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A Cuckold is Seduced

By: wants2bsub



This is the first installment in a story of about a black man who manipulates a white husband into granting his permission for the black man to pursue a sexual relationship with the white man's wife. The story also includes scenes of male power exchange. If this is not your sort of story, please move on. I am not interested in feedback related to the inappropriateness of the subject matter.

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The email arrived today. My heart had been beating frantically ever since I opened it. My lips moved as I read it in silence off the screen:

We will meet in public first. You will keep your mouth shut as your wife and I discuss what will happen between the three of us. We will go back to your home and there will be red wine and two glasses. You will open the bottle and pour your wife and me a glass. You will then go back in the bedroom to get her ready for me. In the meantime, I will walk around your home. I will look at your CD's, your photos. I will see where you have traveled together, what you looked like on your wedding day. I will see what sort of food you keep in your pantry, what sort of liquor you drink, what books you read. I will learn something intimate about your life together as you are kneeling back in the bedroom, fumbling with her clothes to prepare her for me.

You will come out of the bedroom first. You will kneel in front of me and tell me what you want. Then you will tell me why, and I will understand you. I will hold my glass of wine out for you, and you will drink a sip from me as you kneel. Only then will she come out to greet me. She and I will then return to your bedroom. You may or may not be asked to join us.

After we are finished, I may decide to continue my control over both of you. I may make you call me to ask permission whenever you want to have sex with her. I am likely to deny you. I am also likely to come back, but only when requested. You will request it; of this I have no doubt.

Please show your wife this email and then get back to me quickly.

Ron

Wow. I did not expect the email to get inside my head like it did. I printed the email and stood shaking it as I laid it down on the desk.

This all started about a month ago and has moved faster than I ever would have imagined. I had been working out at the same gym for years. For most of that time, there was a guy there named Ron. We knew each other by sight, but had never been introduced. He was a very large, extremely muscular black guy that was probably in the best shape of anyone in the gym. He wasn't a steroid monster, he was lean and fit. He was about thirty years old, and a very good looking guy. He was always dressed well when he came and left the gym.

It was just another Friday evening when I had been working out. My wife Kelli was meeting me at the gym so we could go out to eat afterwards. She was standing in the gym lobby when I walked out of the locker room. To my surprise, she was standing there talking to Ron. They didn't see me, and I watched her as she flashed flirtatious eyes back and he leaned into her while they talked and laughed.

"Hello," I interrupted. "Oh, hi, honey. This is Ron; do you two know each other?"

"We've seen each other around. I'm Jack." I extended my hand to introduce myself.

"Yeah, I recognize you," said Ron as he extended his hand. "I was just chatting with your...?"

"My wife," I answered.

"Really... wow. Well you are a lucky man."

"Definitely," I answered, feeling a bit insulted by his surprise that I would be attached to such a beautiful woman. Kelli was definitely attractive. She was about 5'6", 135 lbs, with long, dark hair and beautiful, large breasts. But I wasn't so bad looking either. I was in great shape, and I felt very comfortable with my appearance.

"Well we're off to dinner," said Kelli. We said goodbye and headed out the door. I glanced back and saw Ron's eyes following Kelli's ass as we walked away.

"That guy is hitting on you like you were the last woman on earth."

"Oh, come on, honey. He wouldn't go for me. He is sooooooo gorgeous. He could have his pick of women."

"Except you, I guess," was my weak reply. 

"Now sweetie, you know I would never have sex with another man... without your permission." She smiled, but I wondered if she was really kidding.

In any event, dinner went great. We didn't talk anymore about Ron. When we got home, we had phenomenal sex. She ravaged me like she hadn't done in years. It was fantastic.

The following Monday I saw Ron at the gym. I just nodded a polite hello to him. After I was done working out, I went to the locker room and undressed down to a towel to go in and get a sauna before hitting the showers and going home. As I was undressing, I saw Ron come in the locker room after me. I think he saw me naked as I wrapped the towel around myself and headed into the sauna. It was empty except for me. I leaned my head back and turned up the heat.

In a few moments, the door opened and in walked Ron. He sat down directly across from me. He had himself covered with a towel when he walked in, but he quickly removed the towel and placed it around his shoulders. This was not unusual. Many of the guys at the gym were comfortable without clothes, and some would sit in the sauna completely naked. As I sat there, I could not help but glance down between his legs. Centered in his perfectly toned body was a cock that hung at least eleven inches without an erection. It was hard not to stare at it. I kept trying to steal glances at it.

"It was nice meeting your wife the other day," remarked Ron.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"She is beautiful. Great body, gorgeous tits."

"Uh, yeah... thanks."

"I bet she's an awesome fuck, isn't she?"

I pretended not to hear him.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" asked Ron.

"You mean talking about my wife like that?"

"No, I mean being naked in here with you. I see you keep trying to look at my cock."

