony’s ear. “That’s how you fuck your husband. With me inside you, your puppet master.”
He couldn’t hold back. His body gave in, hips jerking, and I felt him start to cum. I ordered him not to stop, shoving him harder until he spilled deep inside Kyle while I hammered him from behind. His cries turned guttural as I used him, sweat dripping off both of us, Kyle panting in front of him, begging for more.
When Tony finally pulled out, spent, I shoved him aside and bent Kyle down, lining myself up. I didn’t waste time. I slammed into Kyle’s sloppy, cum-filled hole and lit myself on fire with the heat of it, smoke from my cigar curling above us.
“See that, Tony?” I said, pounding harder, sweat flying. “That’s how a real man fucks your husband.”
Kyle’s voice broke into moans and screams as I owned him, rough and relentless, until I finally buried myself deep and let go, filling him once again, leaving both of them ruined—Tony shaking on the floor, Kyle dripping with both our loads, and me standing over them, cigar burning low, knowing I’d taken them further than they ever thought possible.
Tony’s eyes burned with jealousy. He wanted what Kyle had just taken, but he didn’t dare say it. I caught that look immediately.
“On your back,” I ordered Kyle. “Let Tony know what a real man’s cum tastes like.”
Kyle obeyed fast, his husband's mouth open, tongue ready, and began greedily licking his hole. He cleaned my load out of Kyle's hole, swallowing every drop while groaning from the taste of me. His cock throbbed, already leaking.
“Now,” I growled at Tony. “Be a good husband. Make sure your whore of a husband is finished.”
He hesitated, ashamed, but he knew better than to refuse. He dropped to his knees and took Kyle into his mouth, sucking him hungrily. I leaned back in the chair, cigar smoldering between my lips, watching him choke down his husband’s cock while staring up at me, eyes desperate for approval.
I ignored him. Smoked. Let him know where his place was—servicing his boy while wanting me.
It didn't take long. Kyle arched and moaned, spilling another load down Tony’s throat. Tony swallowed it all, sucking until there wasn’t a drop left, his face slick, his eyes begging for something more that I wasn’t about to give.
That’s when I stood, zipping up my pants, sliding my helmet under my arm. Both of them were wrecked—Kyle spent and glowing, Tony humiliated and aching. They looked at me with confusion, like they weren’t sure if I was finished or if I’d ever be finished with them.
At the door, I turned back. “You heard me before. You’re both mine. I don’t stop being satisfied—I’m insatiable. So stay ready. Next time, I’ll want more.”
Their eyes locked on me—Kyle grateful, Tony jealous, both hungry in their own way.
I pulled on my helmet, lit the bike, and revved the engine hard. The roar filled the night, drowning their silence, leaving them ruined and marked while I rode out, smoke in my teeth and the knowledge I had two whores on the hook—each jealous of the other, each desperate to keep my claim.
