Cuckold for Poker night
Monday was lads night. It was the one day I would give Tony and Kyle the night off.
Poker night was my long-standing ritual with the lads—cigars lit, beer flowing, the table crowded. We never really needed an excuse to get together but Poker was a fixture of our week. A chance to unwind and get away from other distractions.
The air was thick with cigar smoke and the scent of spilled beer and motor oil still clinging to our clothes. We talked trash, we laughed and let off steam. As the night wore on, I decided to tell them about my new setup. I began talking about my new slut that I had ready whenever I wanted. This was regular poker conversation for the lads, since we all had a little something on the side we liked to brag about. However, when I told them that this slut came with his husband who I forced to watch every thrust, every command, their attention shifted. A cuckold was a new one for this crew. The lads knew I liked to push boundaries, but even they shifted in their seats at that detail.
This became the focus of conversation for the next few rounds. All the men thinking about the thrill of not just fucking someone's else bitch but making them watch. They all agreed that this was some bad arse shit they could get into.
Mike, my boss at the garage, was the first to speak up. He was always on the prowl, known for dragging clients upstairs under the excuse of “talking prices,” only to come back with his zipper barely shut. He leaned back, cigar smoke curling around his smirk, voice low but hungry, he said “If he likes to watch, maybe you should bring ’em both to our next poker night. Let’s make a show out of it.”
I liked this idea. Sharing my side piece with the lads. Making poker night a little more fun. Kyle the hungry little slut he is, would be willing for sure, and the embarrassment for Tony would be next level. So I threw it out there. “What would you boys think if I brought my slut here for the next game? You could help me break him in. Mouth, ass, whatever you need—husband included.”
I smirked, but my eyes drifted to Barry and Matt. Barry was a tall, black, tattooed powerhouse I knew from the Gym, but I really got to know him when he came to our shop to have his Heavy Duty F450 truck checked out. As we chatted, something clicked and we went from acquaintances to close friends. Despite being a family man, he had quite the reputation for destroying women’s backs as easily as he destroyed weights at the gym. I stared at Barry and he just grinned, a predator’s grin and said, “Ain’t gonna lie,” he rumbled, “I’ve had a couple dudes on their knees after a few beers. This would not be my first rodeo.”No surprise—Barry had that fiendish sex-drive written all over him.
Matt, though, was slower to respond. Matt was your corn-fed Midwest muscle, softer edges but boyish charm. I flirted with him at the gym for a while, hoping he was one of those gym buffed bottoms that begged to be broken in by biker daddy, but no such luck. It seemed like he was married and preferred to plough pussy than be ploughed by a rock hard cock. Despite resisting my charms, we became close gym buddies and he quickly joined poker night. He too had a reputation. Despite his boyish looks giving the impression he was straight-laced, he had the women swarming him and wasn’t beyond letting temptation win. He scratched his jaw, leaned back, his boyish good looks shadowed by the light. “I’ve had some guys at the gym flirt with me, and even let a few blow me,” he admitted finally, shooting me a look like he knew I’d pounce on it. Then he smirked, “Don’t mean I’m signing up to get split open by your cock though.”
I smirked, puffed my cigar, and let it hang in the air. “Touché.”
By the end of the night, we weren’t just talking cards anymore. We were plotting—cigars glowing, beers clinking—about how much sweeter poker night would be with a hungry mouth under the table, and a husband fetching our beers and lighting our gars.
*****”**
That week I kept my boys busy as usual. Neither aware of what I had planned. When poker night came round, the plan had been brewed. I called them Monday afternoon from work.
Monday wasn’t supposed to mean much for Tony and Kyle—just another quiet night after work. So they were surprised when I called them. I told them poker night was happening, but tonight they will be needed. I was doing it differently… and I had a surprise for them.
“Kyle,” I said, voice low and deliberate, “better make sure your ass is stretched and clean, and mouth dripping, ready for cock. Tony, stock the fridge—beer, cigars. It’s gonna be a long night.”
Their reactions were priceless. Shock, disbelief, nervous excitement all tangled together in their faces. Little did they know exactly what I had planned.
I texted the lads the new address for poker night, be there 7:30 sharp.
I rolled in early, engine growling under the dim streetlights, sending vibrations through the driveway. The sound, a warning, was letting them know I’d arrived.