"No I'm not."

"Sure you are, but its ok, you can look. I know it's pretty big."

I took him up on his offer. In fact I was EXTREMELY uncomfortable, but I looked down at his cock. It was amazing. A full ten, maybe eleven inches hanging soft, cut between his legs.

"It grows about another two inches when it gets hard, and gets about as big around as a can of shaving gel, not shaving cream, but you know, the gel that comes in the cans... like Edge?"

"Yeah, I'm aware of it."

"Does your wife shave her pussy? It's Kelli, right? Does she shave her pussy?"

"I'm not sure it's any of your business."

"Is your cock hard right now?" asked Ron.

"No," I lied. I was covering it with the towel and had my hands folded in my lap.

"I don't believe you. Will you move your hands so I can see?"

"No." I should have got up to leave, but I couldn't.

"Is it hard because you are looking at my body, my cock... or is it because I'm talking about your wife? Is your cock hard because you like to hear me talking about Kelli... talking about her pussy?"

I stood up to leave. 

"Jack... be back in here tomorrow, same time, ok?"

I left. I took a quick (cold) shower, got dressed and went home. I kissed Kelli as soon as I walked in the door. We made love, and I came almost instantly. What was inside my head? What was happening? All night long I tossed and turned in bed.

The next day I was determined not to go to the gym. However, my cock was hard all day. I could not stop thinking about Ron, or more precisely, Ron and my wife. This was insane. What was I doing? When the end of the day came, I hurried to the gym. 

I saw Ron working out. He barely acknowledged me. I was looking at the clock. When the time came, against my better judgment, I went back into the locker room and back into the sauna. Within minutes Ron was in there with me.

"I knew you would be back."

I said nothing.

"For some reason, a lot of white men want to see me fuck their wives. I think you may be one of those men."

Again, I said nothing.

"Actually, it brings couples closer together. When I fuck a married white woman, I only do it with the husband's permission. I take a lot of time to make sure that he is very invested in the process. There are a lot of ways to make him part of the experience. Would you like it if I fucked Kelli? Are you ready to ask me to fuck your wife?"

"She would never go for it," I snapped.

"Ok... assuming she also gives me permission... are you ready to give your blessing. I want you to tell me that you want to see me fucking Kelli."

"This is ridiculous," I stood to leave.

"Come back tomorrow, but this time bring me something of hers... a pair of her panties. Put them in a sealed Ziploc bag for me."

I stormed out, making certain to hide my erection as I did.

That night I went home and again came on strong to Kelli. This time she just wasn't in the mood, and I ended up having to go into the bathroom to try and relieve myself. She knocked before I could finish, so I ended up being worse off than when I started. I was horny as hell, but had no chance for relief.

Kelli left for work before I did that morning. After she left, I rummaged through her dirty clothes and found a pair of pink thong panties. I pulled them out and put them in a Ziploc bag. Why the hell I was doing this I do not know.

I went to the gym that evening and again saw Ron. He came up to me while I was doing bench presses and towered above me as if he was spotting me.

"Do you have my package? Did you do what I asked?"

"Yes," I snapped. "I have it. It's in my bag in the locker."

"Ok, in twenty minutes, meet me in the locker room. We'll then head for the sauna and have another chat."

I did as he instructed. He was already in the locker room. I discreetly passed him the bagged panties. He put them into his own gym bag and stuck it back in the locker. I then undressed, wrapped a towel around myself, and went to the sauna. This time someone else was in there. Ron came in and we both waited patiently until this other man left. When we were alone again, his towel came off and went back around his shoulders as in our previous sauna chats.

"So you brought me her panties; you're doing good. Are you ready to give me permission to go after your wife? Are you ready to tell me you want me to fuck Kelli? Are you ready to see this massive black cock in your beautiful bride's body."

I answered him with a silent stare. He knew I was interested, because I was playing his game, but I refused to give in to him.

"Look, you're the one that's so sure she won't go for it, what have you got to lose. And if she does, well... you know you want this. You want to see this black cock sliding in and out of her pussy, those pink lips wrapped around black flesh. Don't you, Jack?"

Again, I didn't respond.

"Do you know what a cuckold is Jack?"

"No, I don't."

"Why don't you go look it up when you get home. Cuckold... C-U-C-K-O-L-D," he spelled it out.

I got up to leave. He stuck out his hand and gave me a small piece of paper.

"We're not going to meet here tomorrow. I want you to come to my place instead. That's the address."

I looked at the paper.

"Six o'clock. Don't be late."

***

I arrived at the lobby of a high-rise apartment building the next day at five minutes until six. I expected just to ring a buzzer to be let up, but a doorman in the building greeted me and escorted me to the elevator without introduction.

"Mr. Chambers is expecting you," he said as he held open the elevator door and pushed the number twelve. He was smiling at me in a way that seemed very puzzling. "I will ring him and let him know you are coming up."

When I got off the elevator, Ron's apartment door was opened and he beckoned me inside. He was wearing a white bathrobe that hung down halfway to his knees. "Get yourself a beer out of the fridge," he said, "and get me one too."

His apartment was very nice. It had a clean, contemporary look and it was obvious he had good taste. I grabbed two beers and sat down on the couch in front of his big screen TV. He came into the room and took one of the beers from me. He sat in a chair opposite me and leaned back. I glanced over and noticed his cock, the object that had been the subject of this growing obsession in me, was slightly exposed to my view.

"Jack, I invited you over for a few reasons. First, I want you to see something." He picked up the remote control and switched on the TV. Then he flipped on the DVD player and a home movie appeared on the screen. It was filmed in the same room in which I was sitting. There was a man that I thought I recognized sitting on the couch and then Ron and a white woman walked into the scene. I knew instantly that I recognized the woman from the gym... and as that I thought about it, I believe the man also used to work out there as well.

"You may recognize these folks from the gym. Do you know them?"

"No," I answered, "But I have seen them."

"His name is Greg, that's his wife Ellen. We all became friendly about a year ago."

I continued watching the video. Ellen put her arms around Ron and kissed him. Greg knelt behind Ellen. She lifted her feet one at a time and Greg removed her shoes, placing a kiss on the souls of her feet as he did so. Ellen began unbuttoning Ron's shirt. Greg reached up and pulled down Ellen's skirt, then her panties, helping her step out of both. Then Ellen unbuttoned her own blouse, and removed her bra. Greg remained on his knees and positioned his face in his wife's ass. He seemed to be tonguing his wife's asshole as she again was kissing Ron.

"See, Jack," remarked Ron, "you won't be the first white guy from the gym to be cuckolded by me. You did look that word up didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Ok, good. Now watch some more."

On the screen, Ron was now standing naked while Ellen knelt in front of him sucking his mammoth cock. It was hard as a rock and she was doing her best to swallow all of it, gagging in the process. Greg was kneeling behind his wife licking her asshole or her pussy from behind, I couldn't tell. Then I heard Ron instruct Greg to put his wife up on the coffee table and hold her pussy open for him. Greg did as he was told, helping Ellen get on all fours up on the coffee table. This put her exposed pussy directly at the height of Ron's waist. Then Greg, on his own initiative, grabbed Ron's cock and guided the head into the depths of his wife's body. He then made an awkward move of trying to position his head below his wife's pussy to lick at her clit while she was fucked by this beautiful black man. Ron pulled him away by his hair and told him to take a seat while he finished.

"Look at her face, Jack. She loves my black cock. Kelli will love my black cock also. Don't you want her to have my cock? Look at me... I bet that Kelli, your wife, is already fantasizing about my black cock in her white pussy... thinking about my seed in her womb."

I said nothing. I watched as Ellen's face contorted to express the waves of orgasmic pleasure. Then Ron picked her up and laid her on the couch next to her husband. She looked straight into Greg's eyes as the fucking by her lover continued.

"You see, Jack, that's love. That look is love. She loves her husband because he is allowing her pleasure that she could never get from him."

Back on the screen, Ron's teeth flashed as he grimaced and exploded inside of Ellen. He pulled out and grabbed Greg by the back of his hair, guiding his head between his wife's legs. I watched as he licked and sucked gobs of Ron's cum from Ellen's swollen pussy.

"That's the ultimate head rush for a cuck, don't you think? Could you imagine sucking my cum from Kelli's pussy? Have you ever tasted cum, Jack? Even your own?"

"No," I answered.

My eyes went back to the screen. Ellen rubbed her fingers through Greg's hair. Ron had just turned the volume down, but I could see her mouth make out the words, "I love you, Greg," as her husband obediently cleaned her pussy. Then, Ron's hand takes the back of Greg's head and pulls it away. He puts his semi-hard cock into Greg's mouth and Greg sucks it clean.

I looked over to where Ron was sitting, but he was gone. I turned around and saw him stepping back into the room. He was dropping his robe as he walked towards me. He put one foot up on the coffee table in front of me and held out his hand. I took his hand and he pulled me towards him, pushing down on my shoulders so that my eyes were level with his raging hard, twelve-inch black cock.

Without saying a word, I put the head of his cock in my mouth. It had a musky, slightly sweaty taste. As I sucked on it he spoke to me. In a gentle, authoritative voice he told me about how he was going to enjoy fucking Kelli."

"Do I have your permission to fuck your wife?"

"Yes. Yes, Sir, you do." He pulled out and covered my face with his cum. I was on my knees looking up at him.

"Good, cuck." He wiped some of his warm cum from my cheeks and placed his wet fingers into my mouth. I sucked hungrily, eyes closed, head spinning. 