Inside, everything looked ordinary at first glance. Kyle was in the bedroom, naked, with a plug wedged in deep, his ass twitching and ready for me. He was ready for me. I said, not right now boy, I have different plans. Instead, I told him to get up and head to the living room. He looked confused. “Tonight we are flipping the script.”
I tossed him a metal chastity cage.
“Lock it up,” I ordered.
He obeyed immediately, cock straining uselessly against the metal, his balls dangling against the cage. I secured a thick leather collar around his neck with a metal lead attached. I used it to pull him over to his seat, tugging it so he had no choice but to sit down, perfectly exposed and utterly owned. He looked impossibly hot, collared and helpless, showing all he was owned.
Tony lingered awkwardly by the wall, still in his day’s suit, unsure where to look, unsure what to do. “Table. Four chairs,” I barked. “Poker’s at your house tonight. Mi casa, su casa. Or maybe I should say…mi slut, su slut.”
The moment hit Tony like a slap. His house, his husband—his property—was going to be used for my amusement and my boys’ pleasure. Rage, shame, and lust flickered across his face, but the bulge pressing against his pants betrayed him. I grabbed his cock firmly, letting him moan despite himself.
I put my face close to his. “Don’t worry, Tony,” I whispered, eyes locked on his. “We’ll use your husband so good you won’t need this for a week.” as I gave his bulge a firm squeeze.
He whispered back, voice trembling: “Yes, Sir.”
Barry arrived first, his black truck rumbling into the driveway like a warning. He stepped out, and the ground might as well have shaken beneath his bulk. Without knocking, he strolled inside like he already owned the place. Massive, tattooed, confident—the kind of man who could make anyone feel small just by existing.
I handed Tony a beer. “Get him comfortable.”
Barry dropped onto the couch, eyes immediately on Kyle, caged and collared, exposed and ready. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face.
“Fuck,” he said, low and rough. “He looks built for cock. Those cock sucking lips will be busy tonight”
I exhaled thick smoke from my cigar, smiling. “Wait till you see his ass. That is almost as good”
Kyle’s face went crimson, staring at Barry’s immense frame. His wife beater hardly contained his muscular frame and his grey sweats showing everything Kyle needed to know. Kyle knew he was about to be pushed to his limits. Like the good slut he was, he looked eager to take on the challenge
Tony, meanwhile, couldn’t look away, torn between fear, jealousy, and anticipation. I snapped at him, sharp and commanding. “Barry’s three times the man you’ll ever be. Keep his beer cold, cigars lit, and make sure your husband’s ready when he wants him.”
Matt arrived next. Honda Accord—far less imposing than Barry’s truck or my bike—but he had charm, boyish and undeniable. As soon as he walked in the door, Tony couldn’t take his eyes off him, and Kyle’s jaw tightened. I was not surprised. Matt was a very cute boy. What I didn't expect was how smitten Tony would be and how jealous this made Kyle.
Perfect. I could already see the tension simmering between them, a dynamic I planned to exploit.
I introduced him to the room. “May look sweet, but don’t be fooled. This boy can’t keep his cock in his pants. He’ll give Kyle a workout tonight.”
Matt smirked, sliding onto the couch next to Barry. Their eyes met Kyle’s and I saw the wheels turning—the jealousy, the curiosity, the raw desire. Tony’s gaze lingered on Matt, burning with restrained aggression and need.
I leaned back, cigar smoke curling lazily around my face. “We’re just waiting on Mike. You boys want another beer—or maybe a little pregame… cock-sucking?”
They glanced at each other, smirking nervously. “Beer first. Might need a few before we let a guy wrap his lips around our cocks.”
Kyle and Tony exchanged a look. Both realized: this wasn’t like any poker night they’d known. This was something new. Something dangerous. Something delicious.
And I could already feel it—tonight, poker night was going to be unforgettable.
The rumble of Mike’s bike finally cut through the night, lower and smoother than mine. He wasn’t about flash or showmanship—he didn’t need to be. The boy’s eyes flicked to me, wide and eager, as I smirked. Game’s about to begin.
The front door creaked open before Mike even touched it. He stepped in slow, helmet tucked under his arm, leather jacket creaking with the weight of his presence. He wasn’t the biggest or youngest among us, but he carried himself like a patriarch—the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room. Thick beard, shoulders like stone, and that cool, unshakable stare. The air shifted the second he arrived.