"I promise to play by the rules. I won't fuck her until she gives me permission, just like you did. Also, I won't show her the video I just took of you until after I have fucked her."

I opened my eyes in wide astonishment. Ron pointed to a small camera, barely noticeable, high up on the cabinet behind me.

"Unless, you give me any trouble."

He walked out of the room and into the kitchen. He returned with a book called The New Bride's Guide to Training Her Husband. "Give this to Kelli, tonight. Tell her you got it off the Around Her Finger site."

I took the book from his hand.

"Now leave." 

A Cuckold is Seduced Ch. 02



This is part two of a story involving cuckolding and male power exchange. Please read no further if this offends you.

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I was on my knees, helping my wife Kelli attach her garter belt to her stockings. I leaned forward and planted on a kiss on her newly trimmed pussy.

"Now, now," she said, "Let's save that for Ron."

Based on the email that he sent me, I knew Ron was outside the bedroom walking around our house. He was rifling through my CD's, looking at our photos, learning everything he could about the relationship he was now about to conquer. This beautiful black Adonis had already seduced both of us. He was completely inside of our heads. Now he was about to consummate our submission to him by fucking Kelli.

Kelli and I walked out of the bedroom. Ron was sitting on our couch flipping through our wedding album. "Who is this?" he asked, pointing to Kelli's maid of honor.

"Oh, Bethany. She's a friend from college."

"She's cute. Is she married?"

"Yes, and lives here in town."

"Good, I might want you to introduce me to her and her husband."

Ron put the album down and stood up to look at Kelli. She smiled and did a turn-around for him. "Kelli," said Ron, "was there ever any doubt in your mind that you wanted to be my slut?"

"No, from the first time I met you I wanted you."

"Kelli, tell your husband how easy it was for me to seduce you."

"Oh, he knows. You 'accidentally' ran into me outside of my office, you offered to buy me a cup of coffee. You asked me if I've ever cheated on Jack -- which of course I hadn't."

"And this won't be cheating either; he'll enjoy this more than you."

"Oh, I understand. Anyway, you cut to the chase. You asked me if I wasn't married if I would date you. Of course I said 'yes'. Then you said, 'what about if it was ok with Jack, would you date me then?' I just laughed."

"Then I told you that it was more than ok with Jack, that he would love it."

"Right, and I didn't believe you. You told me to ask him. Then you handed me my own panties. You told me how Jack had given them to you. If I wasn't so horny, I would have been upset. Then you told me go home and ask him. You gave me your number. You said to call you when I had talked to Jack."

"But you didn't call that night."

"No, I was nervous. It was the next night. That's when he gave me the Emily Addison book... from 'Around Her Finger'... just like you said he would. Anyway, we all know what happened then. You sent the email, and here we are now."

"The 'Around Her Finger' site cracks me up. All that talk about loving female authority and having a gentle on-ramp to wives dominating their husbands. These men think they can put their wives in control and it will all be just orgasm denial and doing her laundry after that. They don't realize that once the door is opened, their wives will walk through it and right into the arms of real men like me. And you are my case in point. You are all set to become my married, white slut. And your husband here is all set to become your cuckold. Aren't you, Jack."

"Yes," I nodded.

"Kelli, you don't mind if I make him my slut also? "

"What do you mean?" asked Kelli.

"I'm pretty sure he'll want some of my black cock also. Would you like to watch him suck my cock, maybe lick your juices off my cock."

Kelli, stared at him intensely. "You do whatever you want with him, I don't care."

Ron laughed. "Jack, take your clothes off and wait out here."

I started stripping. Ron picked up the glass of wine that I had poured him earlier. I finished taking off my clothes and looked at him.

"Kneel down." He towered above me as I took my place in front of him. He extended the glass of wine and placed his huge hand on the top of my head, tilting it back so that I was looking up into his eyes. "Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck my wife. Cuckold me."

"That's going to my pussy for now on. Come over here, Kelli."

"She walked over and Ron put his arm around her. Kiss it, Jack. Kiss it goodbye. That pussy belong to me now. Turn around, bitch." Kelli turned around. Ron pulled the cheeks of her ass apart revealing her asshole to me. "And that ass, that ass is mine also. Kiss it, Jack. Kiss my little bitch's sweet asshole. There you go... get your tongue in there. I don't think that little hole is ready for my cock, but your tongue seems to be just fine in there."

He pulled my head away and quickly leaned forward to look me right in the face. "Now you fucked up, Jack. If you had read my email to the letter, you would have seen that I wanted you to come out of the bedroom first, without her. Since you fucked up, you aren't going to get to watch as I fuck your wife for the first time. We'll call for you when we are ready."

With that, my wife headed into the bedroom and the door was shut behind them. I listened outside the door. I heard Ron telling Kelli to undress him. Then I heard him command her to suck his cock. Quiet moments passed. They were interrupted by repeated squeals of pain and pleasure euphorically intermingled as his massive black cock pounded my bride. Was she on her back, on her knees, lifted like a paper doll as he rocked her against his hips? I had no way of knowing. I heard muted whispers and then Kelli started screaming, "I love your cock, you own me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Finally, I heard Ron roar from behind the door. Then he laughed, as if mocking his prey. The door opened with me on my knees playing with my cock. Ron stood sweating and breathing heavy, his half-hard cock hanging magnificently between his legs, glistening with Kelli's fluids and dripping his own cum. Kelli lay on the bed, eyes half closed, smiling. 

"Go to your wife," commanded Ron.

I walked up to Kelly and she reached out to take my hand. She pulled me to her and kissed me lovingly. "I love you so much," she said. Then, without a word, she pulled her hands up and onto my shoulders, then pushed me down between her legs. "You are such a good cuckold, baby. Eat my pussy. Eat Ron's cum from my pussy."

I did, and I my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt myself falling through space, flying dreamlike into another world. I felt at once loved and controlled. It might have been seconds, or it might have been hours, but suddenly Ron pulled me away from between her legs and put me to work on his cock. I licked and sucked hungrily, unaware that Kelli watched smiling. 

Then I felt her fumbling with my cock. She was stroking me, slowly working my shaft and just barely touching my balls, the way she knew I loved it. Then suddenly, I felt my cock plunged into a bowl of ice water. I pulled my mouth off of Ron's cock.

"What's happening," I exclaimed.

"Relax, cuck. She's fitting you for a CB-6000. It's a male chastity device... this is their newest version. This way I'll know you're not fucking this pussy of mine, and she'll know you're not jacking off without permission. I've got a few things I'm going to want you to do this week. Do them all, and when I come back on Friday night, I'll release you."

"What sort of things?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'll go over them with you.  When she gets done locking you up, you can go get a piece of paper so you can write them down." Kelli continued affixing the device. The ice water had the chilling effect of shrinking my cock to an even more humiliating size in the presence of Ron. Then she affixed the harness around my balls and locked the shaft rings into place. I got up and ran to the kitchen to get some paper and a pencil.

"Run, cucky," laughed Kelli as I scurried out of the room. I have to admit, I was surprised by how quickly she had adapted to all of this. I came back in the room with the pad of paper and pen. Ron was sitting on the edge of the bed. Kelli was huddled up close to him with her arms around his neck.

"Kneel." I took my place in front of them. "First, get two sets of butt plugs... three in each set, each a little bigger then the next. You know what butt plugs are, cuck?"

"Yes, Sir."

"One set for you, and one set for her. I'm going to want to fuck this asshole, and I'm going to want her fucking yours. So you get those butt plugs, get some lube, and get her a strap-on. She's my bitch, and she's going to make you her bitch."

"He already is," laughed Kelli.

"Well, he'll know he is when you're fucking his ass. Next, everyone of my cuck husbands has a job to do. Your job will be washing my car. You can come by my apartment on Saturday mornings. The doorman will have the keys for you. I want it detailed, inside and out. Also, each of my cucks has a bill to pay. I left a credit card bill for you on your kitchen table. Every month, call to find out what the balance is and pay it. Understood?"

"Well, how much is...."

Ron interrupted me. "Shut the fuck up. I fuck your wife. You wash my car, you suck my cock, you pay my bills. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Next, for now on, this is my pussy." He pointed to Kelli's pussy. When she gives you permission, you can go down on it, but your cock stays out of it. For now on, this pussy is for black cock only. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes, I understand."

"I said that's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"There's one exception, one way I let you fuck this pussy. You bring me another sweet piece of pussy and her cuck husband, you set them up, I let your cock slide inside this pussy again. Kelli, spread your pussy for him."

Kelli was seated on the bed, but she lifted one leg up and slung it over Ron's leg. She pushed the lips of her vagina open with her fingers. I closed my eyes and moved in to be able to smell the warm musk of their combined sex coming from her body.

"That will be your reward for recruiting another cuck for me. Can you do that for me?"

"I can try," I answered.

"Oh, I know you will. You know what I need now?"

"What, Sir."

"I need you to lick my balls, get me hard again."

As my tongue warmed his testacies his cock started to rise and stiffen. He lifted Kelli and turned her around to face him. He suspended her above his cock so that her pussy lips were positioned directly above him.

"Hey, cuck. She's a little dry."

I moved my tongue to her pussy. I wrapped it around the shaft of his cock so I could get to her clit. Kelli moaned and lifted her neck to receive Ron's mouth. I knew he was leaving a mark on her neck. He lowered her and her body swallowed the enormity of his manhood.

"You can leave now," said Ron.

I stood and left the room. I stared for a moment as I turned to shut the door behind me. It was over. He owned us both. My cock stiffened in the CB-6000. I had to find another couple for him. I had to be inside her again, if only for a moment. 