Even Tony—still infatuated with Matt—couldn’t hide the way his body tensed. His eyes darted from his husband to Mike, and I caught the flash of jealousy. My boy looked at Mike with awe, the kind reserved for men who embody what every other man wants to be. A role model. A master even his master must respect.
I barked orders. “To the table, boys. Tony—beers, and make sure every cigar’s lit.”
We sprawled around the scarred wood table, cards slapping down, smoke curling up. Empty bottles cluttered the space, the whole scene messy, masculine, loud—just the way I liked it. Tony hovered by the kitchen, stiff as a board, watching, his eyes betraying hunger and frustration. He hated the chaos, hated the disarray, but more than that—he hated being outside it.
I leaned back in my chair, smoke hanging from my lips, and grinned. “What do you say, lads? I think my boy’s thirsty.”
Kyle’s eyes lit up before I even moved. He dropped to his knees under the table, undoing my belt like a trained mutt eager for the bone. The scrape of the chair legs against the floor made sure every man saw him crawl between mine, his lips stretching around my cock while I exhaled slow and easy on my cigar.
The other lads stared, envy flashing across their faces, but I didn’t let them linger on it too long. “Eyes on the game, boys. You’ll get your turn.”
Then I cut my gaze sharp to Tony. “Tell me—how’s it feel knowing every man at this table is more of a man than you? That they’ll all use your husband before you ever will?”
Tony swallowed hard, but his cock twitched in his jeans. And I smiled. The game had truly begun.
The game continued, cards slapping, cigars glowing, but all focus was on Kyle, wet and eager under the table. I kept one hand on the back of his head, holding him steady as he worked me, making sure every man in the room saw the way he swallowed, gagged, and obeyed.
We played a round. Winner gets Kyle's talented mouth. I smirked and pushed Kyle down hard on my cock till he gagged. I let a slow grin spread across my face. I won the next round, to the disappointment of the lads. I then nodded toward Matt. “i am feeling generous and want you to have your turn boy, Kyle,crawl over to Matt and show me how ready you are.”
Matt didn’t hesitate, cock already straining with anticipation, as Kyle moved close. Matt's eyes locked on Kyle as he squatted just above him. Kyle lifted his head, eyes wide but obedient. I could feel Tony's eyes staring intently as his husband started to unbuckle Matt's belt. Once his cock was free, Matt wasted no time, guiding his tip to the boy’s lips. Kyle’s mouth parted, and Matt’s cock slid in slowly, testing, teasing, until Kyle took him fully, gagging lightly.
Tony’s eyes darkened with a mix of jealousy and lust, jaw tight as he watched Kyle eagerly taking Matt’s cock. He clenched his fists at the table, clearly struggling with the urge to step in—even if he knew deep down he was powerless in the room. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy myself, my pulse quickening as Kyle’s lips slid up and down Matt’s shaft. That little edge of irritation only made the scene hotter, the hunger more electric, and I reminded myself that this was just beginning and I’d get my turn—Kyle just had to warm him up first.
The room went quiet for a moment, every man watching. Barry leaned forward, one hand on the table, clearly impressed. Mike blew smoke lazily, eyes sharp and approving. I took a long pull on my cigar and exhaled slowly, letting the tension build.
“Look at that, Tony,” I said, letting the words drip with satisfaction. “Your husband has what you want. But Matt knows Kyle is better than you. You don't deserve him. You can't touch him. Just watch. Learn how it’s done.”
Matt’s hands threaded through Kyle’s hair, guiding him, testing his limits. Taking my lead, he looked over at Tony, locked eyes, and just smiled as Kyle choked and gagged but didn’t stop, lips slick and wet around Matt’s cock. The boy’s obedience made my cock twitch in response, the sound of his slurps filling the room along with the low groans of men appreciating the scene.
I leaned back and let a slow smile spread across my face. “That’s it, boys, let my slut do his work while we continue our game. Poker night is our time—time to forget the family life, the work, the expectations. This is how we blow off steam properly… with a hungry mouth at our service. This is just the beginning.”
Barry smirked, clearly plotting his own turn, while Mike’s gaze stayed locked, measuring, judging, approving. Matt leaned in, pressing the base of his cock gently into Kyle’s throat, testing how deep he could take it, and Kyle swallowed it all, gagging but pushing forward with steady determination.