A Cuckold is Seduced Ch. 03



This is the third part of the story that I had started some time ago. I had written it, but then I thought it was a bit surreal for me, so I just let it sit for a long time. Then, after reading Karenkay's brilliant "White Slaves of Eban" stories that she is currently publishing, I have changed my mind. I'm so taken with them, that I decided more content in this genre would be welcome by the readers. My own story bears some remarkable similarities, but that said, it is at the end of the day its own story.

I always see my stories as an extension of the "Around Her Finger" movement. I focus on relationships where women are the head of the household, and the husband happily submits. Often they go much farther and involve cuckolding, etc., and this one is right along those lines.

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We walked into the party not knowing what to expect. We hadn't seen Ron for three weeks, but he had called Kelli and told us both to show up at a party at a private home in the suburbs. When we arrived at the very upscale home, there were about thirty white couples that looked just about like us. There were no signs of Ron anywhere.

My first suspicion that something unusual was happening was when I saw the other cuckold couple that used to work out at my gym. They were the ones I had seen in the video when Ron first seduced me into cuckoldry six months ago. He was standing beside his wife holding a drink, looking as nervous as just about every other man at the party. The women seemed less nervous, as if they had been clued into what was happening.

After downing a few drinks to take the edge off, we engaged in small talk with a few of the couples at the party. I noticed that the two women to whom we were speaking did not have wedding rings on their fingers. I looked down at Kelli and saw that she was also not wearing hers. This was strange as even after the cuckolding had started, she had continued to wear the ring. Then I noticed another detail that I was surprised had escaped me. The women, all three including Kelli, were wearing long, thin silver chains that disappeared down the front of their dresses and into their cleavage. I started to ask Kelli what it all meant when we were interrupted by the arrival of our hosts.

The front door opened and in walked four black men, Ron among them. The other three men were similarly striking in their physical appearance, all tall with well defined muscles and sharp, chiseled features. Also with them was a black woman, young and very beautiful. She had straight hair pulled into pigtails, and wore a very short leather skirt and a white blouse tied above her stomach.

When the men arrived, the women all lit up. One by one, every woman in the room pulled their silver chains out of their dresses, on the chains hung their wedding and engagement rings. They each walked up to one of the four men, presumably their Bull, kissed them, and hung their chain around his neck. I watched Kelli do this to Ron. Her eyes seemed lost in his as she lifted the chain to place it around her neck. Ron had about ten chain hung over his neck. The woman all formed a circle, kneeling around their Bull after they had adorned him with their ring. I felt my cock stiffen inside the CB6000.

My trance was interrupted by the sound of the black woman's voice. "All right, cucks. The real men have arrived. I need all of you to follow me down to the basement. Your wives are in better hands than yours, I promise." 

She started down some wide stairs and all the men followed in line behind her. We walked through a beautiful home bar with a pool table, darts, etc. We were escorted into a door on the other side of this area. This was a large, almost empty and unfinished room. One wall had lockers. From the beams in the ceiling hung steel cables with loops at the bottom, about six to seven feet off the ground. There seemed to be as many cables as there were men. There were also drains on the floor and a couple of hoses coming out of the walls.

We were told to each pick a locker, take off our own clothes, and put on what we would find inside the locker. We all stood silently stripping, taking note that each of us wore a chastity device of one sort or another. Inside the lockers were a set of collars. There was one clearly intended to go around the neck, and there were two each for, presumably, the wrists. We all did our best with the request to comply quickly, and called on each other to snap and lock the leather bands around our necks and wrists.

The black woman walked amongst us and tapped about half of us to join her in the middle of the room. You will all be the first to get prepped. The rest of you will be the first to do the prepping.  As I was to be among those to be prepped, I was strung by both wrists to one of the chains hanging from the ceiling. My feet were still on the ground, but there was no room to move around at all.

"My name is Keisha," announced the black woman. "I am your instructor for the evening; you will do everything I tell you without question. If you do not, you will be sent home, but your wife will remain as the house slut for no less than two weeks with no contact with you whatsoever. I promise you I am very serious. I do not intend to take any crap from any white cucks."

She walked to the group that was not tied up and started passing out cans of shaving cream and razors. "The first thing we are going to need to do is get you shaved from the neck down. The men upstairs don't want any of your cuck body hair touching their bitches."

Keisha walked over to one of the hoses and began spraying those of us strung from the ceiling with cold water. Then with a single key, she began unlocking our cock cages one by one., removing them and placing them on the floor in front of us. A gesture with her head got the "prepper cucks" working on shaving us. I tried to remain motionless as I nervously watched this other man begin shaving my body.  This was all taking a very long time, and Keisha kept having to rinse us down as the process continued. She was having us spread our legs so that the razors could get right up to our assholes and under our scrotums. She was serious about having no body hair. This included armpits, legs, arms, etc.

As she was satisfied that an individual had been adequately shaved, she would come over and replace the preppers shaving cream and razor with what looked like a toilet brush and what was apparently soap in a squeeze bottle. We were then indignantly cleaned from head to toe, and finally rinsed with the cold water hose. After all of this, are balls and cocks were oiled and our cock cages were again placed in position between our legs.

This entire process was repeated when we were unstrung and the prepped became the preppers. It was humiliating and objectifying, but it wasn't over yet. When we finished prepping the other half of the group, we were then strung back up to the ceiling wires. So there we all were, about thirty of us, arms above our heads, secured and helpless. Keisha continued the objectification by placing leather hoods on our heads. I looked at the other men around me. They all looked the same, humiliated, hairless and emasculated, like eunuchs in the court of the emperors upstairs.

Keisha dimmed the lights and walked amongst us, touching us and teasing us and laughing to herself. "What is it about you white boys," she chuckled out loud. "Why is it so easy to get you to give your white women up to black men?

She came to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She looked through the slits in my mask and into my eyes. I could smell her sweet breath. "Right now you're white wife is upstairs sucking a black man's cock, and not giving you a second thought. All she wants is that black cock in her white pussy.  It's a good thing her husband is such a fucking wimp. Isn't it?" She continued to stare into my eyes. I nodded my head. "Would you like to go upstairs and see what's happening up there?" Again I nodded my head.

Keisha unhooked me from the ceiling. Then she unhooked four others. "You are the luck ones. You will be trained as the party cucks tonight." She raised her voice to speak to the entire room. "Actually, you are all the lucky ones. Your lives will all become more focused on serving your Black Masters upstairs. You will be put on strict diets and exercise routines. You will take turns serving at this house during the evenings and on weekends. I will replace these horrible plastic cages with permanent chastity piercings. I will teach you how to behave as the anonymous slaves that you are becoming."

"When you put on these hoods, you are not the husbands of the women upstairs; you are the property of the Black Masters... just like those women are. But you are not permitted the same level of privilege that they are. They are adored as sexual pets while you will not even be permitted an identy. You are never again to look them in the eye. You will not speak in their presence without permission; you will serve them, obey them and dedicate yourselves to them. Now... party cucks, follow me. The rest of you... no speaking amongst yourselves. I want absolute quiet." 

Keisha led myself and the other party cucks out of the room. She gave us some additional etiquette tips, and loaded us each with something to bring upstairs. Two of the others were given silver trays, another was told that he would serve as bartender at the upstairs bar. One other was given a wooden box, strapped around his neck and waist, filled with a collection of different snacks, cigarettes, etc. I was given a large silver cup, like a champagne bucket. 

"You'll learn what this is for upstairs," she told me. With that, we all headed up to the party, heads bowed and silent.

The site we beheld was amazing. My legs became unexpectedly weak as I saw Kelli from the corner of my eyes. Her head was bobbing up and down on one of the other Master's cocks. A young blonde woman was behind her licking on her pussy. Ron was in the living room fucking a mature and gorgeous brunette as another woman sat on her face and kissed Ron deeply on the mouth. Two of the women held up the brunette's legs keeping her pussy wide open for Master Ron. There was a sea of flesh everywhere, with women on women, women on men, and to my surprise, a two person camera crew filming everything.

As we stood trying not to lift our head to get an even better look, one of the Black Masters walked back in from the kitchen with a white woman on each arm. "Hey," he announced, "the cuckies are up. Keisha, which one is the piss cuck?"

Keisha tapped my head. "This one Reggie. Cuck, kneel before your Master and present him your cup."

Now I understood the silver cup's intended use. I knelt before Master Reggie and lifted the cup to his waist. He put one hand on my head, the other on his large cock and urinated a hot stream into my bucket. The smell overwhelmed me as it wafted up to my nostrils. When he was done, he unsnapped two snaps which held a piece of leather in place over my mouth. He then presented his cock to my lips for cleaning the last little dribble of piss that beaded on its head. He then walked away from me without saying a word.

Keisha tapped me on the shoulder, "There's a large, stainless steel pot in the garage. Go dump it in there." I obeyed. When I returned I saw that there was clearly another role that the party cucks would play. I quickly noticed two of them were positioned between the legs of the women at the party, licking and sucking warm black cum from their spent pussies. Keisha tapped one of them and indicated to him that she was just about ready for him to move on to the next woman. 

I looked to where she was pointing and it was Kelli. Apparently, the Black Master that she was sucking off decided to finish by pushing his black cock into my wife from behind. She lay on her back with her mouth locked onto that of another woman's mouth who held her hands as they kissed. The Black Master clenched his teeth and unloaded inside her.  He pulled his massive cock from her pussy and a strand of cum trailed between the two lover's body parts. The film crew, two young black men with a camera and a light, was right there, filming everything. 