Tony’s jaw tightened, hands clenched, but there was no stopping it. The scene was perfect—the game continuing above the table, Kyle obedient below, Matt enjoying every second of his first real taste of the boy’s mouth. I let my cigar hang between my lips and watched it all, knowing the next rounds would only escalate further.
Mike finally won the next hand, and the room shifted instantly, all eyes on him. Kyle, still glistening from working Matt, moved with fluid precision toward Mike, eager to serve. Mike’s cock was a little smaller than mine but extra fat, like a coke can. Kyle didn’t hesitate; Mike guided Kyle, letting him feel every inch as he took control with that confident, commanding presence that drew attention from everyone in the room. Mike knew how to treat a cock sucking slut. No mercy. Forcing his cock deep down his throat. Tony’s jealousy flared again, his gaze flicking from Kyle’s face to Mike’s strong form, frustration and desire mixing in a tight coil in his chest. I felt it too—the sharp edge of wanting Kyle to myself—but watching him obey Mike only made my cock twitch with anticipation
Barry’s turn came next, and the room seemed to hold its breath. Kyle moved toward him, but there was a flicker of hesitation—he’d seen Barry cock in his sweat pants, massive, thick, and unrelenting. Barry’s cock, already straining against his pants, promised a challenge unlike anything Kyle had faced tonight. I let the tension hang, watching every flicker of doubt cross Kyle’s face, knowing the other men were reading it too. Tony’s eyes widened, jealous and anxious, his fists tightening as he watched his husband consider whether he could really take this man.
Barry leaned back slightly, smirking down at Kyle. “You sure you’re ready for this, boy?” His voice low, teasing, measuring Kyle’s reaction. Kyle swallowed, steeling himself. He placed his hands around Barry's massive member, holding it at the base, staring at its length and girth. Kyle's hands moved with precision as he began to take him in his mouth, slow at first, testing limits. Every inch he managed drew murmurs from the other men—Mike nodding approvingly, Matt’s gaze intense, Tony’s jaw tight with frustration. The tension was electric; everyone was watching, waiting, wondering if Kyle could handle Barry’s size, if his mouth and control were enough.
Kyle’s movements grew more confident, skilled, precise, his eyes flicking up at me for reassurance while his lips stretched, accommodating the thick length inch by inch. Barry’s low groans and approving murmurs filled the room, the others leaning in, caught between disbelief and excitement. Tony’s jealousy sharpened, raw and immediate, while I fought my own twinge of envy—Kyle proving his skill and submission, every pull and bob building the heat in the room.
The room’s energy spiked, watching Kyle work on Barry's cock. You could feel Tony’s frustration, sweat beading at his brow as he watched his husband. The intensity of the moment was almost tangible—everyone impressed by what was going down. Mike, usually the calm patriarch, leaned forward and said, “Enough of this game—this slut is too good to waste on poker. Time to just fuck him.”
I gave Mike a knowing smile and nodded. “Yours, boss. Take him.” Kyle's mouth was still wrapped around Barry’s cock, but the table was quickly cleared. Mike stepped behind Kyle, grabbing him by the waist, pulling his arse up and forcing him to his knees. His eyes locked on the butt plug in Kyle’s ass; he yanked it out. He slowly rubbed his cock up and down Kyle's hole. I barked at Tony, “Go get some lube!” Tony scrambled, returning with the bottle. I ordered Tony to apply lube over Kyle's hole and Mike throbbing member.. Mike wasted no time, slowly rubbing his cock against Kyle’s hole before pushing in.
The room vibrated with energy as Mike began thrusting deep and hard, commanding attention from everyone. His girth stretching Kyle's hole wider. Kyle’s focus on Barry’s cock turned to the new intensity as Mike drove into him. Tony watched, wide-eyed. Matt watched intently, and teased his own cock, anticipating his turn. I leaned closer, fully immersed in the chaos of lust and dominance.
Mike worked Kyle's hole. Thrusting hard and fast. Pulling out occasionally to allow him time to focus more on Barry's cock. Waiting til he was down to hilt before ramming his cock back into Kyle. Maximizing the intensity of the moment. Kyle's cock twitched from the assault. He tried to moan, but his voice was stifled with Barry's cock deep down his gullet. Kyle was in ecstasy.