The Black Master chose one of the women to lick his cock clean, but Keisha walked the other cuck over to go down on my wife. She put one hand on the back of his masked head, unsnapped his mouth piece, and held him in place between her legs. I stared at them lost in a numbing eroticism. I was shocked back into reality Keisha's black hand slapped against my face.

"Keep your fucking head down," she whispered angrily into my ear.

"Piss cuck, come here," commanded the Black Master that had just fucked Kelli. I crawled over to him and presented my cup. He finished pissing and I cleaned his cock head without being asked. I was getting used to my new job. I scurried off to the garage to add the content of the cup into the large steel pot.

The Black Masters had mostly exhausted their immediate need for pussy. They took seats around a large screen television to watch a boxing match while the women took subservient positions around them on the floor. While the party cucks were expected to serve the men and women alike, I was only receiving piss from the Black Master. The women would go into the bathroom to pee.

I looked over at Kelli. She was kneeling next to the man that had fucked her with her head on his thigh. He had his hand on her head, playing with her hair like a pet. "Is one of these cucks your husband," he asked.

"I don't know," she answered absently as she stared adoringly at his rock hard abs, her fingers touching his chest. She didn't know and she didn't care.

"You are a good piece of ass," said the Black Master. "I think you are ready for another fucking."

He positioned Kelli on her hands and knees in front of him. He had one of the women go down on her to get her lubricated, and had another begin licking his cock to get him rock hard for her. He pushed the woman going down on Kelli from behind unceremoniously out of the way and pulled his cock from the other woman's mouth. It stood like an ebony scepter, waiting to find purchase in my wife's willing body.

With his large, strong fingers, he pushed the lips of her pussy apart from behind. Kelli smiled, her eyes closed. He positioned the head of his large black cock at the tip of her labia, and he held her motionless with anticipation. He allowed the first couple of inches to open her up. Her mouth formed a circle and she exhaled and held her breath momentarily. Then he began short thrusts with only the first couple inches of his cock. Gradually he added more length.

"You like that, bitch?" he asked.

"Yes, so much," replied Kelli. 

He put his own thumb into his mouth and he covered it with saliva. He looked up at Ron. "This bitch's ass feels like virgin territory. Did you ever take her?"

"No, too fucking tight. You'll destroy that ass with your cock," replied Ron.

"Well, we've got more," he laughed. "Cuck," he shouted, looking to one of the serving cucks, "get me some lube." 

The cuck ran to the bar and returned with a bottle of lubricant. The Black Master held his cock in place, about halfway into Kelli's pussy, dribbling the lubricant down the base of her crack so that it covered her asshole and dripped on his own cock. He began slowly working his finger into her asshole. He matched the slow thrusts of his finger with matching slow thrusts from his cock inside her pussy. He poured more of the oil down her ass crack and then started working a second finger into her hole. She seemed to be wincing with pain, but then her expression turned back to pleasure as he worked back to the thrusting motion that he had been doing when only the first finger was inside of her.

"Tell me what you want, bitch."

"Your cock... in my ass, please, Sir."

"You want to be my little ass-fucking whore?"

"Yes, please."

He slid his cock deep into her pussy before pulling it out to position it against her now slightly gaping asshole. He poured more lubricant along the length of his cock. There was a pause, every eye in the room on Kelly and this beautiful black man. A slow thrust from his hips and he started to enter her. Tears started forming in Kelli's eyes.

"You sure you can handle this, bitch?"

"Yes, please... please fuck my ass. Make me a better whore for you."

"That's my girl." He stroked her hair. "You do this for me, and you'll be special. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes, please."

He slid his cock further inside of her.

"My special bitch."

"Ohhhh," moaned Kelli. Was she still in pain?

"You're doing great." He poured more of the lube onto his cock. "Your body belongs to us, just relax and let it happen."

It became clear to me that Kelli's moans were moans of pleasure. She got into a rhythm with her hips and a smile appeared on her face. One hand of massive black fingers stroked her hair as the other found its way below her waist and started rubbing her clit. This only intensified her pleasure.

The Black Master revealed a smile of his own as he tipped back his head and let loose his seed in Kelli's ass. He pulled his cock out slowly and kept stroking her hair.

"Come here, baby." Kelli crawled turned around and stood on her knees to put her head against his chest. "Did you like that? "

Kelli said nothing, but with her head buried in his chest she nodded affirmatively. 

"Keisha, I want my mark on this one. Take her back and get her tattooed."

I wasn't sure what was happening. Keisha took Kelli by the hand, stood her up and walked her out of the room.

"Piss cuck, pay attention to your job, not the women," shouted this same Black Master. He stood in front of me and presented his cock. He peed a long, warm stream into my cup and then demanded that I clean his cock. I tasted Kelli... maybe for the last time.