Finally Mike gave in and dumped multiple loads into the boy's arse. As he pulled out, strings of cum dribbled off his cock and down Kyle's arse. I then turned to Tony and ordered him to clean Mike's cock. Show how much you appreciate how well he treated your husband. Tony walked over hesitantly, dropped to his knees as he began to clean Mike's slightly flaccid cock.
I nodded toward Matt, your turn boy. Matt walked up to Kyle's arse, and saw how raw it was from Mike's assault. Stretched and greased up with Mike's cum and boy's arse sweat. He hesitated, clearly he never fucked a man before. He brought his cock to his hole. He slid in easily. I stepped up behind Matt, close enough that my lips brushed his ear, and started to egg him on. “That’s it, Matt… push him harder. Don’t hold back. Make him yours. Show him what he’s missing,” I whispered, letting my breath and voice fan the flames of his excitement. Matt shivered, groaning softly, his movements quickening as Kyle adjusted to his rhythm. I murmured again, low and urgent, “Fuck him, Matt… make him beg for it. He’s all yours now. Don’t stop.”
Matt’s pace picked up, emboldened by my words, lost in the heat of Kyle’s tightness and the thrill of being watched. Kyle’s body wrapped around him, responding to every thrust, every whisper, as the room pulsed with desire, sweat, and tension. The energy was raw, relentless.
The room was thick with sweat, smoke, and tension, every man watching Kyle stretched open, used, and panting. Matt had already lost control, his body trembling as he unloaded the first of his load into the boy, leaving Kyle shuddering, hole twitching as it fought to hold everything in. I caught Tony’s eyes then—red, wide, jaw clenched with jealousy. And hell, even I felt a twinge of it, knowing Kyle got Matt’s first before I did.
But there was no time for sentiment. The night wasn’t done. Everyone knew what was coming next. Barry’s turn. The biggest cock in the room. The one we’d all been waiting to see Kyle tested against.
“Move,” I barked, shoving Matt to the side and dragging Kyle’s mouth back down onto me. “I'll keep him busy.” Kyle sucked obediently, but the whole room was watching Barry step up behind him. Even Tony’s eyes followed, hungry and terrified at once.
Barry pressed his thick cock against Kyle’s used hole, rubbing slow, deliberate. The boy tensed, whimpering around my cock. “Relax, slut,” I growled, gripping his hair and forcing his head down. “Focus on me. Forget what’s behind you.”
The first push to just get the head in had him squealing. His body fought against it, but Barry didn’t stop. Inch by inch, he pressed deeper, filling Kyle beyond reason until finally, with a grunt, he was buried to the hilt. The room went silent. All of us were frozen, watching the boy’s body struggle to take it, veins bulging in Barry’s forearms as he held himself still, waiting for Kyle to adjust.
When he finally started to move, it was brutal. Long, slow withdrawals, then sudden thrusts that made Kyle choke on my cock and claw at the floor. His eyes rolled back, his body shaking with every stroke. The sight was too much—grown men, hard cocks in hand, watching one slut get split by the biggest cock in the room.
Barry was a sight to behold. His huge frame leaning over Kyle, dwarfing him. Kyle struggled to suck my cock as Barry's assault pushed him to his limits. The room watched as his huge cock slid in and out of Kyle's tight hole. Barry's long drawn out strokes only emphasized the enormity of his cock. We all looked on with mix of awe and jealousy.
By the time Barry was done, Kyle was wrecked—sweat-drenched, trembling, barely holding himself up. When Barry pulled free, his hole gave way, slick and messy, too stretched to close.
That’s when Tony broke. He dropped to his knees without hesitation. He knew his role, almost craved it. His face buried between Kyle’s cheeks, licking, moaning, tasting what real men had left inside his husband. His jealousy had twisted into something darker—need, humiliation, devotion.
I leaned back, cigar glowing, and smirked. “Now you know, Tony. That’s what a real man tastes like. Get used to it.” He didn’t even answer, too lost in it.
The night ended in silence, everyone spent, the only sound the zip of jeans and clink of beer bottles as the lads nodded their thanks and slipped out into the night. I grabbed my helmet, glanced back at the wreck of Tony and Kyle—one broken, one worshipping—and chuckled low.
“Sort your boy out, Tony. He’s gonna need release.”
Then I was gone. Helmet on, bike roaring to life, tires spitting gravel as I tore out into the night. Leaving them spent, humiliated, desperate… and mine.
